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The following is a true account of my time subletting a room from a very nice couple. It does have a slow build-up and may not really be suitable for a quick one-handed read, so to speak.

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After six years in the Marine Corps I was out and very exited about being a free man again, and home, instead of in the sweltering heat of Baghdad. After the relentless pace of life as a grunt, I found civilian life a welcome change. I had managed to complete my first two years of college during my time in the Marines, so I would only be here for my last two before moving on to graduate school. My financial obligations were light, as my G.I. Bill paid for my tuition, but I opted to try and sublet a room to live more frugally and avoid dipping into my savings. Also, after living in such close quarters with so many good friends for so long, living alone in an apartment seemed too foreign.

During my first week in town, I stayed with a Corps buddy and kept a close watch on the postings for rooms, finally finding one that seemed promising. It advertised a room for rent with a young married couple with a three-year-old child and warned that ‘freaks, layabouts, party boys, smokers, druggies and lunatics’ need not apply. Sounded like just my type of people, so I called them and scheduled a meeting for the next day.

I arrived at their home at just a bit after eleven in the morning and saw that it was an older, Victorian styled home common to the area and constructed in the earlier part of the twentieth century. Though a bit dilapidated and not in the best neighborhood, I thought that it certainly had character. Parking my Jeep on the curb, I walked through the gate and into the nicely maintained yard. I noticed the smell of orange blossoms in the hot summer air and could see a few children’s toys on the large porch.

Hoping that this would pan out, I put on my most friendly expression and rang the bell. I had felt no need to dress to impress and other than my uniform I owned no dress clothing of any kind. As a result, I was in my most comfortable khaki shorts, a black Marine Corps t-shirt bearing the logo of my old unit and my favorite pair of Japanese ‘zori’ flip-flops. My black hair at the time was no longer quite “high and tight”, but still marked me as military. Standing on the porch, I could feel a few beads of sweat from the hot, dry California air running down the back of my shirt and wondered absently if I should get more sunscreen. I’ve got the swarthy skin that’s common to Sicilians, but thanks to the blazing sun of Iraq, I was still quite tan.

When the door opened up, I was pleased to see a friendly looking man who appeared a few years older than myself. He was also a bit taller and heavier, though by no means overweight. He looked quite strong, actually. His brown hair was much longer than my own and the style, when combined with his clothes, gave him sort of a ‘hepcat’ look. We shook hands and he introduced himself as Brian, the man I had spoken to on the telephone. Though he was several years out of uniform, I could immediately peg him as a military man, and he confirmed this when we shook hands and I saw the Marine Corps tattoo on his right forearm that matched my own. I immediately approved. Most people get tattoos to be unique, but Marines get them to be the same. He asked if I was prior Corps and I explained with a grin that I had been recently reintroduced into the wild, so to speak.

The living room was large and decorated in an eclectic blend of Georgian and Mexican furniture. There was a panel of Mexican masks that I recognized from Dia De Los Muertos arranged on the wall over the fireplace, and a small Catholic altar on a table with three spindly legs in the corner held a red novena candle burning next to a statue of the Virgin Mary. There was a decided Latin American flair to the house, and I wondered if his wife was from South of the border.

The centerpiece of the room, however, was a large wooden coffee table that sat low in front of an old divan styled sofa that proved to be far more comfortable than it looked. We sat down on it and while we waited for his wife, Hannah, to put their son down for his nap we made small talk about the units we served with and discovered that we were both stationed at Twenty-nine Palms with ‘the fleet’. He explained that he worked as a fireman and had a rotating schedule of two 24-hour days per week and that he would be doing a lot of overtime during fire season. He also informed me that he and Hannah had been married almost six years and had a three-year-old son. Brian was at the time thirty-three and Hannah had just turned twenty-nine, not too much older than I was. The one concern that Brian did express was that a young boy might bother me, and I assured him (quite truthfully) that he would not. Brian and I got on well and I felt fairly confident that I would get the room at this point.

Hannah joined us in the living room wearing a flowery, loose skirt and a escort başakşehir sleeveless peasant blouse. Brian introduced us and I looked her over. I found her to be attractive, but not beautiful. A definite girl next door who was on the more attractive side of plain. She had very thick chestnut hair pulled into pigtails and then braided. I thought it made her look rather like a German milkmaid, but it was cute nonetheless. Her eyes were a very nice shade of hazel, and her expression was open and friendly. We exchanged pleasantries and she and Brian led me to the room that was to be mine, should I decide to take it. As she led the way I saw that her body was curvy and lush, with a decidedly hourglass shape to it and her legs looked strong and toned.

The room was kind of bijou, but since I owned almost nothing, I didn’t really need a lot of space. It had two small closets that would hold all of my clothes, but the big selling point was a small room that connected to it making the rough shape of an ‘L’ and giving me two rooms for the price of one. Although the second room was small, it looked as though it would fit my futon and leave enough space to walk in and move around to make my bed. It was about the size of our ‘hurricane closet’ in my family’s home in Charleston, South Carolina, but it would do nicely for anad hocbedroom.

Brian informed me that the room was three hundred a month, which seemed more than fair, since I would pay no utilities and have full kitchen access, though I would have to share a bathroom. They made a formal offer for the room, and I accepted by shaking hands with Brian and writing him a check for the first and last month’s rent. He gave me my key and said that I could move in the following day after they gave it a good cleaning, though it looked fine to me as it was.

I arrived bright and early the next morning to unpack my things and get settled, which took about three hours. While I was in the process of doing so, Hannah knocked on the door and peeked in, holding up a beer for me.

“Do you need any help?” she asked with a smile.

I shook my head, but gladly accepted the beer. The house was old and had no air conditioning, and was actually uncomfortably hot.

“Not especially, but you’re welcome to stay and chat if you like.” She accepted and sat down on the captain’s chair that I kept for my computer in the larger of the two rooms. She looked over the room, which was Spartan to say the least, and eyed the shadow box full of my Marine Corps memorabilia and then spoke, her voice clear and pleasant.

“So how long were you in the Marines?”

“Six years,” I responded as I sat down on the floor to take a break from unpacking. I took a sip of the cold beer and it was a welcome bit of relief from the heat. She gave me a look that prompted me to continue talking about myself, so I elaborated.

“I enlisted when I was eighteen because I thought it would make a man out of me and give me some discipline and direction.” It felt like a pretty standard, unimaginative answer, but it was true.

“And then you went to war?” She asked, but gave no hint with her tone of voice whether or not she approved of it.

I nodded in response, but said nothing because I didn’t want to discuss my experiences there. Although I returned home somewhat edgy, I wasn’t traumatized, like my father was when he returned home from his own war. After finishing the beer she brought for me, I resumed unpacking and she lent a hand, hanging up my clothes for me and talking about her own life. She was a graduate student in Spanish at the same University that I attended, and had a passion for all things Mexican. She had a particular fascination with the Oaxaca region that I didn’t understand, as I couldn’t tell one region from another and spoke very little Spanish. I would be taking a course this term, though, and told her as much.

While I listened to her, I got the distinct impression that we were really very different people and I began to wonder if we could talk about anything of substance without arguing. She was something of a hippy-dippy and certainly a staunch liberal, while I considered myself a conservative. She informed me that when she was younger she had lived in a hippy commune and that her name there was “Moon-Dove”. Indeed.

Over the next few weeks, she and I seemed to develop a tacit understanding that we would talk of nothing political that would incite an argument, since neither of us would sway an inch concerning beliefs, which usually were diametrically opposed. Brian, when he was home, was a wonderful roommate, who shared my affinity for running, Guinness Stout, working out and video games. We got along well and seldom talked of the Corps, except when we had an anecdote that was too funny not to share. We did, however, compare the spots we’d visited that had the best whores and bar-girls in the Pacific. He favored Okinawa, while istanbul escort bayanları I was a fan of the Philippines. We even set up a pretty nice gym by combining our weight sets in the back yard. We’d work out there whenever we were both home and Hannah would often watch us through the window.

If Brian happened to be home on the weekend, the three of us would go out and hit the various bars and clubs in the area, particularly the ones with “80’s Night” or similar themes. We began to become very friendly, and I was happy to have someone to go out with. During our trips to the bars, I never brought anyone home with me and decided to keep the sanctity of our triumvirate intact. It wasn’t that I lacked the opportunity; I just felt that it would be tacky to take a woman to their home.

A little over two months after moving in, Brian was doing two days on consecutively and their son was with his grandparents, Hannah and I were alone in the house. Not once did I consider that this might present a problem. She never acted in any way improper or otherwise gave the impression that she had any interest in adultery, which was fine by me. I got back from class and was finishing my workout when she walked outside and asked if I had plans that night. I replied that I didn’t, and she asked if I’d like to go out for a beer because Brian and their son were gone. We made plans to leave that evening and she went to do whatever it is women do when no one else is around and I returned to my studies, as I had a bitch of a Spanish test the following day.

That evening at around nine, she knocked on my door and asked if I was ready to leave, so I shut my books, pulled on my cowboy boots, tossed on a ‘nice’ shirt and went out to meet her. She looked really nice, and it rather threw me for a minute. She normally went out looking nice, usually in some kind of 40’s or 50’s retro dress, but this particular night she had on a little black dress that looked to be painted on. It emphasized her heavy bust line and narrow waist. I could also just see a faint line under her dress where she must have been wearing garters, which I love. Her hair was pulled up into ringlets and she had on a black lace choker that made her look twenty degrees hotter.

I must have had a stupefied look on my face, because she looked self-conscious and turned slightly away from me.

“Why are you looking at me like that, is it the dress? It’s new.” She asked, wincing as if I was going to say something terrible to her.

I got myself under control and smiled as reassuringly as I could. Sothat’s where she’d been while I was studying.

“You look fucking hot. There’s nothing wrong with you.”

She smiled brightly, flashing me with her very straight teeth and I found myself wondering what kind of panties she was wearing. We left then and went to our usual pub for beers. When we got there, we sat in our regular booth and each ordered our normal drinks: red wine for her and a Guinness for me. During the two hours we were there, she might have been sitting just a little closer than normal and making more eye contact than normal, but then again it was loud in there and we had to sit close to hear one another.

After we had each finished a few drinks, she suggested that we go to a dance club that she had heard about and wanted to try. I have never been a good dancer and always feel like Elaine from Seinfeld whenever I try, so I initially balked, saying that we should wait for Brian. Hannah fixed me with her hazel eyes, cocked her head to one side and said ‘please’ in a little girl voice that, frankly, would have made me go along with just about anything right then.

Neither of us was close to being drunk, so we felt all right to drive my Jeep instead of taking a cab. The club was about fifteen minutes away and during the ride, Hannah asked if I would mind sticking kind of close to her tonight so that she didn’t have to worry about other men hitting on her. I told her that I would be happy to act as her escort, and still no alarm bells went off in my head. The club we arrived at, Gotham, was a theme bar with a bizarre mixture of Techno and Country. A wall separated the two dance floors, but it was not uncommon to see folks in Wranglers and boots (my kind of people) on the techno side. Similarly, one could occasionally see some young girl or guy X’d out of their mind on the country side, waving those glow sticks around and trying to do the Cowboy Cha-Cha. Only in California, I suppose.

I escorted her in, her arm linked through mine, and we waded through the throngs of scantily clad women and smartly dressed men looking to pick them up. The club boasted, on its techno side, five bars and I asked her if she’d like anything to drink. She shook her head, said something that I was unable to hear thanks to the pulsating music, and dragged me onto the dance floor, where we were swallowed by the writhing masses. She took my hand and escort eyüp pulled me toward the center of the floor, where we could get lost among the bodies, but this also had the effect of forcing our bodies close together due to the lack of space. This did not bother me in the least, however, because as I have said, I do not like to dance and the less room I had in which to attempt it, the better I felt about it. I also knew that Hannah hated country music as much as I loved it, so we wouldn’t be spending much time on the other side of the club.

Once we were in the right spot, Hannah immediately began to move with the music and did so with much more sensuousness than I would have given her credit for knowing her hippy roots. She found the beat immediately, but I had to stand there for a moment and search for it while watching out for errant elbows and hands from the nearby dancers. She must have taken my moment of inactivity for uncertainty, because she wrapped her arms around my hips and pulled me close to her. Her hands roamed over my back and her body moved sinuously against my own. When I placed the palm of my hand on her lower back, I felt rather than heard her give a moan or a hum, and looked down at her wondering if something was wrong.

As I looked down, she was looking up at me with those large, sultry hazel eyes and smiling seductively. She rubbed her body against me and I could feel its soft curves against the hard musculature of my own. My cock started to stiffen, which I was certain she could feel and I backed away just a bit to prevent her from noticing. Apparently, though, she knew full well what the problem was. She raised her eyebrows at me, smiled at my embarrassment and pulled me back to her. With her moving against me and my incredibly stiff cock, the extremely loud, throbbing music and flashing lights combined with the rich scent of her skin, sweat and perfume I was becoming a little dizzy. I wanted very much to grab her and kiss those full lips, but I did not and I was relatively sure she’d hit me for trying. Moreover, I felt guilty for even considering it.

The DJ put on a song I knew and liked very much, “Oh Fortuna”. It is Apotheosis’ take on Carmina Burana. I squeezed her hip, where my hand was resting and smiled, pleased that I finally recognized one of the songs. Apparently everyone else in there knew the song as well, because a furious scream rose up from nearly everyone in there and hands flew into the air with glee. As if on cue, the lights began to flash and flicker in time with the music and the club seemed to be infused with frenetic energy that was almost primal in nature. Hannah began a more active exploration of my body with her hands, running them over my shoulders, stomach and chest, but never below my hips.

I’m not sure how long we danced like that, the pace and stimuli on the floor made it hard to tell, which I suppose is one of the things most people like about it. After enough time had elapsed that I began to get thirsty I leaned in close to her ear and asked if she’d like to go get a drink. She nodded and followed me off the floor, which seemed to be more crowded than ever and it took us several minutes to get through the teeming throng of dancers and off the floor, where the crowd thinned. I left her near a column and went to get a couple of tequila shots for us. I make it a rule never to get drunk in public, so this would be the end of my drinking for the evening.

When I returned with the two double-shots and limes, I handed one to her just in time to hear the dread cry, “Last call for alcohol”. We swallowed the shots and then left the club, heading for home. Once we exited the club and were back in the warm summer evening, our interaction went back to what I was used to and I wrote off all of the dancing as just that, nothing more. She and I made small talk during the drive home, and generally talked about what a great time we’d had.

We entered the house, which was dark except for the burning red novena candle in the far corner, which reduced our visibility to little or none. I followed Hannah into the house and she left the lights off, moving into the den where a proper couch was set against the wall in front of an entertainment center. I followed.

“Hey, let’s watch cartoons.” Hannah whispered.

I could hear the excitement in her voice, so I acquiesced and sat down on the couch next to her and while she fumbled for the remote, I tossed my boots and socks into the darkened corner. The screen blinked to life and the room was brightened as the television came to life and she flipped to the Cartoon Network. We sat on opposite sides of the couch and she turned and rested her feet in my lap, crossing her ankles.

As we watched, I absently began to massage her feet. I don’t have a foot fetish; far from it, in fact, but I find that women generally enjoy a good foot rub after a bit of dancing. She gave a contented sigh and sank deeper into the cushions of the sofa. We watched a full episode of Looney Tunes like this, and said nothing. At the end of the episode I gently put her feet down and stood up, intent on taking my leave for the night. She stood up with me, but in doing so ended up quite close. I opened my mouth to speak, but she ‘shushed’ me with one of her soft fingers on my lips.

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Lady Chandra woke up with a wild yearning between her thighs, a burning itch that made her pussy quiver and her clitty ache. She desperately needed something– ANYTHING– LONG AND HARD…

Her servants would be up soon, so she had to hurry. Sneaking naked to the kitchen Lady Chandra opened the refrigerator and found a cucumber… a sinfully large cucumber. The naked Lady rushed back to bed, spread her thighs and shoved the ice-cold cucumber into her burning cunt…

Chandra plunged it in and out of her pussy like a hard cock. A lovely, long virile cock. Rubbing her plump tits she pushed it faster and deeper, imagining a brawny bull on top of her, pounding her pussy mercilessly. “Yes! Oh Yes! Fuck me you man-beast!”

Lady Chandra shook her head as she rubbed the ravaging cuke up against her swollen clit—harder and harder. Suddenly her toes curled as her back arched in screaming orgasm. “AIYEE! AIYEEE!”

“MADAM?” Her manservant rushed in. “Madam what are you doing to that cucumber!?”

The dark haired Lady blushed neon red, laying naked in front of her manservant with her legs splayed wide and a cucumber shoved up her furry cunt.

“Oh Rami, this is so embarrassing…” Lady Chandra tried to pull out the cuke but it was stuck. She yanked harder and harder on the green dildo, but it seemed frozen in her fuck-hole.

“Does Madam need help?”

Glowing red she covered her burning face. “…yes please.”

Rami’s burly head came down as his tongue lapped around the cuke, tickling her pubes and pussy lips. “Stop That! No Don’t Stop!” His wicked tongue kept lapping and lapping, lubricating her hot slit— and driving her crazy.

“Now Madam flex your pussy muscles hard! Flex them like you’re trying to crack a walnut!”

With abject immodestly Lady Chandra clenched her teeth and squeezed her cunt muscles so hard the cucumber popped into the air. Rami caught it and shoved it in his pocket.

“Now Madam needs a real cock.” He dropped his pants.

“No Rami! Don’t you dare!”

The lusty manservant grinned and pulled out his hefty prick. It was HUGE! Chandra had no idea he possessed such a magnificent organ. Despite her orders Rami touched his stiff prick to her quivering pussy, rubbing it up and down her steamy lips…making her lust juices gush.

“Um Madam… may I fuck you?”

“Don’t ask! BE A MAN—TAKE WHAT YOU WANT!!”

The servant’s strong hands gripped her ankles, spread her like a slut and shoved his rigid cock into her cunt. “Ouch! Not so hard!” But Rami the Bull fucked harder, pumping his long prick in and out of her neglected hole. Chandra felt his thick shaft stretching her pussy-walls.

“Yesss!… ugh … Oh Rami it’s been so long… ” The big man gripped her tits as his bull thighs thrust forward, fucking her deep, filling her aching cunt with rigid cockmeat. Breaking the taboo of servant fucking aroused Lady Chandra’s wicked thighs.

“Oh yes Rami… fuck me like a whore! Fuck me like a crazed nympho!” She dug her heels into his back and Rami rammed faster, slamming her pussy viciously as his thick balls smacked her ass. She felt her clitty swell… her pussy burning hotter and hotter and…

“OH…OHMYGOD!” Chandra bucked up, tossing her legs into the air. A powerful escort topkapı orgasm jolted up her spine and down to her curling toes. Rami’s burly head flew up as his cock jerked, spewing his seed into her spasming cunt.

Chandra felt globs of frothy cum leaking down her thighs. Gripping her tits the bull-man hammered his cock into her fuck tunnel, making Chandra’s body tremble in wave after wave of orgasm. “Oh…ooh.” With a final thrust Rami collapsed beside her, his long prick still buried deep in her cunt hole.

Rami kissed her lips. Then to her surprise the burly man lifted her into strong arms. “Time for your shower Madam, I shall wash you well.”

In the shower Rami washed her tits and sucked her nipples like sweet candies. Then he moved to her pussy. After a good scrubbing Lady Chandra watched his burly head move between her thighs. Suddenly his piercing tongue stabbed into her fuck hole.

“Oh Rami you’re so… sooo naughty…” The manservant’s wicked tongue lapped up and down her slit and circled her love button. Soon she felt her clitty swell and her thighs burned with lust. “OH MY LORD!” Her entire body trembled in climax and her legs buckled.

Lady Chandra fell to her knees.

Rami grinned and brought his massive organ to her face. “Your turn Madam.” He pushed her head down to his engorged cock. Lady Chandra blushed took it in her mouth and sucked. She couldn’t believe she was on her knees sucking off her own servant.

What would the society ladies think? … but Chandra knew not one of the snooty society ladies had a well-hung servant to satisfy their lusty urges.

Lady Chandra sucked away enjoying the feel of a mouthful of cockmeat. She still remembered to how to give a blowjob. Tugging on his balls she bobbed her head and swirled her tongue around his long brown prick, taking it deep down her throat.

Soon the manservant’s prick erupted. Chandra gagged and choked, swallowing cum as fast as she could as more cum spilled for her lips. After the last sticky squirt Rami pulled his cock out.

“Thank you for the fellatio Madam. Ring me if you have any more vegetable urges.”

Lady Chandra wobbled to her feet and stared in the mirror at her sticky lips, ravaged tits and sore cunt. She felt like a street tramp, like some servant’s slut. The Lady pulled up her panties and vowed to never fuck a servant again!

But the next morning Lady Chandra woke up a with a quivering pussy and clitty pulsing so hard it might explode. She thought about the cucumber, but she didn’t need a vegetable— her cunt needed cock— big brown stiff cock. Swallowing her modesty the Lady rang the bell for her studly manservant.

Rami rushed in and unzipped. His huge prick sprung out, stiff and proud and throbbing with that primal urge to screw. Rami was an excellent servant.

The burly man gripped her ankles and spread her wide, opening her wanton fuck hole. Lady Chandra looked up. “Take What You Want Rami!”

The man did. His thick tool plunged in, re-stretching her aching cunt. His big mouth sucked her swollen tits as his big prick pounded her, hammering the wild places deep in her pussy. The Lady squirmed as the burly servant screwed her faster and harder, escort filling the air with the nasty sounds of slapping flesh.

Soon Chandra felt the familiar euphoric jolt. “Yes…Oh Yes…Aaaaaagh!” Her legs flew up, dancing in climax.

After the orgasm Lady Chandra collapsed. Rami gently massaged her back and kissed her lips, slipping in his tongue. It felt wonderfully and sinfully odd, tongue kissing a servant.

But the burly man rolled her onto her belly and spread open her butt cheeks. “What are you doing Rami?” Chandra felt his stiff cock pushing into her anus. The Lady tried to squirm away. “Rami stop— don’t! I’m a Lady.”

“Madam you said, Be a Man—Take What You Want. And I WANT your lovely round ass.”

Chandra blushed. He was right. The Lady quit fighting and yielded her ass to her lusty manservant. Gritting her teeth she felt his fat prick push in and her tight anal ring stretching around his thick girth. “Ouch! Rami it hurts bad… and good.”

“I shall buttfuck you well Madam.” Rami pumped hard into her anal canal, reaming her out with every pump. The burly man reared back and slammed his prick deep— so deep her eyes popped.

“Ohh Rami…!”

As the burly man screwed Chandra’s ass, his naughty fingers pulled her nipples and dug into her pussy… just like her husband used to. In fact it felt so much like an assfucking from her husband that she kept wincing and glancing back at Rami, just to make sure.

By now Chandra’s husband was five years late coming home from work.

The Lady panted and felt every inch of Rami’s thick prick pumping deep in her royal rump, filling her with the perverse pleasure of anal. Rami’s naughty fingers move to her clitty, rubbing it back and forth like a magic bean…

Then he pinched it!

“Ahhhh!” Lady Chandra bit the sheets as a blazing orgasm tore through her body. The horny Lady gritted her teeth and giggled, elated that even assfucking gave her an orgasm. Soon Rami climaxed too, spewing a torrent of cum up her anal love hole.

They both collapsed on her bed, in a lovely heap of steaming fuck-flesh.

After that day Lady Chandra rang the bell all the time. Four, five, maybe six times a day. She loved having a Cock-On-Demand, even if that cock occasionally screwed her ass… And she found herself ringing for Rami more and more, helping her pussy make up for all those years of lost screwing.

Friday she woke up horny and ready, ready for her umpteenth fucking of the week. Stripping off her gown Chandra put on pink lipstick, even applying lipstick to her pussy lips to make them extra shiny. Then she rang for Rami.

The door flew open. In rushed Rasheed, the cook.

“NOT YOU!” Lady Chandra covered her furry pussy. “Get out of here! I rang for Rami!”

“Madam my brother is worn out. He said your sex appetite is insatiable.” Rasheed smiled.” And he ordered me to give Madam her morning fucking.”

“Insatiable? What… and you? He can’t do that— Leave now Rasheed or be fired!”

“Madam didn’t you say a man ‘Takes What He Wants’? And am I not a man?” Lady Chandra blushed. Once again her words came back to screw her. She watched the cook pulled out his bull-cock and felt her pink pussy drip with anticipation. escort fatih

Rasheed’s prick was even longer than Rami’s.

“Now Madam spread your legs.”

Chandra wasn’t about to spread for this indolent servant… but her pussy burned blazing hot… hot and ready for cock. She didn’t resist when the cook pushed her legs apart, climbed over her body and sucked her tits. The Lady felt his stiff brown prick slowly rubbing along her furry slit… and it punched in.

“Ouch!” The man’s thick shaft pummeled in and out of her pussy. Rasheed had the thighs of a bull, and pounded her so hard the mattress bounced. She gripped his muscular neck and held on. Her tits bounced in waves against his hairy chest making her nipples swell.

Lady Chandra writhed and bucked as this virile manservant fucked her cunt savagely. Yes savagely— she need savagely— she loved savagely! “Oh…oh…oooh!” She gripped him with her heels.

But in her sex haze Lady Chandra felt another pair of hands spreading her ass cheeks. It was Rami! “Madam I’ve come to assist with your fucking.”

“Oh help yes. Yes! Please!” Chandra gritted her teeth as Rami’s large prick shoved up her butthole. She could feel the cock in her ass thrusting against the cock in her cunt, trying to split her in half. She loved it.

Lady Chandra felt like a fuck doll, bouncing back and forth between the two pummeling pricks. And her body twisting with the heat of frenzied sex.

“Madam!” Rami groaned. “You’re asshole is tight as a fist.” Chandra smiled at the compliment and clinched her butt muscles tighter.

Rasheed’s big lips kissed hers and the two men screwed in faster into her cunt and ass. Chandra met their savage fuck-thrusts with her own, their flesh slamming together in vicious rhythm. She wanted every inch of their hard pummeling pricks.

Chandra’s thighs burned hotter and hotter and… Her head flew back as her back arched in orgasm. “Aiyeee! Aiyeee!” The Lady convulsed in a shuddering, toe-curling orgasm.

Her two manservants climaxed at the same time. She felt both cocks spewing hot fuck-juices into her ravaged cunt and asshole. “Don’t stop!” She screamed. “Fuck me! Keep fucking me! ”

Waves of orgasm rippled through her spine as the two studs pumped into her twisting body until they were completely spent. The burly pricks pulled out of her love holes.

Chandra collapsed on the bed with dual streams of hot cum leaking out of her fuckholes. She closed her eyes and moaned as her ravaged body quivered in the warm afterglow of sex… The finest fuck of her life.

A few moments later bit she sat up, rubbing her aching holes. The young stud Rasheed lifted Chandra in his arms, and carried her into the bathroom for a wonderful bath and blowjob.

After her morning romp Lady Chandra decided to make a change. That same day she ordered a closetful of sexy lingerie and a bed the size of a small country. And with a flick of her credit card, an enormous ceiling mirror appeared above the bed.

The next morning Chandra woke up with her pussy and thighs tingling in excitement. The Lady rang for both Rami and Rasheed. Her brawny manservants rushed in, jumped into her bed and fondled every inch of her lusty, naked body. She loved their attention to detail.

“Rami and Rasheed. From now on you shall no longer be my servants. We will be lovers and equals, and live together as husband and wife… and husband.”

“Now my studly husbands.” Lady Chandra got on all fours, wiggling her tits and butt. “Take What You Want!”

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1977… the year Skynyrd crashed, Star Wars came out, and I had a 9th grade math teacher named Mrs. Lambfinger. Horrible name, I know, and it was that much worse that her first name was Pamela and sort of rhymed (Pamela Ramyerfinger), though I only thought of her as Mrs. Lambfinger.

No. Not quite true. I thought of her in many different ways. I sometimes thought of her unbuttoning her top for me, button by button, to reveal– well, I’m not sure now how my fantasies played out, since they had no basis in reality with any girl at that point, of course. I knew nothing about how girls really behaved when you were about to have sex with them, I didn’t know if everyone but me was having it or no one was, but I did know one thing. Mrs. Lambfinger was hot.

She’d be talking about calculating radiuses and angles and stuff, but all I could do was look at her in her peach-colored, pyjama-like pantsuits, their bell bottoms swaying behind her as she strode from one end of the chalkboard to the other, and contemplate the glorious reality underneath it all.

What was it that I found so entrancing about her? The girls my age were gawky, bony, skinny faces and big lips sticking out, boobs stuck to them like tennis balls glued on a board. Mrs. Lambfinger was… ripe. A fully ripened woman in her 20s (which seemed so mature to me then), lips broad and sensual, blue eyes sensitive and knowing, straight blonde hair cascading down to her arms. Her breasts ample underneath their peach polyester prison, her hips wide and womanly and topped by little love handles, her thighs pneumatic, stretching the artificial fiber to its tensile limits, forming a pair of perfect smooth ovoids in which flesh and polyester seemed to have come together as one.

Or on a sunnier spring day, she might go all hippie chick, loose peasanty blouse under which those big handfuls of breast swayed back and forth loosely, jeans stretching around a round, squishy butt, little toes peeking out of brown sandals, inviting you to imagine the flesh that continued underneath the clothing. Don’t get me wrong, she wasn’t fat, she was simply filled out, squeezable, plenty to hold onto. She was a woman, not a girl, hear her roar (as a song of the day had it), and day after day, night after night, her shape filled my dreams.

And then the year ended. I got a B+. Considering how little I was paying attention to math, that was probably pretty good.

* * *

College. Elvis Costello and Violent Femmes, My Dinner With Andre when we were being sophisticated (which is not to say we didn’t all race to see Empire and Jedi, of course).

I graduated in ’86 and got a job in technology for a big paper company. The job was a little on the boring side– what first job isn’t– but all in all this was a good time, young, money to spend, skinny ties and new wave to dance to.

One perk was getting to go to a convention in Dallas– travel and fancy dinners on the company dime, hurray– as one of about a dozen people from all over the company. I didn’t know any of them.

We met up in the lounge of the Westin to get our credentials and meet each other, and it was then that one of the women, a tall, somewhat well-padded but still shapely blonde turned toward me, and we looked at each other for a moment, and then we stared, not believing what we saw, and then–

“Richie?”

“Rich. Mrs. Lamb…?”

“Oh, God no,” she said, laughing. “Call me Pam Stengaard. I haven’t been Mrs. Lambfinger for three or four years, thank God.”

“You two know each other?” one of the men asked.

“You won’t believe it, it’s totally embarassing,” she said, but she wasn’t embarassed, she just found it funny, as she explained to him escort güngören how we knew each other.

She was more rounded out than she had been then, broader across the hips, even bigger breasts, a little rounder and fuller face. But she still had the easygoing, relaxed earth-mother confidence that I’d responded to years before, and even if she was now starting to look a little– not fat, but big– I still found her sensual and ripe, and not just for nostalgia’s sake. That is, I had these thoughts, but quickly put them away, as being purely of academic interest.

We went to dinner in a large group but I barely had a chance to speak to her and it was mostly boring business talk all evening. The next day we were too busy talking to customers on the floor to catch up, either, but finally that evening I caught her and invited her to dinner. She said dinner was already spoken for but she would be happy to join me for a drink beforehand.

When she came down to the bar she was in a black cocktail dress which followed her curves unabashedly, and showed off a little cleavage to boot. The relatively short blonde hair and the sparkling earrings were quite a contrast to my 70s memories of her, but if my 15-year-old self had been there, he’d still have knocked over the table when his wood hit it at high speed.

“Glad you don’t mind being seen with an older woman,” she said as I handed her a glass of chablis.

“To the Westfield Titans and math class,” I toasted, clinking my class to hers. “Actually, I’m delighted. It’s really nice to see you again. As adults.”

“Adults,” she said, as if she was merely humoring me with the idea.

“I mean, not to pry, but as grownup as you seemed to me then– to the whole class– you must have been about my age now. Fresh out of school, anyway.”

“What class were you?”

“Class of ’81.”

“So you were only the second class I ever taught,” she said. “God, that was terrifying sometimes. I hope I did all right.”

“You were great,” I said. “I learned a lot.” I took another sip before the next thing I was thinking of saying; it could have ended the evening real fast. “I thought you were really hot, too,” I said.

“You were 15, you would have thought a lamppost was hot,” she said. Whew, at least she took it in good humor.

“True, but I did,” I said.

“Ah, my glory days,” she said. “You know you’re getting old when your students start turning up as your colleagues.”

We chatted a bit and then her colleague, Jerry, came to get her. I couldn’t tell if they were more than colleagues or not, probably not. I spent the evening watching pay per view and eating room service– the classic lonely guy night in a distant city. It would have been so much better with… somebody.

* * *

The next day was another long day of working the exhibit and talking to customers, and I hardly had a chance to speak to Pam again. So I was surprised, but pleasantly so, when she came up to me at the end of the day and said “I don’t have any other plans, do you want to join me for dinner?”

I hope I didn’t seem too pathetically eager to take her up on the offer.

We went to a little Mexican place recommended by one of the other exhibitors– we both laughed when we saw it, it was “romantic” in the most overdone way, strolling guitarists and red lighting and all the other atmospheric touches of a bordello. Maybe because the atmosphere was so preposterous, we soon turned to talking about ourselves a little more freely than before.

“It wasn’t anything bad,” she said, by way of explaining her divorce. “We got married so young– before we knew who we were, really. bayan escort By the time we figured it out, we were different people than the ones we’d married. But what about you? Is there somebody?”

“Not really,” I said. “I mean– I had a girlfriend in college, but I guess we’re over.”

“You guess?”

“Well, she lives in Boston–“

“Do you visit her?”

“I have once or twice. It’s hard, it’s expensive–“

“If it’s worth it to you,” she said, “you overcome those obstacles. You take the chance. Is it worth it to you?”

“I don’t know. We thought it was, but as time goes by, we just don’t seem to be able to keep it going,” I said, and as I said it I could see a kind of disappointment in me in her eyes. It was like being in class with a teacher again– I’d flunked a test. Well, who asked her to grade my life? “It sounds all romantic to say distance doesn’t matter and you’ll make it work no matter what, but life just doesn’t work out that way sometimes, I guess.”

“As we both found out,” she said, turning her gaze from me to the dessert menu.

* * *

Somehow the evening never really recovered from that point. We were cordial but there was a little sour note in the air; I’d disappointed her somehow, she’d gotten under my skin a little, and so any distant hope I had of getting into her skin faded. We said good night in the elevator and went off to our separate floors.

I had a restless night and woke up thinking about her and the things she’d said. If it’s worth it to you… you take the chance. Is it worth it to me? Goddammit, it was, I wasn’t going to let it end where last night had ended.

It was still a good two hours before the convention floor opened so I thought we could have breakfast and try to get back on a friendlier basis. I called her room but she didn’t answer. I showered and dressed quickly and then went to her room– it might be a little forward but I hoped she wouldn’t mind.

It looked dark inside from the peephole– she was probably gone already but I knocked anyway. To my surprise I saw an eye come to the peephole, and then she opened the door.

She was standing in the hotel robe which was quite small and barely wrapped around her. Under it she wore a cream-colored sheer nightgown which only went as far as her thighs; her legs were bare below that. I had to ratchet my view up from her cleavage and to her face, where her blonde hair lay tousled over one eye– it was obvious I had awakened her. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you up, I thought you might want to have breakfast– I’m really sorry I–“

“I overslept,” she said, by way of stopping my flow of words. She didn’t say anything else.

It was my turn. “I thought about what you said. About if something’s worth it to you, you have to take the chance.”

She still looked at me. I couldn’t tell if she understood what I was saying or not.

I took the chance.

I put my hands around her broad hips and brought my lips to hers to kiss her. After a moment’s hesitation she kissed back, pulling me inside the room and shutting the door behind me with her bare foot.

Our tongues touched and she sucked mine inside her mouth as I undid the belt of her robe and she let it drop off her body. Now I saw her in her sheer nightgown, her nipples protruding from the material, her large round breasts barely visible in the dim light of the room.

We kissed furiously as I caressed her broad, soft ass and she unbuttoned my shirt, then ran her hands up and down my chest. I slipped my hands under her panties and kneaded her butt, pressing her crotch against the hardon in my pants as I did so. She broke our kiss and moved escort güneşli her head down to lick at my nipple while unbuckling my pants. She dropped them around my ankles and then slipped the briefs down with one hand while taking my hard cock in her hand with the other. Then she was down on her knees and looking at it, licking her lips.

A moment later her soft warm mouth was all over it, bobbing up and down the head and taking it deep in her mouth and halfway up the shaft while her other hand caressed my chest above. She pushed me over to the bed, still warm from her sleep, and had me lie back on it, and then she spread my legs apart and started licking my balls hungrily, while my cock flopped against her face, her hair brushing over it as she worked eagerly on my sack. Then she took my cock in her mouth again and pumped it hard with her hand while bobbing up and down on the head. I made noises to indicate that I was about to cum and she seemed not to mind. My toes curled, stars went around my head, I shot the first spurt in her mouth and she swallowed it quickly, then another and another and she took them in and swallowed them too.

Mrs. Lambfinger swallowed my cum. What would Corey Peterson say to that?

When I was finished throbbing and my erection was sinking, she climbed up onto the bed, pulled the nightgown over her head, and lay down next to me, her head on my chest. I put my finger under her chin and moved her lips up to mine and we kissed again, a little more calmly but no less sincerely. Now I could run my hands over her ripe, full figure, the round, heavy breasts rolling out over my chest, the soft, ample ass and thick, powerful thighs. She felt so natural and nurturing, her size, her softness, her warmth.

I moved down to suck at her nipples and rubbed my hand along the inside of her sleek thigh flesh until I reached a place warm and steamy. Just a couple of gentle strokes of her sex and it opened up and the wetness took my fingers in. She whimpered a little as my fingers went inside her and I nuzzled my way down her soft belly, rubbing my face in her thicket of fur. I pulled my fingers out and grabbed hold of her ass cheeks to open her wide. Then tongue on labia, the metallic tang of her juices as I licked my way up and down the soft folds of her pussy, kneading her ass as I dove deeper, deeper into the warm wet recesses of her slit, then pushed her back on her back to spread her ass wide and tickle the little wrinkled hole with the tip of my tongue. There was nothing I didn’t want to do with her, now that I had her and she had me.

It didn’t take long with her writhing in delight at my tongue for my cock to get hard again. Now I climbed on top of her and she took it by the root again and pointed the head straight into her pussy. I slid into her and rested atop her before pulling out again; it was a completely different experience being on top of her womanly figure rather than the skinny young girls I’d had in college. I loved plowing into her, feeling her big ass move with each thrust, nuzzling her fat round tits, stroking the soft flesh under her arms, around her hips, along her thighs and calves.

We made love like this for a good ten or fifteen minutes, feeling each other’s bodies, kissing and nuzzling and nibbling affectionately, before she started bucking back hard like she was about to cum. She rubbed her clit as I pounded into her and then with a scream she clamped her thighs around me and shook with each throbbing wave of her orgasm. Once it had subsided I ran my fingers under her ass and started thrusting hard again, and within a few strokes I too came and collapsed onto her, feeling the light mist of sweat on her chest with my face.

“We have to get dressed and go down to the hall,” she said a few moments later.

“What are you doing tonight?” I asked.

“Getting laid by you, I hope,” she said.

“So I got an A, Mrs. Lambfinger?”

“Yes, Richie, you did. And if you want to do it ever again, you’ll call me Pamela from now on.”

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My hands were clammy. I hated going to the doctors office for my annual checkup, and I recalled my last visit vividly. The cold office, the flimsy gown, my naked body shivering in the sterile atmosphere of the hospital room. And my doctor, oh my god. That was the problem: she was tall, at least she seemed tall when she stood on those black high heels; and blonde. Danish or Norwegian, Dr. Deehr was her name, with penetrating blue eyes and fair skin, and an attitude. That was what really stuck in my mind. Her attitude of aloofness, professionalism, and power. I could tell she enjoyed being the doctor and treating others as mere patients — I could sense her desire for power and control. The problem was that my attraction to her was hard to hide in the setting of her office: practically naked, only inches from this woman who was inspecting my body.

I sat for what seemed like forever in the lounge — worrying over the situation, flipping through thumbed issues of Better Homes and Gardens and Seventeen magazine. Somehow all the Car and Drivers and National Geographics were gone, and I was stuck with half naked teens talking about their first kiss and articles on how to choose pillow colors for one’s living room. At least it helped get my mind off the appointment. But it only worked so well, and my mind wandered to my worst nightmare. I feared I would get an erection during the check up, that I would somehow not be able to remain calm in the situation, and I reassured myself that the cold room with the medical gear everywhere around me would help reduce my erotic energies enough. The last time I had seen her she had filled out the paperwork at the end, and looking up over her glasses she stared down at me with a bit of a mocking look, and a smirk on one side of her lips, and said, “Stay healthy, and be a good guy until I see you next year.” That sent a chill through my spine for some reason, and formed the basis for a string of lurid fantasies for the next couple weeks.

I loosened my shoulders and hunched over the magazine distracting myself. Finally my name was called and a nurse walked us down a long, plain hallway to Room 17.

“She’s busy and in a bad mood,” said the nurse. “Just change into the gown, wait, and do what you’re told.”

That sounded ominous, and with that, she opened the door and motioned me to enter, immediately turning away and walking back towards the nurse’s station. I reluctantly entered the room, closed the door behind me, and took in the room.

It was completely quiet, and it was cool as I had remembered last time. And she was there, opposite me, back to me, writing furiously on a stack of paperwork, so focused I am not sure she even noticed my entrance. I could see her heavy blonde hair over the back of her lab coat, the rims of her glasses, her ears, and her slender legs with black high heels. I watched momentarily as her breath raises and lowered her shoulders slightly, and her hands scribbled aggressively across the pages.

I glanced at the room, noticed the gown folded on the examination table, and slowly proceeded to undress. The shirt and pants were easy, but my underwear took a moment to pull down and remove as I had started to form an erection even in the cool, clinical conditions. Completely naked, I put on the gown, rarely taking my eyes off her.

I felt a little foolish just standing there, and suddenly she glanced over to me and barked out, “Stand on the scale, I will be right with you.”

When her head turned I suddenly saw the glint of gold and remembered from last year: the gold chain. She wore a long heavy gold chain (heavy for a woman’s chain, but not bulky really), with a large gold heart pendant handing from it. I gulped, as I watched briefly the heart swinging on her lab coat right at the level of her hidden breasts, and I quickly glanced to the wall and some literature on cholesterol that was posted there as blood rushed to my hips.

She turned back to her work, and I stepped up on the scale. My 180 pounds didn’t lift the arm as the last client must have been very overweight. I stood, back to her. After about two minutes of struggling with my erection that had formed again and faded once more, and the rush of thoughts in my head over this intensely attractive doctor, I heard the papers being shuffled, and the squeak of her chair as she stood. My mind was undressing her, my body was trying to remain calm. Her hand adjusted the scale, weighing me in at 181.

“Move to the table,” she said, and I did so.

I sat, my palms a little sweaty I noticed, and my chest tense.

“Deep breaths,” she barked out, impatiently.

I breathed deeply, and felt the intensely cold stethoscope on my back and chest. My erection was forming again, pushing upwards on the gown and I had to turn my gaze to the door and concentrate to get it to drop. Her breath smelled of coffee and sexuality, and I focused on breathing through my escort arnavutköy mouth to reduce the scents I was taking in.

She looked in my mouth, nose, ears, took my temperature.

“Your heart is racing” she said. “Take a couple deep breaths please.”

I was losing track of what she was doing, now intently focused on her hair, scent, shoulders, and the gold chain swinging invitingly on her chest. I noticed as the needle entered my arm, blood pumping into the vial. I hadn’t eaten in hours and I felt a little lightheaded watching my blood pulse. She removed the needle, and let the blood pool momentarily on the wound before placing an extremely tight band-aid on the spot, and moving on.

As she lowered herself to tap on my knees, she noticed the tiny wet spot formed on my gown where my penis had left its mark, and the rise of the gown. Her eyes darted away, and she tapped on my knee and asked me to respond to various pressure points on my ankles and feet.

“Stand up”, she said, and I inched off the table and stood.

I was taking in her strong perfume, not floral but acidic, just as her fingers explored my testicles. I was surprised by this, but I guess I shouldn’t have been. She ran her thumb and forefinger over each, pressed onto the sides and asked me to cough, testing for hernias. Her hand grazed my cock, semi-filled, hanging to one side, foreskin slightly pulled back, and she let out an almost unnoticeable noise at that exact moment.

“Everything working ok sexually?”, she asked.

I nodded, not making a noise.

She nodded back to me.

“I notice that your penis is semi-erect and I want to tell you not to worry about that; it is a natural reaction that many of my patients get.”

I nodded again, not sure of what to say.

“Any other issues that deserve attention?”, she asked.

“No”, I stuttered, “nothing that I can think of”, even though I had been having some pain in my right shoulder from my workouts.

I dared not add to the examination, and was doing my best to just let things settle down so I could get out of there. But my eyes couldn’t help but notice her nipples through her gown, and my mind swirled with the possibility that she wasn’t wearing a full suit of clothes underneath — why else could I see her nipples? I forced my gaze upwards, at the same exact moment that she handed me a ridiculously small plastic cup. I looked at it inquisitively.

She said, “I need a semen sample from you”. At the same moment, her other hand reached out and snapped the lock on the door to the room.

“Semen sample?” I asked, not sure what I had just heard.

“Yes”, she replied, firmly.

I took the cup from her hand, and at the same time my gown parted slightly, and we both glanced downward at my semi-flaccid state. I reddened, and gulped. And she turned and walked back to her desk and dove back into the papers she was working with before. A semen sample? My mind was spinning now. Here? In the room? In front of her? Was she out of her mind? I stood in that dazed state for at least a minute, contemplating what had just happened. I felt ridiculous, leaning against the rubberized bed, a cup in my left hand. What was I supposed to do, I asked myself? Masturbate into the cup? My penis drained of blood, so I actually reached down and tried to reinvigorate it, with little success.

Then, without looking back, she said, “Masturbate into the cup, and do it now.”

She was firm in her voice, and it echoed in the small metallic room. I could see this was some sort of game, and I decided to play along. I wasn’t afraid of her, even though she was the authority figure here. And I was up for her game, whatever it was. Still, I was a little nervous about the situation, I can admit that.

I took a deep breath, and started to stroke myself, slowly re-gaining an erection, watching her back and shoulders and her thin, strong calves. The erection came slowly, filling me up and forming a thickness in my hands that felt good to hold. My mind started to let go and I actually took some pleasure in the absurd situation, my left hand holding a cup the size of a cough syrup lid, my right hand pulling slowly at the base of my heavy cock, my foreskin pulling up and over the glans as it grew in size. My mind’s eye saw the chain, the pendant, her breasts heaving in front of me, and I started to stroke a little harder, forgetting the situation.

She barked out, “Are we done yet?”

And I mumbled a no. It has only been a minute or so. She stood suddenly, surprising me, and turned to me. Her eyes darted from my eyes to my hand holding my cock, back to my eyes. “Not done? What the hell is going on here?”, she said, almost in a hysterical scream. She moved quickly over to the table. Her forehead was tensed, her eyes squinted slightly, her cheeks red. I could tell she was teasing me, and that istanbul escort kızları she wanted control of the situation. I went with it. Her seeming anger excited me, and my cock was now throbbing fully, a heavy drop of cum on the tip, my hand stopped to focus on her.

“Stroke that silly little thing hard and cum in the cup for me. NOW!”, she whispered directly into my ear.

The rush of her scent and the air moving across my ear excited me further and I stroked again, hard for her. After twenty strokes or so, with little sign of an orgasm on the horizon, she looked down and shook her head.

“Do I have to do this for you, just like draining blood from your arm?”, she said, as she pulled my hand away from my penis.

“Look at this pathetic little thing”, she crowed, as she took the head of the cock between her thumb and forefinger and clamped down hard on the glans.

“Ouch!” was my natural response, and the cum on the tip dripped off at the same moment.

My heart was racing, and my cock hurt, not terribly, but just enough that I really noticed it.

I tried to push her hand away, but she slapped my hand back, and said “Back off!”. Suddenly she was stroking the shaft hard.

“Ten times you get, and if you don’t cum then we have to take stronger measures.”

Each stroke was hard, pressured, and long, with my cock reaching out for more, my hips naturally moving to her rhythms. But no orgasm arrived, not in those conditions. I watched her eyes staring at it, pulling the semen from it, in a strangely clinical way, like the blood drawing. But her tongue darting over her lips briefly gave away the fact that this was far more than clinical. She was enjoying this, and she needed it. Maybe she had even planned it ahead of time. My mind raced as her strong beautiful hand stroked my shaft. No orgasm.

She stopped abruptly, pulled her hand back, and looked into my eyes.

“It’s getting hot in here”, she said. And she tore the gown from my body in one simple motion. I was completely naked to her now.

“Cum for me, but warn me so I can collect it in the cup”, she said, and she ran both her pointer fingers’ nails down my body starting from my shoulders, across my chest, belly, to my hips. She was kneeling now, and as her fingers pressed hard into my hips, she took the glans between her teeth and bit down hard.

Again, I winced in pain. Some of the pain was real, some of it was the game I figured.

She pulled back, and said, “Stroke it for me again, and cum this time”.

I had had enough of the game, I decided, and of stroking myself for her. And I changed the rules at that moment when I held the shaft near the base and slapped my cock across her cheek.

“Don’t ever fucking do that again,” was her response.

But at the moment that her lips formed the word “again”, at that perfect moment in the last syllable which forces your lips apart and your mouth slightly open in inflection, I pushed my cock into her mouth several inches, letting the head fill her mouth, and muffled her anger and the remainder of her sentence. She involuntarily moaned briefly, and when my right hand pulled her hair forward, she began to lash her tongue onto the head, taking in the cum that had again formed, and lapping at the sensitive spot below the glans, and pressing underneath the foreskin 360 degrees around, taking in my flavor and thickness.

I was large for her taut mouth, and I said, “Not so pathetic and tiny after all, Dr. Deehr?”.

She moaned and nodded slightly, enclosing as much of the shaft as she could on my cock, and letting me pump the shaft with my hand.

My hand pulled her hair comb out, letting it fall around her ears as she sucked more earnestly. I lifted her up to her feet again, absurdly naked, with my cock wet with her saliva, standing to attention against her lab coat, and her eyes intensely focused on mine as she stood. She smiled, very briefly, letting me know that the game was on still. I reached out and lifted the heavy chain from her neck, pulling her lab coat down to her hips aggressively, revealing a bra and the thin line of her panties.

So she was wearing essentially nothing underneath! My cock pulsed upwards, my mind went into overdrive. I pushed her over the table, face down. Holding her back down, I raised her coat, and slapped her butt cheek on each side, hard, once, then again. Her yelp was a mixture of suffering and rapture.

“More”, she squeaked out.

I pulled her panties down, over her shoes in one long movement, and slapped her amazingly tight, smooth cheeks once again, harder this time. The yelp came again, and her legs naturally fell down to the floor, slightly parted with her hips up on the table. I could see her sex, revealed to me. Heavy lips, puffed up embedded in light hair, and a pink opening, with wetness showing. I stroked my cock several times, and realized escort bahçeşehir I had completely lost track of the little cup! Forget it I told myself.

That was when I realized the gold chain was in my left hand still, and I opened my fist to observe it. Instinctively, I knew I needed to use this to fuck her somehow. I decided to wrap the chain around the base of my cock, and dangle the heavy pendant below the cock, right in front of my balls. This was easy to do, and it tightened the blood hold on my cock, making it more rigid and tight. The first stroke was ecstasy, and she let out a long slow “fuck” as I entered her. First an inch, then two. Then as I slapped her cheek again, I pushed all eight inches into her, very slowly but firmly. She moaned again.

Then she felt the cold heart against her clit! “What the fuck is that?” she asked, turning her head around to see.

“That, Dr. Deehr, is your gold pendant wrapped around my cock, with which I am going to fuck you,” I said. And I stroked hard into her twice, each time the pendant slapping against her clit.

“Oh my god,” was all she could manage. “Don’t stop,” she added.

And I began a serious fucking motion with my hips, holding her legs apart to gain access to her. She naturally rose up onto her elbows on the table, and I held her breasts in each hand as I pumped into her. Her neck tightened and her head came up and backwards. I held her head back with one hand, holding a heavy knot of her hair as I fucked her even deeper. I could feel my balls slapping the heart up against her clit from this position, with every stroke, and I could feel her body convulsing in the orgasm that was building up inside her.

“How does it feel to have a thick cock fucking the daylights out of you on your own rubber examination table?” I laughed out to her, part in jest and part seriously.

I pushed the weight of my left arm on her middle back, pulling up on her head, and slowed my fucking motion. I pushed the heart right up to the clit, and pumped in small strokes, pressing the heart onto her vulnerable spot, over and over, and she finally spilled forth in a giant orgasm.

“Fuck!” she screamed, her hips tightening and vibrating, her arms spinning out of control, her breasts pressed down onto the cold plastic, her heart pendant fucking her clit in hard strokes as she came on my cock, the wetness pressing outward onto the shaft, her necklace, and my balls.

After a long orgasm, her shuttering slowed, and she slowly came to rest. She pulled her coat back up over her to warm her, and spun on her side on the table, inching upward so that she was mostly resting on the table, her knees tucked in. She smiled up at me, motioned for me to come over to her. I smiled back, and walked over to her side of the table.

“I can go,” I said.

“Shhhhhhhhh,” she scolded me, and her mouth took the head of my still hard cock.

Resting her head on the mattress, she pulled my hips towards her and let me slowly fill her mouth. She let out a gentle little encouraging sound, and I started to move myself. Her eyes watched the cock and my body moving, and looked up at me on occasion. I watched my shaft in her mouth, intense and erotic, and her breast that still showed, pressed against the mattress, her dark nipple contrasting against her white skin and blonde hair.

As I moved, she unwrapped the chain slowly. And wrapped it around my balls right at the point where they attached to my body. She tightened the chain just right, and let the heart hang below, tugging and adding to the motion and tension in my balls. Her right hand held my cock at her mouth, and I continued the motion. She could feel my tension, and she pinched my butt cheek hard with her free hand. I slowed the motion to a standstill, and she knew she had me. I was beyond return, but a long way from my orgasm still somehow.

I saw the cup, out of the corner of my eye, and grabbed it, showing it to her. She batted it away with her hand, and I heard it bounce in the corner of the room at the same moment that the head filled with pressure and my first big spurt of cum pulsed into her mouth. She moaned, and licked at it, careful not to over stimulate the head. Her hand stroked hard, but slowly, and the second major pulse came for her, and a third, and soon it was a dozen or more pulses and I was arching my back upwards, one hand on her ear, the other holding her hair, as I filled her mouth with my hot liquid, my sample, my male essence. She smiled, laughed lightly, and pulled me towards her, lifting her head, and licking my semen onto my belly, and chest, and nipples. And finally kissing me hard, our teeth touching, her tongue pressing, my tongue filled with the salty, strong taste, her hands on each side of my head, holding me tightly. She smiled as she kissed, and held my head against hers as we both recovered from our experience together.

She smiled, and said, “I am so damn glad I married you! My turn for a fantasy next time, and I can’t wait to set it up.”

We both laughed, and spent the next hour cleaning up, and rearranging the furniture in our spare room to look more like a bedroom and less like a doctor’s office. I look forward to her fantasy, and to a long sleep to recover from this one!

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I woke up in the morning and Harry was gone. There was a note on the kitchen counter that said Alice, love, I’m off to the hardware store. Back in an hour. Thoughtful of him to tell me where he’d gone. It was Saturday and I wasn’t working today, so I had all day to think about what I might wear to our first public outing.

It would be an outing. Word was getting around that Alice had moved in with some older guy, some really old guy! Some guy who actually retired from the college faculty! Gossip on college campuses is always in vogue and since a few of Harry’s former faculty colleagues were still employed by the place, and a couple of them who knew me as well, were no doubt busily talking about how Harry had snared him a hot young bed mate.

I realized while looking into my closet that I didn’t have enough information to decide what to wear. Business casual? Dressy or maybe slutty? I’d wait until Harry returned. So instead I changed the sheets on our bed and called the furniture company to jack them up a little about our new king-sized playground. I mean the new bed we’d ordered.

Harry waltzed in with a grin on his face two hours late and said, “Sorry, I ran into Leon and couldn’t get rid of him.”

“Do I know Leon?”

“Nope, I don’t believe so because I had to describe you in some detail. He’d heard through the grapevine that I was living in sin with some babe, as he put it. Or maybe it was my daughter who’d come home. I set him straight. Then of course I had to describe you in loving detail.”

“You did, did you.” I was washing and peeling some carrots for salad and didn’t realize he wasn’t entirely serious.

“Sure, I got this hot number in my bed, you don’t think I’m going to keep her a secret, do you? I mean, your nipples are something else.”

I swung around ready to throw something at Harry, but I was met with a broad wink and a huge grin. “And I suppose this Leon wanted to know how many times we’re screwing every day, right?” I went back to carrot peeling.

“I think he did, although he never came right out and asked.” Harry chuckled. “So I finally told him we were so into—if that’s the right word—each other we had to ration the sex to only fucking three times a day and cock-sucking twice a week.”

“Harry! You didn’t!” I smirked at the window. Twenty-three times a week, hey. We’d both be dead in a month or less. “And what did dear Leon say to that?”

Harry roared at his joke. “Leon was speechless. He actually blushed and found reason to depart forthwith. I hope he’ll think about what I said; Leon is a mathematician, you should understand. If he runs the numbers, he’ll figure out I was pulling his leg.”

“Okay, old stud. When we’re through with this lunch salad, we need to decide what to wear tonight.”

Late afternoon we were standing in the wreck of our bedroom watching three big movers struggle to get the new bed frame into the right place. We hadn’t bought the canopy but the big maple frame and headboard for the king-sized mattress set was heavy. Eventually they had success and we declared ourselves satisfied. The mattress guys had showed up while the bed frame was being installed so they helped put the whole thing together. I intercepted a few sidelong glances and a crack or two about the playroom from the guys. They had immediately noticed the disparity in Harry’s and my age and that this was our bed that was being installed.

I’d done some research and made some judicious choices for the this bed. For example, did you know that some beds come with a choice of height? Depending on the mattress thickness, you can get an arrangement that just fits your needs. Makes it easier to get in and out for old folks, as the saleswoman explained. That wasn’t my aim, necessarily, but I let her natter on. I wanted the bed to be of a height so when I lay on the edge, with my legs in the air, and Harry stood on the floor, his pecker could connect with my quim—that’s an English word for pussy, I think—without him having to bend his knees. It also meant if I lay with my head just over the edge of the mattress, my mouth escort fındıkzade would be, how you say, conveniently accessible.

I chose a mattress that had good firm edges as well. The bonus for all this finagling was that my fine lover would be able to get in and out of bed with greater ease when the day arrived that he became less mobile than he was at the moment. We snaffled on a set of new sheets and covers for the several pillows we’d bought. I was anxious to try out our new bed. In fact my labia were getting damp. But Harry, being of sterner stuff, pointed out that the party site was an hour away, we still had to shower, dress and have supper. Seemed to me arriving late to Carole and George’s party was no big deal, but Harry explained that George was a scientist and liked things to be precise.

His lectures always started and ended exactly on time and woe to any who turned up late. Faculty meetings at which people came and went and always started late, drove him up the wall. We saved some time by showering together, which led to some intimate groping. But once again, Harry pried my hands off his balls, we dried, dressed, picked up some food to go and drove to the Andersons.

The Andersons live on three or four acres outside of town. It’s an old farmhouse that’s been added to, enlarged, improved and fixed up, as Harry explained. He drove. It kept him from showing his increasing nervousness, the closer we got to the driveway. I didn’t show my nervousness near as much as he did. We’d both opted for summer casual conservative. Harry was in tan lightweight slacks and a light blue short-sleeved shirt. He left two of the buttons at the neck open.

I wore open-toed sandals with two-inch solid heels, no stockings, silk panties, a demi-bra that covered my nipples and kept my breasts from swaying all over the place. My frock was a pale yellow slip-dress with straps, a wide square neckline and a hem that hit me at mid-thigh. I thought we made a spiffy-looking couple.

Harry’d been to this place before so he took my elbow and shepherded me around the outside to the patio in back. The patio opened off a big sliding glass door from the dining area. It was a large stone patio that extended right to the edge and then surrounded the Anderson’s big swimming pool.

There was a bar on wheels next to the door and a few tables scattered around. Four couples were already there and four more arrived just after we did. Harry took my hand and introduced me to our hosts. George was a stocky guy about fifty with a tiny goatee and a bald spot. He had a hot penetrating look in his eyes. He looked at me like he wanted to undress me. He looked at all the women there like that. He probably looked at every female of any age he encountered the same way. George was dressed like Harry, except his shirt buttoned down the front and he was wearing it open plan so you could see a lot of his chest.

His wife Carole was a lush buxom good-looking woman, younger by a few years, I judged. She looked at me like she wanted to undress me. She was auburn headed, hair up in a deliberately untidy knot on top of her head held in place by an elaborate pin of some kind. Her dress was white, tight, short with a scooped bodice. The kind that was cut low from each shoulder, then a curve to cover the boob, a low plunge in the middle and repeated on the other side. Her bosom was too large for the bodice. So you saw a lot of breast from the side and I never saw her nipples, but it was a near thing, especially whenever she leaned over. Carole did that a lot that evening. She looked at the men attending the party as if she was eager to undress them. I’d call her predatory.

Once everybody invited was there, George made a little speech welcoming us. Then he explained where the booze was, where the bathrooms were and that the pool heater was broken so the water was cold. He said the snack-food would be delivered shortly and everybody should enjoy themselves.

“Hello, young lady,” said a pleasant male voice. I looked around. It was Max escort istanbul Shell, my thesis advisor. We chatted for a few minutes about nothing. Then I got tired of never seeing Max’s eyes because he was mostly staring at my boobs. He was like that in the office, too. He never put a move on me, he’d just stare at my chest the whole time we were meeting.

I scanned for Harry and saw him with a couple I didn’t recognize. I sauntered over. Halfway across the patio, Harry saw me coming and smiled. I put a tiny extra bit of hip into my walk, which he saw and gave me a wider smile. “Jack and Mary, this is my good friend, Alice.” We’d discussed how to label each other. I said he could call me his fuck toy if he wanted. Harry laughed but he wasn’t amused. I wanted to call him my best pussy plugger, but that didn’t go over well either. So we settled on good friends.

Mary and Jack seemed like nice folks. Both shared the intimate space around them and after a few minutes they wandered off to the bar and we were accosted by Leon. Leon had his arm draped dangerously around the bare shoulders of a young woman whose name I forget. Time was moving and I was on my third whiskey and soda. He may never have actually introduced us. Leon’s hand swung just over the woman’s right breast. When he curled his fingers in, they touched her tit. He wasn’t quite grabbing her, just brushing over her. She didn’t seem to mind.

“This is Harry and Alice,” Leon said with a big smile. “You remember. The couple I was telling you about on the way here.”

“Oh, sure,” she said. She smiled at Harry and her pink tongue came out and slid over her lower lip. She was modestly dressed, although in a while strapless summer dress, there was something about the way she held herself and looked at men that cried out slut. I stepped slightly away, signaling that while I was with Harry, I wasn’t defending my territory against all attacks. I wanted to see her in a little action. I’m always observing the dance of lust, never too experienced not to pick up some new techniques. The girl stepped closer and smiled up at Harry. She put one slender white hand on his chest, probably gauging how elevated his heart rate was getting. Her fingers curled slightly and I was willing to bet her nails were making an impression on Harry’s skin. I excused myself then to find a bathroom. The nearest one, just off the kitchen was empty and it smelled of recent sex.

By the time I stepped back on the patio, Leon and his companion were gone and Harry was surrounded by several unattached women hanging on his story. He was clearly enjoying the attention so I captured another plastic glass filled with delicious whiskey and stood near the end of the pool. The food had been laid out and there was a good deal of circulation. I discovered that some of these faculty guys had no hesitation about violating others space. There were people talking intimately with heads very close together and more than one guy paused behind me to offer the possible enticements of his crotch by sliding his pants front across my hip in the crowd surge. I was getting a little horny. A woman I didn’t recognize stood with her back half turned to me and reached one hand around behind her to rub my fanny. At first I thought it was a mistake, but when neither of us moved away, she did it again, this time sliding one finger between my cheeks. There were lots of people close by so I don’t think anyone saw her move on me, but you never know.

I was just getting into the moment when her escort took her away. I never saw either of their faces. Harry showed up then and put one friendly paw on my shoulder. I turned my head so I could take his forefinger in my mouth. I only held it for a moment, but I caught a couple of appreciative glances from folks nearby. “Having fun, babe?” I asked him

“Yep. You are doing worlds of good for my maleness quotient,” he said. “Apparently the word that you and I are together is getting around and females of this herd are deciding I must still be able to get it up.”

I laughed out loud and turned escort aksaray into him. I pressed myself full length against Harry and slid one knee up beside his leg. You’ve undoubtedly seen the kind of picture in ads. A happy romantic couple enjoying a quick body contact. Harry automatically reciprocated. I could tell he was startled and I let go. I didn’t yet know how he felt about public displays of affection. But that’s all it was, even though my breasts had raised up so my nipples, now at attention, became unencumbered by my bra and showed nice points through the fabric of my dress.

I saw our host standing nearby with his hand familiarly on the hip of a woman who was definitely not his wife. This woman was taller than George and wore a very revealing floor-length gown. She had long coal black hair that hung straight to her waist. Her hair concealed her breasts which were barely contained in two black straps that ran from the waistband of her skirt up her body and around her neck. The straps gapped dangerously whenever she moved very much and I saw her tuck one nicely shaped boob back behind the fabric. She probably had to do that a lot, when she wore that thing. Not to give a false impression, but she was the most flamboyantly dressed female present.

This was no orgy, although I did see a little mild hanky panky here and there; a man and woman embracing in the shadows. He had a hand on her ass. A woman sitting on a fellow’s lap near the bar. There was a lot of traffic around them and they talked to people in an animated fashion, but I could tell she was being careful to keep his package centered on her butt. I presumed part of his package was pressing up between her cheeks and her animation was in part to keep him excited and attentive. He wasn’t likely to move her off his lap while he was sporting a tent in his jeans, was he.

A great scream and a splash drew my attention to the pool. A woman I didn’t recognize had fallen, been pushed, or jumped into the pool. No problem, apparently, except when she stood up facing the crowd, the water had made her dress totally transparent, along with the wisp of panty under it. There she was, slightly inebriated, with her entire body on display. She wasn’t shaved and she had nice perky tits.

Naturally, some gallant if soused young man threw off most of his clothes and dove in to “rescue” the woman who started giggling with her hands over her face. The guy waded toward her, but his hard-on soon found the opening in his boxers and led the way. He took her from behind by the shoulders and there was little doubt where his erection went. It sort of startled the woman who twisted around and grabbed the guy around his neck. That slapped his erection to one side until she plastered herself against his front with a little side-to-side hip motion and his erection disappeared between them.

Embarrassed sounding giggles and other, even obscene, remarks came from the watchers. I found Harry’s hand in mine as we watched the two struggle to the shallow side of the pool and the ladder. Getting out of the water without revealing more of themselves was going to be a problem, until someone arrived with a large bath towel and wrapped them both as the rose up the ladder. The crowd went back to drinking and talking and discreetly pawing each other. A little while later Harry and I left.

“So, was our first social event a success or a dud?” I asked Harry as we drove home.

“I’m relieved. There were a few comments and I know some of my ex-colleagues made unkind remarks, but I certainly felt as accepted as always. How about you?”

I reached across and unzipped Harry’s pants. “Envy, admiration, acceptance are what I found.” I inserted my hand into Harry’s fly and found his soft penis. I began to stroke it slowly and gently. He shifted slightly to give me more room to work. Some work. Almost the best kind.

“Envy,” he repeated. “Yes there was some of that. You’re a good looker and I have to confess I’m more than a little please to have you by my side.”

“And in your bed,” I murmured. I continued my stroking and added a few touches to the sensitive area just behind his scrotum. Harry never got a full erection before we got home, but he did come, grunting softly and flexing his butt muscles. I got a tissue and cleaned him off just as we reached the driveway.

We went to bed and dreamed of erotic high-jinks to come. At least, I did.

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By way of introduction…

Annikki and I met a few years ago on an Internet forum named Speculum Pages. I had posted my first and only entry to a discussion and Annikki sent the only reply. Over the course of a few weeks and dozens of emails, we discovered we had a lot more in common than anal eroticism. Annikki is an American born and raised Israeli that went to a kibbutz summer after high school and stayed. I am a Southerner that answers proudly to the term “Redneck.” I realize that doesn’t sound like we could have anything in common, but we discovered so many connections that it was spooky. By the end of the first month, she invited me to come to Israel. By the end of the second month I accepted. The first meeting was amazing. I arrived in Tel Aviv on Shabbat evening and she could not come until Sunday morning. I left a note with an extra key at the hotel’s front desk, and was awakened by a naked goddess sliding under the covers beside me.

We both have adult children and grandchildren. So, no, Annikki and Seth are not our real names. When our love exploded on us we were both married. My wife, who supported and encouraged our relationship and became very close to Annikki, has since died. Annikki remains in a love filled 30+-year marriage. We spend a week together twice each year if at all possible. In between, we “talk” daily in Messenger, send e-cards for any reason at all, and exchange erotic writings.

Even though Annikki is an accomplished professional, has two degrees, and edits professional journal articles, when she writes erotica she adopts a stream of consciousness style devoid of punctuation, capitalization, and paragraphing. I edited her emailed note to conform to Literotica style constraints.

Annikki is only, but always, submissive in the bedroom. I am only, but always, in charge in the bedroom. Rigshee is Yiddish for laying a guilt trip on someone. The Kinneret is the Sea of Galilee. Safed is a magical mystical village in northern Israel. Pupik is Yiddish for the belly button. Cous is Hebrew and Arabic for the female genitalia. And, going “to Ireland” is not anti-Gaelic. It is our euphemism for using the toilet and comes from our second trip together. We spent a week in a small three-room cabin in an Orange grove near Nahariya. Whenever, genteel and somewhat shy, Annikki went into the bathroom; she would play a CD of Irish folk music to cover any embarrassing sounds.

Musings on The Kinneret

She wrote…

He had just opened one eye-and said in his growly morning voice, “Get back here into bed darling. I want to wake up with you beside me.”

More than willingly she curled up next to him, settled her tummy on his tush, and enjoyed snuggling in the chilly November morning. She had been up for a while and already had thoughts about how they would spend the day. So she whispered in his ear, “Are we going to see the Kinneret today? Or mosey around Safed and pick up some mystic karma in its ancient alleyways?”

“We might, and we might not.” he answered.

“Ok…” was hers. Not totally understanding the cryptic reply, she knew he was full of surprises. Some of them were whimsical, and others dark.

“You go over there to the closet and bring me my small black bag. Then get back here in bed.”

The timbre of his voice left no question about obeying or not, so she padded over to the closet in her t-shirt and bare feet and set the bag down on his side of the bed. When she saw what he took out-her face clouded over and all she could muster was, “You can’t be serious!”

“Sugar, when have I been anything BUT serious?”

He was holding a huge foil wrapped object and yes, a disposable adult diaper.

“Now,” he continued in his fully awake voice, “You have been keeping something from me and you know that is not allowed. I know you have not been “to Ireland” as you like to call it since we got here. And I know, and you know, this is not good for you so we are going to have to do something about that. Get over my knees and, no fussing.”

“Honey,” she started to say. But he put his finger to her lips and shook his head.

“Do I need to remind you who is the Boss here?”

“But,” he continued, “I will give you a choice. And this is how it goes. In either case you are going to have this suppository that I made for you up your back door. And, if it comes out before its time, its going right back in. So, don’t even think about objecting. After I am sufficiently convinced it is doing its job, you can either chose to have me put this diaper on you and stay here in bed with it on until it has done its job. Or, you can chose to stay here over my knee and take a spanking until you are ready to go to the ladies room.”

“THESE are choices?” she asked in a quaking voice.

His fingers were already busy unwrapping the sticky intruder. So his answer was just a nod and a raised eyebrow indicating she should make her choice.

A rush of air escaped escort çapa her lips, which again was only answered by a raised eyebrow.

“I am waiting…”

“But Honey!”

“NO BUTS!”

“Ok, ok. That diaper scares me, but so does the prospect of being spanked…is there a third option perhaps?”

Try as he could, he gave a small chuckle but the stern face quickly returned and he shook his head to indicate not.

She hesitated one moment more and then raised her long white t-shirt up over her quivering ass and said that she hoped he wouldn’t be TOO hard on her. A smile was his answer as the big gooey object was inserted and his hand came down hard on her waiting flesh.

She wasn’t sure how long the whole thing went on, but at some point she stopped biting her lip to ask “Can I please, please use the ladies room NOW.”

One more swat came down hard and then his long awaited “Yes”, could be heard in the silent room in the golden glow of the November morning.

“When you’re ready…come back here and we will see what the rest of the day holds in store for us. And, by the way, I love you.”

He wrote…

Annikki minced back into the bedroom. Sneaking a peek from her lowered face, she couldn’t stop her smile when she saw Seth sitting at the bed head. He was patting the space beside his hip in invitation to sit and snuggle. As she curled into him her breasts brushed his chest and side, sending a pleasant twinge from her nipples to her damp cous. She blushed a little at how turned on she had become during her treatment.

“I love you.” he said and cupped her chin to raise her lips to his. The kiss was long, tender and said everything else that needed to be said. When he broke the kiss, Seth hugged her to him and nuzzled her neck…hummingbird kisses from nape to lobe. Annikki sighed as another drop of moisture slid teasingly from her blossoming love lips. His hands stroked down her back and when he cupped her tush she stiffened into him.

“Ah. Ok, turn over here and let me see.”

With just a little apprehension, Annikki turned to lounge across his out-stretched legs. Her glowing tush was centered over his languid, but thickening, cock and he could feel the hollow of her pupik on one thigh and a little smear of moisture from her cous on the other. Gently he smoothed a hand across her pink hills, just stroking.

“You are beautiful in pink. Too bad it’s already starting to fade. I can’t even make out the handprints anymore. Should I do a little touch up, just to bring the glow back to high?”

“Yes… uh, no, no!” Annikki shivered and felt another droplet escape as she tried to take back her first, instinctive, primal answer.

Smack, smack. With just a flick of his wrist, Seth delivered two light, but sharp, spanks-one to each globe. Annikki’s hissed intake was barely more audible than the sigh that followed. And she began to moan as Seth peppered her behind with rapid fire little pops. Never raising his hand more than an inch or two, he covered both cheeks as the popping sound played counterpoint to her moans. Her lustful ass wriggled with a rhythm of its own rising to each pop and ebbing with her moans. With his hand cupped and little force, the blows had more voice than sting. But, the effect on her arousal was pronounced. Like a gentle breath blown on a once dark ember, the teasingly gentle spanks brought the glow of her cheeks back to bright and the heat in her cous to high. Pop pop pop pop pop……

Annikki began to intersperse “yes” with her moans and her wriggles became squirms. Seth reached his left arm across the narrow of her back to secure her in place. Even though he knew the answer, he sent his hand questioning under her writhing tummy, to the confluence of her thighs. Yes, the stream was there, wetting his intruding fingers. One strum on her emerging clit and Annikki’s thighs parted, closed and parted again. As her ass rose to meet his hand and her legs parted to welcome his fingers, her cheeks opened to display the valley between. Seth was drawn to the pink ring of her rear opening. Its tight dark center grew slightly larger each time his fingers stroked her clit. Like the iris of the eye; from a pinpoint in bright sun to an open seeker at midnight.

As the seductive aroma of Annikki’s arousal wafted from between her thighs, past the crinkled focus of his attention, and invaded his nostrils, Seth realized he was now stone hard. That was a conflict. It had been a while since Annikki’s early morning stirrings had awakened him and he had not yet peed. Distracted by his attentions to his love, he had ignored his bladder’s early grumbling. Now, however, the jealous bladder was becoming insistent.

He stopped the popping spanks and stroked her ass cheeks lightly for a moment, then withdrew his wet fingers. This brought a groan of surprised disappointment. Bending to kiss her warmed tush Seth whispered “Not to escort bayan istanbul worry Sugar. We’re not finished. But, someone started this lovely game before I peed. And now there is no putting it off.”

Seth pulled her back up beside him and hugged her for just a bit. When her fingers drifted to grasp his rampant cock, he cautioned her. “Uh, uh. Not now. That has to go down some so I can pee!

Come here. I’ll give you a little diversion while I let it subside.”

He led her around to the foot of the bed and directed Annikki to kneel just on the folded covers. He had to stop and admire her beauty. Kneeling upright, her back straight, she was almost classical. Her marvelous breasts perch just above her rounded tummy and her generous buttocks pose as the counterbalance behind. Yes, she was a bit better cushioned than was in favor now. But he drew his ideal from a time when desired women were femininely soft, robust, and lustful.

His softening cock and consequently insistent bladder snatched him from the reverie and he quietly reached into his case for a blindfold and the crop. Laying the crop out of sight, he secured the blindfold over Annikki’s eyes and then crossed her hands in front, just above her glistening cunt.

“No, those fingers may not go any lower.”

“Do you remember the naughty little rigshee you did on me? Back in July? About my not writing? Even to the point of writing a very erotic little scenario, to trigger me.”

“That wasn’t a rigshee! It was one of my fantasy scenes. I only wanted…”

“Shush. I’ll allow that it was both and you only have to pay for one.”

With three whistling cuts through the air with the crop Seth announced, “I’ll be back.”

Annikki knelt in silent darkness. The blindfold was very complete. She could feel, hear, smell and taste. But, not see. She could feel the soft thick covers folded under her knees, and she could feel her still racing heartbeat with her hand resting on her lower tummy. And, now that she was upright instead of laying horizontal, she could feel her juices of arousal slowly trickling down her inner thighs. She was oddly thrilled and embarrassed at the same time. She also smelled her arousal. The aroma was erotic as it mixed with the scent of her sweat. Sex sweat was much different than heat sweat or gym sweat she decided. It added to and complimented the scent emanating from her cous. And because she could smell it; she could also taste it. The combination; cous juice and sex sweat, and smell and taste, was an aphrodisiac. Her engine was still running at a high rate and the smell / taste duo kept tapping the fuel pedal. She could hear Seth emptying his bladder in the bathroom. It seemed to go on forever. Then she heard the water running as he washed. The water ran for a while. He must have chosen to brush his teeth, too. And…she could hear those three whistling cuts of the crop. That sound had found the dark corners in her head, and echoed repeatedly.

Barefooted and using his silent “stealth-mode” steps, Seth slipped behind Annikki to the other side of the bed undetected.

“Now young lady, I’m ready to deal with you.”

“Ooooof!!!” Annikki nearly yelped in surprise.

“I can be sneaky, too when it serves my purpose.” he said through a grin.

“It seems we have a disagreement about the note you sent me back in July. Sooooo, I’ll let you decide which is the final answer. I told you, you would only be punished for one and I’ll let you choose. Each one has an appropriate punishment.”

Seth held the crop in his hand again, poised to slam down on the bed with a whistle and a loud whomp.

“Was it rigshee?” Whomp

“Or was it an erotic scenario” WHOMP! WHOMP! WHOMP!

“Give me your answer now.”

Annikki was trembling. The crop frightened and intrigued her at the same time. And she really didn’t know which was making her tremble; the strange desire to feel the crop on her already sensitive ass, or the fear of three strikes with the crop, if she insisted the note was not a guilt trigger. That was the truth. Almost one hundred percent. At least ninety-five percent, anyway.

When she thought about the crop striping her bottom cheeks, there was an electric charge that ran through her; from the imagined point of impact straight to her clit. When she thought about three stripes; she felt the same charge…three times. And a little flip in her tummy from fear adrenaline.

Seth was enthralled watching Annikki wrestle with this question. He watched her breasts bob and wobble as her breath grew rapid, and there as a slight quiver that ran across her tummy. And he breathed in deep, reveling in her aroma. Her inner thighs were slick almost to the knee and the scent filled the room.

He knew the note was an erotic scenario that she enjoyed and found exciting. If it pushed a button on his conscience for not having written anything in too long; so much the escort etiler better. The question was; for one stroke instead of three, would she falsely admit to the rigshee?

“Annikki, I need your answer.”

“Oh, Seth…this is too hard. It’s actually both! Almost all me sharing one of my scenarios with you, but a little bit rigshee because you hadn’t written anything in so long… Can I have two or four?”

“Two or Four? Ah…an average or the sum. I see.”

Seth was a bit stunned. He would not have been surprised if Annikki had stuck to the truth and accepted three strokes on principle. Nor would it have been a character flaw to admit to rigshee and take the lighter punishment. But, to ask for more than the minimum and perhaps more than the previous maximum, was…revealing. She was seduced by the thought of the crop striping her gorgeous ass…and knew one stroke would not satisfy.

“Very well then, two or four it is. And you get points for honesty…even when being naughty or sneaky or both. Now let me get you ready.”

“Seth…which is it? Two or four?” she asked, her voice touched with a little fear and a little desire.

“I’ll let you know… by the time I get to three.”

“Oh!……”

Seth pulled three pillows from the bed and piled them in front of Annikki.

“Lean forward Sugar. I’ve put some pillows down that I want you laid over. We need your bottom nice and high. No, you can’t remove the blindfold. Just reach out, and when you feel the bed… just stretch out…move your hands to the edges and your ankles to the corners.”

Annikki did as she was told. The result was exactly as he had envisioned. Her bottom was the pinnacle and her legs sloped off to the bottom corners, spread widely. Her back sloped down to the bed with her face turned to him at about the mid point in the length of the bed.

Seth retrieved the crop and stood close to the side of the bed, level with her upturned bottom.

“I think you’re ready now. Are you? “

“Y y yes, Sir. I I I’m ready.”

“Good. You know, I think you had a great idea…about four, that is. I could do two right across here…” Seth tapped the crop on the roundest, highest point on Annikki’s tush. “And, I could do the other two from the end of the bed…right in the middle, here.” Seth teased the crop end into the valley between her bottom cheeks, tickling at the crinkled center.

“No, no. Please, Sir. That’s too much.” Even as she said this, she could feel another surge of moisture escaping to dampen the pillow under her.

“Who’s in charge here?”

“You are, Sir.”

“Then I make the correction decisions, right?”

“Yes, sa Sir…please, Sir.”

“I think all four in one direction, is what I’ll do.”

Tapping the crop on the bed as he went, Seth stepped around to the foot of the bed, between her splayed legs. Now he leaned forward, parted her cheeks with thumb and forefinger, and lashed her pink ring four times… with his tongue.

The effect on Annikki was electric. Her head shot up and she reflexively stiffened as she squeezed down onto the pillows. Then she relaxed, completely…her back arched deeper and she coiled back on to her haunches, spreading her bottom cheeks in an undisguised desire for more.

He could not resist probing the center between tongue strokes, or encircling the crinkled star with his lips. And, when he reached under for her engorged cous, his hand was drenched. He found it easy to slide two fingers into her streaming cavern. As his thumb stroked and pressed her erect clit, as his fingers curled insider her. There, on the roof of her other mouth, he found the ribbed little knot of tissue he was seeking. Seth curled and released his fingers, rhythmically, in the “come” hand signal. And that’s what Annikki did.

Annikki was panting. All the tension broke at once. She softly moaned between pants. Her thighs were trembling and there was a small puddle in the indentations her knees made in the bed. Annikki’s tight pink ring opened and closed on Seth’s tongue…like a hungry babe’s mouth on a nourishing nipple. She was thrusting her bottom back onto Seth’s tongue and her cunt tried to swallow his hand.

“Ahhhhh, oh, yes, yes Seth…yes, mmmmmm, yessssssh.”

Seth rose from Annikki’s bottom and moved to the bedside. He took her hand and placed the crop in it. Leaning into her ear he whispered, “This is yours now. When you want it, bring it to me and just say a number. One or Two or Three or Four.” And he kissed her deeply.

“Now I have a love chore for you”

Annikki’s pulse was just beginning to recede as she felt his weight shift the bed. He was in front of her…close…she could smell the masculine musk rising from his crotch. Then she felt the bed sink right in front of her blindfolded eyes and his legs come to rest over each of her outstretched arms.

“Just so you don’t try to remove the blindfold. And…this is a no-hands chore.”

She felt a soft, fleshy, touch on her nose that trailed down to her mouth. When his semi-erect cock reached Annikki’s lips, her tongue darted out to taste a viscous drop of his pre-cum. She rolled the taste around in her mind for a moment. Not sweet. Not salty. Definitely male. She sucked lightly, hoping for more, and he entered her mouth.

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Korey had stayed away from Sarah for the remainder of the afternoon, fighting with himself over what to do. In the end, he decided he would be stupid not to go to her room. He waited in his room until just after 10, then went to her room. Streams of light shined from under her door, so he pushed it open no longer fearing he would wake her.

She is sitting on the bed, watching her TV, but shuts it off when he enters. Korey suddenly felt nervous, something Sarah clearly didn’t feel. She stood up, showing a pair of tight, aquamarine panties that matched her bra. Korey felt his cock harden and his confidence increase as she pulls him into a deep, passionate kiss.

“Now,” she whispers into his ear, “Let me show another of my fantasies.”

She begin another passionate kiss, as her hand snaked across his sculpted chest. Eventually it begins to work it’s way down. Briefly rubbing gentle circles around his abs, before she expertly puts into his pants. Her smooth, soft hand begins to gently stroke his hardened cock as she continues the passionate kissing.

A small moan escapes his lips. Her slow, methodical stroking gradually speeds up causing him to lose himself in desire. After several moments of stroking, she breaks off the kiss allowing him to quickly remove his shirt. Her humid breath increases his arousal as she places several kisses on his neck, before returning to his ear.

“Now the real fun,” she whispers in a sultry tone.

She quickly removes her hand from his pants, unbuttons them and then inhales his entire member escort sınırsız in a single fluid motion. Korey almost shot his load into her mouth, as she begins to gently suck on his cock. Spittle escapes from her lips as she picks up speed. Unable to contain himself any longer, Korey pulls her off, then picks her up by the waist.

He drops onto the bed, shoves her panties to the side and inserts 2 fingers into her dripping pussy. A moan escapes her lips as he slowly begins to finger her. Her tight, velvety pussy clings to his fingers like Ivy to a brick as her moans become louder and louder.

“Oh, God. Oh, God. Oh, God,” she howls in primal pleasure.

Korey furiously drives his fingers into her pussy, as he slowly moves a hand across her smooth, silky stomach to her small, firm boobs. He pulls down her bra and gently traces small patterns around her nipples. Reaching the point of no return, Sarah screams in carnal desire as her pussy latches onto his fingers. As she begins to come down, Korey removes his fingers and plunges his cock in.

Sarah screams louder than before as she sits and wraps her arms around him. Her fingernails rake across his back as he thrusts harder and harder into her warm, velvety snatch. Eventually, she lets go and falls back onto the bed. Seizing the opportunity, Korey traces patterns around her left nipple. After a brief moment, he switches to the right and gently starts to suck her left nipple. Her moans increase.

Several long minutes escorts pass, before he pulls his cock from her pussy. Instantly, Sarah’s full lips are wrapped around as she does several rapid bobs. He turns around, wrapping his arms around her waist, as he fucks her doggy style. The sounds of their fucking filled the room. He grabs her by the ponytail, driving her back on his thick, cock.

She fucks him back. Hooking an arm around her neck, he kisses her as her orgasm rips through her body. This sets off his own as he drives his entire shaft into her pussy, holding it there as he came. They untangle themselves and lay down next to each other. Sarah’s hazel eyes are sparkling with happiness. She reaches over him, rummages in her nightstand for something and retrieves a small, sliver vibrate.

Eyeing him, she provocatively sucks on toy. Despite having just blown his largest load ever, Korey felt his cock start to get hard. Sarah inserts the toy into her still sopping pussy, before putting into her ass. Korey watched as she rapidly fucked her ass with the small toy. He gave her kiss on the neck, before whispering to her, “I got something better.”

She gives him a grin, before removing the toy from her ass. She grabs his hard member and guides him to her tight asshole. He struggles for a few minutes, before the tip of his cock enters her tight hole. A gasp escapes her lips. He pushes slightly deeper, before pulling back to just the tip. He repeats several more times before getting his entire cock inside the escort gecelik tight slice of heaven.

The opportunity to pull out never happens as Sarah drives herself up and down on his member. A consistent moan fills the room. Korey lays down on his back, grabbing the vibrator as he does. He runs his hand over the toy until he finds the on/off switch, which he clicks. The toy buzzes with life as shoves it her pussy. Convulsions rack her body as another orgasm rips through her body.

It causes her clench her ass, wildly increasing his pleasure and the chance he was about to come. She was keenly aware he was about to cum inside her ass, so she quickly removes herself. Instead engulfing his cock with her mouth. She goes all the way down, sucks in her cheeks and throws Korey over the edge.

Thick ropes of cum erupt from his pulsating cock. Sarah swallows every drop, then rolls over. Korey worms his way behind her and both drift off into a peaceful slumber. Morning sunlight peeks through the curtain as Korey groans himself awake. He tried to find his glasses, but can’t.

“You’re awake,” a voice from the door says.

“Yes,” Korey answers as she gives him his glasses, followed by a cup of coffee.

He takes a long sip of the slightly bitter coffee. They sat in silence, each one finishing their coffee. Korey stared at the freckles on her face, she hated them but they were one of his most favorite things about her.

“I have got classes today. You want a ride,” Korey asks.

“I don’t have any today, but if you want you can drop me off at the mall. I am going to see my sister,” she answers.

“Sure, no problem,” He says as he offers to take her cup to the kitchen. She gives him her cup as he heads downstairs.

“Next time, we’ll use these,” she says, showing Korey a pair of pink fur handcuffs.

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It wasn’t going out until I got the call. I can’t say why, but I just decided not to. About 10:40 or so some friends called from a bar and asked what I was up to. Since they called, I thought what the hell. My friend Dan told me that his girlfriend Tracey was up from Pullman and brought Malia, one of her sorority sisters, up with her to party. Dan has always been willing to hook a brotha up – and based on the things she’d told him before they left his place, he had a pretty good idea that Malia was looking to put out and, because he is a nice guy, he really didn’t want to send her home with some stranger they met at the bar and really wasn’t trying to have some stranger come over to fuck in his living room. I can respect that. So I guess after the third guy pushed up, he asked her about the kinds of guys she likes and, after hearing what she had to say, told her she should meet me.

Initially, I really didn’t have any plans for going out. I met some friends for dinner and drinks earlier in the evening, but was back home by 9:00, reading a little, and trying to decide if I wanted to go downtown to brave the crowds. In all honesty, it wasn’t an appealing thought. I’m more of a house party guy or party with friends guy than going out on the town guy. And it’s snowy, icy, and cold out here. Finally, while it’s a lot easier on New Years Eve, the thought of paying for drinks and putting in work for sex just wasn’t appealing to me tonight. Especially with the crowds. I told Dan if he could get me in the Spark without a cover or compelling me to stand in line, I was game. He called me back in five minutes and told me to go to the front of the line.

The drive down was rather cold. I didn’t really give my truck much time to warm up and wanted to get there to check this girl out. He told me that he thought I’d like her, and was sure that she’d like me. Of course, he also said that she was drunk and intent on getting laid. And the more she drank, the more she wanted to fuck. Apparently, she’d been dumped by her ex over Xmas for some other sorority chick. It made me glad that I wasn’t in Pullman anymore, really, as that whole scene really boggled my mind.

It took a few minutes to find a place to park, but by 11:30, I had parked and amazingly gotten in the door. A few folks in line were given the bouncers shit, but Ant, one of the bouncers I’ve known for a few years, gave me a slap on the hand and told me to have a good time as I walked through the door. They didn’t even charge me the cover.

No sooner was I in the door than Dan was heading my way with a rum and coke. “Good to see you, man. Look, we have the table over there. Malia is the one with the little blue outfit on,” he said, pointing over to the make-shift vip section.

“Cool, thanks,” I said, taking the drink from his hands, taking a sip, and following him back. I couldn’t help but to be a little awe-struck. She was hot as fuck. She had kind of dark caramel skin, which I later found out was because her father, who was from Brazil, had a Brazilian father and Pakistani mother. They met in college here in the US and stayed. She was about 5’6″, but at least three of those inches were from her shoes, and she had long kinky-curly hair pulled behind her neck. She was wearing a sleeveless blue dress that had sequins sewn into it and it ended about half way down her thighs. As we got to the table, all I could think about was leaving with her.

Dan introduced me to her and I extended my hand, she took it, held on to it, and asked me to dance. So with no other words, we hit the floor. Now I’m not that in to dancing, but I figured what the hell, it’s almost 2008, so I might as well shake my ass a little. The music sucked, but it had rhythem and a good beat, so I followed her lead. In no time, I was sweating, unbuttoning my shirt, and having a good time. She was escort çapa into close dancing and was all up on me, facing away with her ass on my crotch, turned towards me with her hands exploring my chest and stomach, and I returned the favor. As she rubbed her ass on me, my cock responded appropriately. I was initially embarassed, but she seemed into it, so I grabbed her hips, sometimes running my hands up her sides, one hand reaching around to caress her from belly to boobs, the other playing in and pulling on her hair.

At 11:55, the DJ announced the last song, a slow song, before the final countdown. We hadn’t spoken more than 5 words to one another and were embracing each other, kissing, and groping each other on the dance floor. My hands roamed over her ass and I slid her dress up far enough to allow my hand to slide between her legs from behind, only to discover that she wasn’t wearing panties. I can’t say I was surprised, but I ran my middle finger between her lips, then let her dress fall again as the DJ announced it was almost time for the countdown. We made it back to the table with Dan and Tracey as the 30 second countdown started with the DJ counting over Dick Clark, who didn’t sound all that hot anyhow, recovering from the stroke and all.

We were sitting next to each other, my arm around her, and I think we counted down to about 15 together before she bit my chin. I kissed her forcefully, first biting her lip, then pulling it into my mouth, pulling her closer to me as I did, my right hand behind her and in her hair, my left under the table on her knee, then up her dress, then pressing on her clit, then inside her. We continued to kiss and grope at one another as the DJ played some techno version of Auld Laung Syne. My middle finger was moving in and out of her as we kissed passionately.

As Auld Lang Syne came to a finish, I broke our kiss, looked at Dan and Tracey and said, “I think we are gonna get outta here. You two sticking around?”

“Naw, we’re heading home,” Dan said, his hand somwheere under the table on Tracey’s lap. I assumed he had been doing just as I was, as Tracey was breathing hard and her face was flushed red. “Malia, do you need your stuff? I think it’s in my car, otherwise Kyle can follow us to my place and you can grab it.

“Yeah, I think it’s in the back seat,” she said, looking at me, “we going?”

I got up, held out my hand, and she clutched it tightly as we manuvered out of Spark, following Dan and Tracey. We walked to Dan’s car, got Malia’s bag, then to my truck, a block away. Dan offered us a ride, but it didn’t make sense to me. Of course, I wasn’t trying to navigate the icy sidewalk in 3 inch heels, but Malia didn’t mind.

Sweat rose off her body as I opened the door to my truck for her. Watching her climb up into the cab was a little funny. My truck is a Dodge Ram 1500, 4×4, with a 3 inch lift kit. She climbed it like a ladder, and I stood behind her in case she slipped. With on knee on the seat, however, she slipped a little and I caught her, my hands on her thighs. She placed the other knee on the seat, but didn’t move.

I looked around to the left and right, only saw a few folks wandering around, and slowly slide my hands up her thighs to her ass, her dress sliding up with my hands. She kneeled down on the seat and her pussy was inches from my face. She was bare and beautiful and without a second thought, I put my mouth on her sweet mound and pushed my tongue between her lips. My left hand slid over her ass and I pushed my index and middle finger inside her from behind as I ate her pussy, then licked over her asshole, and licked back between her lips and clit. I almost stopped as I heard folks walking behind us, but said fuck it. If they wanted to watch, more power to em.

It took less than 5 minutes escort bayan istanbul for me to make her cum, which was quite the noisy event, and by that time, my celly was buzzing. As she lay on my bench seat breathing, I shut the door and answered the phone, nodding to a guy and his girlfriend who watched me bring Malia to climax. He was giving me the thumbs up, and the girl he was with had a look that expressed desire and disgust at the same time. As the dude turned away, I gave her a wink and purposely dropped one of my cards. As I started the truck, I watched her break away from him as he walked into the Ridpath, walk over, and pick the card up. I wondered if she’d call as I called Dan back. Apparently Sam, a chick he worked with, was having a house party and he wanted to see if we were game. Unfortunately, I had other plans.

As I pulled off the curb, Malia was across my lap working on my belt and the top button of my jeans. Payback, I guess. We were half way to my apartment as she finally got my cock out of my pants and held it while sucking and licking on the head. It was hard to concentrate on the road as she went down on me, but I managed. Something was missing, however, as I like a little more than lips and tongue when getting head.

“Don’t stop what you’re doing, Malia,” I told her firmly, “and don’t try to draw blood, but I want to feel your teeth too.”

She started bobbing her head up and down on my cock, her teeth softly scraping my shaft and head, torturing the underside of my cocks head, as a hand slid into my jeans to fondle my balls. It made driving home hard as fuck. I tried to focus on the road and, although it was hard to stay in the lane and I thought some cop was going to pull me over for drunk driving, I made it back to my place and parked the truck on the curb, throwing my head back as my hands moved from the steering wheel to Malia’s hair as she worked her mouth over my cock. She was taking me deeper into her mouth now that we’d stopped driving, and I almsot cum when I felt the head of my cock hit her throat. She gagged slightly, causing her throat to close a little on my cock, but she stayed at it and about the third time she did another gag and closed her throat on my cock, I felt the surge. As she pulled her lips back to the head of my cock, I lost it in her mouth.

My orgasm was something of a surprise to her. I tend to not be a noisy lover, so she didn’t have much of a verbal indication, and she was so focused on what she was doing to me, I don’t think she noticed the tension in my cock. She struggled to keep up with the cum that was shooting into her mouth. I don’t know why I came so much. I’d just jacked off that afternoon and had gotten off a few nights ago while talking with someone on the computer, but it was as if my cup ranneth over. After about the fourth spurt, it subsided. She kept sucking on my cock as it went half-soft, then let it fall from her mouth and looked up at me.

“Grab your bag. My house is the cream one – the stairs are around the right of the house,” I told her.

Without saying a thing, she grabbed her bag off the floor of the cab and got out of the truck. I slid my cock back in my boxer-briefs then buttoned and zipped my pants. I didn’t bother with the belt, as i didn’t expect my pants to stay on long, but I didn’t want them falling down in the 14 degree weather.

I followed her up the stairs and as we got to my door, pressed my body into hers and reached from behind her to unlock and open the door. She squirmed a little, her ass pressing against me again, and as the door opened, paused for a moment before slowly stepping away from me. She walked to the back of my couch, threw her bag to the ground, and held on to the couch as she unfastened her shoes and kicked them away. She had really sexy feet, and escort etiler her toenails were painted to match the blue of her dress. I slid behind her after closing the door, pulled her hair to the right, baring her left shoulder and neck, and bit her shoulder, then neck, then ear. She tried to move her hand behind her, to top of my pants, but I took them and put them on the back of the couch, then pulled her left earlobe between my lips, my hands moving to her hips. She tried again to move her hands to my pants, pushing them between where my hardness was pressing against her ass, and I grabbed her wrists a little harder this time, moving her hands to the couch.

I released her earlobe from my lips and sternly whispered, “Keep them here. If I want you to move them, I’ll tell you to.” She was a little shocked, as funny look flashed across her face, but i think the orgasm I’d given her earlier left her wanting more. She obeyed. In reflection, I think she has also been a little more used to being in charge. Fraternity boys are kind of punks, and I tend to be a little more in control.

My lips moved back to her earlob and I let go of her wrists, leaving her hands planted on the back of my couch. My own hands moved up to the back of her neck, unzipping her little dress. “Let it fall off you,” I told her. More of a command than a request. She complied, lifting her hands from the couch to let the dress slide down her sexy body, then replacing them on the couch. She was wearing a thin-strapped bra that I unclasped and told her to let fall as well. Again, she complied. I stepped back, took off my own shirt, then admired what was in front of me.

‘Bend over some,” I told her. Again, she complied and I admired her perfect ass. I like a nice ass, and hers was nice. I walked around her, from side to side, inspecting her. She had a nice pair of caramel b-cup breasts and what looked like the beginning of a little… pouch belly. Sexy, though, with curves in all the right places. Standing behind her again, I slid off my own shoes then pushed my pants and boxers down and stepped out of them. She turned her head to look at me, my cock already hard, and I stepped behind her and slapped her ass with my open palm. “Look straight ahead,” I told her, “out the window.”

She gave a slight yelp and turned her head, looking out the window, as I stepped behind her. My cock was rock hard and already leaking precum. Holding my cock in my left hand, I let it touch her skin at the top of where her ass cheeks met, then slid the head of my cock between her cheeks and slid it over her asshole and to her pussy. Standing behind her, I pushed my head between her lips, past her opening, and rubbed her clit with it. She was so wet it was crazy. Then I slid back to her opening and pushed part-way inside her. Malia was tight, very tight. I moved my hands to her hips and held on. pulling her to me as I trust completely inside her. She gave a moan of pleasure, and I started thrusting in and out of her. In less than a minute, she’d cum, and was shaking and moaning as I continued to pound into her from behind. Her fingers dug into the back of my couch as she struggled to hold herself up, her knees shaking, her pussy drenching, and me slamming into her from behind, my balls slapping against her with each thrust.

We fucked like that for about a half an hour, and she came about three more times, before I finally came, pulling myself from her and shooting my load on her back and ass. I know it wasn’t smart to fuck without a condom, but I wasn’t going to be really stupid and cum insid her.

“Come on,” I told her, lets get a towel.

She followed me to the bathroom, I threw a towel at her and she asked if I minded if she take a shower. Nodding, I left her in the bathroom and opened the adjoining door to my bedroom.

No sooner did I fall asleep, it seemed, then was I waking, about to cum. She woke me up with a blowjob. I was impressed.

We fucked, made love, and fucked, alternating, moving, and sexing until about 4:30 this morning. And at the moment, she’s making me something to eat in the kitchen. We’ll have to see where things go with this one.

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It was just another boring “last Thursday of the month” board meeting, and I was really wasn’t looking forward to the typical petty bullshit, the accusations of over spending, the idiotic questions of fiscal responsibility, blah blah blah. So as I slumped into the cafeteria style chair I wondered how long I would go without yawning, or at least without yawning with my mouth open. I hate these meetings even more than the obligatory semi-monthly meetings at work with my superiors, who I consider all to be self-praising blowhards.

As I gazed at the agenda sheet laid out in front of me and all the other board members, I noticed there was a new guest who was to attend the meeting. The guest was a lady and her name was Neena Khosla. The meeting started as soon as she attended. Wow she was a real stunner in her structure and looks, longish hair and what appeared to be a killer body. Suddenly all of my tiringness and boringness had vanished.

As she placed her papers on the podium she glanced around the room, filling the room with her warm smile and air of confidence. And then it happened; she locked eyes with me and I melted into butter. I heard nothing she said throughout her presentation. I couldn’t stop thinking about her hair, her face, her clothes, her clothes off, her small, but perky breasts, her… well, her everything. She completed her presentation, answered some silly ass questions and then thanked everyone for allowing her to come to the meeting. The President asked her if she would like to stay for the remainder of the meeting and join everyone for the wine and a small party held afterwards. She said sure and proceeded to take a seat directly across the room from me. She gave me a quick, slight smile as she sat down, crossing her legs ever so slowly. Wow, and what legs they were; muscular, yet feminine. She glanced over at me and our eyes locked. She smiled and I returned it. She tugged on her skirt attempting to pull it down over her crossed knees. A futile attempt at best. Probably done out of habit, or purposely to make me stare at her, I thought. And then it happened. I thought it was accidental at first, but when I looked up at her escort sefaköy eyes, she was smiling at me. She had slowly uncrossed her legs and slightly spread her knees apart. Squarely at me was her essence, she was wearing no underwear and when she saw me look up at her, she spread her legs just a little bit further apart, and now I knew for sure. It was on purpose and it was beautiful.

What, oh what will happen next, I thought.

Abruptly, the meeting ended. Well, it seemed abrupt to me as I was lost in time enjoying the view. I awkwardly pushed back my chair and stood. The room cleared fast as the old bitties shuffled off to the cocktail room. I found myself alone in the room with Ms. Neena.

“Uh, nice um, presentation Ms. Khosla,” I stammered. She laughed and it was music to my ears; warm, genuine and somehow very erotic and sensual.

“Neena. Call me Neena,” she smiled back at me.

“Neena. I’m Akash,” I introduced myself.

“Akash. Let’s get some wine and entertain these silver-haired comrades of yours.” With that, she strolled out of the room in front of me. And all I could think of was she was wearing no panties under that skirt. I admired the way her full round ass smoothly slid from side to side as she stepped out.

I did try to mingle with my board co-members. Tried. But my attention was constantly on Neena. Where was she? Who was she talking to? Where were those panties? I caught glimpses of her chatting with this old fart and that one, but every time I looked over, she was looking at me.

Suddenly, she is at my side. “Wanna go for a walk?” she whispered in my ear. “Do I ever!” I thought to myself. Out loud, I casually said, “Sure. Where to?”

We walked along the corridor of the floor which was mostly empty due to the time which was well past evening. We saw the store room and thought of exploring it. Neena felt along the back wall and found the light switch. The room was roomy and windowless. There was a boot bench along the back wall. Without a word, Neena grabbed me and pressed her body against mine, pushing me against the wall. escort bayan She pushed her soft lips in mine and kissed me. I was stunned and barely kissed back.

She ran her hands along my back, over my ass, around the front and up my chest. Still holding the kiss, she pushed her hands under my shirt and moaned when she felt my skin. Her hands have somehow left my chest and were massaging my crotch.

When I had just about ran out of air, she pulled back. The look on her face was one of an animal. The soft, professional, conservative look was replaced by one of hunger and passion. “What the hell,” I thought as I throwed caution into the wind and grabbed her. I pulled her in and ran my hands along her side, then up to her breasts. I boldly grabbed her tits. She threw her head back and moaned again. I put my hands on her shoulder and guided her to the bench in the back. Forcefully, I made her sit. Next, I got down on my knees and forced her legs apart. Icould see that wonderful view of her essence again. This time, I would not settle for a teasing look! I pushed her skirt up to expose her. She settled back, spread her legs wider and got comfortable.

I moved my face forward until my nose was right in her pussy. She smelled sweet. I could see the glistening wetness of her need. I inserted a finger, cautiously at first, but when she pushed against my hand, I knew what she wanted. I pushed the finger all the way in and began to finger-fuck her. She moaned. I used two fingers, then three. She was thrusting her hips into me, going for it. Harder and harder. Faster and faster. Deeper. With a harsh scream, she came. I was still as her juices flowed all over my hand. When she was done, I pulled his hand out and licked my fingers. Before I could clean himself completely, she took my hand to her mouth and finished the job for me.

I had made her cum once, but I wanted one more. I put his face in there and licked, slowly. I started on one inside thigh and moved up toward her pussy; then past it and down the other thigh. Neena moaned again. “Man, this woman is an animal!” I thought. I know what she wanted. Enough teasing, escort atakent I go in there and eat her out. She squirms and wiggles, guiding my tongue where she needs it. Suddenly, she grabs my head and held it, pressing me into her more. She shot her cum all over my face.

I got to have her now. I was about to burst in my suit. She senses this and quickly undoes my pants. They fall to the ground as she ripped my briefs off. She saw my hard, full cock and her eyes light up. She puts her hands on my ass and pulls me towards her. First, she licked the cock in her face. I was not in the mood to play; I wanted my cock sucked on and she wants to do it. As I pushes into her, Neena takes it all in. She sucks and licks, playing with my balls as she enjoyed me. I wass getting close and what I really wanted to do is cum deep inside her. I pushed her head away and pulled her up. I spun her around, against the wall. She understands and braces herself. I lifted her skirt and lines up. My cock was so wet and hard, and she is so wet and ready, it enters with no problem. I entered her with a sudden thrust. She softly screams out. I pulled out and entered again, harder. She bucks back harder. My hands were on her ass, spreading her cheeks so that I can have a clear view of myself entering her. Now they are in a rhythm. In and out, fucking hard and steady. I was very close but wanted to hold out longer. This was so hot and exciting, hot sex in a closet with a stranger; a hot, sexy stranger. Too late; I was going to cum. I fucked hard and deep for one last thrust. Neena can sense it and she starts to cum, too. I held it still inside her and we both cum with a groan.

After we calm down for a moment, we quickly dressed. One quick look at each other and we got ready to leave the closet. I opened the door cautiously. No one is around. I slipped out and motioned to Neena. We left the room, she headed for the Ladies room, I back to the party.

I joined back into a conversation with others. A few minutes later, I noticed Neena returning to the party and saw her chatting with our President. Jules looked over at me briefly and winked.

It was only then I realized we had gone through the entire experience exchanging no words; just lust noises. A while later, I realized she had left the party. A little disappointed, but still loving the allure of the whole event, I got ready to leave. As I drove home, I wondered how it all happened in such a short span of time.

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I hope Mr. Carter isn’t visiting, Layla thought, as she entered the Good Shepherd Nursing Home to visit her mother. It’s seems he’s always here when I am. Before entering the room, she heard her mother’s voice.

“Mrs. Carter, would you please lower the sound on your TV? I feel as though I’m sitting in Judge Judy’s courtroom.”

“I have the sound at a level at which I can hear. If you didn’t watch those stupid cooking shows all the time you might be more civil.”

“If you don’t turn the sound down I’ll have Ms. Sally come in here.”

“Good afternoon Mrs. Carter. Good afternoon mother. Are you two having another spat?”

The two old ladies were separated by a white curtain and a distance of about twenty feet. Her mother sat rigid in her wheel chair, her hands grasped the arms of the chair in a steel grip, and had a scowl on her face.

“Don’t talk to her Layla. Please get me out of here, that…that woman’s TV is driving me deaf and insane.” She lifted her arms, faced her daughter hugged and kissed her. Layla pushed her chair to the door.

“Woops! Excuse me Mrs. Simpson. I didn’t see you coming. It’s nice to see you again Layla.” He stepped back with a gorgeous smile on his handsome face.

Layla nodded waiting for him to step out of the way. I know he’s a widow like me. How can he be such a hunk? I wonder if he’s seeing someone.

Layla rolled her eyes. “I’m sorry. I’m under some stress,” she said looking at him.

He nodded. “I understand.”

She pushed her mother down the hall.

* * *

“Mother, you and Melissa have to find a way to live together without fighting all the time,” Layla said as they sat at a table in the dining area.

“I can’t stand her blaring TV, and her holier than thou attitude. I want you to get me transferred to another room.”

“You’ve already changed roommates twice this year and there are no available beds. You are going to have to stay where you are and make friends with her.”

“Make friends with her over my dead body.”

“Do you want to be transferred to another nursing facility?”

“No, I like it here and I was here first. She’s nothing but a barbaric interloper.”

“There must be something the two of you have in common. You both like to play cards, knit, and crotchet.” Layla looked at her stubborn mother.

“I wouldn’t play cards with someone like her; she probably cheats.”

“Mother, you don’t know that. You more than likely haven’t spoken a civil word to her since she moved in with you.”

“Shh, here they come.”

“Do you mind if we join you? Harry asked standing behind his mother’s wheel chair.

“No we don’t want you here,” Shirley said.

Layla stood looking at Melissa and Harry. “I apologize for my mother’s behavior. Please join us. We need to talk about the civil war going on in their room.”

“Thank you I agree.” He pushed his mother next to Shirley and sat beside Layla.

He acts like such a gentleman? He’s tall, handsome, athletic, and loves his mother. “Do you think we can negotiate a truce of some kind?”

“I was thinking the same thing since there’s no place in this facility for them to move. Can I get you some coffee?” He stood looking deep into her blue eyes.

“Yes please, my mother and I both drink decaf with two creams and two sweeteners.”

He nodded and walked to the area where the coffee and condiments were located.

Layla watched his great butt as he walked toward the coffee. She turned to Mrs. Carter, “Do you like to play cards?”

“As a matter of fact I do but no with her.” She glanced at Shirley.

“Who said I would ever play a game of cards with you?”

“Harry returned with the coffee and distributed it before sitting down accidently bumped Layla’s arm.

She felt a jolt of electricity surge through her body at the incidental tap.

“I’ve asked the nurse to bring us a deck of cards. Would you like to play a game of Kings in the Corner?” Harry asked.

“No!” The two older ladies said together.

“Thank you for the coffee. I think card’s is a great idea. Maybe our mother’s might get to know each other a little better in a different situation.” Layla took a sip of her coffee.

“We might get to know each other too.” He cast a charming smile at Layla.

He has a smile that ought to melt the heart of my mother it certainly has an effect on me.

* * *

Layla expertly shuffled and dealt the first hand and her mother won on her first turn.

She looked at Melissa with a smirk on her face.

“I’d better cut the cards next time it looks like we have a card shark among us.” Harry said with a grin.

Shirley shuffled and Layla cut, before the cards were deftly passed to each player.

“It must be nice to be able to shuffle and deal that escort tesettürlü well. With my arthritis I can’t do that.” Melissa looked at her knurled hands.

“I’ve been playing cards since I was a child. I’m sorry about your arthritis.”

“Me too. I taught Harry everything he knows.”

“Everything mother?’ He smiled lovingly at her. “Did you ladies come to play cards or shoot the bull?” Harry elbowed Layla in the ribs.

She smiled. She enjoyed his male manner and the elbow sending another wave of current through her. I wonder if it means something besides the obvious. It was the only the second time they’d touched except to shake hands. His well kept hand and nails, and the lack of a wedding ring pleased her.

The second hand took much longer and all of them made comments about how bad their cards were. Harry went out first.

“What’s the idea Harry? Gentlemen are supposed to allow ladies to win especially your mother. I was going to go out on my next turn.” Melissa said throwing her cards into the pile.

“Mom, all’s fair in love and cards.” He chuckled, mixed the cards and beamed at Layla.

Layla and he touched hands as she cut the cards. For the third time she felt the power of his touch. He has soft, smooth hands and his after shave was heavenly. He’s well kept for a man his age.

Play went quickly with the number of wins about even.

“Shirley, Melissa, it’s time for lunch,” an aid said.

“Where has all the time gone,” Shirley asked looking around the table.

“Time flies when you’re having a good time.” Melissa looked at Shirley.

Layla and Harry glanced at each other.

“You ladies do know that two can play this game?

“Of course, Harry, do you think we’re ninnies? His mother asked.

“While our mothers eat may I treat you to lunch?”

She looked at him with anxiety because of his affect on her. She hesitated.” Ya…yes, thank you that would be nice.”

* * *

Harry offered his arm as they walked to the parking lot, Layla took it.

She thought they made a good looking couple: she was a five foot six inches tall blond, and he stood something over six meet with brown-gray hair. I wouldn’t mind this being a permanent picture she thought. “It seems as though the cards may have stopped or at least improved the relations between our mothers.”

“It seems that way and I hope it continues. Do you have a preference for lunch? There’s a dinner near here I frequent you might like.”

“Since you’re treating, I’ll let your decide. Don’t drive too fast. I don’t like to go fast or in a lot of traffic.”

“I’ll drive carefully and the speed limit. I don’t want to lose you,” he said with a twinkle in his eye.

I hope that statement has a double meaning. Layla thought, as she got into her Camry.

He carefully led her to Millie’s dinner on Tappan’s Road. It was in an older home surrounded by pine trees. “It’s difficult to find a restaurant that isn’t part of a chair,” he said as she joined him in the parking lot.

Upon entering Millie’s a young lady behind the counter said, “Harry, it’s nice to see you. Would you like a table for two?”

“Yes that would be nice. Sandra this is Layla Simpson.

“Nice to meet to you Layla, Harry is one of our best customers. What would you like to drink?” She asked as they sat.

“I’d like some decaf coffee.”

“I’ll have the same.” He sat across from her with his elbows on the table.

She liked the way he looked at her. His handsome face and brown eyes were a picture of a confident likeable male.

The restaurant was decorated in a pleasant homey style. She could tell the interior had been designed by a woman.

“What do you do when you’re not visiting your mother?” He learned forward as though eager to hear what she had to say.

“I’m the credit manager at the Tar Heel State Bank. I’ve been there since my late husband died. What about you?”

“I’m a salesman for a small manufacturing company that makes tools.”

They ordered and were sipping on their coffee when a beautiful buxom woman probably in her middle thirties in an apron that smelled of fresh bread came to the table and hugged Harry.

“It’s good to see you Harry and with a lady for a change.”

“Millie this is a friend of mine Layla Simpson.”

“Layla, I saw him first and I’ve got my eye on him. I’ll give you a chance but don’t take too long. A guy like Harry isn’t going to stay single much longer.”

Layla blushed. She didn’t know what to say.

Harry said, “Thank you Millie. You’ve embarrassed both of us, now you can return to the kitchen.”

“I’m just telling her the truth.” She kissed him on the cheek and walked away her slender hips swaying istanbul escort girls to and fro.

The rest of lunch was awkward. Neither of them could look the other in the eye.

In the parking lot Harry said, “I’m sorry about that. I think Millie while trying to be funny ruined our lunch. I’d like to see you again. Dinner perhaps?”

Millie’s probably right. He’s on the open market and someone with her personality and build could snatch him up. Maybe it could be me. “I’d like to have dinner some evening. Do you have a day in mind?

“I was thinking this weekend. Is Friday okay with you?”

“I don’t have anything planned. Yes, Friday will be fine.” She looked him directly in the eye. I want a change for him to see me in a more fashionable outfit.

“Good, is seven thirty too early? “

“That’ll be fine. What should I wear?”

“Dress up I have a fancy restaurant in mind.” He took her in his arms and kissed her lightly on the cheek.

* * *

Layla thought about Harry all week and the way his touch made her feel. She stood in front of the mirror drying her hair and looking at her body. Not bad for forty-seven, my breasts may not be as large as Millie’s but I’m almost in her league.

She selected a black sheath dress with a modest neck line and a hem just below the knees. It’s tight enough to accentuate my breasts and short enough to display my legs. I believe he’ll like what he sees.

He arrived at exactly seven thirty. “You’re absolutely stunning.”

“You look good in charcoal black yourself.” She turned so he could see her profile.

They talked about work and the weather on the way to Le Chalet.

The food and service were excellent and they had a good time conversing about their mothers and what they liked to do. They had two different wines and finished the meal with coffee and dessert.

At her home he walked her to the door on the front porch.

She unlocked the door. Should I ask him in? Should I let him kiss me? If I do will he expect more, and if I don’t will he feel rejected?

“Does your hesitation have a meaning?”

“Yes, no, maybe, I don’t know. I’m not used to having a handsome man wine and dine me and walk me to the door.”

“I’m not used to being with a beautiful woman, nor am I used to doing this.” He took her in his arms and kissed her.

She didn’t resist, it was wonderful. His lips were soft, moist and had a wonderful taste. She melted into his arms.

“May I come in?” He looked deep into her eyes.

“Does that mean what I think it means?” She glanced away from him.

“What do you think it means?” He pulled her tighter.

She hesitated. “I think you want to have sex with me.”

“Would that be unacceptable? You seemed to enjoy the kiss.”

“I’m not interested in a one night stand.”

“Neither am I. I’ve known you for six months and I’ve wanted to be with you since the first time I saw you.” He pushed the door open.

“I’ve thought about you too.” She stepped through the door, turned and kissed him.

They stood kissing for a long time.

Harry rubbed, scratched, and massaged her back.

Layla held him tight before she put her hands on his ass and pulled him to her.

Their kiss became more passionate. Tongues dueled and explored. They became more and more aroused.

“Can we continue in the bedroom?” He unzipped her dress and fumbled with her bra.

She led him to the bedroom and allowed him to undress her.

“You’re even more beautiful this way.” He stripped.

They fell to the bed with their hands and mouths exploring each other’s erogenous zones. Their limbs entwined along with the bed sheets they pleasured one another.

Layla hadn’t been with a man since long before her husband died, and she hadn’t realized how much she needed this kind of intimacy. He kissed her face, neck, and shoulders as his hands massage her breasts and his fingers brought her nipples to the hardness of stone and waves of pleasure swept through her body.

He moved lower and looked into her eyes with yearning.

She nodded her head and guided his face to her breasts.

He kissed and licked them until they were damp before he kissed her nipples and took one in his mouth. His tongue swirling, licking, nipping, and sucking excited her even more. He switched from one teat to the other and her fervor increased.

She placed her hand on his and moved it to her pussy.

His experience was obvious as he tickled her pubic hair.

“That tickles,” she giggled.

“It’s supposed to.” His fingers ran circles around her vulva lips and then gently back and forth across them.

“That tickles,” she giggled again.

“It’s supposed to.” His fingers moved in oval from escort özbek her outer lips in ovals, to her inner lips during another loop, and slowly glided into her wetness searching for her G-spot.

She moaned. “You do that so well.”

He continued to suckle on her teat as he explored her tunnel searching for her hidden inner place of pleasure, found it and pressed gently around it in small circles.

She moaned louder, her body tensed, and she placed her hand on his. Her moaning turned to groaning when he moved his finger to her clit.

His finger circled her honey button over and over.

She gasped, her body writhed, as her inner organs contracted faster and faster until she rose on her shoulder, lifted he hips to get closer to the pleasure, and then she exploded in all directions and she howled as she climaxed.

Harry stopped and smiled at her obvious orgasm. He waited until the tide of sexual pleasure receded.

“That was wonderful.” She opened her eyes and whispered, “I want you.” She spread her legs and raised her hips.

“Wait till I put on a condom.”

“I don’t want to wait. I’m not fertile.” She pulled him to her.

“I don’t want to either, but it’s not fair or safe for us not to use protection until we know this is what we want.”

She released him. My god he’s so thoughtful, so skilled, so endearing. She waited impatiently. Her anticipation level increased, he covered himself, and came to her. She gasped at the length, girth, and hardness of his cock

Slowly gently he slid into her, stopped, and groaned. After a moment he stroked her.

They moved in unison. There was no need to hurry to end the pleasure.

Layla thought about his good looks, his smell, his taste, the sweat sprouting on his body and the sound of his breathing. She especially liked the feel of his movements within her.

He stopped.

“What’s wrong?” She whispered in his ear.

He rose on his hands looking down at her with appreciation in his eyes. “Nothing, I want to enjoy you for as long as I can. You’re wonderful. I can’t believe we’re actually doing this. I’ve thought about it but I didn’t think it would happen.”

She reached up and ran her hands over his face and over his hairy chest. “You’re amazing. I love your good looks, the color of your eyes and hair, your taste and smell, the timbre of your voice, and your love making skills. They’re more than I hoped for.”

“For people our age this is awesome. I hope I’m pleasing you?” He dropped to his forearms and thrust into her.

“I’m the one whose worried if I’m as good as you wanted?”

Lowering himself to her body he rolled his hips in one direction and then the other. He increased his speed and slowed down. He stopped and kissed her with his tongue mating with hers. He rose again to his forearms, looked into her eyes, and said, “I’m ready.”

“Give it to me Harry. I want you too. I need you too.” She wrapped her legs around his waist.

Using the foot board, his leg, stomach, and hip muscles he plunged in and out of her wet tight pussy.

She thrilled as his cock touched all the sensitive places in her channel, and she felt him get harder and harder until just before his body went rigid and he shot spur after spurt of semen into the sheath covering him. His spasms lasted for another minute before he became flaccid and slipped from her.

They lay in each other arms in the afterglow of love making well done.

I didn’t know how much I missed this kind of intimacy. I hope he enjoyed our love making as much as I did.

They cuddled and kissed for a long time when Layla felt his cock hardened again. “Harry, I want you again.”

He gave her what both of them wanted.

* * *

Three months later they walked into their mother’s room together.

“Mother, Melissa we have something to tell you. First, we’re both pleased you’re getting along so well now, and second, Harry and I are going to marry. We hope you approve.”

“Well it’s about time,” Shirley raised her arms and pursed her lips.

“What’s taken you so long Harry? Congratulations, she’s a wonderful woman and I’m pleased you finally discovered that.”

They exchanged hugs and kisses with each other.

“How soon are you going to get married?” Shirley asked looking back and forth between them.

“Yes, Shirley and I have been planning your wedding for the past several months. We’d like you to hold it here with us our friends and relatives.”

“Do you mean you two knew about our interest in each other?”

“Your fascination with each other was as apparent as steel shaving being attracted to a magnet,” Shirley said.

“Yes, we don’t know why it’s taken you so long. Neither are getting any younger you know.”

Everyone laughed.

The wedding was held a month later in the recreation room of the nursing home. The room was full of residents and close friends of both families. They honeymooned on Maui in the Hawaii islands. Like a young couple they didn’t spend much time seeing the sights because they were still not tired of their new found sex lives.

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