Previously from part 1; Mercedes dumped me after she left for college. I got even years later by getting her to whore for my friend Jim. After years of whoring, her family found out and intervened. I saw her again over a year later at a bar and we spoke. On her way out, she slipped me a note to call her on Monday.

The weekend seemed long as I was impatiently waiting for Monday to roll around. I was up early Monday morning, but waited until the afternoon to call her. I didn’t want her to think I was eager to see her again. All morning long I practiced what I was going to say. Finally I dialed her number.

She answered, “Marketing Services, Mercedes speaking.”

I had a pit in my stomach when I replied, “Hi gorgeous, you wanted me to call you today.”

I slight pause as she answered, “Geno is that you?”

As I replied it was,I was looking at a naked picture of her as she continued, “Oh I was hoping you call and was concerned when I haven’t heard from you. Listen, I can go for that drink on Friday night that is, if you still want me too?”

Now I was excited with a bulge brewing in my pants, but didn’t want her to know how much I wanted to see her or was that fuck her. Yeah I know I promised no sex, but then it was gorgeous Mercedes and it seemed like she was the anxious one to meet. I began to wonder why.

Quickly I answered, “Sure gorgeous, I would like that, but where and what time?”

She giggled, “Oh how about the same place I saw you on Friday. Say around 6 after I get off work.”

I wanted to keep talking and ask why the sudden change in attitude. After I said okay, she told me she had to go but was looking forward to seeing me on Friday. I chuckled to myself because she seemed very excited about the date. Then my thoughts turned to remembering her in all kinds of naughty behavior and how I took my revenge making her Jim’s whore. Maybe it could happen again! As I recalled, she did like whoring, especially doing gang bangs and it has only been over a year, since she stopped her illicit behavior. I’m sure she still remembers how high she got enjoying the many men in her hot box. She couldn’t have become a nun in that short period of time. Or could she?

The week went by extra slow and I thought about Mercedes a lot, while looking through her photos on my phone. Friday came around and I closed the shop early. I got to the sports bar ahead of time and found a nice spot at the bar where I could see everyone cuming in.

Six pm came and went, while Mercedes didn’t appear. I was becoming restless that she was going to be a no-show. I ordered another brew, telling myself that if she wasn’t here by the time I finished it, I would leave. Just before 7 pm, she emerged at the door looking frazzled. Looking around she finally saw me and rushed over.

I got up and she hugged me and said, “Oh Geno, I was hoping you still be here. I had a client come in late and I had to take care of business before I could get here. I called you, but you didn’t answer. I was so worried you would leave and I really needed to talk to you.”

I just smiled and told her it was alright and was glad she made it. The bartender came over and asked what she wanted to drink, I said, “A double Vodka Martini with six olives.”

Mercedes grinned and told me it was nice that I remembered her cocktail of choice, but she doesn’t drink that any more. She just drinks wine. I laughed and told her that tonight she looked like she needed something a little stronger. She smiled and told me it would be fine. Then she excused herself for the Ladies room. After she left, I told the bartender to make her drink a triple instead. He smiled like he knew what was on my mind, took a bigger goblet and mixed away.

I watched for Mercedes to return and was becoming horny as I stared at her walking back. She wasn’t wearing the baggy outfit that I saw her in last week. Instead she was wearing tight black slacks that accented her cute ass, a black jacket, white blouse and 3″ heels. But to my dismay she had a bra on.

When the bartender placed the big drink in front of her, she exclaimed, “Oh my God, is that all for me? I don’t know how I’m going to drink all of that. Wow! Luckily it’s only a double.”

I just snickered to myself knowing that if she drank that whole thing there would be a good chance I’d be fucking her tonight.

I put my hand on her shoulder, smiled, and answered, “Yeah they make drinks big here, but I knew you would love drinking it Mercedes. Now tell me why the change in attitude and what’s so important to talk to me about?”

After she took a big gulp and smiled, she told me that she would tell me that long story, if we moved to a booth. I looked around and saw an empty booth in the corner. Helping her up, she took her drink and we walked over to it. I had my hand around her waist, as I eased her into the comfortable padded seat. She moved over and I sat close to her with our hips slightly touching. Then I asked again what she wanted to tell me.

Taking mecidiyeköy escort another big swallow, she took a deep breath and said, “Geno, I want you to know I’m sorry for my brother calling the police on you and Jim. It was my brother’s idea and he was pissed when I dropped the kidnapping and forced prostitution charges. You guys did neither. I was there because I wanted to be. When I saw you last week, I knew I had to explain. You have to realize that I was totally out control concerning my sexual and drug behavior. I realize that now. When my brother found out about me escorting for Jim from that video, he went ballistic. He couldn’t believe that I would disgrace myself as an escort. He told me I needed help and you two were just in the way and the cause of my conduct. I’m really sorry.”

Then she went into explaining everything that happened to her, after her brother took her away. She said he made her go to therapy for her sex problem and sent her to rehab for her drug addiction. Then last year she met Tyler at her new job. She began to cry when she told me the ordeal she went through from not having any sex for months, but has accepted the need to be normal. As she continued her story of being daily monitored, she kept drinking that huge Martini. I knew she had something else on her mind besides explaining her year of tribulation. I could tell she was becoming soused from the Martini, as she kept unloading her troubles. After almost an hour of detailing her life for the last 18 months, she finally took the last sip of brew and began chomping on the olives. She told me that I’m the first person she has told about feeling like a prisoner and now stuck in a life that she doesn’t know if it’s really her.

As she ate an olive I asked, “Well that must have been horrendous for you, but Mercedes why do you want to see me? I forgave you a long time ago and the cops never found any drugs. So you are fucking dope with me. Jim on the other hand had some legal crap to deal with, as well as recouping from his beating. So what is it that you really want?”

As she swallowed the olive and giggling from too much booze, she replied, “Well Geno, they think I’m cured. Until I saw you and Jim, I thought I was too. I don’t want drugs anymore. But when I hugged you, all of those sexual urges came roaring back. The memories of those fun times exploding with many orgasms overcame me. I knew I need something else in my life besides just being normal and being with Tyler. You see Tyler is so religious and so in love with me, but we haven’t had sex yet. He believes in sex only after marriage, so I think he is still a virgin. After seeing you guys, I remembered all the fun times I had and just thought.”

She paused, while taking the goblet, she tilted her head back to get every last drop of booze out. Licking her lips, like she used to after a guy dumped a load of semen in her mouth, she put her hand on my leg.

Turning toward me and becoming really close, she looked into my eyes and sensually said, “So you see Geno, I just thought that you could help me sexually and no one would ever know. I want you to make love to me tonight. I need to feel your big throbbing cock in me again. I want to see if I still liked sex or no longer need that thrill. You are kind of my test. After I saw you, I knew it must have been a sign from heaven with such a chance meeting. I’ve been horny all week hoping you would say yes. I really need to feel a guy’s cock in me again. It’s been so long!”

Then without warning she leaned over and kissed my lips with a deep French kiss. When we broke for air, I was completely surprised. It seems I didn’t need a fucking plan after all. I should have guessed when she went to the bathroom. That is her tell of wanting to be fucked.

Now knowing that I was going to be fucking her again, I answered, “Oh yeah Mercedes, I’ll be only too happy to help you out. But first you need to do me a favor. I want the old Mercedes back whenever we are together. I want to see that hot exhibitionist that I loved showing off. Can you do that for me?”

She looked surprised by that comment. With her big blue eyes twinkling she asked exactly what I meant. I told her that she needed to go to the restroom and take off her bra. I want the exhibitionist Mercedes back.

It was as if someone just gave her permission to let go and be naughty. She smiled and squirmed out the other side of the booth. Bending over to me, she kissed me again and staggered off to the Ladies room. Sometime later she returned. Holding her jacket under her arm and trying to walk back to me, a drunken guy grabbed her arm as she went by his table. I could hear him telling her what great tits she had and to sit on his lap. He talked to her for a few minutes until she pulled away. Wobbling back to me, she slid in our booth. I asked what that was about.

Giggling she said, “Oh he just told me I had great looking boobs and wanted etiler escort to play with them. There was a time that I would have let him.”

The guy wasn’t wrong. After she took off her bra, the sheer white cotton material didn’t hide much of her D-cup bounty. And with the top two buttons undone, I could see her tits like she wasn’t wearing anything over them. It was like a wet t-shirt contest. I kissed her and pushed my hand on them. Then I undid another buttoned and pushed my hand under the blouse and over her bare boob. She moaned and passionately kissed me.

When we broke for air, she sensually said, “Not here Geno. Let’s go back to your place.”

I looked over at that guy and he was glaring at me with a nasty scowl. I smiled and undid another button, pushing her blouse material off the nipple. Then I flicked my finger over it while I was smiling back at him.

When I went to kiss her nipple, Mercedes began to moan and again whispered, “Not here Geno. Let’s go back to your place.”

Grabbing Mercedes hand, I pulled her from the booth. She took her purse and I took the jacket. I held Mercedes tightly around her waist, as we walked by the group of drunken men. The guy sneered at me and said something about bringing her back when I was done with her. I laughed to myself and just kept walking.

When we got outside, I realized that we were both too drunk to drive. So I called a cab. As we were waiting, I asked her what time she had to be home. I figured she was still being monitored and I wanted to know how much time I had to fuck her. She giggled and answered that her brother was out of town for a few weeks and Tyler was at a comic convention until Sunday. She laughed and told me that she has all weekend to misbehave. Just as I was about to say something clever back, her cell rang. She told me to be quiet because it was Tyler.

“Hi darling,” she answered, “What’s up?”

She tried to keep her composure as they talked. I took her over to a wall and had her sit in a quiet area, while they chatted. It was only minutes until she hung up and I asked if everything went well. She laughed and told me she lied and he seemed to be happy that she was home drinking hot chocolate while looking at a romance movie.

Then the cab drove up. I put her in the middle and sat next to her. I told the driver my address and as we drove away, I began fondling her tits again. After I undid the rest of her buttons, I pulled the material off them, exposing her beautiful bare bounty. We passionately kissed as I played with her nips, which has always excited her. When I buried my head in them, she leaned her head back, closed her eyes and pushed my head harder against them. She was moaning, asking if we were back at my place yet and I said we were. I pulled my head up and looked at the driver. He was glancing back in the mirror every so often at her. So I left her tits exposed for his viewing and went for her pants. Undoing them, I began pushing my hand under her panty to reach her vulva. She spread her legs apart as I slid my fingers in between her soaked pussy lips. She kept sighing in pure ecstasy, like a cat purring. As I fingered her slopping wet clit bulb, her hips were speedily moving. I looked up at the driver who seemed to stop at every light, so he could look back at her in the mirror. Her hands were above her head, eyes still closed, and her lips apart, as she sighed in heat. I knew any minute she would be shooting an orgasm.

We finally made my place. Mercedes opened her eyes and realized where she was. She put her hands over her breast to cover up.

I went to pay the driver and he said with an Indian accent, “If you let me play with your girl’s boobs for a few minutes, I won’t charge you.”

I looked at Mercedes, took her hands away from her tits and said, “Yeah sure, I know she’ll like that. Won’t you sweetie?”

She gave me a displeased look. I leaned over to her and whispered, “But M, this is nothing you haven’t done many times in the past. Think of it as foreplay. If you want me to give you some orgasms tonight, you need to let him play with them. The old Mercedes would love it and you promised to be her when we are together.”

She whined with acceptance. As I got out, she moved toward the open square in the middle of the plastic screen. She stuck one breast in at a time and the driver played with each one. As he finished fondling one, he would kiss the nipple. I looked in and watched him rubbing his cock as he played with her. It took some time until he knelt up and squirted his goo all over her tits. As she came out, her nips were standing erect and she had one of those horny satisfied expressions. I knew that she had always liked guys popping cum from feeling her up.

I held her by the waist and kissed her. She sighed and said, “You knew I would like that, didn’t you?” I just answered with a kiss.

Quickly we walked into my shop. My 2 bedroom apartment was upstairs and I held ortaköy escort the rail with one hand and her waist with the other, while almost falling back down a few times. Once we finally made it up, I walked her to my bedroom. Watching Mercedes quickly striping off her clothes, I threw her a towel to clean the taxi guy’s cum off her boobs. As she jumped on the bed, they jiggled nicely begging to be fondled. Sitting on her ass and spreading her legs apart with her knees bent, she motioned me to her.

I moved to lie next to her and kiss her again. Our tongues danced in sexual excitement, as my hands roamed over her nice still sticky tits. Then I worked down her hot body to her essence of pleasure. When I touched her pussy, she gave out a loud sigh. Then I moved to kneel between her spread legs and devoured her hairy vulva with my mouth. She laid flat on her back and began moaning with pleasurable moans, as her hands pushed my head harder onto her wet opening. I had my tongue flicking her clit bulb, while my fingers were inside her drenched pussy finding that rough G-spot patch. As she moved her hips with my finger banging, she kept moaning in elation. Suddenly she pushed her pussy up to my face, stopped moving, while tightening her muscles, and began unleashing her first juicy orgasm. She was shaking so fast in pleasure that I didn’t move. Lapping up her juices, I let her enjoy the climax. It was many minutes until she finished and began calming down.

I sat up with her juices dripping off my mouth and went to kiss her. She used to love kissing while tasting her own essence and it was no different this time. After a deep French kiss, I looked at her sparkling happy eyes staring at me. She told me that was the first orgasm that she’s had from a guy since the intervention and really enjoyed it. Then she sat up and told me to get undressed. She watched as I got naked. When I lowered my boxers, my cock was already big and thick. I could tell by her naughty expression that she was going to enjoy sucking on it. As I stood there, she moved in closer and knelt in front of me. She took my cock in her hands and began rubbing my thick shaft.

Looking up at me, she grinned and sensually said, “Oh Geno, I forgot how big you are. But before I put that huge thing in me, I want to taste your cum. I haven’t tasted cum in so very long.”

Then she lowered her mouth over my raging hard on. Flicking her tongue over my cock tip, she played with my shaved balls. Slowly she began devouring all 8″. I was in heaven as I pumped her small mouth. She even gagged a few times, something she rarely did. Whenever she pushed me out to breath, she would lick my shaft like an ice cream cone. It felt fantastic. Then she tasted my pre-cum and looked up at me. In her soft sensual voice, she told me that I needed to shoot it all in her mouth and wanted to taste me in the worst way. As she rubbed my shaft with her hand and flicked the tip of my cock with her tongue, she kept whining to give it to her. I just closed my eyes and began to jerk my cock in her mouth, until I blew my huge load. It felt so good drenching her mouth and face with cum. Some even landed in her hair. After she sucked me dry, while getting every last drop, she showed me my load and swallowed it all. Just like the slut she used to be.

Smiling with some semen still on her chin, she looked at me and asked, “So is that how you remember me Geno?”

All I could do is grin, and sit next to her and give her a big kiss. I looked deep into her content eyes and answered, “Oh yes M, that’s exactly how I remembered you. I going to really enjoy having Brutus fuck you too.”

Okay I admit to naming my cock, but it was Mercedes that gave him the name the first time we made love.

Laughing she said, “I can’t wait to feel Brutus buried in me too. It’s been so long since I enjoyed him and I want to savory every minute.”

We kissed and chatted about her past with me and Jim, until I began to get hard again. In less than 10 minutes, I was ready to rediscover that hot hole she was eager for me to explore.

Bending over me, she lowered her head down to Brutus and began sucking him rock hard. I went to reach for a condom and she told me not to cover him up. She wanted to feel him squirting inside her. Well I guess it was okay, since she hasn’t had sex for a long time. As for me, I haven’t been checked in years, so I don’t know if I’m clean, but I didn’t really care.

Straddling me, she guided Brutus into her very wet opening. Slowly she sat down on him and she felt really tight.

Moaning, “Oh Geno, you’re so big and I’m now so small. I’ll have to take this slow. God you feel so good going in me. And Geno, I’m thrilled that it’s you making me bad again. Oh god it feels so good!”

I chuckled to myself, because it has been over 10 years ago that I did the same thing to her. As she gobbled up Brutus until he was completely inside her pulsating pussy, she dangled her tits in my face. I loved playing with her jiggling mounds as I fucked her.

Slowly she began moving up and down until she got up a good rhythm going. I pushed up into her sopping hole every time she pushed down on me. My face buried in her tits, my hands on her hips and Brutus deep inside her, enjoying her hot wanting body. What else could a guy want from a horny slut like Mercedes?

When Dad opened the door, he saw me standing then. He was a little surprised but not entirely shocked.

He said “beta, kya kar rahay ho tum yahan?” (“son, what are you doing here?”)

I replied “Papa aapnay yeh kya kiya?” (“Dad, what have you done?”)

He motioned to me to sit down in the living room with him. Then he started to explain.

Turns out he had been fucking Sushila bai for close to 20 years. She had started working in our house when she was 18. Dad was 19 then. Initially it was teenage hormones and he deflowered her before she turned 19. In the beginning, it was very lovey-dovey and they sneaked around whenever they could. Then he got her pregnant and when she was around 20 & made her get an abortion. Thereafter, he became more dominating and rough with her. At 23, Dad married Mom in an arranged marriage. Mom came from a simple, middle class background. On their honeymoon, Dad apparently fucked her brutally. Then he gave her a choice — either Mom continue to bear the brunt of his escort bayan bahçelievler violent lust or he continue to use Sushila to satisfy his more ‘basic’ needs. Mom agreed to the bargain on condition that he never get Sushila pregnant. Convincing Sushila to accept the arrangement wasn’t that hard apparently. Dad had her tubes tied and continued to use her body.

I asked him how come I had never caught them together before. He said that since she lived in servant quarters attached to his office downstairs, he used her there and in his office. Usually he made her give him blowjobs or fucked her in his office, bent over his desk or in her quarters. Very rarely was she allowed into his own bed. That day happened to be one of those days.

While we were sitting and chatting, Sushila came out. She did not know I was there. She came into living room, towel wrapped around her body. Her long luscious hair was open and wet. She was startled to see me sitting there and escort bayan maslak made a move to run back into bedroom. Dad grabbed her hand and pulled her to him. Sat her down in his lap as he sat on sofa. He opened her towel exposing her full, voluptuous naked body. She begged him not to, but he gave her a slap on her face and pulled her hair angrily.

Then he pushed her to the floor and told her “ab saali tu choos Navin ka lund” (“now bitch, suck Navin’s cock”).

She was shocked and horrified and tried to crawl away. He got up from the sofa, grabbed her by her hair and dragged her towards where I was sitting. Then he gave her 2-3 hard whacks on her face and told her to start sucking. She quietly obeyed. She pulled down my shorts and silently took my hard cock into her mouth. As she took me into her mouth, Dad came up behind her and mounted her cunt from behind and started fucking her. I came within a minute under her expert sucking & emptied my load into her mouth. She escort bayan şirinevler swallowed every drop like the she had been trained to do by Dad over the past 20+ years. My first blowjob was complete.

I pulled out of her mouth and watched Dad mercilessly fuck her doggie style. He grabbed her wet, long hair, wrapped it tightly around his right wrist, pulling it hard as he pounded her cunt relentlessly, abusing her & slapping her ass with his other hand. Sushila was shrieking in pain & pleasure as her master dominated her. After about 15 mins he ejaculated inside her cunt. Then he quickly pulled out of her womb, grabbed her by her hair and dragged her into the bedroom & shut the door. I was too spent to watch anymore, but as I sat on sofa and recovered from my first blowjob, I soon heard her screams. I guess she was getting what maids deserve to get.

I never got to fuck Sushila (Dad was the only man who ever fucked her), but on ‘special occasions’ he treated me to blowjobs from Sushila bai.

It took me a while to recover from not only the blowjob that she gave me, but from the events I had witnessed that day. I went to my room to take a nap even as Sushila’s screams rang out from Dad’s bedroom. I woke up 2 hours later and came out of my room into the living area. It was around lunch time.

Part 3 to follow

My name is Stacy Fahey. I was 26 at the time this encounter took place, divorced about a year, working at a big city law firm. I’d turned into quite the party girl, meeting and sleeping with dozens of men. Most all were married, which made it easier to avoid getting involved. Few made an impression on me, beyond the ability to satisfy sexually. But Joe did.

My car was in the shop, and Joe, the “maintenance director” (i.e. janitor) where I worked offered to give me a ride home. Joe was an older black man, maybe 60, who was always so sweet to me, asking things like, “Do you need anything, Miss Stacy?” or “Let me get that for you, Miss Stacy.” Things like that. I was sure he had a little crush on me.

I was flattered.I knew Joe lived on the complete opposite side of town from the house I rented, a good 90 minutes apart. I told him I would call my sister, but he insisted.. Finally, I gave in. “Only if you let me fix you dinner when we get to my place,” I said. What could it hurt? He was such a nice man.

He shyly agreed. “I don’t want you to go to any trouble, Miss Stacy, but a home-cooked meal would be nice.”

Joe drove an older Cadillac, but it was in terrific condition. As we left work, he opened my door for me. What a gentleman! The drive would take about an hour in traffic, so I started to ask him about himself. We’d never really had a personal conversation. Joe told me that Larissa, his wife of 35 years, had died a couple of years before. He said I reminded him of her in a way, with my fun, happy personality, and the way I carried myself. I took that to mean he liked my ass!

“I live by myself. Pretty much work and home is all anymore. Sometimes I see my daughter and grand kids, but not as often as when Lacey was alive,” he said, adding, “I haven’t dated or kept company with a woman, or anything like that since she passed.”

“I was married for five years,” I shared with him. “As far as dating, now I’m making up for lost time.”

Joe wasn’t a bad looking man, with cafe au lait-colored skin. Not a big man either-only about 5’5″ and 150, with just a little tummy fat. I loved how sweet he always was to me. I’d find little candies on my desk, and cards from a “secret admirer” that I knew came from Joe. Maybe I could do something nice for him in return.

I hiked my dress up a little, so he could get a better look at my muscular thighs. He noticed. He started squirming in the driver’s seat, adjusting his slacks, and I realized he was getting a hard on. I’d never been intimate with a black man before and, in the moment, my curiosity overtook my common sense. I scooted over next to him (it was an older car with a bench seat) and started fondling his crotch gently. He wasn’t expecting that, I’m certain!

“‘Scuse me, Miss Stacy. I can’t seem to help myself. You’re so nice to me…and so pretty too. But you don’t have to do that.”

“Just relax, Joe,” I told him. “I don’t bite…well, not hard anyway.” That got a little chuckle from him and made him less tense.

Joe moaned softly as I rubbed his growing bulge, but he didn’t ask me to stop. I didn’t. I carefully undid his belt and unfastened and unzipped him — maneuvering his pants and shorts to expose his erection. Impressive. Not comically huge, but maybe 6 inches long and thick! And it was hard as a rock–no bend to it at all! I maneuvered his pants and shorts so he was out in the open, and started beykoz escort giving him a hand job.

“Sweet Jesus, Miss Stacy!” he exclaimed. “I can’t believe y’all are doin’ that to me! I’ve dreamed about this!”

“Really? Well, have you dreamed about this, Joe?” I teased, as I proceeded to put my head in his lap, and his cock in my mouth. As he continued moaning, I reminded him to drive carefully. “Maybe, if you see a safe place, you should pull over.”

He pulled off the busy street into a strip mall parking lot. It was getting dark now, so nobody could really see what was happening in the Caddy.

I went from slowly teasing and licking his cock head to sucking him more fervently, my head moving rapidly up and down. He had his hand in my hair, and was applying a little pressure to the back of my head, while carefully pushing his cock into my mouth, matching my momentum as I blew him. It didn’t take long. He exploded like a dam bursting! I couldn’t swallow his load fast enough to keep some of it from trickling past my lips! I kept him in my mouth, making sure I got every drop I could, until he went soft enough that I could tuck it back in.

Joe was practically in tears. “Oh, Miss Stacy, thank you! I can’t believe you did that!

You are so fine! I love you, girl!” he blurted out.

“That’s so sweet of you to say, Joe.”

I guess I should have anticipated that. And I still owed him dinner!

***

When we got to my house, Joe asked me, “Sure you want me to come inside, Miss Stacy? What will your neighbors think about an old black man going in your house with you?”

“Nobody pays any attention to each other around here, Joe. Besides, it’s dark now. Nobody will even see us.”

As we reached the porch and I bent slightly to unlock the door, I felt Joe put his hand on my ass, and squeezed gently.

“I hope you don’t mind me saying you sure have a righteous booty, Miss Stacy,” Joe offered. “I don’t mean to insult you, but I’m a fan.”

I pretended to blush. “Thank you, Joe. Keep that up and maybe you’ll get a chance to examine it further, ” I winked as we went inside.

“Good lord! I don’t mean to be so forward, Miss Stacy,” Joe said. “But you are so foxy, I can’t believe I’m here with you. I know you’re way out of my league. I’m just an old man.”

I took that as a cue to ask him, “If you don’t mind, how old are you, Joe? About 60?”

Joe laughed. “Miss Stacy, I’m 71 on my next birthday.”

I was shocked. I had no idea he was that old. What was I doing? Old enough to be my grandfather, which truthfully was sort of a turn on! First black man, first grandpa!

“Wow, Joe! You sure have a lot of…life…for a 71 year old man,” I said, referring to our session in his car. I didn’t think men that old could still get it up and that hard, let alone cum like Joe had.

He laughed. “Still only 70, Miss Stacy. We’ll see how much life I have next birthday.”

I had a roast with potatoes that had been in the slow cooker since I left for work, so I whipped up a salad, and we sat down to eat. Joe tried to mind his manners, but it was obvious he didn’t eat this well normally.

He made fun of his cooking skills. “If it comes out of can, or a cereal box, I can manage it. Sometimes, not regular though, I might go to a diner. I hope I’m not makin’ a pig of myself.”

“Not kurtköy escort at all, Joe,” I assured him. “Just slow down a little. I won’t try and take it away from you. And save some room for chocolate cake.”

“No dessert for me, Miss Stacy. I’m pre-diabetic. Gotta be extra careful.”

I asked Joe if he wanted a drink, but he told me that was off-limits as well. After dinner, I questioned him more about his past. He told me he’d been in the army for four years, After he was discharged, he married Larissa, “Lacey” he called her, then had worked construction as a younger man. He went on to work 20 years as an auto mechanic at a big local dealership. He came to where we now work when he retired from the dealership.

We were sitting on the couch with the R&B station that he’d had on in the car playing on my stereo. Al Green’s version of “How Can You Mend a Broken Heart” came on. I stood up and taking his hand said, “Come dance with me, Joe.”

He held me close as we swayed to the music. I felt his loins coming to life again. Wow! I wasn’t expecting that so soon!

I led Joe to my bedroom, and, turning around, asked him to unzip me. I was wearing a green velour, VERY form-fitting, one piece jumper. Underneath it, I was wearing nothing. I seldom did. It always made me feel sexier.

Letting the dress fall to the floor, I felt Joe reach around and take my tits in his hands. Gently, he rubbed and pinched the nipples till they were taut and erect, and he kneaded the fleshiness of my breasts. They weren’t the biggest boobs on the block, but they were a nice handful, and still pretty firm. He started nibbling on my neck and rotating his groin against my ass. I felt his boner returning. And him 70 years old!

I turned around and undid his pants for the second time in two hours. After he sat on the bed and took off his shoes and socks, he slid out of pants and boxers, then let me unbutton and remove his shirt. For his age, he looked really good naked–especially with that missile between his legs!

“I’m sorry, Miss Stacy, but I don’t have a rubber,” he said sadly. “I don’t have any kind of sex disease, but I don’t want to give you a baby either. Even at my age, that’s still possible.”

“Not for me Joe,” I assured him. “After I got divorced, I had my tubes tied to make sure that never happened again. We’re safe.”

“I’m glad to hear that,” Joe said, “because I sure do want to ball you, young woman.” What an unusual expression. I’d heard it, but not in years.

We lay on the bed, kissing and fondling each other like two explorers discovering new lands. he seemed particularly interesting in squeezing my ass. It was intoxicating! While kissing my right breast, he started stroking my pussy and putting pressure on my clit. Oh my God, I had an orgasm right then!

He proceeded to kiss and lick his way down my stomach until he had his face in my pubic hair. He stopped and inhaled deeply, “Paradise,” I heard him say as if to himself. Then he got to work.

It was the most intense oral sex I’d ever received. Maybe because he wasn’t in a hurry like so many younger men. He found every sweet spot I had, and after countless orgasms, he took me to the big one. I screamed out as I neared climax, “I’m going to come all over your face, Joe!” And I did just that! I’d never felt anything like it!

“Uncle,” şerifali escort I pleaded, laughing. “I can’t take any more! Come fuck me now, Joe. And fuck me hard! Make me come again on your big black dick!”

Joe let me guide his velvety hardness into my swampy snatch, and did as he was ordered. I came over and over! Then, he slowed down, and getting up on his knees, lifted my legs over his shoulders, and went even deeper. I saw stars! He sure knew how to use the gift the good Lord had given him!

“Girl, you have the sweetest pussy,” Joe said softly. “So warm and wet. A man could get lost in here.”

With that, I gushed wetter!

After about 10 minutes of this, and with Joe still not seeming like he was close to an orgasm, I asked him, “Would you like me to turn over, Joe, so you can fuck me from behind?”

“I surely would, Miss Stacy. Your big, beautiful, white ass is what I imagine when I go to sleep at night.”

I rolled over and stuck my butt up in the air. He surprised me by starting to masturbate and spank my cheeks with his cock. He then slid it in me and proceeded to pump ferociously. My ass made a sharp slapping sound each time he slammed back into me. Fuck, it must be true–the older the violin, the sweeter the music!

Still not able to come, he slid out of me and started kissing my ass while jacking himself off. He found my anus, which I like to call my “moon blossom”, and began to plunder it with his long tongue, pounding his meat faster with each passing moment. He started to grunt, and breathing harder, got back up and, inserting just the head of his cock into my asshole, he unleashed another torrent of semen. Not as much as he deposited in my mouth when I blew him earlier, but not anything like I figured he could conjure up so soon after–or even the same week! This man was a stud!

We lay quietly for some time trying to recover with me nestled in his arm, my head on his chest. We said nothing until I broke the silence with, “Joe, that was the most incredible sex I’ve ever had. How do you do that?”

He thought for a moment. “Well, Miss Stacy, I don’t rightly know where that came from. I’ve never done anything quite like it before. I won’t lie. I’ve jerked off plenty thinking ’bout making love to you. Maybe, after all that practice, I just happened on it naturally.” That made us both laugh!

Joe paused, took a deep breath, and continued. “But I don’t want you thinkin’ that I expect anything more to come from it. You’re a young, lively girl, and you’ve given me everything I could ever hope to get from you on this night. You’ve been my fantasy these past months, and now that it got real, I won’t be an old pest to you. You need to be with young men your own age, until you meet the one you’re meant to grow old with.”

That was the most I ever heard Joe say at one time, and I loved him for saying it. I kissed him deeply and said, “I will never forget this night, Joe, and I certainly won’t forget you.”

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Things went on like before at work. Joe was still sweet to me, never asking or expecting anything in return. I went back to my party girl ways, but did get together with Joe one more time, at my insistence. He seemed tired though, and the lovemaking was pretty uninspired, at least by comparison. He didn’t have anywhere close to the energy he had displayed the first time. Despite that, he made me feel cherished, but I was worried about him.

Then one day soon after, without calling in, Joe didn’t come to work. After hearing nothing for a few days, we were notified that his daughter had found him dead in his little house. He’d died of an apparent heart attack. Details were sketchy, but e were told he looked peaceful. He had a smile on his face.

[It was a very hot day and I was trying very hard to concentrate on my work…

I had a deadline to meet or else I would be “dead”… literally… and here all could think about was the heat and sweat trickling down my spine… my beautiful silk shirt getting ‘dirty’… God was I ever dead!!

Anyway… it seems that someone up there really likes me… or liked me that day… This is how it happened… ]

* * * * *

As I said the day was hot… and very miserable… and I had work with a capital W on my head…

Well… that’s what I was doing… my work… calling my boss a bastard and a few other assorted epithets… just then I heard…

“Ms. Johnson, come to my office immediately!!”… God that awful, awful man… his awful, awful ways…

Well… I went ‘immediately’… because that’s what you do when the boss calls…

“Yes sir…!!”

“Ms. Johnson, I’d like you to meet my nephew and your new partner in ‘murder’… Mr. Johnson!!”… and the old fart cracked up laughing…

I somehow managed a polite chuckle…

Now this sure was all I needed… a nephew… and that too one called Johnson… well… now this was just great… just peachy…

I turned to ‘meet’ my new peachy ‘situation’…

Whoa what do we have here… a 6′ plus hunk built like a truck… blue eyes long blonde hair… and that too open…

I took a double take… somehow managed pull in my tongue and shut my salivating mouth…

“Hello Mr. Johnson!!”… I said in a voice whose strength surprised me…

“Well, hello Ms. Johnson!!”… he replied with a wink and a nod in the direction of my boss…

“Now Ms. Johnson, I’d like you to take Jack… that’s his name you know… “… my boss burst out laughing again… as if he’d just cracked the biggest joke in Sitcom history…

That was when Jack Johnson took matters into his own hands…

In a matter of fact tone he told me about his qualifications and that he was between jobs so to speak… and thus his involvement with my project… my ‘baby’ to quote him… [speaking of babies… wow… all I could think of was steam… heat… bumps… grinds… moans… mmmm]

I believe in God!!… not only did I not stammer… but my obvious ‘drooling’ went totally un-noticed!!

Dispensing with the ‘formalities’ I led my new ‘partner to my office area…

I showed him the ropes, so to say… he listened very attentively… not a complain from him… now if that wasn’t a good sign, nothing in this universe ever will be…

After a while he asked me in his rich baritone…

“So Ms. Johnson, just what is your name… I mean you do have me at a disadvantage here!!”

I blinked… my name… he was asking me my name… when I was trying to tell him about the work he was supposed to be doing… with me!! God… hunk or no hunk… this was too much… too damned much…

“Mr. Johnson, haven’t you… “

“That’s Jack!!”

“What??”

“The name is Jack…!!”

“Uhh… ok so Jack… have you even heard me…??”… my temper was rising…

“Oh yeah… I have heard every word that you’ve said!!”

“Then şişli escort haven’t you been paying any attention to the ‘contents’??”

“The contents!!”

“Ya you know the stuff that will tell you…!!”

“The contents!!… hmm”… he tossed his head and his beautiful hair seemed to flow like a river of gold…

He just turned and started walking towards the door…

“Hey… wait…!!”

He didn’t hear me… just locked my office door… and turned slowly towards me…

“Now… let us discuss the contents… “

I just stood there… glued to the floor… my heart was slamming… my breathe was short…

“The contents are as follows… a silk shirt… white and totally transparent on your back and front, when you sweat!!”

I looked down… indeed… it was transparent!!… I covered my chest hurriedly!!

“Then there is the matter of your bra… hmm… very lacy… and certainly doesn’t hide your nipples when YOU sweat!!”

Shit… this was crazy…

“Mr. Johnson… I don’t… “

“It’s Jack… and I know that you don’t… “… he said with a lazy smile… his eyes becoming predatory slits!!

“Hmm… so where was I… your bra… ya… so you have dark brown nipples… that would lead me to believe that this auburn mop on your head is your own… but that we’ll have to verify… “… his eyes lowered to my hips…

He hadn’t moved a muscle… just stood there… separated from me by a huge mahogany table… and yet… yet I could feel him caressing me… mmmm…

“But the question is how do we start the required verification… Ms Johnson… do you step out of your skirt and your knickers… or do I have to come there and do the honors myself… “, he said with a thoughtful look…

Something snapped in me… all my primness went through the window…

“Mr. Johnson… uhh I mean Jack… we wouldn’t want to displease the boss’s nephew would we… haaaan??”… my voice was a little husky… and my look must have been more than a little sultry… because Jack’s eyes widened… his breathe shortened considerably… I could actually see the heaving of his chest…

“So… I think we should start… Mr. Johnson… we do need to get you updated…!!”

“Yummy”… was all that he said…

I slowly unsnapped my skirt hook… pulled out my shirt…

His eyes followed my hands…

I pulled my skirt down… he stood there… still… not moving a muscle…

I was in my ‘sweaty’ silk shirt… and my black high-heeled sandals… [my shirt was long enough to cover my panties and my butt]!!

“Ahh… Ms. Johnson… the view of your ‘space’ is good so far… but we are still away from our actual verification…!!”

I started undoing my shirt buttons…

“No… Ms. Johnson… we’re wasting time here… “… he said coming towards me in a slow unhurried swagger…

“We need to inspect first… the fringe benefits will follow…!!”

He pulled me towards him… and then backed me on the table… and seated me on it… his eyes never leaving mine…

My taksim escort legs were pulled apart a little… his hands skimmed under the shirt to my panties…

I was wet… dripping… literally!!… he maneuvered his hands to the front of my panties…

Slowly his hand hooked my panties… and pulled down…

My breathe was caught in my throat… my heartbeat stopped for a second… then started with a very loud BAM-BAM…

He pulled them lower… down my legs… I lift my legs to help him…

Still he hadn’t seen my pussy… his eyes were on mine…

He pushed me further on the table… till my legs were dangling high above it…

“Ms. Johnson… its time for the tour… will you guide me or will I have to be on my own… “… I was mesmerized by his voice… the feelings that he was generating… were new… after all its not everyday… that a person gets you near orgasmic by just taking off your panties… hell…

“Mr. Johnson… its time that you were on your own… “… I said finally finding a voice…

He just nodded his approval… and pushed me further down on the table… I was actually lying down now…

He pulled up a chair… and sat… with slow deliberate movements he raised my shirt-tail…

I could feel his pulse quicken as he reached his treasure… his blood seemed to rush to his face a little…

“Ahh Ms. Johnson… how do we verify now… I don’t see anything here… not a spec of anything… “… [you see I keep my pussy clean-shaven]…

“Disappointed Mr. Johnson?”… I asked breathlessly…

“Hell… No Ms. Johnson… but what do we do with my verification…?”

Before I could answer him… his hands parted my pussy-lips… I forgot my smart retort…

“Ms. Johnson… we have a leakage problem here… “… his voice was barely audible…

“Then uuhhhh… Mr. Johnson… do some quick Plumbing… and drying!!”… I moaned…

He didn’t say anything… couldn’t… his mouth was busy… licking and sucking…

I was in heaven and hell… all at once… he sucked my clit… drinking my juices… literally slurping his way around…

“Ahhh… Hmmmmmmm… Johnson… mmmmmm”… .. I was bucking under his attention…

I could feel my orgasm approach… fast… hot…

I literally ground my pussy in his face… he used his hands to steady me, without breaking any contact from my core… my center…

I exploded… stars swam in the air… waves washed over me… over and over again…

He drank my cum… all of it… milking me for more…

I sank down in a heap…

He looked up… his hair was plastered to him… his breath was hurried… hmm… he had some of my cum on his face…

I called him closer… closer to my face… not having the strength to get up myself…

Pulling him down… I licked myself… my juices off him… it tasted good!!

He stood up abruptly… shrugged off his shirt… pulled his hair back… shucked off his jeans… and stood there… his proud manhood… all bulgy… and pointing… towards beşiktaş escort me…

I got up… signaled him to come closer with my index finger…

He came… I pulled out his rod of its confinement… wanting to feel his size… see it…

He jerked back… and shoved his jockeys down him thighs…

Whoaaa… what magnificence… his prick was big… very big… and even thicker… it was at least 8′ long… and bulging like a cucumber…

“Hmmm… Johnson… I’ve never seen anything so massive… can you fit it in my ‘area’… “… I asked awed by his size…

“Johnson… we’ll have to keep trying until it fits… “

I pulled his cock… and inturn him, towards me…

“We need some rubber Johnson… “… he said pulling out his wallet from his jeans…

I helped sheath him… caressing his length… pinching his balls… and then laughing when he jerked back…

He was ready… and so was I…

He rubbed his rod over my pussy lips… all the while holding my gaze…

Then slowly inserted himself into me…

Slowly…

I was stretched… it hurt… but I would have killed to get him in me…

The heat was rising… and miraculously… so was his prick…

I gasped…

“Johnson… you sure do get a rise out of me… “… he said with a husky laugh…

Finally he was in me… we then let our hands leave each other’s bodies… just joint by the hip… or should I say dick…

I looked down… all I saw were his balls… and a slightly protruding rod…

“Wow… Johnson… you actually fit… “… that was all I could say… because he started moving in and out of me…

We were precariously balanced… but what the heck…

Each movement… brought a new sensation… I could feel him inside of me…

I clenched at him everytime he tried to pull out… this brought a groan from him… a loud one…

Soon I lost all sense of time and dimension… I could only feel him…

I pulled at his shoulders… and almost immediately he pulled at my bottoms… taking me cleanly off the table…

“Ahhhhh… “

“Huuuu… yaaaaaaaa”

“God… Fuckkkkkk”

He used my bottoms to pull in and out of me… while thrusting further and further…

We slammed and thrashed… and bumped…

“Jackkkkk… sshiitttttttt”

“Johnson… I’m near… goddddddd!!”… his voice was barely audible…

I was near my own brink…

We came together… came apart… totally… completely…

Hmm… we stopped to gain some breath… but he didn’t leave me… he stayed there… in me…

Then… we started again… and again…

“Julie… “… I said much later…

“What…??”

“I said… Julie… that’s my name you know… “…

ps… i said that when he was in me… now isn’t that one good way of telling your partner your first name!!

The project was a success…

Somewhere between the romps on my table… and later his couch we did end up doing the work… a lot of more work… since it wasn’t possible to let others enter our rooms… considering that only shoes were allowed inside… and off course… some special lingerie’ on demand…

As I’m writing this Jack is trying very hard to attract my attention… he has on a very strange pair of under-things… it covers his butt… but his rod is out in the open… all 8′ of it!!

Gotta go… its time for another ‘verification’!!

Rooms For Rent — Pt 3

© Copyright 2022. All rights reserved.

This is a work of fiction. All characters depicted are 18 years and over.

After the fall semester finals Dan let Sherrie and Craig know he would be moving out at the end of the year. He and Karen would be getting a place of their own so they could be together. Dan told them he thought he had finally found the girl he truly wanted. Sherrie and Craig could see the love blossoming between the two of them and were happy for them.

Craig created a new notice to be posted on the student union bulletin board. They posted it the next day and hoped that they would get some inquires before all the students left for the holidays.

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Jennifer was very happy, her finals were over and she believed she did well on them. Right now she was just lounging, no books to study, no classes to attend, no homework or papers to write, just free time on her hands. The Student Union was not crowded at all, a lot of the students had left for home for the holidays already. It was almost quiet and peaceful. The chair was so comfortable that she had a hard time keeping her eyes open.

She was a very pretty girl with dark red hair, a sprinkling of freckles across her pert nose and under her steel Grey eyes, and a smile that could melt butter. She did not think of herself as beautiful but she was. Her legs were long and very shapely, her hips were just right containing a heart shaped ass, her waist created great curves to her body, and her 34C breasts stood high with no drooping and nipples that were perpetually swollen and hard. She was beautiful by anyone’s standard.

It had been a good first semester for her. She had great teachers and engaging courses, she had made a few good friends, and had been on a few dates sometimes having pretty good sex on them. Dorm life had been pretty good, her roommate had been the quiet kind which was helpful, and it had not been all that noisy on her floor. But she longed for a little more privacy, both for her own benefit and so she could bring a boy back to her room anytime she wanted. She had to admit that she needed more sex in her life, it seemed to relieve the stress of school and give her the recharge she needed to do well in her classes. She decided to look at the bulletin board to see if there were and notices posted about rooms to rent.

The board was down the hall and there were actually three of them. She searched all of them for rooms for rent but only one stood out. It was for a single room with a shared bath three blocks from the campus. She took a photo of the notice with her phone and then dialed the number.

“Hello, this is Sherrie.”

“Hi, my name is Jennifer and I am interested in the room you have for rent.”

Sherrie gave her the information and price for the room. She also told her she would be sharing the bathroom with a boy and that the bathroom had two doors and was what was known as a ‘Jack ‘n Jill’ setup. Jennifer was okay with that setup as long as both doors could be locked. They talked price and she was agreeable.

“When can I see the room?”

“There is a tenant in the room currently but he is away for the Christmas holiday. So if you don’t mind seeing his stuff you can look at it today.”

“Great. Give me twenty minutes and I will be there.”

Sherrie gave her the address and they both said goodbye.

The day was cool and somewhat of a breeze was putting a real chill in the air. Jennifer had her coat with her so walking there was no problem. She found the house easily and rang the front doorbell. When the door opened she was surprised to see a male.

“Hi, I’m Craig. You must be Jennifer. Sherrie will be here in a moment.”

They shook hands.

“Do you live here?” she asked.

“Yes, Sherrie and I manage the house together. Ah, here she comes.”

Sherrie appeared from deeper in the house.

“Hello, I’m Sherrie. I see you’ve met Craig. Come and lets sit for a few minutes in the living room.”

Sherrie and Craig led her into the living room and had her sit in a chair while they took the love seat. Jennifer liked what she had seen of the house. It was roomy and nice with a lot of places to sit. And she liked Sherrie and Craig right away. They seemed friendly and open.

Sherrie explained how the house worked, how many were living there, and what was expected of her. Jennifer had no problems with the house rules, they were not rigid at all and left enough room for everyone to get along. After discussing the setup Sherrie and Craig took her up to Dan’s room.

Luckily Dan kept the room pretty clean so it was easy to show it. The bed was even made. Sherrie showed her the bathroom which was also pretty clean. Robert, who had the room next door, had left already for the holidays but Vanessa and Amelia were still there so she introduced them to Jennifer. After meeting them Sherrie and Craig took Jennifer back downstairs and to the breakfast nook.

Sherrie presented the rental agreement as escort bayan fatih well as the security document. The price was agreeable and Jennifer wrote a check to cover the first month’s rent and the security deposit. Jennifer explained that Dan would be moving out between Christmas and New Years and as soon as he was out and they could clean the room, they would call her and she would be free to move in. They all shook hands and Jennifer left.

As she walked back to her dorm she was walking on air. This was exactly what she was looking for. She was so excited to have a room of her own even if she had to share a bathroom with a male next door. After all, she was not shy at all. And she liked everyone she met at the house. She was so lost in thought that she did not notice Roderick pass in her.

“Hi, Jennifer!” he said.

“Hi, Rod. What’s up?” she asked.

“Nothing much. I just finished my last final and was heading to dinner. Care to join me?”

“I’d love to.”

She joined him and they walked to the restaurant. Rod was a good friend and had been in her History class. She had never dated him but had been to lunch with him a few times. He was just a little taller than she was and slim, but not lanky. He had brown hair cut short, was clean shaven, blue eyes that she liked, and was always dressed in nice, but not pretentious, clothes. Today he was in jeans and a long sleeved shirt and a jacket.

Rod was leading her to a sandwich shop just across from the campus. As they walked and talked Jennifer began to wonder why he had never asked her on a date. She liked him well enough to have said ‘yes’ if he had asked.

“I rented a room in a house over that way for next semester.” she said.

“Oh yeah? So no dorm for you next semester?”

“Nope. I wanted a little more privacy than what you get in a dorm.”

“Boy I understand that. And the noise can get unbearable. I wish I could find something like that. How did you come across this deal?”

“I just watched the notices on the Student Union bulletin board until I found one I liked. I think I was pretty lucky to find it.”

“Want a roommate?” He joked.

She was surprised at his question. She looked at him for a minute.

“Maybe.” she said and then smiled. She didn’t know why she said that, they barely knew each other.

Rod looked at her and smiled.

“I was only joking.” he said.

“I know.” she said as she continued to smile at him. They were silent a minute as they continued their walk.

Soon they arrived and placed their orders. They each paid for their meal and chose a table to wait for their order to arrive.

“Are you going home for Christmas?” she asked.

“Yeah. I am driving home the day after tomorrow. I need to pack up still so I need a little time.”

“Yeah, me too. But I just live just outside of the East end of Dallas so its not that far.”

“Do you have a large family?” he asked.

“Right now it’s just my parents and me. My big brother is in the Navy and is currently in the Pacific somewhere.”

“It’s kind of the same for me. My big sister is married and lives in Boston so it’s a big deal to visit on the holidays. But I think they will be home this year.”

“That’s good. I like it when the family is all together for Christmas. It just seems more cozy.”

“I know what you mean. I sometime miss having by sister around so it will be good to see her again.”

Their food arrived and they started eating. The conversation continued during their meal, mostly about the last semester. When they finished their meal they bused their table and started the walk back toward their dorms.

“Rod, why have you never asked me out?”

“I’m not sure. I guess I kind of thought of you as out of my league.”

“Surely you don’t think I’m that stuck up?”

“Oh, no! It’s not that at all. It’s just that you are so beautiful. I was just never sure what my chances with you were.”

She took his hand into hers.

“You should have asked. You might have gotten a surprising answer. I always liked you.”

“Does that mean you would be willing to date me?”

“Of course, silly. Why wouldn’t I?”

Rod could not believe what he was hearing. It was not that he was shy around girls, he just sometimes misjudged them without realizing it. He was glad that she had set things straight.

“Well, I’m sorry that I misjudged you. That seems to be one of my weaknesses concerning women. Never the less, I would like to date you and get to know you better.”

“You really know how to pick the wrong time to ask a girl out, it being the end of the semester.”

“Timing was never my best trait. But maybe we could stay in contact over the holidays?”

“Sure, I’d like that. Give me your phone.”

They traded phones and input their information into each others phone. Rod looked at her information when he got his phone back and was surprised to see she had added ‘good friend’ in the information field. It made him smile escort bayan merter as he stuck his phone in his back pocket.

“You want to go somewhere and talk some more?” he asked.

“Sure. We can go to my dorm room. My roommate moved out today so we can have it to ourselves.”

They changed direction slightly to head for her dorm. She took him up to her room and they sat on her bed talking for the next two hours. She was really starting to like Rod the more she talked with him. He was really nice and did not make any moves on her which she found refreshing. They discussed many topics including family, high school, college, and their aspirations. When he finally left to return to his dorm room she immediately felt like a piece of her left with him. It was really strange, she had never felt this way when other boys left her. She shrugged and since it was still early she started doing a little packing for her trip home.

After putting a few things away she stripped and took a shower. It was only nine o’clock but she went to bed any way as she was tired. As she lay there trying to sleep she suddenly realized that she missed Rod. She had only been with him a few hours but she already had feelings for him. She smiled to herself when she realized why she missed him. Even though this was a first for her, she liked the feeling and that put her into a deep sleep for the night.

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Rod woke the next morning and his first thought was of Jennifer. It made him smile. She was both beautiful and nice, what more could he wish for? After visiting the bathroom he decided to text her.

Rod: Good morning, beautiful

He did not expect a reply right away so he was surprised when she did.

Jen: Good morning, how about breakfast?

Rod: Sounds great. See you in 30 minutes?

Jen: Sounds good

She wanted to see him again! His spirits peaked at that moment. This was going to be a great day!

He rushed to the bathroom and did his morning rituals. Then he put on fresh clothes after checking the weather (the same as yesterday). He made a second check on himself before he left just to make sure he had not forgotten anything. As he walked to her dorm he was walking on air.

He knocked at her door and after a few seconds she answered with her coat in hand. They left heading for the Student Union cafeteria.

“How did you sleep last night?” Rod asked.

“Very well. I went to bed early and woke early so I have been packing for the last hour.”

“I packed a little last night myself. I don’t have that much left to pack so I will delay that until I leave tomorrow.”

“It’s the same for me. I’ve done all I can do until I’m really ready to leave.”

“So your day is pretty clear?”

“Yeah. Why, you want to do something?” she asked.

“Yeah, I’d like that.”

She smiled at him. “Me, too.”

The cafeteria was not crowded as this was the last day it would be open and most of the students had left already. They loaded up with a big breakfast. When they finished they set out for a walk. Jennifer was enjoying their time together. Why had they not gotten together sooner? She held his hand in hers as they walked through the campus with no destination in mind. They wound up in Doug Russel park which was right next to the campus. It was a small park that had a little historical cemetery at the back. All the graves were either young women or babies as there was once an unwed mothers home nearby. But the park was beautiful even in winter.

They decided to sit together on the swing set as the park was completely empty. The sun had come out from behind the clouds making the day a little warmer.

“I guess this is the last day for us for a while.” Jennifer said.

“Yeah, I guess so. But I do want to stay in touch with you.”

“I’d like that, a lot.”

“I’m going to miss you. That may sound a little weird but now that I know you I want to know you even more.” he said.

She sighed a little. “I know what you mean. I want more time with you as well.”

They were silent for a moment as Jennifer made up her mind about something.

“Rod, would you like to make love to me?” she asked.

He was stunned. This was the last thing he expected from her.

“I would love to, if that’s what you want.”

She looked at him with a big smile.

“I think we need to find out if there are sparks between us before we begin the holidays. And I have not been fucked in a few weeks so I’m pretty horny.”

Jennifer stood up from the swing and brought him into her arms. They both felt the warmth of the other even through their clothes. She lifted her head from his shoulder and they kissed each other. It was a warm kiss, just enough to assure each other about how they felt.

“Come on, we can go back to my room.” she said.

They joined hands and walked back to her dorm. The anticipation each felt built as they got closer to the dorm. They walked in silence each in with their own thoughts.

When escort bayan levent they got to her dorm room she unlocked the door and led him inside. Once inside with the door closed they removed their coats and embraced each other again. They held each other just standing there for a long time. Finally they started to kiss each other, this time passionately, their tongues exploring each other. She could feel his hardness pressing against her which made her press against him even more.

They slowly relaxed their embrace of each other until there was a small amount of space between them. Jennifer began to undress him first but Rod quickly followed and started to undress her. They removed their shirts first revealing his bare chest and her bra encased breasts. He was hypnotized by her tits even if only a hint of them was visible. She smiled at him and reached behind her to unhook her bra and slowly reveal her loveliness to him. Then she quickly embraced him again.

Neither of them seemed to be in any hurry as it took them almost ten minutes to get down to their underwear. Rod was completely mesmerized by her beauty and Jennifer thought he was the most handsome boy she had ever seen. She broke their embrace and led him to her single bed where they both lay close and facing each other. They continued to kiss but now their hands began to wander across each others bodies.

Jennifer could not believe how good he felt to her. No other boy had produced this feeling in her. And his cock, so hard against her. She was not sure how long she could wait before she just had to touch it, to feel it in her hand, and to suck on its length. But for now she enjoyed just being held by him and feeling his naked body against hers.

Rod was truly in awe of her. She was so beautiful and he felt so lucky that she wanted him. He loved kissing her. You could tell so much about her from her kisses, what mood she was in, what she wanted from him, and what she wanted to give him. And he also loved it when her breasts pressed against him. They seem to enhance the message from her kisses. Having her naked and against him was just the best feeling ever.

Although the bed was small they made the most of it. Soon their kisses move to other regions of their bodies as they explored each other for the first time. Rod was now kissing her breasts and sucking on her nipples. Her nipples responded by becoming hard little nubs against his tongue. Her chest rose from the bed against his lips and tongue as he continued to stimulate her breasts. Obviously her breasts were very sensitive and he made the most of that feeling from her.

Rod continued down her body, past her womanhood, and to her legs. He parted them a little and kissed and licked the inside of her thighs. He took his time as she began to moan a little to his stimulation of her.

“Oh Rod, that feels so good.”

Her statement drove him to take even more time to get to know every part of her. He slowly worked his way up and then down each leg multiple times, kissing and licking her inner thighs until he had covered every part of them. Only then did he move up to the center of her pleasure. He moved her legs even wider apart until her feet were hanging off each side of the single bed.

The smell of her womanhood was intoxicating and rich with her moisture. She was clean shaven and you could see where she was leaking her fluids. He started by slowly licking up the excess fluids that had escaped from inside her. She moaned louder as he kissed up and down her outer lips. When he reached the top of her lips he kissed her clitoris once and the licked it once, only to return to her lips again.

“Wow, Rod. You really know how to treat my pussy. Just don’t stop.”

Eventually he moved to her inner lips and the opening to her treasure. He alternated licking with a lite touch and then a heavier one. Her juices were now flowing as she was obviously very turned on. After inserting his tongue into her he moved up to her clit and sucked on it for a whole minute.

“Oh god! Oh god!” she almost screamed.

He inserted his middle finger into her opening and curled his finger upwards to get to her G-spot as he continued to suck on her clit. Her hips rose off the bed as she got closer and closer to her first orgasm.

“Rod, I going to cum! Jesus! I’m cumming!”

And with that her hips rose a final time and she seemed to shake all over as her orgasm racked her body releasing all those good hormones into her system. She was groaning over and over as it blasted through her system. Finally she took a breath and came down from her peak. When she caught her breath she pulled Rod back up to her and took him in her arms and kissed him over and over.

“Oh god, Rod! That was incredible! I’ve never cum like that before! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!”

“You’re welcome. I’m glad you liked it.”

They held each other for a minute and then she said “Make love to me. I want to feel you inside me. I want to feel your spunk blast inside me over an over again.”

“Are you safe?” he asked.

“I’m on the pill so feel free to do with me as you will.”

“I want you on top.”

She moved over a little to give him room and then sat on his legs just below his cock. She took his cock in her hands and smiled down at him.

Till now:

Feroz now has total control of the F Company’s Mumbai and Goa operations. Illegal gambling, liquor, drugs, extortion, films and real estate everything was now perfectly running. Money wasn’t an issue anymore. Most of his enemies are either dead or sent away or neutralised through negotiations and deals. He has become one of the most influential people in the country. The majority of the female members of the family were already addicted to his dick. That includes his wife Alina, his mother Fatima, Bhabhi Mohseena, his elder sister Kashmira, his niece Farah, stepmother Ameera, half-sisters Zeenat and Zara, and the Khan family’s loyal servant Salma. Of course, there were several others like Adv Devika, Inspector Rani, and ACP Sonia who were willing to offer their pussies or suck his dick at his will. His brother Faizal was still in jail and Feroz had managed everything to keep him there for longer. His father, the original don, Farooq was still hiding away from the Indian Police. He was still in the Maldives. The government of India doesn’t have an extradition treaty with the Maldives. So Farooq was much safer there than in any other country.

Tring…tring…

Feroz was irritated by the phone ring. After a pleasure session for the entire night together, a hot threesome, with his mother Fatima and stepmother Ameera, he was quite exhausted. He needed some rest. But it was already 11.30 AM and the phone was ringing consistently.

“Why are you calling me so early?” Feroz said in an irritated tone.

“Bhai, Dr Weber is waiting for you in the lobby.” Feroz’s office manager Shafi was on the other side of the call.

“What? Who?”

“Dr Kamini Weber. The Managing director of Weber pharmaceuticals.”

“Oh yes! Has she arrived already?”

“Yes.”

“Okay, ask her to wait for me in my office, I’ll be there in 10 minutes.” Feroz cut the call and stood up to get dressed.

“Where are you going?” Fatima said in a sleepy tone, “I thought we could have some fun in the morning too. Since Ameera has left in the morning, I would have you all for myself!” She deliberately removed her blanket from her breasts. Perfectly round-shaped firm breasts were very attractive. Dark-coloured nipples were already hard indicating her excitement. Her untied silky hair was messy and looked stunning. At the age of 53, she still looked exceptionally sensuous. Feroz couldn’t avoid an erection.

“Ah! There you go…” Fatima said with laughter, “even he doesn’t want to go.”

“Ammi, no…I think I should go…” Feroz said this with no conviction at all.

“Oh, the business can wait for ten minutes. I need my morning tonic first.” Fatima sat at the edge of the bed and pulled her son towards her. She gently stroked his erect penis.

“I still wonder how big you have grown.” said in an admiring tone. Before he could say anything she had already taken his entire tool in her mouth. She licked and sucked his cock expertly. Her right hand was firmly placed on his penis’ base and its slight movement was doubling his pleasure, while her left hand was gently caressing his balls. It took less than 3 minutes to make him cum. Feroz sprayed his entire load in his mother’s mouth. She gulped it in one go.

“Oh god, that was…amazing…” He said after catching his breath. Fatima smiled and nodded,

“I loved it too beta!” She stood up and kissed her son on the forehead, “Allah hamesha tumhari hifazat karein. (May god protect you always)”

“As long as I’m getting so much love from my mother, I don’t think anyone can harm me,” Feroz said with a smile and kissed her passionately.

“I’ll take your leave now.” He stepped out of his mother’s chambers and went straight to his office in the Khan mansion.

“Good morning Dr Weber,” Feroz entered the room with a pleasant smile, “I’m sorry to keep you waiting.”

“No problem.” Dr Weber said in a plain and cold tone, with an expressionless face.

Dr Kamini Weber, born Kamini Shrivastav, was originally from Delhi. She completed her graduation from the Indian Institute of Chemical Technology in Mumbai, which was known as the top pharmacy school in India. She was awarded a special scholarship to pursue her PhD at the Karolinska Institute in Sweden, where she met Stefan Weber, a visiting professor. They fell in love and got married. Together, they founded Weber Pharmaceuticals, which grew rapidly and became a multinational company with a presence in 140 countries, including India, by the late 2000s.

In 2018, Stefan Weber was found dead in Berlin under mysterious circumstances. His daughter accused her mother Dr Kamini of murder. Despite a thorough investigation by the German police, no evidence was found to support the claim. Dr Kamini continued to run Weber Pharmaceuticals, which remained a successful company. Now, why the Managing Director of a multinational company was interested in meeting a Mafia don in Mumbai?

“Yes, Dr Kamini, what can I do for you?” Feroz asked. She smiled, for the first time since avrupa yakası escort she was here. Dr Kamini had a fair complexion typical of North India. Despite her age, her large forehead had no wrinkles. She had a slender figure and long, silky brown hair with a few grey streaks. Her well-manicured hands and perfect makeup were evidence of her value for appearance. She was wearing smart-looking glasses.

“Mr Khan, I’m here with a business proposal.”

“What kind of a business proposal?”

“An opportunity, for you to make billions of dollars…”

“I already make a lot of money Dr Kamini,” Feroz interrupted.

“Yes,” she said with a grin, “But how about ruling the world?!”

“You know what, I hear a lot of such claims every now and then. So why not just cut the chase and come to the point?!”

“My point is that Mr Khan, You and I, together can rule the world. I have a product and you have the network to use it,” She stood up as she spoke and sat on a chair closer to Feroz, “I have made a drug that will make the world go crazy. We will be controlling people’s minds.”

Feroz laughed.

“Haha… All you are offering is a new drug. We already sell cocaine and LSD and tons of other shit. Let’s start selling your drug too. What’s a big deal? Why so much dramatics?”

“No, you don’t understand. This is no cocaine or LSD or Methamphetamine. It is far far stronger than that.”

“How?” Feroz was a bit irritated now, “Explain it in the next 2 minutes or we are ending our meeting here now.”

“Well, you see, when a person consumes any drug, it flows through blood and affects his body and mind. What’s different with my new drug is that the people around the consumer get affected.”

“How’s that even possible? And if I don’t get high and others get high because I’m consuming a drug, what’s the point?”

“I think, you’ll need a live demo.” Dr Kamini said with a grin.

“What do you mean?”

“Trust me. Bring any man here. And a woman who would never sleep with that man”

Feroz was reluctant. But to be honest, this was getting interesting. He called Salma, his maid and his office manager Shafi. Shafi had several times asked Salma to marry him. But Salma, already so devoted to Feroz and his family, rejected Shafi’s proposal. Since then, there was a kind of cold war between them. So they were a perfect couple for this experiment.

Dr Kamini took out a red pill from her purse and ask Shafi to swallow it. Shafi was confused and hesitant.

“Do as she says,” Feroz ordered. Shafi had no choice but to swallow it. Immediately, Dr Kamini started a stopwatch.

“Mr Khan, you and I need to swallow this to avoid any effect on us,” she had taken out two blue pills. Feroz thought for a bit.

“We don’t have much time left,” Dr Kamini quickly swallowed a blue pill. Feroz followed her and did the same. About a couple of minutes passed and nothing happened.

“Shafi, are you feeling anything?” Feroz asked.

“No, bhai,” Shafi answered.

“Dr Kamini, I think you’re wasting my time,” Feroz said dismissively. But he saw that Dr Kamini was observing not Shafi, but Salma. Feroz looked at Salma and he was stunned. Salma had removed her dupatta and had already untied her thick black hair. She was trying to grab Shafi’s attention. She squeezed her boobs with another hand in her groin. She winked at him and bit her lower lip. Shafi was confused. He had never thought Salma would give him any signals. But here she was making all the moves for him. About a minute later she just stood up from her chair and went straight to Shafi and started kissing his neck and shoulders. Reluctant at first, Shafi slowly got absorbed in her lust. Dr Salma was totally out of control now. She was fully naked by now and was sitting in front of Shafi. She unzipped his jeans, stripped down his underwear and right in front of Dr Kamini and Feroz, she started blowing Shafi. She sucked his hard cock like a hungry woman. Her eyes were full of lust and desire. Shafi held her by her shoulders and pushed her onto a sofa. He started banging her from behind.

“Oh my god…ya Allah!” Salma cried with happiness.

“Keep doing it, my love…” she was moaning loudly, “harder….harder…”

Shafi was a simple man, who loved Salma once and always desired her. And when suddenly today he found her getting fucked by his hard cock, how would he sustain for long? He filled Salma’s vagina with his load.

A bit later, Salma almost passed out with ecstasy. Shafi realised what he was doing right in front of his master.

“Bhai, I’m sorry… I didn’t do it…she jumped on me…you saw it right…I’m innocent,” Shafi was trembling with fear. He knew that Feroz liked Salma and they regularly made love. In the underworld, fucking your mafia boss’ girl is an offence punishable by death.

“Relax Shafi. Now, do one thing. Just take Salma upstairs to her room. Put a blanket on her and go home for today,” Shafi istanbul escort couldn’t believe that his boss wasn’t mad at him.

“You don’t have to worry, Shafi, I’m not going to kill you. Now go and do as I said,” Feroz ordered and Shafi took half-unconscious Salma to her room. The moment they left the room, Feroz lost his temper, he took out his gun,

“Now…What the fuck was that?” he yelled at Dr Kamini and pointed a gun at her, “You come here and intoxicate my people and make them do weird things?”

“Wasn’t it impressive Mr Khan?!” Dr Kamini was very calm and smiling despite a gun being pointed at her.

“You know what’s impressive?” Feroz still angry, “If I pull this trigger, it will blow your brains out. And that scene will be impressive.”

“Huh… That’s an old art…” Dr Kamini said mockingly, “The first guns were fired sometime in the 13th century. That’s hardly impressive today. What you saw here is the real magic, Mr Khan.”

“I want to know what you did to them,” Feroz was still pointing his gun at Dr Kamini.

“Alright. So this is a drug that I have made. I call it Pheromagic. I gave it to Shafi. Now when it went into his system, his body started spreading strong Pheromones.”

“What’s that?”

“You know, when animals mate, they secrete Pheromones to attract their partners. To put it simply, it is a signal for the opposite gender to come and have a good fuck.”

“So you turned them into animals?” Dr Kamini laughed at Feroz’s naive question.

“Not really. Our bodies already have pheromones. But the problem is that our antennas can’t detect them. It’s like radio waves. If you don’t know have a proper receiver you won’t know that they exist. So what this pill does is, it changes the molecular structure of the pheromones to make it possible for a reception for the human bodies,”

“Wow… that’s… that’s amazing…” Feroz was astonished. He already had lowered his gun.

“Yes! Isn’t it?!” Dr Kamini had a spark in her eyes, “So Shafi released those strong, modified pheromones and Salma couldn’t control herself because of it and got attracted towards him. The effect will remain on Salma and Shafi for around 30 more minutes since it was a mild dose.”

“And us? We were…wait…those blue pills…”

“That’s right. Those blue pills are antidotes. They stop any effect of pheromones on you. That’s why we were not affected, otherwise, we would be gangbanging poor Shafi,” Dr Kamini laughed loudly. She was beautiful when she laughed, Feroz thought. Her intelligence and her beauty had already captivated Feroz. He joined her laugh,

“I must say, Dr Kamini, I’m impressed.” Feroz continued, “Now, back to the basic question, what do you want from me?”

“You see, almost all the god-fearing, so-called honest people think that this medicine is an evil creature. So nobody is allowing me to produce this and get it in the market,” She sighed and continued, “My own husband was against me on this matter,” with that last sentence Feroz realized that, clearly, Dr Kamini had murdered her husband.

“No government in the world will allow me to establish my lab and my factory,” Dr Kamini continued as she lit a cigarette. Evidently, she was stressed now by the situation she was in, “My daughter is on the board of directors of Weber Pharma. There are a few others too who want me out. So I can’t make this drug under my own company,” her frustration is visible now, “But you see, Mr Khan, I’m a scientist, and that too a genius one. I have made not a poison but a love potion. I want it out there. I want people to use it and make the most of it. And that’s where you come in,” She finished her monologue and looked at Feroz with hope.

“You want me to invest in establishing the lab and a factory, use my networks to sell it to the rich kids who would do anything to fuck hot chics, right?” Feroz asked.

“Yes. But not just that, imagine how it would change the brothel business and the porn industry?” Dr Kamini was excitedly telling her plans, “Also, I’m trying to make some modifications in the drug to upgrade it. Imagine, what if tomorrow, just with the help of your pheromones, people around you start obeying you, almost to the level of slavery?”

“That’s a scary thought, to be honest.”

“Scary for the other people, Mr Khan. We will always have our antidotes with us. We will rule the world!”

Everything was so overwhelming for Feroz. He knew that this was a jackpot, a gold mine or even better than that, a fucking godly power to control people!

“Alright, Dr Kamini…” Feroz took a cigarette from her hand and took a long drag, “I’ll do it. I’ll help you with this… but…” he stashed the cigarette in an ashtray.

“But?”

“On one condition…”

“And what would that be?”

“I want to experience this myself. I want to see how it feels.”

“You want someone to swallow the pill for you to experience this?”

“Yes.”

“Who?”

“You!” That was an unexpected answer anadolu yakası escort for Dr Kamini. She knew that Feroz had frequently glanced at her boobs and her beautiful body. But this particular condition was unexpected.

“So to put it simply, you want to fuck me?” Dr Kamini said it with an unapproving tone. She clearly hadn’t liked the idea.

“See, Dr Kamini I don’t want you to do anything that you don’t want to do…” Feroz said with a mischievous grin on his face, “That’s why we both will swallow the red pill. Let’s see how it impacts our phermos…or whatever that fuck is and see where things go…”

Surely, this would make Dr Kamini willingly fuck Feroz and vice-versa. This wasn’t a bad option. Anyway, Feroz was her last resort after all these years of her efforts. She looked at Feroz. He was a handsome man with a strong build. She took a couple of minutes to think.

“Okay, Mr Khan, I accept your condition. Let’s do this!” Dr Kamini, a genius scientist was ready to get fucked by the most powerful mafia dons in the country. She took out two red pills from her purse.

“Are you ready for the Pheromagic?!” She offered one to Feroz. He smiled and took one.

“Let’s see which pleasure world we take off to…” He said with a smile and both of them swallowed the pills.

A couple of minutes passed. Feroz and Dr Kamini started feeling something. Their eyes met, filled with lust. He walked towards the door of his office and closed it. She stood up and came close to him. She pulled his face to hers and kissed him passionately. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her hard into his body. She could feel his hard cock against her hip.

After leading him toward the sofa in the office, Dr Kamini slowly undressed him, running her hands over his toned body. He gasped when she ran her hand over his erect tool. She untied her hair and let it fall open. This was the first time he realized how beautiful, long and silky her hair was. They kissed again like a teenage couple, full of passion and enthusiasm. He unbuttoned her formal shirt and skirt. A rich white lingerie made her bosom look very attractive. It took less than half a second for him to unhook the bra, revealing her full breasts. He put his fingers in her panty and swiftly slid it down revealing a gleaming hairless vulva. A string of beautiful pearls hung seductively between her breasts. Feroz was stunned when his eyes fell upon her naked body. Slender, yet with perfect curves. At the age of 50, Dr Kamini’s breasts and ass were tight and perfectly shaped. His lusty eyes made her pussy wet in anticipation.

“Do you want me?” she whispered eagerly.

Feroz looked back into her eyes and trembled. “Oh God yes.”

“How wonderful.” She smiled and glanced toward her feet. “Come show me.”

Like a supplicant in a temple, the young man fell to his knees before her. “You’re gorgeous.” He whispered. “The sexiest woman I’ve ever seen…”

Leaning down, she reached around his head and brought his mouth to her nipple. She moaned huskily as his warm mouth enveloped it. “Yes, that’s it. Touch me. Touch me everywhere.”

Feroz reached around to grab her firm, tight ass with both hands.

“We better not waste any more time,” She pulled his face into her. “Get it all wet and ready for your cock, Mr Khan.”

He didn’t reply, just wrapped his arms around her round ass and pulled her pussy to his mouth. Feroz smiled and closed his eyes as his skilful tongue began licking her full pink pussy lips. She moaned as his tongue slid into her hole.

“Oh yes…you’re so good with it,” She moaned.

Feroz wasted no time, licking and sucking while his hands ran up her legs. Her legs were lean and toned. He kissed the inside of her thighs and made her giggle with little nips and kisses on her outer labia. He pulled back the hood over her clit, pinching it gently with his wet fingers. Her breathing turned into heavy pant when Feroz slipped two fingers into her dripping pussy.

“Oh yes sweetie, that feels so good.” Dr Kamini moaned.

After several wonderful minutes, she reached down and pulled his head away from her. Looking down at his wet shining face, she smiled brightly. “Get up on the sofa, Mr Khan,”

Sliding his hand from her pussy, he stood up and sat on the sofa edge.

She took a moment to take in his lean, firm body before crawling up over him. Moaning softly, she lowered her head to take his cock into her warm and wet mouth. A shudder ran through Feroz’s body, and he moaned. She sucked the pre-cum from his cock and enjoyed the taste, smearing it on her tongue with the head of his cock. Sucking gently, she ran his cock in and out of her mouth smoothly, the head of his cock butting nicely against the back of her throat. She brought up her hand to cup his balls. When his hands slid into her hair and grasped her head, she knew he was getting close. Lifting herself off him, she moved further over his body and straddled his hips. The rapturous look on Feroz’s face made her shiver with delight, as she slid her sopping pussy on top of his cock.

Feroz gasped as he felt the head of his cock slide into her warm wetness. “Oh, Kamini,” he whispered. She rocked her hips, taking his full length inside of her. “Yesss, give me all of it.” She rolled her hips over and over, loving the ecstasy she saw on his face.

When I was 22 I worked at a Target store in Orange County. A girl worked there, she was just out of high school, but she looked like an innocent and sweet girl, I mistook her for 16 or 17, she was actually 19. One day I was organizing the shoe department and was admiring a pair of patent leather red pumps lost in dreamland, believing I was alone. I must have been lost in this state for minutes because I was shook from my daze when she tapped me on the shoulder asking if I was ok.

At closing that night, we punched our cards and walked out together. Not so unusual, we’d become friendly. I was with my girlfriend Jacqueline at the time, but I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t totally attracted to her.

“Come check something out real fast,” she said as I was about to get into my car.

I walked over to her car and she used her fob to unlock the trunk. She opened it and pulled out a pair of leather, knee-high heels, red, with a gold zipper up the side.

“Do you like them?”

I could only smile from ear to ear. I was aroused immediately. She was so young and innocent seeming and with this little maneuver garnered my love immediately.

Nothing ever happened between us, but because of her I began having fantasies of cuckoldry and submissive devotion.

Shortly after Jacqueline and I had already broken up, made up, and broken up a couple of times already and when she finally made it clear she was done with me. I began stealing pantie and I simply turned my sexual desires inward.

I imagined I was Katherine’s submissive. Katherine is the girl from Target with the boots. I didn’t know what a submissive was at the time, but I imagined myself in service to her. I imagined I dressed her, bathed her, gave her mani pedis, and cooked and cleaned for her. She was off limits, too young I told myself. But I could fantasize about serving her.

Jacqueline got me started. I will never forget. We used to play this game, no using your hands, everything else was fair game. We’d play it for hours. That is not an exaggeration. We knew how to play. She knew how to play. She brought out the best in me.

One night during this game, she put on a pair of sheer-to-waist pantyhose. After putting them on in front of me she asked if I’d like to wear a pair.

“They’ll make us both feel really good,” she added.

I’ll never forget this moment. I had to pretend not to know how to put them on, I’d done it so many times over the years, ever since discovering my mom’s panty and hosiery drawers. She must have known because after fumbling to follow her instructions on the first leg, I gathered the silky hose into a ring, slipped it tightly over my pointed toes and slid them snuggly and effortlessly up my second leg. An impossible task for a first timer to have completed.

After we’d both slipped on and adjusted our hose we went to the bathroom and admired ourselves in the mirror. She got an idea, at least she was a good enough actor to make it seem like a spontaneous act, to paint my lips with lipstick.

“Just let me try, you try, see what it looks like,” she prompted.

Of course it was a dream come true and my feigned resistance must have made her laugh inside. She painted my mouth and pointed my face to the mirror before she kissed my mouth the way I’d imagined lesbians kiss.

We played that night for literal hours. Grinding, scissoring, kissing, applying and reapplying lipstick, we were behaving like the lesbian porn actors in the films we both loved watching.

After that I began wearing her panties. I bought my own panties, nightgowns and chemises. I bought her stockings, panties, hosiery, garterbelts and heels and we made love like homosexual women not heterosexual couples.

She used buttplugs on me. I wore a buttplug to work at her request. Toward the end of our relationship, she was calling me her sissy, her pantyboy, her faggot sissy and I served her evermore fervently. I think it wasn’t what she really wanted. She wanted a real lesbian not a man pretending to be one. And she liked men, and she wanted a man to fuck her, not a man to serve her. We were great together, and if I’d known then what I know now, I’d have proposed to her with a caveat that would make my proposal irrefutable.

I would have asked her to be my mistress dom wife. “You can go and be with a woman, be with a man, be with 5 men, I don’t care, just always come back to me and let me live vicariously through you and be completely devoted to you.” Is what I would have said if I knew then what I know now.

Jacqueline and I are both in our 50s now. She’s happily married, and a swinger at that. Apparently she and her husband swing. I don’t know the details, but over the years we’ve kept connected in some form or fashion. When we were in our mid 30s we met up in Vegas for 5 days. She’s sent me photos of herself, I’ve written stories and sent her way more illicit photos of myself to her than she’s ever shared with me. Hers are tasteful, mine are lascivious. Typical male-ego-driven stuff.

I’ve had one good fulya escort relationship since her, plus a marriage come and gone. The marriage only lasted 5 years and it was a terrible relationship. In between the one good relationship and the marriage I had an online, digital affair with a woman overseas, her name was Joan. I’d moved to Europe and she was an old colleague. One day she sent me an email asking if I’d read a story she’d written. It was erotica. Ok stuff, pretty tame by my standards, but that little email led to me fulfilling my ultimate fantasy.

Let me start with the one good relationship I had after Jacqueline dumped me. Maria. She was a pansexual, Ivy League, totally leftwing radical who let me fly my freak flag. She was young, 23, and fresh out of undergrad. She found my lingerie. When I met her it was so totally unexpected and almost a year since I’d broken up with Jacqueline so I had built up quite a collection. Jacqueline leaving me left a huge emptiness that I filled pretending to be a woman. I would dress up and basically have sex with myself. I had dildos, vibes, plugs, lubes, lingerie and a huge mirror that Jaqcueline had insisted I buy that I spent whole nights in front of masturbating. The first date with Maria, I had absolutely no intention of taking her back to my place and yet, that’s how it went.

We fucked and then we spent the weekend together. I was on alert. I knew I’d have to hide my stash and in my sloth had let that stash permeate my whole apartment. I had panties in my regular chest of drawers with my male boxers. I had my hose in my sock drawer. I had vibrators in the bedside tables, not just one or two, but three, plus two buttplugs. I wasn’t worried if she found those, I could explain it simply enough and not seem like a total freak. I had LegShow magazine, two years worth of them in the bathroom under the vanity. I thought if anything, having them in the bathroom would seem ok, and that I didn’t attempt to hide them I thought would come off as macho. But they were LegShow. If you know or knew what LegShow magazine’s focus was then you might think twice, it was a submissive men’s magazine. I’d actually had several letters published by them. But I also had heels under my bed, gowns in between the boxspring and mattress, and chemise hanging in the back of my walk-in closet.

Like I said, I was on high alert, but she never snooped around, just hung out and fucked, drank, fucked some more and then it was Monday and I went to work early, told her to lock the door on the way out, and I’d call her to see if we could hang out later.

I got home Monday after work and she was laying on the bed watching a sissy DVD on the tv, laying on my bed on a pile of panties, hose, and lingerie.

So, after Jacqueline, I never thought I’d have that kind of sex again, and along came Maria. We had fun. But she was volatile. I realized after we broke up, she wasn’t as “liberally-minded” as she presented herself to be. She was ok with women being pansexual, but deep down, it bothered her that I liked cock and cum as much as I liked pussy and cream.

We had fun. I loved her, as much as I thought I’d never love anyone like Jacqueline, I did love Maria as much. Of course it was different. Everyone knows that. But I asked her to marry me, but it was too late. She was moving on, going to law school and I was left in her wake. Surprising to me was that she kept in contact. Since we broke up, we’ve gotten together for sex twice, separated by ten years, the next one should be coming up soon, lol.

Maria fucked me with a strap-on. I sucked her strap-on. It was while we were together I found shemales. I would go to this porn shop that had closets with two-way windows. You could watch porn and open your window so the person in the next closet could watch. They could open theirs or you could both have them open. I would dress up, put my male clothes on and go to the porn shop. I’d strip down to my lingerie, put on shemale porn, and open my window.

I loved it. I tried telling Maria about it and she was furious. I was humiliated, but not the way a new-born sissy can handle. If I’d known then what I know now I would have played it a lot better. Would have accepted it and let her have her way with me.

That was the beginning of the end. After she found that out, she never recovered. She went off to law school and within the year we’d broken up.

After that I bore headlong into being a sissy. I moved to Florida for work, and had a condo at a snowbird complex which meant I had remarkable privacy. The complex pool was always vacant. I had the place to myself. I began going on long weekends up to Tampa where I’d get a room and shop all weekend. Panties, hose, shoes, everything. Those were the early days of the internet and I would go into yahoo adult rooms and show myself off. I began dating myself. I began shaving. Not my legs, but I kept my ass, balls, and cock, clean-shaven. Basically, as long as I wore a long pair of shorts, feriköy escort no one could tell I was a sissy. But if I went swimming, everyone would have known.

On weekends at home I spent cleaning my condo, sipping cocktails, taking an oxy or perc, smoking some weed and playing dress up. By night time I was going online and showing whoever wanted to watch. I made it so the camera never showed my face, it was totally safe and fun as hell.

I started on Craigslist. I made a profile, back then it was so easy. At first it was just for fun. I never intended to follow through. Then on my first summer in the condo, the whole complex was empty because all the snowbirds were up north, and I took a risk. I answered one of the ads.

I invited him over.

I wrote, “I’ll be at the pool. I live in a snowbird condo complex and it’s totally safe and private. If you show up, we can go to my condo after we smoke.”

I’ll never forget it. I was totally jacked. High on percs, weed and Jack, I paced, and waffled, he’d never know who’s condo it was, the place was huge, I just won’t go to the pool. No, no, I’ll go, what the hell, just go, you’re fuckered up enough. No, man, you do this and you cross a line.

Back and forth I went. I popped another pill and poured myself a triple jack and coke, rolled a joint and steeled myself. I had a pair of powder-blue Vanity Fair, full-cut panties on. I wrapped my beach towel around myself and strode confidently down to the pool, through the gate and pool house, dropped my towel and slid into the warm summer pool night.

I was 40 minutes early. I soaked and felt the night air and water. I looked at myself in my wet panties. Before I knew what was happening I heard the metal hinges on the pool gate squeak and a black man walk through the pool house.

I was stunned. I had no indication. I just let it all go and smiled. I was actually coy when he told me he liked my panties. We smoked and then, shyly I got out of the pool and wrapped myself up and we walked back to my condo.

As soon as I closed the door, I turned around, got on my knees and took out his cock for him. It was huge. Bigger than any dildo or vibe I’d ever owned. I hesitated not. I took his cock into my mouth and let instinct and years of fantasizing do the rest.

I remember my eyes watering, as if the sheer size and length of his cock was squeezing it from my eyes. I remember how proud I was to be able to take all of his gorgeous cock down my throat as if I were a seasoned pro.

He came down my throat. I remember recognizing the point of no return and the moment in time wherein I contemplated what to do, get off his cock or let him cum in my mouth. I doubled down, forced his cock down my throat and rode his bucking cock as it jerked orgasm down into my stomach. I didn’t even taste it, I’m glad I chose this route, because it was like it didn’t even happen. I let him slip out my mouth, chugged the rest of my jack and coke and it was like i didn’t even do it, like I hadn’t just made a man cum.

But I did. And I wanted more.

I did find more. Over the next few years I sucked 7 cocks. I also had 3 girlfriends, one from Japan, one old lady 20 years my senior, and one Albanian. None of them meant anything other than fulfilling some wild kink or fantasy. I didn’t have any interest in love, only making my fantasies a reality.

That’s when I moved to Europe and started that digital affair. Joan was a fellow teacher and friend. We were just friends. She was married, I was having gay and hetro sex with whoever would do it. No one knew what I was doing at my work. I never told a soul. I was totally anonymous. The gay sex I was having was with out of towners, the girlfriends I had were locals and it made it look like I was some kind of player. Joan had no idea. And I had no idea she liked me. We were good friends, hung out a lot, even collaborated on school stuff, but I never imagined.

In Europe I drove deeper into my fantasies. I bought the finest lingerie from the finest department stores. I would take the metro across town as to minimalize risk. I made a whole day of it. Wake up early, bathe, shave, smoke a joint with some coffee, dress up like a sissy and put my male clothes over top, then head out.

Karstadt was my favorite store. I absolutely adore the smells and colors of a department store ladies section. I would browse for as long as I could so as to not seem awkward, and I’d ask the sales women for help on sizing to make it seem like I was shopping for someone else. I always wondered if the women suspected me of crossdressing. But it was a thrill to imagine they knew. I was in a constant state of arousal whenever I went shopping for my sissy paraphernalia.

I became a lingerie expert. I bought only the best. I would make my purchase in the lingerie department, migrate to the makeup and perfume section, buy a tube of lipstick and some cologne, then migrate to the dress section and browse looking for the perfect outfit. beykent escort If I didn’t like anything, I had no shame, I would simply leave without a purchase and go to another store. I would look at the shoes. I love the women’s shoe department. The smell of leather and nylon is intoxicating. I never bought shoes, I had to do that online. It would have been too obvious I was shopping for myself. In hindsight, and knowing what I know now, I would have no problem shopping for shoes now.

I would go to the drug store and buy shaving cream, razors, and depilatory cream, all in the women’s section. I’d pick up candles by the dozen, all feminine scents. I bought bath oils and body lotion. I made my purchases without shame or embarrassment. I loved watching the reactions of the clerks sliding my purchases across the scanner, glancing up at me, and back down at my purchases.

Then I’d treat myself to a lunch at some fancy cafe or bistro and sit out in the sun on the sidewalk with my women’s department store shopping bags piled up on the chair next to me, like a date. I used to laugh to myself about it. It was during this period I realized what I was actually doing was having a date with myself, my alter-ego. I called it my metaphor.

During lunch I’d go through my purchases, fingering the fabric, reading the instructions on the makeup and lotion bottles. I didn’t care who saw me.

Usually by afternoon I’d be back home and I would begin my ritual. Lace the room with candles, open a bottle of bourbon, smoke a joint and by the time the sun was setting and Coltrane was playing on the speaker I would begin. Depilatory cream; everything below my neck. I was coated in fiery hot white cream and just like that my male was washed down the bathtub drain. I’d prance around sipping my ginger ale and bourbon smooth as a woman. In various reflective surfaces around my flat I’d catch glimpses that reflected back the image of a woman, not a silly man. My flat, only brightened by flickering candlelight, I’d go in the living room and prepare. I’d convert my work desk to a vanity equipped with vanity two sided mirror, makeup, makeup remover, brushes and sponges, and nail polish.

I would slip on a favorite pair of panties. I always wore Vanity Fair full-bottom briefs for this part. A nice comfortable swishy pale blue, or pink pair for the full effect. I’d paint my nails, fingers and toes, a labor of love as I sipped my drink and toked my joint. Then I’d try my hand at makeup for a while. I was terrible and never got the hang of it. I am always stunned by how much practice it takes. Every woman you see has literally spent hours and hours practicing their makeup.

Once I knew the nails were dry, I’d slip on my hose. Either thigh-highs, or sheer-to-waist, however I was feeling. Thigh highs if I wanted a girdle or garterbelt and exposed pussy and ass, or sheer to waist to give me that all-over-womanly feeling. Whatever the case, I only wore Wolford’s.

Then, depending on whether or not I wore a garter or girdle, I picked out a chemise. I had a dozen elegant chemises to choose from. I’d go to my closet and fondle the silky material, placing it in front of myself and twisting and turning in front of the full-length mirror. Then my wig and finally my shoes. I had a pair of black knee-high leather heels with a zipper up the inner calf.

I’d do this just about every weekend. Sometimes I’d do all this, except the makeup, wig and heels, and I’d put on a suit and go to the theatre or symphony. Make it a real date.

Invariably, at the end of the night, I’d be lying on my bed with my vibrator and my cam open to whomever wanted to watch. I kept my face out of it so it was totally safe. I had a fake digital person online that was impossible for anyone other than a hacker to connect back to me. I would tease the boys so viciously. They would berate and humiliate me, calling me every slanderous name you could imagine, and I just teased and teased. Only ever ejaculating after an entire evening of teasing so that only the truly devoted viewers would get the reward.

That’s what I had become when Joan wrote me that email and shared with me her erotic story.

Joan had no idea, at least that’s what I thought at the time.

Let me go back to Jacqueline. She got me started in all this. Technically, I got myself started when I was just a teenager and found my mom’s lingerie and stockings. So, ever since I was 13 years old I have loved silky panties and hosiery. I kept it in a securely locked safe that no one would ever discover. I thought it would remain that way until I met Jacqueline.

She told me something that I’ll never forget and also have come to believe through the years to be absolutely true. Everyone wonders what it would be like to be the opposite of their sex. The one caveat I’d add would be that “everyone” meaning anyone self-aware and open-minded enough about their sexuality has wondered about being a member of their opposite sex. I’ve been with women, my ex-wife for one, who have no clue about their own sexuality. They are happy being a woman and never curious about the opposite, this kind of lover has absolutely no idea how to please a member of the opposite sex. I realize that if you are curious about what it’s like to be your sexual opposite, then you are a good lover, at least open to the potential of being one.

Azrael threw her car keys down on the kitchen table, and sighed loudly as she walked to the fridge and threw it open. Camphor raised an eyebrow at her as he lowered the newspaper, tipping his glasses in the process.

Why he wore them was beyond Az, he had absolutely no need for them. And yet, that little glint off the end when he was staring down at her from between his legs…she shook the thought away, retrieving a water bottle before going and sitting at the table next to the demon. The idea was nice, but she knew Camphor had work soon, and while Azrael was normally very willing to make him late, she couldn’t work up her usual libido.

Camphor could tell something was bothering his lover, and he tilted his head as she sat next to him. He set the paper down, removing his glasses as well, and placing them in his shirt pocket. “Would you like to talk about it?”

Az shook her head. “Not particularly,” she shrugged, taking a swig from the bottle. Why she drank water was beyond Cam, she had absolutely no need for it. But then again, he knew his glasses were a bit of a strange touch.

“You usually feel better when you do,” he pointed out.

And he had a point. But Azrael figured it wasn’t worth bringing up how much she felt like changing career paths again. She went on and on about it all the time, that she wasn’t completely happy with what she was doing now but felt like it was too late to turn away or turn back. She knew Camphor couldn’t help anyway, he’d contented himself with working for the bosses downstair, rather than deal with the tedious hustle and bustle of living like a human. But Azrael liked to be normal every few decades, it was fun. And she was ever so good at it.

And despite that, she didn’t feel much like going to school anymore. No, now she wanted to be artist. She was good at it too, about as good as she was at school, but pursuing it felt like a dead dream.

Camphor watched the angel turn over all of this in her head, feeling helpless to aid her. He could read her thoughts if he really wanted to, but knew it was a clear invasion of privacy, and preferred her speaking to him verbally than him invading her mind. So, he waited for her to collect her thoughts, and eventually, once she had, he watched her sigh and shrug once more.

“Same thoughts as always, I’m tired.”

“You’re doing rather kağıthane escort remedial human work.”

She shot him a glare.

“Sorry, sorry. I know. It’s not remedial to you, it’s a hobby.”

She groaned.

“Not a hobby, a lifestyle.”

“Close enough,” she mumbled. But he wasn’t wrong this time either. She was immortal after all, her devotion to human studies could definitely be described as a hobby. Az sighed again, took another swig of water, and then put her forehead down on the table. “Maybe I’m just sick of living as a human, I don’t know. I don’t feel sick of it, I love learning and making friends. Maybe I just need a break?”

As Az spoke, Camphor slowly got up and walked over until he was standing behind her. He gently reached down, and then pulled her gently by her shoulders until she was sitting up straight. Then he was rubbing his fingers gingerly into the flesh there, working at the knots that had inevitably built up. “You think too much,” he remarked with a low chuckle, being a little rougher about the massage. But she could handle it. In fact, Camphor knew just how much the little angel could truly handle.

The thought went straight to his groin, and he suddenly had an idea.

“Maybe you think too little,” she teased, keeping her back straight as she leaned into his touch. The massage was much needed after all the self-doubt that had been plaguing her as of late, and while she didn’t expect it to last much longer, she was still grateful that the demon remembered little touches of kindness so often. Sometimes Azrael forgot he was a demon.

When she suddenly felt his lips on her neck, she suddenly remembered.

Azrael grinned a bit at the warmth of his mouth, but she wasn’t about to complain. If he had something a little more involved than the massage in mind, the angel wasn’t going to stop him.

She felt his fingertips slip from over her shirt to under it, stretching the collar just a bit so that he was gripping mostly flesh. His touch was warm, warmer than any human hand, and it bit pleasantly into her shoulders and throughout her body like warming oil. She sighed, and then tensed just slightly when she felt one of Cam’s hands reach down to the top of her breast. He paused there for a moment, and when she leaned into his touch, güngören escort he reached farther down, cupping her entire breast in his hand.

Camphor could feel Azrael’s breath catch a bit, and he grinned wider. The beast that resided in his heart loved being able to please her like this. He knew it fed into his true nature, but she wasn’t human after all. She could handle his sting.

One hand on her breast, he slipped the fingers under the lacy fabric of her bra and squeezed her nipple sharply. When her breath caught again, he stopped massaging her shoulder with his left hand, right hand still squeezing the soft nipple, and started to trace his hand down her shoulder blade. “Show me,” he growled lightly.

Azrael shivered but nodded. In a little flourish of black feathers, two huge wings appeared on either side of her. It was rare for angels to show off their wings, especially to a demon of all creatures, but Az trusted this particular demon. And she also trusted that he knew exactly what spots to touch.

He squeezed her nipple again, causing her to let out a soft moan this time, and then he began rubbing along the edge of her wings, his fingers gently raking through the feathers that covered the area. The two sensations made a louder moan fall from the angel’s lips, and she gripped the chair she was sitting in tightly to keep steady.

“Touch yourself,” the demon commanded, knowing his eyes had slated to all-black as his voice filled with hellish lust.

The fact that she listened nearly without hesitation made Camphor harder than he thought possible. But he was content to please her this time. After all, she needed the stress relief, and he had work to attend to in hell. He watched through his black eyes as her right hand reached between her legs, rubbing lightly before undoing her pants, and pushing them down. Then she reached into her lacy white panties and began moving her hand to the same rhythm Camphor was squeezing her nipple and rubbing her wings.

She let out a louder moan as all three sensations collided in the pit of her stomach. Cam began to move faster, and so did Azrael, until she began to feel her orgasm build. The angel tensed then, letting out several sharp moans as she came, back arched and wings flared out in pleasure.

After a few moments, güneşli escort she relaxed, sinking into the chair. Az was about to say something, but the demon was suddenly in front of her, hands on either side of the chair. The angel felt a shiver of anticipation roll down her spine when she looked into his black eyes, and then he was kissing her deeply. Azrael wrapped her arms around him, but the kiss was cut short as the demon moved to grab the angel’s thighs and pull her to him. She giggled a bit, then moaned when she felt his lips clasp onto her nipple.             

After a few seconds of teasing, Cam trailed his lips languidly down the angel’s body, and then all the way down between her legs. He grinned at he touched her wet panties and pressed his fingers against her, causing Az to moan lightly again. “Take these off.”

She did as she was told, quickly slipping off her panties.

In one swift movement, Cam’s tongue was pressed against her, causing the angel to cry out in pleasure as she gripped the chair. He grinned against her wetness and moved the tip of his tongue in little circles across her. She was already shivering, and as he kissed and licked and began sucking on her clit, he reached under his chin, and easily slipped two fingers into her.

“Fuck!” she cried, pushing into him as he slowly began to pump his fingers. She moaned again, reaching one hand up to grip onto his hair as she felt another orgasm about to overtake her. “Fuck, fuck, fuck—” she cut herself off and rolled her head back as a loud moan fell from her chest. Her legs tightened around his head as her orgasm him her, her legs shaking, her chest heaving.

Camphor held on for the ride, grinning wickedly as the angel came right into his mouth. He moaned too, rock hard and lustful, but satisfied in the angel’s pleasure. He leaned up after allowing her a few moments to breathe and kissed her full on the lips.

Azrael sighed contentedly into the kiss, and then the demon was pulling away, grin wide, eyes back to the normal blue she was so fond on. He looked so wicked with the expression his face held though, a little darker than what any human could conjure. And she smiled all the same before looking at the clock on the wall. “You’re going to be late.”

“Fuck,” Camphor hissed, then laughed, suddenly running around collecting his things before he was almost out the door. But then he turned, as if remembering something, and was surprised to find the angel up and by the doorway waiting expectantly. “Right,” he smiled, kissing her again.

“Don’t forget a mint!” she yelled as he ran out, and then she was laughing, decidedly better than she’d been about twenty minutes prior.

On the way home from the restaurant, we kept teasing each other. You kept to your story that I should be punished for the whole thing at the restaurant.

“How can I make it up to you,” I asked as I rubbed my finger up from your knee to right below your cock.

“How badly do you want me to forgive you?” I was thinking to myself, he has to be kidding, I didn’t see him object when he was coming.

“I don’t want you to forgive me, didn’t know it was such a pain for you to come,” I snapped back. Good thing we were waiting at a light, because you leaned over and grabbed my head and brought it to you. You kissed me until the light turned green again. I figured since I was over there and you already think I am a bad girl and we have a little bit before we get back to your place might as well enjoy the sites. I unbuttoned your pants and pulled the zipper down. You kind of re-situated yourself so I could have better access. I reached in your pants and pulled out your cock. I leaned down and kissed the head of it. As I looked up at you to get your reaction my hand started slowly stroking your cock. I saw the little smirk on your face so I went back to enjoying myself. I started kissing down the backside of your shaft, all the way to the base. Then I slowly dragged my tongue back up to the tip of it. Just as I knew you were getting impatient with me I took your whole cock in my mouth and starting work up and down on it. Slowly at first, but then started working a little faster, sucking a little harder with each stroke. You pulled into your apartment complex, but I wasn’t finished yet, so we weren’t about to move anywhere. I kept working faster and harder on your cock. After a few more minutes you came deep into my throat.

I couldn’t sleep, so I slipped on one çapa escort of your t-shirts and headed to the kitchen to get a drink. As I was leaning over to reach for a bottle of water on the lower shelf I felt your hand squeeze my ass cheek.

“I thought we agreed no clothing when we are together,” you asked.

“I was a little chilly when I got up, plus I didn’t think you would mind.” You took the bottle water from my hand and placed it on the counter.

“Well you broke our rule now you must pay.” I wasn’t too sure if you were serious or if you were kidding. You told me to head to the couch, so I obeyed. As we got there you pushed me down on the couch and grabbed my legs and forced them apart, after lining yourself up you slammed your cock deep into my pussy. Pushing harder and harder the more into it we got. When you started I was afraid but then at one point I looked up at you and you caught my glance and gave me a wink and a little smirk. I knew instantly you were just playing a bad boy role. So I played a long. I placed my hands on your chest and gently tried to get you off of me, knowing it wouldn’t work. I tried to scoot away from you and you just followed, making sure your cock never left my pussy.

“Stop trying to get away, you know you love it, you know you’re a slut, so just enjoy it,” you said. I tried so hard not to laugh and not enjoy how awesome your cock felt in my tight pussy.

“Fuck you, I would never be your cum slut,” I replied just as I really did push you off of me onto the floor. I walked quickly away heading down the hallway to the bathroom. You caught up with me and forced me against the wall, squishing my breast between the wall and me, it slightly hurt so I yelped. You fındıkzade escort let up slightly just as you rammed your cock back into my pussy. You brought your arm around to massage my breast as you pound me harder and harder.

“Thanks,” I whispered.

“I didn’t do it to help you, you slut, I did it because I love those perky ass tits of yours,” you snapped backed. After a few more minutes of you pounding my pussy so hard my knees became week, I shoved you backwards forcing you against the wall.

“I want to be your fucking cum slut,” I said as I got on my knees taking your cock into my mouth and starting sucking on it. I reached up and massaged your balls as I worked up and down on your cock. Sucking harder and harder with each stroke of my mouth. Since we had been fucking for a bit, you came shortly after I started. You watched as I swallowed ever drop and then kept sucking to get you hard again. You raised me up off my knees and as you carried me back to the living room we kissed me deeply.

“Since you don’t seem tired, let’s watch TV,” you said as you put me down on the couch. I stood up and pushed you down on the couch and suggested you lie on your side and slide to the back. You knew what I have wanted to do with you for a while so you gladly took up my suggestion and slid backwards. I raised the shirt over my head and dropped it to the floor

“Do you like how your cum slut looks with out the shirt on?” You didn’t say a word, just raised your one hand to my pussy and rubbed it on my clit.

“I like what you look like no matter what your in you slut.” I lay down on the couch in front of you and pushed my ass against your cock.

“Are you sure about this?” you asked. I nodded topkapı escort as I pushed against you some more. I felt your hand separate my ass cheeks and slowly begin to slide in. I pulled away for a bit, and you just stopped. You let me get use to having your cock in my ass, you knew how long it has been since the last time I had a cock in there so you were just being patient, you didn’t want to hurt me. After a few minutes, I pushed against your cock, and you took the queue and pushed all the way into my ass. I turned my head back towards you and we kissed. We just kept kissing as your cock sat in my ass for a little bit. Neither one of us moved so we could completely enjoy our kiss. Once we stopped kissing you slowly started to pump in and out of my ass, slowly withdrawing your cock almost to point of being completely out of me, then you slowly slid all the way back in. you kept this up while I flipped through the channels to find something to watch. I found some movie that both of us agreed on. You stopped fucking my ass but left your cock in me, knowing that is what I wanted.

We sat and watched the movie for a few minutes, but I couldn’t take it anymore, I started to ride your cock, but as soon as I started you grabbed me and pulled me close to you and reminded me that we were just suppose to sit here. I regained my composure and remained still for a few more minutes. I couldn’t take it anymore. I turned my head back and began to kiss you. After a few seconds of kissing I started to ride you again. This time you didn’t stop me you just started pushing towards me. You grabbed my hips and held me still as you started to pound harder and faster into my ass. I kept yelling for you to fuck me harder. We started kissing again as you slid one of your hands down to my clit and started rubbing it. After a few minutes I started coming. Just as I finished coming, you pulled my hips closer to you as you started coming deep in my ass. You left your cock in my ass till it went completely limp. Then we kissed one last time before I got up and told you I was going to go take a shower to clean up.

It was already approaching midnight and I was still wide awake and couldn’t sleep. My husband and I already had mind-blowing sex earlier, in fact he’s already fast asleep, but somehow, I couldn’t doze off. I thought that after 2 intense orgasms, I would be sleeping like a baby, but I guess I was wrong. So, I decided to go through some Harvard Business Review articles with the intent of learning something new, and more importantly trying to bore myself to sleep. As I went through an article on automation and artificial intelligence, I got a surprise message on social media from an old friend of mine, Derrick.

I knew Derrick from around 20 years back when we worked for the same company. We both worked under the finance organization, and we developed a close professional and personal relationship. I always enjoyed his company, since he was a consummate professional, and he carries around a mysterious aura that always intrigued me. He left the company after around 5 years, and during his sendoff party, I ended up having a one-night stand with him. I was fresh from a break-up that time and he kept me company almost daily while I mourned from the failed relationship, which eventually led to that passionate evening of amazing sex after his party.

We kept in touch even after he migrated to another country, but it has been a few years since I last heard from him, so getting a message from him late in the evening was a surprise. I decided to engage him in a conversation since I couldn’t sleep anyway, and after a quick check on how each of us were doing, he told me that he just flew in a couple of hours ago and will be flying to his hometown the day after tomorrow to visit his folks. He asked me if there was any chance we could meet tomorrow to catch up, and that’s when I learned that he was staying at the hotel just across my office building. I must admit I was excited to see him after a long time, so we agreed to meet for breakfast and catch up. He gave me his mobile number and requested me to call him in the morning to make sure he doesn’t oversleep and be late for our meet up.

The following morning, I went through my morning routine of preparing the kids’ stuff for school before fixing myself for work. Since it was a Friday, it was date night with my husband, and it has been our custom that he chooses what I wear on date nights. I allow him to choose my wardrobe for me as long as he keeps it business appropriate since it was still a workday. Today, he picked a black dress that hugged my body nicely (but still appropriate for work) and with a hem line that rested a few inches above my knees. He also picked a pair of black, lace bra and thongs to go with my dress, and he capped it off with my 4-inch stiletto. I honestly loved his picks because they not only make me look and feel beautiful, but it also tells me that he plans to fuck me good again after our date.

My husband dropped me off at my office earlier than usual as traffic was relatively lighter than normal. I decided to check my email first, then at around 7:45 AM, I decided to call Derrick as we planned to meet at 8. He did not pick up my call, so I got the feeling that he was still sleeping. I tried to call a few more times but all went unanswered, so I assumed we will not push through with the plans and instead I started working.

At around 8:05 AM, my phone started ringing and it was Derrick. He apologized a lot of times as he just woke up and is late for our meet up. He asked if I could meet him in 30 min as he needs to shower and dress up, but it won’t be possible as I had a 9 AM meeting and 25 minutes would be cutting it too close. He sounded disappointed, and I felt the same as I was looking forward to seeing him, so I suggested that I just pick up coffee from Starbucks and maybe bring it to his room. He was delighted with my suggestion but asked me a couple of times if it was okay for me to do that. I said I didn’t mind at all, so he gave me his room number and I went across the street to grab us both a cup of coffee. Little did I know that my small gesture of kindness would lead to a day full of hot sex with Derrick.

I got to Derrick’s room at around 8:15 AM, luckily Starbucks wasn’t so busy yet when I fetched our coffee. He grabbed the coffee from me and placed it on the desk, then he started staring at me with the same glow as he did the last time we saw each other, then he gave me a nice hug. I hugged him back as I was really happy to see him, then he once again looked at me and said that I still looked very pretty and that I aged gracefully. I knew I blushed a bit as my face felt a bit warm, then before I could thank him for the compliment, Derrick lunged forward and kissed me on the lips. I got surprised and froze a bit, then he held my face gently and kissed me once more.

“Hmmm, aren’t we supposed to have coffee? I need to leave in like 35 minutes.” I said, rather awkwardly.

“Do you recall the last time we were in a room together?” He asked, completely ignoring my statement about us having coffee.

“Oh, come on! That was more mecidiyeköy escort than a decade ago! We were young and…. stupid.”

“That was one hell of a night! Do you agree?”

“Hmmm, yeah, it was great that time!”

“Yeah, we had amazing sex that night!”

I remained silent, probably flushed as I was both embarrassed and giddy with the memories of that evening. As I froze in front of Derrick, he pulled me close to him until my body pressed against his, then he started kissing me again. This time, I started kissing him back, and when I did, I felt his hand start to feel my tits and my ass.

“Derrick, I can’t! I need to go back to the office soon.” I said in between breaths.

“It’s still early, we have time.” He responded as he pulled my dress up and cupped my thong-covered ass.

He then turned me around and bent me over the desk, then he started sliding the straps of my dress down my shoulders to expose my lace bra. He unclasped my bra rather easily then he started fondling and teasing my stiff nipples. After fondling my tits for a while, he pulled my thongs down my legs and completely took them off. He then slid his finger between my thighs and felt how wet my pussy was already.

“Oooh, just as wet as the last time!” he said as I heard him unzip the fly of his shorts. He gave my pussy a few more rubs, then I felt his cock slide inside my cunt very slowly, making me gasp for air and moan in pleasure.

“Oh my God! Your pussy still feels as good as before!” he whispered to my ear as he slowly slid in and out of me. He then wrapped one arm around my tits to cup them, while his other hand gently turned my face so he could kiss me as he fucked me from behind. I was moaning with every thrust he did while he kept on telling me how good my pussy felt around his cock. Although I was enjoying the feeling of his cock fucking me, I was so conscious of the time as I cannot afford to be late for my 9 AM meeting, so I kept telling him that I had to go back soon in between my moans.

I saw Derrick glance at his watch before telling me that he still had 10 minutes with me. He moved his hands from my tits and face to my hips, then he started to increase the pace of his thrusts. My moans started getting louder as he fucked me harder, and the memories of the night we last had sex started flashing back in my head. My mind drifted away from the moment until I heard Derrick grunting and asking me if he could cum inside my pussy. Before I can say yes, I felt a warm gush of jizz coat the wall of my pussy, and I cooed like a baby with the sensation it brought to my loins. He kept his cock inside me for a few more seconds, before slowly pulling it out of my cunt.

The clock by the TV now read 8:52 AM so I kind of panicked and hurriedly put my bra on and pulled my dress down to cover my ass and pussy. I knew I didn’t have time to clean up so I scrambled to look for my thongs in the pile of sheets on the bed so I can put them back on when I get the chance to clean up at the office.

“Looking for this?” Derrick asked as he dangled my thong in front of me.

“Yeah! Give it to me. I need to go now!” I said rather frantically.

“Nah! Maybe you can just claim it later during your lunch break?”

“Stop fooling around, Derrick! I need to run!”

“Go! I’m not stopping you! I’ll see you later then!” He said with a naughty grin on his face.

I was left with no choice but to ride along with his silly plan, so I walked hurriedly back to the office with his cum dripping down my inner thighs. I got to my desk just in time for my meeting, which means that I had to endure having Derrick’s gooey cum in my pussy and thighs until this 2-hour meeting ends. I did my best to concentrate on the presentation, and I think I did well as I was able to get the praises of my management. The meeting leader called for a 10-minute break about an hour into the meeting, and I grabbed this chance to go to the ladies’ room and wash off Derrick’s cum from my pussy and thighs. As I cleaned myself up, I couldn’t help but be amazed at how much cum he left inside me, but I had to shake of the thought as I had to go back to the meeting room already.

I was more relaxed for the second half of my meeting since I no longer have to worry about cum dripping out of my pussy, but also since I was done with my presentation already. As I did my best to focus on the meeting, I couldn’t help but get distracted a couple of times as Derrick was sending me messages on my phone to ask what time I would come over for lunch and what time I had to be back in the office. I told him that the earliest I can go is 11:30 AM but had to leave at 12:45 PM as I had another set of marathon meetings in the afternoon that start at 1 PM. He said that he was looking forward to seeing me, and that we can have 15 minutes for lunch, and 1 hour for sex. I just ignored his message, but deep inside I felt horny, and my pussy started to get moist at the thought of shagging during my lunch break.

I finished etiler escort my work a bit earlier than expected and I found myself excited and looking forward to going back to Derrick’s hotel room. When I got there, I saw that he had ordered sandwiches for lunch, and I teased him by saying that he ordered those instead of full meals since he really wanted a quick lunch. He told me that he wanted to have sex more than to eat lunch but was being considerate as I might be hungry already. I gave him a friendly slap on his arm before taking my seat to have lunch with Derrick. True to his plan, we were done eating in less than 15 minutes, and as soon as I finished chewing my last bite, he asked me to hop into his bed so we can “start the fun part.” I took of my heels off and sat on his bed, while he cleaned the desk and disposed our food wrappers.

“I suggest you take your dress off also. You don’t want it getting wrinkled, don’t you?” he suggested.

“Why, I’m just here to claim my thong. No need to undress for that.” I said, playing a bit hard to get.

“Hmmm, you will have to earn It back. So, it’s your choice, either you undress now, or risk going back to work with a wrinkled dress. I don’t mind fucking you with your dress on!” he responded as he stripped down to his boxers.

The dominant tone he had sent my cunt gushing almost instantly. I stood up and took my dress off, and as I handed it to him so he could hang it, he asked me to take my bra off as well. I tossed my bra on the desk, and I lay on the bed stark naked as he hung my dress on the closet. When he joined me on the bed, he immediately went on top of me and started kissing me passionately. He kissed me on the lips, darting his tongue in and out of my mouth which I reciprocated by meeting his tongue with mine. He then moved to kiss my earlobes, and as he kissed me there, he started whispering that he had always fantasized about sleeping with me again after our one-night stand, and that he envies my husband for being able to make love to me as much as he wants.

I was just moaning and breathing heavily as Derrick kissed and whispered things to my ear. He then started to slide down until he reached my stiff nipples. He started gently sucking and nibbling on my nipples, and as he did, he continued telling me that he would give everything to be able to suck on my tits every day. He cupped and fondled my tits while he sucked and licked my nipples, and this made my breathing even heavier as the pleasure started to mount. After spending a good amount of time on my nipples, he slid down to lick my belly button, then he went further down until his tongue landed on my swollen clitoris.

Derrick continued pinching and tweaking my nipples while his tongue played with my cunt and clit. He would lick me from my ass up to my clit, then he would stop there to suck on it, then would lick me back down up to my ass crack. He repeatedly did this until my body started to shiver, and my back started arching involuntarily. After a couple more licks to my pussy, I started to convulse uncontrollably as I exploded into a powerful orgasm. I was panting and gasping for air as he continued to lick me while my body shook and spasmed, and in between moans and pants, I was able to ask him to put his cock inside my pussy.

Derrick stood up and pulled his boxers down to let loose his hard cock. I was anticipating him to penetrate me already, but instead he lay flat on his back and asked me to suck his cock. As I took my place between his legs, he mentioned that he would like to feel how good I suck cock as he never had the chance to get a blowjob from me before. That’s when I recall that we were so horny that night that we skipped foreplay, so I told myself that I would give him a blowjob he will never forget.

I started by licking him from the base of his scrotum, lightly teasing his asshole with light rimming, then I slowly licked and gently sucked his balls. I then started licking the length of his rod slowly, before wrapping my lips tightly around the head of his cock, then slowly going down on it as deep as I could. When I got his entire cock inside my mouth, I flicked my tongue against his balls which immediately made him grunt in pleasure. I then shifted from doing a corkscrew and rubbing motion with my tongue to pleasure his cock, ang he was squirming and grunting in ecstasy. As I bobbed my head up and down his shaft, he kept telling me that this was the best head he has ever had. I kept sucking on his cock until he was the one who told me to stop and asked me to ride his cock.

I slowly crawled up on top of Derrick, but before I put his cock inside my pussy, I teased him first by dangling my small tits in front of his face which he immediately started to suck on. As he tugged on my stiff nipples with his lips, I gently stroked his cock and guided it towards my moist cunt, then I gradually lowered myself down his cock until he was balls-deep inside of me. He then grabbed me by my nape and pushed my head down so ortaköy escort he could once again kiss me passionately. With his cock buried inside my cunt, and his tongue darting in and out of my mouth, I felt his hands pull my ass cheeks apart and then he had a finger poking gently on my asshole. After a while, he stopped kissing me then he whispered to my ear “Go ride that cock like you own it!”

I started gyrating slowly on top of Derrick, making sure I rub and stimulate my clit against his crotch as I fucked him. I kept a slow, steady pace, keeping my moans in good rhythm with my hip motion which I knew turned him on given the way he was grunting as he watched me work on his cock. He then placed his hands on my tits and gently fondled them before lightly pinching my nipples. I was so horny, and I wanted to show off my bedroom skills to him, so I put my arms behind my head, giving him full access to grope my body, then I increased the pace of my thrust. As I fucked him harder, my moans became louder and I started gasping for air. I then felt another wave of orgasm brewing, so I continued my pace until I started convulsing and collapsed on top of him as I succumbed to another orgasm. He hugged me tight as I lay on top of him panting, while he moaned and grunted in pleasure as my pussy spasmed against his cock.

As I lay motionless on top of him, he asked me how I would like him to fuck me. I told him that I want him to fuck me hard, doggy style. He wasted no time and rolled over to kneel on the bed, then he grabbed me by my hips and bent me over on all fours in front of him. He once again spread my ass cheeks, exposing my soaked cunt and asshole, then in one swift motion, he shoved his dick inside me, making me scream in pleasure. He then grabbed me by my hips and began pounding my pussy as if there was no tomorrow. I was literally screaming as he pummeled my pussy with his cock, and even though there were time that his thrusts hurt a bit, they were quickly overshadowed by the pleasure he was giving me.

Derrick had his way with me as he fucked me hard from behind. At one point he reached over and started groping my tits while be banged me which I really loved. There was a point also that he stuck a finger down my asshole, and though I am not an ass-virgin, the fact that his only lube was his saliva, it stung me a bit. I was finding ways to contain the sensation between my legs that I was literally burying my face on the bed and grabbing the sheets tightly to try and suppress my screams of pleasure, but I was not able to hold it long as I started screaming as I exploded into another orgasm. I asked Derrick to stop fucking me as I was going insane with the combination of the orgasm and the sensation of his cock rubbing against the walls of my pussy. Fortunately for me, he listened and gave me a breather and stopped thrusting, but he kept his cock inside me to once again enjoy the sensation of my pussy pulsating against his dick,

As my body started to relax and I caught my breath, Derrick turned me over and lay me flat on my back. He then penetrated me once more, then he lay on top of me and started kissing. He told me that this time he would not fuck me, but instead would make love to me. After he said those words, he started humping me in a nice, slow pace, but going deep with each thrust, then he started kissing me on the lips, ears and on my neck. I was still moaning with his every thrust, but this indeed felt better than earlier. To be fair to him, I was the one who asked him to fuck me hard and fuck me hard he did!

“God! Your pussy’s so tight! Are you loving this?” he asked.

“Uh-huh!”

“Tell me you love it.”

“I love it!”

“You love what?”

“I love what you’re doing to me.”

“What am I doing to you?”

“You’re fucking me.”

“No, I’m making love to you. Say it.”

“I love how you’re making love to me!”

“Good! If I didn’t leave, would you have made love to me again after that night?”

“Maybe.”

“Okay. But would you make love to me again after this?”

“Yes, but I need to go back to the office.”

“Well, I guess I’ll keep your thong longer and ask you to get it after work.”

I wanted to say no as I had a date with my husband after work, but he started kissing me before I could talk so I couldn’t answer. He then started to thrust harder as I felt his body tense up on top of me. After a few more thrusts, he spewed his sperm inside of my pussy again, just like this morning. He continued kissing me as he squeezed his cum inside me to the last drop. When he was done, I looked at me straight in the eye and told me how beautiful I was, and that he is excited for our third round later after work. He then helped me up to my feet and guided me to the bathroom so I could clean up before going back to work.

As I put my bra and dress back on, I tried asking him for my thongs as I am not sure I would have time to come back after work as I was meeting my husband at 6 PM. He told me that I either have to do something about it, or I would have to explain to my husband where I lost my thongs. Deep inside I knew I wanted another round so I gave him a kiss and told him to wait for my message, then I went out of his room and made my way back to my office. As I walked back, I was already trying to plan how I can move my meetings around so I can fuck Derrick again before my husband fetches me.