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

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

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

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

“Do I know Leon?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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By way of introduction…

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

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

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

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

Musings on The Kinneret

She wrote…

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I am waiting…”

“But Honey!”

“NO BUTS!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

He wrote…

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Was it rigshee?” Whomp

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

“Give me your answer now.”

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

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

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

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

“Annikki, I need your answer.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Oh!……”

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

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

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

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

“I think you’re ready now. Are you? “

“Y y yes, Sir. I I I’m ready.”

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

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

“Who’s in charge here?”

“You are, Sir.”

“Then I make the correction decisions, right?”

“Yes, sa Sir…please, Sir.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Now I have a love chore for you”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

What, oh what will happen next, I thought.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He nodded. “I understand.”

She pushed her mother down the hall.

* * *

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

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

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

“Make friends with her over my dead body.”

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

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

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

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

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

“Shh, here they come.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“No!” The two older ladies said together.

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

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

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

* * *

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

She looked at Melissa with a smirk on her face.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Play went quickly with the number of wins about even.

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

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

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

Layla and Harry glanced at each other.

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

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

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

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

* * *

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I’d like some decaf coffee.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Good, is seven thirty too early? “

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

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

* * *

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Does your hesitation have a meaning?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

They stood kissing for a long time.

Harry rubbed, scratched, and massaged her back.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He moved lower and looked into her eyes with yearning.

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

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

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

His experience was obvious as he tickled her pubic hair.

“That tickles,” she giggled.

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

“That tickles,” she giggled again.

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

She moaned. “You do that so well.”

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

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

His finger circled her honey button over and over.

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

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

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

“Wait till I put on a condom.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

He stopped.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He gave her what both of them wanted.

* * *

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

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

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

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

They exchanged hugs and kisses with each other.

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

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

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

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

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

Everyone laughed.

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

END

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Wandering the streets of New Orleans, I guess they are called rues here, I am as depressed as the hurricane beaten neighborhood through which I stroll. The ornate sarcophaguses are further reminiscent of my meaningless life. Born in an up and coming neighborhood, I abandoned the cultural expectations to strive for power and greed by embarking on a spiritual journey at the age of 14. Of course my parents would never agree to such a thing, thus, I ran away to Cuba.

Che was as long dead as was the summer of love and his hopes for Caribbean communist utopia. The Cuba I found was as void of idealism as it was of the pirates of years gone by. The beautiful dark bronze bodies fought to stave off starvation rather than for Libre. I was similarly crushed in finding no Zen in the washing of dishes for 3,000 Tibetan monks. I found no Celestine road map while wondering cold and dirty over the Andean mountains of Peru.

I had however, apparently found a mosquito, one carrying malaria no less, when my excursion dipped down into banana trees before climbing up the steep path to Machu Picchu. Having collapsed within the ancient stone structures, I awoke from a coma back in Duluth, Minnesota; the home from which I had ran almost 10 years prior. Confusion reigned as darkness was eclipsed by a waking mixture of images to include my childhood room, the erotic feel of a sponge bathing my testicles, and my mother’s caring face.

Mom commenced to nursing me back to health as Father began teaching me the mundane details of our family business, shipping cargo over the great lakes. With the acceptance that nirvana had eluded me, business success did not. Each of the projects dad entrusted to me succeeded astoundingly. I soon was surpassing his knowledge in the business and was pushing beyond previous barriers which had held us back. One such boundary for us was expansion beyond the great lakes. Thus, my presence in New Orleans auditing escort güngören our recently purchased Mississippi River Shipping Company corporate offices.

New Orleans; where everything of culture and spirituality is for sale. Souls up for sale, a concept which I would meditate upon, had I not abandoned that practice. Could I actually purchase that which I had thought beyond the power of the dollar? The creole (meaning homemade) cooking was heavenly. Big Mama, was selling her heart by the plate to customers lining up outside her restaurant. The pain, the pleasure of the soul exuding from street musicians, for the low, low price of putting a dollar into their hat. Tourists purchased release from the confines of their restrictive social standards by baring their breasts in exchange for beads. A religious practice gone as wild as the girls on Bourbon Street.

With a smile on my face and the flashing of breasts in every conceivable size and shape freshly emblazoned in my mind, I stepped into a touristy voodoo shop on the edge of Storyville. This area of town was well known for the high end brothels of yester year. The area conveyed an appearance that the experience still might be found behind the veil of neon. The voodoo shop held the same promise, behind the rubber skulls and pin pierced dolls might one find the soul of the famous practitioner the store is named after? Thus spawned my answer to the simple inquiry of “How might I help you?” “I am here to purchase pleasure, enlightenment, love, and eternity.”

Once again, I slowly awoke to a kaleidoscope of confusion: Who’s bed am I in? Why are my hands tied? The smooth sponge again washing my testicles and bringing my cock to erection. Rather than my mother, this time a beautiful mullata woman is the source of my erection. This time rather than releasing my cock from her hand with sheepish embarrassment, as my mother bayan escort had, Miss Eve continued to caress my cock whispering in my ear: “Relax, release control, … I am your spirit guide, I am your goddess, … I will teach you, you will worship me, … relax, submit”

Relaxing and allowing my eyes to close I lost a conscious level of awake or sleep, real or dream, physical or spiritual. “They are one and the same. Don’t question. Feel it, learn it.” The room was filled with mist yet I could see clearer than I have ever seen before. My tethers no longer held me bound as I felt like I was floating above the bed, first out of my body only for it to catch up. Looking to the mystically beautiful Miss Eve I noticed her clothing to be an erotic African tribal wear. No, it was the rags of a slave, but provocative and revealing in the right places. … Or rather a toga of a goddess, pure and white but certainly not chaste.

“Release time, release place, release the labels, they hold us no longer.” Miss Eve had no clothes on at all, simply clothed in her beauty. What she is, what she was, what she will be … was coming from within, rather than what she had on. Miss eve was the embodiment of perfection. Reaching out I felt her hair; long, dark, curly, the exotic look and feel of a mullata bringing arousal and hunger to my groin. Within my hand I felt the warmth become cool. Miss Eve’s skin had paled as a gorgeous tall, blond, vikingesque woman stood before me. Her blue eyes turning green accompanied a heat emanating from her now red hair accompanying a fiery attitude.

The beauty I now held in my arms enraptured me as I lay her upon the bed. Miss Eve embodied all women and every woman. She was the mother of all men, she was the lover of all men. I could see and feel my mother in my arms, the Cubana who took my virginity, the geisha who stole my heart, every woman I knew, every woman I had escort güneşli held, every woman I had desired.

I made love to Miss Eve for hours, feeling and kissing every part of her body, only for it to change. I kissed a small Oriental breast, nibbling and sucking her sensitive brown nipple as she squirmed underneath me. Seconds later my head was being pressed forcefully against a large Germanic breast with hard, swollen, and pale pink nipples. I entered a young sparsely haired pussy of a virgin just coming of age, closing my eyes in the rapture of her tightness. I opened my eyes with my cock buried in the thickly bushed pussy of my mother who I used to spy upon as she bathed. Rather than the timid body and arms I first felt, I was now pulled tight against the always loving, forgiving breast I suckled over two decades ago.

Each body part was perfection in and of itself: Heaven can be found in the large bubble shaped ass from Brazil. Small breasts with youthful puffy nipples. Large breasts with nipples elongated from breastfeeding children. The tight, the wet, the hairy, the shaved, … simply the pussy. A woman’s pussy is the source of life, the source of pleasure, and even the source giving man the ability to become a creator. I felt each of these individually while making love. These different aspects of womanhood reeled through my mind as I felt my balls tighten, my toes curl, eyes roll back, my cock was buried in the perfection we call pussy. My ecstasy was becoming complete, finding what I thought was Nirvana in a mind blowing orgasm.

Collapsing exhausted into the arms of Miss Eve, I felt a woman under me rather than a sum of the parts. Instead of fucking a pussy, I had just loved a woman. As each part is perfect, each woman is perfect. Miss Eve who lay beneath me with my sperm swimming to unite with her egg, is all perfect. She is perfect as Asian, Hispanic, Caucasian, African, Native American and she is perfect in the mixed race Mullata who’s arms I lay in.

Falling into sleep, I find peace in the knowledge that spiritual fulfillment comes not in a world wide quest, but from women: Loving your mother, finding a life partner as a wife, caring for and protecting a daughter. Eve is God’s capstone creation.

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I have to tell you about the second time with my Asian neighbor, Lynn. As hot as it was, it wasn’t as good as it would get by our fourth or fifth time, but I still have to tell you.

It took about two days before I saw Lynn again after our first sexual encounter. She had come over to borrow an egg but she left with a little bit more. We had been watching the first episode of Californication when we somehow started kissing. After a few minutes, I, a married man, put my fingers inside of her and made her cum. While I felt bad about it a little later, I was able to reason with myself that I deserved what happened (even though Lynn didn’t make me cum). My wife, Sam, and I don’t have sex often and even when we do, it’s just part of the motions of being married. We’ve talked about it but nothing ever changes.

I apologize for getting off topic. So, after our sexual episode I didn’t see Lynn outside with her dogs for another two days (and trust me, I was going outside quite a bit hoping I would see her again).

On the morning of the third day, however, I noticed Lynn from my window saying goodbye to her husband. I instantly stood up and reached for the leash. The sound of the shower was still running (my wife was getting ready for work), so I had a brief moment to spare.

A few seconds later, I was outside with my dog and began walking in the direction of Lynn’s house. I quickly looked up and noticed Lynn wearing sexy aqua-green lingerie. It fit perfectly around her curved body. The lingerie went down to her knees and showed off her C-sized breasts. She wasn’t as skinny as my wife but she looked extremely sexy. I looked up at her beautiful brown eyes and they seemed to sparkle in the warm Florida sun.

At that point, she waved to me with a smile on her face. I waved back but stood still; I was a bit nervous about what to do next. Luckily, she took command (as she often would in our future sexual encounters).

She felt no qualm about the way she was dressed in public. I felt a bit queasy a few seconds, however, due to the short distance between the two of us. She was standing about five or six feet away, half-naked, talking to me – a man who wasn’t her husband. I looked around to see if anyone else was outside yet, but noticed that most of my neighbors already left for work. I also looked up at my window, worried how I would explain this to my wife if she saw Lynn and I talking.

“Hey, David,” Lynn said softly.

“Hey, Lynn,” I stammered while looking again at my window.

“Oh, I’m sorry,” Lynn exclaimed trying to cover her breasts up with her hands. “I don’t want you to get in trouble with Sam.”

“Yeah. I probably should go back inside,” I replied escort mahmutbey while taking a few steps backwards.

“Well, if you want you could come over to watch another episode of Californication. I bought it after I watched it with you the other day,” Lynn said while running her hand through her long black hair.

“Yeah, I’ll see what I can do,” I said while heading back inside.

“Bye. It was nice seeing you again!” Lynn exclaimed while I closed the door behind me.

I walked up the stairs and looked around to see where my wife was. My heart was beating quickly but slowed down when I finally found her in the bathroom.

“Hey, babe,” Sam said while blow-drying her hair.

“Hey,” I replied while walking up to her.

“Where were you at?” She asked as I kissed her gently on her neck.

“Uh, just on the computer checking my e-mail like I do every morning” I answered her (the lies were starting to come a little easier now as we have been married for almost 4 years).

After about ten minutes or so, my wife left for work and I remained home. Don’t worry, I’m not a bum (well, not a complete bum), I work part-time and I am also taking five classes at our local college.

I then brushed my teeth and began to argue with myself about whether I should go to Lynn’s place or not. I was more on the no side, but my penis was the yes side. As usual, my penis won the argument.

Five minutes later, I was walking across the road to Lynn’s house, passing an egg back and forth in my hands. (Yeah, I know it was sort of corny, but hey, that’s what I am).

I knocked on the door and waited impatiently for Lynn to answer. At that point I got a little scared; I began to worry about what I would do if her husband came home early from work. Just as I started to turn around, the door swung open. Lynn was standing there, looking just as gorgeous as she did when I first saw her that morning. She was still wearing the same lingerie, though her hair was now up in a sort of bun.

“Glad you could come over,” Lynn said with the biggest smile on her face. “What’s that in your hand?” she asked with a confused look.

“It’s an egg. I thought you might need it,” I replied. I immediately felt stupid holding that egg. Luckily, and as usual, she laughed in return. (I really think that was another reason I would see her more often in the future – she made me feel positive, like I was needed).

“Come on in,” she said while walking to the kitchen.

I closed the door behind me and rushed to catch up with her. As I stepped in the kitchen area I looked around to see what her place looked like. It was eskort actually pretty nice. She had plush-white carpet with light gray walls. It looked just like a decorated house on HGTV.

“Your place looks real nice,” I said while leaning over the kitchen counter. “I don’t know how my wife could help you decorate. It looks like you don’t really need it.”

“Thanks. I just love the way your place is set up. It just has that “rich” feeling to it that I really want in here,” Lynn replied while pouring herself a cup of coffee. “Would you like some?”

“No thanks, I don’t drink coffee,” I replied.

“Oh, Ok,” she said while walking out of the kitchen. “Do you want a quick tour?”

“Sure,” I replied earnestly.

She showed me around the house and everything was normal, until we came to the master bedroom that is. No, nothing sexual happened. But, I did notice something on her bed.

“Oh, I’m sorry,” she said nervously while grabbing the 12-inch purple object from the bed and putting it in her night stand. “Let’s get out of here,” she said as she pushed me out of the room.

“That’s ok, Lynn, my wife has one of those too,” I said in return, though feeling a bit odd about mentioning my wife.

It was silent for a few minutes after that, though you would think after our first sexual encounter we would be able to talk about a silly vibrator.

We sat down on her L-shaped couch; I on one side, her on the other.

“Let’s watch the show!” Lynn said excitingly while turning on the television. She put the DVD in and the second episode less than a minute later.

I remained silent. Why? Because that’s what I do when I’m nervous. After a few minutes into the show, she placed her feet on my lap. Not realizing where I was, I started rubbing one of her smooth brown feet (I rub my wife’s feet almost every night at home so it was a natural response).

After a few seconds of rubbing, I remembered suddenly where I was. Ok, I am rubbing Lynn’s feet. This is kind of weird. I continued, however, because I love to make women happy.

I stopped after a few minutes and continued watching the show. Her feet were still in my lap, however, and she began to move one foot slowly around my crotch. I closed my eyes and imagined her sucking my dick. At the same time, she continued the foot foreplay.

Lynn’s foot moved up and down my thigh. It felt absolutely wonderful. My dick began to harden and could be seen through my blue shorts. I looked over to her and she was smiling while nibbling on the tip of her finger. I continued looking into her dark brown eyes while she continued moving her foot along my thigh.

Then out of nowhere she escort sultangazi said: “Take your shorts off.”

I could feel my heart beat even faster as I followed through with her command. I slowly peeled my shorts off and they fell to the floor hugging my ankles.

“I want it all off,” she commanded in her sexy voice.

I squirmed around while sliding my boxers down to the floor. I continued to sit there, expressionless, wearing only a white t-shirt.

She smiled and I immediately felt her soft foot against my fully erect penis. She moved her foot up and down my shaft and began moaning softly. She then traced her toes down my shaft and gracefully moved them back up. My penis stood at full-attention while she grazed her big toe against the tip of my dick. It felt so damn good. This was the first time any woman touched my cock with their feet. I wanted so badly to cum (and, hell, I deserved it after last time).

Her moaning grew louder as she slipped her slim finger deep into her mouth. I could hear the wetness of the movement and it turned me on even more. With her other hand she pulled her lingerie top down so that her breasts would be exposed. Her breasts looked perfect in the dim light. Her nipples were erect and as hard as my dick. I wanted so bad to touch them, but I wanted her to be in control.

She then sat up straight and moved closer to me. Our legs were touching, once again, and it felt so natural and oh so right. She then moved her right hand and touched my inner thighs. At the same time, she began to kiss my neck. She gently used her moist lips to travel up and down my neck. Fuck, it felt good. Her hand moved slowly towards my dick. She placed one of her fingers on the tip and began making a circular motion. She then forcefully grabbed my dick with her warm hand and began to move her hand up and down. She started slowly and then began to pick up speed.

Her moans became even louder as she rubbed up and down my cock. She continued kissing my neck and then, all of a sudden, her wet tongue began to travel across my cheekbone. Eventually, her tongue met my ear and, for some reason, I exclaimed: “I’m about to cum.”

Her moans grew louder as she moved her hand up and down my hard dick. Just as I was about to jizz all over myself, her hand suddenly stopped. I shivered in my seat as I expected a release.

“Not today,” she said to me while kissing me softly in my ear. “Not today,” she repeated. She then stood up and fixed her lingerie. She walked to the kitchen and I watched as her ass moved back and forth. God, she looked so sexy. I wanted to fuck the shit out of her. I actually thought about finishing myself off, but she looked back and said, “No, not today” and opened the front door.

“Fuck,” I said under my breath. I stood up and put my clothes back on. I walked outside and went back home to finish myself off – again. After I finished, I thought about what had just happened. I vowed that next time Lynn would make me cum. Luckily, she would.

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Dear readers; a few months ago I asked your help to fashion the direction of my story. With your many e-mails and comments, this is the resulting story. I hope you enjoy it. As always I hope you stroke yourself while reading.

Jay

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The next morning I felt reborn. I woke next to the naked, deeply sleeping love of my life. Our lives had changed that night. I lived out the lustful fantasies of my dreams. I licked my cum from my wife’s vagina at her urging. She sucked my cock until I ejaculated in her mouth. We shared the taste of my cum, I licked her open vagina and her ass from behind her. She fucked both her holes with a nine inch dildo. My wife; my Linneylovelace.

What a difference a day makes.

I stepped into the shower without waking her, put on a robe and went down to the kitchen to make coffee. I thought about telling her that I was Jay Richards…but then I thought; this worked out so well, why tell her now? Who knows what else I could learn? She thoroughly enjoyed herself; she took control and guided me to do what she desired, why screw with that? As I was having these thoughts, I heard the shower and knew she was up. I put some croissants in the oven and scrambled some eggs. Today was a work day and we had to get going.

A few minutes later she came downstairs, also in a bathrobe, her hair wrapped in a towel. She smiled at me with a great big beautiful smile. She came into my arms, lifted her face to me and we kissed in a deep and wanton kiss.

“I want you to know that last night was not a dream,” she said as she pulled on the tie to my robe causing it to fall open. She kept her eyes on me as she slid to her knees and lifted my penis to her mouth. I became instantly hard. She took me deep into her mouth and sucked me as the coffee dripped into the carafe. She placed her hands on my buttocks and mouth fucked me there in the kitchen. I couldn’t believe what was happening. Her mouth was so wet on my cock the pleasure was mounting, but now I wanted to give her something too. I pulled my cock from her mouth before I came.

“Now let me.” I said as I kissed her and opened her robe. She smelled wonderful from her shower, like flowers. Her breasts were magnificent. I kissed and licked and sucked them as she threw her head back and moaned as I sucked her. I turned her towards the kitchen table and had her bend over on it, and offer her upturned cleanly waxed vagina and ass to me. She giggled as she stepped her feet apart and leaned forward.

“And now I’m going to show you that last night was no dream either,” I said as I dropped to my knees behind her and began to lick her ass globes and the crevice of her ass. She stepped wider apart and raised her ass high, offering her opened vagina to me. I licked wide broad strokes over her open hole, up to her ass and down again. I placed my mouth over her cunt and lashed my tongue over her clitoris, licking and sucking it. She pushed back and humped my mouth, moaning for me to please fuck her.

Not wanting to disappoint a pleading lady I stood up and slid my dripping cock into her hot sucking openness. She groaned as she pushed back into me, “oh god I love it, I love when you fuck me this way, fuck me hard…hard! Fill me with your hot cum baby.”

Again, just from hearing her dirty talk, I ejaculated deep inside her in a matter of moments. “Yess yes, fill me shoot your cream.” I kept fucking her until I felt her shake and quiver. There we were naked in the kitchen panting as if we’d run a marathon, bathrobes on the floor. I smelled the croissants burning. I pulled out of her and ran to the stove to save them. She laughed at the scene of my still hard cock swaying as I ran to save breakfast.

We soon dressed, ate and parted for work separately after kissing goodbye, something else we had stopped doing. After she pulled away from the house, I pulled escort türbanlı to the side of the street and parked. I took out my I-phone and logged into Literotica. I sent a note to Linneylovelace. “Hi Linney, just passing by- hope your night went well as you were hoping. Remember I’m here for you either way. Jay.” I logged out and continued off to work.

Later that day, we both arrived home at about the same time-she first. We shared our day as we prepared dinner. As it turned out we needed Italian bread and a few other things so I went out again to the supermarket. As I returned home about a half hour later, my phone notified me that Linney had just replied to my message. “Hi Jay, nice to see your note. I don’t know how to begin. It was like you suggested. Everything went that way. I trusted my husband to accept me and to open up to him. Boy did I open up to him! I opened my vagina, my ass and my mouth. He lowered his pajamas and displayed his hard cock while I gave him a one woman show. Then finally as I was fucking myself with Oscar, I asked him if he wanted to lick me, and wow did he! He licked my holes like a starving man, and finally like you said, after he fucked me he kept his promise and ate the cum out of me- then later on he fucked my mouth too. Thank you Jay, for showing me the way. I am so happy now; I don’t know what can possibly be in store for me.”

I was floored. The note made me so happy- I thought of a response immediately. “Linney, what good news, I’m very glad for you. What’s next, who knows? Did you touch his ass by the way? With your finger, dildoe or anything? Just asking, it’s a well known desire that men can never say, but a man who will lick your ass and eat his cum from you will want to be ass fucked. It’s well known by us hetero men. So as long as you’re awakening, maybe explore that idea? Jay.”

I put away the phone, grabbed my groceries and headed into the house. I don’t know what came over me, yes this was my desire but I never thought I’d be introducing it to Lynn’s experience this way. It just seemed…to be working I guess you might say, so why not continue to play it out. Eventually I thought I would have to reveal all to Lynn, but she seemed to be loving it too.

She was upstairs when I came into the kitchen. I put the bread on the cutting board and stowed the rest of the things I’d bought.

After dinner, we sat together with our wine glasses on the couch. It was about nine o’clock when Lynn said “I have to get up early.”

“Me too I said, I think I’ll hit the shower.”

“Hmmm shower before bed eh? What’s on your mind?” She laughed.

“You’ll see.” I said as I got off the couch, kissed her and headed upstairs. I had decided earlier in the day that after seeing how she was waxed from hole to hole, at least I could shave my pubes for her. I thought she’d like that. I got into the shower with my scissor and razor and a can of shaving cream. I trimmed with the scissor first, then applied the cream. I shaved carefully, though it took a while. I even went as far around the back as I could. By the time I finished I was amazed at how sexual it felt. I applied after shave balm that smelled really nice, and stepped into my bathrobe.

When I entered the bedroom, it was like last night, all lit with candles and a glass of wine. Lynn had been in her personal shower too, but had apparently finished earlier. She was lying under a sheet and patted the bed beside her. I sat down and leaned back into the pillows as she rolled to my side. We kissed deeply and slowly. Her tongue licked the inside of my mouth as she reached into my robe and stroked my nipples. They hardened instantly as my penis rose and thickened. “Mmmm I love your hard nipples, I would like to lick you there,” she said as she nuzzled her mouth down my neck to my chest. “So what were you doing in there so long?” She asked escorts istanbul as she licked my hard nipple and pulled on the tie to my robe allowing it to drop open and release my rising bald penis. She slid her hand down my stomach as she nibbled me, and discovered my naked balls. “Oh my mister, what do we have here? Shaved balls and cock? My my, how far down does it go?”

“All the way,” I said reaching for her breasts. I pulled on her nipples enough to make her eyes close with pleasure. “Lie back,” she said, “I want to feel you.”

I lay back and drew up my knees slightly exposing my cock and balls. She cupped my balls in one hand as she stroked my hardness with her other hand. “Mmmm I want to explore some more. May I?”

“Yes you may,” I said as she nudged my legs farther apart opening me down to my ass. She slid her fingers along my smooth skin to where I had shaved away my ass hair. My asshole was a few millimeters away from her fingertips. She went further and I felt her fingertips slide over my smooth asshole. I reflexively opened myself to her touching, turning pushing towards her fingers, I whimpered, “Oh yes.”

“Oh really? Do you want that baby, do you like that there? Tell me what you want me to do baby.”

“Stroke me there, touch me there.” I urged.

“Where? Say it– say it more clearly; say the dirty words that you want me to do.” She said, fully in charge of the situation, making my cock throb.

“Touch my asshole, finger fuck my ass. Fuck my ass,” I said quivering with excitement.

“You are asking me to go further, not to stop. You want me to explore your asshole.”

“Yes oh god yes.”

‘Oh god yes what? You must say it again. Be very dirty.”

“Please, fuck me in the ass.” I whimpered.

“With what?” She said innocently as she stroked my hardness with her other hand.

“Anything, your finger; please oh please.”

She smiled and turned to squeeze some lube on her fingertip, and applied it to my hole. She applied it in small circles slowly, applying light pressure as she pressed her finger into my ass. Soon she slipped past my sphincter and was inside. I groaned. My cock leaked pre cum as she licked my nipple and began to finger fuck my asshole. I reached down and stroked my cock. “Like that?” She said. She took her mouth off my nipple and wiped a drop of my pre cum with her other fingertip. She wiped the pre-cum on my lips. “Taste yourself, taste your dripping cock.”

I licked my lips and her fingertip as she fed me more and continued to finger my asshole. “Uhhh oh yes, oh yes. Deepe…r deeper,” I moaned.

She bit my nipple as she pushed the full length of her finger into my ass, and began to fuck me with long strokes. As I was in sexual bliss, she said something, like ‘wait a moment…’and withdrew her finger. She rolled across the bed, and withdrew something from under her pillow, then rolled back. This time she said “open your eyes.” I did so weakly, quivering, my cock leaking pre cum as I saw she was holding a seven inch cock. I remembered that years ago we bought it from an on line catalogue, her first vibrator. “Do you want this? Do you want to be fucked with this?”

“Yes,” I said “please.”

She pushed my legs apart and applied lube to the vibrator. She took the tip of my penis in her mouth and licked as she placed the head of the dildoe at my ass and pressed gently. I opened my legs and drew my knees up giving her access to my ass.

“Oh yes baby, give it up to me, give me your tight ass to fuck. Command me, tell me your desires while I fuck you.”

“Fuck me in the ass with your hard dildo baby, I want to be ass fucked by you. I wish you had a cock too, a cock you could fuck me with and shoot cum on my face and in my mouth.”I brought my knees up to my chest as she lubed the vibrator dildo.

“Here it comes baby, I’m going to fuck your ass,” escort olgun she hissed. “Had I known- I would have bought a strap on cock for your ass.” Do you want that? Do you want me to get a strap on to fuck your ass with? She pressed the vibrator into my ass easily. I was a little surprised by how full I felt but the feeling passed and I was loving the cock like thing in my ass. She began a slow fucking rhythm as I moaned my pleasure.

“Oh god yes, oh god I want that, I’d do anything to make that happen,” I said.

“Jerk your cock off as I fuck you babe, and if you’re lucky maybe you’ll shoot your cream all the way up to your face, would you like that, would you like to cum on your own face? Because you’re going to eat it you know, if you squirt cum while I am fucking your ass you are going to eat it all just like you licked your cream out of my vagina last night. From now on that is going to be your desert. Say you agree or I’ll stop fucking you now,” she teased.

For a second, she stopped fucking me and I panicked. “Yes,” I said “make me cum on my face, I will open my mouth and help you to make me shoot cum and fill my mouth.”( I actually never thought I could shoot that far but saying it felt so dirty and being made to say it by my once estranged wife was more thrilling.)

I continued to jerk my cock as she fucked my ass. I began to finger fuck her vagina with my other hand. She was so wet and slippery and she begged me to finger fuck her deeper with more fingers. “I’mm gonna cum, I’m gonna squirt,” I said as I felt the ejaculation start.

“Shoot it to your face baby, open your mouth, eat your cream… eat it.” I began to shoot as she fucked my ass. I clenched down onto the dildoe as I squirted, forcing it out of me. My cum shot out about a foot,, almost to my chin. I kept four fingers inside her as I squirted. Lynn quickly scooped up some hot cum and pressed her hand over my mouth, feeding the pungent cum to me as I lay panting. I licked it off her hand, and she quickly covered my mouth with hers and shared a cummy kiss as my cock continued to throb.

“Yumm, I love kissing you in such a dirty way.”

“Cunt fuck my face, fuck my face now,” I begged. “Oh Yeah¸” Lynn said as she climbed over me and straddled my face with her open vagina. I gripped her hips as she held onto the headboard and she ground her pussy all over my mouth. I tongue fucked her as she humped me. I licked and sucked her hole, making my tongue like a penis and causing her to fuck my face. I lifted her higher and licked her ass as she screamed her joy. “Lick my hole, eat my holes. Oh baby I’m going to cum on your face….”

“Do it do it baby, fuck my face like you fucked my ass. Cum on my face god I want to lick your sweet cum. Feed me your girl cum.”

Now she was pressing down, rubbing her open vagina on my mouth and my nose. I searched for her open hole with my stiff tongue as I felt her quiver and quake as she shrieked, “oh god oh god I’m cumming.” I licked as a warm flush washed over my face. I licked and sucked and ate her cream until she was so sensitive that he had to lift up. She slid down onto my softening cock and filled her cunt with me. We kissed deep and lustfully, still tasting each other’s cum. I licked and nibbled her hanging breasts. I sucked her nipples and felt myself get harder inside her. “Oooh mister, I think you aren’t done yet,” she moaned.

She sat back and began to fuck herself on my softening cock. She lifted one breast and licked her own nipple. I got harder still.

“Do you like sucking your own nipples, do you?” I said soon fully hard again.

“Oh yes I like my nipples sucked, now I can do it to myself in front of you.”

“Suck them baby while I fuck you.”

“Oh good your cock is so good in me, cum in me while I lick my own nipples for you. Then you’ll have some more desert baby.”

She fucked herself on my cock with pure joy, but having cum twice in such a short time, I couldn’t cum a third time. She lie down next to me and cuddled with me and began to sleep. I was going to say something to her about how daring she was to touch my ass, and I wondered how she knew I would like that ¬but I didn’t and soon we both were in a blissful sleep.

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The story I am about to tell is a true story that happened to me a few years back. I was going through a painful divorce at the time and wasn’t getting my share of pussy lately. In the office where I worked, there was this girl that worked in the accounts department which was quite a looker. She had long black hair, tall and thin in size but had some great looking bosoms, ample and stunning to look at. The fact that I was in operations and she was in accounts, we very rarely spoke to one another as our paths hardly crossed.

I never knew that she had an interest in me and she never showed it either because she felt being a married man, there would not be any chance of having a relationship between us. One day, she came into my office to clarify some project accounts and she must have seen me upset and built up the courage within her to ask me what was wrong. When she heard about my divorce, she expressed her sympathy for the hardship I was going through and offered me some company if I wanted it. Now, I have noticed her in the past too, and have also wondered what it would feel like ramming my dick up her cunt, but because I was a married man, I just brushed such thoughts off my mind. Now that I was a ‘partially’ free man, I wasted no time in taking up her offer.

That evening, we went out for drinks at a local pub and just spent the time chatting and getting to know one another. She gave me a kiss on the cheek when I sent her home and that was that for the evening. The next day, I was in her office waiting for her to finish up her work as we were planning to go out for dinner and drinks. We were alone in the office and were enjoying each other’s company. I was sitting on her chair’s armrest while leaning back against the backrest. From my vintage point of view, I could look down her blouse and was admiring the silky smooth skin of her breasts. Indeed she had great cleavage and it was giving me such a hard on. I offered to massage her shoulder and as I was doing so, I teasingly told her how great her breasts looked from where I was looking. To my surprise, she giggled and encouraged me to keep looking! I proceeded to massage her back and inch-by-inch advanced my hands towards her ample boobies. Seeing that she was not offering any resistance, I finally cupped her breasts from the back holding them in my hands from the bottom pushing them up to expose more cleavage. She gasped in surprise but looked into my eyes and smiled at me lovingly.

“Do you like my breasts?” she asked. I was over the moon with excitement and could only nod my head in submission. I started to gently squeeze each breast whilst twigging each nipple though her thin bra. escort bayrampaşa I could tell she was enjoying it as her nipples were starting to protrude out and getting quite erect to the touch. She unbutton her blouse and when her blouse was loose enough, she took one of my hands, guided it inside her blouse, pulled her left boob out of the confinement of her bra and placed my hand on it. It felt so smooth and hot in my hand and it was indeed big for a woman her size. I continued to massage her boobs while kissing her passionately on her lips. Soon her bosoms were heaving with excitement and she was gasping between kisses with anticipation.

By now, my dick was hard as a rock and aching to burst free from my crotch. I took her hand and placed it on my crotch and to my surprise, she pulled her hand away. It was only then that she told me I was the first guy to have access to her breasts, let alone be allowed to ravage them! I told her not to be afraid and we would go slow and gentle so that she can have a great first time experience. Needless to say, our plans to go for drinks have been cancelled for the day. I asked if she was willing to see my dick and she quietly nodded her head. I started to remove my belt buckle and unzipped my trousers. Whilst doing so, I noticed she had her eyes shut tight! When I pulled my dick out of my underwear, she refused to open her eyes, so I took her hand and brought down it to my throbbing shaft. She grasped it tightly the moment her hand came in contact with it and let a gasp pass her lips doing so. A few seconds later she opened her eyes and was shocked to see my throbbing purple knob staring just inches away from her face. She looked and it and instinctively brought her lips to it and gave it a peck on the opening slit which was already moist with pre-cum. She licked her lips to taste the juice and claimed it was a little bit salty but nice to taste.

She took her time to look at my knob, the length of my shaft, the balls beneath it and also the pubic hair around it. She was totally turned on by the smell of my pubic hair as she just couldn’t stop taking long deep sniffs of it. She experimented licking the length of my shaft, liking the salty taste and licking off the pre-cum at the tip of my knob. Soon she was taking the knob into her mouth trying to suck up any juice still in my dick and before I know it, she was giving me one heck of a vigorous blowjob! She took the entire length of my throbbing shaft into her mouth, gagging a few times but relentlessly throating it to its base so that she can sniff the aroma of my bush. Alternating her mouth with her eskort hand, she was shafting my dick in a fabulous combination of blowjob/masturbation that I thought was only possible in the blue films! She was determined to make me come but wanted to have me come in her mouth so that she can have her first taste of a man’s come. It did not take long to have her wishes come true as I exploded in a mind-boggling orgasm spurting loads after loads of cum into her mouth down her throat!

I could see that she was struggling to gobble it all down but her determination paid off for her as she didn’t allow a single drop of semen spill out. She continued to suck my dick dry and finally licked it all clean and glistening with her saliva. She was curious how my semen left a tingling feeling in her throat and said she would want more of it if possible. I told her that it was my turn to return the favor and knelt down in between her legs. She was reluctant to open her legs as she claims she was still a virgin and was not sure if she was prepared to lose it just yet. I coaxed her slowly by telling her she does not need to lose her virginity that night as I was planning to fuck her with my tongue and not my dick. That way, she will still be a virgin and I will not take her virginity away until she is ready for it in the future. She was still afraid but after convincing her that I would stop if she didn’t like it or felt any pain, she quietly agreed and slowly pulled up her skirt to her waist, exposing her pink laced panties with her legs apart for me to look at.

Gently, I stroked her thighs and took her feet to my face. I must say here, that I have a serious fetish for feet and smelling the soles of each of her feet and between her toes got my dick throbbing again. She was getting excited looking at me suck each of her toes, licking the soles of her feet and sniffing them at the same time. I could see she was getting wet as her panties was developing a dark patch at the crotch. I went over to her crotch and started sniffing at her wet patch and to my amazement, it smelt very pleasant indeed. Hooking the panties with my fingers and pulling them down over her feet, I took another sniff at her pussy and went completely berserk with lust and desire for her pussy. I have never smelt a pussy so nice as I have with hers. I’ve had other pussies before but they were never virgins and they all have to a certain extent so kind of fishy smell about them. My ex-wife’s pussy was the strongest fish smelling pussy I’ve ever had. But here was a girl, who has been in the office the whole day and yet still smelt so great without needing wash first!

I couldn’t escort gaziosmanpaşa control myself anymore and totally indulged myself with some serious pussy eating! She was going hysterical with pleasure as she has never experienced her pussy being eaten before and I was too engrossed with her lovely pussy to even care if she could handle it. She had lovely thick lips on each side of her clit with a fully erected clitoris protruding out screaming to be ravaged. I teased her clitoris with my tongue until she was weak in the knees and finally took it within my lips and sucked on it while flickering it my tongue until she came in a really loud orgasm. She was so weak but I was relentless in my attacks on her pussy with my tongue. She had flooded her vagina with her love juice and my tongue was busy darting in and out of her pussy licking up the love juice this virgin pussy had to offer. My tongue fucking got her very excited with pleasure and she used her thighs to wedge my head in place while she humped her waist into a rhythmic motion to meet with my tongue plunging into the inner depths of her pussy. Before long, her legs stiffened and her hips started jerking violently as she reached another major orgasm, screaming her lungs out as she rode the orgasm out. Luckily for us we were alone in the whole office building!

She was insatiable because as soon as she caught her breath back, she got off her chair and pulled me to the carpeted floor and got me to lie on my back. She immediately got on top of me in the 69 position and started mouth fucking my partially erected dick until it was rigid again. I got back to work on her pussy but in doing so, I had my nostrils buried up her tight anus. To my amazement, her anus did not smell offensive at all and before you know it, I was licking her anus clean and started fucking her arse with my tongue, pushing my tongue as deep as it could possibly go into her asshole while at the same time savoring the unique but tantalizing flavor I was getting from it. With proper manipulation of her pussy and anus through my experienced tongue, I got her coming again but this time her screams were muffled with my dick deep in her mouth. She was busy giving me a masturbation of my life using her mouth and hands until I could take it no longer and started ejaculating with such force that it surprised her as well. I had no fear of staining the carpet with my semen as she once again ensured that none went to waste.

We got dressed and left the office for some dinner. The recent activities had us drained of energy and we needed some food to get re-energized. On the way back to her house after dinner, she wanted dessert and whilst I was at the wheel, she unzipped my trousers and helped herself to another serving of hot thick semen. She says she can’t get enough of the tingling feeling she gets after swallowing the semen down. As for me, I was proud that I have kept my promise of leaving her virginity “intact”… for the time being anyway!

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