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The weather has been unseasonably warm for the past several weeks, so I have the travel trailer out of storage and on the road again. Unfortunately, none of my lady friends can get away with me, I am the Lone Ranger.

My first RV adventure of 2018 has me headed up Highway 1 to Morro Bay, home of that big rock. I pulled into Morro Dunes RV Park just after two and was lucky enough to snag a spot next to the dunes, within walking distance of Morro Creek. Several eyes watched me get settled, mostly retired folks enjoying a carefree day in the sun.

In no time the slide and awning are rolled out and the water and electric lines are connected. I enjoyed a healthy salad and some fruit for lunch before walking around the RV Park and sand dunes. The park appears to be just over half full. Most of the rigs are fifth-wheels, and tower over my little 25-footer. Many have temporary front yards consisting of fake grass, white picket fences and the ubiquitous signs identifying the occupants. People like Fred and Harriet; Martha and Frank; also, the Dillards from Wisconsin. Every RV’er of a certain generation loves to identify themselves to the world.

I stroll through the grounds and share greetings with several people. A private gate leads to the sand dunes, so I walk along the dunes for the better part of an hour before returning to my home away from home. This first night is rather quiet, which suits me fine. I prefer to unwind after towing my rig for several hours. After dinner I pop a DVD into the player and nod off halfway through the movie.

The sun rises early the next morning and so do I. I’m refreshed and ready to see what is in store for the day. I have my bicycle with me; I plan to ride several miles around town and along the beachfront. I’ve gotten into a routine of biking around the Bob Jones Bike Trail at home with a special lady. It’s been good for my body and soul. I plan to continue riding wherever I go.

After a hearty breakfast of bacon and eggs to start my day, I set out for an extended bike tour around Morro Bay. I pedal along Embarcadero down to the Maritime Museum and ride as far as the Morro Bay Aquarium before heading back. The sun is high overhead, the sky is blue, and a gentle breeze blows through the RV Park. After lunch, I change into cargo shorts and flip-flops for another walk around the park.

Many folks are outside soaking up the rays, all dressed for warm weather; men sporting white knee-high socks and ladies in oversized hats fluttering in the breeze. Around the bend from my trailer, I spot two ladies lounging in front of a huge fifth-wheeler. This thing is massive and is owned by Helen and Walt, if the sign outside is correct.

I smile and wave to my neighbors, “Hello ladies, it’s a lovely day, don’t you think.”

“It doesn’t get much better than this.”

I couldn’t agree more. As I walk by their space, the other gal shouts, “Come join us for coffee and Danish. We have plenty and would love the company.”

I stop dead in my tracks and look over in time to see the other lady shushing her friend and looking like she doesn’t want the company. I’m intrigued; I turn back and step into their RV space. There are two empty chairs, so I sit down and make myself at home.

“Well hello ladies, which one of you is Helen?”

The lady doing the shushing turns out to be Helen.

I turn to the lady who invited me and inquire as to her name.

“I’m Harriet, that’s my trailer over there.” Harriet points to a space two doors down and across the road. My eyes widen, as her coach is even bigger than Helen’s.

“My oh my ladies, you certainly travel in style. Well it’s nice to meet you both, Helen and Harriet. It sounds like I could get into double trouble around here.”

“Well you just might. And who are you?”

“Oh, I’m sorry, I’m Rob. I have that little 25-foot travel trailer back around the bend. I’m up from Pismo Beach for a few days.”

Both ladies welcome me to the park and Helen offers me a cup of joe, which I gladly accept. Harriet hands me a Danish while giving me the once over. H and H are wearing big floppy hats and sun glasses. I give them the once over as well. They are looking mighty fine in white shorts, halter tops and sandals.

“I love the big floppy hats, are you sisters?”

Helen responds, “Just good friends and traveling buddies. Our husbands have known each other since childhood.”

I inquire about their hubbies and they both have that look of disdain.

Harriet adds, “Well, when we see them, they are usually drinking beer and smoking cigars. But most of the time they are out on the boat fishing all day. Once we get settled into an RV Park, they are off together, and we rarely see them during the day. It’s OK, Helen and I have fun together. You know the old saying, When the cats are away.”

I look at Helen and she has a big grin on her face. I wonder what these two ladies have in mind. I would love to find out, so I ask a lot of questions and offer a lot of information of my own. I tell them escort mecidiyeköy about my hobbies with biking and walking and camping.

Helen relates, “We love camping in Pismo Beach, right there at the Pismo Coast Village RV Park. Hey Rob, do you ever go up to Avila Beach? Harriet and I love that beach. When the boys are out fishing, we’ll spend the day sunning ourselves and walking along the shore.”

“Yes, I do. That’s my favorite beach as well.”

Harriet adds, “We love those big rocks at the far end of the beach.”

I think to myself, that’s way over in the clothing-optional section. I wonder if these two lovely ladies get naked.

“Yes, Helen and I love watching all those naked men.”

“Stop Harriet. Rob doesn’t want to hear all about our twisted adventures.”

“No worries here, ladies. I love to know that age hasn’t dismissed our desires. I’m still going strong myself at sixty.”

That made us all laugh. Harriet winks at Helen. The three of us continue to bask in the warm sun, enjoying coffee and conversation. Harriet is the first to make a move to end our afternoon gathering.

“Well, I have a sink full of dishes to clean. Fred left a pile before heading out to fish. I swear, men never clean up after themselves.”

I clear my throat at that comment. Harriet smiles at me, “Well, most men.”

“Rob, it was very nice to meet you. I hope we see more of you this week. Helen, don’t keep Rob all to yourself.”

As Harriet walks away, Helen turns to me, “Speaking of men who are more interested in fishing than anything else, would you mind helping me fix a problem with my shower? There’s a leak in the line and Walt refuses to fix it. He says we’re in the shower and get wet anyway, so what’s the big deal.”

“I’d be happy to look at it.”

We stand and head into Helen’s trailer. I realize she is a short little thing, she couldn’t be more than five-foot four. She has slender legs but fills out her halter quite nicely. Small in stature, but with a healthy bust. She leads the way and I follow. I’m blown away by the interior. The kitchen area is large and has all chrome appliances. The bed is a king. There is even a rocker-recliner parked in front of a fifty-five-inch flat screen.

“Helen, this is gorgeous. It has all the comforts of home and then some.”

“We spend a fair amount of time on the road. Now, if only I had a working shower, I’d be a little happier.”

The large shower has room for two. Helen shows me the problem first hand. A new clamp is needed where the hose attaches to the shower head and I explain that it doesn’t have enough force to keep the water from leaking.

“I think I can fix this in a jiffy. It looks like a new hose clamp is in order. Let me get my toolbox from my trailer and I’ll have you back showering in a jiffy.”

“Well if you can fix it, a piece of apple pie and ice cream are in your future.”

I return with a new clamp and repair the leak in minutes. I invite Helen to test the fix. A twist of the dial and no leak, unfortunately, the nozzle was aimed directly at my shorts and soak my crotch before Helen can shut it off. We both erupt in a fit of laughter.

“Oh, I’m so sorry Rob that was not intended. We should get you out of these wet shorts. Let me get a pair of Walt’s shorts for you.”

Helen’s hand trails down to my waist band. She unfastens the button on my shorts and pulls down the zipper. Her hand reaches in and grips my cock. Her slim fingers wrap around my shaft as I harden within her grasp. My cock inflates to a full erection and my thickness is too much for her slender fingers.

“Oh Baby!” she whispers. “This is more than I hoped for.”

“What about Walt, what if he comes back early?”

“Don’t worry about that. He and Fred are probably on their third six-pack by now, fourth, if the fishing is lousy. They won’t be back until after sundown. Now stand still, I want some cock.”

Helen drops to her knees; her eyes are wide, and her mouth opens forming a perfect O. Her lips are so appealing that I thrust my hips involuntarily. Helen responds by flicking out her tongue and licking the underside of my cock. Her lips engulf my spongy glans and her tongue slathers her saliva all over it. She pushes my shorts down and I kick them away. She holds my shaft and stuffs as much as she can into her mouth. Helen cups my balls with her free hand.

Her mouth makes slurping sounds as she struggles to get more cock. She pops it out and looks directly into my eyes with a wanton look. She dives back down and sucks me even deeper into her mouth. As she attempts to deep throat me, she reaches behind her and unfastens the knot holding her halter top. It falls to the floor revealing her large, round mature tits. I reach down and grab her boobs as she strokes my length. They are heavy and full.

“I love your big tits.”

“Oh, a boob man. Good. I’m sorry you couldn’t have seen them thirty years ago, before my nipples turned istanbul escort bayan south and I added a few pounds. Walt couldn’t keep his hands off them. Now, he’d rather fish all day, his loss.”

“So, there’s a little sag, so what. Those pink nipples are begging to be sucked.”

Helen cups her left boob and slaps my cock against her nipple several times. She rubs my dick all around both breasts and nipples. My pre-cum and her saliva leave a shiny trail across her smooth flesh.

I’m as hard as I’ve ever been. Helen jacks my shaft with her right hand and wraps her lips around my prick for more sucking. She moans, grunts and slurps as she forces as much of me into her mouth as she can.

“Now, that’s what’s I’m talking about. Rob, you have a beautiful big cock. I’m enjoying this.”

I pinch her erect nipples and lift her tits. They flop down, and they wiggle and jiggle. She continues to stroke my cock with a very tight grip.

“Rob, I love how you shave your balls and this landing strip above your cock is awfully cute. Are you ready to join me on the bed?”

“I would love to, but first I want to eat your pussy. I want a taste of that lovely area between your thighs.”

“Oh lord, I can’t tell you the last time a man licked my lady bits. I hope you don’t mind all the fuzz. Please enjoy.”

Helen moves to the bed and lays down, her huge boobs flop to either side. She slides her fingers through the dense patch of curly gray hair. They get lost in the thick jungle as I prepare to feast on her cunt. I dive into the thick mop and use my tongue to search out her inner labia.

Helen spreads her legs and I press my face against her puffy lips. Her inner thighs are covered with hair and tickle my cheeks as I lick her slit from bottom to top. She tastes delicious.

I run my hands along her thighs and play with her fur. Once again, I’m in pussy heaven. I drill my tongue deep within her wet folds and separate her labia. A sweet wetness forms inside. As I continue to eat out my new friend, there is a knock on the trailer door and it flings open. I nearly have a heart attack thinking Walt has come back early, and here I am with my face buried between his wife’s legs.

“I see you are starting without me.”

Helen and I both look in that direction and see Harriet with a huge grin on her face. She moves closer and slaps my ass.

“Helen, I think we have a winner here.”

“You don’t need to tell me that, his tongue has been in my pussy for ten minutes now.”

“Hey Rob, what do you think about her hairy honeypot? Have you found her clit beneath all those curls? She has the biggest clit, I’ve ever sucked. It’s the size of a small thumb and very sensitive. You’ll have her cuming in no time.”

It doesn’t hit me right away because I am so focused on Helen’s pleasure. But then I realize what she is saying. She and Helen are lovers. I use my fingers to spread Helen’s outer lips, as I search for her clitoris through all the hair. I move my tongue deeper into her hot flesh and lick along her slit. I feel Helen’s pearl emerge and flick it several times. My lips wrap around the hard nub. Oh, my gawd, Harriet is right, her clit is huge. I suck hard and Helen moans her approval. She puts her hands on the top of my head and presses my face into her cunt.

I concentrate on her clit, hoping to take her over the edge. In a matter of moments Helen shrieks and her body spasms as my mouth is filled with sweet juices. Her cum covers my face and my lips stay pressed to her clitoris while her hips push up from the mattress. I hold her ass through the entire wild ride, until her pussy becomes too sensitive and she pushes me away.

“Oh gawd, that’s enough. Too sensitive, too sensitive.”

Harriet, kneeling next to me, grabs my head. She presses her lips against mine and drives her tongue into my mouth. She licks my cheeks and chin, lapping up her friend’s cum.

“I love Helen’s cum, don’t you? I can never get enough. You seem to have a very talented tongue.”

I kneel there with a silly grin, wondering what I’ve gotten myself into.

“I’ve been trying to get her to shave that jungle for years. When you’re ready for a nice, smooth pussy to love, I’ll remove my thong.”

Harriet reaches down and grabs my erect cock. She strokes my shaft just like Helen did.

“Helen, look at this nice thick cock, and shaved too. So, Rob, do you think you have enough for two old ladies?”

Harriet doesn’t wait for my answer, instead she pushes me onto my back and takes my cock into her mouth. She sucks several inches while she strokes my shaft with a tight grip.

“It’s been several years since I’ve had a cock this big.”

Harriet licks my shaft and sucks my balls for several minutes. My cock throbs.

“Helen, are you ready for Rob’s thick cock.”

“Yes, I am, I want it now. My pussy is so wet; he knows how to get a lady started.”

Harriet stands and pulls me up. I move onto the bed and crawl on top of escort taksim Helen between her spread legs. She grabs my shaft and rubs it along her wet slit. She positions my tip along her pink lips and I slide in. I disappear within the thick bush and feel her heat. We are joined as one and look deep into each other’s soul. I hold still savoring the moment as our lips touch and engage in a long drawn out kiss.

Harriet disrobes and climbs on the bed. She reaches over and grabs Helen’s right boob with both hands, sucking the pink nipple. Helen strokes Harriet’s smooth pussy while I continue to slowly pump into Helen.

I watch the ladies enjoy each other. Harriet’s stature is very similar to Helen, although she is slightly taller. Her breasts are just as big, but with very pale areole and small nipples. When she gets excited, they poke out like little erasers on top of a pencil. Her pussy is bald and smooth. Her pink labia hang low from within her puffy folds. I can’t wait to suck on those tasty flaps.

Harriet beckons, “Rob, I want you inside me. I’m sure Helen won’t mind, will you honey?”

“You can have him for a few minutes, but I want him back. His cock feels so good, he’s a natural.”

Helen and Harriet continue talking as if I’m not in the room. Harriet rolls onto her back and spreads her thighs. Her pink gash opens and is ready for me. This is a new sensation, going from one pussy to another in mid stroke. I pull out of Helen and slide over on top of Harriet. Her flat stomach and soft tits provide a nice cushion as I enter her cunt.

“Wow Harriet, he slid right in, you must be well lubricated.”

“I’ve been waiting for this since our coffee time, my juices have been flowing all afternoon. Gawd Rob, your cock feels good. Keep it up.”

“Gee Harriet, now you know what a nice big, thick cock feels like. Too bad Fred can’t see you now.”

“Yeah right, and Walt has the world’s largest cock.”

“Ladies, ladies, I’m still here.”

“Yes, you are, now keep fucking me. It feels so good, so deep. Helen how lucky are we to have this stud right now.”

This scene has taken a bizarre turn. Two ladies having a conversation as if we are at a garden party while I stroke my cock in and out of a tight pussy. I decide to take control and change things up. I pull away from Harriet and slide down replacing my cock with my mouth. I bury my head between her plump thighs and suck on her pink inner flaps. She is really wet and tastes good. Her juices have been stirred up with my cock. Harriet lets out a soft moan as I lick her mound. She feels the jolts of pleasure.

“Oh my, that’s quite a move Rob. Wow, suck my slick cunt, yeah, that’s it.”

I inch closer to her hard clit and feel it throb. My fingers search for Harriet’s G-spot. She aches for my touch. Harriet’s back arches up and her hips press against my face as my fingers continue to stroke.

“Oh, I love your magic fingers.”

Harriet’s opening pulses capturing my digits and spreading her wetness. I lick her smooth mound and then press against her hard pearl again, sucking the nub between my lips. My tongue applies more pressure and my fingers keep thrusting into her opening. Harriet approaches climax.

“Yes, that’s it, I’m almost there. Gawd you feel good.”

A tidal wave of pleasure builds, and Harriet rides it out. Waves of ecstasy roll through her body. Her pussy contracts and captures my fingers, holding my hand in place. Harriet groans out loud and releases her pent-up desire. Her juices flood my hand and face. I love her sweetness.

Helen leans over to kiss Harriet, mashing their big tits together. Their tongues flail as my tongue laps up the cum. Harriet wraps her legs around my head and holds me tight to her flesh. I can’t move for several moments but feel her thighs quiver and her body shake.

When she settles, both ladies look at me with devilish grins. I believe they have more plans for me.

“OK Rob, we think it’s time for your orgasm. We want your cum, and lots of it. Come lay between us.”

I’m in for a treat as I slide between the ladies and lay on my back. But, not before I share lingering kisses with both. They taste their combined juices on my tongue and in my mouth.

My cock is rock hard, realizing I just fucked both ladies and got them off with a little pussy munching. Now for my reward. Helen grabs my shaft and squeezes. Harriet places her hand on top of Helen’s and helps her stroke.

Helen squeezes my balls while simultaneously stroking the tip of my cock in a tight circle. She senses my cum stirring in my balls, and changes her technique to keep me from cumming. Helen clasps her hands together and slides her hands up and down, stopping each time before she reaches my tip.

“I can’t believe how hard you get Rob. I want to stroke this cock all day long”

Harriet adds, “You’re going to bring this hard cock to my trailer tomorrow morning. Helen and I are going to enjoy you all week long.”

Four eyes feast on my smooth erection, they look at my shaved balls, and the inch-wide landing strip leading up to my belly. Helen’s hand surrounds my cock, seven long inches of circumcised hardness, topped by an angry purple mushroom threatening to jettison a mouthful of creamy, sticky semen skyward. She squeezes my shaft tighter than a metal vice and pumps with all her might.

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The Wicked Sisters

Behind the closet door strange things happen. Come on, be honest. Wouldn’t you like to fuck your GF’s sisters? Horny sisters can be a strange breed.

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Lil and Tina are Jo’s older sisters who took pictures of me fucking Jo in their family home. Far from being upset, they demanded I fuck them anally and orally — something Jo would not do for me.

My daily routine had me finishing class at 3 PM or 4 PM Monday through Friday, then drive to Jo’s for dinner. The ride was only 15 minutes. Jo didn’t get home until 5:30 so I was alone fucking her sisters from between 1 to 2 hours. Yeah, it was good.

After a quick dinner, I left for work delivering pizzas until 11 PM. My sexual activity at the Ciccone’s increased to as many as six orgasms a night — my cock was not gonna survive. Tina and Lil had boyfriends but spent most of their free time plotting against Jo so they could fuck me, and told me as much.

Fucking the sisters in various nooks and crannies quickly left me exhausted by the time it came for my goodnight fuck with Jo. I actually declined Jo’s pussy several days in a row upsetting her to tears.

I learned she cried to her sisters telling them I didn’t love her anymore. They told her she was imagining things. Jo swore I had another lover but her sisters said they doubted I had any free time for another woman.

Lil’s and Tina’s fucking infatuation with my cock was the exact opposite of their behavior towards their boyfriends whom they informed that I was the alpha fucker in the house. This is the first I ever heard of the term ‘submissive’; it describes their boyfriends exactly.

Tina would only let Jim eat her pussy once a week while she told him how great my cock felt in her ass. As a treat she would give him a hand job every Wednesday escort sefaköy and then make him lick his cum off “Michael’s breasts”. She said he came hard when he heard her say, ‘Michael’s breasts’. After a few weeks she made Jim watch as I fucked her and planted my seed in her ass. Jim would then eat the cum from her ass and jerk off and cum on the floor. His face was a study in ecstasy.

Her sisters loved keeping my cock away from Jo and devised strategies to divert her attention while one sister was servicing my carnal needs. They kept up this sham all the time we dated. Lil said they actually planned to follow us on our honeymoon to keep my cock well exercised.

Lil dominated her fiancé Bernie like a drill sergeant abused the buck private. Poor Bernie was only allowed to eat her cunt and ass when she felt like it. He, too, had to listen as Lil described how she loved to deep-throat “Michael’s enormous” cock. Bernie was a cuckold-in-waiting and he loved to jerk off as Lil retold each detail of her blow-jobs on me. Soon he was watching as I fucked Lil’s mouth in her bedroom. His eyes were wide as he watched and jerked off.

When Bernie said anything that displeased her, Lil would have him get naked and sit in a small hall closet and jerk off until he collected a pint of his sperm in a cup.

It may have been fate intervening the day Tina asked Jim to get a board game from the hall closet. Jim opened the door and found Bernie sitting naked on a little stool frantically jerking off. Bernie told him the story of his punishment and quota. Jim retrieved the game and brought it back to Tina without saying a word.

Later that evening Jim and Tina were in her room and came to disagree on something minor. They had a tiff and Jim asked if escort bayan he “Should get in the closet with Bernie?”

Tina had no clue what he was talking about and went to the closet and found Bernie still jerking off with nearly a pint of semen in the cup. Tina told Jim to “Stay,” closed the door and hunted for Lil.

Lil was in her room with my cock in her throat when Tina came to the door. Lil waved her in and she gave me a wet kiss and let me grab her tit. I squeezed it hard because I knew Tina would become orgasmic and her face would flush. Tina grabbed my head and gave me a hard kiss and pulled away with a big smacking sound.

“Where’s Jo? she asked looking at me.

“She went to the store with your Mom. Then Lil said her throat was very dry and pulled me here.”

“Sis, what’s Bernie doing masturbating in the hall closet?”

“He was a bad boy so I made him call off work and sit in the closet.”

“What is he gonna do with his cum?”

“I haven’t decided whether to let him watch me drink it and give him a hard on; or make him drink it while I finger my cunt. I may even pour it on my boobs and have him lick me clean.”

“I think Jim would like to be punished the same way. Do you mind if he gets in the closet with Bernie?”

“No, I don’t mind.” replied Lil. “Maybe the cup will fill faster with two of them sharing the load.”

I was just trying to be a fly on the wall listening to the conversation and feeling very sorry for the guys.

“Don’t you dare tell Jo about this.” I pleaded.

Lil got up, and grabbed my cock and pulled me along to the closet door where Tina already had Jim stripping his clothes and handing them to her. We watched as Tina opened the door wordlessly and closed it behind Jim.

“That should occupy escort atakent them for a while, and you come with me.” she ordered taking my cock away from Lil and pulling me to her own bedroom. She laid her torso over the edge of her bed with her feet on the floor and said, “Fuck me.”

I was still hard from Lil’s unfinished blowjob and impaled her ass in one stroke.

She told me: “I’ll tell Jo if you don’t cum in me at least twice.”

Much later Jim and Bernie found us and showed us the full cup of cum. The sisters whispered to each other quietly and then sat me on the edge of the bed with my erect cock fully engorged. The girls got on all fours facing me and Lil handed the cup to Bernie.

“I want you to pour cum on my ass and lick it off. Give the cup to Jim and let him do the same to Tina. I want you both to keep pouring and licking until it’s all gone.”

I had a good view of the orgy performed on my cock while their boyfriends rimmed their asses and ate cum. I stayed hard for a long time before Jo and her Mom got home.

Jo’s family was surprised when Lil announced she and Bernie were going to elope. Everyone was happy for the couple who would be living in the 3rd floor apartment of the large Ciccone residence while her Dad made plans to build them a home near Great Notch.

Lil was pregnant but still had me fuck her ass every day right up until her delivery date. The only change was the location as she now had a private apartment for me to fuck her. Bernie was now allowed to watch me service his wife. She would allow her husband to suck cum out of her ass and ejaculate over her breasts and lick her clean again.

Little Alyssa was born eight months later. Bernie was no longer sent to the closet for punishment and was allowed to suckle Lil’s tits alongside their daughter.

Jim would help Bernie babysit Alyssa while Lil and Tina continued to romp with me.

A year has passed by and summer was coming. School had already ended and Tony offered me a carpentry job working on Lil’s new house. I couldn’t wait to see how this would affect my liaisons with Jo and her sisters.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Does Madam need help?”

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

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

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

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

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

“No Rami! Don’t you dare!”

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

“Um Madam… may I fuck you?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Lady Chandra fell to her knees.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Ohh Rami…!”

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

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

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

Then he pinched it!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Now Madam spread your legs.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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This is a story I have written based on a forum I read about dressing-up in lingerie and uniforms while cleaning the house. I have chosen my favorite character Megan for those out there who asked for her. Once again thanks for your support and comments, keep them coming.

Today was like any other day, the last two weeks was very exciting for me cause my boyfriend and I have moved out and now sharing a house together. Mitch and I decided to live together after ten months into our relationship and we were very happy that we did. Mitch is the only one who works so that leaves me alone in house during the day so I spend a few hours of my time cleaning and reorganizing. I often think about Mitch when I’m doing my chores and hope that his all right.

Today is Wednesday which means I’m all by myself, Mitch left about 6:30 this morning and now it’s about 9:30 until I got out of bed to start my day. I had breakfast and sat in the chair for a while thinking about what I was going to do today. I decided to sort through some unopened boxes, I got changed into some casual clothes and entered the spare room and grabbed a box and removed the tape and start unpacking. The box had my old stuffed toys that I adored when I was a little girl, I got up to find a spot in the bedroom for them to sit on, the old chair was prefect and when I was happy I returned back to the room.

Next was one of Mitch’s boxes, I opened it up and started sorting through it. It was a box filled with all types of things, some old magazines, toy figurines and so on. Thinking that Mitch would be better at this box I closed it back up and got another box of his. The box was small and light and when I opened it up I got a nasty little shock.

At the top was a ‘Legs & Stockings’ magazine with a lady on the cover bent over with a tiny mini-skirt on and wearing black hold-up stockings. Curious I flipped through the magazine and stopped at a section with lady dress in a short French Maid outfit complete with stockings, heels and a feather duster pretending to dust a set of shelves. I was amazed to think that Mitch brought this magazine and looked back to the box where a white bag was all that was left. I opened the bag and lifted out what appeared to be a black dress but when little dress came out it just stared at it. It was a French Maid outfit with white lace around and bottom of the skirt and on the shoulder straps just like in the picture.

‘I can’t believe it, Mitch has a French Maid outfit what else is in this bag’ I wondered. Looking more I found a white apron, two little wristbands, a headpiece and a pair of black high thigh stockings.

‘A complete French Maid outfit but why?’ I thought, ‘Mitch’s last girlfriend must have wore this for him, it looks very nice, I wonder how it fits on me?’ Feeling excited I grabbed the outfit and accessories ran through the house and placed them on the bed.

“I might have a shower before I get dress-up” I decided while removing my clothes and headed to the bathroom.

While under the shower I pictured what I looked like in the outfit, it was making me very wet and horny so I began rubbing my clit that made my nipples puffed up. Pinching them got me more excited and wet, I gained control and finished washing myself.

“I better stop and save the rest for later, this is going to be fun” I jumped out of the shower and dried myself off and returned to the bedroom.

Since where was no panties with the outfit I moved to my underwear draw and got out my favorite black cotton G-string and put it on, next was the black nylon stockings, I’ve never worn stockings before and the material was very smooth against my skin as I pulled them over my legs. Feeling very sexy I ran my hands down each leg and admiring the look of the nylon material covering them. After the stockings came the main part of the outfit, the Maid’s istanbul eskort dress, slipping down over my head I stood up and adjusted the dress, turning around to grab the apron and wrapped it around my waist and tied it off at the back and once finished I checked myself out in the bedroom mirror.

“Wow!” was all that I could say, the Maid’s dress was short on me but I think that was the idea, just covering my bum as I stood there but would reveal all if I was to bend over or even attempted anything, the stockings only came up to the white lace at the bottom of the dress. I was staring at the mirror for a while before I picked up the wristbands and headpiece to finish the outfit.

“What a little cutie” now the French Maid outfit was all on.

“But there is still something missing,” standing in front on the mirror thinking and studying the outfit then it came to me.

“That’s it high heels, black shining heels, I know I still have a pair somewhere in one of my boxes” I realized and walked out of the bedroom to where I started unpacking this morning.

“The box with my shoes in it was the last one I packed.” After a bit searching I found the box and opened it up and dug deep to retrieve the pair of heels. It didn’t take long until both heels were recovered, then as I stood up and looked out of window to see some guy was staring straight at me from the footpath. My face went bright red with embarrassment so I turned and fled the room which would of gave the guy a great view up my dress showing off my G-string and ass. I got back to the bedroom and jumped on the bed to get my breath back again then got up to slip on my black shining 4′ heels and checked myself in the mirror. The dress was all over the place from before and the headpiece started to fall out, after some readjusting I got to see what the French Maid outfit looked like.

I stuck a few poses in the mirror and pretended to be cleaning by bending forward escort şirinevler and stretching up and little dress revealed my cutie little ass very time.

“I can see why Mitch would like this outfit, it’s making wet and horny just looking at my own reflection. Well since I was doing some unpacking I might as well stay dress-up and start on some cleaning.”

“Maid Megan reporting for duty Master!” I said doing a little pose at the mirror and started giggling to myself.

“How may I be of service Master.” Pretending to be Maid was exciting from me so I continued.

“Maid Megan, you are to dust and vacuum the living room this morning for my guests later today, that is all.” I said instructing the Maid.

“At once Master.” I replied with a little giggle.

I set off to do my chores in the living room, it was pretty dirty so I started to dust the set of shelves, a bookcase and the cabinet while showing some elegance in the way I moved. The dusting took a while and then I started with the vacuuming. My 4′ heels made me stand taller than the length of the vacuum pipe causing me to bend forward that meant that you could see up my little lace dress. The vacuuming didn’t take long and when I finished I returned the equipment back in the closet and returned to mirror in the bedroom for more instructions by my Master.

“I have done the chores you ordered me to do Master, is there anything else Master?”

“That’s all for toady, dismiss.”

“Thank you Master.” I replied.

It was now about 2:30 and Mitch would be home soon from work so I quickly undressed and returned the outfit and accessories back in box and placed it at the back of the room. It wasn’t long after until Mitch arrived home and I greeted him at the door.

“Hi honey, how did you go today?” I asked as Mitch and I hugged and kissed each other.

“Not to bad, how was your day.” He replied.

“I got a chance to give the living room a good clean, what do you think?”

“That’s looks great hun, it came up very well, good job.” I started to giggle to myself.

“What’s so funny?” He questioned.

“Oh nothing dear, just something I remembered.” I replied.

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aslı.
21 yaşındayım.
bu anlatacagım olay gecen sene konyada oldu.
bız alilemle bırlıkte her sene konyaya gıderız.
bıze halamlar da eşlik eder.
Halamla aram cok iyidir.
kucuklugumden beri hep halamla beraberimdir.
kuzenlerimle beraber takılırız.
Eniştem aslında dışardan iyi birine benziyor.
ama son yıllarda bana hep yan gozle baktıgın fark etmıştım.
bu durum beni endişelendiriyordu.
bundan dolayı onun yanında fazla kalmıyordum.
koyde evimiz iki katlıydı.
biz ust katta halamlar alt katta yaşıyordu.
koydeki evimiz koyun içinden uzattaydı.
sakın bır yerdi.
.
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bu durum beni rahatsız ediyordu ama mecburdum.
normalde açık bir kız olmama ragmen koye gitiğimizde kapanırdım.
yani başörtümü takardım.
eniştem bana yan gözle bakardı ama fırsat bulmadigi için yanıma yaklaşamazdı.
ama koyde daha da ileri gidiyordu.
çünkü babamlar flan hep yanımda olmuyordu.
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biz hep hayvanları daha escort mecidiyeköy iyi otlatmak için köyden yuksek,uzak yerlere gotururduk.
bir gun hayvanları otlatma sırası bana gelmişti.
hayvanları koyden yaklaşık 1-2 km uzaklıktaki bir yere dogru yaymaya başladım.
seks hikaye

hayvanları yayıp ger gelcektım.
köyden bayağı uzaklaşmiştım.
ilerde düz bir alanda hayvanları bıraktım tam geri dondum biraz gittikden sonra eniştemi gordüm.
elinde tüfeği vardı.
ilk görüşte zaten içime bir ürperti düşmüştü.
yaklaştıgında bana nereye diye sordu.
bende hayvanları yaydım eve gıdıyorum dedim.
hayvanlar gozüküyordu.
onlara doğru baktı.
sonrada gel hayvanlar burada iyi yayılamaz , daha ileri goturelim dedi.
bende kabul ettim.
beraber hayvanlara dogru gıderken bana taciz etmeye başladı.
ben çok korkmuştum.
engel olmaya çalıştım.
enişte yapma dedim.
ama o ne olcak hadi burda kimse yok diyordu.
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elle taciz etmeye başladı.
ben bagırıyordum ama etrafta kimseler yoktu.
bırak dememe ragmen dahada ileri gidiyordu.
başörtümü çıkardı.
ve beni öpmeye başlad.
seks hikayeleri

bir yandanda etegimi cıkarmaya calişıyordu.
ne yapcagımı şaşırdım.
hem ağlıyor hemde engel olmaya çalısıyordum ama güçüm yetmiyordu.
eniştem her yerimi öpüyordu.
altında ezilmiştim.
pantolonun yarıya kadar soydu.
ve benim etegimi kaldırdı.
altımda donum vardı.
donumu cıkardı.
ve fırlattı.
sadece etegim ve sutyenım vardı.
ben daha bakireydim.
ilk defa böyle birşey oluyordu.
ve eniştem beni sikmeye başladı cok canım yanıyordu.
bagatmaya başladım.
bir süre böyle devam etti.
ben hem aglıyor hemde bagarıyordum.
eniştem ellerimi tutmuştu.
bır şey yapamıyordum zaten ustumdeydı.
hareket edemiyordum.
sonra escort taksim vajınamdam kan gelmeye başladı.
canım cok yanıyordu.
eniştem üstumden kalktı ama kaçmim diye ellerimi tutuyordu.
eniştem ustumdekı kankarı atletıyle temizledi ve sonra beni tekrar yere yatırdı.
enişte yalvarıyorum beni bırak dıyordum ama o sen benimsin artık diyordu.
zaten iş işten geçmişti.
tekrar ustüme çıktı.
ve sikmeye devam etti.
bağarıyorum ama duyan yoktu.
canım cok yanıyordu.
eniştem beni kucagına aldı vve bu şekilde sikmeye başladı.
devamlı opuyordu.
ve yalıyordu.
bir mudlet sonra artık yoruldum ve kendimi eniştemin kollarına bıraktım.
artık mecburdum.
1 saat olmştu eniştem artık beni bıraktı.
ve üzerime boşaldı.
yere öylece uzandım.
içim bi tuhaf olmuştu.
eniştem üstünü giydi.
ve beni kaldırdı.
hiç birşey konuşmadık.
aradam 10 dk gectıkten sonra bende üstümü gıydım.
sonra koye gıttım eniştem akşama dogru koye gelmişti.
ve elinde bir kaç tavşan vardı.
avlanmaya gittigini anladım.
o gece oyle bitti.
ve ben bu olaydan kimseye bahsetmedim.
ve enişteme karşı bir kin duyuyorum.
o gunden sonra eniştem bir daha yanıma gelmedi.
zaten gelseydi bu olayı aileme anlatıcaktım.
o da zaten bunun farkındaydı.
ama artık ben namuslu bir kız degilim.
bu yuzden erkeklere karşı bir kin duyuyorum?

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