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Part 01

“Fuck, oh yeah, keep fucking me, you really are the best man!”

In the back of the limo, Jenny Wiston, the just-married bride, was spread out, wedding dress, panties and bra draped over the front seat, while between her legs, Tom Polson, the husband’s cousin, and best man, was ramming his prick into her.

Jenny had noticed the prominent bulge he sported, and she felt the exciting tingle between her thighs. She felt daring and reckless, and she wanted to get a pre-wedding night fuck, the fact that she was newly married, added to the sense of forbidden heat.

A few minutes after the dancing and drinking started, she had excused herself, ostensibly to freshen up in the bridal dressing room, and given the eye to Tom. He correctly guessed the meaning, and as she slipped out the back door, he followed.

The limo drive accepted the 50-dollar bill in exchange for his silence, and he sauntered in to get a drink and a bite to eat.

When they were in place, the bride removed her dress, and his breath caught. Holy fuck, she had the sexiest pelvis he’d ever seen. White stockings with white lacy tops, matching snow-white lacy bra, snow-white garter belt with six suspenders, and white bows at the top of the suspenders, where they were attached to the belt, and snow-white lacy matching bridal garter. He saw that her panties had been slipped on just over her garter belt. She pulled her bra off, and Tom saw her big dairies, a perfect set of 36D’s, filling his vision.

“Slip my panties off, then give me that big cock! I want you completely naked, so I can feel your hot body against mine!”

He quickly did so, oh fuck, her pussy was a work of art, waxed totally bald, not even one strand of hair left. God, he had a massive yen for the fully bald look, and clothes were quickly draped over the front seat along with hers. He was about to fuck his cousin’s bride, the incest-laden idea had him as stiff as iron.

Jenny saw his erection as the light from the full moon shone through the window, 9, 10 inches? It was a whopper, and she was about to get stuffed with the biggest dick she’d ever encountered.

Tom saw her look, and he said, “Nine and a half inches baby, you ready for it?”

“Fuck, I’m so ready, give it to me, I want it all!”

He was kneeling on the floor of the back seat, and he pulled her hips to the edge of the back seat. Perfect, his dick was level with her opening, she spread her legs as wide as she could, and he saw the hungry look of lust on her face. Keeping her hands gripping her hips, he placed the cockhead against her, she was so wet and ready, he felt the hot wet juices on his cock head. He let the pouring cream coat his swollen head, rubbing against her opening, making her mewl with need.

She cried out, “Stop teasing and FUCK ME!”

Tom grinned, he loved it when they begged for it, her hips lifted up and the tip of his cock pushed against her pussy. With a low moan, she humped towards him as he pushed forward, holding her tightly as he drove in, eager to split her open.

Jenny let out a shriek, holy fuck, so big, she was seeing stars as her pussy was spread wide, deeper and deeper, then one last hard thrust, and she let out another shriek as she was totally filled, his cock pressed hard against her cervix as his rus escort balls smacked against her ass.

Tom let out a loud growl, his rock hardness was buried in the hot, wet snug pocket. The tight wet clutching heat was so fucking good. He knew from her new hubby that she was no virgin, but she had plenty of tightness deep, and that was the honor his cock was getting. Mmmmm, that deep tightness felt so good, her pussy walls massaged it and her juices splashed the entire shaft, her warm wet muscles milked eagerly at his cock. Tom’s large dick began to pound her pussy, long, deep, and hard.

It was a fuck Jenny always dreamed about. She wrapped her legs around his waist, so he could stuff her to the max.

Tom felt her stocking-covered legs and he drove in and out, testing the liquid depths of the bride’s cunt.

“I am so stuffed, I fucking love it, ream me out, made my cunt sizzle with another man’s cum!”

Tom grunted, “Oh yeah baby, fuck, your hot cunt is so wet and so tight, you’re gonna suck every drop out of my hard prick!”

They moved in unison, each thrust deep and intense. Her gasps urged him on, and Tom started to fuck her faster, he could feel the muscles of her pussy gripping his shaft as he plunged between her tight lips. Tom could feel the cum starting to boil, again and again, he thrust into her tight pussy.

Jenny grunted as he was pressing insistently against her cervix on each stroke, he’s gonna do it, he’s gonna spunk my womb, ran through her mind, and that make her race towards orgasm.

“Oh fuck, yeah, fuck, gonna cum, oh fuck yeah, spunk my womb, I’m cumming, oh my god!”

Jenny’s loud howl of pleasure filled the limo as her body went tense and rigid, letting out gasps of pleasure, then she started to shake, and Tom felt the pulsing as her cunt started to spasm, the silky walls giving him the ultimate milking grip, the juices of her release gushing over his prick.

“Oh fuck yeah, gonna fill you, baby, gonna flood your hot cunt with my hot spunk, oh yeah, cumming baby, cumming, YEAH!”

Jenny grunted, “Yes, oh yes, fill me, flood me now!”

Tom went roaring over the edge, one last hard thrust as his cock swelled with a massive urgency, the head of his cock thumped tightly against her cervix, she felt herself being parted, grunting as his cock forced its way into the entrance to her very womb. Tom let out a roar as he burst inside of her, his throbbing cock squirted wildly, and his hot seed pumped directly into her womb. Knowing that he was hosing down her womb with his load, his cock ejaculated over and over, flooding her deepest inner sanctum.

Jenny felt the rush of wetness being pumped into her womb, a hot flood of spunk painting her baby chamber, the wanton knowledge of Tom getting it that deep, and not her husband, shoved her into another orgasm, her pussy spasming, her tight grip milking Tom’s cock for every drop, her body shivering with multiple climaxes.

They rested for a short time, Tom pulled out, quickly got dressed, and said, “I’d better get back to the festivities. Thanks for the ride, baby, you are the hottest fuck I’ve ever had!”

*****

Jenny got redressed and texted her Maid of Honor to meet her in their dressing room. She needed her help, and she had a feeling that Melanie would like what she had in mind.

Jenny was able to make her way to the dressing room unobserved, and she was there first. As she waited, her mind reflected on what had just occurred.

Her husband, Richard Sanders was very wealthy. Let’s face it, she wanted to be kept in a more than comfortable lifestyle. After the first few attempts at lovemaking, if you could call it that, she learned to fake it, his 5 and a half-inch little wiener, she could barely feel it. She made the tough choice to opt for a wealthy life.

It seemed that her masturbation was keeping it at bay, giving up the languid sessions of lovemaking with Melanie had been a really hard choice. It had been three months since Melanie had been in her bed, and she was climbing the walls. Masturbation could only go so far, and she was seething with lust inside.

During the wedding and reception, when she saw Tom’s bulge, she knew she to get that, no matter the risk.

There was a knock at the door, and Melanie asked, “Jenny?”

“Come in.”

Melanie looked gorgeous, she felt the hard pang of missing her again, and she said, “I need your help, Mel.”

“Anything you want sweetie.”

In answer, Jenny took off her dress and tossed it onto the couch. She was standing a few feet away from Melanie, and she saw her eyes devouring her form, remembering when they were lovers.

“Come over here.”

Melanie was soon face to face with her, and Jenny said, “I just fucked the best man.”

Melanie gasped, she was stunned, she didn’t know what to say.

Jenny said, “His cock was so big, god, nine and a half inches really packed my cunt perfectly.”

Like a damn had broken, she poured out the story of her new husband, how rich he was, and after the few attempts at lovemaking, if you could call it that, she had learned to fake it, his 5 and a half-inch little wiener, she could barely feel it. She had made the tough choice to opt for a wealthy life.

“I thought masturbation would keep it at bay, but when I saw the big bulge in Tom’s trousers, I couldn’t resist it. It had been so long since I’ve gotten sexual satisfaction.”

Her voice was husky, choked with emotion, her eyes filled with tears as she said, “Giving up the languid sessions of lovemaking we shared was the hardest choice. It’s been three months since we last made love, and I miss you so much.”

Melanie couldn’t speak, there was a lump in her throat, and her eyes were tear-filled also. Not having Jenny’s soft, warm body to hold to hers, was like physical pain.

Jenny said, “So, I am flooded with Tom’s spunk, and with my hubby no doubt wanting his due, I don’t want him feeling that he’s getting sloppy seconds. I want you to suck the best man’s load out of my cunt. If you do so, you can have me anytime you want. I can’t take not having you in my life as my lover.”

Melanie smiled, and she quickly stripped down, cooing, “Enjoy the view while I clean up that big load.”

Melanie took to her knees, and slowly peeled the panties down.

Melanie cooed, “Oh yeah, the best man did indeed leave you a present, as your Maid of Honor, I will be happy to clean that up for you.”

She moved her face in, the smell of mingled sexual ukraynalı escort passion filled her nostrils, she saw the huge creampie forming, and her let her tongue lead the way, She caught it just as it was about to start dripping, her mouth followed, and sealing her upper lips around the bride’s lower lips, her tongue parted her seam, and a huge rush of cum filled her mouth.

Jenny cooed with pleasure, mmmm, seeing Melanie naked and on her knees, ready to give her the best lick job she’d ever had, powered her up. Never again would she toss Melanie aside, as she felt her lover’s mouth settling into its well-known spot, she flexed her inner muscles, and another rush of spunk poured into her lover’s accommodating mouth.

Melanie was in orbit, god, Tom’s cock had really flooded Jenny’s sweet cunt, and she mouthed the copious rush, tasting and swallowing the combined juices of their passion, licking and sucking, wanting to get every drop. When the rush tailed off, she went into a serious lick mood, eager to make Jenny cum all over her face.

Jenny was purring and moaning, god, Melanie how to lick her as no other lover had ever been able to come close to. She could feel the lust climbing, as Melanie nudged her clit out from its hooded canopy, and set to stimulating that orgasm button. She knew what Jenny liked, and it was time to give her the full-on lick job.

Melanie got up and ordered Jenny to take to her hands and knees on the carpet. Jenny was shaking with excitement and she grabbed her ass cheeks, pulling them apart, she knew where her lover’s mouth was headed next.

Melanie saw her tight pink starfish, it looked so fresh and clean. It gleamed, as pink and pearly as her drenched pussy, it had been waxed as bare and smooth as her taint and her pussy. The thought that it was waxed just for her teased her mind.

Jenny moaned, deep and low as she felt Melanie’s tongue lightly teasing around the rim, planting soft little butterfly kisses, driving Jenny wild.

“Lick my tight little asshole, lick me all over, and I’ll do anything you want, anything!”

“Does that mean you are my little cunt whore now?”

“Yes, yes, I’m your little eager fuck doll, make me cum, and I’ll be yours always!”

Melanie smiled, right where she wanted her to be, and her mouth ate Jenny’s ass exquisitely. No other lover had even fingered her ass, let alone lick it, and Jenny realized how much she missed that amazing rush of sensation.

It was time as Melanie slid her mouth down the taint, she poised a finger against her ass, and powered in. Two fingers were then jammed up her cunt, and Melanie surrounded Jenny’s stiff clit.

Jenny was racing upwards when she felt Melanie’s mouth around her clit, she felt the hard sucking, then two fingers up her cunt started to polish her G spot, and that did it, she felt her body tumbling over that edge. Jenny felt her body freeze for just a moment, then the full force slammed into her. Her cunt exploded with a wash of juices, and the hard wrenching spasm that took her cunt, one long, wrenching spasm that was so intense it was almost an assault.

Melanie eagerly took the rush of juices full-on, she adored making Jenny explode all over her face. Melanie could hear animalistic groans and growls as her lover kept cumming, the first long spasm followed by several more of almost equal intensity.

When the intensity started to fade, and finally let up, Jenny collapsed on the bed. She was completely worn out, all the bottled-up sexual tensions completely drained away.

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This first part is an introduction to how it came to be that I was to meet with a woman who was to turn my life around completely in I way I could never have imagined. Not only to to wake up the lesbian feelings lurking inside me, but to turns of events that would take me on a journey into the taboo world of sexuality. So ladies please bear with me:

I left my home town when I was 19 to move to the big city where an attractive girl like me could do better, or at least that’s what I thought. For the first eighteen months or so wasn’t so good as the only job I could find, (with no real skills) was as a waitress in a Fish and Chip Shop. It was long hours, with low pay. I also frequented pubs and a dance hall where the lower elements of society went.

After a bad experience I moved to a better part of the city, and found another dance hall where I met a better class of men. I had started to improve my image for lack of a better way of describing it became less of a slut in my appearance. I did this by mostly observing what other women wore and dressing like they did. I found I attracted a better class of men, men with good jobs so they could afford to take me to nicer restaurants for dinner, concerts etc. as well as better ‘lounges’ rather than crummy pubs.

I was pleased with the changes I was experiencing, and realized I could mix with the best of company. I found a nice job in a better class restaurant, and was soon made a ‘Section Leader’. The hours were weird, and most days had two hours off between 2 and 4 PM. (After the lunch period which usually started getting quiet around 1:30 PM, then I would go back on shift at 4 for the supper crowd. Of course there was always more of us on duty during the busy periods of 6 -9 AM for breakfast, and 11 – 2 PM for lunch and 4 – 8 PM for supper and dinner. Our shifts were rotational, so each week I’d work a different shift from the week before.

I’m not certain when she first came in for lunch, I know it was around the end of May or the beginning of June, and usually she would came in later, like around 1:00 to 1:30 when it was quieter, and I’d wait on her table. Right away I noticed her eyes and smile, particularly the eyes which to me looked like ‘bedroom eyes’.

She came in each day and soon we would get chatting as we got to know each other, the way people do when they see each other each day like that. She would take a table in my section and would greet me with a lovely smile and a, “hello, how are you” sort of greeting, and always extremely polite. Right from the first time I waited on her she would leave me a generous tip, so of course I was always happy to serve her.

She had a foreign accent, one I couldn’t place, and one day when it started raining cats and dogs, and I mean pouring, she decided to wait till the rain stopped or at least eased up. My shift ended at 2 PM, and for the same reason decided to just wait around as I had to be back at work for 4. I got myself a cup of tea and sat behind the counter, there was only a handful of people in the restaurant waiting for the rain to clear up as well. Catherine, her name as I’d found out, held up her tea pot as a signal for more tea and although my shift was over, the waitress on duty was in the kitchen so I went over and got the pot and refilled it. She commented on the downpour and I mentioned I was just going to wait too, so she invited me to join her, so getting my cup I returned and we sat and chatted.

Catherine I guessed to be around 40, she was a plump woman, with what I would call an ‘Ample’ or ‘Rubenesque’ build, I say that as her figure was in proportion. Although she was dressed a little old fashioned, her clothes were of very good quality, as was her necklaces with matching earrings. She also wore those old fashioned ankle boots with high heels like the Victorians wore, which I thought was typical of the ‘colonials.’

Over the next few weeks I would see her quite often and started to look forward to it, and she seemed to make a point of coming in and sitting in my section, so when I would not be so busy, as I was to learn later, it was deliberate so she could chat with me.

She told me she had just arrived from Rhodesia, (Now Zimbabwe) where she had been brought up, the reason I’ll tell you about later, and we had a nice conversation. She had a pretty face and an extremely pleasant voice and beautiful hazel eyes that seemed to sparkle as she spoke. I don’t remember much about what we talked about other then she told me about Rhodesia, one thing I do remember, is for some reason she talked about the difference in the countryside, as every thing was so much greener here than in South Africa.

One day she didn’t show up, all that week I never saw her and was disappointed and it made me realize how much I’d looked forward to seeing her each day.

Then she came in for dinner on the Saturday evening. (I had told her my schedule during our previous chats). I was delighted to see her again şişli escort and think it showed in my enthusiasm, but we were very busy so after taking her order I had to see to others. She obviously saw I was busy, and took her time over her meal and patiently waited till it quieted. She apologized for being away explaining she had to go visit family for some reason and said she missed our, ‘lunch time chats.’ My shift was ending at 8 PM and she invited me for a drink after I was off duty, and I accepted.

I had been dating an older man for about 6 months but that was winding down as he was starting to get too demanding. We had met at a dance and started dating. At first he was very generous keeping me in cigarettes, nylons and lingerie as well as taking me out to nicer pubs and restaurants for lunch or dinner. I in return would take good care of his sexual needs spending nights with him as he had his own Flat. He enjoyed some kinky play too that I was happy to indulge in with him, but that’s a story for another time. As I said by the time I met Catherine he was getting too demanding, feeling he had bought me, a big mistake for him.

Saturdays after my shift ended, whether it was at 6 or 8 PM, I would go to meet him at a pub, then we would go dancing followed by my spending the night with him.

The pubs closed about 10 PM in those days so when she invited me to join her for a drink it didn’t bother me that I would ‘stand him up.’ We enjoyed a few drinks that she insisted on paying for, and when we went to leave she told me she had a car and offered to drive me home. I was quick to accept and she drove me home where before I got out of her car, she asked me if I’d like to go with a drive with her the next day, to which I agreed.

Once I went inside I couldn’t put her out of my mind, trying to figure her out. She was obviously rich or at least well off as not too many ordinary people could afford a car in the U.K. in those days. Why me? We got along just fine, I admit the first attraction was her generous tips after a meal, but now this felt different for some reason. She was more than twice my age, perhaps she was just lonely just having arrived from Africa I don’t know. Now here was what I thought by now was a wealthy woman making friends with me.

Now I was invited to go for a drive with her, I had been quick to accept and I think it showed, or again that might have been my imagination. Now here I was, heart pounding, butterflies in my stomach I don’t remember exactly, perhaps it was some kind of instinct I don’t know, just I was looking forward to seeing her again.

She picked me up around noon, I remember being impressed with her car and I got in and off we went. It was a lovely summer that year and that Sunday was no exception, warm and sunny as she took me into the hills where we stopped and had a lunch at a country pub, then took a leisurely scenic route back into the city. When she went to drop me off at my Tenement building, she reached over and gave my hand a squeeze smiling at me and said something like, ” thank you you’ve made my day” or words to that effect. Her eyes seemed to be alive and her touch was electric, my heart pounded I’m sure as I hurried away after a quick, “thank you, I enjoyed it very much too” or something like that and hurried into the building.

I got to my room and looked out the window in time to see her car disappearing down the road and I had a funny feeling I would be seeing her for a long time to come. She was in my thoughts constantly by this time, and my masturbation’s were beautiful, strong and powerful as she was all I could think of. The following week one day after her lunch we chatted as usual, and she asked me if I’d like to go to the pictures with her. I had no reason not to, so I said sure and she asked me what would be a good time. I suggested the following Saturday evening as I was off work at 6 PM that day.

It was arranged that she would pick me up around 8 PM and we would go to the ‘second house’, that would give me time to go home and freshen up for our ‘date’.

I thought about our relationship, there was something not right about it. She was attractive, albeit a little over weight but never talked about a husband or boyfriends, and why this attachment to me? I thought about when we were together, she had never said or indicated anything to make me think this was nothing more than just a friendship, yet my instincts were telling me this wasn’t right. Without realizing it my instincts were telling me she was queer, yet I didn’t find the thought to be distasteful. In the more than two years here I felt I’d had more pricks in me than a pin cushion.

I wondered what it would be like trying to have sex with another female, nah can’t happen to me, women just don’t have the right equipment to please me, still the thought did cross my mind. She was just a lonely old female hungry for friendship with a pretty girl like taksim escort me. If my relationship with Robert wasn’t falling apart this most likely would never have happened. I guess I was lonely too for decent companionship. Like I said, she was always so polite and courteous, it was nice that one of the upper classes was treating me like a lady, she made me feel good about myself.

Now I was to go on a date that would transform me for the rest of my life!

It is difficult to try to recall how I felt about Catherine, sometimes I would feel ashamed of my feelings, after all she was more than twice my age, yet I guess I looked forward to seeing her for some reason. I had began to enjoy her company and our times together as well as liking her for her generous tips when I waited on her, and now we had this date for the pictures and I was beginning to believe she was queer.

I just had to let the cards fall where they may, thank goodness my shift ended at 4 PM that day so I could hurry home to freshen up and change as Catherine was to pick me up to go to the ‘second house’ at the theater. She’d been nice and friendly and perhaps she was just lonely and wanted a friend. I felt the anger mounting inside me thinking about it and finally said to myself something like, “fuck it” only one way to find out.

After a quick bath I put on a nice black ensemble with black nylons, a navy blouse and pleated skirt. (I favored pleated skirts for the freedom they gave me for shagging and often felt very sexy in them). Brushed my hair and did my make-up then got my coat and waited by the window looking out for her car, then when she arrived I went down stairs to meet her. She looked old fashioned in a print frock, black linen stockings and wearing a pair of her laced up ‘granny boots’, that seemed to be right out of a Victorian catalogue.

Still it seemed to suit her being a bit old fashioned with her dress she was wearing, and smelled nice with a lovely perfume. We made small talk on the way to the theater and once there had a bit of a wait for the first house to empty. Fortunately it was not too crowded, and we sat close to the back as there was lots of room with nobody immediately beside us.

We took our coats off and placed them over our knees and settled down to watch the picture, and in the dim flickering light from the projector that seemed to be over our heads I could see her eyes shining as she often looked at me. She placed a hand under our coats and moved it over to take hold of mine and give it a friendly squeeze. I squeezed hers in return and we sat there holding hands, and after a while felt her press her knee against mine.

I glanced at her pressing my knee against hers in return and saw her smile as a result, quietly slowly she moved her shoulder close to mine, and brought her other hand over and laid it on my forearm, and started gently to rub it up and down. Out of the corner of my eyes I verified there was no one sitting close enough to see what was going on, and actually enjoyed her holding my hand.

With time she uncurled her fingers from mine and placed her hand palm down on my thigh and start to caress it. It was just small curling motions with her fingers at first, then progressed to caressing the inside of my thigh through my skirt. I wasn’t sure what to do and just let her continue as I was enjoying it, then she got bolder running her finger tips up and down my thigh. Still conscious of what she was doing, periodically I’d glance around to see if anyone was paying any particular attention to us, but they just seemed to be engrossed in the picture.

I admit it made me excited and was happy when I felt her slip her hand under my skirt to not only continue, but to fondle my pussy through my knickers. I pushed my knees as far apart as I could to enjoyed her rubbing me through my knickers. I’d like to tell you I had an orgasm but I didn’t, still I loved her feeling me like that.

I felt I should return the touching and placed my hand on her thigh too, I felt a bump under her dress where her stocking top was turned over her garter, and she placed her hand over mine to pull it up closer to her crotch. I didn’t really resist although I’d never done anything like this before with a woman, I’d often played with a mans cock in a theater as he’d give me a feel under coats over our laps before, but never with another female.

We didn’t wait for the picture to end as at one point when we made eye contact I gave a very slight movement with my head to indicate did she want to go, at which just as subtly she gave a slight nod and released my hand and we gathered up our coats and left the theater. We held hands on the way to her car, I didn’t care who would see us, not that there was anybody out that mattered, and she unlocked the passenger door first to let me in, then moved round and got in the car herself.

It was starting to get dark and in the dim light she sat beşiktaş escort there for a minute looking at me, I could see her face smiling at me and nothing was said. It just seemed natural as she leaned towards me and kissed me on my mouth, lightly at first, then with more force as her kisses got more ardent. We stopped kissing and with our cheeks together still holding each other tight she whispered “I love you and want you”.

I gave her a little tighter squeeze to indicate my acceptance and a further deep kiss and hardly able to speak I whispered, “your house”. My body was ready, I was almost creaming in my knickers right there, with all the men I’d been with I’d never felt like this, it was as if deep inside me I knew this is what I needed, so in a way it was a relief when we broke apart and she started the engine and we got going.

We got to her house where once inside she hung up our coats and invited me to take a seat. The house was cool and she stoked up the fire then went into the bedroom and lit a gas fire to warm up the room, then put the kettle on for tea before joining me on the sofa. Now I’m not going to tell you I remember what she said to me that night or over the weekend, so what I’m telling you now is what I think she might have said to me. When she joined me she got on her knees on the sofa and clasped my hand and kissed it smiling looking into my eyes told me again how she had fallen in love with me, and said she was aching to please me any way she could.

I just sat there enjoying her closeness, the slight whiff of perfume and the warmth and softness of her hands was intoxicating to me that night. We kissed again, and when she started to undo the buttons of my blouse I just let her, so she removed it followed by my bra. I admit to being a little nervous as I let her undress me, she took a moment to run her hands over my upper body as she kissed me.

It was amazing, her touch was so titillating the way she just used her fingertips to lightly caress my skin, hardly using any pressure at all. Down and around my tits, not touching my nipples yet circling them ever so close, it was so different from anything I’d experienced with a man. Moaning from the pleasure she was inducing in me, she at last touched my nipples, they were rock hard as she just raked her fingertips over them before taking them in her fingers to squeeze them gently.

Reaching up to hold her by her head I brought her face down in a silent invitation to suck my tits, she teased them with her tongue at first, then nipped them with her teeth before settling down to suckle them. My climax hit with such a force I cried out and held her tight for a moment as the waves of pleasure surged through my body. Just playing with my tits like that was enough to give me the most fantastic orgasm, something I’d never experienced in my life before.

We were disturbed by the kettle boiling away and she got off me to go see to it and all I said was, “turn it off” and she did just that then led me to her bedroom. There she unzipped my skirt and removed it placing it on a chair, then giving me a smile as if seeking permission, got down on her knees and pulled my knickers dawn and I placed a hand on her head to balance myself, lifting one foot at a timer to let her remove them. She undid my garters and took off my stockings and I undid the garter belt and placed it on a chair as she sat back on her heels to look up at me.

She sat there smiling up at me, It was an awkward moment, the silence broken only by the hissing of the gas fire till I held out my hand and helped her to her feet. I was extremely excited by this time, silly I know but was unsure about how to proceed, a man would have been all over me by this time but she was patient knowing we had all night to make love.

I sat on the bed and watched her undress, removing her dress followed by her chemise and bra, it caught my breath for a moment as she was quite well endowed, then removed her drawers before struggling out of her girdle she stood before me in just her stockings and ankle boots. She hesitated a moment seeming nervous as she took a step towards me and I automatically swung my legs up onto the bed in a silent invitation to join me.

By now my body was on fire, watching her undress exposing her ample body to me for the first time fascinated me. Climbing up beside me I grabbed her hair forcing myself on her as I kissed her deeply, tonguing her mouth and sucking her tongue in return. I was rougher with her than she had been with me yet she didn’t complain, I gripped her tits sucking and biting them hearing her cries of pleasure egging me on to rape her. I put a hand down between her legs to feel her pussy, she opened her legs wide to let me explore it she was so wet my fingers slipped into it easy.

Unable to hold back any longer I climbed on top of her and pressed my pussy up against hers, clit to clit and started to fuck her like a man would. Our first orgasms didn’t take long to explode over us, I gripped her by her hair hard and kept humping her, really banging her and felt her place her heels on the bed to raise her arse to meet my thrusts. Orgasm after orgasm poured out of both of us, her cries driving me to new heights I’d never experienced with any man.

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I saw her dancing, a ceremonial dance of her ancestral African culture. Her costume, bright, and revealing as she dances barefoot. A colourful bead necklace sits firm around her neck, large coloured plumes fastened around her wrists and ankles.

Fixated by her thighs and legs, she lifts them effortlessly in beat with the drums. I’m mesmerised by her flat stomach, her forever lasting grin. She’s like an angel sent from heaven.

I shift uncomfortably in my seat as we watch the show, my friends and I. Some clap to the rhythm of the goat skin drums, others tap their feet, me, I’m aghast. I’m in shock, I’m in love.

Nervously, I return the smile of the friends who catch my eye. I try not to look at the dancing girl as my cheeks burn red. I avoid her gaze as she grins into the small crowd gathered to watch her.

I shift in my seat, and pull my skirt down my thighs. I cross my legs, forcing them together to stop the fire from burning, soaking my knickers. Grabbing my gin and tonic, I gulp at it, hoping to cool down.

I look back at her, bursa escort passionately dancing, glimpsing her black panties. Her brown skin shimmers and shines under the bright club lights. Her nails are long and dark red, her hands grab toward us and fling back to her sides. She looks right at me, her eyes wide and fixed, her smile broadens.

Imagining myself with her. I wonder what it’d be like being held by her, her stroking my hair, and kissing me. I imagine us together, in bed, my head on her chest. My fingers sliding up the smooth skin of her thighs, pressing at her firm stomach. Our kisses they’d be quick but meaningful, growing into more emotional signals of lust.

Her grip on me tightens, her fingers clamp into my flesh as I climb atop of her and kiss her neck.

My imagination runs amok, and I eventuality come too by the sounds of applause and I slowly join in as my friends and I commend the dance and the dancer.

The night draws on and I help a drunken friend to her Uber.

“Text me when you get home.”

I bursa escort bayan open the car door and help her in.

“I love you, so much. You’re my forever friend.”

“Yeah, yeah you piss head. Get home to sleep.” I wait for her to lift her leg in, close the door and see her off.

I turn to go back to the bar, and I see her, the dancer. She’s in jeans and tight vest top, looking taller in her high heeled boots. Her hair is up and tied back, She looks gorgeous.

She’s on her phone and I can’t make out what she’s saying. She turns and looks at me, before hanging up.

“Hi.”

“Hello.”

Her face round, her lips full. I think about walking on.

“Was that African, you were speaking?”

She laughs. “What’s African?”

“I’m sorry, I thought you were African, or speaking African?”

Giggling she shakes her head. “I’m from Croydon, love.”

“Oh!”

“African!” She shakes her head.

“What were you talking, I didn’t recognise it.”

“Swahili, I was talking görükle escort bayan Swahili. Do you know where that’s from?”

I shrug, “South Africa?”

She laughs. “My grandparents were Masai. My parents moved to London in the eighties. I was born in Croydon.”

“You think I’m racist?”

“Are you?”

“No, at least not deliberately.”

“Right!” She puts her phone in her pocket and heads to the door.

“I saw you, smiling at me.”

“Oh, smiling at you, when?” confusion spreads across her face.

“When you were dancing, you smiled at me.”

“I couldn’t see, the lights were too bright. I’m sorry.” She takes a couple more steps to the door.

“Are you staying for long, can I buy you a drink?”

She pulls on the door and smiles. “A drink with a racist?”

My stomach flutters, somersaults, and my heart stops.

“I’m joking, I’d like that.”

Elation flows through me as I follow her to the bar and order our drinks. We sit on stools at the bar talking. She’s amazing.

Her dark eyes twinkle in the light, her lips look soft and so kissable. I hang on her every word.

“I’ve not been with a girl before, definitely not a person like you.”

“Like, you?” She shrugs. “What, black?”

I laugh. “So beautiful, so intelligent.”

She smiles as she takes my hand, and leans in.

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Not sure about the Category choice, this part follows the wife’s affair.

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Paul was watching TV lying on the sofa. He jumped when he heard the house door was opened. He wasn’t expecting Linda until Sunday. He couldn’t be happier. His nightmare was over.

“Linda! Did you return?”

“Paul!” she sounded flurried “Where are you?”

He walked to the door to hug her “What happened? Why did you return that soon?” but he stopped seeing the tears in her almost red eyes.

“What’s going on?”

Linda thought about this moment since she got on the plane and no previous practice could prepare her for such a thing. Seeing the look on Paul’s face, she already knew she ruined everything.

“I…”

Paul understood that this was a disaster level situation. He knew that his life and their life was changed. He was curious and he would want to hear what was going on but his mind already started to build up all possibilities. He knew that she made that huge mistake.

“Please don’t tell me you…” he tried to calm down “tell me what’s going on.”

She looked at him then nodded.

He never saw her that vulnerable and helpless. She hardly walked to the living room and sat on the sofa. Paul was following her and he turned the TV off. He sat on the armchair because he wanted to see her face.

She couldn’t start talking. She was trying to start sentences but after first word she was starting to cry again.

“Did you cheat on me, Linda?” He had no patience.

“Yes.”

Paul’s face turned white, his eyes were squinted and teardrops were visible there. Linda started to cry loudly after seeing him like that.

“With him?”

“Y-yes.”

Paul felt his life power draining from his body. He even didn’t have the will to kick furniture or hit the walls. He just sat like that, looking at her. It was apparent that Linda was even more sad than he was. She was having trouble breathing but he didn’t have the energy to do something about it. He thought of telling her to calm down but he didn’t care about her at the moment. He always knew his life was too good to be true, marrying her was like a miracle and he was facing the consequences of that miracle at that moment.

“Say something, please.” Linda was still acting like she was his but it didn’t matter in such a situation.

Paul was staring at her, he wasn’t talking.

Linda’s guilt, sadness, fear all feelings were overcome by the panic of losing Paul when she saw that.

“Paul! Please talk to me!” she was shouting and crying at the same time.

“I can’t…” Paul stood up and walked to the door “Not now.”

Linda heard the closing sound of the main door and collapsed on the floor, crying on the carpet.

She couldn’t reach him for two days. His phone was off.

Paul was trying to think, to ignore his feelings in the hotel room. He was hoping that he would build enough anger to overcome sadness, he was waiting for that to happen. But it was getting worse.

Linda hated herself more every second. She wanted to disappear when she cried that night, at the hotel. She wanted to hurt herself after she returned and Paul left. She already accepted the fact that Paul was possibly going to leave him when he learned but living through this wasn’t bearable at the moment. She called every hour, sent tens of messages but he didn’t turn his phone on.

The night at the hotel was blurry to her, like a dream. She even forgot to tell him she didn’t sleep with him.

When she realized that, she panicked even more. Paul was somewhere, picturing her with Nick like that. Of course, she knew that she wasn’t going to stop Nick if he tried to go further but if the actions mattered, this was important. But both situations were unforgivable at similar levels, so, she didn’t care.

Nick, on the other hand, was detached from the people around him. In the next morning, the one after the elevator incident, he knew that Linda was going to spend the next day with some people and the whole day he was in an agitated state. He frequently needed to remind himself that Linda had to be thinking of him and his seductive manipulations were too advanced for her to resist.

She had to be struggling to stop herself from doing what he told her to do and she was going to lose that fight. She had to. He hoped to see her at the bar all dolled up, to offer herself to him.

Normally he would be living that moment in his head, finding ways to strengthen his hand such as acting cool, ignoring her a bit, touching her and then staying far. He would be making plans to make her show how she wanted him in front of all those people.

But he wasn’t. He was stuck, trying to get rid of his worries about that night. He had to be right, there was no need to worry. He practically dropped a napalm on her confidence and resistance. She had to be burning at that moment for him, so why was he worried that much?

Was it because she was stronger than any Hd Porno other woman he met before? Or, was she the most dignified woman? No, she wasn’t. She was flesh and blood, he was immune to her character or beauty and she was a member of the most vulnerable group to him.

It had been a piece of cake for him to get her to that point.

He wasn’t confessing that to himself but he knew the reason for his worries.

He wanted her. He wanted her too much. He wanted to fuck her, taste her and to start all over the next day. That night at the elevator hit him as well.

It was clear but not because he couldn’t help and came in his pants. It was because he forgot to enjoy her struggles or to observe how her will broke apart. He was observing her instead. Smelling her, looking at her, feeling her ass in his palm or against his cock. Hearing her.

Kissing her wasn’t enough and he did it again and again.

Yes, his final move was perfect, leaving her like that. But what if she misread that? He had her the way he wanted, what if he wasted that moment? Normally, he would have ended the night without talking. Leaving her like that. She would have felt ten times worse, confused and thinking that he had his way with her and didn’t want more. He acted different than he always did and that was making him nervous.

He hated to wait. He was impatient for the first time. His thoughts were changing, he was considering that she had to be his woman. Nobody else’s. He had to be careful, not to ruin her that much.

He waited there at night and when he realized she wasn’t going to shop up, he went to her room and knocked on the door. He called her and her phone was off. He went to the reception to learn that she checked out early in the morning.

At that point, he didn’t know what to think or do.

His Everest moved away while he was half way climbing her. And, he could have climbed to its climax if he wasn’t that arrogant.

He kept calling her all the time. Mostly her phone was off and a couple of times she rejected his call.

He knew that he was right about calling her his Everest, he was right that she was special and he was right to be worried.

Martin and Steve were aware that something was wrong as well. He didn’t tell them about the elevator thing because it was an embarrassment. They were going to think that he acted cocky beyond his worth. He could have told them he had his fun, rejected fucking her and he was letting her burn with desire for him or other bunch of crap; only if he wasn’t feeling a mess and showing it to everyone. Nobody would buy it.

Plus, it wasn’t his way to gloat on sexual stuff. He loved to humiliate women and stain their names only after making them act as his fuckables. Not like that, not the day after. And he even didn’t see her pussy! This thought was consuming his energy. She wanted him to fuck her and he…

Paul was in his office when Linda opened the door. She was timid, he was surprised. He forgot that he was angry at her for a moment. Then he remembered. But in that brief period, his heart jumped. He still loved her and this was his curse.

“Hi” Linda said with a soft voice.

He nodded pouting his lower lip. He was trying not to say something bad; he was already feeling as if he was sick and he didn’t want to add a burden to his conscience, hurting an already surrendered woman, whom he loved; his problems were enough.

“Will you come back?”

He showed a faint smile to her and kept silent.

“Can we talk?” Linda wasn’t expecting to win his heart back but she hoped that they could at least smooth the breakup or that she could remind him she was the same Linda that he loved, who screwed everything up at some point.

He had lots of questions but he wasn’t sure if he wanted to hear the answers.

“Do you really want to talk? I’m not being sarcastic; I really am not sure if I want to know more about this.”

“Paul…” She didn’t want to tell that disgraceful night but she would, if she had to. It wasn’t easy for her to talk about anything but she knew they needed to. She felt that she was about to cry, so she stood up and said “I don’t, I’m sorry” before she ran out.

He punched his own head, finding himself in the exact position he was trying to avoid. But that was too much to ask from a man who was betrayed in the most horrible way. He didn’t have to blame himself. But blaming her or hating her didn’t work. He tried that.

He couldn’t get rid of his feelings for her and she was still too valuable. He had no one in his life that he cared about, she had been the center of everything. He was aware that his undecisive thoughts were going to make everything worse. He had to leave her or suck it up and go back to her. She wasn’t going to wait forever. He felt that it was impossible to leave her, when he was in front of her. Seeing her made him want her back.

But he was sure that he would brutalize that bastard if he came across him, in spite of the voice Türkçe Altyazılı Porno in his head, which was telling him that it would make him feel worse. That was stupid, he was going to feel good, that was for sure. But it wasn’t going to change the fact that he managed to fuck his wife.

Linda visited Paul again, tried to make him talk. He wasn’t different much but he managed not to upset her. He didn’t want to see her leave like that again.

“Can we go to lunch or dinner? To spend some time together? I know it may backfire but maybe if you see me, you will understand that I’m the same person, I’m not that person who…” she felt that this was useless.

“Not yet, Linda. I’m not ready to talk, you will regret spending time with me when I’m feeling like that.”

“I know, I still want to. Maybe if you hurt me enough, you can feel different? It’s OK if you want to curse at me, if it’s going to help. I can stand, please…” she wanted to say “give me a chance” but he probably thought that she didn’t deserve one and he wasn’t going to trust her again.

“That would only make me feel worse, Linda. Give me some time.”

“OK” and she left.

Nick was trying to reach her every hour without success until they returned from the vacation. He was feeling a mental fatigue, this was turning into an obsession for him.

He didn’t know what was going on, what she was thinking and why he cared that much. But he got the taste of her and not having her started to give him tunnel vision. He wasn’t thinking anything but Linda. He was still dedicated to try for years for her but why? Why and how did she recover from that state of mind? Did she?

In fact, she didn’t, not exactly. She was in so much fear that she was focused on Paul only. And she didn’t want any thoughts to make her feel worse.

On Sunday, Paul was exhausted from his unproductive struggle to make a decision and he wasn’t thinking clearly. He was losing it. He was thinking things like “Finally it’s Sunday, he’s returning. Linda must be happy.” but such thoughts weren’t solving anything.

He knew he was envenoming his mind, piling up thoughts full of hatred, hoping that they would erase the sadness and his despair.

He hoped that somehow, he was going to see her differently and tell her his decision. But he was still feeling weak. Seeing her that sad was preventing him from hating her.

And the worst fact he was trying to ignore was there and it was keeping him from moving on. She was way above his league and he was going to live with that void for the rest of his life. He wasn’t going to be able to find such a woman.

That wasn’t love, that was a selfish search for the ‘least bad’. Not the right one. He knew the right ones. If her mistake was one that he never would forgive, he had to leave her, period. Otherwise, he had to have his fight with her or talk to her and decide.

Then he started to think about their short but unforgettable conversation. He started from the moment he saw her. That wasn’t normal. He wasn’t an expert on such a thing but it was awkward for a woman to cheat her husband and run to him to tell him like that. It was possible that she didn’t do it intentionally, she was sorry and she regretted doing that. It was also clear that she valued their marriage, her panic was genuine and she didn’t even make him ask twice while answering his questions.

This didn’t change anything as well. It wasn’t something he could forgive.

There was a lowlife guy, chasing her for years and she was complaining about him, showing her loathing about him all the time. She was looking down on the women who let themselves used by him.

She wasn’t even a sex driven woman, they never had wild sex in their life and Linda was the reason for that. He would love to have some stray moments, leaving their standard sex life time to time. She never let him do that. Linda let that son of the bitch ruin his dignity by letting him take his wife. No excuse or regret or apology could change that.

And, he was in a hotel room, feeling thinking about those, how that bastard had his way with his wife.

He hated to picture Linda with that man, fucking in a hotel room. He didn’t see him before but Linda’s face was in front of his face, as if he was watching her as she was complimenting that bastard when he was fucking her. Even this didn’t look realistic to him because he never saw her losing herself during sex.

But he was still lingering to find a way to stay with her. He felt pathetic but he didn’t care.

Fuck. He wanted to find him and reshape his face.

It was interesting that every time he thought something showing his weakness, he was telling himself that he was going to beat him. Reminding himself that he was stronger man than Nick. But Nick had his way with his wife, beating him up wasn’t going to change that.

Probably, Paul felt an extra hatred about him because Nick was the reason that he was struggling Brazzers in that ‘being a man’ test and failing. Linda was going to start questioning his manhood if he went on like that.

On Monday, it was another hard day for Linda. If she didn’t go to work, people were going to start asking questions. She could explain her early return, saying that she had personal matters. But she had to make a decision.

It looked like Paul was probably thinking of leaving her and she didn’t see a slight chance of him changing his mind.

If she left her ground unattended, Nick could ruin her career as well. He could try to do that or act careless about her reputation. That risk would still exist even if she was there but she could do something to manage that risk.

So, if she didn’t want to feel even worse, she had to act as she planned and hide her emotions.

She thought about this a lot after that incident and she had some action plans, depending on the course of events. She hoped she didn’t have to act on any of them.

On the other hand, Paul was answering her calls after her visits. It was hard for him to explain that but her presence in his life was important. He wasn’t able to make his decision yet and he started to think that he was feeling too insecure to do that.

Hearing her voice, talking to her was some kind of a life support for him. She was the reason for him to suffocate and she was the source of oxygen. He still was determined to leave her but he needed her support to go through this.

Linda was in her office when Nick barged in.

“Where have you been? Why aren’t you answering your phone?”

That sounded like her, talking to Paul in his office.

“I was busy, Nick. Was there something urgent?” Yes! She managed to act indifferent. She was hoping that Nick would be confused and that he stepped back.

But his reaction wasn’t as she expected. He couldn’t understand how she was acting as if what they experienced was a minor affair, without even blushing about.

“Linda, are you playing a game? Why did you leave early?” Of course, if that was a minor thing, she wouldn’t have left so abruptly. She left because this was a trauma for her psychology. She had to be hiding her feelings. She was trying to avoid the inevitable, giving herself to him.

He was going to break her again. She wasn’t going to escape; she was his already.

But she thought about this conversation many times, she had many answers.

“I kind of needed to back off, Nick. You were all over me and that made me feel like you were too carried away with that fling. I was planning to have a little escapade on the side but the words you told me made me think that this meant something else for you. Something with a deeper meaning.”

He felt this speech was full of logical bullshit in it but it matched the way he was feeling at that moment. Could he be feeling like that and was she telling him the truth? Could she have felt something even he wasn’t aware of?

“Bullshit! You were nothing near being cool about having a fling with me. You were terrified, you looked desperate for my attention. You wanted me, more than I wanted you!”

That wasn’t going to be easy. She felt cramps in her stomach after hearing those and that arousal was knocking on the door. She didn’t want to recall those sensations but they were still strong. She remembered that hot, compelling and arousing feeling of desperation. She still desired that feeling.

But he was talking in haste and seeing him that stressed showed her that she was on the right track. If she caved, that would be the end for her. She had to stay on top. She had to answer fast.

“Oh, Nick. So, you were thinking that I didn’t know anything about you? How and why you started to hit on me like crazy after I got married, exactly the same way you did to those other women?”

He was looking at her trying to understand where this was going.

“I’m not denying that I was turned on in the elevator or before that but how can you imagine that I was ever vulnerable? You managed to get my attention and knowing what you dug for, I participated willingly. You were the macho boss; I was the confused vixen. We both wanted that.”

He had a stupid look on his face. Linda realized that something she never expected was happening. She was amazed to see him insecure like that. She was making him feel the way he did to her. She loved that feeling. She felt relaxed seeing that he was speechless and wanted to scratch that open wound.

“Look, Nick. I liked that fantasy game, what you were offering. It was better than what I expected. But you were too carried away with your stupid games, you wasted that opportunity. I’m not saying that I didn’t like it but I was hoping for the whole package. Because of you, it became an unfinished business. You didn’t think that we were starting a relationship, right?”

He couldn’t believe what he was hearing. Seeing him that frustrated, she couldn’t stop teasing him more.

“But still, it was a night to remember, don’t beat yourself up about it. Now, if you excuse me, I have a meeting.”

“You can’t fake blushed cheeks!”

“I didn’t say I faked anything, I wanted, you couldn’t deliver. Maybe you chickened out, maybe you fell in love, I don’t know. Bygones.”

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Harry looked at his wife Diana sitting curled up on the sofa next to him as she flicked through a magazine. They had been married for two years and he still felt that mixture of love and lust that he had felt on their wedding day. She was a truly beautiful woman. She was the same age as him at twenty five. Shoulder length dark, almost ebony, hair framed a face with dark brown eyes and full lips. Her nose was bent slightly from a childhood accident, but this actually made her look more desirable rather than less. Diana was tall. At least five feet eleven and when she was dressed for a night out her long toned legs looked gorgeous in the short dresses she loved to wear. Her smallish breasts were pert and hard and the small nipples were like the cherry on a cake for him. It was her bottom that he had first noticed in the office where they had both worked. It was the best he had ever seen and he loved to clasp it when they made love.

They had met four years ago and their dating had been passionate and full of laughter. They had married and bought a small flat in London. Diana now worked as an administrative assistant in a large London hospital and Harry still worked in the insurance office where they had first met. Diana had decided to move jobs as she didn’t want to work in the same place as her husband, and this sentiment was agreed to by Harry. They weren’t rich by any means and the majority of their money was spent on the mortgage of the two bedroom flat where they both now sat.

Harry looked around the flat that was their pride and joy. Diana had chosen all the furnishings and Harry was happy to let her do it. For him he could have lived in a cardboard box as long as she was there beside him. However, the cost of the flat and the general high cost of living in London meant they were sitting at home watching crappy TV on a Saturday night as they couldn`t afford to go out. It was the end of the month so they had splashed out on a couple of bottles of wine and were both sipping from their glasses. Both knew the night would end up in a frantic coupling in their bedroom as this was an activity that they both enjoyed and cost nothing.

Harry sometimes found the flat claustrophobic and missed their nights out in the pub or going for a curry or Chinese. Living with Diana and their enthusiastic lovemaking compensated for this ninety nine percent of the time, but he had to admit that he missed their “Date nights”.

Diana adjusted her position slightly and stirred Harry from his thoughts as she said excitedly, “Look at this.” And thrust the magazine in his direction.

Harry took the magazine and read the page that she had folded over. It was a full page advertisement for a competition. “WIN A WEEK ON AN ISLAND IN SCOTLAND: OPEN TO COUPLES ONLY”

Harry continued to read, if only to keep his wife happy. There were several pictures of a small island with a rocky coast line and the only building appeared to be a two story stone house positioned nearly in the centre. There were sheep and not a lot else in the pictures and so Harry started to read the text.

“McKinnon Island is situated ten miles off the West coast of Scotland. McKinnon Enterprises in cooperation with Scott’s Fine Women’s Lingerie have completely refurbished the old farmhouse into three deluxe hotel rooms. The perfect place for you to really get away from it all and reignite the romance with your partner. Before the official opening we are offering three lucky couples the chance to win a week on the island and enjoy all of its facilities. This will enable us to test our product and also give a once in a lifetime opportunity to those three lucky winners. Plus, Scott`s will provide the lucky female winners with a three hundred pounds gift voucher to spend on-line before the trip. Please just answer the four questions below and then send your answers and your ages by e-mail to [email protected]. The closing date is 30th April 2021. Good Luck.”

Harry read on and saw the four questions. Two were marked “For Him:”, and two “For Her:”

He looked at the questions that he was supposed to answer.

• # 1. Do you like to see your partners legs in A: Stockings B: Tights C: Bare Legged

• # 2. What is your favourite colour for your partners Lingerie?

Harry had always loved it when Diana wore stockings. He wasn`t sure why they turned him on so much, but he was always so aroused when she did. So that answered question number one. The second one was also easy for him. The first time he had ever slept with Diana she had been wearing the most gorgeous bra and panties set in dark blue. He would never forget that evening and so that would be his answer.

Diana smiled knowingly as Harry gave her his answers and passed her back the magazine. He asked her what her answers where. Diana read the questions out loud. “When you wear stockings do you feel A. Cold B: Uncomfortable B: Sexy?” She surprised Harry by pausing before she said, “C!” and then continued. “Do you wear stockings just for, A: Your Partner B: Just for Yourself C: For both of you?” again a pause before Diana said in a whisper as if she was talking to herself, Porno “C!”

Diana got up from the sofa and grabbed their shared laptop from the floor where it resided normally. She typed in their answers and their ages and sent off the mail. Neither of them thought they had any chance of winning but it had broken the monotony of the evening. It had also turned them on a little bit as they imagined a week on a remote Scottish island in a luxury hotel. Diana grabbed Harry by the hand and led him into the bedroom.

It was four weeks later and Harry was sitting on the sofa watching the football results on the TV and Diana was surfing on the internet when he was startled by her scream and then her shouting, “We won. We won. Oh my God we actually won!”

He wasn’t sure what she was talking about so he asked her, “We won what?”

She was nearly breathless as she said, “We won the trip to McKinnon Island dummy. From the first to the seventh of June. They have sent train tickets and invitations and a gift voucher code for me to spend at Scott`s lingerie!” and she passed Harry the computer so he could read the e-mail.

“Dear Mr. and Mrs. Baker. We are pleased to inform you that you have won an all-expenses paid holiday to the romantic McKinnon Island for the week of June 1st to June 7th. Please find attached your train tickets. You will be met at Glasgow train station and driven to the boat that will take you to your holiday of a lifetime. Mrs. Baker, please use the following gift voucher code (McKinnonIsland010621) to make your purchase from Scott’s Fine Women’s Lingerie on-line store at [email protected]. Your purchases will be delivered to your room and be waiting for you on your arrival. Please confirm that you are able to attend within seven days of the date of this e-mail.”

Harry was shocked and could only say, “Fuck me!”

Diana surprised him when she replied, “That´s a given baby!” and laughed nearly hysterically.

Diana and Harry checked with their workplaces on the Monday morning to see if they could get the time off. Both of their employers were happy for the young couple and agreed that they could go on the holiday that they had won. On the Monday evening Diana sent their confirmation e-mail and then disappeared into the bedroom with the laptop. When she hadn`t reappeared after thirty minutes Harry went to see what she was up to. As he opened the bedroom door she shouted at him, “Get out! I am using my gift card and I want it to be a surprise for you. Now get out!”

Harry left her alone and sat on the sofa dreaming about the delights that he would experience in a few weeks. His imagination was running wild with thoughts of what Diana was ordering at that very minute. He loved to see his wife in lingerie so this win was a double whammy with the holiday PLUS the lingerie.

DAY 1

The days seemed to drag until the date of their departure finally arrived. They packed a suitcase and made their way to Kings Cross station to get their train. They were astounded to see that the tickets were in First Class and they chatted amicably as the English countryside flashed past the windows. Neither could contain their excitement and they splashed out on a bottle of wine as the train left Leeds for the final couple of hours of the journey. They were just draining their glasses as the train pulled in to Glasgow. Harry grabbed the suitcase and they left the train to find their driver.

At the end of the platform they spied a very large black man in a dark suit who was holding a sign that read “Mr. Mrs. Baker” and they walked towards him. Harry offered him his hand and said, “Hi. We are Harry and Diana Baker.”

“Gerry,” he replied and grabbed the suitcase from Harry`s hand. “This way,” And he led them out of the station to a huge black estate car. He put the bag in the back and Diana and Harry climbed into the back seat. Driving carefully through the city Gerry eventually got them out into the Scottish country side and could accelerate slightly. Diana and Harry gazed from the windows and enjoyed the wonderful scenery. Neither had ever been to Scotland before so everything was new and interesting to them. The drive took nearly ninety minutes before the big black car pulled up at the jetty in a small fishing village on the coast.

Gerry retrieved their bags and after handing Harry the suitcase he pointed at a small boat at the end of the jetty and Diana and Harry began to walk in that direction. Harry could see five other people waiting about twenty yards away next to the small boat. There were two couples that were older than they were and maybe in their thirties or early forties and a grizzled older man in oilskins who was apparently the boat driver or captain.

As they reached the boat the captain asked if they were the Baker`s and Harry had to ask him to repeat his question as the man`s accent was nearly impossible to understand. Once everything was confirmed the three couples found seats at the rear of the boat and the captain started to steer the boat out of the small harbour and into the open seas as the couples all introduced themselves.

The Altyazılı Porno first couple were Mary and Jim from Devon. They were in their early thirties. He was a dentist and she helped him in their practice. No kids and had been married for ten years. Mary was pretty with shoulder length blonde hair and sparkling blue eyes. She had huge breasts that filled out the summer pullover she was wearing. She was short at around five foot four with a figure that was curvy in all the right places.

Jim was tall and over six foot. Close cropped black hair and dark almost black eyes under thick eyebrows. His athletic figure came from his hobby of walking on Dartmoor, and he explained that he still played for a local rugby club occasionally.

The other couple were Dave and Sandy. They were from Derby. She was thirty nine and he was forty. She worked as a secretary and he was a taxi driver. Sandy was very fit and did aerobics about three times a week. At five foot eight she was the same height as her husband with auburn hair cut short in almost a manly style. Her heavily made up face was very beautiful and her green eyes were striking. She was nearly flat chested under her pink T-shirt and obviously she was without a bra as her hard nipples were easily visible pushing against the cotton as the cool sea breeze washed over the small boat. She was the only one of the ladies not in jeans and her legs were long, toned and tanned from many hours on a sunbed and stuck out from a skirt that was short enough to provide a view of her panties, if she moved wrong.

Dave was a big man with hair cut so short he appeared nearly bald. He was muscled all over and told them that he went to the gym nearly every day to compensate for hours spent driving his cab. He had really an impressive body that was covered by a tight T-shirt and designer jeans that were nearly skin tight.

The day was very warm, although the cool sea breeze made the crossing to the island comfortable. After the usual stiffness that was normal when three couples who do not know each other are thrust together they all gradually relaxed and by the time the boat docked at a small jetty on the island they were all laughing and joking together. Harry thought that these four would be a lot of fun to be stuck on an island for a week with.

The captain helped them all off the boat. Each couple had one suitcase although Sandy and Dave seemed to have a trunk as their bag was double the size of the others. This caused them all to laugh even more as Diana and Harry gently teased them. On the jetty was a small man with a luggage trolley. He introduced himself as Angus before loading their bags onto the trolley and pushing it up a small gravelled path towards the stone building that sat on the rise of the island.

The island was very small. Maybe only a mile across in both directions and the only building visible was their destination. It was two stories and made of stone. The path led directly to double doors at the front. Following Angus through the doors Harry saw that the place was much nicer than it appeared from outside. Someone had obviously spent a lot of money on the renovations. Harry was still gazing around and taking in the fine wooden furnishings as he heard heels tapping across the polished wooden floor behind him and woman’s voice say, “Welcome!” in a strong Scottish drawl.

He turned and gawped as he set his eyes on one of the most beautiful women he had ever seen. She had long reddish brown hair that hung perfectly styled to her shoulders. Her oval face was blemish free and she had striking green eyes. Her lips were full and accentuated by deep red lipstick. She was wearing a white blouse that had the top three buttons undone revealing the cleavage between her large breasts. Her black pencil skirt was short and finished three inches above her knees. Her legs were clad in black nylon and on her feet she was wearing black five inch heels. She looked like she had just done a cover shoot for Vogue as she had the body of a top model.

Harry felt Diana elbow him in the ribs as she had seen his open mouthed response to the woman. He stared at the woman as she continued with her introduction. “Good afternoon to you all. I am Moira and I am the Manageress of McKinnon Island. Angus is now taking your bags up to your rooms. You are the only guests as there are only three suites here. Dave and Sandy you are in room number one. Diana and Harry room two and Mary and Jim in room three. Your packages from Scott`s are on the bed in your rooms. There are only four staff members here. Myself and Angus, who you have all met, plus Greg the chef and Gail who acts as waitress and general help. Now please find your rooms and settle in, and we can all meet in the bar at five. One hour from now. Then I will explain all of the amenities. There are no keys for the rooms as you are such a small group and I am sure you will all mingle together quite happily. Once more welcome, and I hope you have a fantastic time here both with your partner and also with the other couples. She smiled and pointed to the large wooden staircase and said, “The Brazzers rooms are up there!”

The three couples made their way up the stairs to the landing above. There were three doors spaced about ten yards apart on one side and two doors on the other. Harry and Diana went to the middle door with a large 2 on it as the other couples went to their rooms. There was no key hole in the door and Diana turned the handle and she and Harry entered the room. For a few minutes they said nothing and just stared. The room was huge and nearly as big as their London flat. There was a large four poster bed against one wall and floor to ceiling windows that gave a fantastic view of the rocky coastline behind the hotel. There were a few sheep grazing peacefully on the lush green grass between the hotel and the sea. There was a large wooden wardrobe and a chest of drawers. In one corner was a sofa and an armchair and a small coffee table. In the same corner was a bench with a kettle, tea and coffee. Next to this was a refrigerator that they later found to be stocked with soft drinks, wine and beer. There was a large TV on the wall opposite the bed and a small vanity in one corner with a mirror. That wasn`t the only mirror. There was a long one attached to the wall next to the vanity and an even bigger one on the ceiling above the bed.

Exploring further they pushed open a door that led to a bathroom that was four times bigger than the one they had at home. It contained a huge shower that was big enough for four people and a sunken bath tub with a whirlpool function. Two double sinks, a toilet and a bidet.

Harry and Diana went back into the bedroom and Diana found a large package on the bed wrapped in brown paper and her name written on it in black marker. There was a small card taped to the package with “Compliments of Scott`s Fine Women’s Lingerie,” written on it. She took the package and disappeared into the bathroom and shut the door.

Harry just looked around in amazement. He grabbed a Coke from the fridge and stared out of the window. This was more than he had expected in even his wildest dreams. He heard Diana leave the bathroom and watched as she pushed her unwrapped parcel into the chest of drawers. She still wasn`t letting him see her purchases. She pushed the drawer shut and turned to him and was smiling as she asked, “Is your hard on gone yet? I thought your jaw was going to hit the floor the way you looked at Moira!” Harry blushed deep crimson as she continued, “To be honest I don`t blame you. I think she could turn me Bi, if anybody could. She is gorgeous!”

Harry was quickly over his embarrassment and looked at his wife smiling as he pulled his jeans down and his semi hard cock was released and he seductively grabbed it and started stroking it as he said, “I wouldn`t mind a bit of help with this before we go down for a drink!”

Diana laughed and walked towards him before dropping to her knees and pushing her lips around his hastily growing member. She looked up at him and bobbed her head a few times as he looked down and enjoyed the view of his penis being engulfed in his wife’s mouth. He was breathing hard now and then was startled as Diana removed him from her mouth. She continued to stroke him as she looked up and said, “Is that something you would like? Me and Moira together. Sucking you, stroking you. Maybe me licking her while you pump into her pussy. Or…,” she didn’t get any further as Harry ejaculated all over her face and blouse. She laughed like a schoolgirl and said, “I´ll take that as yes to that fantasy!”

Harry blushed again. He looked at his watch and saw they still had twenty minutes so suggested they had a shower as Diana obviously need one now as there were large drops of his come drying on her face and in her hair. Diana got off her knees and they went into the bathroom and stripped off before entering the huge shower. There was top of the range shampoo, conditioner and shower gel on the tray inside the cubicle and they washed themselves in silence before Harry said softly, “What you said earlier. Have you every fantasised about being with another woman? Or being with me and another woman or maybe another man? I didn`t realise what a turn on that would be until you started to talk about it. I don`t think I have ever come that quickly. It was just imagining you and Moira together. I know it is just a fantasy but it was so powerful.”

Diana stopped running her fingers through her hair as she tried to remove the last of the shampoo. She had had her back to him but now she turned and looked into his eyes before casting her eyes downwards and seeing that his erection was returning by just the thoughts behind his questions. Nearly whispering she told him, “Of course I have thought about it. I think everybody thinks about these things, but it doesn’t mean I would do it. Sometimes it’s nice to fantasize about and talk dirty like we did before but that is the limit. If I was to do it then it would only be with someone who was knock dead beautiful like Moira.” As she said the last sentence her hand took hold of his cock and stroked it gently and his erection grew. Once he was fully hard she let him go and stepped out of the cubicle with an evil grin on her face and said, “Now let’s get ready and go downstairs!” She left Harry standing in the shower with his cock at attention and grabbed a towel before disappearing into the bedroom.

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It had been a few days since Marcie’s sisters left to go to June’s place up in Canada. Thanks to some checking up by my business partner, we knew that they would be safer since June’s husband was being extradited to a different part of the country. We were happy to hear when they made it there. As we were awaiting the word from Matt that I was okay to return to work, we were both on pins and needles. It wasn’t until June sent her a text confirming everything was fine that I breathed a sigh of relief.

We woke up that morning after a great night’s sleep, due to the good news. We both looked each other as we stirred and started smiling at each other.

“You were snoring again,” she said.

I laughed.

“It was a good night’s sleep. You know what I was dreaming about?”

She snuggled against me tighter.

“No clue.”

“You letting me hold you.”

“You’re kidding,” she whispered playfully.

“You’re right. It was a dream about watching you on the beach in your swimsuit.”

“We can make that dream come true in a couple months.”

“We could,” I said squeezing her a bit tighter. “Or we could just take a shower together this morning instead?”

She looked at me.

“You can have me in the shower anytime you want, Romeo.”

“I just want to take advantage. Thanks to your brother-in-law being Porno moved, I get to go back to the office. I want every chance to be with you until then.”

She kissed me on the nose.

“I am sure that could be arranged, Master.”

We slid out of bed and walked into the bathroom. I turned the water on while she was putting her hair in a ponytail. I looked at her in admiration before she looked me in the face and smiled. We both entered the shower and started to work on each other. The shower was nice and warm while we were rubbing each other. Contrary to normal story behavior, I did not immediately bend her over. Instead, I kept helping her get the hard-to-reach spots before she had me bend down in front of her so she could work on my hair. I then reasoned that she wanted to make sure my hair was washed.

I started to allow it to grow a little after the wedding. She likes to have a bit to rub when we hold each other. I’ve been letting her give me ideas on what to do with it. It makes her happy and I love making her happy. After my hair was rinsed, her arms went around my neck, and we shared a deep kiss as the water cascaded down.

We stopped the water before helping each other dry off. As we headed into the bedroom, I wrapped my arms around her waist and started to kiss along her neck. She bent Altyazılı Porno her head to allow me access to it. I started to guide her towards the bed before she twirled around in front of me.

“I’m gonna miss these long mornings, Leo,” she said.

“Why? I always have weekends.”

“I know, but I feel spoiled because of the last couple of weeks. I like waking up with you every morning.”

I started to kiss her more hungrily along her neck.

“And here I thought you missed your mornings without me,” I said sarcastically.

She turned and wrapped her arms around my neck again.

“I could always drag you to yoga,” she retorted.

I reached down and grabbed her hips before planting my lips on hers. They both opened as our kiss intensified. I could feel her move towards the bed until she started to sit on the edge. I took that moment to get on my knees and started to make out more.

“Did we have anything going on this morning?” I whispered.

She kissed back.

“I don’t think so.”

I kissed more until she was on her back, and I was on top of her. Her legs immediately wrapped around me. I felt myself rubbing against her until I slid inside. I could hear her intake of breath as I started to push forward. I was moving slowly, attempting to prolong the experience as Brazzers long as we could. Her fingernails scratched along my back as I looked into her face. Her eyes were closed. Her lips were open. Her breathing betrayed her enjoyment of what we were doing. I gently took her hands and pressed them above her head onto the mattress as I drove into her. Her eyes opened into that seductive gaze of hers as I did that.

“I’m yours, Leo,” she whispered.

I started to drive deeper. The feeling of her submission was encouraging, and her arousal heightened my desire to please my wife. I wanted to push her forward, make her feel the way I looked at her as the most desirable person on Earth. It was a moot point because she already knew how I felt about her. As we kept kissing each other, nibbling on each other, holding each other, the moment began to approach. I looked in her eyes before moaning for her. Her hands began to stroke my back as I edged closer.

“All of it, Leo. I want all of it,” she whispered.

As I started to ebb down from my moment, she held me in place as she started to shutter. Her eyes opened a moment later and her dreamy smile appeared. We moved so we were holding each other again before we started to whisper to each other.

“For better or worse,” she started.

“There’s no place I’d rather be.”

“Not even a warm beach somewhere?”

“I want to be anywhere as long as you’re in my arms, Amor.”

She kissed my forehead.

“You have me forever, Leo and another forever after.”

We stayed like that for a bit. There was nowhere else I wanted to be.

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The next morning, I struggled awake at eight AM, all thoughts of a second round banished, the sun was already beating down out of a cloudless sky, but I had a crippling hangover and would frankly have been happier with clouds, or darkness. I stole Matt’s Ray Bans and pulled a long T shirt on to go and queue for a shower, which helped return me to a semblance of humanity. A large black coffee with three sugars and a bacon roll meant I felt I’d probably survive.

Manjit and Gautham made it over by nine, just in time for me to wave them goodbye as I disappeared off to join the band for our first rehearsal. Dean drove us off to a village hall a couple of miles away that was set up with drums, guitars and a keyboard where for the next two hours we rehearsed the forthcoming sets in between mugs of tea and instant coffee.

Dean and Colin were happy enough with the result, Perry made a couple of suggestions about positioning and lighting that everyone accepted enthusiastically. Once we’d completed the musical rehearsal as far as we could Dean took me aside and introduced Natalie’s sister, Christine, who was helping out on costume, hair and makeup. She showed me a selection of outfits and I chose two, one slightly more demure for the Square Window stage and one that showed more than it covered for the main stage.

We arrived back at the festival site with an hour to spare before our first set, there was a light lunch of cheese and crackers and fruit back at Colin’s Winnebago, during which everyone in the band came and told me I’d be fine and if it started going wrong just to shout out something like “Alright NOD FEST” and they’d cover for me.

The word had gone round backstage about my ‘plucked from obscurity’ fairy story and I had a couple of people from other bands come and wish me luck, including a couple of household names. Some of them told me they’d come and watch my set as moral support, which made me more nervous.

Ten minutes to go and I was pacing backstage, counting off the running order, telling myself I could do it and to relax.

Five minutes and I was ready to burst when the rest of the band arrived.

Two minutes and I was looking for Natalie’s bucket.

One minute. Dean walked out on stage.

Shit, the crowd sounded huge.

Dean started the introduction.

“Alright NOD fest, welcome to the Square Window Stage.” [More cheers]

“Are you ready?” [Cheers]

“I said ARE YOU READY?” [Massive cheer]

“Well ALRIGHT. WELCOME TO THE STAGE, NUT LOAF.”

The crowd went absolutely mad, Colin, sorry, Nut led them out and took over the microphone duties.

“Some of you may have heard that our Natalie’s been a bit off colour. We’re delighted to say she’s well but needs to take a rest, so we’ve got our new friend, Alice, to take her place. Alice? Where are you Alice Cinderella?”

The crowd joined him in a chant of “Alice, Alice, Alice”

We let it roll for a minute or so then Perry and Jack started the opening chords of “Holding out for a Hero” and I ran on stage in a leather bustier top, leather trousers and spike heeled boots, demanding to know where all the good men had gone and where were all the Gods. When I got to the bit about needing to be strong and fresh for the fight I spotted Matt in the crowd and pointed straight at him. All nerves were gone, I was back to being Alice Cinderella, Rock Goddess.

The track finished with a crash and a deafening roar of cheers, we rolled straight into Nut leading for the next three tracks and me being in the background as a backup singer before I stepped up for two Blondie tracks, and yes my hair was beautiful, followed by Walk like an Egyptian and Cherry Bomb.

We finished the set with the same two tracks we’d duetted the previous day. The band stayed on for the live Karaoke session while Dean took me to the backstage area for a de-brief with Colin. The condensed version was I was fantastic, which of course I was, and that I should look to Perry for the lead in more, but generally well done.

I was on a massive rush and showed my Rock Diva credentials by sending the smaller of the two Rhinos from the previous evening, who I discovered was known as ‘Buller,’ to find Matt.

He was there in minutes, on almost as much of a high as I was. “Ali, you were great. God you looked hot. It was like you were born to be up there babe, you were amazing.” He was falling over himself in his efforts to speak coherently, so I relieved him of the need by sticking my tongue in his mouth.

I hadn’t got anything on under the bustier which zipped up, so it was almost inevitable that it got unzipped and he had my tits in his hands and his mouth locked onto mine when I heard “What did I bloody tell you. She’s a Camper Van fetishist. Show her a Formica table and her clothes come off.”

I squealed in shock and tried to cover myself up, but Manjit dismissed my embarrassment nonchalantly, “Oh come on girly, we were all in the hot tub last night. Just stop actually shagging Porno for two minutes and we’ll leave you to it.”

Gautham was just behind her, “Yeah, don’t worry about us Ali.” Which got him a slap from Manjit and a suggestion that perhaps I should cover up. The Comedy Indian Accent came back “Because my bloody husband turned into a randy dog.”

I zipped up, much to Gautham and Matt’s disappointment, then retired to the Tiki bar where the other three piled into subsidised cocktails and I ordered herbal tea, partly because Colin and Dean were chatting in there and partly because I didn’t want to start drinking whilst I still had a set to get through later in the evening.

I had a few hours before the next set and the moment of lust had passed with Matt so I changed into shorts and a tatty T Shirt and went back to the performing arts section with Manjit where we watched some more Jane Austen related hilarity, ‘North by Nortwesthanger Abbey,’ in which our heroine is invited to Bath but pursued by mysterious agents in search of a micro painting, followed by Emma-nuelle in which our heroine arranges the marriage and trysts for Mister Twice-Knightley whilst avoiding a wickerwork chair.

Again, we thought it was brilliant, I was slightly disappointed no one came up and recognised me from the set earlier, but I consoled myself with the thought that the Meat Loaf tribute act / Jane Austen satire crossover demographic probably wasn’t enormous.

I passed the few hours left wandering round with Matt, we caught a comedy gig in the Round Window tent and watched a cooking demo in the Triangular Window tent before I had to get back for hair, makeup and costume for the main stage.

My outfit for the second set had the same trousers and boots but a lace together bodice that just about covered half my boobs at the front, leaving a huge cleavage and a load of side-boob on display. I went from nervous about being on show to feeling like a Rock Goddess again in the time it took Christine to set my hair into a huge eighties style mane, all back combed and voluminous.

It was starting to get dark, and the MC was in a spotlight with the rest of the stage unlit. A bank of lights bared out so the audience couldn’t see us moving into place. The MC was a former national DJ from the eighties and struck a perfect balance between cheesy and Rock ‘n’ Roll. He gave a few admin messages about not smoking in the audience and specials on cocktails in the inflatable pub, then he settled in and pointed at the crowd.

“Everybody, I wanna hear you say it” [Cheers]

“I wanna hear you say it. I say Nut you say”

“Loaf”

“I say Nut, you say”

“Loaf”

“Nut”

“Loaf”

“Nut”

“Loaf”

“Yeah, alright. Yes, here they are fresh from a multi room tour of Colin’s mums house, back from a successful performance in Perry’s school nativity play, the band that can best be described as ‘Available and cheap’ NOD FEST LETS MAKE SOME NOISE FOR “

He paused for a moment to allow the sound to reach a crescendo

“NUT LOAF”

The crowd were boiling away, shrieking themselves hoarse. DJ Mike disappeared stage right and in the semi darkness a single light picked out Will as he strummed the bass line from ‘A town called Malice,’ then as the guitars and drums joined the melody we lit up. Second track was ‘Ballroom Blitz’ which gave me a few lines to myself to break me in then I was front and centre with ‘Maria’ by Blondie before we reprised our duet of ‘Dead Ringer’ and then closed out the set with ‘Bat out of Hell’ with Nut and me nose to nose centre stage.

The lights went down, and the crowd went berserk. Adrenaline flooded through me like a firehose. Matt was waiting in the wings, I grabbed him as we went by and dragged him into a side alcove for a stress relieving snog then back down to the Green Room area. I was ready for a drink and to let off some steam.

Dean was waiting and bellowed out his enthusiastic approval as he handed out bottles of Heineken, the band surrounded me to shower me with their thanks and congratulations.

Still buzzing, I poured half my beer down my throat and looked around. “Went well then?” I grinned.

The evening settled into a few more beers then we went to watch the headliners before all the performers still around were invited on stage to sing happy birthday to DJ Mike, in a meticulously planned spontaneous moment.

Gautham and Manjit had moved their camper van into the artists area where it was dwarfed by most of the others, they kindly offered us the keys and said they’d go and sleep in our tent, Manjit gave a parting shot of “And keep your dirty butt off my table you sex fiend.”

Of course, we didn’t. We took a handful of beers each and retired to the camper, I shut the door and closed the curtains then pushed Matt backwards to sit down on the bench seat next to the table and knelt between his knees. Hungrily I undid his shorts pulling them down to reveal his still floppy Altyazılı Porno but getting interested cock. I took hold of him and sucked his growing length into the depths of my mouth. With a grin I withdrew the now stiffened pole and playfully licked around the head and shaft.

“Who am I?” I asked, staring into his eyes.

He caught on immediately. “You’re Alice Cinderella, you’re my Cinderella.”

“Damn Right I am, and what happens to Cinderella?”

“She turns into a pumpkin at midnight?” Wrong answer, I bit him hard enough to get his attention, growling my displeasure.

“I mean, she gets the handsome prince and lives happily ever after?”

I was happy with that answer, but as an afterthought added “Of course if this particular handsome prince ever makes the mistake of trying to see if any other girls in the kingdom fit his magic slipper then I’ll be having a word with the fairy godmother and turning you into dead man.”

I was improvising wildly with the Cinderella theme, I blame Manjit for giving me the name when she booked me onto the Karaoke stage. I was also getting away from the matter in hand and went back to pushing his juicy crown as far towards my tonsils as I could get it. I held him deep in my mouth for a moment and made a gargling growling sound deep in my larynx, the vibration filtered up and judging by the happy looking face he made it had the desired effect.

Keeping him in my mouth I took my hands away and fiddled behind my neck, undoing the lace up top and pulling it free. I had to pull away for a moment to clear it from my body and cast it aside on the table beside me. With a cry of “Ohh yes” from Matt I gripped him between my now released tits and slowly chest fucked him with a gurgle of happiness, twisting my own nipples as I moved up and down.

I didn’t want a gooey cleavage so I stopped once his breathing started to get heavier and pulled my boots and trousers off, standing in front of him in just my knickers I pulled on his hands and swapped places, if I’d been better groomed I’d have been naked but I felt strangely self-conscious about the hairiness of my muff, although that all evaporated as soon as Matt buried his face in my crotch, the elastic getting stretched sideways then pulled away entirely to be pulled up over my legs and away to join the bodice top on the table.

It didn’t take him long and I was cooing with pleasure as he alternated between long strokes with the soft flat of his tongue and hard fluttering flicks with the tip. Just as I was about to burst he stopped and rubbed the tip of his hot cock across my labia and clit then with a twitch of his hips he was inside me, I gasped at the suddenness of his penetration.

He read my mood perfectly, I was riding a wave of adrenaline from being on stage and I didn’t want ‘nice’ I wanted to be fucked and fucked hard. He slammed into me with an irresistible force, pushing me back into the seat, so hard I could feel the fabric underneath me hot from friction and my tits slapped together with the inertia. Again and again, he drove in, I reached down to slap on my clit and pinch it hard, squealing at the mix of sensations.

I was grunting in time with each thrust, it’s a big camper van but I wouldn’t have been surprised if it had been rocking on its springs in time with the vigorous beating my pussy was taking from his cock.

I swear could feel every ridge and vein as he slipped in and out, as if every nerve ending in me was charged up with electricity. I cried out wordlessly as I came closer and closer, finally giving an inarticulate squeal as the world lit up around me and a brass band let loose with a tirade of sound.

Matt was close to cumming as well, I gripped him with my legs and jerked my hips spasmodically, I was rewarded with a grunting bark as he shuddered three times, jetting into me.

I demanded a kiss, then crawled into the double bed where I fell asleep waiting for tea, waking to drink it and cuddle up close then going back to sleep and remaining out of all contact until nine the following morning.

Sunday followed a similar pattern, the final show was a bit more intense and there were a few tears backstage as I said goodbye to the band, we all took advantage of there being no more performances and gave the two pound cocktails a bit of a beating, Manjit and Gautham met Philo Waves and Lucky Lady Jane, but despite Manjit getting very drunk and telling Lady Jane that Gautham was allowed to sleep with her as long as she could sleep with Philo nothing untoward happened, apart from Manjit being mortified the next morning when she sobered up.

We were packing the tent away and I was about to go and rent a trolley to cart everything back to Matt’s car when Colin and Dean arrived with a tempting proposition.

Colin started, “How are you fixed for the next four months and is your passport valid until next year?”

Matt and I shared a puzzled look, “Er, I’m back to work tomorrow and yes Brazzers it’s valid for six more years. Why?” I had a suspicion why they’d asked; I mean you didn’t need to be Sherlock Holmes, but I wanted them to spell it out.

Dean followed up, “You gelled really well with the band, the tour manager watched both nights performances and would like you to be part of the tour. We all want you as well. We think you and Natalie could work together once she’s back from having the baby and…. Look, how about we all get together in a day or two for a catch up and we can work out the details? We’ll be getting a shed load of cash for the tour so we can pay a decent rate, Matt can come along as well if he’s free.”

I gave a tentative yes, I was interested but I’d need to see how I could fit it around work. N my heart I knew it wasn’t tentative and if I could find a way of making it happen I would be all over it like a tramp on hot chips. It was the fitting it around work that was going to be interesting.

I strolled into work on Tuesday morning with a much better view on life, particularly so when a couple of the jobs I’d asked Vera for information on had been held up for ten days waiting for her answer. An emergency conference was called in the boardroom where the departmental heads would try to find a scapegoat to keep the MD off their cases.

There was a silence in the meeting room, broken by my boss slamming a load of files on the table, “There’s the thick end of a million quid of business here that’s about to go down the khazi. Alice, what’s the hold up? It’s your job to keep things rolling smoothly.”

I reached into my pile of supporting paperwork, pulled out my job description and read the relevant lines. “It is the account manager’s responsibility to ensure the smooth transition of the order through the factory. This will require close liaison with manufacturing, planning and despatch plus other departments as may be necessary from time to time.”

The senior managers looked happy; I was putting my neck in a noose for them. I then produced the written instruction to only communicate with the despatch administration team by email or in writing. They looked less happy. I produced copies of every email I’d sent Vera, highlighted where I’d copied both John and Martin then melodramatically opened a ring binder with a dayglo label saying “Vera — Answers” to show it empty.

A bit of a slanging match kicked off, I was asked why I hadn’t followed up with John, and that as the account manager it was my responsibility to ensure smooth transition of the orders. I showed them the emails I’d sent asking for his input, and his responses saying he’d speak to Vera. Which of course he hadn’t done.

We went round the houses several times, each time I came back with printed copies of messages asking for support or the written instruction to only contact Vera by email or in writing. Eventually the senior managers got bored with arguing in circles and Martin slapped the table.

“We are where we are. The important thing is what we do about it. Alice, what are YOU going to do about this?”

I judged this wasn’t the time to ask about flexible working so I could go on tour with my new friends at Nut Loaf.

“I can’t do a thing until Vera unblocks the system, or I get permission to operate the shipping systems so I can unblock it. I’ve followed the procedures as detailed in a disciplinary meeting. I’ve followed them to the letter, the delays as you can see are caused by the lack of response from the shipping department. I can speak to the customers but until Vera responds to my emails then all I can tell them is we don’t know when we’ll be able to ship. Would you like me to start doing that now?”

I was told I couldn’t do it, that I should consider my loyalty, that I was being unprofessional. I didn’t really care, I asked for Debbie Blanco to join us and for a personal supporter as I felt I was being unduly intimidated and coerced. I even showed them the paragraph in the company disciplinary procedures that said I was allowed to do that.

Suddenly with witnesses and HR records being kept I was under less pressure, Vera was summoned and asked why none of my emails had been answered. I enjoyed seeing her trying to wheedle out of it, but she’d firmly dropped herself into a deep hole and every move she made just made it deeper. In the end I saw her for what she was, a scared old woman that was facing retirement from a job that had been her entire life. I wasn’t about to become her best friend, but I could see a way out for us both.

“Vera, you’re due to retire in eighteen months or so, why don’t you train me and Coral (Coral’s one of my team, lovely girl, young mum, always baking cakes for the office,) and we can help with the work load, maybe we could look at you being a long term consultant to come back in once or twice a week for a year or two after you retire to help out when we’re busy?”

Her pig like eyes lit up at that, I think it was the coming back after she retires not the letting go of her authoritah but either way she was on board. I looked at Debbie who gave an imperceptible nod of approval. The Ops director looked like I’d thrown him a life belt, in fact the only person not happy was my boss.

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Nobody under 18, any resemblance to anyone is purely coincidental. Just a cute little bit of fluff

Babysitter Rescue

I hated waiting. In an age of instant gratification, I did not like to be twiddling my thumbs, playing on my phone, or watching the time when the doorbell rang.

“Ron, would you get the door? It’s Missy, the babysitter.” Saundra called me from the bedroom, where she was still getting herself ready for our date. She was a half-hour late as it was, but she wanted to look her best.

“Ok, Saundra, I’ll get it.” I went to the door and opened it to a surprise. It was not Missy at all but a young woman who very much resembled her.

“Hi, I’m Wendy, Missy’s older sister. Missy is feeling under the weather, she was going to come and sit, but she’s worried she may give little Becky her cold or flu. She called me and asked me to sub for her. Is that ok with you?” She smiled.

She was about twenty-one or -two, jet black straight hair, pale skin, blue eyes, and big, huge tits. She was obviously pregnant, and there was no sign of a wedding ring.

“My name is Ron Bennett. I’m sure that would be fine. Of course, Saundra has the final say, but I’m sure she won’t mind. Um, you’re…”

“Pregnant? Yes, you can say it. And no, I am not married. The guy I was dating took off like some kind of rocket. I guess he was allergic to babies and marriage and the responsibility for the same. Such a jerk.”

“Wow, and here I am TRYING to have a family and babies and marriage! How strange two sides of the very same coin.” Her eyes got big when I said that. She seemed quite surprised I said that.

“Here, give me your phone; I will put my number in it for you.” She called herself on my phone.

“For emergency?” I asked.

“Oh no. When you break up with Saundra, please give me a call as I could really use a good man like you.” She seemed sure certain that my relationship with Saundra was quite doomed. How could she possibly know this, much less so very confident of her prediction?

“You seem very sure we will break up!” I said somewhat defensively.

“You guys are going to dinner and dancing?” She whispered.

“Yes,” I whispered back.

“You really need to watch her when she gets drunk and then heads to the restrooms. I mean, watch her like a hawk, ok? Just do it.” She was still whispering. She looked into my eyes. “You promise to call me? Ok?”

“Sure, if it comes to that. I do hope you are wrong. I like Saundra a lot. We are engaged, you know.”

“Well, I did warn you, so…” Wendy started to say. She shut up quickly.

Wendy’s eyes moved left. I turned around, and there was Saundra, dressed to the nines. Her blond hair was flowing, and her big tits were swaying. Her legs were in magnificent motion in her black sheer silk stockings. Her little black dress was definitely a great success. She looked so, so gorgeous. She looked mouthwatering!

I wolf-whistled. “Saundra, you are magnifique! I am blown away.” I was still admiring her luscious looks.

“Mrs. Peterson, you look fabulous! I love the matching blood red lipstick and nails. Wow, you are stunning.” I just noticed the matching color thing. Women notice that stuff instantly.

“They match one other thing too!” Saundra said mysteriously. Since she had black six inch stilletos of the fuck me pump variety, I had no idea what she was saying.

“You mean–” said Wendy giggling.

“–My thong is blood red as well!” They both giggled. I just caught on. I guess I’m slow on the uptake.

“It’s ok that I sub for my sister Mrs.–” Wendy started to ask.

“–Saundra, just call me Saundra. I see you’re preggers? Who’s the lucky guy? Anyone I know?”

“No. He took a permanent vacation from me, I’m afraid. I guess he was not as mature as he made himself out to be.” Wendy replied with a pained look on her face.

“I am so sorry. What’s going on with your sister?”

“I’m sure it’s just a cold, but you never know. She doesn’t want to expose little Becky to possible flu. So she asked me to fill in. The only thing I ask is a ride home, I got a lift over here, but it’s pretty far for me to walk now.” She patted her small tummy bulge.

“I’ll make sure you get home safe and sound. We should be back here no later than about one AM. Is that ok with you?” I told her.

“Oh fine. I might fall asleep after midnight though.”

“Thank you for babysitting. We greatly appreciate it.” I said.

“Yes, thank you Wendy. See you later. Help yourself to any food you wish. But no alcohol!” Saundra pointed her finger at the baby bump and they laughed.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The dinner we shared was just wonderful. We talked and gazed into each other’s eyes. We got to the club and every man in the place looked at Saundra. She was captivating. She was sexy personified.

I danced four dances, and then we had a drink. She wanted a shot as well, so I got a couple of shots for us from the bar. There was a guy in my seat. He was young and in some kind Porno of a deep conversation with Saundra. I showed up.

“Excuse me. You are in my seat.” He seemed to just notice me, he was so engrossed flirting with my girlfriend. When he saw me he had a bit of a smirk. I wanted to knock his teeth in right then and there. Why did I hate him instantly? The smirk maybe? I don’t know, maybe I had a sixth sense, just a very bad feeling that I didn’t understand with any logic.

“Sorry old man. Here you go. Nice to see you again, Saundra.” He kissed her cheek and left. Wait a second! He supposedly just met her and he’s kissing her cheek?! My bull shit detector was going off like crazy in my head. What the fuck?! He said the word “Again”! This was NOT their first meeting.

“What did he want?” Like I did not know!

“Me.” was all Saundra said. She giggled. She did not apologize for her flirtation or her behavior. Now I was on total red alert status. I knew something was going on. What I did not know, but I could feel a sudden cold distance between us. Like an invisible wall or something. Was the babysitter right? Hmmm.

We knocked the drinks back, and went back out for more dancing. I am a very decent dancer, not like a pro, but I seem to have a good sharp step, and some decent agility. It saved my ass numerous times in my security job. But now that I own the company, and I spend more time dealing with the clients than dealing with bad actors, I was a bit winded after ten or so dances. I still showed her a great time dancing and held her close during the slow dances. I felt as though she and I were back on track. How totally wrong I was! So I was a bit tired from all the great dancing we did.

However, Saundra was just warming up. We sat down to catch our breath. I had to use the mens room, and when I got back to the table, Saundra was not there. This ticked me off, but I found her soon enough in the arms of the young man from earlier. The dance finished up, and another song started, a slow song… I had no intention of him dancing so damned close to Saundra, so I just cut in and said, “Thank you for minding my woman.” I used every bit of sarcasm I had.

He just snickered. “Yeah sure old man.” He actually sneered at me. I was instantly upset. I knew that something was wrong, right away. Sometimes you just KNOW. That wall… It was back between the two of us. The feeling was almost palpable! My guts were telling me something was about to happen, and it was not good.

We danced the slow dance and I was hard as a rock. Saundra said, “Wow. You’re almost as hard as Scott.” She laughed. It was not a nice laugh, more of a fuck you type of laugh. She had a hard look on her face as well. She was definitely not behaving like my girlfriend.

I said, “Really? You want to go there?” She had a shit eating grin on her face. She was having great fun with my emotions. Suddenly I saw our engagement taking a distinct trajectory to destruction. Did I really want to marry her? I’m glad she was showing me her true face and feelings.

“Are you jealous?” She was challenging me.

“Fuck yes. Are you my woman or not?” I looked straight at her. She lowered her eyes, never a good sign. That usually means a lie is about to be told. Or a lie by omission has already taken place.

“Yes I’m yours. Now you will have to excuse me, I need to use the ladies room. I’ll be right back Honey.” She did not sound loving at all. She just sounded bored, and kind of annoyed. Again, a very bad sign. I just remembered what the babysitter had said. I decided to do something. I got proactive.

Now normally, I am not a jealous or untrusting guy, but after the direct warning from Wendy, someone who seemingly has no axe to grind, I decided to follow Saundra to the Ladies room. She turned the corner, but instead of the door marked “WOMEN”, she went to the “FAMILY” toilet. I waited a few minutes. I tried the door. It was firmly locked. I could hear some grunting and whimpering from inside. Definitely not a good sign. I guess this was the end. I needed access to that bathroom!

I suddenly realized all the times she and I went dancing were basically a repeat of this time. I had no proof, just evidence from tonight and a gut feeling. Had she been fuckin’ a different guy EVERY TIME WE WERE HERE? My blood boiled. I was going to find out in a minute, but I already knew in my bones what I would find. So much for our wedding plans… shot to shit. I was about to break up with a lying cheating bitch.

I am a security agent. I had a passkey, and some door lock pics that worked on almost all these doors in our area. I also had formal training in opening locked doors quickly and quietly. I had opened this door just that way…quickly and quietly. I got my phone out, and started to video as I entered the small room. I was still shocked by what I saw. I almost didn’t believe my eyes. But I kept the phone recording on the scene.

There against the sink was Saundra, and what-was-his-name?…Scott, Altyazılı Porno behind her pushing his dick into her cunt. Or maybe it was her asshole, it was hard to tell. She was saying, “Yes, yes fuck me!” I took their pic with my cell phone for posterity. The flash alerted Saundra and she looked over her shoulder in horror at me. She screamed. Scott pulled out of her and spun on his heels to face me. He pulled up his pants like a comic book character. I laughed at him. What an asshole! This seemed to really piss him off. Then I thought, what a stupid guy I was. I laughed at myself for ever believing in Saundra. I was sorta glad it was finished.

He charged me. I have a black belt in Karate, but this was way too easy. I simply stepped out of the way and he went headfirst into the wall. He knocked himself out! He went down hard on the floor. All caught on my trusty phone! I left it on recording mode for my little conversation with Saundra.

“Thanks for an interesting evening Saundra. Better take care of your new boyfriend. I think he needs to get medical attention. Why did you waste my time, Saundra? If you weren’t interested, you could have just said something. Why lie to me, tell me you love me? Talking about having my children. For heavens sake, we aren’t even married and you are fucking other guys. Gees, ‘I love you!’ what a crock of shit that turned out to be! Hey, good luck to you and Scott. Oh hey, nice red thong! It’s on the floor. Bye bye.” Saundra was tongue tied. She opened her mouth to speak, but then she didn’t. It was as if she wasn’t sure what to say to me as I left her for good. Her red matching panties lay on the dirty floor. How appropriate.

“Oh I almost forgot.” I walked over to her and extended my hand. “My grandmother’s ring back please.” She had it on a chain around her neck, not on her finger. I guess that makes it all okay. “What a sleazy slut you turned out to be! I guess I should be happy to have dodged a bullet. I was going to marry you! I am so happy that I didn’t. Saundra, I really thought you were better than this… slutty behavior. Good luck with your new boyfriend. I just hope you are happy now. Goodbye.”

I had had enough. I walked out. Out of the room. Out of the building. Out of her life! It was bad enough dealing with low-lifes at work, much let alone dealing with them in my home life too. Saundra definitely qualified as a low-life in my book. She gave skanks a bad name! I guess I should be thanking Wendy for the heads up. She saved me from this scuzzy piece of shit.

~~~~~~~~~~~

“Hi, this is Ron. We met earlier this evening?… Yes that Ron. That’s great, but I’m not calling about the kid…Wendy, your kind suggestion was spot on. I caught her with a young guy in mid fuck… “

“Are you still going out with her?”

“Not on your life! She is officially kicked to the curb for sure!” I explained.

“Are you ok? He didn’t hurt you did he? You didn’t kill him did you?” She then asked, “Will you still be able to take me home? I can uber if I have to, I guess. Or walk…” She sounded so sad.

“Hell no! I will be right there. You just settle up with Saundra, then come down to my car. I’ll be there in front. I owe you big time. How did you know?”

“Ok, meet you out front as soon as she and I settle up. And thank you for being so very nice to me. I’ll tell you the secret in the car. You sure you don’t mind taking me home?”

“Of course I’ll be happy to pick you up and get you home. I kinda just left Saundra there with her new boyfriend on the floor, so I don’t know how or even when she’s getting back. Not my problem anymore.”

“But I can wait down the street for you…Even better, I could come up and kiss you right in front of her!… Oh, that would be so nice! I know, it’s very high school all over again…” She spoke to me.

“Ok, give me a call when you are ready to be picked up. Bye” I said.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“Please, listen… I want to apologize for my behavior. Scott was,… Err, ahh is an old boyfriend. He–“

Saundra was trying like hell to salvage the relationship with me. She had left Romeo in the emergency room and rushed home in a cab to try to convince me it was all a big mistake. I knew it was a planned thing and I was just thinking about all the times she was late or couldn’t make it. It was starting to all make sense to me now, in a new light.

“-Old boyfriend? When did you date him? Jr. High? It really isn’t necessary to apologize to me. I just wish you had not told me that you loved me. That implies a bunch of things, not the least of which is a measure of exclusive behavior. FUCKIN’ an old boyfriend in the bathroom while your love waits for you at the table… Well that kinda crossed the line.” I looked in her eyes and said, “Here are the gifts that you gave me. I thank you for your time.” I handed her the nice ID bracelet, the cufflinks and the nice leather case she had bought me. I pulled off the wristwatch too. Brazzers She gave gifts probably because she felt so damn guilty about her cheating behavior.

“I don’t want to break up!” She whined. “I do really love you, I just made a very bad mistake. You can certainly keep all of the gifts I gave you. I don’t want them back. Please reconsider? I will make it up to you, double-down, and in spades.” She looked at me with those gorgeous eyes so full of tears… And then I thought about the dancing, and the fucking, and I realized that I was a just a fallback position. Just a dick with a wallet that she could use whenever she needed to. I didn’t want to just be a “penis and a paycheck”. I decided maybe I should just string her along the way she had strung me along. But first, I needed a little bit of payback, so…

Wendy entered the living room and sauntered over to me. Her full breasts jiggled as she walked towards me. I jumped up and gave her a nice little kiss… On the lips! I helped the pregnant woman get her coat on. Time to go.

I turned and said, “Saundra, I will think about it. I promised to take Wendy home. Good night and good luck.” I did not kiss her. Who knows where those lips were tonight? I had a reasonable guess exactly where those lips were, and I am sure as hell not kissing her!

I opened the door and Wendy walked out followed by me. We left in a hurry, as Saundra wailed a bit sadly. I had to get away from this horrible woman. Wendy felt the same way. Saundra had not even paid her for babysitting her kid.

“Don’t worry about it. I will pay you. That bitch was just as you said she was. I owe you a lot more than the money. Wendy, will you go out with me? I am a decent and kind person, and I like you.” I said.

“I’m pregnant with another man’s baby.”

“Are you getting back together? You still love him?” I asked her the obvious questions.

“No, and hell no! I had almost the same thing happen to me, as what happened to you.” She looked at me with those eyes so full of caring and love. She was very, very dangerous to me!

We got in my car to get her home, and she kissed me full on. She was a great kisser. I kissed her back.

As we got going she told me a spy story.

“My sister washes hair at the salon. She’s not licensed to cut hair, but she’s allowed to wash and rinse. And she takes care of the cash too. Anyway, your girlfriend-” I cut her off.

“-Ex-girlfriend!-” I jumped in there.

“-ok, your ex-girlfriend was getting her hair trimmed and fixed up. She was talking about the dumb guy that was so interested in marriage. She was going to fuck her old boyfriend in the bathroom as he waited for her in the club. The stylist said that could not be done, come on… She said she had already done it to the dumb ass three times, and he was none the wiser. She had even had him eat her out afterwards before they fucked. My sister was so disgusted she said fuck it. I’m not babysitting for that skank. Not so she can abuse a good guy. That’s the real reason for my being there instead of her. I had to warn you somehow. I am not happy with what happened, but I am glad you know the truth about your girlfriend.”

“Ex-girlfriend! Absolutely, positively, she’s-so-done, EX-GIRLFRIEND!!” I exclaimed, maybe a bit too loudly. I took her hand in mine. “Want to go to my house?”

“Fuck yes. Let’s go. I am going to fuck your balls off.” She grinned.

“Pregnant women are twice as horny as regular girls. I have a little bit of a treat for you too. You are going to suck out my excess milk. I’m going to be your cow. You like sucking on big milky tits, don’t you? Then you can fuck me again, cause milking makes me horny too! Come on man, step on it. I really need you to fuck me good and hard.”

I broke a few speed limits getting back to my house. We got in and there was a flurry of flying clothes leading to my bedroom.

She actually pushed me onto my back and jumped on board. She shoved her milk dripping nipple into my mouth as she lined up my cock, which was hard as tool steel, to plunge into her hot, wet cunt. She thrust herself down my meat pole as I sucked her huge milky tits. She was positively purring as she fucked me hard and her pussy grabbed my hard cock and she squeezed me as we fucked. She took great delight in squirting her milk in my face. I took delight in sucking her big dark nipples and getting a milky reward for her attentions. I pushed her on her back and fucked her pretty hard and she had a huge climax. I was just behind in time and I spewed rope after rope of semen. My coming set her off again, not quite as big an orgasm, but still a big cum. She didn’t want me to pull out.

“Your dick feels perfect, right where it belongs!” She said. I had to agree with her, it did feel wonderful. We spooned and my cock went rigid again as I felt that marvelous ass. She handed me the lube, and then I was deep in her behind. She had a very, very hard come as I filled her anus with my sperm. We slept like that, locked together for a while. We both had to pee. She was on the bowl and she asked me to piss on her clit. It was about the weirdest thing I’ve ever done. Then we slept in each other’s arms. It was very nice. I held her close, and she actually purred like a pussy cat!

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He arrives at my house. I’m waiting by the window, my body is tense with anticipation. He’s been here before, many times. This somehow feels different, it always does. Whenever we’re together, I feel like it’s the first time. Feeling his body with mine, exploring the gentle curves and sharp definition of his muscles makes me shiver every time.

Instead of using the doorbell, he knocks. The rhythm of which tells me he’s ready too…

Knock knock knock knock….knock knock.

I grin. He’s just as horny as I am!

We’ve been texting all day, sharing pics, sharing descriptions of what we’re going to do with each other…to each other.

I open the door. I see him smile while biting his lower lip, he’s striking a pose, like he’s some gay porn star; hips jutted out to one side, sunglasses staring down at the ground while he slowly turns his gaze toward my hungry eyes.

“Fuck!” I proclaim, stepping down to his level, I grab his already hardening bulge and plant a kiss on his waiting lips. I want him so bad. I’ve wanted him all day, all week! Both my hands move to the back of his head as my fingers weave their way through his short hair. He moves the other direction, cupping my ass.

Our tongues are deep inside each other, moving around and guided only by the passion we both feel for each other. The excruciating buildup of anticipation finally nearing an end.

I love this man. I love the way he makes me feel. I love the desire in his eyes when he looks at me. I love spending time with him, I love fucking him. I love my wife too, and they love each other. She started this whole relationship and we’ve only grown closer as it blossomed into soo much more than we could have imagined.

My hands find their way to his belt and quickly undo it, followed by a masterful unbuttoning and unzipping of his designer jeans. (He’s so stylish!). I pull down the front of his pants, slide his briefs to the side and drop to my knees and take him in. Immediately, my body is rewarded with a rush of hormones, egging me on in this public display of erotic pleasure. The excitement of sucking him on my front porch is intoxicating. Guarded only by a thin veil of bushes and tree limbs, he doesn’t cower, or scold me for this. No, he presses further, thrusting his hips toward my gaping, eager mouth.

I feel his already excited cock stiffen even more. This won’t do, I want so much more of him. I want his whole self, body and mind, but I’ll settle for just one of those for now. I quickly stand up and take his cock in my hand as if it were a leash. I head inside, leading him along the hallway and into the main part of the house. He trails along with an excited smile, like an eager puppy following his master to the treat jar.

My mind races, trying to think Porno of which room to best continue my work. I think about the taste of his cock in my mouth, the feel of his warm member. My heart is beating like crazy and I want nothing more than to taste and feel his release inside me, but I also want to savor the experience. We don’t get to be together too terribly often and I want this to last as long as possible. The bedroom. I want us both to be comfortable as I pleasure myself by pleasuring him.

I try to slow my pace as we make the short trek to the bedroom.

We finally reach the bedroom, me tugging his rock hard cock toward the bed, beckoning him to lie down. Without direction, he lifts his hips so I can remove his pants, leaving on his silky briefs, pulled to the side. He sits up and takes off his shirt, revealing his beautiful toned body. I quickly remove my own clothes, throwing them all over the place in my excited state of hunger.

He reclines with a knowing grin on his face, rubbing his crotch while he lays back onto the silky, warm, decorative pillows. I pounce onto his delicious body and kiss my way from his groin all the way up to his excited mouth. We kiss in ecstasy, the heat of our desire fueling our quick and changing movements. As we make out, he embraces my upper body and cradles my neck. My hands find their way to his cock and grasp his meaty shaft. Dick in hand, it’s very difficult to focus on anything else, so I decide to escape his loving embrace and work my way down to fulfill my long awaited desire.

The taste of his precum is like candy to my lips. The slick and sweet sensations I experience nearly makes me orgasm right there. I usually love the taste of his sex, but the insane build up we’ve been working in all day has made the experience insatiable. My esophagus massaging his full length down my throat, I want more, I need more. I grasp his balls and pull them toward the nearly full opening of my mouth. The tip of my tongue sneaks out to gently massage them. It takes every ounce of will I have to remove him and take a breath. As much as I want to feel his cum shoot down my throat, I also don’t want to pass out.

When I pull him out, the smile that grows on my face gets even bigger when I look into his eyes and see nothing but pure desire.

“Slow down baby!”

My lover says as I’m gasping for breath, still stroking with my lips in contact with his frenulum. My tongue slides out to tease his aching cock.

He quickly pulls away, moving his face toward mine.

“Let me suck you too. I want you to cum with me.”

We settle into a sideways 69. Both our heads are rested on the others inside leg.

I’m so God damned horny that my dick has never left full mast. He takes Altyazılı Porno my swollen cock in his warm mouth as I re-up on my efforts. It’s now a bit of a competition!

With such a strong lead, I take the time to slowly lick from base to tip, curving my tongue to cover as much area as possible. The silky feel of his warm cock is like heaven on my tongue. The steady stream of nectar coming from his tip is intoxicating.

On my end, he’s no slouch. He somehow reads my body perfectly and knows when to go slow and sensual, and when to speed up and just suck. My hips begin to involuntarily thrust into his face taking me deeper and deeper with each repetition.

I can feel my long awaited orgasm building so I switch to “make him cum” mode and work on full envelopment. The gentle upward curve of his cock coupled with my upside down throat makes for quite the sexy duo. I grasp his ass cheeks for leverage and pull his entire pelvis into my face. I want every inch of him inside me. When he cums, I want to feel the hot spunk hit my throat and taste the salty flavor as it fills what little space is left in my mouth. With very small strokes, I’m careful to keep my teeth behind my lips, and move him in and out.

I could lay here all day. With his and my head resting on our inner thighs, it’s an extremely comfortable position to be in. As our free hands explore each other’s bodies, our breathing starts to indicate that we’re both close. With the fullness of my cock in his mouth, he begins to moan in pleasure. I’m normally not very vocal during sex, but the feeling of his voice vibrating through me inspires me to sing along with him. He’s no musician, but I am. I hum along a fifth interval above his droning low tone. It creates a harmony that perfectly symbolizes the way I feel in this moment.

As our intensity builds, I begin to fuck his face. I want to cum so bad. I feel him begin to thrust into me as well. Our humming duo turns into moaning sobs of enjoyment. If our mouths weren’t full of cock it would probably be loud enough to be heard by a passerby outside. Not that it would matter to us right now. Our rapidly accelerating face fucks come to a thrilling crescendo. Both of our bodies tense as he shoots hot cum down my throat. My man has been eating his pineapple! While I’ve never had anything as tasty as his pre-cum, properly prepared jizz is a fine treat on its own. A dick filled smile stretches across my face as I realize that he is receiving the fruits of my same labor as well.

Slowly, our bodies relax and our dicks returned to their normal floppy selves. I am the first to pull him out of my mouth and turn my body so that I can go and snuggle on his chest. My hand grazes back and forth across his firm and fit chest Brazzers while we slowly and passionately make out, tasting the delectable mix of our juices. We fall asleep in each others arms.

I wake up to light fingers grazing my ass. After a few moments of coming out of my deep slumber, I realize my lover is still asleep. In a minor panic, I quickly sit up and turn my head to realize my wife had come home and found us in bed together.

“Hey babe” she whispers as A smile of recognition grows on my face.

“You’re back early?” I respond.

“no my love” she responds “I am back on time, doesn’t Danny have to work tonight?”

“Oh shit!” I had forgotten that he started a part-time job on his off days at the wood store so he could have something to do in the evenings. The employee discount was nice too 😉

I gently wake him from his slumber and he smiles at my wife and I who are gazing lovingly down at him.

“Wake up buddy, you got to get to work right?”

“Ahhh, yeah! Thank you!”

My wife hands him his clothes as he gets up from the bed. He gives her a little peck on the cheek as thanks and begins to get dressed.

“Did you boys have fun?” She asks with a knowing grin on her face.

“Honestly…kinda sucked” He replies, completely unable to hold back his smile.

“Lucky!” She says taking a step closer to Danny as he finishes putting on his shirt. As soon as the collar descends past his face she goes in for the kill. I watch in adoration as my wife makes out with my lover. His hands explore her body, one on her ass and one searching for her nipple. I know what she’s thinking as she paws at his body, taking time to feel his pecks and pinch his nipples in return.

With dramatic effort, she breaks the kiss And looks him sternly in the eye.

“You WILL be able to come back after work….RIGHT?”

He chuckles and nods “wouldn’t miss it!”

He bends down to give me a goodbye kiss on the bed. His light stubble grazes my lips and I take in the last remnants of our sex, wafting from him. He kisses my wife once more and bids us farewell.

My wife closes the door longingly. As soon as the latch clicks, she turns to me, laying in the bed buck naked, with a devilish stare.

“I can’t wait 6 hours!” She lifts up the hem of her dress and breaks into a run, vaulting onto the bed while straddling me with her open legs. After landing, she shimmies the rest of the way up to my face beckoning me to bury my face into her sopping wet naked pussy.

She must have sensed my confusion, because as she removes her shirt she explains; “I walked in and saw you two studs naked in each others arms and it made me feel some sort of way, I took my panties off while you two were sleeping. I was hoping to get railed by both of you, but then I remembered that he had to work, so you’re gonna have to do double duty until he gets back!”

Her hips writhing on my face, I understood the assignment, and buried my entire self into her. Her pleasure, literally the only thing on my mind.

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I open my door to the ringing of the phone. I throw my coat on the rack and grab for the phone, hoping to get to it before the machine picks it up.

“Hello.” I say.

“Hi, it’s Laurie. Are you doing anything tomorrow?”

“No, I have the day off from work, why?”

“I need you to come get me and bring me home. My car is broken down and no one else can get me. My Dad won’t be back home from a business trip until late Wednesday and my Mom needs to go to the airport to pick up relatives. None of my friends are headed in that direction. You’re the only one I can think of to ask. Please?” You sound on the verge of tears.

“I’ll be there by noon as long as the snow doesn’t hold me up. You do know there’s a winter storm warning don’t you?”

“I do, but knew you’d come anyway.” You sound pleased with your ability to get me to do your bidding.

“Yeah, I guess I’m a sucker for your pretty face. See you tomorrow.”

“Okay, see you then.” You hang up the phone.

I hang up, wondering why my sister’s best friend would choose me to drive 150 miles to pick her up from the university she was attending. I think she had always had a bit of a crush on me, but I’d never tried anything with her as she and my sister were friends and it would have seemed a little like dating my own sister. Still she was cute, and I’d get to spend 2 hours with her as my co-pilot on the drive back. I wouldn’t mind getting to know her a little better.

The next morning I left early, the snow had just begun to fall. The roads were only lightly traveled, as it was a weekday, which was good since the snow was falling heavily. I made good time, with my satellite radio as my only companion. I had helped Laurie move off campus, so I knew the directions to the apartment, and as I exited the interstate, followed the appropriate streets to where you lived. I soon pulled up at your address, and after exiting the vehicle stood on you steps and knocked on your door.

You opened the door as soon as I banged the door with my gloved fist.

“Hi, you’re earlier than I expected! You reach for me and pull me into one of your fabulous hugs. You hug people like nobody else; somehow managing to tough the entire front of your body to the person you’re hugging. It’s very erotic and another reason I’m glad I made the trip to pick you up. I’ve secret wondered if you kiss and make love the same way, but wouldn’t think of asking.

“I’m almost ready, let me grab a few things and we can leave.” You turned and walked towards your bedroom, looking back over your shoulder as you walk away. “I really appreciate you doing this for me.”

“I really don’t mind, it beats sitting at home watching tv” I say, glancing around at the bags parked near the door. “Should I bring these out to my car while waiting?

“No, I’m ready to go, let me grab my coat.”

As you head down the hall towards your closet, I get to admire the figure before me. Your dark hair cascades down your back, you’ve managed to stuff your breast into a very tight sweater, which accentuates your curves, and you’re wearing a short skirt. Overall, I very nice image, I’m glad I’ll be spending the next couple of hours with you.

As you walk past, I get a whiff of your perfume. “You smell nice, I say, good enough to eat.” Ouch, where did that come from, I think as soon as the words escape my lips.

You give me a funny look, smile, then say, “Thanks.” I grab the bag left on the floor, and head out the door behind you.

“Sorry for that awkward comment, I guess its jet lag or something from the drive, affecting my brain.” I throw the bag in the backseat along with the one you threw in and we head for the interstate.

“Really, don’t worry about it, it was kind of funny. Thanks again for picking me up. Thanksgiving would have been a drag if I had to have stayed here. The snow is really coming down isn’t it?”

The snow had accumulated quite a bit since I had arrived. There was at least a foot on the ground, and it was falling harder than on my way over. The wipers were having a hard time keeping up with the flakes.

“Thankfully, we have four wheel drive, though I think we’ve got a slow trip back. Feel free to find what you want on the radio.”

You switch the dial to some eclectic mix of old and new, and we pass the time listening to the tunes, catching up, and reminiscing about the past. Time is flying by but the progress is slow, as the snow has done nothing but fall heavier. To make matters worse, the wind has been blowing, creating near whiteout conditions. Suddenly, up ahead, I make out flashing lights. I slow down and stop next to a parked highway patrolman. He gets out of his car and approaches the driver’s side window.

“Sorry folks, the roads are being closed. You’ll have to get off at this exit and start up again in the morning.”

“But sir, we only have about 80 miles to go” I plead. “This is the only route to where we’re going.”

“I understand, but there is a serious accident ahead, and nothing can get past. There are a couple of semis Hd Porno jackknifed, blocking all lanes of traffic. There’s a hotel just after the exit, I’m sure there’ll be room.” He gave a wave and headed back to his car. I could barely see the roadway as I approached the ramp, and headed for the hotel the officer has mentioned.

“Uhm, I don’t have any money for a room. I wasn’t expecting this.” You turn and look at me. “What are we going to do?”

“Don’t worry, I reply. I’ll take care of it.” I park in the lot and say, “Why don’t you wait here and I get us hooked up. I get out of the SUV, and trudge through the snow, heading for the office.

A few minutes later I head back. I don’t know how Laurie is going to take the news.

“Well, I have good news and bad. There’s room at the inn, but there is only one room with one king bed. I look at you as I say this. I took what they had, but I guess you’ll be spending more time with me than you expected.” You look at me; give me a grin, and say, “I hope you don’t snore.” You exit the SUV, grab one of your bags; I grab the other, and head for our room.

Once inside, we shake off the snow we collected on our walk, I head for the heat and turn it up. “So what do we do now, “I ask.

“In situations like this, I think it’s a good idea to drink. Luckily for us, I packed a flask and a bottle so we are set. Did you see a soda machine when you checked in?”

“There’s one in the lobby, I be back in a flash.” I hurry to the lobby, get the beverages, and return to the room. Along the way, I think about the situation I’m in. I’m alone with a very attractive woman, about to start drinking with her, due to being snowbound. I can’t believe my luck!

I enter into the room and hand the set the drinks down. You’re on the phone, speaking with your parents, reassuring them that you’re safe, and then hang up. As you do, the power goes out, and we’re in semi darkness. “I guess there’s no tv for us, I say.”

“And I was so looking forward to watching porn with you, you reply with a wink. Now what will we do?” You look coyly at me, then turn your back and start making drinks.

I’m left to staring at your back in confusion. I’m not sure if you’re joking around or actually flirting. You hand me a drink and we start talking again as if we were still in the car, pretending that the comment you made was never spoken. We finish our drink, and you have another. Then you ask another question.

“Do you want to play a game with me? It’ll be sort of silly but fun, I think. I’m going to ask you questions, and you’ll answer them. You can ask me the same question or something different. The secret to this game is to answer every question truthfully. How does that sound?”

“Sounds good, ask away.”

“Do you watch X-rated movies or surf for porn on the internet?

“What?”

“You heard me, answer the question.”

“Laurie, do you think this is a good idea? We’re alone in a hotel room and you’re asking me sex questions, what if this leads to something?” I look at you wondering if you’ll give away something in the way you answer.

“I just want to know what kind of person I’m sharing my room with, and if I’ll let you stay on the bed with me or make you sleep on the floor. Now answer me!”

“Fine, both.”

“Both, huh, boy, are you just horny or are you looking for new techniques?

“I like to look, besides, isn’t it my turn to ask a question?”

“Sure.” You sip your drink waiting for me to ask.

“Same question for you, except tell me what you like to look at or watch.”

“Ah, creative aren’t we. You shift around on your side of the bed and pull a blanket around you as the room has cooled slightly. “

I do both as well, and like to look at normal stuff, sex, you know.” I think there is a slight flush to your cheeks, but I can’t tell if it’s from embarrassment or from the alcohol.

“I need you to be more specific, do you like just regular sex, or girl-girl, threesomes, anal, blowjobs, or more kinky stuff.”

“Well, I guess I like all the above, it just depends on the mood I’m in. Sometimes I like to see people just fucking, sometimes I want to see cum getting splattered all over someone or girls getting it on, or guys, it just depends. My turn.”

“I think I need a drink first, do you need a refill? You hand me your glass and I top them both off. I move back to my seat and think about my next question. “Do you play with your self when you watch?

“Of course! I love to think about what I’m seeing happening to me or doing to someone else. Sometimes I’ll use my fingers or my vibrator…I love getting into what I’m seeing, do you?”

” I usually wait until I’m done watching or surfing, but yeah, I’ll check to see how hard I am, not that I couldn’t tell, but it’s good to check the equipment, you know? We both laugh.

“Have you ever been involved in a threesome?

“No, have you?”

“No, but I’ve used my dildo when I’ve had sex, I love sticking it up my ass when I’m getting fucked, or sticking Türkçe Altyazılı Porno it in my pussy when I’m blowing a guy. It’s the next best thing to having two cocks.

I couldn’t believe how turned on I was by the conversation I was having! I was sitting two feet way from Laurie and she was telling me about her sexual practices! I was glad for the darkness so she couldn’t see how aroused I was getting. If she got up to fill her glass, I was going to have to unzip my jeans; my cock was going to break if I didn’t.

“Do you fantasize about being with more than one woman? Or doing it to someone with another guy?” she asked.

“Oh yeah. I enjoy those sights and scenes in movies. I’d love to have two sets of lips sucking me off, or taking a girl from behind while she’s licking her friend’s pussy. How could I not fantasize about that? Don’t think I’d want to have another guy involved though, too weird.

“Do you get turned on seeing pictures or movies of a woman getting double penetrated though?” you ask, shifting around a bit.

“I do, but I wouldn’t try it. And it’s my turn to ask. What’s you favorite position, doggy style, missionary, or you on top?”

“I love rear entry positions, I love feeling that cock, slam into me, almost withdraw, the slam back in. I like being on top too, sometimes missionary, hell, I like them all!

“Would you rather get a blow job, or a hand job?”

“I love getting a blow job, sometimes I prefer coming all over her face or chest rather that having her swallow my come. I like it when I get blown while standing, and she’s squatting down or kneeling, maybe playing with herself, and as I come she opens her mouth, drooling my semen down her front, onto her tits and getting her self completely sticky. I really like it if she rubs her hand and a finger through the sticky stream or on her come- covered breasts and then sucks her fingers. It’s so erotic. You’re staring at me, hello!”

“Wow that’s quite the image, I need to go to the bathroom, but don’t go anywhere, this is to fun!” You get up and trot to the facilities; while you’re gone I adjust my pants and release my dick from its prison. It’s straining on my underwear, but am more comfortable than being in my jeans. You flush and come back to the bed, wrap your blanket back around you and look at me.

“Your question, sir.”

“Do you like swallowing come, or having it sprayed on your face and chest?

“Well, it depends. Sometimes I like to taste it and feel it spurt into my throat. I like the feel of it hot and warm, shooting into my mouth, but then sometimes I want to get dirty and sticky. I kind of like how you said it, letting it drool onto my tits and nipples and rubbing it in.” You swallow you drink, glance at me, and ask, “Would you rather lick pussy or do anal?”

“I don’t mind licking a girl, but I think I enjoy anal sex more. I get to come, and it feels so naughty slipping into a woman’s ass, especially if they’re into it. How about you?”

“Well, I don’t mind licking pussy, if she’ll give it back to me, and I’ve never had anal sex.

“Whoa, hold on, you’ve fooled around with another woman? And this is the first I hear in all the questions you’ve answered? I try to sound stunned but am extremely aroused at the thought of you in girl-girl action.

“I’ve experimented with same sex relationships; I’m mostly into guys though. It’s only happened a couple of times, hanging out with a friend, each of us getting turned on, one thing leads to another, and bam, you’re both naked with each other’s pussies in your faces. And by the way, women, have a better knack for it, as well as sucking on nipples, guys just get to greedy. It’s never happened with you and another guy? Be honest.”

“Nope, I’m complete hetero, there is no bi-curiosity going on here.

“None?”

“Zero. I’m into boobs and vaginas, not cocks. Women are just too much fun. So, do you like to dress up or have extra sexy lingerie you wear when you’re trying to turn some one on? And if so, do you have any with you?” I’m not sure if you’ll go along with me on this or where my boldness comes from, I just decide it’s worth a shot.

“Wow, why yes, I do have some lingerie I wear, and yes in fact have some with me, why do you ask? You giggle a bit but look at me as you ask your question.

“I dare you to put it on. Try on your favorite and show me what it looks like. I am hoping you’ll agree to this.

“We aren’t playing truth or dare here, you know. I might feel a little exposed, but if you say please, I might be convinced.” You look at me almost pleading I think, but it’s hard to tell in the darkened room.

“Please” I say, crossing my fingers.

“Okay, I’ll be right back.” You get off the bed and head back to the bathroom with one of your bags. I peel my jeans off and recover my self under a blanket on my side of the bed. I’ve noticed that during some of my answers, you may have been touching yourself under the blankets, but I’m not sure due to the darkness. Brazzers I’ve soaked the front of my underwear during my aroused state, and decide to just take them off all together. I don’t know if this will go any further, but if it does I’ll be ready. If not, I’ll have to come up with a good excuse for being naked from the waist down. At least the heat is still keeping up, it must be gas generated.

I hear you shuffling around in the bathroom and wondering what kind of outfit I’ll see you in. Suddenly the door opens and out you walk. Your arms are across your chest as you walk to the front of the bed, as you turn to stand directly in front of me, you place you hands on your hips, look directly at me and say,

“What do you think of this?” You’re wearing an open cupped, crotch less, red satin, mesh, I don’t know what it’s called but looks great thing and you look like my best wet dream come to life. Your pink nipples are hard, your breasts are perfect and large, and as best I can see in this light, completely shaved. I’m at a loss for words.

“Fantastic” I barely croak.

“Glad you like it, now I ‘m going to wrap myself back up in my blanket, ’cause I’m chilly. And my next question for you is, describe your favorite male female scene from one of those porn movies you watch.”

“Okay, let me think a minute. I watched this collection of scenes one time and I’ve never forgotten this one. I don’t know if it’s my favorite, but it sticks in my head. Okay, this couple is outside on the deck, partially clothed, the woman has her breasts fully exposed, nothing on below the waist, she’s got on foot up on a bench, he’s behind her, nailing her from the rear, just driving into her back and forth

“Wait, regular sex or anal?”

“Regular.” As I continue the recollection, I glance at you. Your eyes are closed, you’re leaning back on the pillows behind you, and I can see subtle movement under the blanket, where I speculate you’re touching yourself. ” So they’re going at it, with cutaways of them going at it, her breasts are bouncing, she’s moaning, he’s slipping his cock in and out, then they zip into close-ups where you just can see, her pussy, his dick, and shots of her ass. She grabs an ass cheek and spreads a bit while his big cock is ramming her. You know that it’s only a matter of time before that lubricated rod is going to move from her pussy to her ass. They show her tits swaying back and forth. More of him sliding it into her, then a change of position. He’s kind of leaning back in a sitting position, she’s sitting on him, with her back to him, and she’s lowering herself onto him, taking him anally.

She’s squealing and moaning, lowering herself onto him, saying she loves the feel of him in her, then starts squatting and lifting herself onto him rhythmically. You see her tits bouncing some more, she touches herself, all the while continually moving up and down on his dick. Once she rises up to far and has to guide him back in. She’s making all sorts of noise and sounds like she loves having sex this way. Again they change positions, she’s lying down, and he’s standing, stroking himself, the top of her head near the base of his dick, the tip near her mouth. You know that any second, he’s going to come all over her face, and sure enough he does. It all ends up near her mouth, she licks her lips, and he rests his cock on her mouth. She starts licking and sucking him, coating his length with come, slurping him into his mouth, then the picture fades.” I notice your eyes are still closed and motions haven’t stopped.

“Tell me another, you ask, briefly opening you eyes, but not stopping your activity. Another good one.”

“Let me think. Okay, here we go. There’s a woman lying on her bed, naked, one hand between her legs rubbing herself, the other fondling a breast, pinching her nipple. You can see that she’s really enjoying herself. She continues her activities until a man appears at her door. She’s surprised by his appearance, but lets him enter, and then the action starts. She begins by sucking him off, wrapping her hands and lips around his cock, stroking and sucking him. She alternately between deep-throating him and uses her hands in a twisting motion along the length of his dick. She lets saliva and come drool from her mouth as she continues to service him.”

I interrupt my monologue to glimpse at you. I see you continue to touch yourself lazily, as if mimicking the description I’ve just given. I continue.

“So they change positions, and he’s ramming into her, she’s on her back, he’s on top, and both her legs are pinned over her head. With this positioning, you can see every thrust into her wet pussy, she’s moaning and whimpering, asking for more. They alternate camera angles, close-ups of the action, wider angles to see her face. This goes on for a while, then she’s on top, with more of the same, her tits are bouncing, she’s sliding up and down his cock, he’s burying it deep into her by thrusting every time she rocks back into him, they do more of the close-ups, and then they switch positions again. His cock is between her breasts, she’s kneeling, and he’s tit fucking her. In a few thrusts, he spurts all over chest, but keeps going, getting his cocky sticky with come. After he’s covered, she grabs him and directs him to her mouth, where she licks and sucks him clean.”

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