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I don’t think that I can take it any more. I have been counting down the days all year, survived the cold, thinking ahead to the glory that awaits me. The days are dragging by, and my mind is about to go mad with crazy waiting. Am I talking about my birthday? No, that just sneaks up on me and when it is time for that I don’t like the idea of adding one to my age. “You’re a guy,” you say, “Is it maybe the super bowl?” I like football, but it’s not something that I worry about. I personally prefer college to pro. But this is all beside the point. The point is, of course, what have I been waiting for? It is really kind of sad, but it is a passion that I indulge in once a year to just get lost in the ecstasy. Finally, in mid-February, it comes. Perhaps you know now what I am talking about. The time in which pre-teen minds tremble with excitement, can they get it past their mom? The oasis in the bleak of winter. It is, without question, the best issue of any magazine that will be published. Surely you know by now? It is, The Sports Illustrated Swimsuit Edition.

I see my wife go to the mailbox, and I freeze, and then panic. Does it come today? I’m not very sure. My subscriptions regularly come on a Thursday. Today is Tuesday. But the Swimsuit issue is sent on a different day, and my woman whom I really do love with all my heart could be about to take it away. I think furiously on how to stop her, but she is already putting her hand in the mailbox. As she begins to remove it, I see a dark blue Camry slow to a stop. Yes! My wife’s best friend Courtney has just stopped to chat a little bit. I must act fast. I fly down the hall and jump down the steps four at a time. I burst out the door of our two-story home, and then slow my pace as I see the women already laughing it up without a care in the world. I walk up behind her and say hello to Courtney as I tell my wife I will take the mail in. She hands it over without even pausing her sentence, and I wait until I get inside to look at the mail, and I sigh as I see that my magazine of joy did not come.

The next day, I risk nothing. I come home for lunch, and then meet the postman at the mailbox. As I take it from him, I can smell it. The cologne adds tingles my nose as I smell the familiar smell of my favorite issue. It sits in the back, and I eagerly place it on top to be greeted by the sight of a breathtaking bikini-clad blonde on all fours, licking her lips seductively with her breasts hanging down in all their glory. The black string she called a bathing suit contrasted perfectly to her light skin. The beach that she was so sexily sprawled out upon was beautiful as the sun set behind some mountains in the distance. I resist the urge kuşadası escort to begin to look at it; the tingle I get in my pants from the blonde is enough for now.

The ritual I go through with my pages of delight will truly be rewarding, as I can tell from the cover. Now you may be thinking that it is bad that I would be so sneaky behind my own wife’s back. But you have me wrong. I love my wife, I really do. We have a great relationship and I have never slept with another woman since we got married. But, (and you knew there would be a but, didn’t you) she is not the most beautiful person in the world. She is plain, but I do love her despite that. However, once a year I let my imagination run wild, and I masturbate to those heavenly bodies. When I’m done, I am totally back to my wife, but for 30 magic minutes I am furiously ravaging those angels in my mind. Of course, I must be patient. My wife could never know that I did this, because she is VERY particular about stuff like this. I don’t blame her. I wouldn’t want her jacking herself off to playgirl of something like that. So I will be careful.

Days drag by, the mind always thinking of what I have hidden in the attic. The attic is perfect, because nobody ever goes up there unless it’s to put more stuff up. We have things going back 10 or 12 years, and more keeps pilling up. I hide it in the same perfect spot. In the back corner, there is an old desk. It isn’t even ours, the people who had the house before us left it. It is surrounded by old books and a couch. All I have to do though is walk down the couch and there I am. I hide it in the bottom drawer, and not just in there, under the papers and files that are in it. Like I said, you can’t get much better than that.

So the days continue, and my wife seems cemented at home. Oh sure, I am home sometimes when she isn’t, but I need time, and she absolutely cannot come in when I am doing it. She has to be gone to something she won’t and can’t leave early, something like a party won’t do. She could become bored, or feel tired, and come home. That would never do. So, a full week after the sweetest piece of mail a man can receive arrived, my wife told me she was going to a play. She said it was called Lay Mizerab or something, I wasn’t really listening, because I hate plays. Then she told me it would be over in The Auditorium and at that my ears perked up. The Auditorium was a good 35 min. drive away, and that would mean the driving time alone would be enough for me to get the job done, even if she walked in the door of The Auditorium, hated it, and left. But she would stay, so I had at least 3 hours at home, alone. The play was on Friday, kocaeli escort and so I was forced to wait, but my prize was in sight, and my woman would be without a doubt gone. And so Friday, and 6:00, she left. The play didn’t start until 7, she said, but she wanted a good seat. Those damn general admission things. She said she wouldn’t be back until at earliest 10:30. I kissed her on the cheek and told her I was going to watch a movie or something, and then probably be out by the time she got home. She then smiled and left, hopping in Courtney’s car. Yes, the same Courtney that scared me so much at first, now took her away for the time I needed.

I turn on the TV, and sit and watch. You might wonder why I would do this. Well, I told my wife I would watch a movie, and I am going to. At least that is, until I can be sure she isn’t coming back. She could have forgotten any number of things, and I don’t want to be caught at all costs. So I sit and I watch Speed. I sit there throughout the entire first action scene, and one of the closing lines makes me grin. Holding Keanu Reeves partner hostage with one hand and a trigger to a vest of C4 in the other, the bad guy says, “If I drop this stick, we pick your friend up here with a sponge.” I think, “I’m gonna drop on my stick, and I’ll wipe my jiz of my friend with sponge.” Laughing, I turn the movie off, now sure that my wife is gone, and head into the attic.

I climb along the couch, open the bottom drawer, and remove the papers from on top of my precious. The sight of the hourglass-shaped blonde on the cover sends a tingle into my genitals, and my eyes devour her body as I walk down the stairs to my bedroom. I take my pants off, and then my boxers. I sit down at the head of the bed propped up by several pillows and once again bring my eyes to rest on the cover. I take a deep breathe, adjust the pillows behind my slightly, and open the Sports Illustrated Swimsuit Issue.

I make it exactly two pages before I stop. Even the table of contents has gorgeous women! A stunning black woman is the cause of my stopping now. She is standing tall in between two palm trees, and her hands are covering her ample breasts. My hand drops down to my dick, and I begin to rub it. It is already starting to harden when I get past two cologne ads and one timberland add. Now I am up to the first location they are shooting at. O God, I think, I may not make it past this section. The opening of the section has two different incredible brunettes, in matching hot pink bikinis.

My cock is now rapidly rising to full mast, and the pages pass as my eyes are filled with the women. “These women should be the wonders of the konya escort world, not pyramids and waterfalls and stuff,” I think as I rest my eyes on another angel, this one with a drenched t-shirt on, and I feel my cock strain to a new tightness. The shirt clings and shows off every wonderful curve of her amazing chest.

The pages go on, and my hand, which has been slowly stroking up and down on my cock, jerks when I encounter the Latin girl about halfway through. I feel pre-cum start to leak out of my rod as the woman in the picture tempts me. She is facing away from the camera, and as she is bending down I see one of the most amazing asses I have ever set eyes on. Then white thong is deep up her crack, and her best asset is proudly on display.

My hand is now working up and down the stick at a fairly good pace, and more images flash before my eyes as I feel the pleasure on my penis increase. Busty blonde, slutty redhead, cute Asian, all parade before me. Another stopper comes up and I enjoy the beauty of this bikini-clad sailor. The brown haired seaman is leaning up against the mast of a boat and looking at some far away point, and looking damn hot doing it. The captains hat was just so, and the top just made her boobs go uhh! Her boobs didn’t actually do that, but I did as I gazed deep into her cleavage.

I felt my orgasm coming, and I reached the last picture. You might think I was done? O no, I flipped back to the middle, and as I pulled out the centerfold I gasped. This had to be the most gorgeous, drop dead, beautiful, incredible, make-a-blind-man-hard woman I had ever seen. She screamed sex with every sinew of her being. My hand went to a frantic pace on my dick, and my pupils bulged from their sockets to get a better look at her. The blonde was lying completely naked in the surf. One arm was draped over her magnificent tits, and with her other hand she grasped her pussy. She stared straight through the picture into my eyes, and I was captivated. As I indulged myself in her glory, I cam to realize how much that arm lacked to cover up the truly breath-taking hooters. As my fingers flew over my boner, I entered a fantasy world, with just me and her. I saw her lying there on the beach, with the tide coming up over her. In my mind and grasped her, and as I kissed that face I removed her arms. I cried out as I shoved my raging erection deep into her hot tunnel, and I knew she had been waiting for me. I humped her madly, my cock sliding in and out of her sweat-soaked pussy, and then I came.

I felt my jiz come shooting out of me, and it landed squarely on her sex. I continued to furiously jack, and I felt one, then another, stream of seaman exit out onto the picture of the incredible woman of my passion. I fell back into the pillows, gasping for air, and I released my prick and felt it begin to shrink back down. I sighed, took one last look at the heavenly creature, closed the magazine, and as I cleaned up I began to eagerly await next years issue.

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Staring down at the ground, Tala’s eyes welled up with tears, this time not out of sadness but pure horror at what she had been asked to perform. At this point she wanted desperately to please Cross and to get a reprieve for her stinging bum, but the thought of having to touch herself while sitting in front of him, as though she were on stage giving some kind of performance terrified her. She wasn’t even sure she would know what to do as the only two times her body had ever experienced such pleasure were at his touch, and he had been an experienced older man, who had obviously administered such pleasure to other women.

“Other women…” The thought stung in her mind… the thought that Cross had known other women in this way before he ever met her made her insanely jealous and also made her feel woefully inadequate. A young lady of nineteen, she’d had no sexual experiences whatsoever, aside from the few times she had been groped and fondled by wayward boys in her hometown, but those occurrences were never pleasurable for her. If Cross wanted, he could dump Tala by the wayside and have any other woman he wanted and they’d likely perform gladly for him as he requested. At least they would know what they were doing… But the thought of Cross gaining pleasure from them seared through her mind and she slowly lifted herself off of his lap and wiggled her panties all the way down to her ankles, stepping out of them and leaving them laying on the ground right in front of him, then walked two paces back to sit before him about five to seven feet away. She sat there for a while trying to gather her thoughts and figure out a place to begin, her eyes down at the cold tile floor that was providing some small relief to her rear while adding a pressure against the small welts on her left side that made it uncomfortable to sit on that side for too long, resting moreso on her right side.

Cross sat very still once again, as he had done for those long hours while Tala had sat near the door earlier in the evening. He knew he had to be patient with her and he was already growing slightly erect by the mere thought that she was struggling so hard to please him, to do something that so obviously terrified her to even considering doing alone, let alone with an audience. A small smile grew across his lips while he waited patiently and he crossed his arms to give Tala a gentle reminder that he was waiting for her to complete her task. Her eyes flickered up in his direction, noting the movement, then back to the ground. Leaning on her right side, her legs bent to her left, she reached down between her legs and pushed her hand down to the ground to adjust herself so that she was sitting straight up. Her hand still resting and blocking her sex from his view, she brought her knees up, bending her legs a bit to barely spread her legs, the short black skirt gliding slowly up her thighs to expose most of her long legs. She leaned back and held herself up with her left hand, locking her elbow and looking down between her legs, taking a deep breath and trying to decide how to proceed.

Her hand gently resting on her sex, she looked up to Cross once more and spoke very softly, hoping to gain more mercy from him: “Mr. Cross… I don’t even know what I’m doing… Only you have ever made me… do that…” She couldn’t even bring herself to say the word “cum.” Cross couldn’t help but smile at this, having wondered himself if she had ever brought herself to ecstasy; though he doubted it, he couldn’t be eskişehir escort certain. It also aroused him to think that he indeed had the pleasure and power over her to give her something that only he had seemed able to do.

For a few moments, he considered prohibiting her from ever touching herself again and instead being the sole man to administer pleasure to her ever, but her rosy cheeks and glistening sex, her firm round breasts and her long legs, and her constant shifting to account for her sore bottom, were too much for Cross to resist. “You wanted to be my student, did you not? You came to me, right… the first night and again tonight?” The questions were rhetorical and they both knew it. Her silent acquiescence was enough and he made one more comment then waited quietly and patiently for her to continue. “Now’s the time to start learning, pet… begin.” The tone of his voice made it quite evident to her that reprising her request for help would only make him angrier.

She looked down once more and spread her legs a little wider, anticipating that Cross would instruct her to do so and not wanting to hear him scold her again. She moved her hand timidly over her sex, rubbing it lightly up and down, using all four fingers to move up and down her slit, pausing occasionally to rub in a small circle over her clit. Within seconds, she realized that she could close her eyes to close herself away from the outside world and concentrate on what she was doing. Her eyes closed and face down, she continued rubbing up and down until her fingers began to stick a bit to her own skin, the previously smooth motion now somewhat jerky as the formerly glistening sex was now drier than before and she had become too nervous to be aroused by her own touch. She opened her eyes and looked down at her hand and her pussy surprised, staring at them both trying to understand what she was doing wrong. Cross couldn’t help but chuckle, which caused Tala to grow more humiliated and her eyes started welling up as she grew concerned that she wasn’t going to be able to please him.

Pounding his own chest, Cross let out a small cough and smiled with one more chuckle, “I’m sorry, lilie… I couldn’t help it, but it was too cute… do you know what you’re missing?” Not looking up at him, she withdrew her hand and placed it into her lap, squeezing her thighs together to hide it. She simply shook her head “no” and waited for him to enlighten her. “Stand up and come here…” he ordered of her and she drew herself quickly to her feet and stepped over her panties on the floor towards him, hopeful that he was going to pat her on the back, thank her for trying and give her a new assignment. But Cross would never have considered that and was prepared to sit there all night while she tried to complete his request – little did he know that would nearly turn out to be the case. Standing just before him, he ordered her to part her legs and her cheeks grew a deeper crimson when she realized she wasn’t getting out of the performance. Moving her legs shoulder-width apart, Cross moved his right hand to his mouth and extended his tongue, licking his palm all the way up to the tips of his fingers and gently placed the hand between her legs to cup her, rubbing his fingers and palm up and down her slit, lubricating her sex and smiling. After two or three strokes up and down he removed his hand and smiled to her, her eyes having been down and averted to the side. Gently grasping her gaziantep escort chin and guiding her face so that her eyes locked onto his, he smiled reassuringly. “Now then, there are better ways to accomplish that glide, but we will get to that in time. If need be, don’t be afraid to get yourself started in that way. Return to your place and continue your task.”

She was certain his fingers must have felt how hot her face was burning while he instructed her, but she nodded quickly and took her spot, resuming her position. She moved her hand up and down her sex, now easily gliding with Cross’s assistance and she let out her first soft moan and her hand circled around her clit once more. She shifted in position to account for her sore rear and sat up, spreading her legs more widely to balance herself, her left hand now moving to rub at her breast on the outside of her corset. Closing her eyes and concentrating on the feel of her hands rubbing at the two places she had been most aroused by so far, she continued rubbing a bit until she moaned a second time, though her nervousness had nowhere near subsided yet. The result of her uneasiness meant that she found herself having run dry once more and she shyly raised her right hand to her mouth and mimicked the licking motion that she had observed from Cross. This process cycled three or four times over fifteen minutes or so, while Cross sat quietly watching her intently, his own arousal having moved in well before hers.

With her eyes closed and no sounds from Cross, she began imagining that she was alone, back in the tub on the day that Cross first encountered her exploring her own breasts. Lost in the thought of that day, trying desperately to focus and pretend she was alone, she dipped her hand down into her corset to play with her breast without the interference of the clothes, but found it incredibly difficult and so she struggled to free both of her breasts from the corset, pushing it down a bit and lifting each to rest atop the part of the corset that gently lifted them. Biting her lower lip and squinting her eyes shut as she was inclined to open them and look around, she drew her thoughts back to the tub and began to imitate her recollection of that exploration, her left hand circling around each breast then gently coming to rest on her left nipple to pinch gently at it, as Cross had done. Her right hand reached up to her mouth and rewet her sex, both hands now working the erogenous zones and her thoughts deeply concentrated on her inner fantasies. She moaned more loudly as her left hand reached across to pinch her right breast and rubbed her clitoris a bit more aggressively, her arousal arriving somewhat unexpectedly. Moaning more loudly, more gutturally, and more frequently, she continued working her breasts and her sex, imagining the water rolling over her and listening to the light movement of the pool that was actually beside her to inspire and delude herself that she was actually exploring herself alone.

She worked at her pussy for close to forty-five minutes, at some points seemingly close to an orgasm, her moans highly pitched and choppy… and other points, seeming to struggle with the task, unable to actually make herself cum for him. Despite her best attempts at finishing herself off for him, every time she grew near to orgasm, her thoughts brought her back to Gabriel Cross, because he was the only man who ever made her feel that way, and she would quickly and regrettably giresun escort remember that he was still in the room, watching her during this terribly intimate and vulnerable time and suddenly her movements would grow awkward and graceless, her body stiff and unable to relax, her orgasm slipping away from her. She kept at it a bit longer, but her hands were growing tired and she grew doubtful that she could actually do as he asked. Finally opening her eyes and looking up to him, she pled once more, “Please… I can’t do this without you…” When she finished her sentence and actually looked at his face, she noted that his expression was like that of nothing she had ever really seen from him before – it was a mix of pride, happiness, amusement, and… arousal? She could not be certain, but she thought she could see a color and liveliness to his face that she hadn’t really ever seen.

Cross simply raised his chin and one eyebrow, and stared down at her for a few moments, then spoke. “You can and you will. And this time, pet, look at me while you touch yourself, I want to see every part of you while you do this for me.”

Now completely mortified and concerned, she felt helpless and impotent. Seeing her discouragement, Cross spoke once more, “I am very pleased by your performance so far, lilie, just imagine while you touch yourself that it is actually my hand touching you…” and with that she nodded, dropped her hand down to her sex, boldly dipped her middle finger between her lips to slick up her pussy and began the motions once more, her eyes down at first until she heard him sternly remind her, “Eyes on me, girl.” Lifting her eyes to his, she continued rubbing herself and grasping and kneading at her breasts. Despite her fear in facing him while she touched herself, she realized that watching him while she touched herself, seeing his gentle smiles, noticing the subtle shifting in his sitting positions, and receiving the occasional nods from him, were all reassuring and she felt more encouraged to finish… even slightly aroused when she could see Cross’s desire for her growing.

And then she felt it coming… the sudden rising feeling, her thighs instinctively moving to close and her moans growing more and more high pitched… she moaned and squealed and Cross could tell that she was extremely close but still unable to surmount her fears and cum for him, the excitement and suspense of the moment driving him mad, he sat forward on the bench and leaned towards her, “Cum for me, lilie…. Cum for me right… now…”

Higher and higher pitched moans echoed throughout the room as her hand anxiously worked at her swollen clit, the other one now pinching tightly at her nipple without her even realizing what she was doing, she moaned one last time, then threw her head back and howled as the orgasm washed over her, quickly dropping her hand from her breast to the ground to support herself, her hand still rubbing wildly at her clit, while she screamed in pleasure over and over again, “Oh Cross! Oh Cross! Oh Crosssssssssssssss!” Her head thrashed about for a bit, then she remembered her orders and she looked to him, trying to maintain eye contact, but having a hard time focusing on anything at all while she continued cumming and writhing on that cold tile floor. She lay back while she finished cumming, the coolness sending shivers through her, and kept her small hand pressed against her pounding clit, enjoying every throb as it pulsed through her, all thoughts of modesty gone completely at that moment. Her chest rising and falling quickly as she panted out the rest of her performance and her left hand raised up to hold her forehead as she began to feel dizzy.

The last thing she remembered was Cross cooing, “Good girl, lilie, what a good girl you are to me…”

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Hannah’s husband Chris groaned and unloaded his cum onto her breasts and stomach. Hannah sighed and wiped it off with a towel, rolled over in bed and pondered her unsatisfying sex life as she heard Chris snoring a bit next to her.

Hannah was still quite young at 23. She was a brunette with hair past her shoulders, which she usually wore in a bun with a few flyaways down the sides of her face. She was very pretty but very pale, and her blue eyes shone brighter because of it. She was healthy-looking but not athletic. Her skin was very soft and creamy white. Her breasts were a modest 34B, but they fit her petite frame and she liked how sensitive they were to her touch.

Hannah had married a young associate at her father’s business. He was 25 when she met him, and they married only a year after they had met. Hannah thought she was in love then, but the truth was that she was very inexperienced and had married the first man she had felt the slightest feeling for.

Chris wasn’t her ideal man, that was for sure. He kept himself in decent shape but was very boring. He was an engineer who still worked with Hannah’s father. Chris spent most of his time tinkering with computers or playing video games when he wasn’t working, and was very inattentive to Hannah’s sexual needs. Hannah couldn’t even remember a time when their sex life had been good. Chris would nearly always orgasm within five minutes of having sex and never wanted to experiment. He wouldn’t try anal sex as he thought it was unsanitary and wouldn’t even go down on Hannah. Sometimes he didn’t even want Hannah to go down on him, but would prefer to fuck Hannah’s pussy for a few minutes and then blow his load onto her naked body.

Hannah peeked over at Chris to make sure he was asleep, and then got up to find her vibrator. She had got it in secret one day at an adult sex store. One day she was feeling particularly unsatisfied, and with Chris gone on a business trip, she thought it the perfect time to do something pleasurable for herself. However, Hannah was quite shy and very inexperienced with sex toys. She stood in front of the vibrators and dildos for so long that a man came over and asked her if she needed help. She was a bit wary that he was a pervert, but he helped her pick out one that he said his girlfriend loved, and even showed her which batteries were needed for it.

Hannah was surprised at his knowledge of a woman’s sexual needs. She was even more shocked that he was okay with his girlfriend using a vibrator. If Chris knew Hannah had a vibrator, it would crush him and make him feel like less of a man. Hannah, once she knew she could trust the man in the sex store, actually felt a tingle of arousal. He was very attractive, with a bit of a stomach but well-toned arms and very wide shoulders. His hair was dark and he had lovely green eyes and a mouth that seemed to always be upturned in a smile. His girlfriend was so lucky, Hannah thought, and flushed bright red when she realized that not only was she jealous, but also sexually aroused. She felt hot and simply choked out a “t-thank you so much,” before dashing to the counter to pay. She paid in cash she had received for her elazığ escort birthday so Chris wouldn’t find out about it on their bank account.

The dildo was bright pink with a large head and long shaft. It spun to the left and right and would even swirl inside of her. It had a vibrator for her clit and an attachment for anal penetration. When Hannah brought the dildo home for the first time, she was somewhat intimidated. She had only masturbated a few times in her life, and always felt guilty about it. But Chris was away on business, and the man at the store made female masturbation and dildos seem like the most natural thing in the world. Hannah sipped a bit of wine and lit some candles, and then masturbated furiously, thinking about the man in the store making love to her, while his girlfriend watched, using her own dildo. After achieving orgasm, Hannah felt liberated, and then terribly sad. She knew she couldn’t involve Chris in her new-found sexuality, or he would be ashamed of her and of himself. But still, Hannah felt good about herself. That night she masturbated three times more.

Hannah had now had the dildo a little over a year, and Chris still didn’t know she had it. He usually went to bed very early because he worked nearly every day, even Saturdays and sometimes Sundays. He would normally have sex with her and blow his load on her, and then not wake up for a good 7 to 8 hours. Once asleep, Hannah would go out to the living room to use her dildo, which she kept hidden in a drawer below a pile of tampons and pads she kept in the bathroom. Chris would never look in there. It became a nightly ritual for her to masturbate with her dildo, and sometimes she would use the anal attachment.

Tonight she was feeling very frisky and so she brought the anal attachment along with her to the couch. She turned the TV on because she was afraid Chris would hear the vibrating sounds, slipped out of her pajama bottoms, and kicked off her silky black panties. She got under a blanket on the couch and got to work.

Hannah was already slightly aroused from sex with Chris. It wasn’t that she didn’t like the sex…it just didn’t last long enough. Still, she had never orgasmed during sex before, and Chris had never even seen her orgasm. It made her sad to think that he didn’t seem to care about it. Right now, though, her pussy was wet, and begging for some attention. The dildo slipped easily into her tight hole, and her clit contracted a bit from the pleasure. She turned on the dildo and it began to spin inside of her. She gasped audibly and a hand flew up to her mouth. She was very nervous, and her heart beat rapidly. She felt like a child who didn’t want to be caught by her parents.

She felt her juices flowing and felt a little wetness drip out of her pussy and down to her ass. This excited her, so she put the anal attachment on and poked it against her anal opening. It felt strange, as it always did, and Hannah decided to bring things to the next level. She turned on the vibrator at a low setting and allowed it to rest against her swollen clit, trying to maneuver the anal attachment into her ass.

Hannah erzincan escort groaned in pleasure as the small ass dildo slipped inside of her. It wasn’t very big, but it was just the right size to make Hannah feel very naughty. Once everything was set up, Hannah laid back with her eyes glazed over, letting the dildo do all the work.

Tonight, though, she wanted to try something else. She checked in the hallway to make sure Chris hadn’t woken up, and decided to straddle the armrest of the couch, with her dildo still inside of her two holes, and the vibrator humming away. She sat down on it and noticed that she could shove the dildo farther inside of her by putting all of her weight onto the arm rest. She started to bounce up and down a little on the armrest, feeling the dildo going in and out of her pussy, still twirling away inside of her. She used one hand to steady herself and the other to press the vibrator harder against her clit.

“Oh god,” she moaned, clenching her ass muscles and her pussy onto the dildo. Her nipples were so hard they were poking out of her pajama shirt. She wondered how ridiculous she looked, with no pants on, straddling a couch armrest while hopping up and down, nipples poking out of an old t-shirt and pressing a vibrator closer to her clit. She couldn’t think about this for long, though, because her clit was nearing its release. Her whole body felt so warm and she was literally panting from sexual desire. Nothing was going to stop her now.

She moved back on her ass slightly in order to push the anal dildo inside her a little more, and turned up the speed on the dildo inside of her pussy. She was now hopping madly, squeezing her eyes shut and thinking about nothing in particular, until an image popped into her head: Her, bent over a couch like the one she was humping, while multiple men touched and probed her with their cocks. She imagined infinite men hovering over her, one sucking dutifully on her clit, others sucking on her nipples, and of course someone with a huge cock penetrating her over and over again. They were chanting all around her, “Come Hannah, please come for us! We want to see you orgasm!”

Hannah couldn’t believe what she was thinking. It was the dirtiest thing she had ever fantasized about, but as soon as she heard in her head all of the men pleasuring her shouting, “Come for us!” she lost control and let out a very audible moan. She felt a profound heat build up in her and erupt, sending waves of warmth and intense pleasure as her muscles relaxed totally, and she collapsed, slipping off of the armrest and onto the floor. She was in absolute heaven, and she could feel her pussy releasing what felt like gallons of juices all over the dildo and onto the floor.

Once she was down from her orgasm, she switched off the dildo and slipped it gingerly out of her. She felt such emptiness in her ass and pussy and wondered if she’d be up for another round when she heard a door creak open. Her head swung towards the hallway and saw the shadow of her husband. Her heart began to beat furiously and she shoved the dildo underneath the couch pillows, frantically shoving her erzurum escort legs through her panties and her pajama pants. She rushed off to the kitchen to compose herself, opening the refrigerator door to cool herself off and also to hide her face from view. She heard her husband’s footsteps as they neared the kitchen.

“Honey?” Chris spoke. “Are you okay?”

Hannah closed the refrigerator door and looked up at Chris, who was standing in the kitchen doorway. “I’m f-fine,” Hannah said, her voice cracking slightly. She cleared her throat, her heart still beating madly. He looked at her curiously. “Is something wrong?” she asked.

“No, but I thought I heard something out here. I think it was the TV, though. Can’t sleep?”

“No, I’m sorry sweetie. I’ll go to bed now.” Hannah walked past Chris with her head down, her cheeks flushed red, hoping he wouldn’t look at her. Her legs were still weak from her orgasm and she walked limply to the bedroom, feeling her pussy juices dripping still onto her panties. Her pussy muscles contracted at how dirty she felt under the eyes of her husband. The evidence of her masturbation was collecting in a puddle in her panties, and as she walked she felt her clitoris shiver slightly. There was even a faint smell of sweat and sex around her, but Chris was oblivious, even though her face was flushed red and her nipples were still poking proudly on her t-shirt. Hannah was shocked at her arousal at almost being caught, because she knew it would be hell for her if Chris discovered the dildo.

She hoped Chris would come to bed along with her, and that he wouldn’t find her dildo. She’d have to grab it tomorrow when she woke up. Hannah slipped into bed, feeling sexually satisfied but also terrified – not only at her nearly getting caught, but also at her new sexual fantasy. Hannah had never fantasized about a gang bang before. In fact, prior to tonight she had found the idea revolting. When she thought of gang bangs it was usually a typical porn gang bang where a girl was getting used by men who didn’t care about her pleasure. But her fantasy was different. In her fantasy, the men seemed to get off on Hannah’s pleasure. They acted like it was all they needed to be satisfied.

Hannah listened attentively to Chris in the living room. She was too embarrassed to face him again, but was worried he would find her dildo. Thankfully, though, she heard him walking around in the kitchen, closing a cupboard and putting something in the microwave.

She squeezed her legs together against her clit savoring her orgasm now that she was almost positive Chris wouldn’t find her dildo. Even if he did sit on the couch he wouldn’t necessarily feel it Hannah had shoved it underneath the pillows in the corner. Hannah smiled slightly, thinking about Chris sitting obliviously near her sex toy, her juices drying up around it. Maybe I’ll take the dildo with me into the shower to clean it, she thought with a dirty smile on her face.

As she drifted off to sleep, she wondered if she’d be able to find men like the ones in her fantasy. Chris was her first sexual partner, and was only vaguely aware of the world of sex around her. But I’m married, she reasoned. I can’t be thinking about gang bangs. Yet she continued to imagine these men playing with her like she was their queen, and they were the servants of her pleasure. Well if a situation like that presented itself, she thought, yawning lazily, I certainly wouldn’t refuse it.

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I had watched them bring him in, even had watched the news reports on him before that. This strange man that brought new levels to the term insane and yet at the same time, caring, the story of how he was caught circulated freely in my circle of colleagues. All of them wanted to be his doctor, and yet none volunteered besides my offer to doctor him. I was floored when I had gone to the director and asked if I could be considered to be his psychiatrist.

“You are the first to ask my dear, he was admitted yesterday so he is yours. Have some lunch and read his file, you are seeing him in two hours.” He tells me with a smile before handing me a very thin folder and then showing me the door with a hand to my rear.

I spend the next two hours sitting in the cafeteria picking at a dried salad reading the four page file three times, taking notes on the borders and a few spare napkins. It was amazing how little information is known on this Pitre Mourir. So lost in my musings and question writing I jump when Joe leans over my shoulder.

“Sorry Doc, I’m here to remind you about your new patient, it’s time for his session.”

“Oh right, could you throw that salad away for me, I swear if they don’t improve the food here we will all be patients.” I say smiling at him as I grab up my things.

“That would be why us orderlies don’t eat in here, we pool funds and send one or two out for food. If you wish I could make a special run today for something for you and tomorrow on we can include you in the orders.”

“Hmmm, that is a good idea, I’ll let you know if I want anything today though, I’m a little nervous there’s so much not known on this guy, like his name. I can’t imagine his parents actually named him Pitre Mourir.”

“Well that’s what you are going to find out for us doc, here’s your door I’ll go get him.”

I watch him walk away for a second, unable to resist staring at his butt. I must admit he has a most delicious ass though being married has so many perks there are some moments of damn involved, his butt is one of those. My husband doesn’t have that nice of a butt, though the rest of him is pleasing enough.

Thoughts of sex rolling around in my head I go into my office. Sofa moved back to the interview position, I had to move it for my morning patient, he preferred sitting on the floor. I’m in the process of moving the coffee table back when the door opens. Turning my head to see who was just barging in saved me, a tall lithe man with blue hair rushing straight for me.

I had no time for thought or dodging, my martial training kicked right in. My right hand shot out connecting squarely with his chest, my foot kicking his front foot into his rear and he is falling, straight at me his weight and momentum threatening to overwhelm me, if it wasn’t for my own foot supporting us both into a turn he would have landed on me. Instead we both land on the sofa, him on his back, me on top of him.

Joe was of course right behind him, though now he is on one knee next to the coffee table laughing hard trying to catch his breath. While he struggles for breath I look down at the smiling man under me. His short blue hair cascading all over the place though there are bits of blonde peaking through, speaking volumes of a self done dye job with not approved dyes. Peeking out through his hair at me are strikingly blue eyes, under that is an elongated thin nose. His thin lips stretched into a huge smile.

“So doc, are we going to talk about the first thing that rises with you atop me or do you want me to talk about my mom?” Are his first words, his voice is thin rather like the rest of him making it sound like he is talking through a paper towel roll.

I can’t help but laugh at his words, feeling a bit of a lump forming as I get off of him. I shoo Joe out of the room before I sit at my chair, notebook in hand.

“Oh now doc no need for notes, I’m memorable enough.”

“Yes you are but I really must take notes, our first few sessions are a get to know each other time and I can decide on any medication for you. Now before you say anything else, yes we are going to talk about your mom, and what it was like growing up for you.”

“Oh all right if you must pry, but please be gentle it’s my first time.” He says as he reclines on the sofa, his knees high slightly spread.

“I will I swear, now tell me where you were born and what it was like for you growing up.” I couldn’t help but giggle, his position reminding me so much of the back seat where I had my first sex.

“Let’s see, I was born on the plains, I couldn’t see or hear. My first years were not terribly informative until this wonderful çorum escort woman came and taught me to sign.”

“You are not Helen Keller, come on be serious here. How about this, you are 7 years old what are you doing?”

“But, but I’m only 6 and a half years old.”

“Oh all right, let’s talk about your hair. Why is your hair blue?”

“Oh that’s easy, I was feeling blue and the toilet is filled with such a great blue I just dunked my head a few times.”

“Well that makes sense, disgusting but it does make sense. Now you said you were blue, so you are not feeling blue anymore?”

“No I’m not and it’s not disgusting actually, that blue in the toilet is a disinfectant and I did flush twice before I dunked, my hair is about as clean as it would be if I bleached it.”

“I’ll take your word for that. Why are you not blue anymore if you want to talk about that?”

“Oh I’m not blue anymore because I happened to meet this incredible woman who can hold her own in a fight, is smart, and drop dead gorgeous. If you stand and do a little twirl for me I’ll be able to tell if you have the body of a goddess like I think you do. I’m not sure you understand I only got a brief glimpse of you before you deposited me on the sofa.” He says as he sits up rotating on the sofa to face in my direction his hands to his knees like a little kid on Christmas morning.

“Well thank you very much, though I am a married woman. Now if you are not blue anymore perhaps we should get your hair blonde again.” He continues to sit there perched on the edge of the sofa staring at me.

“I’ll just leave that out there for you to ponder. Let’s talk your name, you can’t actually be named Pitre Mourir, that’s a French name, no French parents would name their son that and anyone looking through the name books wouldn’t find it. What is your actual name?”

Nothing but staring at me still, his hands are pressed into his knees with a death grip, turning the knuckles white, his smile is gone and his eyes are a bit red at the edges now.

“I can’t let this one go you know I’m not going to be calling you that.”

His hand raises a finger upward where it twirls slowly, visibly shaking. His eyes are quite red now, his whole body trembling with suppressed rage. With a sigh I stand up and twirl for him, my hands pulling my skirt in a proper place as I spin. My spin completed I sit down again, his face lit up with joy as he claps happily. At this moment looking like nothing more than a young child that had just watched the Disneyland Main Street Parade.

“Now that I have done a spin for you, what is your name?”

“I don’t feel blonde today, what I would really like is purple. I’m feeling kingly today, could you perhaps see your way to getting me some hair dye of the purple variety?”

“Yes that could be arranged, though we were trying to talk about your name.” I answer as I am making a note in my notebook.

“We could talk about that while waiting for my dye.”

“Oh all right, don’t move I need to make a phone call.” I tell him as I get up one hand absently pulling my skirt down.

I grab the phone and dial the front desk as I sit on the corner of my desk. As I am telling the orderly there to find Joe and send him to my office I glance over at my patient. He has moved he is now sitting on the sofa as if it is a canoe he is acting like he is rowing. Periodically he rises on his knees and peers around, as if searching for something. He looks at me, his face lights up and he settles back down rowing madly, his face eager.

Mid stroke he spills forward then rolls off the sofa. Jumping to his feet he feels in front of him, running his hands up and down the invisible wall. He feels to the sides for a way around, turning in place as if he is enclosed in a box. Once he has spun around once he looks at me, panic crossing his face as he takes a crushed against the wall pose.

There is a knock at the door, telling him to stay there I move to the door and open it to find Joe standing there. The sudden look over my shoulder prompts me to turn and look, Pitre is advancing towards us, no longer crushed up against the wall instead he is for all appearances being pushed ahead of a wall.

“Go sit down on the sofa.” I tell him with my hand again to his chest, the feel of his lithe muscular chest under my hand sending a little spark running through my body.

We watch him go sit on the sofa, head drooped a pout to his lips. “Joe I need you to go and find a purple hair dye for him, see if you can get a good shampoo as well, he’s got toilet blue on his head. Before you ask yes actually denizli escort I do want something, I have a sudden urge for a milkshake, may as well get me some fries and a burger, may as well go whole hog on fattening myself up.” As I look up at Joe I notice his eyes going up and down my body for a second.

“Hair dye I can do, I don’t think I want to help you fatten yourself up though doc, not like there is a plethora of gals running around here.”

“Oh, oh yes I want a milky shake, can I have a milky shake mommy?” This from the sofa, we both turn to look at him.

He is still sitting on the sofa, sort of. He crawled up and is sitting on the support, knees spread wide with his hands clasped together. As we are watching him we notice a slight movement, he is rocking back and forth perched atop the back of the sofa. As I open my mouth to suggest he not do that he tumbles over the back with a cry. Before either of us gets two steps closer he appears over the back of the sofa grinning maniacally.

“I fall down but no boom.”

With a sigh I move to my desk to get my purse out, I almost bump into Joe when I turn. Giggling an apology I pull out a twenty, then a second to cover the cost of the dye. Joe smiles and exits, sitting down again I find my new patient just staring at me, a half smile on his lips.

“I think we’re alone now.” He gets up and starts dancing to that song.

“Oh now do sit please I need to make some progress with you. Otherwise I may be taken off your case, buying you hair dye and a milk shake requires some positive steps.” I get a smile then he is falling into the sofa lying on it his hands pressed together on his stomach.

“Well alright doc, come on out with it shrink me, but not to small I don’t want to be a rat snack.” I giggle at the comment and pull up my note pad.

“We were going to talk about your name.”

“Oh right, Pitre Mourir. I’m not sure why you’re asking I said it enough times to the reporters and judge.” I sigh and shake my head.

“No, no not the name you like to go by your actual name.” He sits up and looks at me.

“That is my real name.” I make a note not really believing him.

“I swear it is doc, my parents didn’t really like me I was dropped on an orphanage door when I was four.” I look up at him.

“Well alright, would you be open to trying a light drug treatment? Your emotions are all over the place and perhaps with the proper treatment.” He stands up and gets in a couples dancing pose.

“Sure doc but you have to dance with me until Joe gets back then I’ll take my pills like a good little boy.”

I just stare at him, not really sure if dancing is quite what he has in mind. My eyes travel over him noting that for a scrawny man he has a nice form. I sigh and get up figuring why not I can take him if it comes to a fight. I step into his arms and we are moving into a circle waltz surprising me a little people don’t normally do this particular dance. His movements are quick and sure and really everything my husband is not.

I jump when his hand falls to my butt he squeezes a little before I pull it back up. Ever moving the second time his hands moves to my butt he squeezes and pulls me close to him. I look down noticing that he is tenting a little, my breasts pulled into his firm chest.

“I am a married woman, none of this.” I say to him he smiles at me gives out a short bark of a laugh then lets me back away.

We keep dancing, I can’t help but be a little embarrassed at the reaction my body is having to him. It’s just been so long since I’ve danced with a man, my husband is just plain horrible at dancing. I jump when Joe knocks and comes in three drinks in a tray and a bag in his hands. Joe pulls me over to my desk then stands between me and my patient his face not looking happy.

“Jesus doc what the hell was that?” I sigh and look up at him.

“Probably a bad idea, I asked if I could put him on a drug treatment and he said only if we danced. He seems manic and I can’t get a straight answer out of him.”

“Damn, if the drug works great, if not I hope you’re not going to give him more treatment like that.” I shake my head and look down.

“I’m married Joe, I have the total look and don’t touch thing down pat. Dancing is one thing him trying for more is getting his ass kicked.” Joe chuckles and smiles at me.

“Just checking, so I found him a royal purple hair dye would you believe that, I bought a regular old guy shampoo as well, only a buck you had that extra by a large margin.”

“Thanks Joe, keep the change for the next time I’m in, days off are lovely.”

The düzce escort burger is heavenly, both of the men in my office sneaking fries while we sit and drink our shakes. I can’t help but sneak glances at my patient’s crotch, he seems to have no shame the bulge has not lowered. With my patient heading back to his cell I make more notes then write up the order for the light drug treatment and testing. I drop that off at the nurse’s station then head for the director’s office. My knock is greeted with an immediate come in, inside I find the director and one of my fellow psychiatrists.

“Ah such excellent timing Dr. Jocasta, your associate and I were talking about your patient. Have you made any progress?” I sit in the offered chair and smile.

“I’ve made small progress, he is controlling and manic, almost dangerously so. When he first came into my office he charged me, I put him on his back on the sofa with me above him. He was very happy with that, Joe was wheezing when he came in I think it had been a chase. I’ve built a trust with him, weak but it is there by buying him a milk shake, shampoo and purple hair dye. I have also managed to get him to agree to a light drug therapy, testing tomorrow while I am off.”

“Have you made any progress on his name?” My colleague asks looking interested I shake my head.

“He never said much true about him, said he was Helen Keller and a little later said his parents didn’t like him and left him on an orphanage door when he was four. I’m hoping with the drug treatment he will open up in a week or two.”

“Well excellent work on your first session, go on home it’s almost time for all of us.” The director tells me I smile at him and get up.

“Thank you, be careful with him, he seems to not like authority much.”

I enter our apartment with a sigh, already knowing my husband is out with his friends, baseball and a bar after if memory serves right. Dropping off everything I check our messages. I have one from my sensei reminding me tomorrow afternoon I am trying for my black belt. The second is from my husband saying he loves me and misses me. I sigh and smile loving how he will do silly things like leave messages on our answering machine.

No other messages I go into our bedroom and get out of my dress. Not really hungry yet I drop onto the bed and just stare at the ceiling. Wishing my husband was here right now to pleasure me I reach into the nightstand and pull out my vibrator. Turning it on I run it over my nipples making them stand tall and ache for lips sucking on them. Moving the buzzing toy lower I close my eyes and let my thoughts wander.

I see myself in a club people moving past me, sitting beside me at the bar. I ignore them my husband is coming for me. I sigh seeing him the way I’d like him to be, slimmed down to muscular perfection instead of thick in the middle and just a little bit of a double chin. He takes my hand and pulls me onto the dance floor. We dance, not in the shambling way we did at our wedding, but with passion and skill, his sure steps flitting us across the dance floor. My toy has traveled down me to just entice me with touches to my clit and lips.

Unable to hold it back anymore I slide the vibrator in me getting a tremble of almost orgasm. In my mind I see my husband flitting us across the dance floor to a hidden booth setting me atop the table. My clothes gone, his lying on the floor he steps up between my open legs. I moan when my husband enters me, my already wet pussy going into overdrive. I moan with his passion atop me, feeling his cock driving in and out of me as the vibrators does the same.

An orgasm travels through me pulling my knees up, both hands to my pussy. My eyes open with the last dregs of my orgasm rolling through me before closing them again wanting more. This time I see myself naked in my office with my new client running at me, likewise naked. Instead of taking him down I jump to meet him legs spread wide. A second orgasm rolls through me as I see him entering me, putting me on the sofa, and fucking me hard.

I scream my pleasure as I see myself wrapping my legs around him. His hinted at cock entering so fully that I find it hard to breathe. I move with him as he has me, his cock feeling so good deep in my sodden depths. I know I’m rolling around on the bed but it feels so incredibly real as his hands maul my breasts. The passion is almost a living thing above me as he fucks me I’m moaning seeing the ceiling of my office above me. Pulled from the fantasy by my last orgasm, toes curling, back arched I can’t do anything but lie there.

Rolling on to my side with the last of my orgasm fading away I shiver trying to work out why I was thinking of him in my playtime. Feeling like I just cheated on my husband I stare at the clock, feeling my toy partly inside me still, and shiver. Deciding it was just a passing fancy because he danced with me, I get up to order pizza.

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A sweltering sun beat down on those toiling in the fields. Under the canopy near the stream though it was cool and crisp, the breeze passing through the branches whispering like lovers to each other.

Jimmy marched towards her, his master’s oldest daughter. Her back was to him. She was naked, her pink skin flawless. Her hair, long and red like fire, hung in the middle of her back, plaited into a tight ponytail. It looked like rope; he wanted to take it his hand and pull. He licked his lips, hardly able to contain himself at the sight of her nakedness, her vulnerability and her apparent purity.

Kathleen could hear him coming. Though his steps were soft in the grass she could still hear them above the wind. She closed her eyes, goose pimples rippling across her flesh as the thought of his strong hands on her slender body filled her mind. Her nipples were hard and her pussy was tingling with anticipation at what was between the man’s legs.

A bird fluttering above started to sing, Kathleen smiled wrapping her arms around her body.

Jimmy should have known better but the temptation that stood before him was too much to turn down. He stopped inches from behind her and flicked her ponytail over her shoulder. Leaning, he took a whiff of her perfumed skin.

Kathleen shuddered feeling his hot breath on her neck. It teased the fine hairs there enticing her to moan softly and sending a flood of blood to her pussy.

Jimmy kissed her neck, his large hands on her shoulders. Her skin was so soft, it was soft as the silk she wore the first day he saw her. It was nothing like the flesh he’d felt on other slaves, the female slaves around the plantation. Their skin was coarse like the bark of a tree; their aroma was of aged sweat and their hair like wild rope tied together haphazardly. Kathleen was the total opposite with soft skin diyarbakır escort and a sweet fragrance to her and hair that reminded him of a spider’s web it was so delicate.

His dick, hard since he entered the area with her touched her butt, probing between the crack.

“Ahhhh!” Kathleen moaned melting in his hands. She wanted it. She wanted it bad. It felt so big, so hard and strong. She couldn’t wait to feel it in her. Would it hurt? She wondered. Would she cry when he put it in, further than she’d ever felt a dick inside her before? Kathleen couldn’t wait to find out.

She turned and kissed his lips, her eyes closed.

His hands moved across her body as she kissed him, squeezing her breasts as they made their way down her stomach to the soft web of pubic hair to the warm supple flesh of her pussy, teasing her clit slightly before they snaked back up to her breasts and squeezed them.

Forsaking her lips his head was lowered to the pink mounds of flesh on her chest. Taking one in his mouth, making circles on the aureoles so pink and tender, circles gradually getting smaller and smaller he pulled back before his tongue could touch the nipple.

Kathleen felt it deep, the temptation and then the rejection. She wanted it. She wanted it bad. Her hands in his un-kept hair she closed them around tuffs of his hair, hurting him with her fingernails in the flesh yet he ignored it as he moved to the next breast.

Would he tease her again? She asked herself. Would he? “Suck pleasee…” she whispered as his tongue closed in on the upright nipple, standing out like a soldier at inspection.

His mouth was around the flesh pulling it gently with his teeth teasing what he caught with his tongue.

Kathleen could not retrain herself.

The sounds that came from her edirne escort lips drew Jimmy deeper into the act. Hearing her whimpering like a dog, at his mercy increased his desire to have her.

Pulling her down into the grass with him, his hands moving about her body, guiding her in the position he wanted she was on him when he was done, her legs spread over his, her back to him.

He lay back while she sat upright on his shaft. His hands were on her hips ready to pull her down onto it. For some reason she was only on the head.

Kathleen perched on the head of his dick, moving slightly, feeling it tickle her, sending chills through her body, hoping it teased him, teased him enough to make him pull her down on it.

Her heart racing, sweat beading on her brow she wondered what would happen. The answer wasn’t long in coming.

Jimmy digging his hands into her hips pulled her roughly down onto his dick.

She gasped, her mouth remaining open as he began to pull her back against his chest, against the hard pectoral muscles of his chest, his nipples in her back, while his hands were on hers, continuing to tease them as he pushed himself inside her, going deeper each time, bring louder cries from her.

The desire to go faster and hard was Kathleen’s and she took it. Sitting up on his shaft she began to slowly bounce. Moving up and down gently enjoying the feeling of his dick as it caressed the inside of her pussy.

Hot inside her pussy, Jimmy savored the feeling of the silky fire that was her pussy. It was soft, the flesh tender, it was hot, hotter than the sweltering sun above and it was wet, the wetness so much he could almost feel it rolling down his shaft, maybe that was something else.

She started to go faster.

His hands were on her hips pulling her down each time edirne escort bayan her pussy enveloped his dick, sucking it into the chasm of creation.

Kathleen put her hands on his shin for leverage, leverage for her wild ride. She squeezed the flesh around the shinbone feeling the quake in her pussy begin.

Watching her ass as it rose up and down, glistening with sweat; Jimmy took one hand off the hip and slapped a cheek.

“AHHH!” She cried out.

He smiled and slapped again, each time she came down on him.

“AHHH!”

The sting of his hand on her motivated speed and ferocity. Her insides were boiling, almost ready to explode but she wouldn’t slow down. Faster and faster she went coming down harder and harder on his dick, venturing to break it if she could. Her butt slapped against his pelvis almost as hard as his hand against her butt.

Jimmy could feel himself cumming.

He closed his eyes, laying back, his hand on her butt, not slapping but squeezing hard now, squeezing hard just as her pussy, encompassing his hard shaft was squeezing, squeezing as the moment of her climax approached.

“AHHH God!” She cried.

Jimmy pushed up into her as his cum exploded in her.

“God! God! AHHH! UHHH!”

He pursed his lips and pushed with what strength he had left; now his body was relaxing.

Her breathing was hard. Laying back on him she closed her eyes.

The quake of her body still continued. It rose and fell periodically, causing her to contort her face at times then to relax it as the moment passed only to do so again, until finally like the peal of a bell it faded and her orgasm was ended.

His left hand across her chest, tickling the right breast and his left hand between her legs orbiting her clitoris, slowly.

She was moving her head from side to side slowly, still moaning and even though she was on top of him, her flesh pressed against his, hot in the after math of the passionate ride and still around his dick, imprisoning it he felt like no prisoner, no slave to be dominated.

With her body limp on his, he was the one who dominated he was the master now.

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He sat in a chair across from the end of the bed that I laid in naked and exposed for him, my fingers twisting and pumping inside of my sex. His eyes were locked on my naked flesh, as his fingers steeple together elbows resting on the plush arm rests of his chair. The experience of being so exposed to him made me shiver with arousal as he just stared between my wide splayed legs; admiring me like I was something to devour. The slick sound of my cunt sucking on my fingers echoed as I continued to furiously pump in and out. My chest was rising and falling with fast shallow breaths as I looked into those deep azure eyes of his. “Take your fingers out please.”

His voice was so calm and gentle that I couldn’t help myself but comply with the simple request he asked of me. Pulling them free from the sucking tightness, I squirmed as I felt drips of honey leak from my hole down my perineum and against the pucker of my virgin asshole. “Now, I want you to pull on your nipples, until they’re rock hard. Gather them between your thumb and forefinger my precious little slut, and just tug ever so slowly – really drawl it out. I want you to feel it.” His commands were so detailed and lewd but they were always said with a simple tone, nothing about the sound would come out as sexual or demanding and it was as if he was just having a normal conversation about the weather.

Slowly my hands rose up my body, fingers skimming along the sensitive layer of my skin coaxing it to ripple with goose bumps, before finally they reached my breasts. My palms cupped them sliding up the sides and my thumb perched at the top near the crevice of my armpit. My fingers fanned out as they slid upwards, the tips brushing over my nipples back and forth causing them to get hard. Slowly my thumbs and forefingers came together, capturing my nipples prisoner between their grip and I slowly rolled them side to side, pulling gently at first and increasing the pressure and pull over time. I whimpered as I looked over at him, my brow raised eyebrows furrowing together as my eyes stayed locked on his and I pressed my teeth against my bottom lip pulling tightly, “Oh….they…they’re so sensitive!!!” The pain that began to emanate from my breasts was becoming too extreme for me, and I looked down at him, cheeks bright red and burning, “please let me stop it hurts….”

When I gave my request to him he smirked and chuckled lowly the sound like a rumble of thunder as those gorgeous eyes glittered mischievously. The brilliant perfect smile had turned up in the corner with that smirk that screamed he had more up his sleeve, or that he was amused at my lack of pain control but either way he showed nothing else in his reaction as he leaned back in his chair, his fingers moving to lace together. “Do you see my jeaned legs Slut?” Struggling I turned my head down to take a look at his long perfect legs covered in the deep stormy blue colored fabric, my breasts in my hands still being fondled with a gentle pressure and I nodded quickly, “y..yes.” The word came out breathless and bursa escort he nodded satisfied. “I want your nipples raking my legs, moving up slowly until your breasts are wrapped around my cock, so that while I thrust in between the grip you create by pushing them together, I can reach down and pull on those perfect nubs.”

I groaned at the thought, the visual in my head was heavenly and my thighs closed and rubbed together trying to get enough pressure to pull pleasure into my loins. “Open your legs. Now.” The tone of that now was demanding, insistent almost warning like and immediately they spread for him. Even my body knew better than to defy him in anyway, as if it was fearful of the punishments that he was capable of giving. “I want you to know that from here on out, when you are in my bed, your body is no longer yours. You are mine, your body is mine and I own you mind, body and soul. Now open your cunt for me with two fingers, that’ll make your clit swell up. Tell me, who’s clit is it?” I listened to him speak those words, claiming me as his own as I laid upon his bed exposed for him so lewdly. I laid there not just because he had desire for me and because I loved him, but because he and I both knew I’d do whatever he asked of me.

Pulling my left hand off my breast I shakily lowered it, hand wobbling as I slid it over my smooth bald cunt spreading it wide with two fingers. I held the plump lips open, the air swirling around it, making my hips squirm even more as the air turned ice cold on the heated wetness. Swallowing harshly I could feel the way my breath caught for a moment before I spoke to him, eyes shutting as I admitted his claim, “this clit is yours….no longer mine….” I could feel my pulse pick up as I hoped that my words pleased him and soon enough I was rewarded with a low humming purr from his chest and those two glorious words that made me melt every time: “Good girl, now rub it please.” I beamed inside as if someone had just turned a light on inside of me and I squirmed my hips as my finger caressed the sensitive throbbing pearl of my clit, soft whimpers escaping my lips as it felt like a fire was being ignited on my skin. I panted heavily, cheeks puffing with heavy paced exhales and the reactions I was giving caused him to let out a chaste laugh.

“That makes me so wet Daddy…” I admitted this to him, cheeks tingling from the heavy amounts of blood that continued to pool underneath my ivory skin and he raised an eyebrow cocking his head to the side, crimson strands swaying with the movement. “What? Knowing you’re mine? My little girl?” He smiled amused at me and I shook my head, hips rocking steadily as I began pressing my finger and clit closer together, “no Daddy, when you call me a good girl, it makes me so drippy…see?!” I pointed with a third finger to my hole honey leaking from it even more than before, a combination of the cool air, his voice and everything about him wrapped up with the bow of ‘good girl’ being the cause. It was then he sat forward, resting çanakkale escort his chin on his hands as his gaze locked onto my dripping slit. “Pinch it between rubbing, and I want you to rub your ass with a finger too. Rim my hole my darling slut, don’t talk, just do it.” It turned me on so much when he spoke to me this way, and my cunt pulsated inside as he spoke.

With every command he gave to me I complied and I bit my lip so hard I swore I was only a tiny bit of pressure away from making it bleed. I shifted my fingers holding myself open with my pinky and thumb, my forefinger and middle finger grasping my clit pinching it, rolling it with an awkward yet amazing pressure. My right hand finally left my breast coming down my body and hooking under my thigh as I spread my ass open for him letting him see both of my holes completely exposed. The amount of juice that had dripped over my tight pucker was soon smeared against it as I rimmed the hole with the tip of my middle finger. Every now and then I’d press just gently feeling the muscle give way, wanting to take my finger inside but I didn’t do it until I was told to. I knew better than to give my body pleasure that was not granted to me first. I twisted my torso a bit to the side so I could watch him more intensely and listen to the sound of his breath.

I knew he was trying to remain in control but the way his chest rose with every breath, so heavy and slow from his arousal was unmistakable. He scooted the chair closer to the bed, leaning in, his face just half a foot away from my cunt. Looking up at me between my parted thighs, he smirked, “slide a finger in your pussy and another in your ass little girl, swirl your fingers and tell me you’re mine before pushing another finger inside of you.” I trembled looking at him, eyes wide with a mixture of arousal and nerves. “Daddy I’ve never been able to fit two fingers in my ass before.” I swallowed hard at the thought of disappointing him and he just offered a gentle smile shaking his head, “just try baby, if you can’t then you cant, its ok.” He was comforting me and I melted at the gentle tone and reassurance he gave as if it was the best gift I could ever ask for. Slowly I let my pinky stop holding open my lips as I dipped it and my ring finger inside of me, my palm was spreading my lips as my thumb rested on my pubic bone and the fingers of my other hand slowly pushed against me.

Taking the one finger already rubbing my hole I pushed it in, gasping at how hot I felt inside. It was almost searing as I pumped my finger back and forth my index finger rubbing alongside it as I tried and tried to push it in too – but I couldn’t. I was just too tight there; and I sniffled as disappointment in myself was rising in my chest. He shook his head slightly smiling a bit as he continued to watch me fuck myself, “shame I wont be able to fuck your ass with it being this tight.” His tone was not upset but amused and almost as if he was accepting an unspoken challenge that he gave to himself, or maybe çankırı escort one that my body gave to him. I released my lip, swiping my tongue over it as I continued fucking myself, sliding my fingers in and out of my needy holes my thighs trembling for him, “it’s my only virgin hole left to.” The realization caused me to grin at him as I began planning in my head how I would be able to stretch myself for him so that I could present the newly fuckable hole.

As I swirled into my thoughts diving deeper with ideas, I was ripped back out with his words. “No. When you are with me, no one else matters. Nothing else matters, so every hole is virgin. Even you are virgin so start fucking your holes for me, give your body to me my good little girl. I want you to squirm until you cant do anything else but cum helplessly for me. I will allow you to cum my precious slut, on these two very important conditions: first you must say my name when you cum and second you must take every drop, leave NOTHING behind.” As he gave me permission the rumble in my body churned up, my fingers speared into me even faster and it was as if suddenly everything that was holding me together was falling apart.

The sensation started in my cunt, the walls clutching at my fingers sucking them in deeper as my clit throbbed between the ones that held and rolled it to a pleasurable and sensitive pulsing rhythm as my stomach knotted so intensely I thought it would begin to ache. My toes curled up as my legs pulled back wider while my anal passage clung to my fingers in a grip that was so tight I wasn’t sure I would be able to pull my fingers free. My breaths were no longer quick pants but low heavy full breaths, expanding my diaphragm completely before the exhale made my chest feel like it was being locked shut. My every muscle tensed as my head tossed back, face contorted into a snarl of pleasure as my scream burst from my body like a gunshot. “Daddy oh god Daddy, I’m cumming for you Daddy, I feel like I’m going to explode!!!”

My fingers buried deeper in my pussy as I let go of my clit, switching to my middle finger and I thrust my palm against my sex, letting the mass of it slam into my palm as I twisted and swirled the finger inside. I curled it upwards rubbing along my rippled g-spot just an inch or so inside of my entrance and I began pumping into myself with a furious pace. My back arched upwards as a rush of pleasure surged through my body so powerful that I could only compare it to what heroin might feel like hitting the brain and suddenly a gush of fluids rushed from my body. I screamed as I began squiring onto the comforter under my body.

My eyes shut tightly and I just continued the long high octave scream as my body seized, twitching like mad on the bed. Just as fast as the orgasm hit me it began to slow down, and finally I was able to take a sudden lung burning gasp of air. Slow repeated breaths were being coaxed from me as I opened my eyes only to see nothing but blurry everything, barely able to make out anything but the shape of him sitting in that chair leaned back, finger tips pressed together once more, and I could feel my consciousness slipping away slowly, “Daddy…..I love you” it was all I could mumble before blackness took my mind and I dropped to the bed, a puddle for Daddy. My perfect dominant, lover and everything.

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Trina woke from her light drowse when Eric came to bed, but didn’t stir. The gentle sway of the mattress when he sank down onto it did little more than jostle her. Almost absently, he touched her in the small of her back, over her nightgown, and trailed his fingers down past her hip, beyond the hem mid-thigh, and behind her bare knee. It tickled, but she didn’t want to make love, didn’t really want him on top of her or inside her. She loved Eric dearly, but it was a mood thing, sometimes, when she just wanted to sleep.

“Honey?” Eric’s whisper was low, barely voiced, but she could hear the husky undercurrent of his need. She mumbled something purposely incoherent, and shook her leg in mock irritation, as if at the touch of a fly. She felt his hand pause, then withdraw, and the bed shook again as he turned away, lying on his back, she was certain. She glanced at the clock-radio by her bed, and made out through barely opened eyes that it was twenty minutes of three. It was Friday evening, Saturday morning really, but she wanted to get up early to jog, by herself of course, as she had for the past two years. Maybe in the morning after her run she would strip out of her sweatsuit, sliding naked into bed, and wake his cock first with her fingers, then her tongue and lips, fucking him awake to both their orgasms. Then we can shower, and fuck there, too. Just not tonight.

Their marriage was a good, solid one. In her early thirties now, Trina still had most of the energy and vigor she had ten years earlier, and, she admitted almost guiltily, she still looked good naked. A trim blonde at the altar, with shoulder length tresses and an athletic build, she had stayed in shape almost religiously, gaining maybe ten pounds, which, evenly distributed around her body, a gift of heredity, made her look slightly more solid, but not what anyone would call fat, or even “pleasingly plump.”

Eric was also fit, athletic. They had met jogging, which he no longer did, and he had put on a little more weight than she, but carried it equally as well. His black hair and thick moustache, and what she called his black forest, the mat of kinky black hair spanning his chest from his neckline down his belly, to his luxuriant jet pubic hair, thinning just past his crotch to little more than fuzz, had always attracted her. His stomach had started to thicken after he hit his thirties, and he was five years older than her. Still, he looks gorgeous naked, and will for a while I’m sure, she thought.

She remembered wistfully the two years after their wedding, waiting eagerly for him to come home, when she would pretend to be asleep then, too. Instead of staying still, she would whip off the blankets, greeting him as naked as he soon was. His thick, sturdy cock fit perfectly as she let it creep inside her moist cunt, slick and slippery with her juices. Sometimes he’d start, or finish, fucking the valley between her tits, as she held them tight against his member, playing with her nipples.

Her heart skipped a beat as she played one of their many lovemaking sessions through, recalling how she straddled him, facing his feet, and leaned back until she was lying on him, and his hands roamed over her naked torso, rubbing her clit and tits, strumming her nipples, while he fucked her from underneath, really from behind. She’d cum twice while he was inside her, she remembered with a longing she hadn’t felt moments earlier.

Trina thought it was a snore at first, a soft whisper of air behind her back, from the direction her husband laid. The covers were bunched between them; not a big surprise, since Eric liked to lie under just a sheet, or nothing. He’s asleep, then. She was almost excited enough by the memory of fucking him to turn over and go down on him, suck him to the point a droplet of sweet precum would dance onto her tongue, then hop on top, popping his dick inside her and rocking her way to an orgasm.

Still, he was asleep now, and there was little enough reason to wake him, now that he was. Disappointed and horny now, she resigned herself to falling asleep unfulfilled.

She heard it again. Not a breath. What?

Lying completely still, holding her breath, she heard something soft, moving with deliberate slowness against something else, almost stealthily. As she keened her ears at the source of the noise, it stopped suddenly, at the same moment she realized the source. It’s Eric! What the hell?

She realized that it was her stillness that had stopped whatever he was doing, so she stretched dreamily, a little arch of her back, and coughed before nestling her head into the pillow. She forced herself to start breathing, relaxing and listening for the sound to resume.

After a couple of minutes, she heard it again, that soft movement. It started, then slowed to a crawl, and resumed again. The sound was almost like someone pacing and gliding on socks on a shag carpet, back and forth, back and forth… The soft, bitlis escort furry noise continued, starting to lull her to sleep again, moving constantly, the pace picking up slightly, a gentle rasping of something, moving up and down, rubbing…

She almost stopped breathing again, and forced herself to continue, sipping air through her parted lips. Up and down? Rubbing? Her senses strained to learn more. She could hear Eric’s breath now, also steady and low, a swallow as he kept mostly still, almost nothing moving in the darkness of their room. What little light came through the window seemed to deepen the shadows, so even if she could have turned over without alarming him, she would have seen nothing.

Still Eric took little, silent breaths in rhythm to the soft noise. Concentrating, she could feel movement, barely tangible, but also in time to his breath and the motion, which had to be his fingers, moving back and forth, up and down, rubbing himself.

Shit! He’s jacking off right next to me! Trina was outraged at first, but only for a moment. She had turned him down emphatically, even if he didn’t know her emphasis had been conscious. He’d probably come to bed naked, ready to wake her and fuck for a couple of hours, or at least a few blissful minutes. When she didn’t welcome him warmly with open legs, he had to do something, obviously. She could sympathize, since now she was in the same boat. I can’t exactly turn over and interrupt him, let him know I wasn’t really sleeping. Can I?

Her repositioning minutes earlier had moved her from her usual curling up on her right side to lying slightly on her back, and her left leg was almost straight. Her nightgown had slid up slightly, so that the hem lay just below her crotch. She felt the warmth of her own pussy, and a sympathetic moistness as her body began to respond, almost unwillingly, to the solo act inches away from her.

Trina had seldom masturbated, even as she knew boys did. As a high school senior, days after her eighteenth birthday, she had walked in on her brother, a year older than her, in the bathroom, standing and admiring his trim, naked body as his stiff, engorged cock humped his soapy fist. The shock of seeing him had kept her watching for a minute or more, unable to turn away from the sight. It wasn’t long before he came, ropy strands of cum jetting into the sink, and impossibly far onto the faucet. His moan had been long and drawn out, and he closed his eyes, still jacking his hard-on, milking the semen from it.

She must have gasped, or inhaled, or something; she couldn’t remember what she was doing, only the spectacle before her. Only then did he notice her, and covered himself hastily with a small towel, which had hidden the cock, but not the nearly vertical direction of its salute. “Damn it, Tree!” She’d mumbled a quick apology, almost a whisper, and withdrawn quickly, but the vision had stuck with her, and her panties had been wet with shame and desire.

They’d never spoken of it since—Thank God!—but a couple of afternoons later that same week, filled with visions of her brother’s orgasm, Trina had rushed home instead of staying for study hall, to find the bathroom thankfully vacant. Heart hammering in her chest, smothering in her throat the lusty panting that sounded so loud to her ears, she’d stripped out of her clothes, leaving them on the tile floor, and stood naked in front of the same mirror, except for her pink ankle socks.

Carefully locking the door, Trina had explored every inch of her body, gazing at her image in the mirror, blushing with desire and shame, almost wishing her brother could have seen…no, she had thought. That would be so…wrong. And hot.

Finished with the preliminaries, and very excited, she had rubbed her pussy to a slow burn, then a full orgasm, enjoying the sight of her then-virginal body, breasts still perky, her firm stomach, and the golden hair framing her vaginal lips. The sight of herself naked drove her to deep feelings of want and need, and she satisfied it as best she could without a cock in between her legs, taking advantage of the stamina of her youth.

It had been late afternoon, just before dinner, and she’d had to mask her orgasm with a loud cough, then another, hoping no-one knew what she’d been doing, then carefully washing her hands three times to take the scent off her hands. The first joints of the two fingers she had daringly put inside her, before humping them to orgasm, still smelled of her pussy an hour later, and she wanted more. Her encore performance had been that night in her bedroom, after excusing herself early and heading upstairs, feigning a need for extra sleep. Three orgasms later, she’d fallen asleep sitting up, legs crossed Indian style, naked, her fingers covering and stroking her golden bush.

Two nights later, on a starry Saturday night, she’d let Eric take her virginity. Hell, I practically bolu escort ordered him to take it, she thought, smiling in the dark. He had been her first, and so far her only, lover. Eric had been thorough enough, and satisfying enough, that she had never needed another’s touch, or her own, to handle her needs.

And now he was filling his own needs, at his own hands, and she could feel the building tempo of his hands, massaging his hard-on. It made her wetter, and her left hand crept (she would swear of its own volition) down her hip and between her legs, her fingertips coming to rest on the golden blonde thatch and the waiting gates behind it. The warmth of her pussy felt comfortable, soothing, and she started absently rubbing, moving just the pads of her fingertips, telling herself she was just doing it to get comfortable, not because she was horny.

Eric’s breathing was deeper, and she fought down another impulse to start in on her pussy in earnest. Let him have his own alone time, she told herself playfully. Her earlier discomfort, and, yes, embarrassment, had faded almost completely, and she let her imagination run wild. He seems so…eager not to wake me. She heard the unmistakable sound of his exhalation, mouth open, but nearly silent, and Trina knew that if she hadn’t been there at all, he would have moaned in pleasure.

Through the mattress, along the whole length of her body, Trina felt him start to speed up again, and another open-mouthed breath told her all she needed to know. At the same time, she noticed with some chagrin that her nightgown had worked its way up to her hips, and the first joint of her middle finger had worked its own way into the comforting warmth between her legs.

Her index finger joined the play, and she felt her fingers rubbing slickly within her. Spreading her fingers slightly, she pulled them up her slit, coating her clit with her juices, almost gasping herself at the sensation, but this was Eric’s alone time, and she was going to enjoy it without letting him realize she was awake.

She still couldn’t see him, and didn’t dare turn over for fear of interrupting him, and she discovered she really didn’t want him to stop, not for her or anything, until he came. It was hard for her not to start panting with desire as she imagined his act of self-lust. Probably just as hard for him not to make any noise. Is he being sweet, or private?, she wondered.

Eric had teased her that she talked in her sleep. Remembering that, and to lull him into the continued belief that she slumbered, she mumbled a couple of syllables, then realized with a start that she’d said, “in me.” She had wanted two random words so he would believe the lie of her sleep, hadn’t meant to say those two words. I don’t want him to stop, dammit!

Trina realized that just listening to him jacking off had her hotter than she’d been in a long, long time, and she didn’t want it to end just yet, if ever. My love, keep working on it, stroke that cock, make it cum without me. She had never watched Eric, or anyone since her brother, jacking off, her own inclination toward embarrassment and shame getting in the way of any pleasure she might have taken in seeing a man take care of himself in that way.

He didn’t slow down, much less stop. She felt him jacking harder, almost certainly at the two ill-considered words she’d intended to put his mind at ease. Instead, it seemed she had spurred him to further and harder exertions. Behind the small of her back, his rhythm intensified, as his hips raised off the bed, humping the air and his hand. His whispered, “Oh God, Trina!” was barely audible, but it set off a quiver deep in her gut, almost like a vibrating wire extending forward from her spine, to her clit, which she still rubbed absently, clenching her teeth against her own moans.

She could hear him so clearly now, she knew she would have awakened to him if she had really been sleeping. Even so, she tried to keep the fiction going. The soft, quiet rubbing was gone, and she could imagine him with his knees and ass off the bed, heard the soft fap fap fap as he came close to orgasm. This can’t be his first time, she realized, not his first time doing this in our bed, with me sleeping beside him… I must sleep like a fucking rock if he’s ever done this in here before. That excited her even more, thinking about him quietly pleasuring himself—Ha! “Pleasuring himself!” Jacking off, and shooting his wad onto himself, and the covers. She wanted him to cum, lose control and cum all over himself and her, and knew he would very soon.

With a strangled moan, almost deafening in the quiet of their room, he stopped humping the air, but she could feel him still stroking furiously away. She fancied she could hear the hot cum jetting from his erect cock. His panting turned to shudders, and she felt his back arch as he lowered himself to the bed, still pumping cum from his rod. “A-a-a-aaaaah,” burdur escort he moaned faintly, and the bed shifted once more as he lowered himself down onto the mattress, as gingerly as he could, she was sure.

Trina’s middle finger had worked its way into the moist warmth between her legs, and again she restrained herself from furiously finger-fucking herself. Be patient. Let him sleep. He’d had his alone time, and now she wanted her own. He would sleep for an hour or two. Maybe he’ll wake up and jack off again. Maybe I’ll just turn over and watch. Next time, she promised fervently.

After a few minutes, Eric’s breathing at last became the measured, slow rise and fall of sleep. Trina moved the joint of her middle finger out of her cunt, which had moved beyond moistness to dripping wetness. Trailing the digit lazily up to her stomach, she froze as it brushed along her swollen clit and along her lips. She felt an impulse, nearly irresistible, to throw off the covers and drive all four of her fingers, quick and hard, into her tender pussy, relieving the pressure inside her belly, moaning with her own orgasm and waking him, but she resisted.

Still as water, she moved only that finger, just the tip, careful not to move her wrist, let alone her elbow, and rubbed lightly, tracing an oval over the warm nub of flesh, and sending delightful waves of sensation through her groin, spreading like lava across her thighs and up her torso to her breasts, which she now desperately wanted to cup and stroke.

She lay there for several minutes more, teasing her pussy even as she waited for Eric to reach deeper slumber. Trina’s horniness rose to full-blown lust, and she wanted more than anything to creep away to another room, by herself. Her husband had seemed to really enjoy getting himself off, and she believed she understood the attraction of jacking off next to her. The secret (he thought!) act of masturbating, knowing he could have her most nights, but reveling in his own touch, drove her wild.

Trina wanted to wriggle in pleasure, but didn’t dare wake him just now. I want myself! Damn, but I want to do me! She stifled a giggle, and levered her right leg, slowly, so slowly, onto the floor, and drew it across the carpet, aware of the soft hiss of her bare foot upon it. When it was far enough that she could sit up on it, she slid her left leg out from under the covers to join its mate on the floor. Casting the covers slowly away, to the center of the bed, she brought herself up to a sitting position in what seemed minutes, but she knew was only seconds.

Throughout, she kept her movements even and gradual, listening for any change in Eric’s slumber. He didn’t so much as twitch, and she stole a glance at him. He was naked, and still on top of the covers, that much she could see even in the dimness of the room. His hand nestled protectively around his sleeping cock, she imagined she could see the pool of cum on his stomach. She knew it would be awhile before he awoke, but she was very tempted to lean over and suck his cock back to life, lap up the cooling cum, and wake him to fuck, but now she was adamant about her own alone time.

Standing in one smooth motion, Trina felt the nightgown slide down, the gossamer fabric sticky with static, refusing to slide past her bare ass. Motionless, she listened to his breathing, which continued its steady, deep rhythm. She glanced at the clock. Quarter past four, she noted with some surprise, only now understanding how long she had been awake and wanting since Eric had started.

Keeping him in the corner of her eye, she crept to the door, which thankfully was ajar, and she was careful to lift her feet above the shag carpet, but not to tiptoe. Slow, steady steps, and she was at the door, reaching for the wood above the latch, knowing the sound of the knob turning or rattling might wake Eric.

It took her nearly a minute to open the door enough to slip through, listening for any squeak of the hinges or wooden groan. She was thankful he’d oiled the hinges a couple of weekends ago, and pictured Eric oiling the hinges. Suddenly, he was naked, and oiling his hard, quivering cock instead. I’m so fucking horny. She needed some release, and quickly, so she pulled the door almost shut, not wanting the ‘click’ of the latch to disturb Eric in the slightest, and hurried down the hall.

The nightlight in the hall cast a green glow on the polished dark wood. Trina could almost imagine herself alone in a cabin in the woods, no-one for miles around to hear her moans. There will be moans!, she exulted as she made her way into the living room.

Peeling out of her nightgown and standing naked in the living room, she noticed a wet spot at the back of it, and the scent of semen. She stopped in the middle of the floor, and tasted the thick fluid with the tip of her tongue, before bathing the spot with her whole mouth, cleaning Eric’s mess off her nighty, thoroughly. It’s delicious!, she thought dreamily, her tongue reveling in the taste and the slickness of his load in among the cottony softness of her nightgown. It was delicious, and she wanted to drop to the floor right there and jill herself until morning, the cum-spot in her mouth.

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This is the second part of “Temper Falls,” a slow-burn series leading up to the sexual exploration of two consenting adults.

September attended her monthly family dinner. Her siblings informed her that their mom had a new man in her life. September met her mother’s new partner, Desmond, and his daughter, Samirah. There was something about Samirah that intrigued September, but she couldn’t understand what it was.

September sat at her desk but couldn’t seem to concentrate on her work. She couldn’t make sense of the fact that Samirah was invading her thoughts like this. September had never been with a woman, nor had she ever thought about being with one. Her sister, Sapphire, was pansexual, meaning no one was off-limits to her. But September had been completely straight her whole life.

Lately, it seemed that September didn’t even have time for men. Her whole life was consumed with work and career advancement. She had spent eight years in college to become a lawyer. She had taken all the grunt work to climb the ladder of success. She had accomplished a lot, but at the end of the day, she knew she was lonely.

September closed her eyes and envisioned Samirah.

It wasn’t just that she was beautiful; it was as if she was sexual energy itself. September could imagine what it would be like to spend just one night with her. She had no idea how to please another woman, but she wanted to figure that all out with Samirah.

September picked up her phone bayburt escort and tried to will Samirah to call her, but no such luck. It was now Monday, and she had met Samirah on Friday and hadn’t received as much as a text. She contemplated sending her a text but had no clue what to text her, so instead of sending anything, she tried to make herself as busy as she could at work.

Just as September had gotten into a good groove, there was a knock at the door. It was her sister, Sapphire.

September jumped up from her desk and ran to hug her sister. She playfully swatted her on the ass.

Sapphire pushed her away. “Girl, you’re pretty and all that, but blood relations are a hard pass for me.”

September just laughed at her sister. “What are you doing here, Phire?”

“I wanted to know if you were free for lunch. It’s my treat.”

“Girl, you know I’m never going to turn down a free meal.”

With that, the two sisters headed out to have lunch, which turned into an early dinner.

Sapphire kicked her sister under the table.

“Girl, are you waiting on a call or something? You’ve been checking that phone all afternoon.”

September looked up from her phone.

“I’m sorry, no, not really, just…”

Her voice trailed off, and she never finished her sentence, because in walked Samirah. She had this smile that, for some reason beyond September’s control, made her feel as if she had been drinking.

Samirah bilecik escort walked up to the table and hugged Sapphire.

“Sorry I took so long, girl. Work ran longer than expected, but thank you for inviting me out.”

Sapphire waved her hand in the air. “You’re here now, lady.”

Samirah looked at September and winked at her. Then she placed her hand on top of September’s and gave it a squeeze. “Hey, Temper, I meant to call you this weekend, but I’m so glad to see you again.”

I tried to play it cool and flipped my hand on top of hers, patting it, hoping that she couldn’t feel how sweaty it was.

“No worries.”

(For ease of knowing whether it’s Samirah’s or September’s thoughts, Samirah’s thoughts I will put the thinkers name in parenthesis.)

She’s so beautiful when she’s nervous. (Samirah)

“So, let me buy you ladies the next round of drinks. It’s the least I could do for making you wait so long.”

“Well, if you’re buying, I’m drinking! We’ll take three lemon drops, please. Heavy on the drop and light on the lemon, baby.”

Samirah threw her head back and laughed. I caught myself staring again. I decided to get up and excuse myself to the bathroom. (September)

“Excuse me, ladies, I need to go to the bathroom before we start drinking anything else.”

I stood up, and Samirah immediately stood up with me and grabbed my arm, interlocking elbows with me. I thought I would bingöl escort faint from her touching me yet again, but I still tried to play it cool and make a joke.

“Sapphire, let me show my beautiful date to the bathroom.”

Samirah and I walked to the bathroom, and as soon as we walked through the door, Samirah brushed past me. As she did so, her arm slowly grazed past my nipple, and it immediately hardened. I had to catch myself before I moaned, and I scurried to the bathroom.

Samirah smiled to herself. She knew what she was doing to September. She knew from the moment she laid eyes on her that she would taste her. That she would send her body into throws of passion like she had never experienced before. She could also sense that September had never experienced a woman. There was just something about her, and she just had to have her. She wanted to call her the moment September had placed her number in her phone. She didn’t want to scare her away with her eagerness, so she was trying to play it cool. Suddenly, she looked down at her thong underwear.

Damn, why am I so wet? This girl has no idea the things I want to do to her. I’m just going to have some more fun teasing her tonight. (Samirah)

As Samirah opened the door, September was standing there with her head cocked to the side, a cocky smile on her lips. She walked up to Samirah and got close enough to her that their lips almost touched.

She brought her lips to her ear and whispered, “I hope you’re enjoying toying with me, but you’re not the only one who knows how to play games.”

September walked out of the bathroom and, without even turning around, said, “I like to play the long game too.”

Samirah could only smile to herself as she watched September walk away.

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Western Virginia 1860

My musings grew quite loud, resulting in a sleepless night wondering what Anna was doing in her room down the hall. She’d been staying at our family home for a month over the summer while working on her novel taking place in rural Virginia. My Papa knew her father from the Union Presbyterian Seminary and they currently resided in Richmond out east. Anna was two years younger than me at twenty-five, but she acted as if she’d lived a full life already at such a tender age. When she arrived at our doorstep, I felt like a bucket of cold water had been poured over my head. My body trembled and every sense was heightened as though darkness loomed around the corner.

Oh, she was so beautiful in her fancy dress and perfect chignon of gold. It made me feel rather lifeless in my unkempt hair and rolled up sleeves. But she never once acted above her raisin. Shortly after arriving, she rolled up her own sleeves and began helping Mama and I in the kitchen. I asked her when she found the time to write her book, to which she replied that she felt most inspired late in the night.

Our voices were so very different from one another. Where I spoke with the inflection of someone from the mountains, she had a softer tone that resembled laying your head on the pillow after a particularly onerous day. Before I had any time to feel insecure about it, she stopped me to say that my voice was as colorful as a double rainbow in the sky. I’m sure I couldn’t hide the red in my cheeks.

But then again, I was always so very flushed in her presence. It was like my words jumbled up inside my throat before I had a chance to say them, though she was patient when I struggled to articulate my thoughts. At first, I wondered if perhaps it was a case of desperately wanting to be her friend, but she offered that upon arriving. I pushed it away for as long as I could before realizing it was more than that. I was utterly, hopelessly infatuated with her.

After I accepted my feelings, I began to notice some things: the shape of her mouth when she spoke, the rise and fall of her bosom as she laughed, or even the never ending glint that lived inside her viridescent eyes. I noticed these things as though they were secrets that Mama or Papa or even my brother George didn’t see-they were just for me to discover.

The day my brother invited Anna on a walk, I watched them from my window with an uncomfortable pit of melancholy in my stomach. I was quite envious, though it didn’t occur to me that I could invite her on one as well. But the prospect of doing so frightened me to my very core, like somehow I wouldn’t be able to contain the newfound sweetness I had for our guest. She must have picked up on it, because a few days later she suggested we go down to the river. I grabbed my bonnet before she could even finish talking-I’m sure I made a fool of myself.

When we made our way outside the village, we strode alongside the water speaking of unimportant things. That is, until she asked me if I had any plans for marrying. When I expressed disinterest, she said, “But you’re so very fetching. Any man would be fortunate to have you as his bride.”

I didn’t respond as I could think of nothing to say, but she continued.

“You know Caroline, being here over these last couple weeks, I’ve noticed you in a certain way that’s been very beneficial to my story. The way you laugh, the way you speak, the natural shine of your chestnut hair…it’s like hearing a song that moves me. And your soft features are much too beautiful to not write about-I reckon you could say you’ve become my muse.”

I admit, I had to break away from her gaze for a few moments. The only thing I could think of in response was telling her I wished to hear some of her other writings. She smiled and thought about it before asking me to visit her in her room after settling in for bed. My heart burst into flames and I sharply inhaled, which she found to be humorous. When I finally gathered the courage to accept her invitation, she took my arm and we continued walking along the path.

That night, after I’d undressed, I paced in my bedroom doubting whether or not I misheard her. I knew I didn’t, but something in me prevented me from stepping out into the hallway. I washed my face over the basin and took a few deep breaths, suddenly becoming incredibly aware that I would see Anna wearing only my chemise, but I didn’t want to keep her waiting. With a final exhale, I left my room and tiptoed down the hall until I reached her door. Following a brief knock, she answered and ushered me inside.

The spare room was simple, but it held something I didn’t have in mine-a beautiful writing desk with cabriole legs. She had obviously been working, as her lamp sat on top of the mahogany next to a thick stack of papers scribbled on in pen.

“Did I interrupt you?” I asked.

She grabbed a journal and motioned for me to follow her. “Not at all! Come lay down next to me and I’ll read to you.”

The bed wasn’t large by any means and was intended for balıkesir escort one person, meaning our shoulders touched by the time we went under the covers. When she inquired what I wished to hear, I had to ask her to repeat herself, as the sound of my pulse echoed inside my head. But I told her to read me whatever she was comfortable with and I would be an enthusiastic audience.

To my surprise, she began a poem that nearly brought a tear to my eye. It was about a woman crying out to God for his help as she navigates the expectations of her family. It was so heartbreaking and beautiful at once. When she finished, she looked towards me for a reaction.

“Anna, that was remarkable,” I exclaimed. “The feelin’s that arose in my chest can’t be described in words. Just know I’m in awe of you.”

Anna chuckled and asked if I wanted her to continue, to which I begged her to do so. I felt my head drift onto the pillow, and I watched her recite more until I could hardly keep my eyes open. I smiled as she closed her book and laid down to face me with equally tired eyes.

“I reckon that’s enough for one night. Will you visit me again soon? Perhaps it’s my ego, but I love to share my work with others.”

I felt my body quiver and gave a nod. “Of course, I’d love to.”

After holding my gaze for a few moments, Anna placed a hand on my cheek. It was soft and warm like the bread Mama made. “I’m glad I came here this summer,” she whispered. “And I don’t just mean because I’ve completed most of my novel.”

Her stare was dark and intense in the dim light of the lamp. At her touch, I felt myself holding my breath, but her words provided fresh air to my lungs before speaking. “I’m glad you’re here as well. We all are-myself and my family. But…especially me.” I placed my shaking hand over the one on my face and stroked it with a few fingers.

Anna bit her lip and looked as if something inside was begging to come out, but she stayed silent while staring into my soul. Eventually I knew it was time to go, and I cleared my throat to break the tension. I bid goodnight and climbed out of her bed, waiting until I returned to my room before groaning at the complexities of this very ambiguous relationship.

But following that night, I’d visit Anna at her request and lay next to her while she read to me. Sometimes I couldn’t follow along as I’d be anticipating her finishing, knowing we’d lie down next to one another. After a few nights, she’d grown more emboldened to touch me, which I received with pleasure. What began as a hand on the cheek turned to fingers tracing the bare skin of my neck and shoulder. I mostly stayed still and smiled at her tenderness, but then I could no longer restrain myself.

Over a week after our first reading, her hand snuck under the sleeve of my chemise as we lay across from each other. Feeling encouraged, I placed my own hand on her waist and pulled her close enough for our noses to touch. She gasped and held an intense regard. I wasn’t exactly sure what I was intending, meaning we laid there with our arms around one another breathing heavily not knowing what the other was thinking.

Anna looked away and stuttered as she spoke. “I-I…can’t.”

I shook my head and released her from my hungry grip. It was a foolish idea in the first place. “I’m sorry, I ain’t sure what came over me,” I muttered. I’ll never forget her look of terror as if I had cornered her during a moment of trust. I sat up and threw off the covers. “I’ll go now.” There was no response, no protest, only fearful eyes that followed me as I crept out into the hallway.

I admonished myself incessantly over the next few days as Anna kept her distance. She still helped Mama and I in the kitchen and spent time with Papa discussing literature in his study, but it was clear she wanted minimal interaction with the girl who turned an intimate-and innocent-moment quite lustful.

A few days later, I was taking down bed sheets from the line in the backyard after the sun had dipped below the horizon. They were fastened with wooden clothespins that were tossed into a bucket when removed. I heard the back door open followed by a quiet voice.

“May I talk to you?”

My heart squeezed inside my chest, like the hand of Kratos enclosed it. I swallowed my overwhelming sense of dread and turned around.

“Of course you can talk to me, I ain’t runnin’ from you.” I continued my chore as she approached.

“I know it feels as if I’ve been running from you,” she said. “But that would be far from the truth.

I kept my eyes on the sheet and unclipped the pins as she continued.

“The truth is, I’ve been running from sentiments that frighten me. They ain’t familiar-and they’re quite formidable, but I’ve thought about it, and that doesn’t mean they’re wrong.”

She followed me as I finished folding the sheet and moved down the line, my eyes much too hesitant to meet hers.

“Caroline, whatever it is that you feel for me, I feel it as well. I’ve felt it bartın escort since the moment I stepped foot inside your house. The other night when you brought me close to you-I just-I ain’t sure, something in me surfaced and I wasn’t able to act on it before you left-I’m sorry. And now I’m to return home in a matter of days. I’d be devastated if I wasn’t honest with you before returning to Richmond.”

I reached the final sheet and put my hand on the first pin, but it remained still as I bowed my head for a moment to think. She was saying all the right words, but I felt doubtful of the entire situation. The bedsheet fluttered in the warm breeze but didn’t allow light to pass though its fabric from the window of the kitchen. Being on its dark side made me feel like a star in the shadow of a crescent moon-entirely invisible.

“Look at me,” sighed Anna.

I stared at the lush grass at our feet now overcome with conflicting thoughts.

Anna moved closer until we were both draped in the blueness of a cloudless night swallowing us whole. “Caroline, look at me!”

I reluctantly lifted my head towards her direction. “What are you tryin’ to say?”

Clenching her jaw as if to muster up courage, Anna took another step. Our eyes fixated on one another, the tension suddenly on the verge of finding relief. She placed her hands against my cheeks and creased her brows like she was giving in to something that had kept her from finding restful sleep. I gripped her waist and pressed our foreheads together, hoping for the possibility that my thoughts could be heard.

And in a heartbeat, Anna brought my lips to hers, our indecency hidden from the house by a dancing sheet. I’d always wondered if my first kiss would result in feeling something, and as Anna’s tongue slipped into my mouth, I felt the universe shudder with elation.

After a few moments, she pulled away and licked my taste off her lips. Her breath was shaky but her eyes remained lost in mine. “Come to my room tonight?”

I had no words but simply nodded. When she backed away and headed into the house, I clutched my chest as though the pounding threatened to break through my skin. But I felt an aching under my skirt that responded to Anna’s touch and an itching in my hands that needed to hold her against me again. I quickly took down the sheet and counted down the hours until the house had retired to bed.

Undressing was quick and performed with too much enthusiasm. While washing my face, I tried to leave my anxieties behind knowing my advances would no longer be denied. But it still frightened me.

When I entered Anna’s room, I settled in as usual, albeit somewhat tense. She crawled into bed next to me and looked at the wall as she spoke.

“Do you wish for me to read to you?”

After I didn’t respond, her eyes slowly met mine and I shook my head. She laid down and stared at me for a few moments before bringing her hand to my cheek like she had done so on that first night. I slipped my hand over her waist and brought her closer, waiting to see how she’d react now that we had kissed.

She studied my face as her fingers traced my cupid’s bow before becoming lost in my loose chignon. “How very alluring you are in this light,” she whispered.

I smiled-a small and almost tearful smile that only came with the openness of a very guarded heart. “I could say the same of you. Then again, I find you bewitching in any light.”

With a chuckle, Anna kissed me deeply and moved closer. We kept our lips together for what felt like hours, running our hands along each other’s clothed body. I craved more but didn’t want to risk disrupting what we had. When my jaw couldn’t possibly continue, I reluctantly admitted that perhaps it was time for bed.

“Will you return tomorrow?” she asked.

I agreed with contained glee and wished her a well restful slumber. The next night was more of the same-we laid side-by-side and kissed as passionately as we could offer, growing increasingly more wet-or at least, I was. Again, I was desperate to go further, but apprehension weighed heavily on my mind. However, when Anna asked me to come by again, I knew there was a chance she felt the same.

On that third night, as we began kissing, a sudden surge of fervor came over me and I moved on top of her. When my lips found her neck, she let out a moan I hadn’t heard yet. It caused a steady pulse to form between my legs where I could feel myself growing slick. My knee thrusted into her, and her breaths grew quite sharp. Feeling brazen, I slipped my hand under her chemise and gripped her thigh in an attempt to show her my desires. After an intense few minutes of heavy sighs, she laid me on my back to sit atop my waist.

Her chemise had been bunched up and I could feel how wet she was against my covered stomach. She placed her hands on my chest and began to rock her hips back and forth. It was clearly gratifying for her, as she closed her eyes and moaned. I placed my hands on her hips and assisted her movements, batman escort my eyes enthralled with her display of using my body for pleasure.

But there was no finish, and eventually she leaned forward for an exhausted kiss that ended with both of us staring at the ceiling while we considered what just happened. After this night, Anna only had one more remaining in western Virginia. It made my chest feel as though it burst into a million pieces knowing I might never see her again, but I didn’t let it show, and I grabbed her hand next to me. After a while, there was still no speaking from either of us, so I sat up and kissed her softly before finding the floorboards with my feet. Usually she’d invite me for the following night, but there was no invitation. Only a soft goodbye was uttered and I left with a sinking feeling in my stomach.

When I woke up the next day, I thought perhaps she’d ask me to visit at some point, but she spent most of the afternoon outside the house working on her novel. By the time I watched her go up to her room in the evening, I nearly broke out in tears in the parlor wondering what I’d done wrong. She was avoiding me and it hurt like a red hot dagger in my flesh.

As I laid in bed and pondered what she could possibly be doing, the sinking feeling from the night before turned sour. I knew she was awake and it killed me that she’d leave without final words said in private. The internal debate that ensued had me torn between two sides. I sat up and rubbed fists in my eyes hoping the resulting stars would give me the answer, but there was nothing given, and suddenly I knew I had to be brave.

I walked down the hallway and hesitated before knocking. But after a soft rap, the door opened and Anna sighed before inviting me inside. She crawled into bed, but I chose to sit on the edge instead of joining her. After staring for a few moments, I spoke in a hushed voice.

“Why must you leave me like this? Did I do somethin’ to offend you?”

Anna sighed again and brought a hand to her temple. “No, Caroline. Quite the opposite really. I knew spending one more night together after yesterday would make it much more painful for me to leave. But I was being selfish and I didn’t know how to tell you. To be candid, I’ve been sitting here half-hoping you’d knock on my door.”

I grabbed her hand and moved closer. “It’s to be painful either way-I ain’t lookin’ forward to it. And…I don’t wish to spend your last night apart, but if it’s what you need, I’ll go.”

“No,” said Anna. She tightened her grip in my hand. “Please stay. I’m glad you came. I think I shall die if I don’t kiss you once more before returning to Richmond. I wish to sear it into my memory.”

A small smile formed on my lips and I inched closer, studying her face like I was examining the colors of a bluebell along the creek. It was just as delicate and vibrant as the flower that could turn an ocean of green into a sea of purple. My hand left the comfort of hers and traced the bone in her cheek before resting on the side of her neck. I brought her close to me and focused on the intoxicating flicker of the lamp’s flame in her dark eyes.

When our lips met, she grabbed onto the cotton front of my chemise, her sighs now sounding content. This was all so familiar to us now, like a morning cup of coffee after waking. But suddenly she pushed me away and returned both hands to her side.

I hesitated to speak and watched in suspense as she slowly tugged at her garment and pulled it over her head. Without a word, she laid down and offered a seemingly nervous, but unbroken gaze.

The sight of her bare figure took my breath away. It was like stepping out into a beautiful-yet deceiving-day that encases the lungs in frost with every inhale. I climbed onto the bed and hovered over her, my hand running from her thigh to the softness of her belly. In a moment of confidence, I pulled my chemise off and stayed above her, feeling her fingertips discover parts of me gone unseen. But after a moment, her touch drew me into her, allowing our bodies to feel the warmth of each other as our kisses deepened.

I could hardly restrain myself. My mouth left hers and found the faint pink of her nipples, which were firm and sensitive to my tongue. I could hear quiet moans that returned the aching between my legs. Not knowing exactly what I was doing, I let my limbs act on their own. My hands traced her curves as the kisses moved to her pelvis, and as I grew close to her throbbing sex, she trembled and gasped. The moment I tasted her, I knew I would never forget the scent of her arousal. It resembled the muskiness of damp earth but was sweet like blackstrap molasses. I couldn’t help but bring a hand to my own wetness, as I was now pulsating.

Anna pressed me into her and her breathy words begged me not to stop. Her hips lifted off the mattress and I traced the shape of her posterior with shaking fingers. When she grew close, her gasps became sharp until it was nothing but a low groan followed by limpness.

I pressed my body against hers once again and kissed her feverishly as she recovered. After bosoms calmed in pace, my face nuzzled into her neck and our legs entwined. I felt such an outpouring of affection for this woman and perhaps things would’ve been better left unsaid, but I couldn’t help myself.

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After a brief foray to ‘Group Sex’ for Part 4, Jade is back in her spiritual home. Even though this story doesn’t feature girl-girl action, it’s a precursor to a bit of Sapphic shenanigans. So think of it as a moment for our heroine to recalibrate and recharge the batteries. Of course, I could have put it in ‘Loving Wives’, but the residents there don’t approve of attractive ladies putting it about…

14

He’d come in for a check-up and the chemistry was instant. Mr Landon was a man of more or less her own age and Jade knew she must have him. Like her, he was married. He’d even mentioned that his wife had recommended her to him, but Jade had no idea who she might be. She went by her maiden name – that much was obvious.

At that first appointment she managed to find a tooth that could use a filling. She knew it wasn’t something that needed fixing urgently, but then again she knew that she needed fixing urgently. She told him she could only make it a 5.30pm appointment, because that way she could tell the receptionist to leave early. Her dental hygienist would be released after the filling had been done but Jade would ask the patient to stay a little longer so she could ‘perform an assessment and make any necessary adjustments.’ It was total baloney of course but she hardly thought he would raise any objections.

She felt guilty about betraying Hunter, so guilty that she confessed what she intended to do when they were in bed the evening before the big day. She told him she wouldn’t bring her plan to fruition if he told her he didn’t want her to do it. Hunter thought for a while (he knew his wife wasn’t really into guys) and asked her what attracted her to this man so much. When she told him it was the way he looked at her, the way he touched her arm when thanking her after the first appointment, he was really none the wiser. It was only when she told him that he was married and she found the idea of illicit sex so arousing, he understood a whole lot better. He had only to think of his seduction by Angela to appreciate the depth of his wife’s lust.

By way of an answer, Hunter took Jade in his arms and guided his penis inside her. He made love to her with a violence she had never known – not just once, but twice, before they finally fell asleep. In the morning, while they were having the breakfast he had prepared, he told her he wanted her to give herself to the man. His only condition was that she should tell him all about it afterwards – omitting no details.

How the day dragged for Jade as she waited for her last appointment. Finally, the receptionist popped her head round the door to let her know that Mr Landon was there and that she would lock up on the way out to make sure no one else entered the clinic. Jade (clad in her usual surgical gown, facemask and thin latex gloves) told her to show the patient through. Jade pretended to busy with other stuff when he came in, but looked up long enough to respond to his hearty ‘Good evening, Dr Lee’ with a ‘Please take a seat, I’ll be with you in a moment’ of her own.

After a minute or so, Jade sat down next to the patient and started to make preparations for the simple procedure she was about to perform. The anaesthetic having been given, she drilled the cavity out and put the amalgam in place. When she told the hygienist she could go, the woman quickly put the various instruments away and left the room quietly, without even a word of goodbye to her employer.

‘I just need to check that everything is as it should be,’ said Jade. ‘Then you can be on your way.’

Mr Landon had made an effort with his wardrobe, favouring ripped denims paired with Converse shoes and a burgundy tee. Jade thought she could discern the outline of an erection in the jeans. If she was mistaken now, she knew she wouldn’t be in a few minutes when she made her move.

Under her gown, she had put on a really slutty outfit: a figure-hugging sleeveless black knit mini dress with a single shoulder neckline, with fabric cut out at both top and bottom – the gaps at chest and thigh traversed by ornamental safety pins. She had even brought 4-inch black heels, which she would slip into when she performed her metamorphosis. That time was coming soon; there was only so much tinkering about in his mouth that she could do.

‘Right!’ she said in her ultra professional voice. ‘We’re all done. Unless you feel any discomfort or swelling.’

Mr Landon could hardly believe his ears. The object of his fantasies was coming onto him. ‘Faint heart never won fair maiden,’ he told himself.

‘Well, since you mention it, I have a swelling which is causing me considerable discomfort. It’s been doing so every night when I go to bed, and it’s been going on ever since my first visit.’

‘Have you told your wife?’ Jade asked, still using her work voice.

‘How can I? She wouldn’t approve.’

Jade couldn’t resist prying into his private life a little bit. Men will tell you anything if it will earn them a fuck.

‘Have you been married aksaray escort long?’

‘Seven months,’ Mr Landon replied.

‘Wow!’ thought Jade. ‘Wait until Hunter hears that. The guy’s hardly off his honeymoon.’

‘Do you think I can help you with your little problem?’ teased Jade, the stress on the word ‘little’.

‘I hope so. You seem to have all the right tools.’

‘This bloke’s got good patter,’ Jade thought.

She decided it was time to shift gear, both literally and figuratively. First, unseen by Mr Landon, she swapped her sensible flat-soled shoes for the heels. Then she took off her gloves, mask and gown, let down her long hair, shook it out like a girl in a motorcycle commercial and turned to face her prey.

‘Fucking hell!’ was all that the handsome newlywed could get out.

‘Will this help ease your discomfort, do you think?’

‘Fucking hell!’

He was like a broken record.

‘And the swelling?’

‘Oh my fucking god!’ he answered from somewhere up there in the clouds.

‘I want you to undress me, lay me down on the chair and fuck me. Do you think you can manage that?’

‘I can’t believe this is happening,’ the patient responded.

‘I can see that, but I asked you a question. Will you fuck me or won’t you?’

The lewd language coming from the mouth of what he had thought was a sweet Oriental professional woman was almost too much for him to process. Almost, but not quite.

‘I feel the happiest man on the planet to be given that privilege.’

Jade would remember to tell Hunter that line. That’s how to make a girl feel special.

‘Okay, I’ll take that as a yes. Now, get off your butt and get me out of these clothes.’

Mr Landon was in such a state that he tried to undo the safety pin at the top of Jade’s skimpy dress.

‘Try the zip at the back,’ she said with playful mockery, which, in his unbearably aroused state he interpreted as derision.

She turned around to make the job easier for him, as if he were a particularly obtuse student. His hands shaking, he had to make several attempts before he managed the simple task. Turning slowly round, she presented her superb breasts to him: firm mounds with brown areoles and dark pink nipples.

‘Fuck!’ was all he managed by way of a response.

Jade took this as a compliment.

‘Are you going to finish what you’ve started?’ Jade asked him coquettishly. ‘Or are you getting cold feet?’

Mr Landon pulled the dress down, and Jade stepped out of it very slowly, her eyes not leaving his. But his eyes had already moved from her breasts to her black thong and its barely covered resident.

‘Well, are you a man or aren’t you?’ Jade asked him, placing a finger lightly on her cleft, her thong losing its convex shape as the material became glued to her sticky slit.

‘Oh, fuck!’ he crooned, as he put his hands above her hips and slowly pulled down her apology for a pair of panties.

‘God!’ he exclaimed, as her sparkling pussy was revealed.

‘Do you know how to make love to a woman?’ Jade scolded him, as he sat there open-mouthed.

‘Fuck yes!’ he replied, his lust running at levels that his vocabulary was unable to match.

‘Then show me,’ Jade said softly.

He stood up and taking Jade’s hand lay her on the chair.

‘Press the button and make me more comfortable,’ Jade instructed him.

He looked for the right one, this time taking his time so he would get it right first time.

‘There we are,’ whispered Jade, still clad in her shiny black heels.

‘Why don’t you get a little more comfortable too?’ she added. ‘Strip for me. Slowly. Sensuously.’

His hands shaking almost uncontrollably, he was pleased to give them something with which to occupy themselves. He peeled off his tee as sexily as he could, drawing words of appreciation from the dental surgeon. Undoing the button of his denims, he lowered the zipper as slowly as he was able, letting Jade get a good luck at his briefs, which matched the colour of his top.

‘Very nice,’ cooed Jade, wondering what sort of weapon those briefs were shielding.

Kicking off his shoes, he pushed his jeans slowly down his legs, sitting down on Jade’s chair in order to get them over his ankles and placing them neatly on top of his T-shirt on the little table that was attached to the chair. Standing up once more, he stepped back from the bed, so that Jade could look but not touch. The bulge in his pants was, Jade thought, quite promising.

‘Turn round so I can see your ass,’ she said.

‘Now bend over.’

‘Don’t worry, I won’t spank you,’ she added in a tone which was hard to define. It ought to have been playful, but it carried a hidden threat.

The thought of being spanked by his beautiful dentist was more than Mr Landon could take. Still bent over, he shuffled back towards the bed, raising his ass higher.

‘Please!’ he said simply.

‘Why?’ asked Jade. ‘What have you done that deserves to be punished?’

‘I have dreamt amasya escort about you spanking me,’ he replied a little sheepishly.

‘Do you really look at me as such a bitch?’ she asked disingenuously.

‘Oh my god, no! I didn’t mean it like that at all.’

‘Then how did you mean it?’

‘I mean I was thinking about you spanking me when I was with my wife.’

Mr Landon could only hope that honesty really was the best policy. He suddenly became aware that this could be a deal-breaker as far as the exotic beauty was concerned. He needn’t have been concerned.

‘Is that all you think about when you are supposed to be making love to your beautiful wife? I assume she is a beautiful woman?’

‘Oh, yes, she’s very beautiful.’

‘But you’ve only been married seven months. You must be dissatisfied with her if you are having fantasies about other women.’

‘Not other women,’ he corrected her. ‘Only you. And only since I saw you last week.’

‘Correct me if I am wrong, but it seems to me that during the last week, every time you have made love to your beautiful young wife, you have been thinking about being spanked by me?’

Mr Landon was silent. How he regretted ruining everything for a feel of her hands stinging his ass cheeks!

‘You see my dilemma, don’t you?’ said Jade severely.

‘Yes,’ replied the man, crestfallen.

‘If I chastise you now, rather than receiving it as a punishment for your unfaithfulness, you will receive it as fulfilment of your carnal desires.’

There was another pause.

‘Turn around and face me, Mr Landon. How old is your wife?’

‘Just 26,’ he replied, clearly shaken by the turn events had taken.

‘What is her name?’ asked Jade, knowing he’d tell her anything now and wanting badly to place this woman.

‘Fatima,’ he replied.

No wonder Jade couldn’t place her! She had an almost photographic memory for all the attractive young women among her clients. This one, with her headscarf, was especially memorable in terms of her beauty. But never in a thousand years would she have put the two of them together.

Realising this was no time for replaying her own fantasies concerning the beautiful Pakistani woman, or indeed for delving into their relationship too deeply, Jade nonetheless couldn’t resist a couple of questions before she gave the man what he wanted, and then got everything she wanted in return.

‘Fatima isn’t so adventurous in bed, then, Mr Landon?’

‘Look, she’s super hot and brilliant really, only she’s very conservative.’

‘And you had me down as a cock-loving slut, did you?’

‘Oh, no!’ he protested vehemently. ‘I thought you were really professional and, well, out of my league in fact. It’s just the way you looked at me and spoke to me. I thought you, I thought you -‘ his voice tailed off.

‘You thought I might be up for it?’ she finished the sentence for him.

‘I felt a connection with you too,’ she went on. ‘That’s why I dismissed my receptionist and my hygienist. That’s why I dressed like this. I am a slut, Mr Landon. Usually I fuck other women, but I decided I wanted a change. Since you are not into sluts, I think you’d better get dressed and return to your beautiful wife.’

‘But, but,’ he wasn’t sure how to say it without further alienating her.

‘But what?’ said Jade, enjoying the way their encounter had turned out and thrilled at the prospect of telling Hunter all about it.

‘I really want to make love to you. Forget all about the spanking. That was unnecessary.’

‘Unnecessary?’ said Jade, raising an eyebrow. ‘But you told me you’ve spent a week fantasising about me doing just that to you.’

‘But not only that. Other things too.’

‘Oh, I see,’ said Jade, as if things were only just becoming clearer to her now. ‘Like what other things?’

‘I don’t think I should tell you. You would only think badly of me.’

‘Well, why don’t you try me? Tell me one other thing you’ve wanted to do to me.’

‘I’ve wanted to make love to you when you’re wearing stocking and high heels.’

‘Oh, I’m sorry I didn’t wear my stockings today. You must be very disappointed.’

Looking at the way his briefs were struggling to contain his penis, she knew that couldn’t really be the case.

‘My god, no! That dress you had underneath your uniform. It was so fucking hot!’

‘But it would have been hotter if I was wearing a garter belt, suspenders and stockings?’

‘No! Absolutely not! Your thong was totally fucking insane!’

‘I see. And one more fantasy. I want to know the sort of man I’m dealing with.’

‘Oh, just the normal stuff: kissing you, worshipping your breasts, pleasing you down there, and then entering you when you were really wet.’

Jade hadn’t finished with him yet – not by a long chalk.

Turning half over on the chair-cum-bed, she displayed her ass to him, using her hands to part her buttocks and reveal her puckered anus.

‘Did you fantasise about this?’

‘Oh, fuck!’ antalya escort said Mr Landon, reverting to type.

‘I’m sure your wife doesn’t let you fuck her in the ass.’

‘No, no, of course not.’

‘You asked her?’

‘No,’ I couldn’t.

‘But you thought I’d be a pushover?’

‘No, it was just a fantasy.’

‘I want to ask you a question. If you answer me honestly, I will consider taking this rendezvous a little further. If you aren’t honest with me, I must ask you to leave.’

Mr Landon remaining silent, Jade put her question.

‘Have you fantasised about fucking me in the ass while you have been inside your wife’s vagina?’

‘Um, er, look, I can’t really remember. Details, you know.’

‘I will repeat the question one last time. The choice is yours. Lie to me and off you go. Tell me the truth and we continue to explore possibilities together.’

‘Have you fantasised about fucking me in the ass while you have been fucking your wife in the vagina?’

‘Yes, yes, I have,’ Mr Landon replied miserably, reckoning his chances with Jade were shot either way, but choosing to humiliate himself since he reckoned it represented the only chance of remaining in her company.

‘That’s very wicked,’ Jade said in a very level tone, as if she were thinking about sending him on his way.

‘I know it is,’ said her patient, his precum now oozing freely and making a dark patch on his burgundy briefs.

‘You know what that means,’ said Jade, almost in a whisper.

‘I think so,’ said Mr Landon, fearing the worst.

15

‘I must punish you,’ the dentist said, causing the worry lines to vanish instantly from her patient’s face.

‘Turn around and bend over and we shall see if we can exorcise your impure thoughts.’

Jade ran her eye over his firm buns then brought her hand down hard on his nearest cheek. He made no sound but she could picture his face, twisted in anticipation of the pummelling he was expecting – hoping – to receive. She smacked his cheek five or six times, as hard as she could, pleased at the gasps that began to escape from his lips. She shifted her position so she could mete out the same punishment to his other tight cheek. The way he was suppressing the pain he must be feeling both impressed her and turned her on. He would suffer anything now for the chance of fucking her.

None too gently she pulled his pants down, his cock briefly but painfully snagging in the elastic of the waistband. He bit his lip and showed no reaction. But then of course she couldn’t see his face. She could only imagine the torture she was putting him through. His ass was burning bright.

She got off the bed, her heels clacking against the linoleum floor, and told him to move forwards. Swinging her arm in a wide arc, she smacked him with all the might she possessed on the middle of his ass. This time he responded. But his response was the one with which she had become so familiar.

‘Fuck! Yes!’

‘This is meant to be a punishment,’ Jade scolded him. ‘You are not meant to enjoy it.’

‘I’m s-sorry,’ he jabbered, utterly lost in a world where fantasy met reality.

‘I will punish you five more times. If I am satisfied that you have been purified, then perhaps I will let you give me some pleasure. Do you understand?’

‘Yes, Dr Lee,’ he replied, working hard to keep a grip on his emotions.

‘That’s better,’ she said. ‘You must learn to treat all women with the respect they deserve.’

‘And that includes your wife,’ she added, before bringing her hand down on his blushing butt.

She repeated the dose four more times, then told him to get up and face her. In his bare feet, he was still an inch or two taller than Jade in her heels.

‘You said you wanted to kiss me,’ she said, moving closer so that his penis touched her loins. ‘Show me what you have got.’

He placed his hands on the sides of her head and kissed her softly on the lips.

‘That’s nice,’ she said. ‘But I’m sure you can do better.’

Feeling a modicum of control for the first time in he couldn’t remember how long, he brought his lips together over her lower lip and squeezed it gently. He did this two or three times before turning his attention to her upper lip. Jade responded by placing her hands on his waist. The touch caused a tremor to run through his body. Placing his mouth on hers, he kissed her with greater ardency, holding back his tongue until such time as he felt that she was desperate to receive it.

He moved his hands to her sides, letting his middle fingers encroach onto the soft tissue of her breasts. Feeling her growing desire, he let his tongue probe her mouth, only to find that her own tongue was waiting for him. Keeping his composure, he let their tongues explore each other. When he heard her moaning into his mouth, he moved his hands onto her breasts, letting his fingers roam wantonly over her full nipples.

Bypassing her tongue, he drove his own muscle deep inside her mouth, reaching the soft tissue at the back of her mouth. Her hands responded by grabbing his bulging cock, the crown of which was slick with his precum. After they had kissed passionately for another minute, she lay back on the fully reclined dental chair and told him to keep doing what he had told her he wanted to do to her.

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