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The dawn light illuminated the tent and I rubbed my wet ass with a towel and slipped into my jeans and top. Jim’s cock still looked semi hard and I rolled it my hand and started to milk it. There was no sign of any change in hardness from his pole but it felt good and made my own cock start to stand up hard.

I unzipped the tent and got out, as I stood up and stretched in the cool morning air, and gazed at the sights and sounds around us.

“Hey how goes it man,” said the guy on the next pitch.

“Ok, it’s a great morning isn’t it?” I responded.

“You two guys aren’t into fishing really, are you?” he quizzed.

“Oh no?” I said “what makes you say that fella?”

“I liked the Asthma bit last night, that’s a first and original if I ever heard it” he said with a sneer.

“Mind your own God damn business will you!” said Jim as he emerged from the tent “what’s it got to do with you anyhow?”

He stepped right up to the guy within inches of his face and sucked in a great lungful of air, puffing out his great hairy chest.

He looked twice his size and ominously threatening.

“Ok, Ok you made your point and I think I made mine,” said the guy as he back peddled away from the situation.

He wondered away back towards his own pitch and when a comfortable distance away he made a hand gesture and said something neither of us could make out.

I grabbed Jim’s sleeve as he was about to go after the guy.

“Leave it, let’s get out of here and try another campsite or maybe even go home”

“The cheeky god’damn bastard” Jim huffed and puffed.

We dismantled the tent and packed all the equipment back up into its carrying cases and loaded the car. We drove out of the track and onto the main road.

“Let’s go home shall we?” I said

“Sure, but maybe we can stop somewhere along the way and have a ‘play” Jim smiled

“Sure why not,” I responded

We drove along the road and I slid across the front bench seat close up to Jim.

My hand sliding up and down his inner thigh and occasionally up over the front of his jeans. I could feel his cock rising inside and slowly unzipped him and pulled the front of his trousers wide apart. His white briefs were packed full of hard throbbing cock and I massaged tekirdağ escort his growing cock through the tight white cotton.

I couldn’t resist it any longer and tugged at the tight elastic band, pulling it outwards to reveal the pulsing pole that lay beneath.

My other hand delved into the hot and sweaty heart of his pants and gripped his shaft tightly. He slipped back in his seat and closed his eyes and I could feel him almost relax at the prospect of what was to come.

I tugged his cock completely out of his pants and helped his balls to sit over the elastic band. It gave tension to his ball sack and I could concentrate all my efforts on his cock.

I rubbed it with both hands and spit on his cock head to lubricate his foreskin. It made the rolling of his cock so much easier as I gripped hard at the base with one hand and started to quicken the pace with my other hand.

He started to buck and ride my fists as they pounded his meat and I dropped my hot lips onto his cock head. Licking and sucking at the tip of his meat made him groan and ride my mouth. He tried in vain to get more cock into my mouth but I teased him and resisted, licking the tip with long slow straight licks right up the shaft to the very tip of his now bright purple cock head.

I became aware of a slight tapping noise in sync with the bobbing of my head over Jim’s huge monster pole. I glanced up to see a check shirted forestry worker stood at the window of the car with his cock out, stroking it in time to my head. His shirt sleeve was catching the car window and his cock was poking out through the front of his blue coverall. I gasped in surprise and Jim opened his eyes and stared at the man who didn’t stop stroking his cock.

“Go ahead you guys, don’t mind me, this is the best ever,” said the guy.

“Shall we?” I asked.

“Why not,” said Jim “It’s too late now”

Jim pressed the window down button and the driver’s side window slid down as the motor whirred.

The guy stood nearer to the car door and his cock was poking through the window opening. Jim grabbed a handful of this new cock as I continued sucking and licking. The forestry guy reached into the car and stroked the parts of tokat escort Jims cock not already in my mouth. He also tried to put a couple of fingers into the corner of my mouth and I sucked them as I sucked Jims cock head at the same time.

The guy started to moan and groan as his cock pulsed and a thick white single stream of come shot all over the door panel and seat of the car. This was followed by several more pulses of come shooting wildly over the outside of the door panel and wing of the car.

“Jeez you guys, that was hellish good, let me return the favour,” and he leaned into the car and took Jims hard pole into his mouth and sucked him to a conclusion. His mouth was firmly clamped over Jims cock head and as he pumped his spunk into the guy’s mouth, you could see him drinking down every last drop. When Jims had shot his last stream the guy took his head off the purple cock head and licked his lips.

“Can I suck you too, young fella?” he asked.

“Sure, come round this side,” I said.

I opened the car door and unzipped my pants and slid my briefs down over my now hard cock.

The guy knelt at the open door and without any pre warning his head dropped onto my cock head and he was slobbering and sucking me for all he was worth.

It took literally just a minute for me to start to blow my wad into his mouth and exactly the same as Jim he sucked every last drop out of my cock and balls not losing a drop. He rubbed his mouth with the back of his hand and stood up, zipping his pants and coverall and said goodbye and went into the forest track.

“How about that?” I asked

“How about that, indeed,” replied Jim.

“I know he made my cock ache,” I said “he sure knew what he was doing there!”

“Let’s get back on the road,” said Jim, and we turned back onto the highway and made our way back home.

We pulled into our driveway and started to unload all the tackle into the garage.

Mom came out to look at what we were doing and kissed us both on the cheek.

“Well, how did it go,” she asked.

“Ok I suppose,” I said “not really what we thought it would be”

There was an awkward silence as we continued the unloading process.

“I hadn’t expected trabzon escort you back today so I guess I should go to the supermarket and get something for evening meal,” she said

She went into the house and took her coat and car keys and said she would be back in a little while.

“Race you upstairs,” Jim said.

He was gone like a flash, running up the stairs two at a time. I followed him and saw him disappear into my room, I followed and shut and locked the door.

He was already totally naked with his pole raising up and pulsing with eager anticipation. I stripped naked in a matter of seconds and lunged at his rock hard cock with both hands.

I stroked it and sucked at it eagerly as he worked his way into a laying 69 position and fingered my ass hole with two then three fingers, gently running his tongue over my now rigid cock end.

He knelt up and indicated that I should kneel in front of him. My cock was solid and stuck straight up in the air, my balls hanging tightly under it and I tingled from head to toe.

He pushed my head down towards the mattress and with a gentle but firm movement, slid the whole length of his cock into me. I thought I felt it pushing out of my throat, he gave me so much cock all in one thrust. It felt magic, super, exhilarating and made my own cock move in time with his thrusts into my bowels.

He pumped all of his 9″ in and out the full stroke. My mouth itched, my eyes became tight and my face contorted as a huge and powerful orgasm welled up inside me. I felt my ball sack lift up to my body, and as he slid his whole length in and out of my ass I could feel the single long string of white creamy come shoot from my slit. It dribbled and shot in time with his thrusts. I felt his cock going harder and his hot balls hitting my ass as he started to unload deep into me.

He continued to shaft me even when there was no more come to shoot and he was on auto-pilot.

He pumped and pumped as the tremors shot through him and into his legs which shook the bed from top to bottom.

He pulled his now shrinking cock from my ass and it dribbled the remaining drops onto the bedclothes. We both made our way shakily to the shower and both stepped into the tray and turned on the warm water.

I kneaded his cock and ass and he responded in kind doing the same to me, with lots of shower gel and warm water I came yet again.

We towelled each other dry and I went back into my bedroom and lay flat out on the bed totally and utterly exhausted by the recent events, Dad went into his bedroom and fell fast asleep on their king size bed.

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Standing at the sink doing the dishes, I hear you enter the room. Not paying much attention suddenly I feel your arms around me. A soft moan escapes my lips as your hands reach from underneath to gently cup my breasts. Your lips to my neck, you lick my skin, sending those shivers of delight throughout my body.

Your hands massaging my breasts slowly. Thumb and forefingers gently playing with my hardening nipples. Feeling you press your body up against me. Hearing your breath in my ear. Being sandwiched between you and the sink, I can feel you push your hips into me. So sexy and sensuous, you know just what turns me on.

Your kisses traveling across my skin. I ask teasingly, “How am I supposed to do the dishes with you distracting me?” You reply, “Forget the dishes baby, I want to make love to you.” You know just want I love to hear. I tell you, “I kinda like you right here” as I wiggle my ass against you. Feeling your bulge pressing against my ass. You oblige me by rubbing your hardness deeper against me. My moans of pleasure spurring you on to continue teasing me. I arch my back to feel your hands more firmly on my breasts. Cupping my hands under yours I squeeze your hands against my breasts tighter. You moan soft and sexy against my neck.

The dishes done now, I turn off the water. Bending my knees slightly I rub my ass against your manhood. I escort arnavutköy love the feel of you there. So erotic and hard against me, I can feel the tension of your lust. Your hands move to my hips to spin my around. My arms around your neck our lips meet sweetly. Turning my head to the side to kiss you deeply as you pin me to the sink with your body.

Slowly and sensuously thrusting your hips into mine. Your hands roaming my back and hips. The passion of your touches matched by the passion of your tongue playing with mine.

I reach down to grab your ass, pulling and holding you close to me.

Our clothes in the way now we undress each other right there in the kitchen. The hot sexual tension between us filling the room.

Your naked manhood pressed against me again as we kiss deeply. Passion and lust filling all my senses. The taste of your tongue. The feel of your hands caressing me. The smell of you. The sounds of you breathing heavily with me.

Our mouths together you pull me toward the kitchen table. The hard edge of the table against my ass you start to kiss your way down my neck and chest. My hands on the table edge to steady myself I watch you travel down my breast. Cradling one and then the other in your hand as you kiss and lick my nipples. Arching my back to you as I moan.

Your escort fatih other hand reaching to my leg. Pulling my knee up and out to spread my legs for you. My foot finding the chair, I rest it there. Watching you trail kisses down my tummy I know where your going and I love it.

Kneeling before me and driving your tongue between my lips quickly. A moan of pleasure escapes me as I feel you find my clit. Leaning back onto the table for support I close my eyes in ecstasy. Your fingers finding the opening of me, I shudder as you thrust two fingers deep inside me. I whisper “Lover, please, I want you inside me now.” You moan as you drive deeper inside me. Your face buried within my sex I cant help but run my hand through your hair, holding you there briefly as my breath catches. You pull away and move back up to kiss me. The smell and taste of myself on your lips and tongue are so erotic as we deep french kiss.

You pull away looking into my eyes, whispering to me that I should turn around. “MMMMMMMMMMM” I moan as I do your bidding. Leaning over the table I feel your hard cock rubbing between my wet lips. Up and down across my clit all the way to my ass. Over and over rubbing that hard cockhead all over my wetness. Making me moan for it, wanting you buried deep DEEP inside me. When you begin to slide into me my escort beşiktaş heart starts to pound as the orgasm builds within me. My breath quickens as you press all the way inside me. Your hands on my hips helping to pull me onto your hardness. Rocking against the hard table we get into a rhythm that just drives me wild. My moans louder, spurring you on to drive into me over and over.

Each thrust a grunt of pure sex. We are both panting and moaning as my pussy starts to contract tighter around you. Every plunge into me sending me closer to the edge. When I feel your thumb start to press onto my asshole I start to shudder deep within my hot wet pussy. The feeling of your cock hitting the back wall of me again and again. The rush of adrenaline as my body explodes with orgasm. The sound of my scream sending you over the edge I feel you explode with me. Your cock pumping loads of hot thick cum deep within me keeping my orgasm going until we are both spent. Slowly moving together I milk the last of your cum from you with the muscles of my pussy. Wanting all you have to offer. Feeling you start to relax with me, our breath slowly coming back.

Feeling the after shocks of a really good orgasm my pussy involuntarily pushes you out of me and we giggle. I turn around to face you and we hold each other tight as we kiss. Softly caressing each other we enjoy the afterglow together. We move together to the bedroom to lay in each others arms. Resting together and kissing. Talking about nothing in particular, just enjoying each other. Intimate and special, each time we make love is always wonderful. Thank you darling for inspiring another wet fantasy. 🙂 Have a great day,

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Most of the time beauty comes from beauty. Occasionally beauty comes from ugliness. Kat and Eric had a very ugly beginning, but it has developed into something quite beautiful. They had their first, and fatal, encounter when she was a 23 year-old college sophomore and he was a 19 year-old sophomore. It was an encounter that was never intended to go anywhere.

Relationships always work out best when love and lust occur at roughly the same time. Sometimes, though, lust opens the door for love. Sometimes, it works the other way. A relationship ought to be doomed from the start, though, when it is devoid of both.

Kat was a lonely, depressed young woman. She had a hopeful spirit and tried to put on an optimistic face, but there was no keeping her sadness at bay. She’d been a cute kid and a pretty teen. In high school, she had a boyfriend with whom she was very close. Then, when she was eighteen, Kat went through a health crisis and suffered from nerve damage that left her with one lazy eye, a partially paralyzed mouth, and a severe, slurring lisp, along with reading and memory problems. It was too much for her boyfriend, and he hit the road.

Losing something that had been so close to her heart, something about which she had felt such certainty and trust, had been a major blow to Kat. She worked hard to get herself as attractive as she could to compensate for the shortcomings. She styled herself with bangy, bleached-blonde hair that hung straight to her shoulders, and a lot of eye shadow, mascara, and lipstick. She got her body in great shape. She had always been trim, but she took inches off her waist while building muscle that maintained a cute backside and shapely legs. Her chest had never been large, and it became even smaller with the exercise, but overall, she thought she had hit the mark of hotness.

But then guys got bothered by her lazy eye, or by the way her smile and her kiss were marred by her partially paralyzed mouth. Or they got frustrated by her confusion over forgotten things and struggles with deep reading comprehension. If she’d always been single, she might have more easily maintained the romantic hope that came naturally to her. As it was, having loved so deeply, she felt its absence strongly and it became almost impossible for her to see a way out.

It reached a point where she would have done just about anything for even a moment of closeness with someone. Even a short break from her loneliness would have been worth almost any price. Her high school boyfriend was the only guy she’d ever had sex with, but she would have put out on the spot if given the opportunity, just to feel something other than sad. She was not proud of that, but she accepted it.

That’s where Eric came in. Eric was the kind of guy that people ran hot and cold on. At first he seemed pretty average. His height, his build, his short brown hair and unremarkable blue eyes. His quiet but not timid personality. His Joe-on-the-street vocabulary, and Joe-at-the-discount store wardrobe. But when he wanted to, Eric could flip a switch, and suddenly he had a disarming smile with one dimple, an easy wit, and a sneaky intelligence. Some people were captivated by that side of him. Others couldn’t stand the fact they never knew what Eric they were going to get.

When it came to women, though — women that he wanted — Eric never turned off the switch, and he almost never got turned down. AS you might expect, he liked it that way. It was a matter of pride for him, and he counted on it.

When he got turned down by two separate women in the same day, and turned down in a big way, he was frustrated with the universe, and desperate to vent both his anger and his pent-up sex drive on someone.

The collision took place in the school library. Kat was dressed in grey tights and a fuzzy white sweater. Eric was in khakis and a polo. They had seen each other around; it was a small school. But they didn’t know each other’s names, let alone anything else about each other. Eric just saw her as a girl who would take pity sex. Kat saw him as a guy who was paying attention to her.

Eric made the approach. “Hey, can I ask you a question?”

“Sure.”

“What’s your name?”

“Kat.” She paused. “Was that the question?”

“It was.” Eric winked. “Now that I know that I can go to bed a happy man.”

Kat laughed.

Eric ran with it. “Because now I’ll know what to call you in my dreams.”

“That’s a terrible line,” Kat laughed.

“It made you laugh,” Eric argued with a warm smile, “and that makes it a successful line in my book.”

Kat looked at the floor with her good eye. “Okay, that one was a good line.”

“What can I get for that line?”

“What do you want?”

There were a thousand positive and beautiful things Eric could have said at that point, even if they might have been corny. Kat’s heart raced as she hoped for one of those things. She hadn’t been flirted with like this for over five years, and izmit escort it felt so good that she knew she would do anything just to keep it going. She hoped, though, that it would be beautiful.

Eric was not concerned with being beautiful. He was concerned with getting off and getting his rejections off his mind. He wasn’t looking for a girlfriend. He was looking for a piece of tail. “I want to take you into one of the private study rooms and screw your brains out, pretty kitty.”

It was not what she’d hoped for, but it was a break from loneliness. Kat was not smiling, but she said, “Okay.”

“Wow,” Eric said, chuckling as he put his arms around her and squeezed her butt with both hands. “You really are easy, aren’t you?”

“I guess,” she said distantly, just thrilled at the feel of human contact.

“Don’t worry, pretty kitty, that’s a good thing. A hot little bod like yours should definitely belong to a slut.” He slid one hand around to her front, tucked it between her thighs and groped her through her grey tights. They were out in the open, and anybody could have seen, but he didn’t care, and she was just too lost in the pleasure of being desired, no matter how crudely, to notice. “A good girl would waste that body.”

Eric led Kat to a private study room, shut the door, and immediately began stripping. Kat followed suit, shy about exposing her body to a guy for first time in so long, but driven to not lose the opportunity. She stood there, arms at her side, allowing Eric to look her over — but he didn’t bother. He told her to lie on the table on her back, and then stroked his cock to erection while looking at cell phone pics of the women who had rejected him. Kat lay there still, the air conditioning making her shiver, as she watched Eric beat off.

As soon as he was hard, though, he joined her on the table. He hooked two fingers over her lower teeth and pulled her mouth open. He then straddled her chest on his knees and began hammering his hardon into her mouth. It was crude and violent. Kat closed her lips as best she could and tried to use her tongue to add some excitement, but her mouth control was neurologically hampered and could never be perfect. Mostly she let him pound the back of her throat until it was sore from gagging and coughing up saliva back onto her own face.

“You’ve got a good mouth on you,” Eric panted. “I wasn’t sure, but you’re damn good at this.”

Despite everything, Kat managed a smile at that. Her mouth hadn’t been complimented in any way since the health problems. He was treating her like shit, but he was complimenting her, and that took the edge off — and being treated any way, she was sure, was better than not being treated at all.

“Now let me at that slutty pussy of yours,” he growled. He pulled out of her mouth and rolled her over. He lifted her back end so that she was on her knees but her face was still pressed into the table, and then he entered her from behind. He didn’t bother to warm her up at all, and the penetration hurt badly. She bit her arm to avoid screaming in the library.

“Damn you’re so tight!” Eric praised her. “I love your pussy, pretty kitty. Love it!”

As he got close to his climax though, he made one more adjustment. “But I’m not leaving this room without tapping that amazingly hot ass of yours.” And just like that, he stopped pounding her vulva. In the matter of one stroke back and one stroke in, he switched from her sex to her tight hole. She hadn’t ever given that up to anyone, and his precum was slick but not a sufficient lube, so he had to press hard to enter her.

The pain was intense and her arm was bleeding from how hard she had to bite it, but the anal stimulation was also intense, and when he came a short while later, pressing himself deeply within her, Kat experience her first anal orgasm, a high so violent that it felt as if her brain shut down for a moment. She had not thought she could climax without being in a sexier mood, but apparently through anal she could.

As soon as he was through, Eric pulled out and wiped his cock clean on her backside. “Thanks, pretty kitty,” he said. “I needed that.”

As she lay there, face down on the table, her body marked and ruined, Kat was aware of the ugliness of the situation. There had been an erotic charge, and she had climaxed, but she knew full well that she had just let a young man brutally use her body for nothing more than sexual release. But she still retained her essentially hopeful nature, and she chose to look at the positive.

And that’s when the magic began to happen.

Kat rolled over and sat up. She smiled her distorted smile. “I needed that, too.”

“Huh?” Eric was a little taken aback. “That?”

Kat nodded, still smiling. She felt foolish, but for the moment she wanted to embrace her foolishness. “When you’re as lonely as I am, any contact is good.” She was talking more than she liked to, bodrum escort because it called attention to her lisp, but she kept on. “I know you never want to see me again, but you said some nice things about my body, and you made me feel really good, even if it hurt.”

Eric had no idea how to respond. “You’re welcome,” he said dubiously.

“I’m just sorry I’ll never get to kiss you,” Kat said, wistful not sad.

“Oh, uh, I guess I can kiss you,” Eric mumbled, finding himself dragged along by her kind spirit. She scooted to the edge of the table and let her legs dangle over. He pressed his lips to hers. He was only intended a quick kiss, but she slipped her tongue into it and the kiss became warmer and wetter. Kat could only really use the left side of her lips, and her tongue had no feeling on the right ride, but Eric quickly learned that this made her more focused and intense, not clumsy. It was an excellent kiss. When they finally broke it, Eric finally said, “I was right about that mouth of yours.”

“Thank you,” Kat said, still smiling. She looked down at his lap with her one good eye, letting the lazy right eye trail behind. “Too bad I’ll never get that amazing thing in me again.”

Eric actually fidgeted with embarrassment and went to dress. His erection was below average in both length and girth and while he never really had complaints about his love-making, he was never complimented on his anatomy. “It’s not all that, but thanks.”

“It felt good to me,” Kat assured him.

Eric, the confident playboy with the magic switch, was close to blushing. “Look, nothing says we can’t hook up again, if you want to.”

Kat hopped off the table and grabbed some lip-gloss from her handbag and scrawled her dorm room extension across his chest with it. She laughed at the silly display. “Isn’t that what sluts do?”

Now it was Eric’s turn to laugh. “Probably so,” he guessed, “but you’re not really a slut are you?”

Kat shrugged. “I’m me.”

Despite all that, Kat wasn’t sure she’d ever hear from Eric again. She felt she had done her best, both to put the most positive light on the encounter and to give them both a chance to redeem themselves. To her surprise, she dreamt of Eric most of that night. She tried to put him out of her mind, but over the next couple of days, she struggled not to hope every time the phone rang that it might be him.

Eric decided not to do it over the phone, though.

She was wearing a black mini skirt and a purple blouse when he ran into her in the library again. He was in jeans and a t-shirt.

“You look gorgeous, pretty kitty,” he told her.

Kat just smiled, but said nothing.

Eric pursed his lips and then said, “I can’t stop thinking that . . .” But then he stopped. He thought for a moment. And then he continued, “I can’t stop thinking that I could have done better.”

Kat raised her eyebrows. “What?”

“I mean, I could have treated you better.”

“You could have,” she agreed. “You treated me badly. But I didn’t stop you, so I’m not mad, if that’s what you’re worried about.”

“No, it’s not.” Eric sighed. “It’s just . . . Afterward, I was done. I’d gotten what I came for and I was done. I banged a chick I never had to see again.”

“You did that,” she confirmed.

“Sorry, the point is . .. You were so nice. So sweet. Why? I was crappy to you.”

“No reason. It’s just not who I am to treat people bad.”

“It is who I am,” Eric said sourly.

“No it’s not.”

“How can you say that, after what I did?”

“Eric, I liked it. It wasn’t romantic, and it wasn’t smart, but it felt really good, and I liked it. And, here I am in a miniskirt and a tight blouse, and you’re looking at my face and not grabbing for me. You’re not treating me like crap now.”

“Yeah, I am.”

“How so?”

“I can stop staring at your eyes.”

“What’s wrong with that?”

“They’re beautiful,” he said, clearing his throat self-consciously. “And if I keep doing it, I’m going to ask you out, and you deserve better than that.”

“That was a really good line,” Kat told him, poking his shoulder playfully.

“That’s all I’ve got really,” Eric admitted with a shrug. “Lines.”

“If that were the case, once you’d delivered the line, you wouldn’t still be staring into my eyes, but you are.”

“They’re just so beautiful.”

Kat suddenly became very self-conscious about her lazy eye and turned her face so that he couldn’t look at it. “You’re sweet,” she said, but she really meant, Stop lying to me.

Eric reached out and gently cradled her chin. He lifted it slowly, and turned her face back toward his. He dipped his head toward her and kissed her eyelid on the troublesome right side. “Don’t hide from me.”

“What are you doing?” Kat asked, her lispy voice trembling. Her stomach was suddenly knotted up. Her breath was catching in her throat. She was alanya escort sure she could hear her heartbeat. She could not remember ever having been touched in such a way. It was gentle and, even though it was her chin, it was very intimate. The feeling as he looked at her was something completely foreign to her. She could not read him at all.

“I don’t know,” he said.

Eric slid his hand up to her cheek and then ran his thumb across her lips. Kat shivered. Such a simple thing, but it was as if he was touching her naked soul. “What’s happening?”

“I don’t know,” he said again. Then, after a moment, “Kat, make me better.”

“What do you mean?” she asked in whisper as he caressed her other cheek.

“I don’t want to be a bastard anymore.”

“Then stop being one,” she giggled, now actively rubbing her cheek against his palm.

“Will you go out with me?”

Kat laughed again. “I think this is the first time I’ve been asked out by a guy several days after we had sex.”

“It’s the first time I’ve ever asked a girl out like this. I mean, I want to be good. Nice. Whatever. I don’t want to treat you . . . Well, like I did before. I mean, I’m sorry. I don’t have a line for this situation.”

“Yes, I’ll go out with you,” Kat finally agreed, turning to gently kiss his palm. “I’ve never felt adored before.”

“Is that what you feel?”

“I think so.”

“That sounds like a good thing.”

“It is.”

Eric paused. “I promise I’ll be good,” he said. “I won’t push you for sex. I won’t swear at you, or treat you like you’re not a person. I don’t have a clue why, but there’s something about you. You’re not like anyone else.”

“That sounds wonderful,” Kat told him. “Except for the part about not pushing me for sex.”

“Huh?”

Kat took his hand and slid it up under her halter top, placing it over her breast. Her bra was very thin, and her nipples responded to his touch. “Now,” she begged.

“But I don’t want to treat you bad again.”

Kat lifted her miniskirt, there in the middle of the aisle in the library. She was wearing a black thong with a lace front. She could almost hear Eric’s manhood springing to attention. “This isn’t you treating me bad; this is me throwing myself at you.”

Eric embraced the girl and pulled her into a kiss, his left hand caressing her exposed hip and backside. As the kiss continued, his other hand dropped between her legs to rub at the thong. Kat returned the favor by groping at the tent forming in his zipper.

At least one person had already seen them and scurried off in embarrassment by the time Eric dropped into a low crouch and began nuzzling around and tasting her. Kat clutched at his head for balance and threw her left over his shoulder. Her boyfriend, like most teenagers, had not been very good with his mouth down there. Eric was significantly better, even through the lace of her thong, at finding and teasing responses out of sensitive bits.

When he started to pull down the thong, though, Kat stopped him, and suggested they go to the stairwell for at least a little more privacy. As soon as they were in the stairway, they resumed kissing and groping, and began removing their clothes, as if they were in a hotel room.

Naked at last, Kat told him to sit on the edge of the top stop. He did, his erection sticking out in front of him like a flagpole. Kat climbed onto him, and turned into a sitting 69. He wrapped his arms tightly around her to keep her from falling as she wolfed down his hardon and pressed herself against his eager mouth. They bodies sweated and writhed in unison as they devoured each other and worshipped with their mouths.

Kat reached a point where she needed more, though, she needed to feel him inside her, and she contorted herself again and twisted around so that she could straddle him in the same sitting position, legs spread around his waist, sticking straight out. He lifted her by the hips and guided her down onto his erection.

It was not the most elegant way of having sex, but soon she was bouncing up and down on him, her arms wrapped around his neck, and he was jerking his hips up at her petite body. Elegant or not, Kat could not help smiling. Eric was staring into her eyes again. She felt very beautiful when he did that. It was embarrassing, but she liked it anyway.

The blonde eventually began grunting with the effort. She was so wet that she was practically splashing fluids all over both their bodies on every thrust. When she felt little twinge that sometimes told her she was getting close, she panted, “The other hole.”

Eric lifted her up off him and slammed her down again, so that he was spearing her ass. Kat cried out an obscenity and leaned back. Eric wrapped his arms loosely around her to stop her from falling, and took advantage of the position by bending in to lick and suck on her small breasts.

They were in the homestretch at that point, and there was no turning back. Bouncing and pounding, they grinded their way to a simultaneous orgasm.

A few moments later, they cuddled naked in the stairwell. Eric stared into her misaligned eyes, kissed her disfigured lips, and asked, “What does it feel like when you start to fall in love with someone?”

“This,” Kat whispered into his mouth.

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Janey had become a big girl, in many, many ways, and I have noticed. When she was growing up she was always very self-conscious about her looks. She was never a small girl, but as she grew up she had become big and beautiful. She was 5’8″, about 160 lbs. Her tits were large; although she’d never buy bras in my presence I was betting that she was a 40D. She wasn’t really fat as much as she was well rounded.

Now I know that I shouldn’t have thought of my daughter as sexy, but she was. Although I had been dating for years after my wife left me, I spent more than a few mornings jerking off thinking of her. Of course, just because I fantasized about Janey doesn’t mean that I didn’t have a sex life.

One evening I brought home a lady friend named Lori and we started having some fun in the living room. I thought Janey was asleep. I undressed my friend, playing with her hard nipples, hearing her start to moan as my mouth started sucking slowly on them. She undid her jeans and pulled them down, begging me to play with her pussy. I gladly obliged, my hand running up and down her inner thigh but not quite touching her hot spot. She opened her legs more and asked again, “Please finger me…I’m so wet.” I pushed my forefinger into her hot pussy, and with it I hear her hiss. My mouth starts sucking harder on her tits, going back and forth between them.

I then tell her to lie down on the couch and open her legs. She damn near jumped on it, opening her legs wide and spreading her pussy lips for me. “Eat Me!” I dive in, licking her pretty outer lips before I started toungue-fucking her. She started to grunt with each of my tongue pushes into her sweet cunt. I started looking up at her, watching her writhe in sexual bliss when something caught my eye. I moved my head slightly as I started to rub Lori’s clit, and I realize that my Janey is watching us. She was trying to hide on the stairs.

I didn’t make any kind of a move to let her know that I saw her. I doubled my effort on Lori’s pussy. I started sucking harder on her clit, as I shoved two fingers in and out of her hot cunt. I saw Lori grab her tits and pull on her nipples as I took her clit in and out of my mouth. With a sudden rush, she started cumming all over my face. I pulled my fingers out and lapped up her hot juice, enjoying every drop of her sexy musk. I got up and pulled down my jeans and briefs, letting my 9″ cock out of its confines.

Lori gasped. She stared at my cock and started moaning again. I caught a quick peek at the stairs; my Janey was still there, watching what was going to become my orchestrated porn session. I told Lori to turn over onto her side. I got behind her, us both facing the stairs. I lifted her leg, and told her to guide my cock in. She did this quickly, grabbing the base of my cock and shoving it in her cunt. I grabbed a tit and pumped the rest of my cock in, sending it all the way up her hot hole. Her hand starts rubbing her hard clit, as I start to slowly fuck her wonderful pussy. My large hands pulling on her nipples as I slide my cock faster and faster in and out of her pussy, both of us start to grunt and moan in delight.

Suddenly, I pulled out of her pussy and put her fully on her back. I straddle her chest erzurum escort and put my cock between her tits. She grabbed them and surrounded my dick. “Yes darling’, fuck my tits, cum all over me!” I start to do exactly that, pumping my long cock up and down her ample cleavage. Her mouth opened and accepted my cocked on each push up, sucking on it hard as it found its home. The she released her tits and grabbed my ass, forcing my cock deep in her mouth. She started making me fuck her face, and I was glad to go along with it. I grabbed the back of her head as support and pumped my cock as deep as she would let me.

Just then I hear a muffled moan from the stairs. I look over and all I can see as Jamey’s legs open. Then I look a little closer and see her hand between them. That’s all it would take. “Here it comes baby.” I start to shoot my load deep in Lori’s mouth, but all my mind was thinking was of Janey cumming from watching her daddy fuck.

As I calmed down, I hear Janey scoot up the stairs. Later that night, as I walked to my bedroom after saying good night to Lori, I put my ear to Janey’s door. I hear her cumming again, grunting something that I couldn’t understand. I went to bed with my mind filled with Janey’s becoming aroused by me. I jerked off once again, thinking of having her.

A week went by, and neither of us let on that anything had happened. We continued to live our lives, although every night I could dream only of her. And I continually wondered if she was dreaming of me also.

Then a few days later I came home a little early from work. I went upstairs to change when I heard Janey crying in her room. I opened her door and asked her what was wrong. She looked up at me, “Boys just don’t like me daddy. I’m just so ugly….”. I walked over to her bed and sat next to her. “Oh baby, you couldn’t be more wrong. You are a beautiful girl. Boys your age just don’t understand what beauty really is.”

I put my arm around her and brought her into my shoulder. Then I held her, and told her again and again that I knew she was beautiful. I kissed her forehead, and with that she looked up at me. I wiped away a tear from her cheek. “You really think I’m beautiful Daddy?”

“Oh yes, baby. I do.” I then give her a soft kiss on her lips. Then I looked at her again, my mind starting to race. She is suddenly not my daughter, but a beautiful woman.

“Daddy, kiss me again.” With those words, she moved her hand up to my face and led my mouth to hers. This time, we kissed more passionately. Our hands holding each other’s face, our lips dancing against each other. She opened her mouth, and drew in my tongue. My hand moved down her, instinctively. I cupped her large left breast, and lightly squeezed it. With that, baby’s first full moan with me. We broke our kiss, and I said to her “Do you like Daddy touching you baby, like I did to that other woman the other night?”

“Oh yes Daddy. Please…please….” And we start kissing again, hotter, quicker. Our tongues starting to suck on the others. I unbutton Janey’s shirt, and take down her bra strap, releasing her tit, exposing her big nipple. I start to play with her nipple as we kiss, eskişehir escort rubbing it between my thumb and forefinger, then lightly pulling on it. Her nipple got harder as I played with it, and Janey moans louder, her body wiggling with excitement.

Without saying a word I unbuttoned the rest of her shirt and take it off. Then I quickly disposed of her bra. Now, her wonderful chest is fully exposed to me. She looks up at me, wanting to see my reaction. All I could do was look at her and smile; she was so hot, so sexy, so beautiful. My eyes filled with lust, and my cock became completely rock hard. I leaned down, and started sucking on her tits. She starts moaning again, one of her hands going to the back of my head, making me work her tits harder. I see her other hand disappear beneath her skirt, and I was sure what that meant. But before I could say anything Janey begged me, “Daddy, you can do whatever you want to me….I’ve dreamed about this for years.” I grab her a tit and move it up, “Suck on yourself. I want to see you taste your tit.”

Janey did exactly as I said, licking her nipple with her surprisingly long tongue. While she did that, I took a hand and joined hers between her legs. As my hand moved up, her legs opened wider, but her hand didn’t move. I discovered that she’s not wearing any panties, and she’s finger fucking herself furiously. I told her to take her fingers out of her pussy, because I want to get a feel of my baby’s hole. She again obeyed me, but instead of waiting on me to make a move she grabs my hand and forces my fingers in her. I look at her, “My baby sure is hot and wet. Looks like Daddy needs to help you.”

I lay her down on the bed and bunched up her skirt. “You saw me eating out my lady friend. You want Daddy to do the same to you?” She grunts yes as I push my finger deeper in her and she started sucking hard on her own nipple. I take a minute as I continued to play with her to look carefully at her. Her large tits jiggling as she plays with them, her rounded stomach shaking just a bit as my finger worked her cunt, her thighs so soft and smooth, and her bush hairy and glistening with her juices.

“Daddy, please eat me,” my daughter begs. I open her legs and lowered my face to her. I take a big whiff of her sex scent, strong and musky but so sweet. I take out my finger and start to lick around her outer lips, drawing a loud reaction from Janey. Then I moved my tongue to her inner lips, playing with them, flicking my tongue over the wet flesh. I feel her hand go to the back of the head, urging me on to further work. I stopped for a second, just to look up at her and watch her reaction. Then just as she was about to say something I shoved my tongue deep in her pussy. I started to tongue-fuck her hard, pumping my tongue in and out of her while I drank her sweet nectar. It turned me on even more.

As I worked her pussy with my tongue, I moved my hand around her leg and bring a finger to her hard clit. I start to rub it slowly as I suck on her pussy, getting out as much of her hot cunt juice as I can. Suddenly, she starts screaming, “Daddy, I’m cummmmiinnngggggg!” Her body is almost in convulsions as gaziantep escort she started drowning me with her sweet juice. I lapped up as much as I can and the rest runs down her ass cheeks.

I slowed down so she can gather herself again, then I stop and bring my body back up to hers. She grabbed my face and started kissing me hard, sucking on my mouth, getting a taste of her own pussy juice from me. I break our kiss and take off my clothes, ripping off my shirt and tearing off my pants. I stood up fully in front of her and my cock is standing out hard and strong. She moved up and grabbed it with her lovely hand. She slowly started to move her hand up and down its full length.

“Lick Daddy’s cock, baby. Show Daddy how much you like it.” Janey moved her face forward and ran her tongue up the length of my cock, from base to head. She did this a few times, always looking up at me, making sure I liked what she’s doing. I smiled down at her, “That’s it baby. You’re doing a great job. Now suck on my cock. Put it in your mouth and suck on it good.” With that request, she put my cockhead and a couple of inches of cock in her mouth, sucking on it lick it was a popsicle. I put my hands on her head and lead her to use her mouth like a pussy, making her move my cock in and out of her hungry mouth.

I started to moan now, approving of my daughter’s work. I took my cock out of her mouth and tell her to lick and suck on my balls too. Without question, Janey obeyed me. I know now that she is truly mine, that my daughter is going to be my lover. I asked her to stop. I must have Janey’s pussy now.

I laid down on the bed, and told her to get on top of me. She did as I asked, bringing herself onto my chest, her pussy just above my cock, us quickly starting to kiss again. I have a hand on her tit, pulling on her nipple and one on her ass, kneading it as she writhes on top of me. I then reach below and grab my cock. I moved it up so the head is just at her pussy opening. “Get on Daddy’s cock, it’s time we fucked.” She slowly moved her body down, impaling herself on my cock.

Janey stared at me, her eyes filling with the satisfaction of being filled with my big cock. I noticed again that there was no hymen to break, so I was sure she had had sex before. Her pussy was amazingly tight, but she continued stuffing it with my cock, until I was completely in her. Then she sat up, and started to slowly bounce on my cock, riding it nice and easy. I reached up and grabbed her tits again, kneading them as she pumped my cock over and over. “That’s it baby, ride Daddy good and hard.” She starts fucking my cock harder, bouncing up and down quicker. She’s moaning so loud now, I can tell she’s getting close to another orgasm. I suddenly think about whether or not she’s on the pill, and I’m doing all I can not to cum in her hot cunt.

As she starts to cum, I grab her and pull her off my cock. Once she felt me doing that, she had a different idea than I had. She grabs my cock and puts it between her tits. I get the idea and start to pump my cock up her awesome cleavage. She tightens her tit-hole around my cock and starts saying “Cum on me Daddy, cum all over my tits!” Those words send me over the top, and I start to spew my semen all over her tits and chest.

After we both calm down a minute, I look at my baby with my cum all over her chest. She looks at me. Then she comes to me and we kiss again, deeply, and passionately. “We are going to do this a lot baby,” I say to her.

“It’s what I’ve hoped for, Daddy.” And with that, she starts to rub my cum into her skin.

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Josh gave himself a final look in the mirror as he reached to open the door. His short hair laid flat on his head, and he wondered one last time if he should’ve styled it. There was nothing to do about it now, but he couldn’t stop staring at it. He’d had his hair styled in his profile pic, so it had to have something to do with her agreeing to meet him. He shook his head clear of thoughts as another knock came, opening the door.

“Hey, Blair,” Josh said, smiling at the vision before him as he gave her a once-over. The short girl was wearing a fuzzy blue sweater and a miniskirt. The sweater didn’t show off much cleavage, but it did pull tight across her chest large chest, testing the material. “You look great.”

“Thanks,” she said, smiling back at me, doe eyes wide and sparkling. Her face was framed by waves of chestnut hair, and her button nose and full lips were cute enough to die for. “You’re looking good yourself. How’re you doing?”

“I’m doing great,” he said, trying his best to stay chill. It was hard, looking at her, watching her smile grow a bit wider as she tossed her hair over her shoulder. “Come in,” he said, stepping back to let Blair pass. As she stepped by him, he gave a glance at her rear. The skirt hugged her closely, putting her bubble butt on display, if not nearly as exposed as in some of the DMs she’d sent him. He looked up to find her looking back at him and immediately felt himself blush.

“You don’t have to be embarrassed,” she said with a chuckle. “If you can’t even look at me, we’re not going to have a very fun afternoon.”

“Sorry, it’s just a bit weird to be doing this.” Josh shut the door and followed Blair into the living room. She quickly plopped down onto the couch, crossing her legs and patting the spot next to her. Josh took a seat, crossing his own legs to hide the growing bulge.

“Did you have anything in mind?” Blair asked, hugging her arms under her chest. “I mean, I know you said this was your first time hooking up online, so if there’s anything you want to do…”

“Man, I wish I hadn’t told you that,” Josh said, feeling himself blush again. “I mean, it’s not like this is my first time doing anything like this, just, I don’t know. I guess I wasn’t expecting anyone as hot as you are.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, you know, they show you all these hot girls in the ads, but even when you sign up, you just expect to find a site full of other dudes or really desperate chicks.”

“Thanks,” she said flatly, though with a slight grin.

“I’m sorry,” Josh said, putting his hand on his face. “Maybe this was a bad idea.”

“Hey, come on,” Blair said, putting a hand on his thigh. “You didn’t come off like some desperate weirdo in chat. That’s why I actually agreed to meet you. I’m hoping that I didn’t seem like a weirdo either.”

“You didn’t,” Josh said, allowing his hand to fall onto hers. “You came off as a really cool girl.”

“And you seemed like a cool, nice guy. You seemed like a guy who would take charge.” Blair slid her hand up a little. “Are you that guy?”

Josh didn’t say anything; he just slid a hand up Blair’s smooth thigh and kissed her. Blair fell back into the couch, using her free hand to pull Josh down on top of her. Their lips pressed hungrily at each other, tongues darting out to explore. His adventuring hand had moved into the constricted realm of her skirt, and he struggled to pull it up.

Blair grabbed the hand and instead placed it on her breast. He gave it a firm squeeze, the material of the sweater soft against his hand; her breast below was softer, save the poke of a firm nipple against his palm. It drove him on, his tongue darting into her mouth, enjoying the feel of her body all over.

“That’s the man I hoped I was seeing today,” Blair said, both gasping for air between kisses. She gave his dick a long stroke through his jeans. “Oh yeah, definitely a man.”

“You know it, baby,” Josh said, his earlier nerves gone. “You said I could have it how I wanted, right?”

“If you earn it,” Blair said, pouting out her lip slightly. “After all, I have needs, too.”

“I aim to please.”

“Good. Do you have condoms?” Blair said, still gripping his dick.

“Give me one second,” Josh said, giving her one more kiss before jumping up from the couch. He’d made sure to be prepared for this afternoon, and a box of condoms sat in a drawer in the kitchen, along with a bottle of lube.

He dropped both items upon returning to the living room. Blair’s skirt and sweater were tossed over the edge of the couch, and she was sitting in nothing but a deep purple bra and matching thong. She was on her knees leaning over the back to look out the window and giving him a full view of her ass.

“Fuck,” Josh muttered, staring at the soft mounds of flesh that swallowed the thong up, at the slight curl of pubic hair that sat around her pussy. She looked back at him over her shoulder, giving her hair that escort topkapı cute little toss again.

“Like I said, you need to earn it, Josh,” Blair said, “but I’m not too hard to impress. So, how about you come over here and…” Blair pulled the thong aside, fully revealing her pink slit and asshole, “…have a little snack?”

With so much blood diverted from his head, Josh was glad to drop to his knees between the brunette vixen’s thick legs. He felt a rush go through his body at the scent of her in front of him, the strong primal part of him wanting to forgo everything and bury himself inside of her. He ignored the temptation by grabbing the soft bubble of her ass and squeezing, kissing at the inside of her thighs, slowly moving his face closer to her pussy.

Finally, Josh let his tongue dart out and run along her slit. Blair’s thighs tightened for a moment, squeezing his face as he enjoyed the taste of her on his lips. He pressed further, letting his tongue slide inside of her, truly explore her body. A whimper escaped her lips as he went, and Josh loved the feel of her soft flesh around his head.

“You are definitely a hungry boy,” Blair moaned, one of her hands grabbing for his head to push him into her snatch. In turn, Josh reached up and gave her ass a firm smack as he continued to burrow his tongue inside of her. She let out continuous moans as he did, cute mewling sounds to show her approval. His other hand slid under his chin and began to tease at her clit and, emboldened by her ongoing calls of approval, he dared to let his tongue slide further up, teasing at the tight ring of her asshole. That came with a surprised chuckle and more pressure applied to his head, egging him on. “Mmmm, not enough guys are willing to do that.”

“And not every girl wants it,” Josh said, giving her ass another slap before drilling his tongue inside of her anus again.

Josh continued to play with Blair until he felt her hand tugging at his hair, pulling him up as she turned to face him. The hand that had been in his hair slipped around his neck, yanking him into another kiss. There was more urgency now, pure lust built between their lips. Blair’s free hand made short work of his zipper, sliding into his pants to wrap around the thick shaft of his erection. Josh moaned as she jerked him off, pleasure doubled by the breasts he was happily squeezing at.

“Just get it out of the way,” she whispered into his ear desperately.

“My pants or your bra?”

“Both,” she replied, slowly dragging her hand down his length. Josh needed no more prodding. He rose off the couch, unbuttoning his jeans and tugging them off along with his shirt. Blair let go of his dick just long enough for Josh to remove his boxers, but returned with even more energy now that she had complete range of motion. She smiled up at him, letting her tongue slowly run along her lips. “I don’t think you’re done yet.”

“Of course not,” he replied. Josh leaned forward, moving his cock closer to those pouting lips, and reached a single hand around her back. He fumbled for a second, but was able to undo the clasp. Blair took it from there, allowing the bra to slowly move away from her skin. It felt like ages to Josh, but finally, she was bare-chested, her full tits sitting free before him.

For a moment, nothing changed, she continued to stare up at him, stroking his dick merely an inch from her mouth. He met her gaze, feeling the tension in his body increase with every pump, every slight glimpse of her tongue. He wanted to grab the back of her head and push her onto his cock. He wanted to reach down, truly feel her breasts in his hands. He wanted so much from her gorgeous body, but he waited to see what she was willing to give him first.

“Hand me my purse,” Blair said, her breath warm against the head of his cock. Josh broke eye contact to look around the room and saw it sitting right by the couch on the end table. He handed it to her, Blair taking it in her free hand. “Thank you. Now close your eyes.”

Josh obeyed, allowing his mind to focus on the feeling of her hand, imagining what it was she was getting. He heard the snap of the purse, followed by another click. Blair giggled slightly, just before her hand pulled away from him. He stood alone for a moment, waiting for whatever might come next, though the sound of something slick a few inches from him gave him a good idea.

He got his answer as his member was swallowed up by a wet, warm mass. He gasped, pulling back slightly, only to feel himself slide along slick skin. Eyes snapping open, he saw Blair leaning forward, her tits glistening and lubed up, wrapped around his dick. Blair let out a slight laugh as she looked up at him, scooting forward a bit more to once more swallow his dick up between her breasts and hands.

“Holy shit, Blair,” he gasped, noticing the small bottle of lube on the floor by her feet. “You want me to escort güngören cum without warning?”

“Whether you warn me or not doesn’t matter,” she said, beginning to move her chest up and down. “As long as I get your cum, I’ll be a happy girl.”

“Fuck yeah, baby,” Josh said. He leaned into her tits, thrusting up to meet her downward bounce. He could feel every inch of his dick throb with the feel of her pale tits milking him. He was thankful for her moment of reprieve, as it allowed him a newfound stamina to fully enjoy fucking her tits, to delight in the slick sounds of the way he violated her chest.

Josh put a hand against her cheek; Blair quickly turned her head and pulled two of his fingers into her mouth, sucking on them as she continued to work his dick. Josh felt himself tensing up from all the stimulation and began to thrust faster, making Blair’s breasts bounce harder. She responded by pulling off his fingers and staring up at him again, mouth open and tongue out.

“Come on, baby, you know you want to give me your fucking cum,” she said, tits squeezing harder as he pushed into the tight passage. “You want to splatter your little internet slut, cover me in that fat load. I know you want it, I can feel that thick dick twitching. And trust me, you give it to me now, you’ll be ready to give it to me even harder later. In my throat, in my pussy. Who knows, maybe even in my ass.”

That was all Josh could stand. He pulled down hard, freeing himself from the heaven of her chest and began to jack himself hard and fast. Blair didn’t miss a beat, leaning forward and tickling his balls.

“Fuck, Blair!”

Josh’s dick exploded, the stream of cum shooting forward. The first shot hit Blair’s cheek, and she quickly corrected to allow the next few bursts to shoot into her mouth. After that, Josh regained enough sense of himself to redirect, squirting the thick fluid onto her tits. She allowed him, squeezing her tits together so he could properly spread himself upon her.

As he finished, Josh could feel his legs giving out. He swiveled away from her and dropped onto the couch, panting heavily as his dick continued to twitch out a few more drops. He shuddered with ecstasy as Blair followed him, slipping between his legs to suck the last few bits of cum from his spent member. The feel of her lips on him, finally, was enough to begin breathing life back into him.

He looked down to at her, enjoying the sight of her suckling the tip of his dick, his handiwork dripping from her cheek and onto her messy chest. He hadn’t orgasmed like that in so long, and he loved the thought that this gorgeous sexpot was ready to give him more.

“Did you mean it? About the ass?”

Blair stopped sucking his dick and stood up. She turned away from him and slowly removed her thong. As she bent down, her ass seemed to grow and spread, the fullness of it all furthering the growing feeling in his crotch. She stayed bent over, looking at him from between her legs. She reached up and spread her ass apart, showing off her slick pussy and tight asshole.

“Same as ever, Josh,” she said, smirking. “You have to earn it.”

Josh smiled back at her briefly before dropping to his knees and putting his hands on her hips. Leaning forward, he began to kiss the soft flesh of her ass, sucking and biting at it. She was so soft and warm, and he wanted so badly to already be fucking her. But he needed to recover and tasting her again would certainly do them both good.

So he went at it, tongue dipping into her wet pussy, teasing her clit, drilling at her asshole. It wasn’t long before he was erect again, but he was lost in his exploration, egged on by the way Blair moaned and pitched forward, turning to once more relying on the couch for support. Before he knew it, she was all but sat on his face, his whole world the taste and feel of her heat. Josh took hold of his dick, stroking it as he continued to eat Blair out, lost in the sensations and feels of their primal connection.

“Oh, yes, baby, just like that,” Blair groaned, more or less twerking her ass against his face. “Feels so good… eat that pussy… fuck that asshole with your tongue… mmm, with whatever you want…”

Though he was focused on his task, Josh heard Blair’s words and took it as the confirmation he needed that she was ready for him. He pulled back, taking a gasp of air even as he jumped to his feet and pushed Blair further into the couch, forcing her to bend over as his erection dragged against her thigh. God, she was the perfect little package of a woman, her groin just the right height for him to easily line up his dick and push into her heat.

“Fuck, yes,” Blair hissed, pushing back to meet Josh’s first thrust. Just like that, he was inside her, and he wasted no time in starting to fuck her. Any exhaustion fucking her tits had caused was forgotten as he began to hammer into Blair’s tight pussy, escort güneşli groaning with pleasure at the feel of her, the way her muscles clamped onto him with every outward pull and welcomed him back in with each forward thrust.

“You like that, don’t you?” Josh grunted, slowing down a bit and letting each stroke last longer. “That dick pumping in and out of you?”

“Mmm, yes, baby,” Blair replied, reaching a hand back to spread herself wider for him; fuck, her asshole looked cute. “It’s all I need.”

“Yeah, it is,” Josh replied. “Just a desperate slut trolling online for guys to fuck her silly.”

“Just need to get fucked,” Blair agreed with a moan, pushing back against Josh, only for him to pull away.

“You need this dick?” Josh said, teasing her slit, but not allowing her to get him inside. “Then beg for it.”

“Please, Josh, give it to me,” Blair moaned, slightly frustrated and still trying to rock him inside of her. “I need your dick, baby, please, please, please.”

“And where do you want it?” Josh asked, now pressing a thumb into the puckered star of her anus, Blair shuddering at his touch.

“Mm, wherever you want to put it,” Blair glanced back, the neediness clear on her face. “Just work a girl up to it first?”

“Gladly,” Josh said, giving a satisfied grunt as he pushed his thumb fully into Blair’s ass and his dick back inside her pussy. She let out a deep, satisfied moan as Josh began to fuck her again, all the while working to loosen her asshole up for the main event. It was a lot of stimulation, exactly what she’d been begging him to return to, and it was what she needed to be pushed over the edge.

“Fuck, Josh, I’m cumming!” she yelled, knees giving out as a wave of orgasmic bliss tore through her. She fell forward, Josh slamming deep inside as he collapsed on top of her, sending another jolt of pleasure up her spine as he filled her. Her moan this time was deep and throaty, her whole body shuddering beneath him “Oh, baby, yessssss.”

“Fuck yeah… cum for me, you e-slut,” Josh said breathlessly, only losing his momentum for a moment. He quickly pulled out of her, enjoying the sensation of both of her holes gripping him, before aiming the head of his dick at Blair’s contracting asshole. With a single push, he was inside of her backdoor, and he started working himself deeper as she moaned. The resistance and pressure were overwhelming, but he was in a frenzy now, lost in a haze of pleasure and carnal release. Before long, he was properly fucking her butt, couch shaking as he rammed into her again and again. The feeling was incredible, a tight, hot vice on his dick that felt made to pleasure him.

“How’s that dick feel, baby?” Josh grunted into her ear as he kept going. “You love it in your ass?”

“So full…” Blair gasped, still recovering from her orgasm and already building to another. She slipped a hand between her legs to play with herself as his anal assault continued. “So fuckin’ good…”

“Of course you do,” Josh continued, pulling back enough to grip her phat ass and give it a squeeze as he fucked it. “Just an anal slut getting what she needs. Mm, and I’m so happy to give it to you.”

“Give it to me, Josh,” Blair said, finally recovered enough to begin popping her hips and meeting his thrusts into her ass. “Give me that dick.” With a toss of her hair, she was looking back at him, eyes full of desperate need and a smile of dizzy pleasure on her parted lips. “Fill my slutty ass with your cum.”

“Fuck!” Josh groaned as he slammed hard into Blair one final time. As he bottomed out inside of her, he orgasmed, cum flooding into the tight grip of her anus. Blair shuddered as he did, a motion that in turn gave Josh the energy to begin thrusting again, enjoying how much easier her ass was to fuck as his jizz lubed her up. Finally, as he felt himself emptying out, Josh pulled loose, enjoying the view of her glistening, gaped butt before rolling off and collapsing onto the couch next to her.

“Hot damn,” Josh said, now just trying to catch his breath. He looked over to Blair, who was equally out-of-breath and smiling over at him. “That was a hell of a lot of fun.”

“Absolutely,” she responded, pushing the hair out of her face. “For as shy as you were to start, you really go for it when you get started.”

“Helps to have a partner who’s into it,” he responded, feeling himself blush slightly. If she noticed, it only caused her to smile wider before she pushed off the couch to stand up.

“Bathroom?”

“Down the hall,” he said, pointing. She turned to head that way, allowing him to see the trickle of his sperm trailing out of her ass and down her thigh. “Guess we forgot about the condoms…”

Blair glanced back at him, giving her ass a spread to allow more of his seed to slide out of her. “Are you really complaining?”

“Not in the slightest,” he replied. “I know the site talks about discretion and one-time things, but… I’d love to do this again some time.”

Blair swiveled back to face him. He looked, again taking in the beauty of her wide hips and doe eyes, and the smile on her lips. “Who said this time was done?”

At that, she turned back and headed to the bathroom, and Josh knew well enough to follow.

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Lauren stepped nervously into the club.

She seldom went to clubs, as a rule. The mindless mass of bodies and throbbing music did nothing for her. Still, she was there with her friend Jess, who insisted on bringing her in an attempt to inject normalcy in her life.

Normalcy. Lauren snorted. She took the martini that Jess offered her and leaned against the bar, watching the people milling about. The heavy thud of the music beat incessantly in her head. Jess took her arm.

“Come on Lauren we Have to dance!”

She grimaced.

“You go ahead, I’ll join you later,” she shouted over the din. Jess pursed her mouth then turned to join the heaving crowd.

Lauren let her eyes glaze over as her mind stilled amidst the loudness. Finally she picked up her clutch and made her way to the door.

A strong chest clad in a black long-sleeved shirt blocked her way. Lauren frowned and tried to step around the person blocking her but he mimicked her movements. Frustrated she glared up into his face.

Her mouth went dry.

“Jack? Wha-“

“What’s wrong, Jack,” a sultry voice followed by a dark-haired woman emerged from behind Jack. Lauren stared at her, forgetting to shut her mouth until Jack motioned at her.

“This is Lauren. One of my..acquaintances.” His eyes met Lauren’s and she flushed.

“Oh. Well. Hello.” The woman had full lips, pursed in indignance at the moment, and her brows were beautifully sculpted and arched high on her forehead as she surveyed Lauren. Lauren felt suddenly small in her tight white dress.

“If you’ll excuse us,” Jack said coolly. He stepped past Lauren, leading the woman with him by the hand.

Lauren gaped after them.

She stood at the side watching in a mixture of disbelief and sheer shock as Jack led his partner on the dance floor and began moving to the music. The woman was gorgeous. Her hair was thick and sinful as chocolate, spilling in soft waves down her black. The straps criss-crossing her back brought out the smoothness of her skin as she danced sensually, moving her body against Jack.

Jack. Tall and handsome on the dance floor. Jack. His sleek body concealed under crisp clothes, just a hint of his dark hair peeking out of the vee of his shirt, left casually unbuttoned at the top. His eyes exuding heat in the dark.

Lauren struggled to look away but her eyes were fastened on the couple dancing. Jack turned the brunette around and she pressed her flesh against the front of his body. He leaned in and licked her ear as he slid a hand around to hold her close. Lauren shivered as she remembered how his mouth had felt. When she saw Jack’s hand move up the woman’s thigh she snapped out of her trance and set her mouth in a grim line.

Turning on her heel she walked out of the club.

Jack looked up from his escort’s neck. He took a step away from her.

“That will be all.” He turned and left the brunette standing on the dance floor, smirking.

Lauren went clacking down the street in her high heels. Irked, she paused to slip them off and held them by their straps. She muttered angrily to herself as she walked down the path, the night dark around her, broken only by the faint yellow light of dull street lamps.

Her cellphone vibrated in her bag and she fished for it irritably.

“Hello? Yes, I left. No, I’m not disturbed or anything. I’ll see you tomorrow, Jess,” sighing, Lauren slipped her cell back into her bag.

She turned a corner and a strong arm pulled her into the alley.

“Let go!” Lauren screamed. The fear that had once filled her back in the warehouse with Chuck and Wayne came flooding back and she struggled against her captor’s arm. “Let go of me!!” She vipsevgilim.com reached down and sank her teeth in his arm. His grip loosened and she wriggled out.

“FUCK. What the hell did you do that for?”

Lauren stepped away and stared into the shadows.

“Jack??” His familiar face emerged into the dim light, that lock of hair falling over his eyes, which were edged with fury.

Suddenly irrational anger filled Lauren.

“What in fuck were you doing??” She raised her clutch and smacked at him hard. Shocked, Jack took a step back. “Why did you follow me? Stay there with that skank! I don’t care what you do!” Her face was flushed and her eyes bright with indignation. Jack looked at her. A wry smile spread on his lips and Lauren gasped at him.

“You stupid asshole.” She shot him a chilly look and turned to go. He reached out and grabbed her as he always did.

“Will you fucking stop that!” Lauren yelled into his face. Jack stilled. “What are you doing here? Why are you following me??” Jack cast his eyes down for a minute, then looked back at her. The look in his eyes made her freeze.

“I had to see you. I didn’t know how else to get your attention. You left me. Nobody does that.” Jack tightened his jaw as he spoke. “I just wanted to see you.”

“And the girl?”

“She’s nobody. Just someone I paid.” He ran his hand over his chin. Lauren looked at him incredulously.

“Okay. So what do you want?”

Jack stepped closer to her and took her hands in his. “I want a chance. Just one chance, that you’ll see me as a man and not..not. Anything else.” He leaned down and lowered his head to hers, just looking at her.

Lauren returned his look, with hesitation. She watched him for a long time, trying to read his eyes. Finally she sighed and dropped her hands from his.

“I don’t know what to do. You exasperate me. And yet I keep thinking about you.” She turned away and studied the moths flitting around the street lamp a few paces away.

Jack stepped up behind her and drew her back with him. He pressed her gently against the wall and looked at her.

“Don’t think about anything else,” he said softly. She looked into his dark eyes, and down at his lips. He moved closer and she could feel his clothes shift against her. His thighs, strong against hers and his heart beating slowly. She kept her eyes open as he moved his mouth nearer to hers. He paused, then coaxed her lips open with his tongue. A small shudder ran through her as he swept his tongue inside her mouth slowly. She took his mouth and clutched at his shirt as he pressed his hips against hers. Already she could feel the swell of him against her stomach.

“Jack,” she breathed. Jack tilted his head against hers and she turned as he pressed his mouth to the curve of her neck. The delicious slide of his tongue on her skin had her eyes fluttering shut as his hands moved to the crest of her breasts. They felt heavy and ached in his palm. Lifting his head Jack looked at her. He pulled the fabric of the white cotton tube dress down and watched her as he laved his tongue over her nipple.

“Jack we’re- we’re in public we can’t-“

Jack placed a finger on her lips. He drew her nearer and spread his thighs so that his hardness fit snugly between her legs. She groaned as he started moving his hips against hers. The stroke of his hard member against her quickly-moistening panties fired her blood and she leaned into him when Jack reached down and eased his fingers over her panties. He rubbed her through the cotton and she opened her mouth silently. His mouth tugged on her nipples and she uttered guttural sounds. Jack’s eyes focused on her and he pulled biristanbulmasali.com her panties down her legs. Slipping them off he slid his hand back up her thighs.

“You’ve missed this haven’t you,” he whispered harshly in her ear as his fingers found her aching center and caressed her hard. Lauren gasped and bucked against his hand, reaching in between her legs and moving up and down, fingers sweeping over her clit and dipping into her wet folds.

“Tell me you’ve missed this,” Jack hissed as he inserted a finger, then two into her aching passage. She tightened around him, moaning as he curved his fingers up into her softness and soothed her rising need.

“I have. And I’m sure you have too,” she answered, a wry smile on her face as she smoothed her hands down Jack’s chest and over his hardness, stiff against his pants. He clenched his jaw as she gripped him through the cloth and stroked him hard. She tugged at the zip and buttons, leaning in to his ear to whisper, “Take me now. Take me hard,”

Jack’s eyes flashed and he stepped back to unfasten his pants. He pulled his cock out, hard and thick in his palm, stroking himself as he watched Lauren. She leaned against the wall, her tongue sliding out as she looked at him.

“Take you hard?” Jack pressed back against Lauren’s hips. She could feel his warm cock thick between her slick lips and she sighed choppily. Jack took one of her legs up over his arm and then swept the other up. Holding her up against the wall he watched her with dark eyes as he speared his thick cock into the entrance of her heated pussy. Lauren’s mouth dropped in an “O” as she felt his cock push into her, each inch setting off delicious sensations at her core.

Jack dropped his head in the curve of her neck and thrust into her. Her body shook as he drove deep into her, drawing out her pleasure with each deep, firm move. Lauren held onto him and cried out. “Fuck me Jack, fuck me harder harder please!”

Her words fuelled his passion and Jack began driving his cock fiercely into Lauren. She felt each slide and give, his source of pleasure fused with hers, and her eyes caught tightly on his as her mouth opened and her eyes rolled up — His entire body strained, each muscle tensed to drive that one slick organ into her opening. She shuddered and felt the familiar sharp pleasure start low in her body.

Jack clenched his teeth as the pleasure of Lauren’s pussy, like a wet silk fist around his aching cock filled his senses and he felt her spasming in his arms. He reared back and thrust hard in her, pounding himself to his climax.

He drew out of her and started to stroke himself off when Lauren pushed his hands away and got to her knees, pulling his cock into her mouth and sucking him deep in her throat. He stared down at her, shocked and aroused, watching his cock disappear in her soft mouth. He groaned and tilted his head back as she drew his hardness deeper into her throat and ran her hands around his balls, squeezing gently. He came in deep, strong spurts that Lauren took into her throat.

She stood up and dusted her knees off calmly.

Jack stared at her. His senses started coming back to him and he watched her straighten her clothes, bemused.

“Well that was..different.” He fit himself back into his pants and zipped them. Shucking his shirt he stood next to Lauren and cast a look at her. “Shall we?”

She smiled suddenly, and looked back up at him. Slipping an arm through the one he offered she fell into pace beside him. “Yes, let’s.”

Jack hailed a cab and they got in. On the way Lauren looked out of the window at the rain that had begun to fall.

“You know, I will give manitam.net you one chance. But when my dad finds out, it won’t be pretty. At all.” She said quietly without looking at Jack. He kept silent.

“Come and stay with me. Tell your parents you’re going on a vacation. Or something. Anything. Just stay with me for a month. And then decide if you want to stay longer,” Jack took her hand in his. Lauren looked at the street passing by outside. She thought for a moment, then turned her head to look into his eyes, serious and earnest.

“All right. One month,” she let a small, nervous smile hang at the corner of her lips. The elation in Jack was palpable as he leaned forward and kissed her.

The cabbie looked in the mirror.

“Right here?”

“Yes, yes,” Jack answered.

He paid the fare and they took the steps to his apartment.

“Are you hungry?” Jack asked, smiling. His smile was so real now, there was no hint of the brooding man that had sat in the corner and watched her in the warehouse. Lauren nodded. “Well I could make some pasta if you like. Do you like mushrooms?”

Lauren grinned. “I love mushrooms.”

Jack arched a brow at her tone and laughed. “Okay. I’ll be quick. Just get comfy.” Lauren fell onto the couch and stretched languidly.

Jack opened cupboard doors and removed the utensils required. He cooked the pasta quickly, drained it and placed it in a serving bowl, and was stirring the sauce with a wooden spoon when he felt arms snake around his stomach.

“I’m cooking,” he chuckled. Lauren pressed her nose into his shirt, inhaling his scent.

“I know. But I’m hungry,” she clutched him tighter and he smiled to himself, lifting the spoon to taste it.

He didn’t expect it when he felt her move in front of him and tug at his zip. Startled, Jack looked down, the spoon still raised in the air, as Lauren took his semi-hard cock out of his pants and drew her tongue over him.

“Wha-“

“I said I’m hungry, and I can’t wait,” Lauren pouted. Jack raised his eyebrows, watching her suck him. He reached out and turned the fires on the stove off.

“All right..but the pasta’s almost ready, and I- oh..” his eyes half-closed as she took his balls in her mouth, sliding her tongue wetly over the delicate skin. She watched as a fierceness that was by now familiar to her came into his eyes. He reached down and pulled her up. His arms picked her up by her bum and he took her into his room.

She laughed and kicked as she fell on his bed. She quickly stilled, though, when she looked down to see Jack moving up her body, one hand tugging her panties down and tossing them in a corner. She tensed in anticipation as he moved his head in her stomach. He drew his tongue down from the skin of her abdomen, over her clean shaven mons and down in the moist, fleshy slit.

Lauren moaned in her throat and arched her back. His mouth was exquisite on her, his tongue hard and wet on her clit, stroking insistently. The pleasure spread in pulses from between her legs where he had his head burrowed. She placed her hands in his long, dark hair as he pleasured her.

Jack swept his tongue furiously over Lauren’s moist, musky pussy as he felt her tense beneath him. Her fingers clutched at him tightly and he shook his head quickly from side to side as he dragged his tongue over her center. She came in wracking shudders and he slid back up her body to smile gently at her.

Lauren opened her half-closed eyes and touched his face.

“I love you.”

Jack stilled. He looked at her in a mix of shock and another emotion that he couldn’t quite put a finger on- something strange and frightening. He drew back from her.

“The pasta is done now,” he turned and left the room.

Lauren lay between the ruffled sheets. She sighed slowly.

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One Friday night at the shelter they were very low on people staying the night so Brittany had time to spare. She’d made sure all the current tenants had warm blankets and pillows as well as anything else they may need. She’d turned down the lights low enough for them to get some sleep but light enough for her to read the book she’d brought with her. She made her way over to her desk and settled in to read a chapter or two. But she didn’t get far before she was interrupted by a man moaning in his sleep and moving restlessly on his cot. Brittany watched him for a few moments before getting up and making her way to him. She knelt beside his cot.

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“It’s ok. Do you want to try and go back to sleep?”

“I don’t think I can.”

“Oh, well I’m about to go do some laundry if you’d like to help.” He smiled and nodded then followed her out of the community room and into the dimly lit laundry room in the back of the shelter. Brittany pulled out a warm load of laundry and set it on the table by the dryer.

“If you don’t mind you can start folding these,” Brittany said. He followed her to the table and started folding the fresh laundry. He watched out of the corner of his eye as Brittany put in a new load and transferred some to the dryer. After she was finished she came over to him and began to help him fold. They did their work in companionable silence standing close to share what little light there was.

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The hot desert sun felt so good on her naked body as she lay on the huge flat rock.

Her hands softly caressed her big tits, not being encumbered by a bra, or clothing for that matter, was a wonderful feeling. The more she did this, the more she felt a growing tingle between her legs, she smiled. Delicately, she placed her middle finger on her “magic spot”. It was wet and slippery and grew more so as she began to finger herself. Before she knew it, she was breathing heavily, then gasping, then crying out in ecstasy as that wonderful feeling of release overwhelmed her.

Some would call her decision reckless, irresponsible, naïve, maybe even dangerous.

Others thought it was adventurous, even romantic.

Laura Austin’s sudden decision to leave the small town of Rocky Hill, Texas (where there were few, if any, hills) for the unknown open road with a guy named John in a VW van had spurred much gossip in her hometown. To her though, it was the chance to leave what she saw as a dead-end existence for something, well, better.

John’s van had limped into town one evening while she worked the graveyard shift in the Super Chief Cafe’. He was on his way to California where he planned to join a friend in restoring an old house. Laura was immediately attracted to the stranger and they had a torrid day or two of passion before he had to hit the road again. And when he did, he had a passenger, Laura.

In a last farewell to her “old self” as it were, she tore off the waitress outfit she’d wedged herself into night after boring night and threw it out the window of John’s van as they hit the road.

They took a circuitous route, taking in the sights of the road as they went. John had enough money saved for the trip so that wasn’t much of a worry. And his old shirts and jeans fit Laura nicely (she didn’t bother with underwear).

Laura had no qualms about the trip, she was just happy to be somewhere else. While she loved her hometown, John had released this desire buried deep inside her to explore the world beyond Rocky Hill. As for California, well, who knows what might be there for her?

“Hey, there you are!” she heard John say as he approached “Working on your tan, huh?”

“Yeah…” she said as she sat up “Feeling horny too.”

“So I heard…you probably woke a few coyotes.” he chuckled

Laura playfully slugged him on the shoulder and hand in hand they walked back to the makeshift campsite they had at the van. Laura had acquired a beautiful all-over tan and John couldn’t help but stare at her body as she began to pack up their gear.

Except for a pair of white sneakers, she was still nude.

The bright lights of Las Vegas were now in sight.

“Wow!” she exclaimed “What should we do first?”

“I don’t know.” John said, equally excited “Maybe find an auto parts store, I think the engine might need some more work.”

“Uh-oh!”

“Don’t worry, babe. This ‘ol girls’ got a lotta life left in her.” he said confidently as he tapped the dashboard.

The VW had been pretty reliable so far, John was a capable mechanic and its breakdowns had thankfully been few and far between, especially when they’d been rolling through the desert.

“Maybe we’ll have some luck at the casino.” she said as the glittering lights reflected on the van’s windows

“Why not?” John shrugged.

Neither of them were experienced gamblers so their wins were few and far between. John smartly stopped when he calculated they’d hit the “break even” point. He knew the VW still needed some work

They walked the strip and gawked at the bright lights and pondered their next move.

Out of the blue, someone handed Laura a card and walked away, disappearing into the crowded streets.

“What’s that?”John asked.

“I don’t know…some place called the Tally-Ho.”

John looked more closely at it.

“Oh my…it’s a strip club.” he said with a chuckle

“No way!”

“Yeah…says here they’re having an amateur night contest.”

“Oh, my god! Really?’

“Take a look.”

Laura studied the card and saw how the contest paid the winner $5,000.00. She was intrigued and wondered if she could do it.

“I’ve never been to a strip club…man look at what first prize pays.” she said

“Whoa, five grand could really come in handy.” he said, clearly just as intrigued as she was.

“What do you think?” she asked

“About what?”

“You know, about…um…”

John looked at her, then his face was a mix of excitement and uncertainty.

“Wait a minute…you’re not thinking about entering are you?”

“No, I mean…I would never…” she said firmly before her voice trailed off and changed tone “…still…five grand could come in handy like you said.”

They looked at one another and waited for one or the other to be the “voice of reason” as it were.

Laura finally spoke.

“Why not?” she said confidently.

“You’re serious?”

She nodded.

“Look, even if I didn’t win the second prize is what? Twenty-five hundred. That would help too, right?”

John nodded.

“And kocaeli escort we’ll have a story to tell your buddies in California. How I paid for the trip with these.” she said holding her tits proudly.

“No, I think this story we’ll keep to ourselves.” he said just as firmly.

They both giggled at what they were planning, then Laura suddenly jumped up and did an impromptu dance in front of some fountains, doing whatever sexy dance moves she could think of. John laughed and any passersby stopped and watched this bit of Vegas craziness.

“Step right up folks! See her at the Tally-Ho!” he said like a carnival barker to all who watched.

The Tally-Ho was huge club just off the strip with a giant multicolored neon sign that would’ve been right at home next to the Golden Nugget or the Four Aces club. John and Laura stood outside the club, hypnotized by the sign.

“Not too late to change your mind, you know.” he said

Laura looked at him and smiled.

“I wanna do this so bad.” she said with a confident smile.

She was right, it was another way she was leaving her boring and sedate life in Rocky Hill behind. There was still a twinge of fear but she thought about the story she’d be able to tell, even if John had said they’d keep it to themselves.

“Let’s go, babe.” she said and they walked in.

The club seemed very upper class, not at all what they expected. It was softly lit with a huge bar that covered the length of the building and had the requisite mirror above it. Big screen TV’s were showing sports and there were a couple of video slot machines scattered around. An equally busty blonde strolled by them wearing a bright red see-thru camisole and escorting a middle aged man in a rumpled suit to another part of the club. Seated at the bar was a Latina girl in a leather miniskirt and a Harley-Davidson tank top with strategic tears in it talking to what seemed like a college kid. The sound system was playing ZZ Top’s “Tush”.

“Oh, that’s a good sign!” she said excitedly over the blaring music

“Why?”

“I love those guys! It can’t be too hard if you like the music, right?”

“You might be right, let’s get a table or something and see what we’re in for.”

“WE’RE in for? Don’t you mean what I’M in for?” she said teasingly.

“You know what I mean!”

With two beers in hand, they took a seat at the stage and saw the dancers up close. They were pretty, alright. The U-shaped stage had numerous lights and was accessed by a small staircase on the side, glittery curtains lined the walls and there was even a large disco mirror ball hanging from the ceiling. The blonde they first saw was onstage and she freely showed her tits to John and Laura. Laura was intrigued by her, what she wore, and closely watched how she moved. She did the usual bump and grind but on a slower number she gracefully moved about the stage like a cat.

“What do you think?” he asked her.

“She’s beautiful, I hope she’s not a contestant.”

“Alright please welcome to the stage the lovely…Vanessa…” the club DJ announced. Vanessa was a shorter girl with flowing brunette hair, she seemed almost hippie-like in her dress and looks. Like she just walked out of the Woodstock Festival. Vanessa’s day-glo sun dress soon dropped revealing perky B-cup tits with dark brown nipples and a cute jet black pussy. She had a dark skin tone that suggested she might be Latina or Middle Eastern. She knelt down in front of Laura, giving her a close-up look at her pussy.

“Hi, babe…I’m Vanessa.” she said in a sweet voice.

“I’m Laura, this is my friend, John.”

“Hi, handsome…you two are together?”

“Uh-huh…I’m thinking of entering your contest.” Laura said

“Wow! That’s awesome! You’ve got the boobs for it, that’s for sure.” she said excitedly.

“Who do I talk to about it?”

“Oh, go see Serena…I’ll introduce you when I get offstage.”

As “Vanessa” went across the stage, Laura turned to John;

“That’s different.”

“What’s different?”

“Serena must be like a manager here, that’s different.”

“Guess we’ll find out.” he said

Vanessa charmed all who sat around the stage, erotically making contact with them. She could seductively touch her toned body, then let the music overwhelm her and thrust her body about the stage. After giving a graceful bow, she walked offstage with a generous amount of dollar bills stuffed into a small leather bag.

“Give me a minute, I’ll be back.” she said to John & Laura.

“What do you think of her?” John asked as Vanessa walked away

“I’m lucky she’s not competing, she’s good…I think she’s sexy.”

John nodded in response.

“She’s good, but…you’re better.” he said into her ear.

Laura leaned in and closed her eyes as he held her close.

Looking around the stage area, it seemed a mix of businessmen out for a night of fun, blue collar guys looking to let off steam and maybe a few tourists here and there. Off to one side she noticed a single guy wearing kuşadası escort a denim jacket. He didn’t look blue collar but didn’t look like a tourist either. He was nursing what seemed like a ginger ale or a Sprite. Definitely a rare sight in a place like this. It almost seemed like he was just stopping in on his way to someplace else.

“I wonder what his story is?” she thought

A few minutes later, Vanessa returned.

“Serena’s busy now, how about a private dance while you’re waiting?”

John looked surprised and turned to Laura.

“Why not?” she said as she got up

“Cool!” Vanessa said as she led them to an area at the back of the club.

Silver beads that reflected whatever light there was from the club served as the door to the “private dance” area. It was lit with black lights that gave a strange, soft glow and had several little rooms no bigger than a phone booth. Within them were large black velvet easy chairs. Laura was small enough that she and John could sit together.

“You two look good together.” Vanessa said “Just relax, this is gonna be fun.”

Vanessa began to run her hands slowly down John’s chest until she got to his crotch. Then she began to rub her limber body close to his, Laura could already feel the erotic tension between them building. The music in the background seemed to fade away. Vanessa had a sweet, powdery scent about her. John hesitantly began to touch Vanessa, who nodded her approval. She turned to Laura, who also touched her soft, dark skin. Vanessa turned to her and smiled widely. She now turned to Laura, giving her a soft kiss on her neck. She sat up a little and removed her top, giving them another look at her cute tits.

“You can touch me, you know.” she said

Laura didn’t know what to say but reached out to this young temptress, her tits felt wonderfully soft.

“Can I touch you?” Vanessa asked

“Yes…please do…”

Vanessa felt Laura’s big tits through her shirt and giggled.

“I’ve never felt boobs like yours…their awesome…c-can I see them?”

She turned to John, who was entranced by everything.

“Okay.”

Laura reached started to unbutton her flannel shirt, just enough for her. Vanessa gasped when she saw her tits.

“Wow…they’re beautiful…” she said as she caressed them, making the nipples harden “Awesome.”

John turned to Laura and leaned down to kiss her nipples. Vanessa giggled at the sight and impulsively did the same on her other nipple. Laura had her tits being sucked by the man she loved and this exotic dancer who couldn’t be much older than her.

And she loved it.

Vanessa had her right hand on John’s crotch and was rubbing it.

“Does he have a big cock?” she asked Laura.

“Oh yes…very nice.”

“You wanna see it?” he asked

Vanessa looked around to make sure no one was watching, then nodded to him.

John began to unzip his jeans, Laura was still getting over the feel of another woman kissing her boobs. Vanessa reached in and pulled out his throbbing dick.

“Oh yeah, you were right!” she giggled.

Vanessa began to caress John’s dick, Laura had unbuttoned her shirt fully and was caressing her tits as she watched.

John turned to her.

“Rub your pussy…go ahead.” he said in a soft tone she somehow heard. Vanessa turned to see Laura’s hand go inside her jeans. She turned again to see if the coast was clear, then slid her panties off. She was now completely naked in front of them.

“Whoa!” John said, trying not to get too excited.

Vanessa’s body was just as stunning even in the low light of the private dance room. She crouched down and was soon sucking John’s dick. Laura was hypnotized, she wasn’t offended that someone else was pleasuring her boyfriend, she was having too much fun pleasuring herself. John looked over at her, his face was pure pleasure too.

“Fuck her…fuck her, babe.” Laura said

Vanessa heard what was said and looked around again.

“I can’t do that…but you two can.” she said to them.

“I’ll keep a lookout.” she said with a smile.

John & Laura nodded at each other and moved quickly.

Laura slid her jeans down and Vanessa noticed her lack of underwear.

“No panties? Wow! You guys are kinky!” she giggled.

“Saves time.” John said as Laura lay back in the big chair.

John’s jeans were down around his ankles but he had enough room to fuck Laura. Vanessa wedged herself in too and sucked Laura’s tits as John fucked her.

“I love your boobs!” Vanessa said

“Oh god…I love being fucked!” Laura gasped.

Everyone was immensely turned on. Vanessa gave little kisses to her and John, Laura was in heaven as John fucked her.

The excitement of the moment was all too short as John exploded into Laura’s pussy.

There was little time for contemplation. Vanessa looked around apprehensively.

“Man, I’m lucky…some girl got caught in here last week and they fired her on the spot.” she said as she quickly dressed “I’ll go find Serena.”

And marmaris escort with that, Vanessa left the room.

John and Laura looked at one another and giggled in between hugs.

“Oh my god that was so crazy!” she said

“Come on…” John said breathlessly “We’ve gotta make this look good.”

The pair got a couple of suspicious looks as they quietly exited the private dance room. Someone from the club immediately went in after they left, probably looking for evidence.

Luckily, they found none.

They found Vanessa at the bar with a pretty blonde they’d seen earlier onstage.

“I’m Serena, you’re Laura I take it?”

“Y-yes, I wanna enter your amateur dancer contest.”

“Okay…” Serena began “There’s 5 girls competing, first prize is 5 grand, second 2,500 and third is a 1,000…looks like you might need a costume, or did you bring your own?”

“She’ll need one.” Vanessa said

“How do you know, did you see her boobs already?” Serena said, sounding annoyed.

“Not exactly…I just think she’d look good in one.”

John couldn’t help but snicker at what Serena said. Laura bashfully covered her mouth. Serena looked at Laura, then pulled out a sheet of paper.

“Okay, sign this…your costume coordinator here…” she said turning to Vanessa “…will get you set up.”

“Come with me.”

Laura turned to John, who gave her a quick kiss.

“Knock ’em dead babe!” he said

Vanessa led Laura into what passed for a dressing room at the club. Several old metal lockers lined a wall, all with dents or graffiti on them. A row of makeup tables with lights were against a wall and she got a look at her “competition” as it were.

A tall brassy blonde with big tits was eagerly brushing her hair.

“Hi, I’m Vicki!” she said

“Laura, Laura Austin.”

“You come for the contest, huh?”

“Yes, you too?”

“Shit, I’ll be happy if I get second.” she laughed “My girlfriend dared me to enter this.”

“Mine too.” she replied nervously “I mean, my boyfriend dared me to enter!”

Vicki laughed.

“That’s OK, good luck.” she said as she walked off.

“Okay, all the outfits are basically the same, saves on expenses.” Vanessa said.

The costumes were variations on a satin camisole and matching short-shorts.

“You’d look good in this.” she said handing Laura a pink satin outfit.

“That looks good, I’ll wear that one.”

“Cool!” she said “I’ve got another set to do, the DJ will call you onstage when it’s time. You can leave your clothes in the lockers there, they’ll be safe.”

“Okay.”

Vanessa looked at her, then gave her a kiss on the lips.

“You’re beautiful…I hope you win.” she said

Laura was too stunned to reply as she walked off.

Laura took a deep breath and undressed with another dancer watching her.

“Oooooweee…you got some boobs there, girlfriend!”

“Th-thanks…”

Laura finished dressing and checked herself in the big mirror. She looked down at her tits.

“Well girls, it’s all up to you now.” she said to herself.

“ALLLLRIGHT! It’s show time at the Tally-Ho!” the DJ bellowed in a deep voice “We’ve got five lovely, lllllusty ladies all vying for five thousand smackers…are you ready?”

The “crowd” murmured in response.

“I can’t hear you…you wanna see some amateur tits and ass?”

Now they responded.

Laura stood at the side of the stage watching.

“First up…say hello to the vivacious…Vicky!”

Vicky went out to the strains of the Rolling Stones “Satisfaction” and did a wild striptease that generated the usual amount of bills for her to grab.

Watching their reaction made her nervous, then she saw John returning to his seat with another beer. She realized that he must have a strategy, stay away from the stage when someone else was on. That way she’d only be dancing for him, not competing for his attention.

“Smart guy!” she thought.

The next dancer was named Chrissie. She had brown hair but seemed pretty ditzy in her moves, plus she nearly fell off the stage at one point.

“What music would you like?” the DJ/MC asked.

“Oh, uh…ZZ Top…do you have that song “Apologies to Pearly”?”

“As a matter of fact I do…how do you know that song?”

“I’m from Texas.” she shrugged.

The DJ’s eyes lit up

“Me, too!” he said but before he could tell her where he saw his cue to be onstage “You got it.” he said

“ALLLLLRIGHT! Our final dancer is a lovely lady…say hello to Little Laura from Austin!”

Her first impulse was to correct him, she was from Rocky Hill, Texas. Not Austin!

“Now or never.” she thought.

The screaming guitar instrumental came on and Laura did every bump and grind move she could think of, shaking her ass, provocatively pulling on her camisole shirt to the crowd’s delight. The slide guitar made her slide on the floor and when she pulled off her shirt, the crowd screamed its approval as they saw her gorgeous tits. She shoved her tits into John’s face as he watched, absolutely hypnotized. She saw the kid in the denim jacket and found herself looking into his eyes as she slowly pulled her shorts down and showed her “girl goodies” to him and the rest of the crowd.

As fast as it started, her spot was over and the crowd was yelling for more. The stage littered with ones, fives and more than a few twenties.

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I arrived home from college that day and found you in the lounge, frowning. You ordered me into the study, and from that look on your face I knew I was in very big trouble. “I have just had a call from a Mrs. Stanford – you know a Michael Stanford?” you asked, taking your seat in that big black chair we have since come to hate so much, and yet at the same time love so well.

“Mickey? Yes daddy, I know Mickey.” I just couldn’t figure out why you would want to know if I knew Mickey – and what could Mickey’s mother have to do with it?

“Michael Stanford, I’ve heard, is much older than you. Is this true?” Oh daddy, you’re using that voice I dread.

“Well, daddy, he is older, but he can’t be that old because he goes to college, like me. We see each other there, and sometimes at weekends too… Why?”

“What do you do when you see each other at weekends and at college?”

“Well, daddy, Mickey uses a word I am not allowed to use… anyway, except with him…” I looked down at the floor, not wishing to see anger in your eyes, because I knew it was there somewhere.

“Tell me the word, girl,” you ordered, and I knew that if I didn’t obey when you used that voice I would really be in deep…

“Mickey says we fuck, daddy,” I said, and was surprised that you appeared not to be surprised.

“I had a suspicion that you, my little girl, were not a virgin… How old are you again?”

Of course you knew exactly how old I was, but you were working yourself up. “I was 19 three months ago, daddy.”

“And do you believe it is appropriate for a 19 year old girl to fuck an older man?” You were always using big words, hoping I wouldn’t understand them, but I knew the meaning of many big words by now – I got to learn them from when you lectured me, and also from college.

“What is wrong with Mickey, daddy?” I couldn’t see anything wrong with Mickey as a friend.

“Are you in the habit of removing your panties for all your friends?” you said, leaning back in your chair as you waited for my answer.

“No, daddy, just for Mickey and his friends.”

“And why do you take them off in the first place? To fuck, as Mickey would so eloquently say?”

“Well yes, daddy, they’ll get in the way otherwise.” I couldn’t understand why you were making such a fuss over this?

“So when did you begin fucking Mickey? And are you wearing panties right this minute? Just lift your skirt for me to see, little girl.”

Oh, giresun escort he knew. “About a year – maybe a little longer.” I shrug. Heck, I hadn’t been keeping track of dates; that’s what parents are for… I lifted my skirt to show my bare behind, and turned around when you motioned me to do so.

“And just how many people have you fucked, you bad girl?” You already knew the answer to that, from the look in your eyes.

“Mickey has a lot of friends, daddy.” It was all I was going to say if I could help it.

“And from that answer can I assume you have fucked all of them?” You do know.

“Well, almost all, daddy.” I nodded, still standing with my skirt hiked up… you hadn’t told me to let my skirt down and I knew you too well.

“So my little girl is a slut, a whore even.” You had a funny little smile on your face like it was good news. “Has anyone called you those names before, little girl?” Now you were really smiling.

“Some of them have… well, most of them I suppose, daddy… They like to, and I don’t mind.”

“Just those names, or others too?” you asked. Again it was obvious that you already knew, so I didn’t know why you were asking, but I knew that if I asked why you would be cross with me and give me a spanking, so I didn’t.

“Well, they say bitch, or bitch on heat, or cunt, or cock sucker – mainly those, daddy.” Well, you’d asked, and it wasn’t my fault I was not supposed to use such language.

“And do you know what those words mean?”

“Yes daddy,” I said, and explained to you what each of those words meant.

“I see. Have you ever sucked a cock?”

“Yes daddy, some, but they mostly want my other hole.” That is the way I have always said cunt.

“Today, when and where exactly did you get to fuck Michael Stanford, and was he the only one you fucked today?

“Mickey was the 5th person daddy, at lunch time. The other times were on my way to college, and at recess, and at lunch before Mickey,” I said truthfully.

“And when did you lose your panties” You knew the answer to that too. “Mickey took them, daddy, but I wasn’t wearing them after the first time I fucked someone. Mickey just asked for them, and as they were in my pocket I took them out and gave them to him.”

“Well, Mrs. Stanford found those panties and got the whole sordid story from Michael. She didn’t sound very pleased with Michael, yalova escort or with you, little girl. Anyway, Mrs. Stanford has decided to allow me to decide both yours and Michael’s punishment. You will be punished tonight, and also perhaps when I punish Michael. These will, of course, not be your only punishment days. Little girl, you do understand me, don’t you?”

“Yes daddy.” Oh boy did I understand! You were going to make me pay for this for a very long time, the rest of my life if you had your way… and you usually did.

“Well, girl, you had better get out of those clothes, then bend over the desk. I’m going to spank you, and not a sound from you while I do or it will get worse. Understood?”

“Understood, daddy.” I was already getting my clothes off as you spoke, since this was your favourite punishment.

I bent over the desk, my hands above my head, knowing that was where you wanted them, and wanted them to stay while you spanked my bum. I kept my mouth shut, muffling my cries of pain in my arms as you spanked me, hard, several dozen times, then stayed there because you ordered me to, though I didn’t know why.

Soon you ordered me to spread my legs as wide as I could, spreading them wider with your own hands when it was not done to your satisfaction. I felt your fingers in my other hole, like I was a man, and you whispered in my ear how you would be doing this every night for a long time, and that I had better begin enjoying it.

You then added more fingers and told me you were going to fistfuck your little cock-sucking whore. I didn’t know what you meant until your hand was all the way inside and it was hurting, and I was asking, begging, you to take it out, take it out. But you just laughed, and said if it hurts, then good, that was part of the punishment. You continued to fistfuck my little hole and soon it didn’t hurt as much as it had, and I missed the hurting for some reason I couldn’t understand.

I began to get the same feelings that I got when I was all excited – what Mickey had called cumming or something, and I was cumming buckets. You smiled, and fistfucked me more and more, and I came more and more, and you knew I was cumming and you were enjoying it. “You like this, little girl, don’t you?” you said, your hand still deep inside me. “Yes, daddy, I like it very much.” I knew I had to tell you the truth or you would spank me and hurt yozgat escort me some more, and I didn’t really want that just then.

“Well, little girl, every day in future that you fuck your Mickey, or any of his friends, I will be fistfucking you. Do you understand?” you asked, as I came again and again.

“Yes, daddy.”

“And every evening you will show me that you are still wearing the panties you were wearing that morning. I will be checking you every morning before you go off to college… you understand?”

“Yes daddy, I understand.” And I did, and almost wished I didn’t.

“Has anyone fucked you in your bum hole?”

“Um, no daddy. Why would they? Things only go out of my bum hole.”

“No, little girl. Things, especially men, can also go into your bum hole – and it appears that I will be the first.”

“Um, when, daddy?” I gulped, fearing the worst.

‘Now reach back with your hands and spread those pretty little cheeks of yours… wider.” I knew I’d have to obey you or you would get angrier and hurt me more, and I didn’t want that.

“Wider, little girl.” You undid your belt and I could hear your zip undoing, then the sound of something falling – your trousers. “That’s it little girl. Now tell me what you think will happen if you scream.”

“You will spank me and punish me something awful,” I replied, and felt something pressing against my bum hole… It hurt terribly, but I remembered in time not to scream, and then, just like the hurt with your fist inside me, the new hurt turned to nice, and I wanted more.

“What did you just say, little girl?”

Heck, did I say that out loud? “Um, I said I want more…”

“More what, little girl?” you ask, continuing to fuck me in the arse.

“Um, um.” I didn’t know what to say.

“How do you like this, little girl?” you said, starting to spank my arse hard, and not waiting for any answer. “You like the pain, don’t you, little girl?”

“Yes daddy, oh yes daddy.” I couldn’t understand it, how anyone could like pain, hurting pain too?

“Yes, I guessed you were a pain slut from what Mrs. Stanford said.”

Huh? You knew? That must be why you fisted me and then fucked my arse. It was the only explanation, and I had a lot to come to grips with. This was strange; I wanted the pain and I didn’t. I couldn’t explain it to anyone then – not even myself.

“Well, little girl, you are in luck. It just so happens I love giving little girls pain, and watching them love it and beg me for more.” You then said something that surprised me. “You are just like your mama, little girl. I was hoping you would be.”

Mama likes pain too? Wow, I couldn’t get my mind past that as you continued to spank me and fuck my arse, hurting me as I moaned for more, and more.

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