Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Before Sophia could react, I stepped in and pulled her close with my free hand around her waist. I leaned my head down and passionately kissed her. My tongue prodded her lips until she parted them and let my tongue into her mouth. I could still taste the sweetness of the wine on her tongue as she gave in to my kiss. With my other hand, I turned the wand on. It hummed to life and I thrust it between her legs even as we stood. A squeak of surprise escaped her lips, followed by a moan muffled by the kiss. She reached her arms around me in a hug, pressing her breasts against mine.

My lips left hers, traveling down to her delicate neck, but stopping to nibble gently at her earlobe first. I kissed and nipped at her neck while pressing the wand against her clit. The vibrations were on the lowest setting to ease her into it, but it was enough to get quite a good reaction out of her.

“Oh my god,” I heard Sophia say under her breath.

I felt her legs tremble and she held onto me a bit tighter.

“Do you like that?” I whispered.

“Y-yes Miss R-Rose,” she stammered. “That feels really good.”

“And we’re only just getting started,” I purred.

The warmth of skin to skin contact was almost too good to let go of, but I backed away suddenly, vibrator still buzzing away in my hand. It almost looked as if Sophia’s pale white skin was glowing in the soft moonlight shining through the window. I took a brief moment to admire her subtle curves as she breathed heavily, waiting to see what came next.

“Lay down on the bed,” I commanded.

I smiled as she moved without hesitation now. She seemed eager to obey. Sophia crawled onto the bed and positioned herself in the middle, face up.

“Like this?” She asked.

“Yes, good girl,” I said, climbing up and crawling over to her.

I sat next to her and used the buzzing wand to trace lines up and down her lithe body. From one thigh, up to her hip, over her stomach, to her breast. I circled the wand around one nipple, then across her chest to the other, watching them tighten up into little, urfa escort hard pebbles. Then drew the wand back down again to her other thigh. Even in the dim light I could see goosebumps forms all over her skin from the light touch of the vibrator. I returned the wand to her clit and was rewarded with a beautiful gasp of pleasure.

I pressed the head of the wand a little firmer against her sensitive nub, massaging little circles. I used my free hand to explore her body, gently rubbing her tight stomach and kneading each breast. I could see Sophia’s eyes close as she tilted her head back, lost in enjoying the love and attention I was showing her. Soon her hips began to buck slightly, wanting more pressure, so I obliged and raised the intensity of the vibrations a tick.

“Mmmf, oh that feels so good,” she moaned.

I watched Sophia intently, trying to look for signs that she might be getting close to climax. The ragged, shortened breaths. Moans increasing in pitch, frequency, and volume. The flushed skin on her chest. It was likely that even though she claimed to have experienced orgasms before, she might not be able to recognize when she was close, but I’d made enough women cum that I was a pretty good judge of that.

“Communication is key, my little kitten,” I said, watching Sophia writhe under the wand. I took one nipple between my thumb and forefinger and gently tweaked it. “I need you to tell me when you’re close, ok? Don’t forget about my rules.”

“Nnng, yes ma’am, oooh!” Sophia moaned.

Suddenly I pulled the wand away and pinched her nipple hard, giving it a twist. Sophia yelped loudly from the pain.

“What did I just say?” I asked sternly, still tightly holding her nipple, twisting it a little more.

“I’m sorry!” Sophia cried out, squirming to get away from my grasp but I held on. “Miss Rose I’m sorry!”

Part of me had been hoping she would break a rule so early. The weekend wouldn’t be nearly as fun if I didn’t get to punish her from time to time. And if it turned out that she liked sivas escort the pain, she might even intentionally break them moving forward, so finding out early was key. Plus it let her know what to expect when she’s been a bad girl.

“This is the kind of punishment you get for breaking my rules, do you understand, Sophia?” I warned.

“I understand, Miss Rose,” Sophia said through gritted teeth.

“Good,” I said as I let go, “and it will only get harsher the more rules you break.”

The look of ecstasy from a few moments ago had disappeared from her face, and the anxiety and fear of the unknown had returned. Sophia was beginning to realize just how easy it was to forget something so simple as saying the right name when you’re lost in the moment. She had probably been so close to climaxing too, ready to burst when I ripped it away without warning, so it probably wouldn’t take long to get her back on the edge. Before continuing, I looked at the clock over on my night stand and made note of the time, it was important for the other part of her punishment.

“Now, be a good girl and tell me when you get close, ok? And remember to ask permission,” I reminded her.

“Yes, Miss Rose,” Sophia nodded.

I returned the still buzzing wand to her now pink and swollen clit. The sound it made was noticeably wet from all the juices collecting between her lips. As I firmly massaged her clit, I leaned down to suck on the nipple I had twisted. Sophia arched her back slightly and moaned, but it sounded a bit more restrained than before as if she was afraid to lose her focus. It wasn’t long before I felt her bucking against the wand again.

“I think I’m… Miss… Miss Rose…” Sophia said between moans and gasps. “May I cum now please?”

I pulled my head away from her nipple and glanced at the clock again.

“No, you may not,” I said plainly, but did not pull the vibrator away.

“Ooohhh,” Sophia whined, squeezing her eyes shut.

“Your punishment comes in multiple forms, pain and denial,” I explained. tekirdağ escort “This first time is short, only five minutes, but it will get longer just like the pain will get worse.”

Despite telling her no, I didn’t stop rubbing her clit with the wand. I wanted to see if she’d be able to fight it. I doubted she could, and knew I’d probably have to ruin her first orgasm of the weekend, which was a shame, but such is life.

Sophia started to squirm more, but rather than bucking her hips against the wand, she was trying to get away from it. She was struggling to hold back, which was expected given her experience level.

“Miss Rose, please!” She whimpered, gripping the sheets so hard her knuckles were turning white.

“No, you are not allowed to cum yet. You better not cum without my permission! You hear me?” I warned.

“But I can’t… I’m… oh my god… I’m gonna…” Sophia panted heavily.

Once again I pulled the wand away, turning it off.

“Oh fuck!” Sophia shouted as her eyes shot open.

Her hips bucked wildly against nothing, searching for the stimulation she desperately needed to have a satisfying orgasm. I watched as her pussy throbbed weakly with nothing to sustain the orgasm I’d just ruined. It subsided quickly and Sophia lay panting to catch her breath, confused at what had just happened.

“Ergh, did I just cum?” She groaned.

“Yes, yes you did, without my permission, I might add,” I said in a disappointed tone.

“I’m sorry, Miss Rose,” Sophia said apologetically. “I couldn’t hold it in any longer. I tried. I didn’t mean to cum. But how come it felt like that? Like I need to cum again? I thought it was supposed to feel satisfying.”

“Because that’s what you get when you cum when you’re not supposed to, your orgasm gets ruined,” I explained.

Sophia still looked confused, “Ruined?”

“Yes, you’ll understand what I mean when you obey me like a good girl and wait till I give you permission, then you’ll see the difference,” I explained. “But that will have to wait. I want to see what you can do now. I want you to make me cum.”

Sophia slowly sat up and reached for the wand, but I pulled it away and set it on my night stand.

“No no, not with a toy,” I said. “With your fingers, or your tongue, or both. Try everything, but don’t stop until you make me cum.”

Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Camp Bethany was in the middle of the woods in a small town in Iowa. It had 2 small lake’s, horses and a whole farm where you could grow vegetables and take care of livestock.

This would mark Noah’s first year as an adult counselor. This time he’d get the end of May though the beginning of August. Noah was a bit of a loner outside of camp he always wore a blue Camp Bethany cap over his shaggy brown hair. His face had finally cleared of acne. He’s basically a bean poll as his parents would say. He had no problem making friends but he was definitely looking forward to making Kelly more than just a camp friend this year.

Kelly had blossomed early and often teased the guys with swim suits and shirts that were tight on her. She had given Noah a kiss that seemed more than just a goodbye last year at the end of his two weeks as a junior counselor.

Noah got to the main lodge where the campsites were posted every two weeks they could change campsites and every week they’d have new campers. Noah looked up and down the list twice then again but no Kelly to be found anywhere. He’d be stuck most of the summer with Grace. She was a nice girl and she had weird teeth and red curly hair. She was a bit of a tomboy the last Noah had seen her about 2 years ago.

“So no Kelly this year.” Harry said to him.

“I forgot, she’s 19 now.” Noah replied.

Harry is Noah’s camp friend who comes every year. He also liked Kelly but to Noah’s knowledge never got a kiss from her.

“Well I better report to the Hikers Hideaway.” Noah said as he waved goodbye.

Hikers Hideaway is three long blue tents near the smaller north lake that they usually only shared if adult campers rented one of the cabins on the other side.

The kids would stay in the twin beds spilt into two tents by gender. The kids were only Monday morning through Saturday afternoon. Sunday was clean up and reset for the next week but some weeks there were no campers for your campsite. Hikers Hideaway was such a great place for experienced campers and those that liked to hike in the woods but with kids it wasn’t very popular.

Noah noticed that Grace’s stuff was already on the right side of the adult tent leaving him the left. He also noticed that only a gray tarp really separated the two sides. He set his stuff down for the day and decided to change into swim trunks the lake was calling his name.

He ran and cannonballed into the nice cool water. When he emerged he was greeted by a magnificent sight. Sunbathing in a red bikini was this woman with red hair that had been braided her breast showed a little cleavage under the red top piece. She was leaning over to get something out of her beach bag so her rounded ass was visible covered mostly by the red bottoms.

Noah bobbed up and down in the water he didn’t want to get caught. This couldn’t be a camper yet but it could be a woman who rented one of the cabins. Getting caught would mean possibly getting fired. Luckily Noah knew the lake and the campgrounds very escort dudullu well. He swam to another shore and sneaked through the woods back to his tent that he would share with Grace.

[ Day 1 Monday]

Noah got up and put on his blue Camp Bethany cap, a Captain America shirt with khaki shorts and hiking shoes. He walked out of the tent to meet Grace. She had a pink Camp Bethany cap and had braided her red hair much like the woman from last night. She had on a plain yellow t-shirt and khaki shorts and hiking shoes. Gone were the weird teeth. Apparently she’d gotten braces since Noah had seen her last. Fully clothed and still tomboyish it was hard to tell whether Grace was the woman from earlier.

“Good morning Noah, are you ready for our first round of campers!” Grace said excitedly.

“Coffee first, then we can walk down together if you want.” Noah replied he really wasn’t a morning person.

“Well seeing how we have to meet them together I’ll wait.” Grace stated.

Noah downed his canned coffee and started the long walk with Grace back to the main lodge. It was going to be a long two weeks.

That night Noah looked across the small lake hoping to see the woman in the red bikini again but no luck. The rest of the week went by like this, his day full of kid campers and Grace the tomboy. No mysterious woman to be found.

[Day 7 Sunday]

Sunday was cleaning. Noah finished with the boys tent and headed to the shower building by the lake. He was supposed to announce himself during the week as there was only one shower building. As he walked in he saw her again with the same red hair flowing freely under the water. This time a purple bikini with polka-dots. With her facing a shower spout it was definitely the same ass. The water washing down her body made it hard not to stare. He could feel himself getting erect. Noah was about to walk away when the woman’s hands touched her purple bottoms as she slipped them down and then untied her top. She was naked except for the shower shoes on her feet. Noah tip-toed closer and hid his body in the second doorway that led to two benches where the campers could change clothes. Noah watched as she continued getting more erect when she washed her ass and her back he even got to see some side boob. Avoiding getting caught was his main concern. He heard the water shut off and hurried back to his tent. Looking around with no Grace he decides to quickly relieve himself. That gray tarp wasn’t sound proof.

He lay on the bed and pulled down his shorts, his erection pointed to the sky. He rubbed his cock gently as he went through the shower scene imagining himself touching this woman. Talking with her, kissing her up and down her naked body. He began to rub a little faster.

Sn..ap!!

The gray tarp had come unbuttoned. Noah quickly pulled back on his shorts. On the other side of the fallen tarp was Grace in nothing but a towel and shower shoes with a beach bag that had been in her hands. istanbul bayan escort She was looking for clothes and accidentally stepped on the tarp causing it to snap off the tent.

“Sorry about that.”

” Um, since you’re dressed, do you mind giving me the tent.”

” I’ll fix the tarp when I’m done.”

Grace was embarrassed but spoke like this was supposed to be nothing.

Leaving without a word Noah noticed the purple polka-dot bikini sticking out of Grace’s Beach bag. He had been masterbating to Grace! Wait, had Grace seen him? He was quick once he heard the snap but probably still erect. He walked a trail to get his mind off this mess.

Returning to the firepit he found Grace sitting there in a blue t-shirt and pajama pants sitting on a log braiding her hair by the fire.

“I fixed the tarp.”

” I can’t say it won’t happen again but, it should stay for now.” Grace said.

“Thanks, so no more seeing you in just a towel.” Noah joked

” Well it is an old tent, who knows maybe next time it will be you.” Grace giggled as she replied.

She was flirting with him although Noah didn’t catch it.

“Would you like some s’mores?” Noah asked to change the subject.

“Sounds good.” was Grace’s simple reply.

The pair sat on the log making s’mores Noah would joke about the week with the campers and Grace would giggle. Then Noah felt her hand on top of his. He said nothing he couldn’t believe that he had masterbated to her earlier letting her touch him seemed more than fair at this point. Plus he had to admit it felt nice.

“Well we better get some sleep.”

“New campers start tomorrow.” Grace broke the silence as she got up. She kissed Noah on the cheek.

“Thank you for tonight, handsome.” Grace finished.

Then continued walking away Noah noticed her ass in the pajama pants it was definitely the same one. Could he want the tomboy Grace and with that kiss and hand touching could Grace want him?

The answer would have to wait until tomorrow Grace was right they would have new campers tomorrow.

[Day 8 Monday]

Monday morning came but the campers didn’t. So they had a choice of staying in the main lodge or the adult tent. Both chose the tent and headed back. That evening Noah went down to the small lake hoping Grace would be in a different bikini. He was disappointed there was no Grace, maybe the shower building again? No one was there either. He walked back towards the tent and entered his half when he heard movement from Grace’s side.

“Hello.” Noah said

“Hey.” Grace replied

“Do you want to hang out?” Noah asked, hoping this time might lead to more than a kiss on the cheek.

“Um.. not at the moment.” Grace mumbled back.

Sn..ap the tarp gave way again.

There was Grace this time laying on her bed. One hand touching her naked breast the other inside her bikini bottoms. Her face is bright red and almost matching her long red hair. Noah stood there in shock just getting escort kozyatağı aroused by her mostly naked body. He was pretty sure she noticed the bulge growing in his swim trunks. What now?

Noah wasn’t even aware he had moved. Next thing he knew he was at the end of Grace’s bed no words spoken he just touched her hand then gently her boob. He started to kiss her neck.

“Mmm…” Grace moaned.

Noah continued his hands caressing her naked body except under the bikini bottoms. Her hands went up not to stop him but to touch him back both staying to only the naked parts of the others body until Noah got so hard his cock gently pushed his swim trunks open. He stopped as he felt his cock against her stomach.

“It’s ok Noah,you don’t have to stop.” Grace encouraged him.

Noah hesitated then resumed kissing Grace’s body. He then felt her hand around his shaft as she began to rub his cock gently, his swim shorts now dangled by his feet. Noah didn’t know what to do. Her hand felt amazing. His hands caressed her bikini bottoms again, this time taking the bottoms with. Grace stopped the hand job and slid the bottoms off. Both naked now Noah looked at her shaved vagina as it glistened in the sunlight.

“Are you just going to stare or are you going to keep helping me?” Grace asked.

“Sorry, help you?” Noah asked back.

“Yeah, you’re fingers, your tongue, then your hard cock.” Grace was horney anything would do now that Noah had worked her up.

” I don’t know how.” Noah, embarrassed, replied.

Grace just smiled at him. She wrapped her legs around him and flipped him to the bed, his hard cock against her vagina she rubbed against him. He could feel the warmth and a little bit of something wet each time she went up and down until he felt the warmth all around his cock. Noah played with her breast and body as Grace rode him; it felt amazing being inside her. She flipped around giving him a nice view of her ass. He felt her jerk a bit.

” Mmm…yes..don’t move! ” Grace commanded.

She came hard and her juices flowed all over Noah’s cock.

As she got up she lowered her face and began to suck his cock with passion. Her hand on his balls until he felt himself let go of his cum now dripping from her chin.

“Thanks for the help, handsome” Grace said with a smile as she wiped her chin with her arm.

She grabbed her towel and headed to the shower building.

[ Day 11 Thursday]

Noah found Grace sitting by the beach in the red bikini. He walked up behind her. He leaned over kissing her. Then untied her top. He caressed her breast then his hands moved towards her bottoms. Erect and ready he slipped out of his swim trunks. His fingers found Grace already wet. She sat on the towel completely naked and smiled at him. Noah hesitated but guided his cock gently inside her. His body took over as he pumped in and out of Grace’s vagina. This time felt different being in control too soon Noah felt himself letting go. His cum now on Grace’s stomach and towel.

The rest of the summer went on like this. The tent, the beach with a towel, even the shower building. The two helped each other again and again. Summer ended and they parted ways. 19 was secondary school or adult life. Hardly anyone came back but life had always has a way. Part 2???

Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Daphne Moore had been mumbling similar words for the past hour, her hands were beginning to ache from the countless handshakes. The first day of a convention was always a busy affair. Thankfully, She had been allowed to sit down as she signed the merchandise – Last year had been a different story. Daphne had gone from bit parts to a recurring character on a fantasy show, and now the conventions saw her as royalty. Honestly, it was a nice change. She was at that awkward age in an actor’s career, no longer young enough to grab those pretty little roles, and she wasn’t famous enough for people to overlook her age. Simply, her thirty-seven year old self had been very lucky to get this part. Yes, she was an evil witch and the role wasn’t going to be winning awards anytime soon, but it was entertaining and people loved her. She just wished her co-workers understood the feeling.

Her leading lady was alway muttering about jumping ship – She was too good for a show about goblins. Hettie was young, she didn’t fully understand the traps of the acting world. Daphne had warned her, but the girl wouldn’t listen to the words of a washed-up actress. Talent was not enough in this world, you needed beauty and youth on your side. Daphne had the talent, however, the youth had left and the beauty was resting solely on her large chest. Big breasts can get you parts – Mostly in pornos. She had been in art-house films, which felt like pornos. Her overwhelming bust had been the main character in many black and white movies, mostly about a man finding himself within her tits. The line was slowly dying. Daphne used her free moment to mumble to one of co-workers, the short Belgian man mumbled in return. Jannes always placed a smile on her lips, he was her ally in the madness. The odd questions were commonplace in this line of work, and sitting next to a salty actor always helped. Jannes had gone to some fancy acting school in Paris, and now he was answering questions about Goblin lore. Occasionally, she would have to poke him in the leg as a little reminder to shut up. Their fanbase was very heated when it came to the lore of the show, and she wasn’t risking her job for anyone.

Four o’clock came and the actors hurried to collect their things. A few awkward fans watched them from a distance.

“I need a drink.” Jannes stated in a matter of fact tone, his eyes were heavy fustastion. “Join me?”

“I can’t. I have to do a personal meet and greet.” There was some regret in her voice as Daphne spoke, a gulp of a beer would have felt nice on the tongue. However, she knew Jannes had other ideas in mind. They didn’t speak it, but he was burning a torch for her.

“Remember the fan competition? They chose me.” She answered his unspoken question, the disappointment was noticeable. They shared a few salty jokes before parting ways. She hated those hopeful eyes of his. Those feelings would have to remain a fantasy. Dahnpe had been hiding in the closet for years. You couldn’t be a leading lady and a lesbian, people didn’t have the imagination for it. People called out her character’s name, and she waved back until she was finally in the safety of her hotel room.

She had an hour before the meet and greet. Cold water was thrown on her face and make-up was reapplied. A red dress was waiting for her. Meet and greet was probably some lonely lad, and she would give them that fantasy. After all, the make-believe was an actor’s job. An image of womanly seduction was viewable in the mirror, a forced smirk was made as she posed. It all seemed correct. There was a heavy sigh before Daphne finally made her way to the restaurant. The contest winner had won a sit down meal with the actor of their choice. She was flattered. She thought Hettie would have been chosen – the young and pretty – However, it was her. The restaurant was a simple place near the convention, the place smelt strongly of pesto. The walls matched the colour of her dress. Daphne had arrived earlier than expected, she wanted the correct seating for her fan. A booth was chosen. Thankfully, it was far from the windows. Daphne sat with her back facing the window. She looked better without daylight on her face. The handlers for this event were looking busy on their phones. Their main job was making sure there wasn’t a murder.

A few moments had passed, and a small voice made itself known. Daphne hadn’t heard it at first, it took a strong cough from a handler before she noticed the girl. The sight had been unexpected. The winner was wearing an odd mix of clothes, a bulky black coat was hiding a maxi dress, and someone had tortured this poor girl’s face with makeup. Her pale foundation was the wrong shade for her brown skin. Daphne stood up. The winner was dramatically shorter. The mousy girl waved awkwardly as she did a semi-bow. Daphne bellowed a friendly greeting and tried a hug.

“This is Aasmi,” A handler mentioned as the girl struggled with her coat. Daphne returned balıkesir escort to her seat, the first drips of pity were bubbling in the back of her mind.

“You’re a big fan of the show?” The question was stupid, but the silence needed to be filled. Aasmi grinned, her pink coloured braces were on full display.

“Yeah! Of course. Episode seven was nail biting, do you remember? You poisoned Gret and you had the best villain speech.” Her words were burdened under a heavy accent.

“Yes, we are lucky to have such talented writers.” Daphne used her interviewee smile.

“Yeah, but it works because you’re such a good actor.” Aasmi buzzing with delight, her hazel eyes were gawping at the sight of Daphne. Clearly, a case of starstruck was taking place.

Aasmi had completely forgotten the meal part of the evening, the arrival of the waiter had been a sudden shock back to reality. Daphne couldn’t complain. The girl was intense, but in a passionate sort of way. Also, the countless compliments were rubbing nicely against the ego. Over the dinner, Daphne learnt a few things about her winner. Aasmi was from India, and was currently studying in the UK. She seemed like a lonely soul as she talked about her life. Daphne smiled and inserted a comment when needed. She was allowing the girl to talk as much as she desired. It wasn’t a horrible time. She had been expecting a horny school boy, but this could be handled. A few questions about the show were voiced, and answered with ease. It was the question about her, which halted her interviewee mindset.

“Sorry?”

“Are you happy with the show?” It was a simple question, however, the answer wasn’t coming to mind. Daphne felt a frown crossing her forehead.

“Yes.” She was happy to have the work. Aasmi played with the pasta on her plate.

“I liked you in Rotten Hill, it’s a sad film but the story is good.”

“That’s an old film.” Daphne laughed. A brief image of a serious actress flashed in her mind.

“Yeah! But you look better now!” Aasmi added in a hurried fashion. She wasn’t sure how to reply to the statement, she chose a smile and cut into her steak. The dinner continued and a wine was ordered. Aasmi eyed the glass. Daphne ordered a second glass without thinking, and encouraged Aasmi to drink from it. The girl found it bitter and made a face. There was a shared laugh. Then suddenly, it seemed to be over. The dinner was done. Daphne stood up, the handlers danced around them and Aasmi struggled with her coat once again. The pair stood outside the restaurant.

“How are you getting home?” Daphne asked as the day was turning into a dangerous night. Aasmi stared at the passing cars, a phone was in one hand.

“I’m staying at the Yoyal hotel.”

“Me too.” The words found Daphne, before common sense could. “You can walk with me.”

A sudden uncontrollable smile came to life on Aasmi.

“REALLY?!”

“We’re staying at the same hotel, why not?” Daphne stared into the restaurant, the Handlers were too busy arguing about the bill to notice them. She began to walk. The footsteps of Aasmi followed shortly after.

The girl was delighted with the extra moment of chatter. Daphne was cursing her ego, the flattery was getting the better of her. Every compliment was welcomed with a sweet smile and one cheeky wink. The blushful display caused a sudden and lustful thought in her. Daphne studied the adoring fan. Aasmi wasn’t a beautiful girl, however, not awful. The curse of being average was a heavy burden on a girl’s shoulder. You were beautiful or nothing in this world. Currently, Daphne was beautiful for this girl, and that meant power. She tested the water with a simple pat on the back. Aasmi grew bashful, her eyes stole a few peeks of Daphne’s smirk. A few more tests took place. A hotel door was held open for the girl, she was charmed as they walked to her room. This was probably a secret fantasy for Aasmi. Daphne didn’t have to wait for an invite. When they entered the room, Aasmi blushed and grabbed all the clothes off the bed.

“I didn’t know what to wear,” She stated sheepishly. Her hotel room was smaller than Daphne’s room, and only had a single bed.

Aasmi had invited her for tea, but her embarrassment grew larger as she only saw one cup.

“It’s ok, we can share.” Daphne laughed the matter away, and took a seat in the only chair. The view was awful, you could only see a brick wall and that was perfect for her needs. The kettle boiled, and Aasmi talked once again about Daphne’s films.

“Aasmi, dear. Do you ever see The Salty Shores? It was one of my favourites.” The Salty Shores had been a Danish arthouse film about a stalker and his obsession with a foreigner. Daphne was lying. It was not her favourite film, however, the ending was useful. The stalker had followed the foreigner and had found her lesbian lover. The sex scene had been very european, and the bartın escort only rememberable part of the film.

“Yeah, i’ve seen it.” Aasmi poured the tea.

“What do you think?” Daphne continued to poke the bear. The girl was trying to find a smart comment, she passed the tea to Daphne and their fingers briefly met.

“How… do you… do it?” The question was broken up by awkward pauses.

“The sex scene?” Daphne remarked in a professional manner – After all, it was only a job.

Aasmi took a seat on the bed, there was a small nod as she did so. Daphne crossed her leg.

“It’s only an act, it’s not a real kiss.”

“Not real?” A bushy eyebrow was raised on her forehead.

“There’s a big difference, i’ll show you.” Daphne placed the tea on the small table, it was now or never. Aasmi’s puzzlement had bought Dahpnee some time. She crouched in front of the girl, she was still wearing her coat. A gentle kiss was placed on stiff lips, the red painted lips massaged slowly until Daphne felt a little moment. She stopped.

“See? That’s a fake kiss.” Her lipstick had stained the confused girl’s lips.

“That’s fake?” Daphne snorted at the question as if it was a stupid thing to ask.

“Of course, there’s a big difference! Can’t you tell?” There was a shaking of the head and Daphne could only smile. “I’ll show you.”

She placed her hand on the girl’s chest and pushed her gently into the bed. There was a brief utter of doubt, but their lips met again.

This time, there was hunger. Daphne allowed her hands to travel over the coat, and suckled on the bottom lip. The girl was wooden. She moved away from the lips and moved downward. The throat was always a weak spot. The first lick caused a heavy inhale of breath. Daphne chose to stop again.

“See? That’s the difference.” Her smile was wide and knowing. Aasmi stared at the ceiling, and chose not to move.

“I didn’t know the difference.” the statement trembled from her mouth. “That was my first real kiss.”

“Oh my, i’m sorry.” Daphne poured honey into her words, but the thought had already crossed her mind. Aasmi bolted from her resting position.

“NO! I just didn’t want to look stupid in front of you.”

“Aasmi, honey. You’re not stupid, but you should be honest. I wouldn’t want to hurt a sweet girl like you.” The light scolding caused a shameful look, and Daphne almost felt guilt.

“I’m sweet?” Aasmi’s hazel eyes were large as she fished for the compliment.

“Of course, i’ve really enjoyed myself. It’s nice to talk with a fellow film critic.” Daphne’s hand massaged the arm, the proud was fueling the girl.

“You must be hot?” The remark was simple and did the trick. Aasmi stared down and fumbled with the zip. Daphne chose to help and made it a smoother event, sliding it from her shoulders.

“Let’s put it there.” The coat was folded onto a chair. “I should do the same.” There was a knowing smirk as her breasts were barely hidden by the red dress. Aasmi gawked with a lack of grace. Daphne looked down at them.

“They’re too big.” She pouted – It was a childish displace of self pity.

“They look fine.” Aasmi insisted. “I wish mine were that big.” The girl’s chest was on the smaller side.

“They’re natural, people always think they’re fake.” Daphne cupped her breasts and jiggled them. “”You’re probably already seen them. – From my films, of course.”

Aasmi gulped. Daphne jiggled her breasts a little longer until the girl finally broke eye contact with them.

“They look better than mine.” Her voice was sheepishly.

“I doubt that, honey. Pretty girl like you, I bet they’re beautiful.” Aasmi sunk into her seating position.

“What’s wrong?” A comforting hand placed on the girl’s shoulder.

“My nipples are inverted.” A wave of shame overtook the girl, but Daphne chose to laugh.

“That’s normal, and there’s an easy fix for it.” The lie entered the room easily and planted hope in the girl.

“How?”

“Take off your dress and i’ll show you how. Don’t worry, i’ll do the same.” Daphne tried to grab the dress’ zip on her back, but couldn’t reach. “Can you grab it for me?” She turned her back to the girl. There was some hesitation, but the unzipping took place. Daphne pulled her dress down and left it on the floor, the lacy black underwear had been a good choice for the day.

“I’ll kick off my heels, i can’t have them on the bed. You should take your flats off.” This command was easier to follow.

“Do you need help with the dress?” Daphne pointed at the navy maxi dress, but didn’t wait for an answer. Aasmi was still taking off her shoes when Daphne began to pull the dress over her head. The girl’s underwear didn’t match – pink panties paired with a grey sports bra.

“Relax. I know what i’m doing.” Aasmi was eased onto her back, Daphne made sure to rest the girl’s head batman escort on the pillow. The sports bra didn’t last long. Her fingers were quick to lift the fabric and Aasmi’s pesky little breast floundered out. Her brownish areola were large in size, her hands tried to cover them.

“There’s nothing to be ashamed of! Here, see mine.” Daphne grabbed Aasmi’s hand and moved them away from the girl’s chest. She escorted the younger hand to her own chest, the black lacy bra was pulled down with Daphne’s free hand. Her massive tits sagged freely over her bra. Aasmi’s hand was inches away from Daphne’s rosy nipples.

“See? There’s nothing wrong with it.” She wore a motherly smile. “Your breasts are so cute.”

Aasmi was gawking again, and Daphne took this time to get closer to the girl’s breasts. Her nipples were definitely invented. She brushed one finger across the little opening, this was her first time with these times of things.

“Let’s find your nipples.” Daphne smirked, her hot breath crept across the skin. Aasmi clamped her hands over her face, but little notice was taken of it. She tested the area with her tongue, poking her little opening. Aasmi inhaled deeply. Daphne saw a little movement, however, she didn’t have the interest for a second test. Her lips were fastened to the brownish areola and began to suck. Aasmi bit into her bottom lip, her legs bolted and wiggled together. Daphne’s sucking was turning the skin red.

“There it is.” Her hard work had caused a tiny nipple to appear on Aasmi’s chest, the girl peeked down at the small marvel. “I should say hello.”

Daphne licked the newcomer as if it was ice cream. Aasmi trembled as her nipple felt the first nibble. Daphne’s hand crept toward the other lonely breast, massaging it with violent vigor. The first moan was magic.

Daphne broke away from the needy breast and gripped her own, their nipples touched. Her rosy nipples rotated around the young girl’s nipples. Aasmi reached forward and allowed her nervous finger to touch.

“Oh, touch them.” Daphine purred as she forced her breast into the girl’s face. The touches were timid, but the little kisses and the feel of hot breath sent shivers down Daphne’s spine. She grabbed onto Aasmi’s breast again, causing moans to vibrate against her own chest.

“You like this?” Aasmi’s voice was hidden under the heavyweight of the flesh.

“I love it.” It was a lie, but the girl needed confidence. ” And you could make me feel really good, i would love you too.” Daphne plurred as pulled the girl’s nipples. There was lust in Aasmi’s eyes, and fought a soft moan from appearing.

“How?” She questioned.

“Copy me.” Daphne removed herself from the girl and moved down the bed until she met Aasmi’s panties. The fabric was pulled down, a little wet spot was noticeable on them. Daphne gripped her own panties and removed them.

There was a big hairy difference between the women’s vulvas. Aasmi had a mass of pubic hiding her vagina from view, Daphne’s was bald and the first stage of wetness was already warming her entrance.

“Copy me.” She reminded the girl as she moved herself into the sixty-nine position, Aasmi would be able to clearly see her pussy now. Daphne shifted forward and licked around the mass of pubic, lowering her own vagina until she could feel Aasmi’s tongue. Daphne tongue travelled through pubic hair, however, she was having trouble with finding the clit. She gripped the sides of Aasmi’s vulva and pulled it open with her fingers. Daphne whimpered slightly as her own vulva was pulled. She wanted to cum and fast. She burderned her head into the girl. Her mouth bolted to Aasmi’s clit. A moan was felt throughout Daphne’s vagina. Aasmi tried to lick, but was losing momentum when faced with Daphne’s experience and speed. The girl shook and moaned. It didn’t take long until Aasmi screamed her oragasm into beings.

Daphne remained desperate for her own cumming. She rolled onto her bottom, pulling her labia apart.

“Aasmi, please. I need you.” The girl had barely recovered, but crawled towards the Daphne’s open legs.

“Lick this.” Daphne lifted her hooded clit and pulled Aasmi’s head closer.

“Harder!” The grip tightened on the back of the girl’s head. Juices were beginning to drip onto the sheet, and yet it wasn’t enough. Aasmi was pushed backward and Daphne crawled on top, grinding her drenched pussy against the girl’s thigh. She rode the Aasmi until her own oragam overcame her. Her nails had marked the girl. Their eyes met.

“Are we dating now?” The question was stupid, but an actor had to live up to the fantasy. Daphne nodded. The sweaty girl smiled with glee.

“But now, i need a shower.” Daphne stood from the bed; regret was already creeping into her mind.

“Can i join you?” Aasmi asked excitedly, sitting up from the bed. Daphne agreed since she wouldn’t see the girl again, however, the idea was quickly removed from her mind. Aasmi had found bravery within the bathroom and turned Daphne’s clit into a sore mess, Aasmi’s third attempt of eating pussy found results. The girl did not stop until the breathy pleads were made. Daphne cleaned around her swollen clit and grinned to herself. It was good to be an idol.

Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Author’s note: this story is partially inspired by another story written by author @OliviaFantasy, however only the spirit is similar. Monumental props to Literotica for developing the most resilient post processor I’ve ever used. This work would have been lost countless times if not for its masterful backup capabilities. P.S. For those wondering, I’m still working on finishing the Favela series, it is not forgotten, just taking a break. Thanks for reading.

==========================

The first time they touched, something happened, something inexplicable.

Catherine stiffened, her smile wavering, hitching, her full sensual mouth quirking unexpectedly, time slowed down and then finally stopped. The room and everything else around them, including their two husbands seemed to blur and fade, a hush fell over the world, and yet.

Christine shifted her weight, bringing her left leg forward, her sensible heel clipping on the tile floor, the sound as loud as a gunshot. Her white calf-length dress, emblazoned with red cherries flared and then settled, the sound of the rustling material like a waterfall in Catherine’s small round shell-colored ears.

“Nice to finally meet you… Mom.” Her son’s wife said, her thin red lips smiling mischievously as she gently moved their clasped hands up and down. These simple innocuous words along with the younger woman’s vivid green eyes captivated all of Catherine’s attention.

She simply couldn’t look away, couldn’t let go, the sound of Christine’s voice slipped past all her natural defenses, winding and coiling around her heart, which had started beating faster and faster from the first moment the two women had made physical contact.

A moment of distraction, Christine seemed to hear something and turned her head slightly, her expression shifting from overt delight to mild annoyance. One of her hard black shoes pivoted on the floor, its toe tapping lightly against the side of Catharine’s foot. It sent a slight tremor all the way up the older woman’s leg, leaving behind a tingling longing warmth low in her belly.

There was a subtle tapping sound as shoe touched shoe, and like a bubble popping, the room reeled around them, reality resuming in one sudden burst of light and sound. “Dear, why don’t we let my mom get back to her cooking, I’ll show you around the rest of the house.”

That was her son’s voice, he leaned in and gave her a quick peck on the cheek, she felt nothing, like she’d been kissed by a ghost. What she did feel though was Christine’s soft warm hand, still holding hers, it slipped away painfully, leaving her feeling cold, lost and confused. The younger woman whirled away, being pulled along by her son, out of the kitchen. Her head turned just long enough to fix Catherine with a guilty apologetic grin, then she was gone.

Catherine’s husband, who had also been present said something to the effect of ‘She seems nice.’ took a crystal tumbler out of a cabinet and headed towards the living room. Soon the sound of the TV was droning dully through the archway that separated the kitchen from the rest of the house.

Catherine took a deep breath and went back to work preparing dinner, only pausing briefly to glance quickly and nervously down at her lap, reflexively checking to make sure she hadn’t spilled anything on her apron. Her cheeks flushed red then as she realized that her apron was perfectly dry, but something underneath it was distinctly not.

Grunting disgustedly she shuffled over to the oven to check on the pot roast. Bending over she smiled with satisfaction, it was coming along nicely and smelled amazing. She shut the oven and started to straighten back up when she felt a gentle touch on her right shoulder.

“Ah, right behind you.” Christine chirped. “Sorry, I was just looking over your shoulder.” She continued, her hand lingered, still exerting its gentle pressure. Catherine felt an unexpected urge to tilt her head and lean in to the other woman’s touch. Christine’s hand rested half way between the apron strap and her neck, it seemed to squeeze and stroke and rub all at the same time.

Instead, the older women turned slowly away from the oven, coming to face her daughter-in-law, who was still standing surprisingly close. Christine’s hand glided away tactfully as she stepped back one pace, placing her heels side by side. “Gregory is watching TV with his dad, so I thought I should come help out in the kitchen.” Her green eyes sparkled. “That is if you’ll have me.” She concluded, fixing Catherine with a curious stare.

“Y-yes, yes of course.” Catherine said, a little flustered, her hands going down to her apron and somewhat aimlessly ruffling and then smoothing out the material. “Gregory told me that you know your way around a kitchen.” She finally let the apron go, it seemed relieved. “So I’ll just point you in the direction of the potatoes and leave the rest up to you. If there are any specific tools or ingredients you need just let me know.”

Catherine gebze escort handed her daughter-in-law a large mesh bag of brown potatoes and pointed towards the small central island she used for prep. Christine smiled warmly and glided over to the sink, twisting her slender body just enough to talk as she released the potatoes into a tub for scrubbing.

“I appreciate the offer but I’m a very hands-on kind of gal, so I hope you won’t mind if I just poke around in your drawers a little, until I find what I’m looking for?” She grinned, her right hand darting out, yet pausing on the nearest drawer pull until Catherine gave a subtle nod.

Christine nodded back, her smile widening as she slid open the drawer and reached inside. “Lucky guess.” Her mother-in-law snorted as the young woman withdrew a culinary scrubber and a potato peeler with one hand. She smirked softly and turned back to the sink.

“No, not luck.” She chided. “Your kitchen is very well laid out and everything is exactly where one would expect it to be. Clearly a reflection of your intelligence and homemaking prowess.” Catherine blushed and tried to tear her eyes away from the young woman’s shapely back, but found herself unable to do so.

“W-why thank you.” She murmured demurely, cheeks still rosy as she headed over to the fridge to start working on the salad. After she’d placed all the ingredients on the counter she turned to glance over at Christine. “How do you like your room?” She asked nervously.

Her daughter-in-law turned her head and smiled brightly. “Oh! It’s absolutely lovely! It was my first time seeing a classic four poster canopy bed, I can hardly wait to try it out tonight.” Catherine raised her eyebrows a little at this, but her daughter-in-law just chuckled and went back to peeling potatoes.

“Ha! No, I can see what you’re thinking, but that’s not what I meant.” She scrunched up her nose and leaned forward conspiratorially lowering her voice to a whisper. “I already told your son that while we’re here, nothing like that is going to happen.” She winked, then resumed her peeling.

Catherine thought this over in silence for several seconds and finally decided that she hadn’t misunderstood. It seemed as though her daughter-in-law was trying to communicate that she wouldn’t be having sex with her son during their visit. She blushed as she tried to rationalize the younger woman’s decision and willingness to tell her, but before she could finish…

Christine interrupted her train of thought. “Gregory has told me all about your religious upbringing, and I want you to know how much I deeply respect your faith Catherine.” The older woman couldn’t seem to stop blushing. Silently she cursed out her precocious son, chuckling rueful as she wondered exactly what he’d told his young wife.

It was true that she had been raised in a religious household, but it hadn’t been overly strict, and while her lifestyle could be loosely described as conservative by most people, she didn’t think of herself as a prude. Catherine had just about worked up the nerve to say something in protest when her daughter-in-law was suddenly by her side.

She raised her elegant hand and placed a finger softly to Catherine’s lips, the older woman couldn’t do anything for a moment but startle and stiffen in response. “Now, not another word about this. I’ve made up my mind, and I promise that you won’t be hearing a peep out of us tonight.” She paused, grinning, then continued in a more conversational tone. “Also please try out this sauce that I whipped up for the potatoes.”

Catherine’s eyes went wide as she noticed for the first time that Christine’s finger tip had been moist. When had she even…? The older woman tentatively stuck out the tip of her tongue and, as unobtrusively as possible, licked the coating of white sauce off of her daughter-in-law’s index finger. The young woman made an appreciative encouraging sound, gently and coyly slipping the tip of her finger into Catherine’s mouth.

Instinctually the older woman sucked on Christine’s finger, it was only a momentary lapse, but the sensations it unleashed raced through her body like wildfire. An unintentional moan escaped her lips as the finger was pulled away. Catherine wasn’t sure if it had been the feelings or the flavor of the sauce that had caused such a commotion in her body.

Her upper lip was still tingling, she licked it automatically, tasting more of the delicious sauce. “A-amazing.” She breathed, the sides of her mouth finally curling up into a guilty grin. Vainly she tried to avoid eye contact with her daughter-in-law, who was still hovering unnecessarily close.

“I’m glad you liked it.” She said softly. “It’s my own recipe.” Then she was suddenly swishing away again, back to the kitchen sink. Catherine turned and noticed an array if items neatly laid out on the counter. At some point Christine had gotten them all out, unnoticed, and now she was loading the fully gümüşhane escort prepared potatoes into the microwave.

“You, you’re amazing!” she blurted out. The young woman just chuckled and continued to dance about as she started putting all the ingredients back into various cupboards and drawers. Catherine tried to follow all her movements, but she was so graceful and lithe that she could only gaze on in admiration.

Then, conspicuously Christine was bending down, almost double, reaching into one of the bottom drawers struggling to extract a large casserole dish. Catherine initially stepped forward to help but stopped short and silently stared.

Her eyes had settled on the young woman’s sublimely shaped bottom, but that was not really what had captured her attention so completely. Staring and blushing she wondered fecklessly how she hadn’t noticed before. But now that Christine’s white dress was pulled perilously tight, as she continued to strain and fight with the dish, which had somehow gotten wedged sideways in the drawer.

Catherine’s eyes widened as they focused intently on the graphic and shockingly erotic outline of elaborate intricate shapes that could only be Christine’s lingerie. The outline was smoky and faint, but just as unmistakable. Black lace assuredly. As her body wobbled from side to side, more details emerged. The bounds and extent if her panties, the hem, the cut.

Catherine’s heart thumped wildly in her chest, her hands trembled. Time once again seemed to grind to a halt. An image started to form in her mind, a vision of Christine’s backside but without the dress. Catherine could see the black lace lingerie clear as day, excepting only the tantalizing place where it seemed to be swallowed up by Christine’s backside and where it faded into obscurity thanks to the drape of the dress.

Catherine licked her lips and tried to avert her eyes. “There!” Christine exclaimed dramatically as the dish clunked free. “Finally got it!” She chuckled happily, straightening back up and stretching her shoulders as she placed it carefully on the counter top. “It’s more satisfying when you have to work for it, don’t you agree?”

She glanced thoughtfully at Catherine, their eyes met, and the older woman felt like something unspoken passed between them, but she also felt a twinge of guilt due to her unexplained voyeuristic behavior. She nodded meekly, blushed and looked away.

A loud rush of sound rose and then subsided from the living room, Christine rolled her eyes, Catherine laughed. “Men.” She remarked derisively.

“Men.” The younger woman responded sympathetically, her tone sounding bored and disinterested in the whole concept. They both had a good laugh over this then got back to work. The roast was basically done, the scalloped potatoes only needed to be dressed and the salad was ready to toss.

The two of them converged smoothly in front of the salad bowl, their hips bumped together lightly, Christine reached into the pocket of her dress and pulled out her phone. “I want to remember this moment.” She held it up, capturing them both in the frame, her left arm slipped around Catherine’s waist.

“You don’t mind do you? I know this is more a, my generation kind of thing, than yours.” Catherine snorted and shook a few strands of her short blonde hair out of her eyes.

“Girl, please. We grew up with Polaroids. I was taking selfies when you were still in diapers.” Christine laughed loudly, her goofy yet sincere smile filling her entire face. It was radiant.

“Good, I’m glad to hear you’re not afraid of a little exposure.” She chuckled as she pulled their bodies even closer together. “I want to get your beautiful salad in the shot too.” Christine murmured as she continued to raise her phone even higher.

Catherine stared pensively at the screen, noting how well the scene was beginning to look, their two smiling faces and the large crystal salad bowl sat nestled neatly between them. She also couldn’t help but notice that due to the high angle she had a spectacular view down the top of Christine’s dress.

The neckline wasn’t particularly low but the angle made it impossible to miss the top of her black lace bra and a fair amount of cleavage to boot. She was about to say something when she noticed Christine’s hand start to move slowly down her waist and reposition itself snugly over her left hip.

The phone made a camera shutter sound, Christine brought their heads together and took another. Her face quirked. “I like it, but I feel like it just needs a little something more, you know?” They locked eyes, and then Catherine could feel her daughter-in-law’s fingers splaying ever so slightly, spreading out over her hip, inching down. “Let’s try one cheek to cheek.”

The younger woman pivoted neatly, their thighs bumped together, their breasts touched, Christine’s hand slipped casually down into the small of her mother-in-law’s back, fingers still spread izmir escort so that her smallest was touching the very top of Catherine’s ass. The sensation was so light, but it filled the older woman’s entire body with excitement. She grunted as Christine brought their cheeks firmly together.

“Smile!” She warbled. Catherine’s heart thudded dully in her chest, she felt faint and unbearably elated. The phone clicked, and then they were easing apart, Christine’s hand dragged absently over Catherine’s bottom, causing her to inhale sharply. The younger woman however was already bringing up her phone between them and flicking back through the photos.

“I love that look on your face in the first one.” She murmured. Catherine made a shy noncommittal sound, her embarrassment at the thrill she’d felt as Christine’s hand had brushed across her butt, causing her to blurt out the first thing that popped into her head.

“But aren’t you worried about your bra showing?” She blushed immediately. Christine just focused on the detail in question, pinching the screen to zoom in on her ample cleavage.

“Oh, yeah, I see what you mean!” She smirked. “But, there’s nothing really to worry about is there, since the picture is just for us, right?” Catherine let out a nervous little laugh and nodded uncertainly. Christine smiled sweetly and put her phone impishly back in her pocket. “Don’t worry, I’m not going to post them anywhere. I’ll text them to you later.”

Catherine chuckled and started to take off her apron. Christine stepped closer and gently took the apron from the older woman’s hands, she started folding it meticulously as she whispered across the island. “So now that you’ve seen it, I have to ask; what did you think of my new bra? I got it for Gregory, it’s part of a set. I think it’s really sexy, but he hasn’t even seen it yet and I’m a little nervous that he’s not going to like it.”

Catherine grinned bemusedly, not entirely sure how to respond, and met with a very confusing mixture of emotions swirling inside her body while she fidgeted with a pot holder. Her daughter-in-law’s surprising display of vulnerability fused with her own incredulous desire to see the lingerie herself.

“Oh. I’m not sure you’re asking the right person… I mean, I’ve never really gone out of my way to put on a show for Henry.” She paused, took a deep breath, and tried to stop her growing excitement from showing up on her face. “But, I don’t suppose it would hurt to take a quick peek and give you my opinion.” She smiled softly, suppressing the wild grin she could feel simmering just below the surface.

Christine nodded, her expression sweet but serious. “I’m so glad!” She nearly squealed and bounced on her heels. “Okay, first the top.” She quickly turned around, looking behind herself, towards the living room, only the dull roar of the TV could be heard in the background. Reaching up with both hands she slipped them under the broad straps of her dress and eased them down over her shoulders one by one.

From the back Catherine watched raptly as the dress slumped and crumpled up around Christine’s narrow waist. The older woman inhaled deeply her eyes flaring as her daughter-in-law slowly shuffled around to face her. The black lace bra was stunning, the cups were low and intricate, the tops of her areolas hinted just above their edge.

Not that it mattered, she could see right through the delicate material, Christine’s nipples were hard and succulent looking. Catherine licked her lips then swallowed, her mouth had gone dry. The extra straps and other ornamental accents only enhanced the overall effect.

“Oh my god.” Catherine breathed through the fingers of one hand, jerking it away when she realized that she was covering her mouth. Christine twirled gracefully around, first right then left, finally she hooked her hands underneath her dress straps and hoisted it back into position.

“That was fun!” She grinned, taking a step closer, shaking her hips to even out the bottom of her dress. Catherine was only able to nod dumbly, her knees felt weak and wobbly, she stepped back and leaned against the kitchen counter. Christine’s eyes sparkled and she quickly rounded the island to lessen the distance between them.

“Now, I hope you’re ready for the main attraction.” She smirked, glancing one more time over her shoulder before bending down to grab the bottom hem of her dress. Bunching two fistfuls and closing her eyes, she smoothly hoisted the front up over her knees. She gave it a playful little shake, then continued drawing it up, her thighs came into view then…

Catherine curled her toes in her shoes and clenched the edge of the counter, her fingers creaking. A tiny upside down satiny black triangle commanded her full attention, she stared unabashedly. little by little the triangle grew in front of her unblinkingly eyes. Waves of excitement rippled through her trembling arms and legs, she felt both tingly and weightless.

“Tah-dah.” Christine mouthed, giving her dress one final tug and pulling her gathered up skirts over her hips. Catherine gazed longingly at what seemed in that moment to be the most sensual and erotic panties she had ever seen, displayed on the body of a woman every inch a vision of feminine perfection.

Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Am vergangen Sonntagabend habe ich das Mail meines Herrn bekommen indem ich aufgefordert wurde mich heute um 19.00 Uhr beim ihm zu melden.

Ich ein über 50jähriger devoter männlicher Typ, 190 cm groß, 95kg schwer, Körper behaart, also keine Tunte sondern ein “gestandener Mann”. Dazu noch verheiratet.

Also stehe ich nun wie befohlen kurz vor 19.00 Uhr vor dem haus meines Herrn, wie befohlen habe ich die letzten Tage weder gewichst nicht Sex gehabt. Zudem war ich seit mehreren Stunden nicht mehr auf der Toilette und habe heute mindestens 3-4 Liter Wasser getrunken, Meine Blase ist dementsprechend voll.

Genau um 19.00 Uhr drücke ich auf die Klingel, mein Herr öffnet und ich gehe wie üblich sofort auf alle Viere und krieche in die Wohnung.

Er legt mir nun eine Hundehalsband an und klickt eine Leine ein. Dann kommt die erste Anweisung: “Schön du SAU, zieh dich aus!” ich beeile mich und krieche nun nackt zum ihm.

Er nahm nun die Leine und zog mich kommentarlos in Richtung Badezimmer. Dort musste ich mich in die Dusche begeben und dort Männchen machen. “Mach deine verfickte Hurenmaulvotze auf du dreckiges Schwanzschwein” ich kniete nun vor ihm mit einem richtigen devoten mulmigen Gefühl mit offenen Mund. Hierher hatte mich mein Herr bislang noch nie geführt.

Er öffnete nun seine Hose und holte seinen herrlichen Schwanz heraus. “So du geiles perverses Dreckfickstück” “nun wirst du erstmals geduscht und wehe du bleibst nicht artig in dieser Stellung” wie hypnotisiert starrte ich auf die Schwanzspitze als mein Herr seine Vorhaut zurückzog und ich bemerkte die ersten goldgelben Perlen die sich urplötzlich zu einen richtig kräftigen Pissestrahl entwickelten. Er zielte zunächst auf meine Brust und mein Sklavengehänge und lenkte dann den Strahl direkt in mein offenes Maul. Alles lief voll und lief dann über das Kinn auf meinen Körper. Ich wagte nicht zu schlucken – doch kurz bevor nur noch wenige Tropfen kamen herrschte mich mein Herr an “Los du Dreckpissbecken schluck die Gaben deines Herrn”. Also etwas angewidert begann ich vorsichtig zu schlucken und patsch hatte ich bereits eine erste Ohrfeige mit der Bemerkung. “Du Hurensau du sollst richtig schlucken und wehe du kotzt!” Also bemühte ich mich nun alles zu schlucken und je mehr ich es versuchte umso größer wurde meine Geilheit und ich fand richtig Gefallen an der neuen Behandlung.

Ich hoffte nun dass ich danach den Schwanz zum blasen und lecken bekommen würde doch weit gefehlt.

Er packte seinen geiles Stück ein und nahm die Leine in die Hand und führte mich so total bepisst wie ich war weiter ins Wohnzimmer. Dort erwartet mich eine Überraschung. Zwei weitere Herren waren anwesend, bislang war mein Herr immer alleine wenn ich ihm zu Diensten war.

Einer war etwa 60-Jahre alt, etwa 175 groß und hatte mindestens 160 kg. Der zweite war etwa 30 muskulös, ein fast richtiger Musterathlet.

Los du dreckiges stinkendes Sklavenschwein begrüß meine Gäste wurde ich angewiesen. Ich schaute fragend nach oben, da ich nicht wusste wie! Doch sofort kam die escort çekmeköy die weitere Anweisung küss ihnen die Schuhe. Also kroch ich auf die Beiden zu, dazu musste ich unter den Tisch kriechen und küsste den beiden die Schuhe.

Der Ältere meinte zu meinen Herrn, dass ich sehr gut erzogen sei und fragte ob er mich genauer ansehen könne. Mein Herr bejahte und befahl mir neben den Älteren zu kriechen und gab ihm dann die Leine mit den Worten “Sieh dir meine dreckige Hurenmaulvotze an, Ich habe sie extra für euch vorher geduscht damit sie auch wie ein Sau stinkt”.

Der Ältere nahm die Leine und griff mir erstmal ins Gehänge dann spreizte er meinen Arschbacken auseinander und schob mir den Daumen in meinen Arsch, ich zuckte kurz, denn es schmerzte doch etwa. Aber zur Belohnung bekam ich dann sofort für das Zucken zwei Schläge auf den nackten Hintern.

Nun zog er mich an der leine nach oben so dass ich vor ihm kniete. Er befahl mir das Maul zu öffnen und stecke mir den Daumen ins Maul. “Los leck ihn sauber” Ich schmeckte noch meine Scheiße an dem Daumen und es ekelte mich etwas. Doch wollte ich meinem Herrn keine Schande machen und leckte ausgiebig den Daumen sauber.

Nun musste ich das Mal öffnen und er spuckte mir einfach direkt hinein. Ich durfte nicht schlucken sondern musste seine Spucke im Maul behalten.

Er gab die Leine nun meinem Herrn mit den Worten “Geil mit dieser perversen Schlucksau werden wir viel Spaß haben. Ich war etwas erschrocken bei den Worten da ich nicht wusste was auf mich zukam.

Nun befahl mir mein Herr in der Mitte des Raumes zu knien und mich zu wichsen.

Er weis, dass ich immer sehr lange brauche bis mein Sklavenschwanz steht und dass ich dann wenn ich so wie heute schon Tage keinen Sex hatte extrem viel abspritze.

Ich kniete also und begann meinen schlaffen Schwanz zu wichsen. Als er nicht sofort stand meinte der Jüngere Gast dass man wohl nachhelfen müsse. Er stand auf und kam auf mich zu, er begann meine beiden kleinen Brustwarzen zu fassen und zog kräftig daran was mich natürlich zu stöhnen brachte. Mein Herr meinte dass ich wohl nicht auf Schmerzen sondern auf sondern als wirkliche Dreckshurensau zu behandeln sei. Der Typ reagierte sofort und spuckte mir einfach ins Gesicht und meinte umso besser darauf stehe ich auch mehr.

Er packte mein Kinn und hob meinen Kopf nach oben dann musste ich das Maul öffnen und er ließ gemächlich und langsam seinen Speichel nach unten direkt in mein Maul laufen. Diese Behandlung geilte mich auf und mein Schwanz wuchs nun einwenig.

Dann steckte er mir seinen Finger ins Maul und befahl mir sie zu lecken.

Meine Geilheit wuchs und mein Schwanz stand nun fest und hart. Dies war das Signal für meinen Herrn der wusste dass ich nun gleich abspritzen würde. Er befahl mir dass ich alles in meine Hände spritzen sollte. Was ich dann willig machte. Dabei wurde ich von allen Dreien immer wieder extrem mit Perversen Beleidigungen wie Schwanzsau, Dreckshure, Pissbecken, Pisssau istanbul eskort Arschlecker Arschloch u.a. betitelt.

Ich spritzte nun erheblich ab und stöhnte natürlich laut was die Drei natürlich zu weiteren Kommentaren veranlasste. Meine Hand war nun gefüllt mir Sperma. Ich musste es jedem zeigen und dann befahl mir mein Herr dass ich damit meinen Schwanz und meinen Sack einreiben soll. Nun begannen sich alle auszuziehen und ich musste den Beiden Gästen die Schwänze blasen. Dazu kniete ich mich vor ihnen auf den Boden, sie saßen auf dem Sofa und mein Kopf wurde jeweils hart von ihnen auf die Schwänze gedrückt, sie selbst küssten und schmusten dabei wobei natürlich ich immer wieder mit Worten “Los streng dich an die Blashure” “Leck und schluck meinen Schwanz du Sau” und so weiter.

Lediglich bei dem älteren Gast hatte ich Probleme, die anderen beiden Schwänze standen sehr schnell richtig hart, dabei war es super geil sowohl der Schwanz meines Herrn wie auch der des muskulösen Gastes waren so ca 20 – 22cm und mindesten 5 cm im Durchmesser, also tolle harte Kolben. Beim älteren Gast musste ich erstmals unter den über den Schwanz hängenden Bauch kriechen. Dabei war ein geiler perverser Schweißgeruch festzustellen. Dann erst konnte ich einen kleinen Schwanz ins Maul nehmen. Jedoch zu meinem erstaunen hatte der Typ riesige Bulleneier darunter hängen.

Als nun alle Schwänze standen stellte sich mein Herr breitbeinig vor den Tisch und befahl mir dass ich seinen Arsch lecken und gute weich machen sollte.

Ich bemühte mich und drang dabei auch tief mit der Zunge in sein herrliches Loch.

Er stöhnte immer mehr und mehr um sich dann umzudrehen und mir seinen Schwanz einfach tief ins Maul zu schieben.

So stehen und ich vor ihm kniend kam der muskulöse Mann hinter meinen Herrn und setzte seinen Schwanz an um meinen Herrn zu ficken.

Mit jedem Stoß wurde der Schwanz des Herrn tief in mein Maul gestoßen.

Der ältere kniete dann hinter mich und drückte mir, nachdem er mehrmals auf mein Arschfickloch gespuckt hatte seinen Schwanz in den Darm. Dabei jubelte er “Geil eine solche Dreckshurensau in den Arsch zu ficken”. Seine Bulleneier stießen bei jedem Stoß an meinen sack was mich natürlich anstachelte. Seine überaus fette Wampe legte sich auf meinen Arsch und klatschte immer wieder drauf. Ich war nun richtig gepfählt vorne der herrlicher Schwanz meines Herrn der mir durch den Ficker der ihn fickte immer weiter in meine Maulvotze geschoben wurde und hinten einen fetten absoluten perversen Ficker der mir immer mehr und mehr meinen Darm durchpflügte wobei ich nun immer mehr und mehr bemerkte wie der Darminhalt, ich durfte ja vorher nicht auf die Toilette, nach oben geschoben wurde.

Mein Herr und der Älteren bedienten meinen Arsch indem sie immer wider mit der Hand draufschlugen.

Kurz vorm abspritzen zog mein Herr seinen Schwanz raus, die anderen ebenfalls und sie standen nun über meinen Gesicht und wichsten mir alles ins Gesicht, eine Spermaladung nach der Anderen wurde escort içerenköy in mein Gesicht und meine Maulvotze abgefeuert.

Rechts und links lief das Sperma herunter. Mein Herr befahl mir nun seinen Schwanz sauber zu lecken, was ich natürlich gerne tat.

Nun kam der ältere Gast und verschmierte mir das Sperma auf meinen Gesicht und befahl mir dass ich seinen Schwanz, der natürlich auch etwas braune Reste dabei hatte sauber zu lecken. Als er merkte dass ich vorsichtig zu Werke ging drückte er mich rücklings auf den Boden setzte sich mit seinen ganzen Gewicht auf meinen Mauch und schob mir den Schwanz ins Maul, dabei wurde mein Gesicht total von seiner Wampe bedeckt. Ich musste nun ob ich wollte oder nicht diesen Schwanz sauber lecken.

Als er fertig war nahm mich mein Herr an der leine, er hatte sich in der Zwischenzeit angezogen und er sagte: “So mein geiler verdreckte Hurenfickstück, so geil eingesaut finde ich dich super. Du wirst nun noch ein weiteres perverses Erlebnis bekommen.

Ich, nach pisse stinkend, Schwanz und sack mit eigenen inzwischen eingetrocknetem Sperma verschmiert und mit Sperma verschmierten Gesicht nickte nur.

Alle drei waren nun angezogen und ich musste nackt in Richtung Haustür kriechen. Dort wartet mein Herr mit mir während der ältere rausging. Ich hörte einen Wagen vor der Tür anhalten und der Ältere kam zurück. Die Haustür wurde nun geöffnet und etwa 10 Meter entfernt stand ein Kombi bei dem die Heckklappe offenstand. Mein Herr befahl: “Los du Sau du wirst nun Gassi geführt, bewegt deinen perversen stinkenden Sklavenkörper zum Auto, aber kriechend!”

Ich kroch also an der leine zum Auto und hoffte, dass mich niemand sah, Gott wie Dank war es inzwischen nach 22.00 Uhr und dunkel.

Im Heck lag eine Decke mit der ich zugedeckt wurde, die Leine wurde an der Seite wie im Viehwaggon festgebunden.

“Wenn du nicht folgsam bist lassen wir dich irgendwo nackt raus, verstanden du Sau” sagte der jüngere Mann. Ich nickte und die Fahrt ging los.

Nach etwa 10 Minuten wurde angehalten und die drei kamen zum Heck und mein Herr nahm die Leine, Ich musste rauskriechen und bemerkte,, dass wir auf einem Schwulenparkplatz waren.

Ich wurde nun wie ein Hund an den Waldrand geführt, mindest 3-4 Anwesende kamen näher und schauten zu.

Ich musste nun auf Befehl das Bein heben und pissen. Da meine Blase sehr gefüllt war begann ich sofort mit einem dicken Strahl meine Pisse abzugeben. Eine schöne große Pisslache bildete sich auf dem Boden.

Nachdem ich ausgepisst hatte musste ich mich in diese Pisslache auf den Rücken legen.

Meine drei Begleiter zogen nun ihre Schwänze raus und pissten einfach über mich. Den inzwischen 5 weiteren Typen wurde gesagt dass sie mich vollpissen könnten und auch vollwichsen dürften. Alle 5 pissten auf mich und 3 wichsten und spritzen mir ihren Schwanzsaft auf den Körper. So eingesaut wurde ich wieder an der leine in zum Auto geführt und im Heck angebunden zurückgefahren.

Mein Herr stieg dann mit mir aus und ich kroch stinkend brav neben ihm zurück in seine Wohnung. Dort musste ich ihn nochmals blasen und dann wurde ich mit den Worten:

Du Dreckhurensau du verpisste Schlampe geht duschen und dann nach Hause, Dein Herr war zufrieden und wird sich wieder bei dir melden.

Total erschöpft aber mental absolut befriedigt fuhr ich nach hause.

Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

I am writing this for my Domme.

I rounded the corner and continued along the hall, keeping an eye on the room numbers. 534, 535, 536… It should be right up here. The soft clack of my red brown oxfords on the white tiles quickened with my eager pace. A wide smile spread across my face when I finally saw room 544 and the new gold plate shining below the number on the door. It still sparked a warm sense of accomplishment to see the word “Doctor” before my name. The permanence of the etched metal made it feel even more official. I could not resist the urge to trace the letters with my finger. I shifted the obnoxiously tall stack of administrative paperwork to my left hand and fumbled for the key in my pocket. The lock made a heavy, satisfying click as I turned the key and I took a deep breath before pushing open the door to my new office.

There were empty wooden bookshelves lining the wall to the left and empty white walls everywhere else. The wooden desk toward to back of the room looked like it was probably older than me, with scratches and dents that spoke of those who had used it before me. I dropped the stack of papers and my leather bag on its surface and proceeded toward the window along the back wall. It looked out over a grassy courtyard and beyond toward more brick buildings full of offices just like this. ardahan escort Except this one was mine.

It could have been two minutes or twenty minutes that I looked out the window, lost in thinking about which books to fill the shelves with, the stack of paperwork on the desk that I needed to complete, the excitement of plans and ideas and potential. The sound of the door shutting gently behind me brought me out of it. I turned, expecting to see that it had been pushed shut by an air current, but instead saw her. Her dark curls fell neatly around her shoulders and a smile I knew all too well spread across her red lips. I was wet before she said a word.

I came around the desk toward her but she shook her head at me and pointed at the floor. “Kneel,” she commanded. I feel to my knees fast, without question. My eyes cast down toward the gray carpet and my hands fell into place behind my back.

“That’s better. Good girl,” she said. Sparks rose in my stomach when I felt the brief touch of her hand as she pushed a stray red lock out of my face. She reached down with the same hand and undid the top four buttons of my shirt so that the black bra underneath was visible against my pale breasts. She continued past me and I heard her slide onto the top of the desk.

“Touch artvin escort yourself,” she called from behind me. I hesitated a moment, wondering if the door was locked. “Is there a problem?” she asked, clearly annoyed by my hesitation.

“No, Miss,” I responded as my right hand unbuckled my belt, then unbuttoned my pants, and finally lowered the zipper. With my hand in the front of my panties, I realized I was even more wet than I thought. I closed my eyes and bit my bottom lip in a failed attempt to keep my breathing as quiet as possible. I was surprised by how quickly I could feel myself approaching an orgasm, but I knew I needed permission.

“Miss, may I come?” I asked.

“No,” she responded. I heard her slide of the desk and a moment later felt the front of her legs pressed against my back. “Count to ten and ask again.”

As I counted aloud, she ran her hand down my chest and into the cup of my bra. Her fingers caressed my nipple and “six” came out with a wince as she pinched. When I finally reached ten, I asked again, growing more desperate as my frustration was building under her teasing touch.

“No. Stop touching yourself.”

I obediently pulled my hand away, wishing I did not have to but knowing I could not protest. She did not pull her hand away, instead bodrum escort moving it to my other nipple. When I involuntarily flinched at the touch, her other hand pulled my chin up to meet her eyes.

“Stop squirming.” It took every ounce of energy I had to be still but I wanted to please her. When I felt like I could not take another second, she offered, “Touch yourself and ask me again.”

“Miss, may I please come?” I begged.

“Count to ten once more, then you may come. Do not make a sound and keep your eyes on me,” she said.

As soon as “ten” left my mouth, I came fast and hard. Her hand was still under my chin and her eyes were locked on mine. My legs shook violently with pleasure and exhaustion from kneeling.

When I finished, she let me go and took a few steps back so I could no longer feel her pressed against me. After another moment, she passed my shoulder and lifted my chin once more so that my eyes met hers.

“The office might be yours, but do not forget that you are mine,” she reminded me in a cool, even tone. Her eyes sparked deadly serious, daring me to question her, and knowing that I would not. “I am done with you for now,” she said, releasing me.

I quickly fixed my clothing and tried to stand but found my legs were too unsteady still. Instead, I sat back on the floor with my back against the desk to catch my breath. I watched as she made her way toward the door. As she opened it she looked back with one more reminder for me.

“Don’t forget it’s your turn to make dinner tonight,” she said with a mischievous smile, then left, shutting the door behind her.

Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Mira and I got into the car to drive back to our compound. I rolled down the window so I could smell the scents. The smells of the forest combined with those of the lake were still so new to me. I could just stand there and let them wash over me. I couldn’t wait to come back there. I was hoping I would get a room that overlooked the lake.

The drive back was silent. I kept looking out my window at the forest. I tried to hold Mira’s hand, but she said she needed both to enter data on her tablet. It had been less than an hour since our meeting with Mrs Tremaine, but Mira’s demeanour had changed completely.

We got back to the compound and she was out the door almost before the car had stopped. I got out a bit slower and followed her to our building. She was waiting for me and punched her code into the keypad as I got closer. She entered the building first and headed for the stairs. She jogged up them and stood waiting again as I walked up the them. As I neared our floor she set off again towards our room. Why was she behaving like this? Was she angry that I was being moved on? She hadn’t seemed like it. In fact, she seemed quite proud of me. I had to find out what was going on.

She swiped her keycard through the reader and entered our suite. She held it open for me with her heel. I walked in and she let the door go. She headed straight for the walk-in closet. When I entered, she was packing her few clothes into a small bag.

“What’s going on?” I asked.

“I’m packing. Your new trainer will be here shortly,” she said.

“Are you mad at me? Have I done something wrong?”

“No. Not at all. This is how it is for us. We get a little bit of time to assess new arrivals and if they look like they’re going to be a good fit, we pass them on to the next person,” she explained as she turned towards me.

I leaned in and kissed her softly and passionately. She kissed me back. Our tongues intertwined, wrestling each other. I reached my hand up to cup her breast, but the door bell sounded. Mira broke the kiss and went to answer the door.

I followed her out and got a huge shock. Standing just inside the door was Alissa. She was wearing a grey skin tight crop top with spaghetti straps and black athletic shorts. Her toned abs looked incredible. I so wanted to run my tongue along those fantastic ridges and feel her squirm underneath me. She and Mira were having a whispered discussion.

“This is your new trainer,” Mira announced.

“Hi Daphne. Surprise!” Alissa said, a huge grin spreading over her exquisite face.

Mira came over to me and gave me a huge hug. I wanted us to stay like this. I loved her smell and the feel of her body against me. I wanted to strip her naked, take her to the bed and make wild love to her. I really wasn’t ready for a change. Even if the change was Alissa.

“Behave yourself. Listen to everything Alissa says. She’s really good,” Mira said, emphasizing the last word.

She let go of me and pulled away. She picked up her bag, whispered something in Alissa’s ear which produced a huge grin and then left the suite. She didn’t turn around.

When the door closed Alissa stepped close and kissed me. Her tongue started to explore my mouth. I let my tongue meet hers and they tangled with one another. We stayed like this for quite a few seconds, then she broke it. As she did, she pulled my t-shirt up over my head. My hands moved reflexively to cover my breasts.

“Hey, don’t hide those. I want you naked when we’re in the room,” she said as she pried my hands away from my chest.

“That’s no fair. I get to see your breasts, too, ” I said reaching for her shirt. It was a bit difficult to remove because it was so tight.

She kissed me again, this time more passionately. We deepened the kiss. I was getting very turned on. A little dribble of juice leaked from my vagina into my panties. Alissa broke the kiss and started to remove my shorts.

“Oh, wow. You are wet,” she said as she spotted the mark on my underwear.

I pulled down her shorts to discover she wasn’t wearing panties. I gave a small gasp. Mira had always worn panties, the short time we were dressed. I found I really liked Alissa’s choice. She grabbed a hold of my hand and pulled me over to the bed.

We fell on the it together then she climbed on top of me. She pinned my arms above my head and kissed me again. This one was more gentle with no tongue. She kissed my jaw and then moved to my ear, sucking the lobe into her mouth. I sighed and turned my head so she had better access. I could feel myself getting wetter.

Alissa moved down to my breasts and licked her way around them. She then took each nipple into her mouth and sucked on them before running her tongue over them several times. Then, without warning, she stopped and rolled off me.

“I want you to get me off,” she said, a lascivious look in gorgeous blue eyes. I grinned at her and pushed her onto her back. I climbed on top of her and kissed her softy then I deepened it. kilis escort Alissa sighed into the kiss.

I then kissed and licked down her jaw to her neck. I paid particular attention to her collar bones giving them a nice light suck. Alissa warned me not to leave any marks. I moved up to her earlobes. I sucked on them for several seconds until she let out a little squeal.

I worked my way down to her breasts. I licked my way around them both before taking each nipple into my mouth and sucking. When I released them they made a popping sound. I found that a real turn on. I think Alissa did too because she nodded at me when I lifted my head to look into her eyes.

I kissed my way down to her abs. The muscles flexed under my attention and I licked my way across and then back again. It was magnificent. Then, I tongued her belly button. She squirmed and laughed for a few seconds before she gently pushed me away. So, she was ticklish. I was going to have to remember that.

When I reached her mons, I kissed and licked across it for a couple of minutes before proceeding to her thighs. I kissed and sucked on them, stopping where they joined her body. I remembered that sucking on the outer labia had driven Mira wild so I tried it with Alissa. I got the same reaction. I could hear her sucking her breath in through her teeth and moaning. Such sexy sounds.

I lay down between her legs and, using my fingers, I parted her inner labia. It was so beautiful and pink. I needed to taste her. I thrust my tongue in as far as it would go. Alissa’s back arched and her legs began to shake. I moved my tongue in and out half a dozen times and then ran it between her lovely folds from bottom to top stopping just below the clitoris.

I looked up into her eyes again. They were hooded and filled with desire. She smiled at me. I smiled back and returned to her vagina. I continued to lick her and enjoyed the sounds and smell of her arousal. After a couple of minutes I stopped and lifted my head up so I could lick my lips extravagantly. She tasted fantastic: a little salty, but sweet at the same time.

I licked the forefinger of my left hand and slowly put it inside her. I pumped it in and out for a bit and then curled the finger like Mira had shown me to make contact with her G spot. Alissa was moaning almost non stop now. She was also getting extremely wet. I added a second find and began to waggle them. Her hips were moving in time to my thrusting.

I bent my head and took her hard erect clitoris into my mouth. I sucked on it and lashed it with my tongue. I could see Alissa’s eyes roll into the back of her head. She arched her back impossibly high and then thumped down on the bed. Her vaginal muscles were contracting around my fingers. Suddenly, I felt a flood of liquid running down my hand and arm. I looked up at her and she was lying very still on the bed, her breath coming in gasps. I had made her orgasm.

I continued to move my fingers in and out of her for a few seconds while she came down from her high. When I finally removed my fingers from her vagina I got a major surprise. Along with all the juice had come a white substance that slowly moved out of her. I dipped a finger in it. I held the hand up and looked at it. Tendrils of it connected my fingers together. I looked over at Alissa.

“That’s girl cum, baby,” she laughed. “Wow. You really did a number on me. Who told you to waggle your fingers like that? Mira?”

I nodded my head as I continued to stare at the goo on my fingers. I brought them to my mouth and tasted them experimentally. It was intoxicating. I licked my fingers clean and then scooped up more of the white matter. I licked my finger clean again.

“That stuff your loving so much is called cream. You get it when you get a woman very aroused and excited,” she explained.

I definitely wanted to do that to her again and soon. She crooked her finger to indicate she wanted me to move up the bed. I did so licking my way as I went. The light coating of sweat on her skin was so arousing. I still couldn’t believe I was doing this to her. And it felt so unbelievably right. Every kiss and touch brought home to me just how much I enjoyed other women. I was hoping I was doing well enough to make that clear.

When I reached her breasts I stopped to love on them. A single droplet of sweat sat in the dip between them. Using my fingers, I played with it for a moment. I looked up again and Alissa had a delighted look on her face. Was it because she had just orgasmed or was she pleased to see me playing with her body?

I finally crawled up beside her and lay my head on the pillow next to her shoulder. I lightly caressed her body and listened to her contented sighs.

“Did you enjoy that?” she asked.

“Very much so. Your breasts, abs and vagina are glorious. I could touch you forever and not ever be disappointed,” I gushed out.

“Breasts? Vagina? Oh, sweetie we’re adults, we can talk like them. Breasts kırklareli escort are boobs, tits or titties. Vagina is pussy or cookie,” she said.

I sat rolling these new expressions around in my head. I had heard them briefly from some of my classmates in school. The teachers always used the formal names when discussing them with us.

“I like boobs and pussy,” I decided. She smiled at me and pulled me into her.

We lay there entangled in each other for a while. Alissa had her eyes closed. I was too wired with excitement to even think about sleeping, so I traced patterns gently across her boobs using the nipples as the focal point.

Alissa suddenly sprang up, grabbed my hand and moved us off the bed. We walked to the ensuite bathroom and she turned on the water. I stood watching as she adjusted the temperature and put in the plug. She turned to me and winked her eye mischievously.

“I’m going to teach you something amazing when the tub’s filled,” she announced.

My heart skipped a beat. Any reason to make love to Alissa was a good one in my book. And if I learned a way to make future lovers happy, then that was even better.

“Get in and sit with your back against the wall,” she said as she turned the water off. I stepped in and sat down.

“Now spread your legs,” I did so. She sat down between them and then reclined against me.

“You can go ahead and play with me,” she advised.

I moved her hair so it was over her left shoulder and started to nuzzle her neck. She leaned her head back as far as she could and we had an awkward kiss. I then took my right hand and started to kneed her breas…boobs while my right went under the water and sought out her pussy.

I ran my forefinger through her folds from bottom to top and then flicked her clit.. She leaned back into me a bit more and sighed. I repositioned my hand and started to rub her in a circular motion. This was definitely the trick as she arched her back and moaned loudly. I took my left hand from her boobs and used it to rub her while the right sought her entrance. I found it and put my middle finger inside her just past the first knuckle.

Alissa’s legs started to shake and her breathing was laboured. I could feel her walls closing around my finger. She was definitely close. I increased the rhythm of my rubbing on her clit. She was bucking her hips clear out of the water now. With a final strangled moan her whole body shook and she sank back into the water. I wrapped my arms around her and helped her sit up before going back to rubbing her, this time more gently. After a few seconds she reached out and grabbed my arm to stop me.

I again moved her hair away from her shoulder and started to softly kiss her neck, ear and then cheek. Her breathing was returning to normal.

“You are so sexy. I love being able to make you cum. It makes me wet watching you writhe and buck and shake,” I whispered in her ear. It felt so weird to speak like that.

Shakily Alissa turned herself around and sat in my lap facing me. She leaned in and kissed me softly on the mouth while her hands played with my boobs.

“You’re going to get to make those words true,” she said standing up.

She put her left leg on the side of the tub and moved herself as far forward as she could. I bent forward myself. Her pussy looked spectacular with little droplets of water falling off it. I placed a nice kiss on her shaved mons. Then I licked it all over. She began to moan almost straight away.

“Stick your tongue out,” she instructed.

I did so. She began to move her hips forward and back. I adjusted my position again so I was up on my knees and angled slightly forward. I stuck my tongue out to its maximum and Alissa’s pussy rubbed across it. Wow. What an amazing feeling. She kept doing this for a couple of minutes, then she gently pushed me so I was sitting down again. She came toward me and I reached up and cupped her ass. My tongue made contact with her luscious sex. It was like I was in heaven.

Alissa’s knees began to buckle after about a minute. I reached out to steady her. She could no longer stand so she sat on the edge of the tub with her legs spread. I put two fingers inside her and waggled them while thrusting in and out. I put my mouth on her sensitive nub and began to suck and swipe it with my tongue. It wasn’t very long before her walls were closing around my fingers and her eyes rolled into the back of her head.

When her back arched I again reached out for her and moved her back into the water. I readjusted myself so I was once again sitting with my back against the wall and Alissa between my legs. She was panting and I could feel the motion against my boobs. It was making my nipples hard. I wrapped my arms around her midriff and waited for her to calm down.

She started to stand up and I got up behind her. She stepped out and I got out. I grabbed a towel from the shelf and began to dry her off. I could see her legs karabük escort were still shaky.

“I’m sorry if I overdid it,” I said quietly.

“Never apologize for making someone cum,” she said as she wrapped her arms around me. We stood pressed together for a minute. It felt so wonderful. Our boobs were touching and every so often her body would spasm. I was getting so turned on.

We finished drying each other and made our way back to the bed. I got in first and lay on my back with my right arm out wide. Alissa got in and snuggled up to me. Before I could even begin to try and touch her, she fell asleep.

*****

After supper later that afternoon, she had me sit in one the armchairs while she went to fetch something from her bag. It was a matte black case with silver hasps. It looked like something medical. She put it down on the coffee table and opened it up. Inside were several compartments separated by felt dividers. In one of the compartments looked to be a control box. It had multiple buttons and dials on it with a small digital readout. Another compartment had several sets of wires. The rest of them held what looked to be pads of some kind.

Alissa picked up the control box and attached the wires to it. Next, she picked up the pads and attached one. She attached the pad to her right bicep.

“This unit is call a Stim. It helps to build muscle. Using these combined with working out in the gym will have you fit in no time,” she explained as she flexed her arm. The muscle popped out.

She turned the machine on. I could see her bicep contracting.

“Come here and put your hand on my bicep. Can you feel that?” she asked.

I could feel the contractions as well as see them. I was getting turned on. I started to rub her arms and then her boobs.

“Whoa there tiger. This is training time. Sex will cum later. Mira was right, you really are enthusiastic,” Alissa laughed.

I sat back down in the chair and she attached the pads. One on each arm and two on the stomach. The gel she used felt cold against my skin.

“Now, this is going to work your arms and abs. The gel I used is to help with conduction,” she explained. “Get ready. I’m going to start you off on low power.”

I could feel the electrical impulses making my muscles flex and contract, flex and contract. I wondered how long it would take me to get a body like Alissa’s.

“In the short time we have, you won’t seem any appreciable muscle growth, but if you keep it up in a few months you will,” she advised.

After twenty minutes on the Stim machine she said it was time to hit the gym. She made me go to the bathroom to change into my workout clothes. When I came back out she was already dressed. The way the elastic material clung to her body was magnificent. I so hoped she’d let me strip her out of it when we got back. However, she shocked me by handing me a swimsuit. She said workouts should always be accompanied by swimming.

When we came back to our suite almost an hour later my arms felt like lead and my stomach had a slight ache whenever I made a jerky movement. I stripped off my swimsuit and got into the shower. As I washed I kept checking to see if Alissa was going to join me. To my disappointment, she didn’t. After I had gotten all the chlorine of me, I shut the shower off and dried myself on one of the big fluffy towels. The feel of it on my skin was luxurious.

After I finished drying myself, I wrapped the towel around my body and went back to the main area of the suite. Alissa was sitting on the bed naked. She moved off it and come over to me. She swept the towel off me with a giggle and went into the bathroom herself. I climber onto the bed and lay down. I heard the shower turn on and not more than fifteen seconds later I was asleep.

*****

The next day was leg day. I used the Stim machine and then went to the gym. We came back to the suite after almost an hour once again. Alissa took me into the shower and we made love until the water became cold. We dried each other off and went back into the main room. She looked at something on the table and grunted.

“There’s something here for you. You need to study up for your examiniation tomorrow. We have to figure out what your aptitudes are so then the people in HR will know what job best suits you,” she said. She went on to explain that I would have a new exam every other day until my time with her was up.

The book on top was more of a pamphlet and contained a description of every job I might be considered for. I liked the look of Business Administration with a focus on finance. The second book was a language textbook much like what I got in school and the third was a work book. The work book had a list of the pages I would need to study as well as practical exercises.

Alissa said she was going to leave me to study. She put on clothes and went out. I settled down and went to work. Most of what was listed was things I had already studied. It was fairly easy and I finished quickly. By the time she came back, I had been through each exercise question three times.

We went out to dinner and when we came back to the suite we watched a movie on the Tri-D system. At twenty-two hundred hours we went to bed. I snuggled up next to Alissa and very quickly fell asleep.

Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

„So der nächste!” forderte ich die Beiden auf.

„Du oder ich zuerst?” fragte Kevin, als ich schon auf dem Weg in die Küche war.

„Gehen wir doch zusammen?” schlug Horst vor und nahm Kevin bei der Hand und zog ihn unter die Dusche und als die beiden sich unter der Dusche gegenseitig einseiften, wurden sie wieder geil und wie zu zuvor unter leidenschaftlichen Knutschen, wichsten sie sich ihre Ruten bis zum Abschluss.

Gut gelaunt kamen die beiden bereits in ihren Kombis die Treppe herunter und wir frühstückten gemeinsam, als es gegen halb 8 schon an der Tür klingelte.

„Scheiße Horst, machst Du mal auf, ich muss mich ja noch anziehen.”

„Mach doch keinen Stress, wenn sie das sind, sind sie eh viel zu früh. Wir haben um 8 Uhr gesagt.”

Horst öffnete die Tür und es war Fred.

„Fred? Wo sind denn die anderen? Ich dachte, Ihr kommt wieder mit dem Bus?”

„Die anderen ja, aber ich hatte heute morgen schon einen dringenden Einsatz von einem Stammkunden. Der hat mich gestern Abend noch angerufen und mich heute schon um 6 Uhr abgeholt, der wohnt schräg gegenüber.”

„Ach der Herr Weingärtner?”

„Genau!”

„Stimmt, der hat ja auch ne Maschine, Kawasaki wenn ich mich nicht irre! Hast Du ihn gefragt, ob er mitkommen möchte.”

„Das ist richtig, ja habe ich, aber er hat heute schon was vor. Sag mal ist der Kevin auch schon da? Das ist doch seine, äh meine Karre?”

„Morgen Chef,” begrüßte ihn Kevin.

„Was machst Du denn schon hier?”

„Wir haben ihn überzeugen können, dass er genauso gut hier übernachten könnte, wenn wir doch heute wieder fahren und nach dem Aufräumen ist es doch ganz schön spät geworden und wir wollten nicht, dass er alleine nach hause fahren muss. Schließlich haben wir doch Platz genug, ihr hättet auch alle hier pennen können, Bernd hat einige Gästezimmer.”

„Stimmt, das Haus ist echt riesig. Naja vielleicht beim nächsten Mal!”

„Gut, dass Du früher als die anderen da bist, nimm Dir n Kaffee und dann komm mit, ich hätte da noch was mit Dir zu besprechen, ja?”

„Was gibt es denn?”

„Lass uns nach nebenan gehen und das unter vier Augen besprechen.”

Sie gingen ins Wohnzimmer und zog die Schiebetüren zu, als ich wieder in der Küche erschien und fragend auf Kevin schaute.

„Fred und Horst haben was zu besprechen, keine Ahnung!” zuckte er mit den Schultern.

Ich fragte mich insgeheim, was das schon wieder sein konnte, aber schwieg vor Kevin.

„Fred, ich glaube ich brauche ne neue Maschine!” begann Horst ohne Umschweife das Gespräch.

„Was, Deine Karre ist doch noch nicht mal ein halbes Jahr alt?”

„Stimmt, aber für unsere Touren brauche ich was mit mehr PS.”

„Ja gut, Du hast schon gute Fortschritte gemacht. Sonst würde ich so einem Frischling davon abraten. Aber ich kann ja jetzt schon gut einschätzen, wie gut Du Dein Motorrad beherrscht.”

„Danke, also kann ich die Woche mal vorbei kommen?”

„Ja am besten am Donnerstag, da ist Kevin in der Berufsschule!”

„Ja das passt gut, da habe ich Zeit. Und eine Bitte, sag Bernd noch nichts davon, am Besten auch Kevin nicht, in Ordnung!”

„Klar kein Problem. Aber sag mal wer ist den die Frau hier auf den Bildern, mit Dir und Euch?”

„Das ist Hella, meine verstorbene Frau.”

„Oh, Du warst verheiratet? Das wusste ich ja gar nicht.”

„Woher auch?”

„Und Bernd kannte sie auch?”

„Ja klar, er arbeitet doch schon über 10 Jahre für mich und natürlich kannte er Hella, sehr gut sogar, sie waren sehr gut miteinander befreundet. Er gehörte quasi schon lange zur Familie.”

„Ach so ist das?”

„Genau, deswegen bin ich ja zu ihm gezogen, nach ihrem Tod. Ich konnte einfach nicht mehr alleine sein, besonders nicht in unserem alten Haus. Und Bernd gab mir einfach halt und es war so für mich das Einfachste.”

„Klar, wie lange wart Ihr verheiratet!”

„Knapp 30 Jahre!”

„Das ist ne lange Zeit.”

„Eben! Also ich komm Donnerstag rum und keinem ein Sterbenswort, OK?”

„Geht klar!”

Bevor ich nachfragen konnte, klingelte es schon an der Tür und schnell saßen wir wieder alle auf unseren Böcken. Heute war das Wetter noch besser als gestern und wir genossen die Ausfahrt. Horst, Kevin und ich natürlich durch die viele Endorphine, die durch unsere Körper strömten. Besonders bei Kevin war dies auffällig, er wirkte heute sehr viel gelöster als gestern. Da fiel vor allen Dingen Fred ab, der Horst bei einer Rast zur Seite nahm:

„Was habt Ihr denn mit Kevin gemacht, der ist ja heute so ganz anders?”

„Was meinst Du?”

„Der ist total locker und easy drauf, sonst ist er immer eher melancholisch.”

„Wir waren einfach nett zu ihm?”

„Wie meinst Du das?”

„Fred, escort acıbadem kapierst Du denn nicht, dass er einfach ein fehlendes Selbstvertrauen hat? Den Bub musst Du mehr aufbauen!”

„Das mache ich doch schon ständig. Wie ich Dir bereits gestern sagte, er ist der beste Lehrling, den ich je hatte. Er ist clever und fleißig, der schafft sicher die verkürzte Ausbildung!”

„Echt, das wäre ja super!”

„Ja, ein Jammer, dass der nach dem Abi nicht studieren konnte. Aber ohne Kohle musste er halt eine Ausbildung machen. Aber ich glaube der fühlt sich schon wohl bei mir.”

„Ja das glaube ich auch. Ach er hat Abi gemacht, hat er gar nicht erzählt.”

„Dem musste das alles echt aus der Nase ziehen. Er ist halt meist sehr verschlossen, um so mehr freut es mich, dass er bei den Jungs hier so auftaut.”

„Gestern Abend hat er aber doch war raus gelassen. Du hast ihm den Führerschein bezahlt?”

„Hab ich, allerdings nicht nur aus reiner Menschenliebe. Er muss ja auch Bikes ausliefern oder Ersatzteile besorgen, daher hat er gleich Klasse A + B2 gemacht. Ich hab da schließlich auch was von.”

„Und das lastet auch auf ihm, dass er Dir so viel Geld schuldet.”

„Deswegen lass ich ihn ja auch am Samstag was arbeiten, damit er mehr Geld macht.”

„Und das haben wir auch vor!”

„Echt, was soll er denn für Euch machen?”

„Hast Du nicht gesehen gestern, er hat echt ein Händchen für´s Tisch decken und servieren. Wir wollen ihn engagieren, wenn wir Gäste zu Besuch haben, naja und für ein paar andere Dinge im Haus.”

„Ich dachte Ihr habt alles besetzt. Habt Ihr nicht Gärtner, Pooljungen und eine Haushälterin?”

„Die letzte hat vor 2 Wochen gekündigt, geht zurück nach Meck-Pomm, Ihre Mutter ist pflegebedürftig! Also das passt, wir können also wirklich Hilfe gebrauchen. Aber wir wollen es langsam angehen. Wir können ihn ja nicht so einspannen, er muss ja auch bei Dir was leisten.”

„Das ist sehr anständig von Dir Horst.”

„Lass mal gut sein, junge Kerle muss man fördern!”

Kevin unterbrach uns strahlend.

„Chef, die Karre schnurrt jetzt wieder wie ne Eins, Sie hatten Recht, es war doch der XXX, nicht der YYY.”

„Freut mich, habe ich doch noch ein bisschen mehr Erfahrung als Du, was?”

„Hab ich das je bestritten, Chef?”

„Passt schon, aber sag mal, Du bist heute ja gut drauf.”

„Ja, ist doch super Wetter und die Strecke ist auch einfach genial. Und außerdem habe ich himmlisch gut geschlafen. Sie sollten mal das Riesenbett sehen, wo ich schlafen durfte. Da fühlt man sich wie in Abrahams Schoß.”

„Ach weißt Du jetzt endlich was ich gemeint habe neulich!”

„Absolut Chef!” und schon war er wieder davon gedüst.

„Dann muss ich Dein Angebot auch mal in Anspruch nehmen, vielleicht fühle ich mich dann auch wie in Abrahams Schoß?”

„Klar, jederzeit.”

„Einmal nicht neben der schnarchenden Alten pennen zu müssen, würde da schon reichen!”

Sie lachten beide dreckig und schon ging die Fahrt wieder weiter.

„Wollen wir heute wieder bei uns enden? Zu Essen ist nicht mehr viel da, aber Getränke haben wir noch genug!” schlug Horst vor.

„Nee, lass mal, wenn ich noch einen Abend weg bin, schmeißt meine Alte mich raus!”

„Meine auch.”

Wir verabschiedeten uns von allen am letzten Halt, da wir bald zu Hause waren, nur die anderen mussten noch ein Stückchen weiter.

„Und Kevin kommst Du noch mit zu uns?”

Unsicher schaute er sich um.

„Ich weiß nicht. Dann wird mein Chef nachher noch misstrauisch, wenn ich ständig bei Euch rumhänge.”

„Deine Entscheidung, aber Du bist uns immer Willkommen, ich hoffe das weißt Du!” sagte ich mit einem Augenzwinkern.

Kevin errötete sofort.

„Außerdem habe ich mitbekommen, dass Horst Fred schon gesagt hat, dass Du auch für uns arbeiten willst. Also die Sorge kann ich Dir nehmen!”

„Besser nicht!” antwortete er und zog seinen Helm wieder über den Kopf.

Wir winkten allen hinterher und gingen ins Haus. Kaum hatten wir die Tür geschlossen, fielen wir uns in die Arme.

„Was für ein Tag, was?”

„Wahnsinn, warum wollte Kevin denn nicht mit zu uns?”

„Ich glaube der muss erst einmal verarbeiten, was da heute Morgen zwischen uns passiert ist.”

„Das muss ich aber auch. Meinst Du denn, er kommt wieder und auch wieder in unser Bett?”

„Wer weiß, aber ich glaube schon, aber ich komme auch gerne wieder in Dein Bett.”

„Gute Idee, was hältst Du davon, wenn ich mich schon mal vorbereite und Du schmeißt den Whirlpool und die Sauna an und später reite ich mal wieder auf Dir, mein geiler Hengst?”

„Nichts lieber als das. Ich denke Kevin müssen wir, sollte istanbul eskort es überhaupt nochmal dazu kommen, langsam an so was ran führen.”

„Das kannst Du ja schließlich ausgezeichnet, hast Du ja bei mir auch geschafft.”

„Genau, ich bin ja der beste Heten-Knacker weit und breit!”

Lachend ging Horst ins Bad und kam schnell zurück, als ich ihn schon lüstern im Whirlpool erwartete. Und es dauerte nicht lange, da saß er schon auf meinem Schwanz und genoss es wie ich sein haariges Loch penetrierte.

Wir waren gerade so richtig in Fahrt, als es an der Türe klingelte.

„Wer kann das jetzt sein?”

„Kevin?”

Horst schnappte sich sein Handy und schaltete die Türkamera ein.

„Kevin? Was für eine schöne Überraschung. Komm rein, Bernd und ich sitzen im Whirlpool.”

Und schon drückte er den Türöffner.

Etwas verlegen stand Kevin vor uns. Ich schaltete die Düsen aus, damit wir uns besser unterhalten können.

„Schön, dass Du es Dir noch anders überlegt hast.”

“Zieh Dich aus und komm zu uns rein, das Wasser ist herrlich warm!”

„Sieht auch so aus!”

„Wieso?”

„Na Ihr seht schon ganz verschwitzt aus.”

„Wir konnten ja nicht wissen, dass uns ein hübscher Kerl noch beehrt?”

„Ja, ich fand es besser, erst mal nach hause zu fahren. Aber zu Hause habe ich es nicht ausgehalten.”

„Dann komm rein und wir machen da weiter, wo wir heute Morgen aufgehört haben.”

Zögernd zog er den Reißverschluss seiner Kombi runter und aufmerksam genossen wir sein Strippen. Das machte ihn genauso an wie uns und als er die Leiter zum Whirlpool hinaufstieg, stand sein Degen schon wieder ganz ordentlich.

Wir nahmen ihn in die Mitte und küssten und streichelten ihn und schnell schoss er seine Ladung ab.

„Na Du bist mir ja ein Schnellspritzer!”

„Entschuldige Horst.”

„Ach was, Kevin. Mach Dir mal keine Sorgen, das ist völlig in Ordnung und ja auch ein schönes Kompliment für uns, dass wir Dich so geil machen!”

„Stimmt, aber ich glaube wir gehen rein, das Wetter schlägt um. Wir wollten noch in die Sauna, hast Du Lust?”

Kevin nickte und wir begaben uns in den Keller und setzten uns ins die Sauna. Wie zu erwarten bei so jungen Kerlen, als er uns nackt gegenüber saß, ging seine Lanze schnell wieder in die Höhe. Dieses Mal setzte ich mich neben ihn und Horst platzierte sich eine Etage tiefer und blies ihm seinen Schwanz bis zum Happy End, während ich dieses Mal mit ihm dabei knutschte und streichelte.

Das war zu viel Erfahrung für unseren Neuling. Er machte schlapp und wir trugen ihn mit den Armen um unsere Schultern hinauf ins Schlafzimmer und gaben ihm erst mal ein paar Gläser Mineralwasser.

Wir legten ihn auf´s Bett und gemeinsam mit Horst rieben wir ihn mit unserem Lieblingsöl ein und massierten ihm Rücken und Beine. Kevin war noch ein bisschen schlapp und genoss unsere Behandlung. Zwischendurch rieben wir uns auch gegenseitig ein und knutschten, bis auch Kevin wieder fitter wurde und sich in unser Massagespiel einbrachte.

Mittlerweile waren wir alle ziemlich eingeölt und Horst und Kevin bliesen sich gegenseitig in der 69 Stellung. Horst präsentierte mir seine Kiste und ich konnte nicht umhin, mich seiner Grotte zu nähern. Er stöhnte laut auf, als ich ihm die Kimme leckte und Kevin wurde neugierig was ich da machte. Schnell war dabei und nachdem er mir kurz zuschaute, machte er gleich mit. Er sah wie Horst Loch größer und größer wurde.

Ich legte mich auf den Rücken und zog Horst auf mich. Währenddessen schauten wir wie Kevin reagierte. Er war sich noch nicht sicher, worauf das hinauflaufen würde und streichelte uns während wir uns in Position für einen Ritt brachten. Es machte ihn tierisch an, als er mitkriegte, dass ich das erste Mal in Horst hineinfuhr und vor allen Dingen welche Reaktion dies bei Horst auslöste.

Kevin legte sich neben mich und beobachtete wie wir miteinander fickten. Er streichelte sich die Rute und als Horst das mitkriegte, hielt er seine Hand fest.

„Wenn Du willst, reite ich auch noch auf Dir!”

Kevin traute seine Ohren zwar nicht, aber nickte und wartete ab. Allerdings mussten wir ihn immer wieder daran hindern, selber Hand anzulegen, wir befürchteten dass er trotz dass er schon 2 x abgespritzt hatte, bereits kommen würde, bevor Horst ihn besteigen konnte.

Ich war soweit und ich spritzte meinen Saft in Horst Darm, der sofort von mir runter stieg und sich Kevins Schwanz in den Arsch rammte. Horst war auch schon nahe am spritzen, wollte aber unbedingt erst kommen, wenn auch Kevin soweit war. Und er hatte Glück, dass er es noch so lange zurück halten konnte, als auch Kevin wieder soweit war und beide Kerle kamen gleichzeitig escort şerifali und ich kostete gemeinsam mit Kevin von Horst Saft. Verschwitzt und glücklich kuschelten wir zu dritt, mit Kevin in unserer Mitte, der schnell vor Erschöpfung einschlief.

Horst und ich waren noch lange wach und schauten uns an.

„Könntest Du Dir ein Leben zu Dritt vorstellen?”

„Das gleiche habe ich mir auch gerade vorgestellt? Aber meinst Du er will überhaupt?”

„Wir fragen ihn einfach morgen früh!”

Kevin machte große Augen, als wir ihm den Vorschlag machten, aber die Aussicht nun ständig mit uns Sex haben zu können, war mehr als er ausschlagen konnte. Aber er zögerte noch. Erst als wir beide noch einmal auf ihm ritten und ihn mehr als geil zum Abspritzen gebracht hatten, war er außer Stande der Versuchung noch länger zu widerstehen.

EPILOG:

Die 3 lebten von nun an zusammen ins Bernds Haus. Sie wurden richtig solide, Bernd & Horst schworen sämtlichen Partys ab und tauschten die ganzen Callboys gegen richtige Angestellte aus. Horst zog sich mehr und mehr aus der Kanzlei zurück. Seinen endgültigen Ausstieg verkündete er zeitgleich als er ankündigte, dass er Bernd heiraten würden. Als sie Kevin davon in Kenntnis setzten, dass sie endlich heiraten, fragten sie ihn, ob er ihr Trauzeuge sein wollte. Er wollte. Bernd wurde nach Horst Ruhestand Kanzleichef.

Kevin schloss seine KFZ-Lehre mit Bravour ab und Horst fragte ihn, wie er sich seine Zukunft vorstellte. Kevin war da ohne rechte Ideen. Also schlug Horst ihm vor, noch zu studieren und dass er und Bernd das Ganze finanzieren würden. Kevin war begeistert und ebenso eifrig, wie für seine KFZ-Schlosser Lehre, lernte er in seinem Jura Studium. Mit seinen beiden Daddies hatte er kompetente Unterstützung und kam gut voran und stieg natürlich ebenfalls in die Kanzlei ein.

Als auch Bernd das entsprechende Alter erreicht hatte, wollte er sich ebenfalls zu Ruhe setzen. Als die beiden dies alles organisierten, ordneten Horst und Bernd zeitgleich ihre persönliche Angelegenheiten und setzten sich gegenseitig als Alleinerben ein. Als Ehepartner war der jeweils andere zwar abgesichert, aber wie es mit Kevin weitergehen würde, bereitete Ihnen zunehmend Sorgen.

Mehr als 15 glückliche Jahre hatten mittlerweile zusammen verbracht und obwohl sie ja eigentlich mit der Materie mehr als vertraut waren, kamen sie erst zu diesem Zeitpunkt auf die Idee, Kevin noch als ihren Sohn zu adoptieren.

Nach einem feudalen Essen in einem schicken Restaurant unterbreiteten sie Kevin ihre Pläne, der sofort den Tränen nah war. Nachdem sie ihm ihre Beweggründe erklärt hatten, war er einverstanden und stolz, dass die zwei Männer, die so viel Anteil an seinem Leben hatten, nun auch die letzte Lücke in seinem Lebenslauf schlossen. Somit war alles geklärt und sie überließen Kevin die Kanzlei.

Horst und Bernd sitzen nun viel gemeinsam auf ihrer Terrasse und sind nur noch Privatmenschen. Und manchmal müssen sie sich kneifen, um zu begreifen, was für ein Glück sie im letzten Drittel ihres Lebens erfahren durften und dass 2 schwule Männer ohne Kinder, doch noch einen Erben hervorgebracht haben, der die Tradition fortführt. Und manchmal wenn sie dann ein wenig nostalgisch werden, dann heulen sie zu dritt, weil auch Kevin, auch nach all den Jahren, immer noch nicht fassen kann, dass sein Leben, welches so traurig begann noch so eine gute Wendung genommen hatte.

An einem solchen Abend beschlossen sie dann zusammen, dass „ihre” Kanzlei in Zukunft neben dem üblichen Geschäft auch vermehrt Pro-Bono-Fälle übernehmen wird, damit die Menschen die nicht so mit Glück gesegnet sind, auch zu Ihrem Recht kommen.

Als die beiden dann nicht mehr so fit waren, baute Kevin das ganze Haus altersgerecht um und sorgte sich nun um seine Väter, damit sie weiterhin alle zusammen sein konnten. Auch als Horst die Augen für immer schloss, sorgte er weiter für Bernd, bis auch er irgendwann über die Regenbogenbrücke gehen musste.

Auch viele Jahre nach dem Tod von Horst und Bernd führt Kevin im Andenken an seine beiden alten Herren die Kanzlei in dieser Tradition fort.

Leider ist ihm ein spätes Glück verwehrt geblieben. Er hat sich nie wieder neu verliebt und als auch er zu alt wurde, verkaufte er Kanzlei und Haus und zog in ein Altersheim am Genfer See, wo er gut abgesichert, hochbetagt, umsorgt, aber alleine, die letzten Tage seines Lebens verbrachte.

ENDE

Liebe Stammleser, dies ist für eine gewisse Zeit die letzte neue Geschichte. Seid versichert, ich schreibe im Hintergrund an neuen Geschichten, eine ist bereits halbfertig, Ideen und Bilder (leider nicht bei Literotica) für mindestens 2 konkrete weitere Geschichten sind bereits vorhanden und müssen noch ausgearbeitet werden. Die Zwischenzeit werde ich mit Geschichten füllen, die einige vielleicht kennen, aber die die neuen Leser vielleicht auch interessiert. Also bleibt mir gewogen und ich freue mich weiterhin auf Euren zahlreichen Kommentare und persönlichen Messages.

Nackige Grüße vom Eurem Bazzamann

Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

All parties are 18 or over in this story.

Amber just turned eight-teen today but was celebrating it alone. Her parents were gone on a business trip and had sworn that they would make it up to her later. Kathy, Amber’s best friend, was out of town, and her little brother was staying over at a friend’s house. She wanted to be alone with her boyfriend anyway because she was ready to lose her virginity to him, but he couldn’t come over. He told her that his parents were making him watch his brothers as they went out.

Amber thought she would spend her whole birthday alone until she saw her neighbor Susan sitting in a lawn chair. Susan was a kind and charming woman with long blonde hair. Looking a lot like A.J. Cook from Criminal minds but with a bigger and firmer ass. Being beautiful as she was made Amber wonder why she never saw any guys around her house. Not that she was spying or watching her every move, but in the last three years, she had never seen a guy around her place.

Susan was wearing a white blouse with the top three buttons undone and tan pants. The woman was relaxing from what Amber suspected was a hard day while drinking a glass of red wine. She didn’t want to bother her, but she was lonely and needed someone to talk to. Amber didn’t want to sound like a whiny little girl as she explained how bad her birthday was going.

While unloading how awful her day was going, she accidentally let it slipped out about her plan to have sex with her boyfriend. She didn’t mean to get that personal with her and felt embarrassed over it. Sex was a sin. Well, at least that’s what her mother said. She was surprised when Susan praised her for her decision to have sex and warned her that the first time often sucked, but it does get better.

Susan was eager for Amber to have a good time on her birthday that she took her into her house where they could talk some more. “Since it is your birthday, here is something to liven up your day. I am only doing this because it’s your special day, and please don’t tell your parents!” Susan said, pleading to Amber.

Amber never drank any alcohol before and didn’t really want any now, but she didn’t want to seem uptight. Swallowing her pride with a mouthful of something that was sweet-tasting, and found that she liked it. Amber figured it was better to test it out with someone safe that won’t take advantage of her. Letting herself relax drank a couple more glasses while enjoying Susan’s company and soon forgot about her trouble.

She was having a real good time until Susan’s phone rang. She had to come in to fix a work problem for a client who asked for her by name. It was like she was destined to be alone on her birthday, and forces were making sure that it happened. Susan told Amber that she was sorry, but she could finish her drink before going home.

Amber felt weird being in Susan’s house all alone, that she downed her drink fast. She felt the alcohol hit her all at once when she tried to stand up. Amber found herself unable to walk straight or think clearly. The only thing she could think of was that taking a cold shower might help. Whenever she felt sick, taking a shower before going to bed helped make her feel better.

Too afraid to walk home, she went in search of Susan’s shower. Amber staggered into the bathroom connected to Susan’s bedroom, where she quickly removed her clothes before stepping into a walk-in shower. It helped her a little, but she became a little light-headed, and when she got out, Amber put on a pink silk bathrobe that hung on the wall. Needing to Lie down from the dizziness she felt, she laid on Susan’s bed until it passed but ended up falling asleep.

Amber woke up with a jolt of pleasure running through her body. The first thing that she noticed was that the room was dark. She could hardly make out anything in the room with enough light to give objects within the room unfamiliar shapes. Amber soon realized that her robe was undone and could feel the night air dance across her naked flesh. Her nipples were hard and had the type of ache that only touching it could cure.

The reason they were hard was that somebody was between her legs licking her pussy. The pleasure that came from it was beyond words and was like nothing that she ever experienced before. The stranger knew what they were doing, sliding their tongue inside her and sucking on her pussy lips. When the person found her clitoris, she let out a long low pitch moan before biting her bottom lip.

It surprised her that she wasn’t trying to stop what was being done to her. This was the type of thing bad girls would do when these things happen to them. Good girls would say no and try to stop what was happening, but she enjoyed it too much ever to make it stop. She started to feel shameful because she began to think this may be Susan’s boyfriend and that she also had one of her own. Knowing she should say something to fix his mistake, she opened her mouth, but the wave of pleasure paralyzed her tongue.

The man must have assumed finding her lying on his girlfriend’s bed that bursa escort she was Susan. She could see how he could make that mistake in a dark room with someone with similar features as his girlfriend. Amber was also a blonde, and even in a dim-lit room, one couldn’t tell them apart. Amber could only hope that she looked that good at that age. Susan was twenty-six, and to a teenager like Amber, that was a long time away from eight-teen.

She opened her mouth to tell him to stop before things go any further than it already has, but only another moan escaped her lips. A tremble of pleasure ran through her that made her powerless to resist what was happening. Amber opened her legs wider; she couldn’t believe that she was going to let him fuck her without saying a word.

Grabbing her breasts, Amber squeezed them and played with her nipples. The stranger between her legs didn’t need any help hitting the right spot because he somehow knew where to touched her. It’s like this stranger knew her vagina inside and out. When she found the strength to push aside the desire to have his cock inside her was about to speak up when light from a passing car came through the bedroom window illuminating the room.

For a moment, she only registered that it was someone with long black hair, then it hit her. Susan’s boyfriend wasn’t between her legs, but her friend Monica was. It surprised her that she didn’t immediately push the girl away but what she was doing felt too good. It was one thing when she thought it was a guy between your legs licking her pussy with a skillful tongue. Amber’s mind told her this was wrong, but her body didn’t care and wanted it to go on.

Feeling too good to stop, she let Monica have her way with her and had her first orgasm. It hit her hard like a ton of bricks, making her arch her back and curling her toes while screaming at the top of her lungs. The sound that came out of her mouth was between some kind of wild animal and a demonic entity. She didn’t care that she just lost her virginity to another girl and just the fact that it felt unbelievably good.

Hearing the woman’s seductive voice calling out from between her legs revealing a secret that she never knew about her neighbor. “Susan. Susan, my baby doll, your pussy tasted extra good tonight like I was tasting your juicy cunt for the first time,” Monica said teasingly.

Feeling Monica’s body sliding across her own as the girl crawled on top of her and realized the girl was also naked. She could feel the girl’s large soft breasts pressing against her flesh while her bare pelvis rest between her legs. The girl spoke again, but this time she teased Amber with a kiss on her shoulder after every other word. ” I got a great idea; let invite your sexy neighbor over for some fun. What was her name again? Oh yeah, it was Amber! I hear today was her birthday, and now she is legal for us to play with.”

Amber’s body tensed up at this revelation and felt excitement hearing this woman unwittingly confessed to wanting to fuck her. She understood now why she had never seen a guy hanging around because Susan was gay and Monica was her lover. Being mistaken as someone lesbian lover should have disgusted her, but somehow she didn’t mind the mixed up.

She was too afraid to speak; Amber did something that surprised her when she kissed Monica. She couldn’t believe she did that, and it took a few tries before finding the girl’s lips. When she found Monica’s mouth felt her tongue slipped inside that was coated with her juices. While they were kissing, Monica sensually massaged her small delicate breasts with tender affection.

The kiss was amazingly soft, warm, and delightfully addictive. Amber lightly caressed Monica’s back as they kissed before sliding her hands down it to the girl’s ass and squeezed it. She never wanted to embrace another girl like this before, but now she found that she wanted nothing more. Not knowing how long they laid there kissing and touching each other, Amber discovered how okay she was doing sexual things with another girl.

Amber hoped that no car would come by, shining their light in the room and ruin this moment. Fearing if the girl knew that she wasn’t Susan, she would stop their lovemaking, and she had grown to love the experience. Amber had passed the point of ending this, and the memory of her boyfriend faded away to nothingness. The pleasure was too great to run from that she was more than willing to do whatever Monica wanted.

Feeling a single finger working around her breast now and gradually down toward the areola in a spiral pattern. The touch made her body tingle all over and made her nipples a little bit harder. She didn’t think it could get any stiffer or more sensitive than they were right now. Whenever Monica touched her nipple, it made her cried out and moan. Monica slid her hand between her legs and inserted a finger inside her. Breaking their kiss Monica told her in a hot sultry voice. “I got a new toy for you, sweetie. I can’t wait to use it on you. Come and feel it!”

Monica çanakkale escort guided her hand to the toy; Amber felt something long, thick, and smooth. Amber didn’t know what she was feeling and could only guess it was a sex toy. “I know you’ve never used a strap-on before, baby, but I promise that you will enjoy this. Turn around and get on your hands and knees!” Monica said, ordering Amber to reposition herself.

Doing as the woman told her, Amber felt Monica getting in position behind her. Monica’s hands found her ass and squeezed it before tracing the head of the fake cock around her wet pussy. It almost slid in from how wet she was, but Monica was a master when teasing a lover in bed. She slowly eased all seven inches inside Amber’s pussy that ended up breaking her hymen and caused her some pain. When the girl started thrusting her hips into her, the pain she first felt was pushed aside by the rising pleasure.

Monica held tightly on Amber’s legs as her thrusts picked up speed and pounded her virgin pussy in submission. Monica slid her hands down to her breasts, squeezing them as she bent over to whisper into her ear and giving her a fucking that she will never forget. “Let’s invite Amber over tomorrow, and we can fuck her together! How about it, baby? We can turn that girl into our little slut and teach her how sweet a pussy can tasted.” Monica said in a lustful heated voice.

It turned her on so much, hearing this woman confessing how much she wanted to fuck her and not knowing she was doing just that now. Amber kept her eyes shut as she felt an orgasm building up within her and bit down on her lower lip in pleasure. Between the grunts and moans, Monica’s words started to be drowned out.

“Mmmm…Ummm…oh,” she emitted squeals of delight. Monica’s voice became intense and demanding. “I saw how you look at her firm ass and the shape of her perky breasts this morning when she wasn’t looking. Let’s fuck her, or I will not finish.” She slowed down enough to tease her of forth-coming pleasure without getting her the orgasmic release she now craved.

Amber wanted to weep from not being allowed to cum, but was too afraid to speak. “Just one word, my dear. Just one word and I will fuck you like no ever had before!” Monica said, teasing her into speaking words that could give the game away. Needing to cum so badly, she didn’t know she did it until it was too late. Yelling in a loud, lustful voice, Amber screamed out, “Yes! Yes! Yes! I will be your little whore; just fuck me!” The fear ran through her body, knowing Monica must have known that her voice wasn’t Susan.

Monica seemed not to notice as she grabbed Amber’s hair, pulling her head back as she picked up speed. The orgasm was coming back, and this time it was stronger. The loud moaning sounds coming from her once again filled the room. When the orgasm hit, her body was unprepared from the pleasure that shot through her.

“Ahhh…mmmm…fuck!” Amber screamed out in delightful joy. Amber couldn’t believe that she let this woman fuck her and how much she enjoyed it. When Monica let go of her hair, she was too weak to keep on all fours, so she crashed her face into the pillow. Monica wasn’t finished and kept her ass up, continuing fucking her.

The pillow kept all her moans muffled, but each orgasm that followed wreaked her body with a pleasurable weakness. After the third powerful orgasm, she passed out and had an erotic dream. She dreamt about having sex with Keira Knightley when her best friend Kathy walked in naked, with her dark hair tied back in a ponytail, lowering herself between her legs. Kathy’s face was filled with undeniable lust, and she spoke in a voice with desperate longing in it. “I’ve been waiting to do this for the longest time now.” Lowering her head, but before she could make contact, Amber woke up.

The thought of sleeping with Kathy made her nipples stiffen and her pussy moist. The girl was a month older than she was and before last night was more experience with sex than she was. She was pretty sure her friend had never spent a night with another girl being fucked into total exhaustion. She started to wonder what pussy tastes like and wished that Monica was still in the room to find out.

Her mind went back to Kathy’s naked frame, and she began to touch herself while pretending that they were having sex. This scared her and made her wonder if she was a lesbian now. It didn’t scare her to be a lesbian, but the reaction from other people did. Knowing she will never be accepted, Amber decided she would keep this a secret as long as she could. Letting out a low whimper and she came over her fingers, she resisted the urge to lick her juices from them.

Amber tied the robe loosely around her body as she got out of bed in the hope that Monica was still here. She wanted to repeat last night’s fun and be able to remove her robe in a flash. Amber found Susan instead in her dining room drinking some coffee at a glass table. Susan smiled at her as she sat down. “I see you had some fun while I çankırı escort was away.” She said with a devilish smirk. Amber lowered her head in shame. “I am sorry things just got carried away,” Amber pleaded in her defense.

Susan let out a light laugh. “There’s nothing to say sorry about. Monica told me everything. I should warn you that she likes to play games with people and has a thing about fucking impressionable young girls. She found you in my bed and pretended she thought you were me. By the way, we are just friends and not lovers. Like I said, she likes to play games.”

Amber’s mouth dropped open in shock for a moment before she smiled from the ride that she was taken on. She couldn’t deny the fact that she enjoyed the whole experience and was more than willing to do it again. Monica was an exceptional lover with the way she knew her body and how to touch it.

“I can see that you are not mad at her for her dirty little trick. She really is a good person, but someone that liked having a lot of sex. She is more adventurous than me and goes after whoever she wants.” Susan said, explaining her friend’s debauchery ways.

Amber noticed Susan’s eyes looking down with a hint of lust and desire for something on the glass table. It took her a moment to realize that her robe came undone, revealing some of her bush to the woman. This excited her to the point that she spread her legs wider to tease Susan a bit. She couldn’t believe that she was acting like a slut, and her action made Susan choke on her coffee. The robe opened further than she thought it would, sliding off her lap completely, leaving her silky legs and a glistening pussy totally exposed to Susan’s gaze.

Susan stared at her legs and the thick patch of blonde pubes that was between them. The woman’s eyes shift upward toward her chest that was barely covered by the robe. A good portion of her breasts could be seen with a hint of a nipple peeking out. Amber had never let herself be this exposed to someone before and made no move to cover up.

Amber wasn’t exactly a good girl but a long way from being a slut. At least not before today. She was getting off on exposing herself to Susan. It was like she was in a dream when she rose from the table; her body was powerless to deny what it wanted. Amber allowed the robe to fall off as she walked toward Susan. The woman could only stare at her beautiful nude body with lustful eyes. When their lips met, they shared a fiery hot kiss between them.

Amber’s hands roamed over Susan’s body, squeezing one of her breasts through her blouse, feeling a hard nipple. She wasn’t wearing a bra that Amber found thrilling. Twisting the nipple made Susan moan into Amber’s mouth and made her even bolder. Amber lowered her hand between Susan’s legs, playing with her pussy through her dress pants. Breaking their kiss, Amber climb underneath the table to correct a missed opportunity.

Amber started undoing Susan’s pants, sliding them off while taking her shoes and panties with them. Susan had a thin patch of pubic hair that Amber found to be cute. Not sure what to do next, she just started licking the best way she knew how. Amber liked how it tasted but was unsure if she was doing it right.

She was glad when Susan started to direct her to the right spot and started moaning loudly. Showing her she was on the right track, her body squirmed around and let out a series of moans. “To the right a bit…mmmm… a little higher… Ahhh. That..mmmm is…Ahhh… it… Fuck I am cumming!” An orgasm erupted through Susan’s body, making Amber proud of her newly found skill in licking pussy.

Amber knew that there was no going back from this after discovering how much eating pussy turned her on. She was naked underneath a table, face wet from another girl’s pussy juice, and instead of feeling shameful, she was looking forward to the next time. Looking up at Susan, she watched the woman removed her blouse until she was naked as she was. Susan’s nipples were thick and were poking out like two little erasers.

Susan pulled Amber from underneath the table into a long passionate kiss. The woman didn’t seem to mind tasting herself on her lips and drank down her juices with delight. Amber felt herself being dragged back to the room where the loss of her innocent happened and was thrown on the bed in a playful matter. Jumping on top of her, Susan started kissing wildly all over her body. Taking one of her stiff pink nipples into her mouth, Susan began biting playfully and sucking on it, sending a ripple of pleasure down her spine. The series of kisses and bites soon followed down her stomach until the woman got to her pussy. Amber didn’t know how intoxicating and alluring the scent of her pussy was but that Susan ate it with a hunger of a wild animal.

The sensations that ran through Amber’s body by Susan’s artful tongue showed that Monica wasn’t the only one that was also a master at cunnilingus. “Mmmm…Ahhhh…Ohh..fuck..Yesss.” Arching her back, her legs slightly tighten around Susan’s head, rubbing her breasts and pinching her nipples. A long “mmmm” came out softly at first but was getting louder. When the powerful orgasm hit, her legs held Susan’s head so tight that she couldn’t hear the earsplitting moaning scream that came from her. “Mmmm…Oh fuck…Yesss… mmmm…oh fucking Godddd… that was good.”

Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

(continued from the previous part)

My hands grip her throat and I madly engulf her lips in mine. She submits herself completely in me.

I hold her in my arms and find her out of breath. We unlock ourselves and take a moment’s break.

We stare deeply at each other. Is it just like the old times? We have already broken uncountable boundaries and are about to cross more forbidden paths. Paths which are beckoning us recklessly in an unbridled and delicious physical journey, and we are answering those irresistible calls frantically, pushing beyond our limits. Way beyond.

Mini’s eyes are burning in a lustful passion. I too find myself getting overcome by such an intense heatwave of desires that I am not able to stop myself. Mini is welcoming me wholeheartedly and I desperately take the plunge.

I hug her tightly and bite on the side of her neck. She does not expect this sudden brush of teeth and grips me harder. I lick the wound portion, moving my tongue slowly over it, till I reach her earlobe. A playful probe into it causes her to whimper aloud…

She is grasping me tightly and tries to take a sort of lying position with me, as she is struggling to stand any longer.

Maybe she is all wet down there.

The thought is such an exciting turn-on…

I lift the loose end of her sari draped over her shoulder and bring it down. One glance at her blouse reveals how the palpable excitement is forcing her nipples to push through her bra. She peeks at me coyly, blushing like a newly wed bride, while I scan my eyes down from her distracting cleavage, slowly along her entire body.

She possesses shapely curves at all the right places, and I am unable to control myself in consuming her entire figure. Inch by inch.

Drawing the sari out of her petticoat, I take her hand and make lie her down on their bed.

Darkness is swiftly settling in now, but I can still figure out the the glistening sweat beads on her forehead and around her buxom cleavage.

She extends her hand and switches on a soothingly mild nightlamp, which helps create a more ideal ambience to make love. I nod in appreciation.

I climb on top of her, and again start kissing her deeply. I almost deliberately pin her hands down on both sides, and drown her in ample liplocks, indulging in non-stop tongue plays and thereby leaving her lips more swollen than ever before.

“I missed this so much…” she whispers.

“Me too”… I murmur back. She looks so beautiful, her lips slightly parted, a bit of saliva at the edges, her willing body ready to take on so much more.

I sit up a little straight, and she starts unhooking her blouse. I also find my now hardened nipples poking out beneath my dress, along with a certain wetness around my underwear.

We both get her out of her blouse. van escort She lies down, covering her breasts under her bra.

I have seen them before, and loved them passionately. That is, before her marriage. They have grown much more fuller, and are almost spilling out from the bra.

“I want to see…”I whisper her into her ears, while sucking her earlobe.

“I am feeling so shy… also so hot…” she answers breathlessly.

“let me suck them…”

She gets turned on by such a wild invitation, and slightly tilts on one side. I waste no time to open the bra clasp and her smooth back becomes completely naked.

I free her arms from the bra, and let it fall on the floor.

With a heightened sense of anticipation, she looks up at me while I admire the firmness of her mounds, the deep gorge between them and the tight round nipples. Her eyes seem to beg me to take the plump tits by my teeth, pull them hard, and suckle them greedily.

I draw my head down, close my eyes and start licking on her left nipple. She clutches the bedsheet sharply, as if an electric sensation shoots through and penetrates her. My tongue drips wet and leaves a trail of saliva around the brown nipple. In a circular motion, I play with my wet tongue over it. Then using just the end of my tongue, I brush the tip of her nipple.

At the same time, I let my right hand pinch her right nipple, making her insanely aroused. The tip goes abnormally pointy and I move my index finger around it, naughtily and playfully, over and over it. She goes completely berserk when I simultaneously suck her whole left breast inside my mouth while also torturing her right one.

I am simply loving the way her body is responding to my touches and caresses.

“Aah…” She moans dreadfully with her eyes rolling, yet she herself is manoeuvring my head in licking and lapping up the saliva on her breasts. I dig my mouth inside her cleavage, cupping her tits in my both hands. My still famished tongue simply ravages her cleavage. She loves this so much, she gets up a little and thrusts her breasts into my mouth, one at a time, to wash my tongue and lips all over again upon each of them.

She now lies down helplessly, panting in a wanton manner, putting her tongue out, which I accept gleefully and inflame her in another round of French kissing, while twisting and rubbing her erect nipples.

She is writhing in unrestrained fervor, and sweating profusely. I lift up my head and pull of my saleswoman T-shirt. My nipples are also trying to break free from the shackles of my bra, and get the magical feel of nipple-to-nipple touch.

After another raunchy smooch, I continue my downward movement along her curvy body.

I reach the strings of her petticoat. She ties it quite a bit upwards on yalova escort her belly, and I presume she does not encourage a lot of display of her waist to the public. At least, more than what is necessary. I suddenly recall how sensitive her navel area is, she reaches the verge of an orgasm simply by a gentle prodding into her bellybutton. It is a major erogenous zone for her.

Still I can feel the outlines of her curvy waist by unfastening the petticoat strings and lowering it down to her pantyline.

“Uff…aah…ummmm… she bites her lips in sexual agony as the cool breeze suddenly hits her open navel, while I relish the sultry view of her smooth and curvy belly.

The deep hole sits in the middle, waiting to be sucked, licked and pressed. She looks up at me fearfully, while I think of more and more sinful ways to attack it.

With my long index finger, I draw circles around her navel, leisurely taking my time. This sets her belly play along in a rhythmic tandem to my finger, and she is shaking nervously and quickly losing herself. The dim light in the room casts a shadow into her deep navel. I take out my tongue and lick into it, sending her in an uproariously moaning fit. I then blow softly into it, and moisten her whole navel area with my tongue. A pool of my saliva goes into it and settles there, such is its depth.

“Aaah Madhu… please no… ahhhh… this feels so good… uhhhh… mmmmmm” she tugs and tears at my hair while I keep burying my nose and lips into her sensual navel.

I again straighten up and kiss her on the lips.

She is so sexually charged up now, I expect to find her in a pool of her juices. She herself drags down her petticoat and remains in her panties. Unabashedly now.

“take them off… ” she pleads.

I plant soft kisses along her pantyline, arousing her to unlimited levels. She is really unbelievably drenched, I have never seen her this wet.

And her panties are now tossed out of her. Out of the bed.

I take a full view of her nudity: the sweaty face and excited lips, the ripeness of her bosom, the trickle of my saliva still present around her perfect navel, and now the moist eagerness of her clit.

I want to put my tongue inside her.

Taste her wetness.

I want to finger-fuck her. Drive her utterly crazy.

I am being blinded by this ocean-deep avalanche of passion. I want to view her sensuous rearside now.

I flip her over. She loves this sense of command from me, over her. A moan of pleasure escapes her lips while I feast my eyes on her brazen back.

I now discard my own bra and lower myself over her back, skin touching on skin. My uptight nipples graze along and cling themselves to Mini’s back. We both groan in ecstasy and attach ourselves in a more enclosed way.

I çorlu escort start kissing along Mini’s back downwards.

I can feel the goosebumps rising on her skin, and her sexual shrieking, but I continue my burning stamp on her: a soft kissing followed by a soft soothing blow. And I inch downwards, fondling the naked temptation of her sexy butt-cheeks.

I mischievously bite on her butt, and she begs more from me.

I now desperately seek a munch of her pussy.

Again I turn her over, and she has haplessly leaked so much more. She craves my mouth, my lips, tongue, everything at once plugged to her clit lips, otherwise… There is no otherwise.

I look at her face, the plea of wanting in it. I start sucking on her feet.

I lovingly take each finger over my tongue, and prolong my capture of her wet zones. This deliberate delay takes her sexual tension several notches higher. I move my lips along her legs, acknowledging the softness of her skin, and she gets more tantalized by these strokes and teases.

“I am awfully wet… ahhh… i… ahhh… cannot… ” she is now having trouble forming her words, as she keeps sniffling feebly.

I now kiss on the inner side of the thigh. It is dangerously close to her climax point and she guides my head down there, clumsily pulling my hair in maddening desperation.

It has not been that long since her bath, and I can feel the freshness of her clit. It is not fully shaved, but this does not matter to me at all.

I spread open her legs.

“Oh my god… aaah…” she is half-dead with pleasure.

I run my thumb along the warm clit wall. It throbs in tandem. I put two of my fingers in her clit. Deep, deeper inside.

She jumps in a state of new high and thrill, and I keep at my rapid fingerplay. In and out they go, fucking and tearing her apart, with her juices overflowing my fingers and spilling into my hand.

I try to keep her moaning at bay but do not give her any respite as I immediately start pushing my tongue into her vagina and clit. Her entire body pulsates and squirms as she puts her leg over my shoulder, and I lap up the warm fluids by nudging my tongue more and more into her holes.

Her legs criss-cross into a X, with my nose and lips driven firmly inside her inflamed and flooded pussy. I drink to my heart’s content, making sure to keep her fulfilled even as my face gets fully soaked while she erupts spontaneously. Never has she felt this much pleasure at my hands before. I doubt whether she has felt this much anywhere at all.

I have drunk her dry…

I run my tongue all over her body, upwards from her glowing clit; then snaking along her stomach, till her cleavage. I subtly bite on the edge of her nipples and suck on her tongue, and she smiles contentedly.

Her eyebrows shoot up noticing my bare breasts; she was so lost in the eating of her body and soul, that this has gone unseen by her, but the smacking of her lips tells me I will now fall prey to her thirsty ambitions.

And the doorbell rings…

(Continued in the next part)

Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32