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Affer 25 years of marriage, Cliff 51, and his wife Dianne, 41, had pretty much done every thing a normal couple could do in bed. Cliff had cum in every hole she had, Dianne had swallowed many, many times, they had fucked in crazy and erotic places while on vacation, you name it. There was, however, the one turn-on that they’d never experienced, he’d mentioned it before but truly never, ever thought his somewhat prudesh wife would go for, her letting him watch her get wildy fucked by another man.

Dianne came home from the salon one day and had a juicy bit of gossip to share, their son’s ex girlfriend Katleyn and her boyfriend Kevin were swingers. Katelyn was 25, three years older than their son, they had broken up 4 years ago but Dianne still got her hair done in the salon where Katelyn worked. Her hairdresser Jamie was talking to another employee and Dianne overheard her and proceeded to share the juicy gossip with her husband Cliff.

“Apparently they love to watch each other while they have sex with other people, can you imagine?” Cliffs cock stiffened at the thought and said, “As I’ve told you before that’s a major turn on to many couples and has always been that taboo fantasy of mine, but I don’t think I could actually watch you do it but man does that give me wood.”

“Me having sex with another man while you watch turns you on? Why? “

“Well,” Cliff tried to explain the perverse thought like this, “seeing you turning on another man is erotic, you letting him lick you, you servicing his cock, and you getting fucked is like the ultimate fantasy because it would only be about sexual pleasure, I get to go home with you and relive that thought forever.” I am sure that’s why Katelyn and Kevin do it, not because they don’t love each other but because they do love each other.

“So if I brought them home and said, let’s swap, you’d do it? You would let me suck and fuck a 25-year old man while you watched and you did the same with Katelyn?” Now Cliff knew that was a loaded question, because if he admitted he wanted to fuck his son’s ex girlfriend, his wife might be pissed and if he didn’t he might miss out on the most erotic fantasy of his life. “We are talking hypothetical right? I mean you would never actually do that, would you? And let me be with another woman while you watched?”

Dianne sort of laughed and said facetiously “he is 25, why would he want to swing with a 41-year old mother? I am sure they hook up with younger, hot couples and not couples that could be their escort kartal parents.” Cliff sort of laughed it off too and like that the discussion was seemilngly over.

Three days later when Cliff got home from work, Dianne shared that she bumped into Katleyn at the grocery store and the two of them got a glass of wine afterwards to catch up. After two Chardonnays, Dianne mentioned the discussion, she never could keep her mouth shut when drinking, and Katelyn said they had sex with couples with similar ages as her and Cliff’s and it was the most erotic thing ever, she preferred older men actually. Cliff got a raging hard on at the thought. Dianne was obviously a little tipsy and Katelyn sort of probed her about Kevin, and if she ever thought about trying the lifestyle, and if Kevin were her type. He was a studly younger man, she admitted, he was tall, muscular, and had dark features, Italian looking, that she found appealing but she had never thought sexually about him. Katelyn shared that he had a huge cock and was dynamite with his tongue if she knew what she meant.

Dianne was a little taken back by the discussion but the wine certianly lowered her inhibitions to share. Dianne mentioned that Cliff was the only man she had ever slept with, she let guys finger her and gave one guy a blow job in high school but had only ever had sex with her husband. She shared Cliff also had huge cock and yet she had wondered before what it would be like to sleep with another man, hypothetically of course.

Cliff could smell the wine on Dianne’s breath, and knew she was a lightweight, two glasses of wine turned into a third at home, when she blurted out ” So i invited them over for drinks tonight.”

Cliff stood there in complete shock, “you did what? Why would you do that, unless?” he paused for effect and looked into his wife”s eyes and soul. “Are you serious, you’re just fucking with me right because I shared that fantasy, right?”

Dianne smiled sheepishly, and asked him point blank, “do you really think you can handle it? Watching me with another man, right in front of you? Watching him go down on me, me sucking his cock, and him fucking me wildly until we both climax exhaustedly?”

Cliff then turned to her and asked her “do you think you can watch me go down on Katelyn and watch her service my cock and us fuck in front of you? Really?” Dianne answered she did, “I think it would be kinda hot to watch you get your cock sucked while I bayan escort am doing the same to Kevin”

Cliff truly thought his wife was fucking with him until the door rang and Katelyn and Kevin were at the door. The couples shared a bottle of wine and then Dianne asked the pointed question ” ok so how does this work?”

“Well,” Katelyn said, “usually we start with kissing the other person and let things go from there. “you sure your ok with this right,” she asked Dianne again for confirmation. Dianne was fairly buzzed by this time and shook her head yes. Kevin walked over to Cliff’s wife and started kissing her, softly at first and then passionately. Cliff’s dick sprang to attention, it was even more erotic that he thought it might be. Katelyn just watched at first, slowly rubbing her hand down her blouse, and exposing her black lace bra while teasing Cliff with her looks. Kevin and Dianne were now making out intensely, his hands explored her breasts, pushing her bra up to expose her tits to the cool air, nipples in full erection and obviously quite turned on by the making out. Dianne groaned at his touch, while Katelyn now had most of her buttons undone and playing the seductive woman when suddenly she reached over and lightly rubbed Cliff’s cock through his jeans. He was rock hard, and she could tell he was ready to explode.

Kevin had Dianne topless, they were still kissing passionately when she stood up and unbuttoned her jeans and let them drop to the floor. Here was Cliff, watching his 41- year old wife topless, in only silk panties now, making out intensely with a much younger man and it could not have turned him on anymore.

Katelyn could see as much and followed suit, showing her 25-year old perfect round tits and dropping her jeans to the floor as well. Their first kiss was intense, very passionate and each turned on by the others touch. Cliff fondled the perfect breasts and wanted to taste her juices so he slowly started moving down her chest, to her stomach and slid aside her panties to engulfe her womanhood with his tongue. She tasted like flowers, roses, and soon Kevin followed suit with Dianne. Both men were eating the others womans pussy, and loving it. Dianne was rubbing his dark hair, as he teased her clit and filled her hole with his tongue. Cliff was going to town on Katelyn’ clit with his tongue, driving the younger woman to an orgasmic sensation. She came in minutes and yet was ready for more. After her first orgasm, came the second escort maltepe from his finger, the third was one finger in her pussy and one teasing her asshole, this chick was insatiable. Dianne was getting close, Cliff could tell, she had that rolled back eye look. She came hard with Kevin’s tongue deep in her pussy.

Both women were now ready to return the favor and both dropped to their knees and started sucking their swapped partners huge cock. Dianne went first and was a great cock sucker, Kevin was in ecstasy, she fondled the balls softly, and worked the shaft her with mouth and hand, he was not going to last long as Cliff knew. She was a great cock sucker.

Katelyn was also quite good he learned, she was soft with her mouth, and has a whirling way with her tongue on the tip, much like a french kiss, which drove him nuts. Kevin had to stop first and said out loud that he wanted to fuck Dianne. So here was the ultimate fantasy coming true, Dianne was fucking a younger man in their front room right in front of her husband Cliff. She started on top, grinding her juicy pussy atop the 25-year old cock, Cliff could see it going in and out and watching the ecstasy on both their faces as Katelyn continued sucking his rock hard cock. What a turn on!

Katelyn then bent over and told him to fuck her, which the 51-year old married man happily did. Here was this happily married couple wildy fucking another, much younger couple, in front of each other and completely enjoying the eroticism of it. Cliff pounded on the young pussy, it was tight, he had his hands on her ass, occasionally teasing her asshole with a thumb while pumping away on her womanhood. He knew he would not last long when she reached under and started fondling his balls while he fucked her doggy style.

Kevin got their first and said he was ready to cum when Dianne took his cock out of her pussy and started to suck him dry, something she rarely did. She was now tasting her own pussy juices on Kevin’s cock as Cliff and Katelyn fucked and watched her swallow his cum. Cliff could not hold out any longer and came deep inside Katelyn, blowing a massive load deep into the vagina of his sons ex girlfiend.

Both couples were sweaty, climaxed, mutliple times for Katelyn, and the room reaked like sex and wine.

“Well honey was that the fantasy you’ve always had,” Dianne asked with another mans cum in the corner of her mouth. Cliff was pulling out of Katelyn and nodded yes, ” without a doubt, that was fucking hot”.

Kevin smiled and said “maybe we can do it again, perhaps even make it a regular thing” Both couples sort of giggled at the thought, fantasies were fulfilled, orgasms were aplenty and everyone seemed ok with the outcome, no jealousy, just pure unadulterated passion and sex. “Time will tell,” answered Dianne.

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BUCKET LIST SEX

It just occurred to me one day last year that there were many things I would like to do sexually that I haven’t done, so I sat down and wrote out a bucket list of sexual goals, things I wanted to mark off that I had never been able to enjoy. The first thing I wrote down was have sex with a stranger I just met and will never see again. The thought was to meet someone, propose my plan, and hope for the best. I wondered if women ever had the same thoughts as me.

Well, the first five women I proposed it do didn’t react well, and I was probably close to getting beat up by a boyfriend or shot by an outraged husband. I just said it like a casual interest that I thought they could easily decline, but they took it as an assault not a mere friendly suggestion. I simply said, “You know, I’d really like to have sex with you and if you have any time this afternoon we could get a room. Any interest?”

All five of them ran off in a huff as if I had demanded they take their clothes off in the middle of the street and let me fuck them doggy style in front of God and everyone. I didn’t let it deter me, however, the sixth one, a redhead with a fuck-me smile and a dress short enough to stop traffic, said, “You have a place already, or do I have to wait for you to find an acceptable spot to lay flat?”

“I have a place in mind and it’s real close,” I said.

“Do you often proposition a stranger to fuck right out of the blue?” she said. “Name is Marcy, by the way. You should know it if we are going to copulate. Yours?”

“I am Craig, and no I never have, but I have always wanted to, so you look like you might be the kind of person who would be interested,” I said.

“I look like a whore?”

“You look like someone I’d like to fuck,” I said.

“I like your honesty,” she said. “Most men just give you that “I-sure-would-like-to-bone-your-ass look. At least you’re polite and direct. Well, I do like to fuck, and you look like someone healthy and able to do a respectable job fucking. By that I mean you look like you may have enough in those pants of yours to adequately fill my pleasure drawer. You like cowgirl, Craig? I am partial to being on top,” she said.

“Top, bottom, on your knees, standing, whatever,” I said. “I just like the endeavor. That is the first thing on my sexual bucket list,” I said. “Fucking a stranger.”

“You have a sexual bucket list?” she asked. “How totally millennial. What a modern man. How many things are on that list?” she asked.

“Twenty-two,” I said, “but I suspect I will add to it. Can’t tell how high that number may go,” I said.

“Well, of course,” she said laughing. “You aren’t expecting a friendship to grow out of this are you?”

“That’s part of what’s on my list. ‘A stranger that I never see again.’ I have fantasized about it. Just thought I’d try to make it come true.”

She followed me to the Hacienda Hotel, as she just wanted to drive away when we were done, and she waited in her car as I registered.

“I need to leave by five,” she said. “My husband likes dinner at six, although he won’t mind my afternoon of diversion at the Hacienda. We have an ‘understanding,'” she explained, making air quotes with two fingers of each hand. “He has his friends, I have mine.”

We parked next to one another close to the room and went right to number 38. Once in the room, she didn’t waste any time and was out of her clothes in less than a minute.

“You married, Craig?” she asked.

“That’s not on my bucket list,” I said with a smile.

When she was nude she turned to me and said, “I hope you don’t expect a lot of hugging and kissing.”

“It is just an afternoon of fucking,” I said. “No need to get high schoolish about it. I just want to fuck a stranger, say goodbye, and drive away.”

“My kind of afternoon delight,” she said.

She motioned to the bed and indicated I should get in place. I climbed on, put my head on the pillow, and held out my hands. She knelt beside me, put one leg over my hips, and slowly lowered herself down on my erect cock that stood straight up from my belly. She wiggled her hips, sliding me in, then slowly began bouncing over me, sliding my very stiff, and very eager cock up into her wet and wonderful pussy.

She might have been a married lady, but she knew how to fuck, especially cowgirl. She had said it was her favorite of the Kama Sutra, and she had studied that thoroughly. She held herself up with one hand, escort kadiköy the other in the air like a bronc riding cowgirl. Marcy certainly knew her stuff. She fucked like a fleet whore working San Diego Naval Base.

She rode me hard like a bronc, and when she came it was with a shout, and she pushed down on me, holding my cock in her as she climaxed around my dick. When she recovered, she spread over me like a blanket, and she said, “You do a wife good. My, I haven’t been that vocal for years. Nice meeting you stranger. Glad to help you on your list project,” she gushed.

Number two on my bucket list said: “To be in a double.” A double penetration is two men on one woman with one in her pussy while the other slides into her backdoor from above. I have seen it pictured and described in the Kama Sutra, and I have heard it talked about, but I have never done or seen anyone do it in person.

In college I heard guys talk about it, some brag they had done it, although I am not sure I believe the dorm-fuck-brag stories. Like the guy who brags he’s been with lots of women but you’ve never seen him even talk to one.

I knew the first thing I needed to do was find a willing woman and then bring a buddy in to complete the sandwich. To find a woman who would be open to doing a double penetration I needed to do some research and talk to some people who would know.

Marcy and I had pledged to end any contact, so I knew she would not want to be involved in any way. I thought of a friend who had been in an open relationship. As far as I knew he still was. It was worth a try so I called him.

“Long time no hear,” Glenn said. “How you been?” We chatted about friends, caught up on stuff, and finally got around to what I’d called about. I told him about my bucket list. He laughed, said I was a “perve” and that he did know some women who were into kinky shit, but that I should go online. “You can find anything on the internet,” he said.

“Google Double Penetration,” he said, “or other Kinky Shit. They can find anything for you. You want pussy? Google Pussy. It will be on your screen in seconds,” he said. “You can even get their emails and contacts. It’s the way of the times. Just ask Google.”

He certainly did sound like he knew what he was talking about. Just go on the internet. That simple. “Okay,” I said. “Thanks.”

“If you need a third person for your double, let me know. I love to fuck,” he said. “I don’t have a bucket list, but I have things I’d like to do. That’s one of them,” he added. “Just keep me in mind. Okay, let me know.”

I told him if I found a woman, I definitely would give him a call. As soon as I got home, I got on the computer and went to Google. I wrote in Double Penetration and right away there were over a hundred sites to watch folks doing it. I tried again and wrote “women who agree to doubles.”

I got a list of emails and phone numbers with pictures next to each, showing what she looked like, even a few videos of some of them in action. I took down three numbers, listed the names they gave, then emailed each one telling what I wanted and where I was. I noted that I would get a hotel room, bring in another guy, and we would pay her if that was what she required.

“Of course it’s what they require,” my buddy said when I told him I had written three potential double partners. “You don’t think they’re amateurs do you?”

Sheepishly I admitted they most likely were not amateurs.

“You got a favorite?” he asked.

“They all look great,” I said, “but I’d probably pick the blond.”

“Good choice,” he said with a smile.

I rented a room at the local Marriott and Glenn and I arrived early enough to have an early dinner, spent some time in the room watching a game on tv and made sure everything was ready. Both he and I were excited, and neither one of us spoke about it that afternoon, as if mentioning it could jinks it and mess things up.

We were watching out the window at the parking lot when we saw her drive up. She got out of her car and walked toward the registration desk. She was tall, lean, and dressed in more than you’d expect for a Marriott afternoon. She had on a short, loose skirt, fuck-me heels, a low cut top showing far more than the hotel staff deserved, and had a sexual air about her you could see from a blimp.

After about six minutes, there was a light tap on the door and Glenn and I looked escort bayan at one another and smiled. When we opened the door she asked if anyone here was interested in the services of a talented modern woman with “exceptional skills in the pleasure giving department.”

“Right this way,” Glenn said, stepping back to let her in.

“I’m Samantha,” she said, “and I give pleasure really well.”

“I’ll bet you do,” I said.

As I shut the door, Samantha began removing her clothes. “So, you want a double?” she said.

“That would be nice,” Glenn said.

Samantha then told us the position each of us should get into, explaining just what would be called for. She had me get on my back on the bed, with my cock pointing up, with her kneeling over me with her ass in the air. Glenn was to kneel behind her with his stiff cock between her ass cheeks, inserting the tip at her anus and moving it in and out, alternating with me, going in as I came out and so forth.

I got on my back as she suggested, my cock sticking up and she bent over me and took me into her pussy, her hands on the bed on each side of my head. Glenn got behind her and slipped his dick in her ass as she had instructed. She had made sure he was lubed up good, coating his cock with Astroglide, then once she was in place he slid it in nice and slow, steady and smooth, pushing in with one motion.

I waited for him to slide in, then when he was pulling out I pushed my cock into her pussy. We alternated. As he pushed in her ass I was pulling out of her pussy, back and forth, in and out, just like the movement of a machine. A fucking machine.

We fucked her in each of her holes for forty minutes, then we all rested until she said, “I can take each one of you separately for the same price. We had never talked about what it cost, but she held up five fingers. “My ass and pussy will cost you five bills,” she said, “whether it is only once, or if you each do me twice. Your choice. It’s like a sale.”

Glenn fucked her first, then I let her climb on me and ride me cowgirl until I came inside her. I don’t think she ever came that night. She is a pro and probably gets herself off with her finger at the end of each day.

After she left I crossed off Double Penetration from my list and said goodbye to Glenn, then I drove home. The image of us both fucking Samantha has stayed with me and has put me to sleep for weeks now. It was a great item on my bucket list, and I am so glad I put it there.

The next thing I had written down was “threesome.” I had always wanted to do two women at one time. I told Glenn about my number three and he said I should call two of the women he knew were pretty liberal with their sexuality. Liberal is the euphemism for sexually loose. He thought Karen and Marsha would be perfect.

“So for a threesome not a double?” I said.

“A double may be a little too libertarian for many women,” he said. “I know they do threesomes, but I don’t know about doubles,” he said. He gave me both of their phone numbers. We thought emails were not the way to go. Far too impersonal. Too formal.

I called Marsha first. I told her I was a friend of Glenn’s. I explained about the sexual bucket list, and how he had told me she was a “modern” woman. I said I was interested in a threesome and I was told she might be willing, especially if there were another woman she knew. I mentioned Karen and she said she and Karen had done threesomes together before.

“I hate to sound superficial,” she said, “but could you send me a photo of yourself, maybe to my email?” I quickly sent off a photo of myself, the best I had, in my opinion. An hour later I got an email that said, “Karen and I would love to make pleasant memories with you. Call my number if you are still interested.”

I called and we chatted like old friends. She asked me about myself, my occupation, where I was from, and whether I had a family. I told her I only had a mother and a father, two sisters, and a brother, no wife.

“So, do you just wank it?” she asked boldly.

I told her I got along, and she said, “Oh, yeah, your list. It’s refreshing,” she said, “when a man just comes out and says what he wants. If he wants to be fucked, to just ask for it.”

“Well, all women aren’t so willing to hear honesty,” I said. “Many get offended. They take it as a personal affront. They think it’s brutish, caveman like, depraved. Yes, it is refreshing to hear a woman escort ataşehir say that,” I said. “I’d rather say, ‘Let’s fuck. And have her say, ‘Not now.’ Than have to hint around about it and have her say, ‘I didn’t know.'”

“That’s why honest communication is better,” she said. “You don’t waste all that time trying to guess what someone wants.”

“So let’s fuck,” I said.

“Okay, when?” she said.

“My place, at six, bring a friend,” I said.

“Love to,” she said. “Email the address.”

Marsha and Karen arrived at 5:59. Their knock was a friendly seven rap item that said, ‘Let’s play.’ When I opened the door one of them said, “Anyone interested in a threesome?”

“You’ve got the right house and the perfect attitude,” I said. “Come in, ladies, and take your clothes off.”

“We’d love to,” said the one I found was Karen. They came in, I shut the door, and they both began getting naked. “Don’t see any reason to waste time,” Marsha said removing her blouse, which had no bra under it. Karen slipped out of her skirt and I was pleased to see she wore no panties.

As soon as they were both nude, they began working on me, undoing my belt, taking off my pants, and pulling my growing cock out of my shorts. “My, how manly,” she said holding my already stiff cock in her soft hand.

“I think we can find a warm place to put this hard thing,” Karen said.

“Two warm places,” Marsha corrected. “I’ve got one and you’ve got the other.”

“And two tongues to lick it clean,” Karen said. “I wanna taste that big boy,” she said.”Do you want to be fucked, honey?” she said.

“I thought you’d never ask,” I said sporting my full on raging hard on.

“Why don’t we flip a coin to see who gets him first,” Marsha suggested.

“Don’t have a coin, but rock, paper, scissors should do.” After three rounds, Karen won me with a rock. She crawled on the bed and opened her legs. “Get up here,” she said, “and slide that baby in me.”

“He can finger me as he fucks you,” Marsha said.

“Or you can squat over my face and let me eat you while he fucks me,” Karen said. “And you can kiss him at the same time.”

“That sounds marvelous,” Marsha said.

Karen got on her back and I climbed between her legs. I inserted my erect cock into Karen’s pussy as Marsha kelt over Karen’s face. Karen began eating her friend voraciously as I fucked her, using quick, short thrusts into her.

Karen must have been wonderful at pussy eating because Marsha began to come shortly after I started fucking Karen. She stopped eating Marsha soon after and began to come herself. I continued to fuck her, but she put her hand on my cock to stop my movements into her, since she was too sensitive for me to continue.

We all were breathing hard and fighting for a breath. I resumed going in and out of her after a few minutes and fairly quickly she began once again matching my pace with a movement of her hips. Marsha also put her pussy back over Karen’s mouth and my fuck partner began eating her friend once again.

We must have continued like that for another thirty minutes until we changed places and I began fucking Marsha. This time she climbed on top of me and I began fucking her cowgirl. Karen stood with her feet on each side of my head, facing Marsha. She started to come a few minutes later.

“Oh, baby, yes, eat my pussy good,” she said hoarsely, her voice deep with arousal. “You always eat me good,” she yelled. “Suck on my clit like you do,” she said. “You are so good with my pussy in your mouth. Oh, god, yes.”

Her voice brought me close to my orgasm and I was close to filling Marsha with my cum. She had told me it was fine because her tubes were tied, so when I began I just let it go and shot stream after stream into her eager, willing pussy wet with my precum and her love juice.

Her fists clenched as she accepted my semen, and I could see her bite down on her lower lip. Her brow tightened and her eyes closed, and squirt after squirt of my cum shot into her splayed, pink, and extremely wet pussy. Her muff was a soggy mat of damp hair, soft and aromatic as an unsullied sponge.

Karen moved her pussy away from Marsha’s mouth and sat on the bed. As I moved out from under her the women came together and began to kiss. It was a tender, erotic kiss that made me smile and relax against the pillow to watch. It was as good as any porn I’d ever seen.

I watched them for maybe thirty minutes, and then they both collapsed on the bed. It was a great evening of sex and certainly worth a check off on my bucket list. The number on that list has grown to thirty, and if you’re interested, I’ll tell you about the others as I cross them off. It was a great idea to make a list, and marking them off has been a blast.

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Introduction:

Stefan hadn’t planned on having his entire week turned upside down by a massage appointment.

He just wanted relief something to finally untangle the knot of pain buried in his back and hips after too many hours chained to a desk. But what started as a casual recommendation from his best friend quickly spiraled into something far more complicated. And intimate. And intense.

Minja wasn’t what he expected. Soft spoken, grounded, and quietly magnetic, she had a touch that went far beyond therapeutic and a presence that slipped under his skin before he could stop it. Their first session was meant to be professional, clean, clinical. But from the moment her fingers found the tension buried deep in his body, something else sparked between them. Something slow and smoldering. Something neither of them were entirely prepared for.

And when boundaries begin to blur beneath the warm hush of oil slicked skin and unspoken desire, Stefan realizes that sometimes the cure for pain isn’t just in the hands it’s in the heat between them.

A story of accidental tension, lingering touches, and the kind of release you don’t schedule online.

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Stefan’s back had been killing him for weeks.

It started as a dull stiffness a low, persistent throb along his spine after hours spent hunched over his laptop in his cramped home office. But over time, it had crept lower, settling like a hot knot in his hips, nagging him every time he shifted in his chair. Stretching helped for maybe ten minutes. Heating pads? Temporary relief. Hot showers, foam rollers, yoga videos that left him embarrassingly sore the next day? Nothing worked. Even heroic doses of ibuprofen only dulled the pain long enough to get through a Zoom meeting.

The worst part was how it made him feel weak. At thirty one, Stefan had always prided himself on being fairly active bike rides on weekends, the occasional jog, even a flirtation with kettlebells. But now? He winced like someone’s dad just climbing out of bed.

He had been complaining about it nonstop to his best friend Lila, who finally interrupted him mid rant with an exasperated sigh.

“You should go to Minja,” she said, flicking through her phone. “She’s my old neighbor. We used to go to the same middle school. Super shy, always had her nose in a book. Now she’s, like, a massage therapist or something. Has a home setup. Helped my brother last year when he threw his back out after trying to impress some girl at the gym. He literally couldn’t stop talking about her for weeks.”

“Really?” Stefan arched a brow. “I don’t know, I usually just go to that weird chiropractor downtown.”

Lila rolled her eyes. “That guy that made you sign up for six sessions before touching your spine once? Yeah, try Minja. She’s affordable, private, and she’s, like… sweet. But in that quiet, lowkey way. Plus, she has five stars on Yelp. I think she has an Instagram page too.”

Later that night, Stefan found himself scrolling through @SpineSpiritTherapy.

Minja’s page was modest. Clean and calming. Neutral tones. Soft lighting. A few close up shots of her workspace massage oils neatly arranged, soft blue towels folded perfectly, a diffuser puffing mist in the background. Her captions were always warm, professional, and personal.

“Tension can make the body feel like it’s betraying you. Be gentle with yourself. Bookings open this week.”

He scrolled further. There were a few photos of her mostly candid, taken from the side or in motion, always in soft cotton shirts or neutral scrubs. She wasn’t showing off. There was a softness to her smile, a down to earth realness. He liked that.

He clicked over to the booking link and fired off a DM.

Stefan: Hey! My friend Lila recommended you. Said you helped her brother last year. I’ve been dealing with some back/hip tension and wondering if you had anything open?

A minute later, the little “typing…” bubble popped up.

Minja: Hi Stefan 🙂 Yes, I remember Lila! I’d be happy to help. I have a couple openings this week. Do you prefer daytime or evening?

They messaged back and forth, working out a slot that Friday. She gave him her address, a note about parking, and added, “Just ring the bell when you arrive. Or if I don’t answer right away, give it a second. Sometimes I’m finishing up with another client. No need to bring anything but yourself.”

*****

Now here Stefan stood, outside a modest four story brick house in a quiet residential neighborhood. The front lawn was tidy, a row of low hedges framing the walkway. A windchime tinkled softly in the breeze.

He reached out to press the doorbell but the door swung open before he could touch it.

Minja stood there, slightly breathless. Her ponytail was a little crooked, and her pale green t shirt was slightly rumpled, tucked into high waisted black escort ümraniye yoga pants that hugged her hips in a way that surprised him. She was wiping her hands on a towel, her cheeks slightly pink.

“Oh! You’re Stefan, right?” she asked, her voice soft, a little startled.

He nodded, smiling. “Yeah. Sorry if I’m early.”

“No, no,” she shook her head quickly. “You’re right on time. I was just finishing up cleaning the room. Come in, please.”

The entryway smelled faintly of eucalyptus and sandalwood. The space was cozy a few potted plants, a shoe rack, and a soft carpet leading down the hallway.

She led him toward a small converted bedroom just off the hall.

“This is my setup. Nothing fancy,” she said. “But it’s quiet, and the neighbors don’t complain.”

The room was warm, softly lit by a standing lamp in the corner. The massage table sat in the center, draped with a navy sheet. A small shelf held an array of oils, clean towels, and a tiny speaker playing gentle, instrumental music.

“You can leave your clothes over there,” she said, motioning to a chair. “Undress to whatever you’re comfortable with. Most people go down to their underwear. I’ll give you a moment to get settled under the towel, and then I’ll knock before I come back in.”

Stefan nodded again, grateful for her calm, measured tone.

As she stepped out and closed the door gently behind her, he exhaled, then looked around the room again, heart ticking faster than it should.

Alright, he thought, time to find out if this was a good idea… or the best one you’ve had all month.

He reached for his belt. He peeled off his clothes, leaving on just his dark grey boxer briefs, and lay down on the table. The towel she’d left him was small and thin, just enough to cover his ass. He adjusted it awkwardly, feeling slightly exposed but telling himself to relax. He was here for back pain, not to flirt. Even if her eyes had lingered for half a second when he turned to enter the room…

*****

Minja stood with a shy, startled smile.

She was… not what he had expected.

Her dark brown hair was pulled into a loose ponytail, and her bangs framed her wide, expressive eyes in a way that made her look more like a bookish art student than a massage therapist. She wore fitted black yoga pants and a pale T shirt with “Spine & Spirit Therapy” embroidered across the chest in small white lettering.

He was already warm not from the room, but from the surprise of seeing her. Lila had said nothing about Minja being cute. Not just attractive cute. That kind of sweet, shy energy that sneaks up on you. And her voice had this softness to it, like she was always one nervous breath away from a giggle.

The door clicked softly.

“Okay,” Minja said, her voice quieter now. “All set?”

“Yeah, all yours.”

She stepped into view and moved around to his left. Stefan kept his head down in the padded face cradle, watching her feet in soft cotton socks as she adjusted her angle. The first touch came without warning warm oil and both of her hands on his upper back, sliding up the muscles with a feather light glide.

He let out a slow breath.

Her hands were small but deliberate yet strong. She knew what she was doing. She started by spreading the oil from his shoulders to mid back, warming him up before kneading deeper.

“You have… a lot of tension here,” she said softly. “Upper traps, rhomboids… You sit a lot, yeah?”

“All day,” he groaned. “I think my spine is trying to turn into a question mark.”

She laughed, a genuine little snort escaping. “We’ll unbend you.”

She worked silently for a few minutes, her fingers gliding over him in slow, practiced strokes. Then came the firm press of her thumbs down either side of his spine. Stefan felt his body relaxing more deeply than it had in days. His breathing slowed. Her touch was professional but intimate comforting, focused, with just the tiniest hints of uncertainty in how she moved.

Like she was thinking very carefully about every move she made. Every glide of her palm, every shift of weight from heel to toe. Minja moved with a kind of quiet focus that gave even the most mundane gestures a charged precision, and Stefan wasn’t sure if it was just his imagination or something more deliberate. But it was getting harder to ignore the undercurrent.

“You’re… not too ticklish, are you?” she asked softly, voice low and warm as she moved down toward his lower back. Her fingers had started to slow, spreading slightly as they approached the waistband of his boxers, still half hidden under the towel.

“Nope,” Stefan replied, doing his best to keep his voice steady even as a small shiver crept down his spine. Her touch wasn’t featherlight, but it didn’t need to be. The sensation of her fingertips grazing the edge of the fabric was enough to short circuit entire lines of thought. “You’re good.”

“Okay,” she murmured. There was escort istanbul a beat of silence where only the soft sound of oil and skin filled the room. Then, with a faint breath: “Some people… tense up when I work near here. I try to be respectful. But I’ll still get close. It’s where most lower back pain radiates from, right around the hips…”

Her voice trailed off into quiet again, but her hands stayed sure strong, methodical, and careful as they pressed into the tight muscles of his lower back and glutes. But her fingers… they drifted close. Just close enough to test boundaries. Her thumbs dug in with focused pressure, but her pinky finger, barely grazing, flirted with the inside of his thigh. A slow brush, soft and fleeting.

Stefan’s jaw clenched. Okay. Stay cool. You’re not imagining it.

Then it happened again a flicker of contact so light he might have questioned it, if it didn’t land in that exact same spot. Not overt. Not necessarily on purpose.

Just enough.

The towel, loosely tucked over his hips, shifted slightly with each subtle shift of her position. As Minja moved down to his calves, her touch reset professional again, measured and impersonal but Stefan couldn’t ignore the low simmer now building in his core. Her hands moved in slow, firm strokes over his legs, her fingers curling around the thick muscle of his calves, gliding up to his hamstrings. She was working deep, and the tension she kneaded from his body only seemed to coil lower, tighter, hotter.

And he knew he knew that there was no way she didn’t see it. The fabric of his underwear had done nothing to contain the rising swell of his arousal, and even under the towel, the erection under him was growing unmistakable. When her fingers had slid beneath to reach the deep muscles at the top of his inner thighs, her knuckles brushed against the pronounced curve of his bulge. Her hands had faltered for half a second, no more than a hitch in her rhythm, but Stefan felt it. Felt the pause.

And felt the air in the room shift.

A minute later, she cleared her throat quiet, nearly imperceptible and moved her hands with calm deliberation to his hamstrings, the strokes slower, more technical again. But the silence between them was thick now, electric.

“Okay,” she said at last, her voice slightly thinner than before. “You can go ahead and turn over, and I’ll work on your chest and quads. Just keep the towel over your uh front. And take your time.”

There was a tension in the air that hadn’t been there before something warm and coiled and held too long in place.

Stefan rose up onto one elbow, shifting carefully as he turned over. The towel clung stubbornly for a second, then slipped a little too far down his hip. He caught it, adjusted quickly, tucking himself subtly to the side as he lay back. But it was no use. There was no hiding the clear ridge pressing against the towel now, straining slightly as his cock pulsed beneath the thin cotton.

He glanced up just in time to see Minja look down and then whip her gaze away, fast. But not before he caught it: the tiny hitch in her breath, the unmistakable blush that bloomed high across her cheekbones.

She turned away toward the oil without a word, pouring more into her palms. The quiet glug of the bottle and the slick sound of her rubbing her hands together filled the pause. Then she stepped closer and placed her hands gently on his chest.

“I’ll just start here,” she said, barely above a whisper. Her voice was calm, but her cheeks were still pink, and her eyes avoided his.

Her hands slid over his pecs in smooth, deliberate motions, tracing the lines of his muscle, thumbs working over the knots near his collarbones. Her fingers curved around his sides, drawing slow arcs that made his stomach tighten beneath her touch. She was still avoiding his face pretending, maybe, that nothing had changed but her breathing betrayed her. It was faster now. Less even.

Stefan’s cock throbbed again, a sharp pulse that made the towel tent even higher. The edge slipped down another inch along his hipbone.

And Minja’s hands paused just for a heartbeat before they went back to his shoulders.

*****

Minja’s hands moved gently across Stefan’s chest, gliding with practiced ease, her palms warm and slick with oil. She focused on the muscle groups beneath her fingers the firm rise of his pecs, the subtle tension near his clavicles, the familiar rhythms of therapeutic touch. Her thumbs pressed slow, deliberate circles under his collarbones, then swept outward toward his shoulders in smooth arcs.

She could feel the steadiness of his breath beneath her hands, the rise and fall syncing with her own focus. Her body knew this routine well muscle memory guiding her pressure and pace but her mind flickered restlessly, chasing thoughts she kept trying to bat away.

“Still holding tension here,” she murmured, keeping her voice low and professional as her thumbs pressed deeper escort göztepe into the knots just below his clavicle. “Desk work?”

Stefan gave a soft, almost guilty laugh. “Yeah. Too many hours hunched over a laptop lately. Trying to meet a deadline. My shoulders hate me for it.”

“That explains the tightness in your traps,” she said, adjusting the angle of her pressure. “You need to stretch more often. Take microbreaks. Even a minute helps.”

“Do you practice what you preach?” he asked, his voice tinged with amusement.

Minja smiled before she could stop herself. “Touché. Not always. But I do try.”

A beat of quiet passed as her hands moved to his deltoids, kneading gently. The silence wasn’t uncomfortable, but it threatened to slip into something too aware too charged. She needed to keep things light.

“So,” she asked, brushing her fingers along the line where shoulder met bicep, “what do you do when you’re not locked in battle with your inbox?”

“Programming,” he replied, voice muffled slightly by the face cradle. “Mostly freelance. Custom apps, some testing work.”

“Ah. So the deadlines are literally building related.”

“Exactly,” he chuckled. “Sometimes I think the houses are easier to deal with than the clients.”

“I feel that,” she said, laughing softly. “Bodies are easier than people.”

His head shifted slightly. “Well, you make it look easy.”

“Thank you,” she said, her tone light but sincere. “Years of practice. And good posture habits. Which you, by the way, definitely don’t have.”

“Guilty as charged.”

She let the conversation settle for a moment as she moved her hands lower, sweeping along his sternum in long, grounding strokes, giving his nervous system a moment to soften. She could feel the warmth of his skin, the steady thrum beneath it. Every now and then, his breath hitched tiny, involuntary responses to touch.

“How’s your day been?” he asked suddenly, his voice quiet and unexpected.

That caught her off guard.

“It’s been good,” she replied after a beat. “A little back to back, but I like staying busy. It keeps me from overthinking everything.”

He let out a sound that was almost a hum. “You’re good at this. It feels… I don’t know. More than just relaxing.”

She paused briefly, grounding her energy, then continued her strokes with measured calm.

“That’s the goal,” she said. “To help your body feel safe enough to let go.”

Professional. Be professional, she told herself. Breathe. Ground yourself. You’re here to help him. You are not here to ogle his…

Her gaze flicked downward traitorous, instinctive before she could stop it.

The towel had slipped again. Not dramatically. Just enough to shift lower on one hip, enough that the once safe barrier now did absolutely nothing to hide what it was supposed to. The shape beneath it was unmistakable. The heavy curve pressing upward, angling slightly to the left, thick and barely restrained, outlined perfectly by the stretched cotton.

Minja’s breath caught in her throat. Her fingers faltered for half a beat. She bit the inside of her cheek hard, trying to redirect the flush rushing to her cheeks.

Okay. Okay, it’s fine. Just a normal massage. Clients get aroused sometimes it’s natural. Physiological. Neutral. It doesn’t mean anything.

Except this didn’t feel like every other time.

Because Stefan was watching her.

His eyes weren’t intense or predatory. There was no smirk, no teasing glint. Just a quiet, open awareness. He looked up at her with soft patience, like he was letting her decide how to proceed. Like he knew the effect he was having on her and was somehow more embarrassed about it than she was.

His lips parted slightly, like he wanted to say something. But nothing came out.

Minja’s stomach fluttered. Her hands resumed moving, slower now, less automatic. She worked her way down over his obliques, each stroke an anchor against the growing storm inside her. Stefan exhaled, not quite a moan but not far from it a low, involuntary sound that vibrated under her palms. The heat in the room suddenly felt heavier, closer.

Her hands stopped just above the towel.

She froze.

The thin cotton clung to him in a way that made her brain fizz. His underwear underneath had lost the battle she could see the outline of the waistband where it had rolled slightly from the tension. Worse on the left side of his hip, where the towel had slipped further down, something was showing. Not fully. Just the head, flushed, peeking slightly from the curve of his boxers along his upper thigh.

Her eyes lingered a second too long. She caught herself and looked away fast too fast. Her fingers trembled.

Oh my god. What is wrong with you? You’ve seen hard dicks before. You’ve massaged plenty of clients through erections. This isn’t new. This isn’t

But it was new. Because this time, her panties were soaked. Her pulse was hammering in her ears. Her hands ached to slide lower, not because it was therapeutic but because she wanted to touch him.

She took a breath and placed her hands on his upper thighs, moving with careful control, her touch firmer now, trying to re establish some kind of boundary. But as she shifted, her pinky grazed something hot and thick and unmistakably real.

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She saw him stretched on their couch his legs spread across the couch and busy on a call. She perched herself at the other end of the sofa, his legs automatically making way for her. She sunk into the couch with a book in hand his voice droning on loud on the call. A few minutes passed by when his feet casually landed on her breasts, one after the other. It was very unusual of him to take such liberties. She was intrigued, intimidated but quietly accommodated, a strange sensation taking over. She could no longer focus on the book, though. His feet, pink and impeccably clean, staring at her so close to her face, took all her attention.

They were quite heavy to bear making her more conscious of her chest gently pressing against his feet, closer with every breath. She kept watching his feet dreamily. She felt a strong urge to caress them but resisted. She was indeed too proud for that! With every breath, her heart was growing tender. She stroked his feet as softly as she could hoping he would never notice. He was too engrossed in the call, perhaps oblivious to her presence, she thought. Moments passed, the call was still on and he slid further down comfortably on the couch his knees bent and the soles of his feet now escort bostancı fully pressing on her chest.

She choked with pleasure every time he gently trampled her breasts. He laughed in between while rubbing hard on her tender breasts. When the topic on the phone call got heated he was pressing her chest down with full force and even kicked her hard with his leg perched over her heart. She lay as still as she could, taking it all. She had never felt anything like this before! Her heart convulsed with pain and pleasure peaking in tandem. It was exhilarating and humbling at the same time. Was it a mere sensation or a deep emotion, she couldn’t tell. She only knew how powerless she felt. She was nothing now. Just a heap of soft flesh under the feet of a man! Being kicked and trampled like a lifeless object. Strangely, she wasn’t revolting or even resisting it.

On the contrary, she was relishing every bit of it to the point of hoping this would go on. A little longer, her heart yearned. There was only one gnawing thought that troubled her. How would he react once the call got over? Or how should she? She didn’t care to pursue the thought. She merely shut her escort bayan istanbul eyes enjoying the pressure, pain and kicks on her breasts as they lasted. The call ended! Too soon, she thought! She tried to compose herself, reigning in her racing emotions. To her surprise, he stretched himself more comfortably, throwing all his weight, mercilessly trampling her breasts now. She gripped his feet almost involuntarily, her eyes tightly shut. He didn’t care to stop. He was mindlessly meddling with his phone while rocking his legs and churning her heart.

It felt like heaven even when her breasts were too sore under the weight of his strong legs.

She wanted more of this. Wanted him to be more brutal. Wanted her breasts crushed until they turned numb. He didn’t disappoint her at all. As he mercilessly crushed her nipples under his heels. She was biting her lips and breathing heavily. She still didn’t want it to end. She couldn’t fully understand what she felt then. Vulnerable, weak and shameless, she was letting him dig deep into her chest, unmindful of the pain she was enduring. Her breasts were too sore now. She wanted to beg him to stop. She didn’t have the heart to stop him, though. escort beykoz Yes, she still wanted more! She looked at his feet again, yearningly!

She had lost all her pride and dignity to the mere dust of his feet, she realised. She felt a complete change in her identity. What was she now?

Alas, the doorbell rang! She lifted her head up with a jolt his legs still sprawled over her chest.

He shot a look at her and tapping his toes on her chest, said, ” Piece of rag! Can you go get the door?” without caring to even move his legs.

She obeyed him instantly, wriggling herself from beneath his legs and running to the door. It was the courier guy. She came back to him and handed a parcel addressed to him. He signalled for her to leave it aside and said, “Sit down!” pointing towards his feet.

She sat at the edge of the couch. He withdrew his legs.

She felt her breasts burning in pain. She couldn’t resist the urge to touch them. She gently ran her palms over her breasts, taking deep breaths.

She noticed he was looking at her. She had nothing to hide from him, anyway.

She was in absolute acceptance of all her feelings.

She held her breasts in her hands, still revelling in the past moments, the weight of his words slowly sinking in.

Yes, that’s what she was, she thought.

Just a piece of rag kicked, trampled upon and humiliated by her Master!

His words didn’t hurt her one bit. It was quite liberating.

It was the crowning moment of the sweetest pain she had ever experienced!

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It was first summer home from college. All of us friends were home and decided to have a sleepover at Lexie’s place. It was always her place, though I never attended the sleepover during school, it was always Lexie’s house. She lives with her mother and step-father. Her step-father Matthew had always been the talk of our group, his height, physique, abs and hospitality. The sleepovers always took place when Lexie’s mother would be out-of-town for work, according to the group, “she is such a buzzkill!”

It was evening and my mother was reluctantly dropping me off for the sleepover, she did not like Matthew at all. According to her, he exhibited frivolous behaviour openly. But I was in college, and I fought her for this sleepover. As we were getting out of the car my mother cautioned me, “If you feel something odd and something happens to you which you feel it shouldn’t, then immediately call me and we will get you in a jiffy.” I rolled my eyes and replied, “Mum, it’s just a sleepover. Stop fretting!”

Just as I was about to calm her further, Matthew came out of the door, in vest and gym boxers. Our jaws dropped, I knew my mother will take me back, before she could say anything I sprinted for the house, waving at her. I crossed Matthew and gave him a nod, my mother seeing me escape called out for Matthew and I was damn sure he got an earful about his attire. I waited for him to come back to apologise before meeting the group. I waited for around five minutes, he got off easy, I thought as he walked towards me smirking, it felt odd. I quickly apologised for my mother’s sermon but Matthew was cool, he squeezed my shoulder and reassured me, “It’s ok baby girl. Your mother is trying to make sure that you are safe.” He smiled and moved my hair back from my shoulder saying, “Now that you are here, you can just relax and enjoy yourself.” He kissed my cheek and lightly brushed his hand against my hip. Then he pushed me towards the kitchen and asked me to get drinks for myself and the girls were waiting for me.

I was fixated on the spot, a kiss, touching my hip and calling me baby girl all in one interaction it was too much for me to handle. I shook my head in compliance and walked towards the kitchen with wobbly legs. I settled on a chair facing the main door and Lexie handed me a sickly-sweet drink with a stingy after taste most probably of vodka. Anna was sitting on the kitchen counter completely relaxed, this home was like their getaway during high school. We were all giggling and sharing our college endeavours when I saw Rose enter the house with Nikki. Matthew greeted them at the door, Rose and Nikki had practically laid themselves on him and the three of them were touching and feeling each other. Nikki’s hand on his hips, Rose’s on his crotch and Matthew felling their backs and hips. Lexie followed my line of sight and coquettishly giggling whispered into my ear, “You will get to see a lot more action, brace yourself.”

My mother’s words were ringing in my head but my body was taking no action. Rose and Nikki joined us and Nikki took her chance and pounced on me. She always had liked touching me and I would dismiss it as harmless, but today she behaved as if all shackles had broken loose. She was hugging me, touching me, smothering me wherever she felt like to. Rose plucked her away from me saying, “You will scare our little girl.” Then hugged me warmly whispering to me, “We all have seen Matt’s huge dick. Why do you think we always came to Lexie’s house for a sleepover?”, she pulled away raising her eyebrows suggestively. Just then completely tipsy Anna announces that she wants the dick tonight ASAP! The revelations were escort tuzla shocking, I was fixated when Lexie’s hand climbed on my shoulder as half-hug and other started massaging my thigh in slow long strokes, hitching up my shorts from my knee to the base of my thigh. Rose continued, “Why do you worry so much, let loose” and her hands enters my shirt from below and slowly ride up to my breasts and smothers them.

I saw Matthew leaning against the door frame of the kitchen watching the girls exhibit a show for him. His looks were of contentment and pride. Lexie had started to kiss my neck when she announced that if she gets to play her daddy’s dick then only will others get her daddy’s dick. Anna climbed off the counter and jested we will help you to resolve your complaint of missing on the attention given by a hard hung daddy’s dick. Anna walked over to Matt and requested to him to let Lexie in on the fun, Matthew played hard to get, but when Anna removed her top and pressed her bare luscious breasts against Matthew, he gave in. He lifted Anna’s chin and roughly caressed her lower lip, “You are such a succubus, will do anything for my dick, right?” He stepped away from Anna and announced, “You all know where to find me when you all want me” and left with a cool air.

As all this was passing, I had subconsciously crossed my legs to ease the throbbing between my legs. Anna and Nikki had started to make out with each other and they were gulping down those cocktails with full force. Lexie was nibbling on my ear and sucking on my neck, Rose was smothering my breasts and massaging all of my midriff and squeezing hard on my waist. Nikki leaves Anna alone to play with herself and drench in cocktails, like literally bathe in them and she comes to my side, takes my hand puts it inside her shorts and I feel her bare soft mushy mounds. She was guiding my fingers across her terrain, sliding them in, moving them to make me feel the dampness of her arousal.

I was in haze, stupefied on my spot. I was feeling luscious breasts rubbing against my back, slick pussy smearing my fingers, and arousal from my friends’ actions of smothering, kissing and touching me. I wanted to make it stop, but the feeling was so good and there was something in Matthew’s stare that made me want to let it happen. Matthew was enjoying the view from the hall; his vest was off and he sat with a glass of scotch, sipping it and tasting the view rather than his scotch. He was absorbed in a trail of thought probably relishing his victory streaks with young girls because of his experienced dick. He banged his thigh hard whenever a moan would slip from my mouth.

The girls were working on me with vigour, licking me, tasting me, fondling me and using me in every way possible. When Anna was done throwing down the drinks, she poured vodka for me and scotch for others and all of us drank those. I was made to drink them from Nikki’s mouth. The bitter taste of vodka had mixed with Nikki’s bubble-gum lip gloss. Everyone was drunk beyond tipsy but under the bar of wasted. I was totally aroused by now; Anna had taken out my hand filled with Nikki’s cum and licked it clean. Inspired, I took Cheetos and put my hand inside Rose’s skirt and filled it with her pussy juice and ate it. The girls gave a loud cheer and Lexie turned my head around and kissed me with her tongue, forcing it in my mouth, sucking mine into her, simultaneously my nipples were being sucked and bitten and a hand had found its way to my completely drenched pussy.

Anna declared, “All of you strip immediately and follow me to the hall and let’s show daddy that istanbul escort bayan we are his dolls only.” She drank a mouth full of vodka directly from the bottle and spilled the rest of it on all of us, we were bathed in vodka.

Nikki after removing her two pieces of clothes started to bare me, my shorts were pulled down along with my panties, she whistled hard the sight of my pussy, they were all clean but I had a bush that too an untamed one. Nikki jested that Matthew is a sucker for bushy pussy. One by one all my friends pulled the hair of my crotch. All of us were naked and before I could cover my crotch or my breasts my one hand was taken by Anna and other by Lexie, Nikki pressed her naked body completely against my naked body, pulling my chin up said authoritatively, “No one hides any assets over here” and walked swaying her hips delightfully, her tall pony swaying in the same direction as her hips.

By the time we all reached in the hall, Nikki was deep throating Matthew, she was sitting in doggy position on the floor, her hips swaying and juice leaking out of her pussy. Matthew was caressing her head and his head was thrown back in pleasure given by Nikki’s mouth. Nikki was infamous for blow-jobs in high school, and her D-cups and thick ass added to her popularity among jocks. Matthew looked at all three of us, standing in a line holding each other’s hands like school girls waiting for his orders. Matthew gestures Rose with his eyes to sit next to him, she goes and sits and he uses his free hand to feel her entire body before he spreads her legs and starts to play with her mounds. Rose’s breath hitches and she moans loudly, begging Matt to go faster and to insert his digits in her, but he relishes his doll slowly and playfully.

Meanwhile, Lexie pulls a chair right in front of the trio and places me on it. Then she sits on her knees exposing her naked but for Matthew to enjoy and starts to lick me from my ankle, slowing riding up her hand on my other leg following her tongue. When she reached the base of my thigh my entire body tingled. She was relentless, she went up to my belly button mischievously missing my heat and then sat on me. Our bare bodies sticky with alcohol and sweat were hot and bothered. We started to make out, the background was blur to us, suddenly Lexie’s lips were parted from mine and I saw Matthew towering over us. He had pulled Lexie away with her hair. She was yanked off of me and thrown onto Nikki. She was laying on the sofa wasted from her deep throating session and Lexie climbed over and started to kiss her frantically.

Meanwhile, Matthew had removed me from the chair and picked me up and laid me on the centre table. He sensed I had doubts about the table and leaned towards my ear and whispered, “Don’t worry baby, it is specifically made to have rough sex.” Lexie sits up and declares, “Matthew you taste heavenly from Nikki’s mouth” and while maintaining eye contact first takes her cum them Nikki’s and licks her fingers clean. That scene made me touch my heat and as I was about to taste myself, Matthew took my hand and gestured Anna to lick it. Anna took my hand and started to lick off each digit painstakingly slowly. Lexie and Nikki were already eating and fingering my pussy, so much attention from so many tongues was edging me. Matthew had sensed me edging he asked me seductively grabbing my attention to face, “Do you want this big toy?” and I look at his nicely hung dick. I nod sheepishly as if I were a thief who had been caught in the act. The girls settled themselves on the sofa bundled with each other, fingering, fondling and smooching.

Matthew escort erenköy pulled me up and sat behind me, then he laid on the table with me on top of him and he took my hand and guided it towards my crotch and sliding it down on to his dick. “Put it in!”, his clear instructions. And I took it in my hands and put its head inside my fully lubricated hole. Rest of it was handled by him, he quickly went inside me in one thrust, I screamed in pain and he covered my mouth. Nikki had decided to muffle my screams by sitting on my mouth, Anna was playing and fondling with my breasts and Lexie had decided to add lube to the act passing between my thighs. Her tongue started from my labia and would go down along with Matthew’s dick and lick his dick for as long as it would be out and slide up with the dick’s movement. Because of Lexie’s tongue work the thrusts were slow and long, I was feeling agitated, I wanted him to go faster, so I push Nikki off of my mouth and pleaded to Matthew, “Daddy please ravage me.”

Matthew grined satisfied and gets both Anna and Lexie off of us, raises us both up, gets up, lifts me on his shoulder, spanks my butt all the way to the room, closes the door behind us and throws me on the four poster bed. Then climbs on top of me immediately and asks me to look at the roof. I mouthed the name of the painting softly, ‘Lot and His Daughters’, satisfied by my answer, Matthew starts to put his penis painstakingly slowly inside of my vagina. This felt like the real deal, like the real consummation of our carnal desires. Matthew brings his mouth to my ear, his hands were cupping my head by bringing his arms from under my shoulders, and he whispers hungrily, “I am a father and you are a daughter.”

I turn my head towards him and he grins mischievously, he immediately puts his entire length inside of me and I reflexively wrap my legs around his waist. He moves in a fast rhythmic pace and with his every thrust I was releasing moans and heavy ‘ahhh’s. My left leg unwraps him and let it hang from his hip and start to caress the back of his thigh from my foot nails communicating that I was enjoying the thrusting. The sensation of my strokes fuelled the speed of his strokes and made him groan roughly into my neck. He removed his one hand and chocked me announcing that he was on the edge. I wrapped him in both my legs again tightly and squeezed in my penetrated vagina and he burst inside me. We both were holding each other tightly until the ejaculation was over.

In complete tiredness I let go of Matthew and adjusted myself under him to relax my tired body. Matthew gets up but stays in me, he traces his finger from my neck brings it down to my left breast encircles it and goes to the right one, then from my cleavage spiralling down to my belly button, nudging it a little, then scratching my skin downwards to my clitoris grazing through my bush. He removes his limp juice filled penis from me and goes to the door and hails the other girls in. With half-closed eyes I see him gesture Nikki and Anna to clean me, and he fists Lexie’s hair and pulls her to her knees and makes her start to clean him.

I fall asleep under the sensations of my friend’s tongue. All night I wake up for a wink see someone on top of Matthew or Matthew behind them doing it in doggy. I feel like to join the doggy show but lack of strength in my limbs. Finally, I wake up to all of us girls completely naked sleeping in random positions on one other, all of us smelling of cum and sweat. I quietly get down and sneak out of the room, tiptoe to the kitchen to get my clothes and stuff. I knew I needed a shower but I will figure that out later. As I collect my clothes from the floor and turn to leave, I see Matthew leaning on the doorframe smelling his coffee. He walks to the stove and starts to cook already laid out breakfast ingredients. His words to me, “Take a shower, have breakfast and then leave with your parent.”

“Afterall, I am known for my hospitality.”

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Before we get started, let me describe my girlfriend Jess.

She is a tall slim and young brunette girl, with perky little breasts and, for her size, she has a great thick butt too.

Otherwise she is very shy, only having been with 1 partner before me and quite naive too, especially in the bedroom. She always seems very surprised when she watches porn in front of me and also tells me that she has no fantasies outside of vanilla sex, so I have to be the one to try and spice things up, but am always careful not to be so strange as to put her off.

The fact she hasn’t had sex with another gives me great security in knowing that she doesn’t know what she’s missing so she won’t look elsewhere for satisfaction.

Jess fell for me because I am very athletic and she likes a guy with slim build (as she tells me often). She always tells me that she loves my size and hates men with big muscles and that also makes me feel a lot better.

I also have some sexual problems in the fact that my dick is quite small and I always ejaculate way too fast which has always bothered me, but Jess always reassures me saying she thinks my dick is perfect size and I last long enough for her to enjoy herself.

Anyway, for as long as I can remember I have had some irregular fantasy relating to imagining my girlfriend having sex with other guys. Of course I have always been quiet about it because I’m certain that my girlfriends will find it really strange, but, because it never goes away, I decided with Jess to finally put a plan together to introduce it into our sex life, mostly for my sake to live out my horny fantasies.

It started very light with getting Jess escort dudullu into the habit of looking at porn videos with me of other couples and eventually introducing a dildo into the bedroom for some role play, all of this work being introduced at particular times when she’d had some alcohol in her system.

Jess doesn’t drink often at all, but when she does she changes into a different person, turning into a confident, talkative, playful and often horny individual when we get home after a night on the town. Some of the best sex I’ve ever had is when we are both really drunk and just let our inhibitions go, and she is completely accepting of anything I bring into the bedroom at these points, as long as it’s just role play.

After slowly bringing her out of her shell, I finally found the best hint that Jess’ mind was starting to wander, which got me insanely excited at the thought of.

One weekend, we were getting ready to go for a drink with some friends and she left her phone on the sofa while she went up to take a shower, which I immediately used as an opportunity to be curious about her browsing history.

As it turned out, a few days before (the evening that I was out of town working), she had been watching some porn! And not just any old porn, she was searching for things among ‘cheating’, ‘black cock’ and ‘threesome’.

This was a revelation! My cock got instantly hard at the simple thought of it. But I wondered whether I should bring it up or not. Seeing as I was beginning to feel drunk from preparing for the night out, I thought the best idea would be to mention it.

She istanbul bayan escort finally finished showering and came downstairs giggling and wearing some modest clothes: jeans and a shirt.

In my slightly tipsy state, I had a plan that would be the ultimate finale to my new findings, but it was risky to mention. I didn’t care, my cock was pulsing from the thought of it and I approached her with a scheme in mind.

“You look beautiful Jess,” I said as I stepped over to her and grabbed her butt from round her waist.

She giggled, “Thanks, I’m glad you like it.”

She had also been drinking and I could see her starting to get into her carefree mode.

I joked, “But how can anyone get quick access to your panties when you’re wearing jeans? Where’s that tight little skirt I bought for you?”

“It’s in the bedroom ready for you tonight.”

“But I want to see it now,” I demanded, “go and squeeze into it.”

“OK, but we haven’t got much time before the taxi arrives!”

Jess ran upstairs and came back down a minute later wearing a tight small black skirt that made her ass look even bigger than in jeans, in fact you could nearly see her pants peeping out of the bottom.

“Maybe you should just go out wearing that, you’d get a lot of attention in the club.”

I saw her hesitate for a minute at the thought of what that entailed, before laughing it off and saying “You know I couldn’t do that.”

She looked at herself in the mirror and turned to admire her round backside.

“Come here Jess. Sit on my knee, I have something to tell you.”

I beckoned her over, sat her on my lap escort kozyatağı and kissed her on the lips.

I then crept my hand up her skirt so I could feel her soft lace pants, and realised she seemed to be a little wet.

I then began to tell her everything as a whisper in her ear whilst I moved my fingers around beneath her skirt, trying my best to get her in a sexual mood.

I whisper softly, “I think you’re starting to get a bit wet thinking of wearing your sexy little skirt to the club. And I also think that you are excited at the thought of the attention it’ll bring to you.

“Feel my cock. Do you know why I’m so hard? I know what you’ve been looking at. I know you want to seduce other men. Is that true? Because that’s precisely why I need you to wear that skirt out.”

As I was talking, she didn’t say a word, she just breathed deeply as her hole got wetter and wetter.

Finally she spoke back “Yes. Yes. I want some attention. I wanted to wear the skirt in the first place but was scared that you’d think I was a slut.”

“Well I do think you’re a slut for wearing it. and that is exactly what I want. Let’s play a game tonight. Here’s your one chance to fulfil your fantasy.

“If you successfully attract the attention of a guy at the club and he flirts with you, you have permission to flirt back. Not only that, but if you can convince him, we can go to a hotel tonight, all 3 of us, and have some additional fun together. How about that?”

She thought I was testing her. “No I couldn’t possibly do that, I am faithful and you know that.”

“I’m really very serious,” I said as I used her hand to show her just how rock hard I was inside my trousers.

Suddenly we heard a taxi pap its horn outside the door and shot up to leave. On the way out, Jess took one last look in the mirror, quickly pulled her skirt up and gave her booty a quick squeeze to reinforce the size, all whilst completely ignoring me.

Was this going to be the night?

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Amanda felt weary, but she didn’t know why – perhaps it was the weather. It was a warm day so after hurrying home from her job as a teacher at an exclusive girls’ school, she changed into shorts and T-shirt and poured herself a generous gin and tonic. She sat in her favourite chair and tried to keep awake while flicking through some student essays.

And then IT started. That infernal man and his lawnmower. The apartment block that Amanda lived in hired an old guy to come and mow the grass once a month. Fortunately she was usually at work when he came. She read a few more attempts by the girls to explain the doppler effect and then felt overwhelmed.

“I bet the grass doesn’t even need mowing.” she mumbled, “He only does it often to get extra money. If only I wasn’t stuck here on the ground floor of a crumbling building. Those girls I teach would at least have a penthouse on the top floor. Perhaps I need to find a rich boyfriend. But I haven’t even had a poor boyfriend. Those girls at school are always talking about the boys they have ‘had’ and what they are like.”

She walked over to the window for a scowl. As the mower-man came around the corner of the garden she saw that it wasn’t the usual old guy, but a boy of about 19 pushing the mower. He was sweating in the hot sun and his T-shirt was sticking to his chest. But what she really liked was his shorts. They were tight and stimulated her imagination. When he pushed the mower away from her window she could admire his perfect rear end. Each step caused the shorts to tighten over one of his buttocks. Left-right, left-right. The legs protruding from the shorts were brown and largely hairless.

“Hmm, I wonder whether his butt is hairy. I like the idea of a bare-looking arse on a boy. No monkeys for me!”

While Amanda watched and fantasised, he young fellow went up and down the lawn. She wondered about the bulge in the front of his shorts and wondered what the truth was about men. The girls at school talked in terms of inches. Could 8 inches really fit in such a space?

And then the mower man stopped. He peeled off his T-shirt and hung it on the fence.

“Well at least his chest is only slightly hairy,” thought Amanda. “But he does have a line of hair running down from his navel. That’s an interesting mystery. And he doesn’t have those huge muscles that some guys have from too much gym work.”

And then a thought struck – “He must be thirsty and I have some lemonade in the fridge.”

So with the help of ice cubes, Amanda filled a large glass and walked out to the garden. When the mower came around the corner the guy looked up with surprise. “Well, thank you madam. That’s just what I need!”

Amanda handed over the glass and said “If you bring the glass in later, I’ll refill it for you.” She couldn’t keep her eyes off his smiling face and trim body.

About 20 minutes later the infernal noise stopped and she saw the young man packing the mower into his van. “This is my chance,” she schemed as she removed her T-shirt and bra and put on a flimsy blouse. “The girls at school all talk of flashing their tits when they want a result.”

A escort yakacık knock on the door told her that the moment had come. She opened the door to see the young fellow standing there, still without T-shirt and dripping with perspiration.

“Come in and I’ll get you some more to drink and turn the fan on. My name is Amanda, by the way.”

“Thanks again, I’m Arthur.”

Arthur soon finished the second glass of lemonade.

“Take a seat here at the kitchen table,” Amanda offered. “All your sweat won’t bother the wooden chairs.”

“I’m sorry about the sweat, but I’m not used to this heat. Fortunately this is my last job for the day. I’m filling in for my father who is unwell. I’ll go home and have a shower and change into clean clothes.”

Amanda had learned a trick from listening to the schoolgirls talk. She quietly undid her top blouse button and leaned over the table towards Arthur and took his empty glass. “Need another refill?”

Arthur kept his eyes firmly on the opening of the blouse and didn’t look up while he said “Not just yet, thanks Amanda. I really should be getting along.”

“You are still very wet, why don’t you take a shower here before you go? I’ll put your clothes in the washer and dryer on a quick cycle and they be done soon after you are. I’ll just find you a towel.”

Arthur made excuses, but by the time he had finished Amanda had found a bath towel and was ushering Arthur into the shower.

“Just throw your clothes out the door and I’ll deal with them. You can come out wearing the towel when you are ready.”

Amanda went out and collecte the T-shirt from the fence, and when she returned the shorts and undies were on the floor outside the bathroom. She put them in the washing machine.

“I wonder what the next move is,” she thought. Perhaps I’ll undo one more button and put on more perfume. She felt tingling between her legs.

Arthur came out of the shower with the towel around his middle and his long hair wet and clumped over his face.

“You need a comb and perhaps another towel,” Amanda commented.

“No, just a comb thanks,” replied Arthur. “I’ll go out in the sun to dry my hair.”

Amanda found a new comb and handed it to Arthur who returned to the bathroom to use the mirror. She then found a second towel and took it into the bathroom. She was shocked to see Arthur standing in front of the mirror with his back to her and his head wrapped in the first towel and working it furiously to dry his hair. He didn’t see her, but she saw his naked butt. And yes, it was hairless and very cute. She silently turned and left Arthur to his hair.

After a few minutes, Arthur returned to the kitchen. Amanda was transferring his clothes to the dryer, while trying to maintain her composure.

“How about that third drink now?” she asked. “Take a seat and I’ll fix you something more interesting than lemonade.”

While Arthur made himself comfortable, Amanda poured a generous gin-and-tonic for both of them. Again she leaned over the table to Arthur to place the drink in front of him. Again bayan escort istanbul Arthur’s eyes gave him away.

They sat and chatted. Arthur explained that he had finished school and was planning on going to college next month. His father had taken advantage of Arthur’s break to have his hernia repaired. Amanda explained that she had a degree in science and was trying to get posh girls interested in the subject. Most were bored with science and seemed to talk only of their sexual adventures.

“They make me feel so old,” Amanda said.

“But you look very young and attractive,” Arthur said rather gallantly.

“Not as young and attractive as you,” Amanda said, realising that it was the gin talking.

“Men say ‘you are only as old as the woman you feel'”, said Arthur. “Do women have a similar saying?”

“I’ve not heard it,” replied Amanda. “Does the rule work for you?”

“I’ve not had the chance to feel any girls,” Arthur commented. “My parents are very strict and believe sex is from the devil.”

“That’s rather silly of them,” replied Amanda. “They must have had sex to produce you. Do they regard you as from the devil?”

“Sometimes,” Arthur replied, “But I’d sure like some experience before I’m beyond it.”

“You won’t be beyond it for decades! But why don’t we go and sit on the lounge together while we wait for the dryer? Would you like to watch a video?”

So they wandered into the sitting room but Arthur said “I con’t sit on your lounge while my towel is wet.”

“Don’t worry,” replied Amanda, “I’ll get you a dry one” and quickly retrieved the towel she was going to offer him for his hair.

“But you will have to take the wet one off and give it to me.”

Arthur looked embarrassed and turned his back on Amanda while he changed towels. She had an even better view of Arthur’s butt.

“You have a very cute bottom,” Amanda dared to say.

“I don’t know about that,” replied Arthur “but I’m sure yours is cuter”

“You can check it if you wish!”

Amanda walked over to Arthur who was still standing and gave him a hug. This then evolved into a kiss.

Amanda decided to be daring. “As you don’t have your shirt on,” she said “I feel I should take mine off also. Seems fair.”

So she removed the blouse and Arthur was left staring at her breasts.

During the next hug and kiss he started fondling her breasts and then kissing them. Amanda had never let anybody touch her breasts before. In fact nobody had seen them except the occasional glimpse in the girl’s changing room at the swimming pool. She was enjoying the attention and then Arthur started nibbling them. That was a new and very pleasant experience. She was feeling some moisture in her underwear.

During the next hug, Amanda slid her hands down Arthur’s back and under his towel. She just had to check out that beautiful bottom! While she was moving her hands around under the towel, it came undone and fell to the floor. Amanda tried to remain cool and pretend it didn’t matter. Arthur was too busy with her breasts to notice. Or so it seemed.

Arthur escort bağdat caddesi then turned his attention to Amanda’s butt. “Perhaps it’s time to compare!” he said.

Amanda felt embarrassed, but felt she couldn’t refuse. She’d never taken her pants off in front of another person, and certainly not in front of a male. But, she decided, it was that or nothing. So she undid her buttons and dropped her shorts and panties. She tried to hide her embarrassment by turning around and letting Arthur inspect the rear view. He came up behing her and kissed her on the neck while putting his arms around her and fondling her breasts.

“Yours is definitely the better butt!” he commented. “And your breasts are superb. I’ve got nothing to match them!”

Amanda’s curiosity took control of her and she turned around to face Arthur. She decided to be bold again and gradually felt her way down his front. She found his navel and could just feel the fluff growing below it. She kept going and was shocked to find an enormous penis protruding in her direction. She’d heard the schoolgirls joking about size, but now understood what they were talking about.

“Go gently,” Arthur requested. “And don’t forget the little sack of balls underneath.”

When Amanda had finished her exploration, Arthur gave her another hug and then let his fingers wander down to Amanda’s triangle. He felt the moisture and knew what it meant.

“Could we take this further?” he asked. “Do you have any contraceptive?”

“Fortunately I am on contraceptive pills for period regulation but as I’ve never had sex, I don’t have any condoms.”

“I must confess I’ve not had sex either, so that should make us safe from germs. Shall we give it a go together?”

So Amanda and Arthur went into the bedroom, where Amanda closed the blinds. She pulled back the covers of the bed and the pair sat there exploring each other’s bodies. Then they rolled over and lay on their sides facing each other. Amanda had another feel of Arthur’s penis and said “It seems so big, do you think it will fit?”

“Of course it will,” replied Arthur. “It might be rather a tight fit the first time, they say!”

So Amanda rolled over on her back and opened her legs. Arthus knelt between her legs and leaned forward trying to get his penis into the right place. He kept missing so Amanda put her hand down and guided him. She felt a stabbing pain as her entered but then a feeling of warmth and fullness. Arthur then started moving in and out which caused her some more discomfort. She took her mind off it by reaching around and feeling his wonderful butt. After all, that’s what started it!

Arthur seemed to come quickly and Amanda felt disappointed. She had managed to orgasm by herself many times. But this was not one of them. It was an anticlimax. But she now had a good idea what the girls were talking about.

Arthur relaxed and then felt embarrassed about the mess. He went out to the sitting room and used the towel.

Amanda felt a sudden need to pass urine and scurried of to the bathroom. She wrapped a towel around herself and went to the laundry and retrieved Arthur’s clothes. She left him to dress himself while she pulled on a T-shirt and jeans.

Arthur gave her a kiss and said “I must be off now Amanda.” Thanks for a wonderful time. Would you like you grass mowed again soon?”

“Yes,” was the reply, “perhaps tomorrow.”

“That’s what I was going to suggest!” answered Arthur.

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Abbey stepped out of the shower, it was time. She had agreed to this and was looking forward to the experience. However, there was still nervousness, still uncertainty, as there always is.

Drying herself Abbey looked in the mirror, standing at 6′ feet she was most proud of her legs. They were long and firm, she loved to wear socks, ankle, knee highs, thigh highs, it didn’t matter. Socks were her love as others collected shoes Abbey collected socks.

But this was not about socks, although she had shaved her legs while in the shower. It wasn’t about her legs even. This was about something else, something Abbey had thought about for a long time. He had agreed to do it without hesitation, so now it was about to happen.

Abbey wrapped a dry bath towel around her breasts and grabbed a hand towel. Walking through to the bedroom Abbey smiled. He was already prepared, a towel lay on the bed, a smaller hand towel lay on a small table at the side of the bed. A razor, shaving cream and a small bowl of water sat on the table next to the towel.

Shaking her head in wonderment, Abbey discarded the towels. Letting them fall to the floor she walked naked to the bed. He stood at the side of the bed next to the table. Smiling softly as he waited for Abbey.

Without a word Abbey lay across the bed, laying on the towel. Her knees bent at the very edge of the bed, her feet resting on the floor. Raising herself on her elbows she looked escort çekmeköy up at him a nervous smile on her lips.

He smiled back as he reached into the bowl of water and lifted out a cloth. Squeezing it in his strong grip he let the drops cascade into the bowl. Kneeling he eased apart Abbey’s legs, lightly pushing aside each knee to expose her fully to his gaze.

Abbey gasped at the heat of the cloth as he placed it gently over her womanhood. His hand covered the cloth and proceeded to wipe around the area, soaking the hairs that partially concealed her nether lips. Abbey watched as he carefully moistened the area she had so recently dried, watched as he leaned back and dropped the cloth back into the water.

Picking up the shaving foam he pressed the nozzle slowly, letting the cream ooze out into the fingers of his right hand. Abbey felt her buttocks clench as the cool foam was smeared into the short hair, clench and lift her hips slightly as he spread the foam over her flesh. As he worked he lifted first one foot and then the other onto the bed, opening her further, allowing easier access to her most intimate parts.

Abbey closed her eyes as his fingers traveled over her flesh. Although his movements were not intended to excite, she never the less found herself becoming excited.

Too soon for Abbey his fingers lifted off and away from her, too soon his touch was withdrawn from her responding flesh. Abbey watched as he reached for the razor, watched as he brought it close to her vulnerable parts. He paused and looked istanbul eskort up to stare into her eyes as his rose in question. Abbey breathed deeply before nodding her head.

Carefully he brought the razor into contact with flesh, stroked upwards taking the first of her hairs with it. Sliding through and over the foam it brought smoothness where there had always been hair. Abbey breathed slowly, not wanting to move in case of injury. The slightest nick would be felt, the smallest cut would bring a premature end to the event.

Slowly he repeated the action this time letting the blade glide along the edge of her pussy lips. Let sharpness brush over her entrance. He moved slowly, his eyes watching as the sharp razor moved to expose her in a way she had never been exposed.

His attention was fully on the act, his mind absorbed by the need to be careful. He did not think of later, he did not consider what might happen once he had finished. He did not smile in anticipation of next. He simply stroked the razor over flesh, removed hair and carefully avoided easily damaged flesh.

Abbey found his absorption in the act amazingly erotic, her lips expanded with the flow of blood, blood that could be so easily spilled should he slip. Her breathing became tense with each stroke of the razor, the inner folds of her pussy became moist.

Finally he stopped, he studied his work before running a thumb of the shaved area. A shudder of excitement surged through Abbey as his palm rested on her clit. She was aware that he was not aware of his act. With a quick stroke escort içerenköy of the razor he removed a small area of stubble before turning and dropping the razor into the bowl.

He finally looked up at Abbey and smiled as he pulled out the wet cloth once more. This time he did not ring it out but merely squeezed it slightly prior to letting it drip over her abdomen, the water running down over her recently shaved pussy. He brought the cloth into contact with flesh carefully wiping away the few areas of shaving foam. Abbey could feel the water run along the length of her pussy, washing away the small amount of her own fluids that had seeped out while he shaved her.

He wiped up the last of the foam and once more dropped the cloth into the bowl. Still his attention was on the act, he picks up the towel and tenderly dries Abbey. His towel clad hand slips beneath her urging her to lift her hips as he slips the larger towel from beneath her.

Abbey sighs her body trembling as she relaxes, she had not been aware of the tension until the moment it was gone. A sigh escapes her as he places the towels on the floor by the bed. She watches still as he studies the results of his endeavors, smiles as he examines the outcome of the event. Looking down she sees what he sees. Her lips are fully exposed, her excitement apparent by the slight glistening of fluid along its length. There is nothing to distract from her womanhood, there is no borders or boundaries visible. Only the entrance to her inner being.

Abbey is so intent of her own study of herself that she is shocked to have her view suddenly blocked, surprised by the sudden touch of a tongue along her length. She moans as he sucks on her clit. Then it is gone, he stands holding the damp towels in his hand. He picks up the bowl and the foam from the table and carries them out. Leaving Abbey to groan inwardly before reaching down and exploring her smoothness.

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Ein Erlebnis meiner ersten aktiven Gehversuche im Spass mit Kerlen, aus den Mitte 2010er Jahren. Meine erste Verabredung in einer öffentlichen Toilette, früher auch Klappe genannt. Zwei Monate zuvor hatte ich mein erstes Outdoor Treffen überhaupt (Story: Erstes Outdoor Treffen mit einem Kerl).

Die Örtlichkeit war eine dieser unzerstörbaren und einfach zu reinigenden, aus Edelstahl und Kunstoff, in einem OP Grün gehaltenen Farbton. Alle Kabinen kombiniert mit Klo und Waschbecken, genderneutral und direkt von draußen durch eine Edelstahltür zu betreten. Viel Schmuddel-Flair wie in alten Toilettenanlagen mit Flur und Pissrinne war da nicht mehr, alles nur recht kalt, steril und zweckmäßig. Allerdings ideal um sich in der kühlen Jahreszeit im Warmen und Trockenen relativ ungestört zu treffen.

Jedenfalls in dieser Anlage. Sie stand an einer Bundesstrasse fern der Stadt mitten in einem Wald. Genau gegenüber und durch einen Tunnel verbunden war der andere Rastplatz (ohne WC), den angrenzenden Wald stieg man mittels einer Betontreppe hoch. Wer da hochging wollte aber seltenst nur Spazieren gehen, den dieser Rastplatz war einschlägig als Cruising Hot Spot für Männer bekannt. Natürlich besonders zur Feierabendzeit und bei angenehmen Temperaturen, aber auch sehr spät Abends und Nachts waren da im Sommer immer noch welche unterwegs. Zu denen sollte ich auch noch öfters gehören.

Parkende LKW waren da selten, da nicht weit weg die Bundesautobahn A7, die die Hauptverkehrsader Nord-Süd bildete, lag. Abends und Nachts kam nur hier her, wer Sex suchte, mit ziemlicher Sicherheit. Polizei-Kontrollen wie auf anderen einschlägigen Parkplätzen gab es da eigentlich nicht, denn Abseits der Ferkeleien war da nichts los und somit fühlte sich auch niemand belästigt. So war es zumindest vor Jahren noch.

Nach meinem ersten geilen Outdoor Intermezzo mit einem Kerl im Sommer und einigen mehr oder weniger erfreulichen Erlebnissen danach, saß ich jetzt im Herbst Abends vorm Computer und schaute wer sich so auf mein Inserat gemeldet hat. Ich hatte eine Anzeige am laufen, in dem ich jemand mit schönen großen Schwanz suchte, den ich am besagten Rastplatz in den Toiletten blasen durfte. Es war jetzt Oktober, kühl und nass, nichts mehr für draußen. Und schon gar nicht für mich, weil ich zu den Typen gehöre die einfach gerne nackt sind und zudem auch barfuss.

Es ist einfach ein viel geileres Feeling und Kick, als angeplünnt mit den Hosen um die Hacken hinterm Baum. Mich machte auch der Gedanke geil, da ganz nackt zu sein wo andere ihren Schwanz rausholten um zu pissen, deshalb und weil es da warm und trocken war, kam ich auf die Idee mit den öffentlichen Toiletten da am Parkplatz. Einige Klappen-Fotos im Internet, wo Kerle zugange waren taten sicher ihr übriges.

Den Tag zuvor meldeten sich schon Typen die sich unseriös oder sogar dümmlich-unsympathisch anhörten. Ich schrieb übrigens keinen konkreten Termin für ein Treffen. Die üblichen Kandidaten waren, die die nur auf Fotos aus waren, auf ein “sofortiges” Treffen pochten oder schon eine genaue Uhrzeit erfragten, ohne etwas konkretes zu sich selbst zu schreiben, sortierte ich gleich aus und auf Igno.

Ich hatte an dem Abend freie Bahn und war ziemlich geil, saß da so schön am wichsen in meinem Büro zu Hause, da meldete sich tatsächlich jemand interessantes der mich aufhorchen ließ. Er schrieb, er sei 57 Jahre, 175cm groß, normale Figur und gut ausgestattet. Er wäre auf Spätschicht und könne so 23:15 Uhr da draußen am Parkplatz sein, wenn mir das Heute noch passe. Sonst gerne andermal. Das hörte sich sehr gut und konkret an.

Er fügte noch ein SchwanzFoto hinzu und erwähnte er sei aber Südländer, als sei das ein Manko. Ich hatte es schon an seiner Art zu schreiben geahnt, trotz der typischen Ausdrucksweise klang er mehr gebildet. Mir war es sowieso egal, ich musste nur ein gutes Bauchgefühl haben und das hatte ich. Er klang echt und seriös. Und sein Schwanz sah ziemlich massiv und super geil aus auf dem Foto, hart und in voller Pracht. Ein richtiges fettes Teil. Oh man, dachte ich.

Ich schickte ihn zwei Fotos von mir und er fragte angetan ob ich mich auch ficken lasse, natürlich nur safe, er sei verheiratet und mache nicht ohne. Kein Problem erwiederte ich und fragte ob er denn ein Problem damit hätte wenn ich dabei etwas filme, ich würde dann solange eine Spandexmaske über das Gesicht ziehen. Er hatte da kein Problem mit, wollte aber keineswegs erkennbar escort acıbadem mit ins Bild. Ich versicherte ihn das und schrieb wie in meiner Anzeige schon, dass bei mir Diskretion über alles steht. In meinem eigenen Interesse schon allein. Wir tauschten noch zur Sicherheit, obwohl da kaum jemand so spät sein würde, welche Auto wir fahren und verabredeten uns bis später. Das Treffen stand und ich auf Schlag wieder nervös aber auch geil.

Ich hatte noch etwas Zeit aber dann auch noch bestimmt ca. 30 Minuten zu fahren. Ich bereitet mich und meine kleine Kamera noch etwas vor. Nackt unterm Schnellfickeranzug mit Plug im Arsch und Cockring über den Eiern machte ich mich auf dem Wege, fuhr latent nervös nicht durch die Nacht, aber es war schon seit ca. 18 Uhr stockdunkel. Um kurz nach 23 Uhr kam ich dort an, es kam mir dort vor wie am Arsch der Welt da draußen, nur sein Kleinwagen stand schon im Licht der Toilettenanlage auf dem nassen Asphalt, es regnete leicht aber beständig. Auf dem Weg dorthin wurde ich zunehmend nervöser und meine Lust schwand fast völlig, jetzt wo ich sein Wagen da stehen sah, musste ich mich wirklich zusammenreissen.

Am aller liebsten wäre ich sofort wieder ungekehrt und wäre mit einer Tüte Chips gemütlich vorm Fernseher. Das Wetter war schmuddelig und ungemütlich, aber umkehren war keine Option, ich würde mir wie ein Arsch vorkommen. Das Gefühl sollte ich noch öfters haben und überwinden, auch wenn es mit der Zeit immer schwächer wurde aber nie ganz verschwinden sollte. Inzwischen weiß ich wie schnell die Stimmung wieder umschlägt und ich auf Schlüsselreize reagiere, kann den Reiz der Anspannung und leichter Nervosität sogar genießen.

Als ich in Aktion trat, mir einen Ruck gab und ausstieg wurde ich wesentlich ruhiger, wenn auch nicht ganz. Ich ging ein Stück Richtung zu seinem Auto und winkte, er winkte hinter der nassen Seitenscheibe zurück und machte sich auch an’s aussteigen. Als ich die Tür der WC Kabine öffnete schaute ich zurück und sah ihn mit tief ins Gesicht gezogener Kapuze mir folgen. Als wir beide in der Kabine standen zog er die Kapuze zurück und ein leicht angegrauter seriös wirkender etwas älterer Mann schaute mich an. “Was für scheiss Wetter!”

Immer wieder faszinierend dieses Spiel der zwei Seiten, denn ich denke mir würde auch niemand ums verrecken ansehen, wie Schwanzgeil und was für eine verdorbene Sau ich sein kann. “Na, willst du geil an meine Schwanz?”, dass hört sich schon gar nicht mehr so nach braven Familienvater an.

Ich zog erstmal nur den langen Reißverschluss meines Overalls der Bequemlichkeit halber ganz bis zu meinem Schritt runter, dann ging ich in die Knie. Ziemlich fix, er trug nur Jogginghose, baumelte sein Schwanz direkt vor meiner Nase. Und was für einer.

Einfach ein geiles, großes Teil mit massiver Eichel, komplett beschnitten. Der Schaft war dick und leicht geädert von einem dunkleren Teint den ich bisher so noch nicht vor mir hatte. Die Eichel war noch dicker als der Schaft mit einem herrlichen großen Pissschlitz. Der Typ wirkte fast etwas zu klein für das Teil, dass waren auf jedenfall minimum 18-19 echte Zentimeter und dazu ziemlich dick. Er war um seinen Schwanz und an seinen fettern Eiern glattrasiert. Da er wie viele Südländer ziemlich behaart war, sah die rasierte Fläche fast aus wie ein helles Loch.

Ich war hin und weg und sofort höllisch geil, halbsteif schon wirklich groß baumelte er direkt vor mir…mmmhm. Kaum mehr vorstellbar, dass ich eben überhaupt keine Lust mehr empfand. Jetzt nahm ich auch erstmals richtig die Räumlichkeit wahr. Die Kabine war “relativ” sauber aber stank doch schon streng nach Urin, vor dem WC Sitz wo ich kniete waren versprengte Tropfen und eine kleine Lache auf dem grau gesprenkelten PVC Boden, Pisse vermutete ich. Es war alles andere als gemütlich, es stank pissig, was mich aber jetzt im Moment eher tierisch antörnte. Ich nahm seine fette Eichel in meinen Mund und spürte sofort wie Bewegung in sein Schwanz kam.

Ich nahm ihn tiefer und sein warmes Schwanzfleisch fühlte sich so gut an, sein Teil wurde immer größer und mein Mund kleiner, ich war ziemlich beeindruckt und noch viel begeisterter. Diese Wärme die er ausstrahlte und das zu spürende Gewicht auf der Zunge, war das krasse Gegenteil zu dem kühlen schlechten Wetter da draußen, nur Zentimeter hinter der WC Tür. Ich war jetzt geil und sagte, ich ziehe mich jetzt istanbul eskort ganz aus. Ich vermute er hielt mich für bekloppt und konnte auch nicht wirklich verstehen warum, aber das verstehen eh nur so Nacktsäue wie ich es bin. Ich stieg aus meinem Overall und legte ihn in die Einbuchtung für die Handwäsche, die Schuhe flogen in die Ecke.

Jetzt fühlte ich mich richtig bereit und geil, unansehnlich war ich sicherlich nicht, mit so an die Vierzig, trotz Bauchansatz. Ich merkte die Kälte unter meinen nun nackten Füssen und fing augenblicklich wieder an diesen geilen fetten Schwanz zu bearbeiten. Ich hatte bis dahin gerade Mal eine Handvoll an Schwänze im Mund gehabt und mit einer Ausnahme, war dieser hier mit Abstand der fetteste Kolben bisher. Ich wichste und massierte ihn geil, die Latte war so prall und steif jetzt, versuchte ihn immer wieder so tief es eben ging in den Mund zu bekommen. Mit größter Mühe und viel Speichel bekam ich ihn auch immer kurz Mal ganz hinein, die fette Eichel quetschte sich fast ploppend durch meinen Schlund, ich würgte ihn aber fast sofort wieder postwendend aus.

Das war fast zu viel für mich, obwohl ich mich recht begabt auch schon als relativer Neuling beschreiben hätte. So ging es ein paar Minuten, meine kleine Kamera hatte ich inzwischen laufend auf den WC Rand abgestellt und meine Spandexmaske auf. Nun wollte ich natürlich glänzend und gutes Material haben, lutsche den dicken Schwanz sabbernd und immer wieder so tief wie möglich. Als ich meinem eigenen Gewürge lauschte, dachte ich hoffentlich kommt hier keiner, da hörte ich geboller wie durch einer Hand an der Tür. Kurze Schrecksekunde, besonders bei ihm, er war zwar sehr erfahren in sowas aber auch immer etwas ängstlich, ich sollte ihn noch einige Male treffen.

Obwohl irgendwie fast wie im Rausch, waren jetzt durch das geboller an der Tür meine Sinne voll an, die Situation und Atmosphäre wurde mir wieder ganz deutlich bewusst. Ich kniete völlig nackt und barfuss, auf den nicht gerade sauberen Fussboden einer öffentlichen Toilette, die ganze Zeit emsig bemüht mit meinen Händen nicht den Fussboden zu berühren. Er angezogen und nur die Hose bis auf die Knie runter und das Shirt bis über den geilen stark behaarten Bauch.

Ich saugte und wichste den großen Schwanz voller Hingabe und endlich traute er sich auch mal seine Hand auf meinem Kopf zu legen und etwas im Rhythmus mitzugehen. Aber mehr nicht. Den Pissgeruch permanent in der Nase und fast schon nicht mehr wahrnehmbar. Endscharf fühlte ich mich und fing jetzt auch an seine fetten Eier zu lutschen, er stöhne wonnig auf und ihm gefiel es auch, wenn ich mit meiner Zungenspitze den ziemlich ausgeprägten Pissschlitz seiner Eichel massierte.

Ich stellte mir ganz kurz vor, wie es wäre wenn er aus dieser dicken Eichel pissen würde. Es war wohl der Vorbote einer Phantasie die sich bei mir erst noch entwickeln sollte und nach einem Schlüsselerlebnis verfestigte (Story: Autobahnparkplatz, erstes NS Erlebnis). Ich weiß nicht wer die Blaserei beendete, ich fragte aber ob er nicht etwas mit seinen Fingern meine Arschvotze ausmassieren wolle bevor er ihn mir reinsteckt. Er holte einen Einweg-Latexhandschuh hervor und zog ihn über, ich war verwundert wie gut er vorbereitet war.

Bevor ich mich an die Wand stütze und ihm den Arsch hinhielt, schaute ich kurz nach draußen um den kurzen geklopfe vorhin auf den Grund zu gehen. Draußen auf dem Platz war es völlig ruhig und niemand zu sehen. Als ich seitlich das Gebäude entlang sah, bemerkte ich am Ende aber einen Typen, unter einer Überdachung stehen. Etwa mein Alter, Vollglatze, ziemlich groß in sehr schlabberiger hellgrauen Jogginghose und Jacke. Er blickte zu mir und setzte sich in Bewegung, ich schloss schnell die Tür wieder.

Er fingerte jetzt schön meine Arschmöse, ich genoss es. Er schob mir auch ziemlich schnell mehrere Finger hineinein, ich weiß aber nicht wie viele, da es schwer abzuschätzen ist ohne Augen im Hinterkopf, aber drei, vier waren es bestimmt. Herrlich! Das wohltuende gestocherte dauerte aber nicht lange und er zog geübt blitzschnell ein Gummi über.

Auch Gleitgel hatte er dabei, ich sollte mein eigenes aber recht schnell noch zusätzlich nachlegen, denn er legte wirklich sehr kernig los. Er schob sein fettes Teil mit zunehmend kräftigen Stößen tief in meine Arschvotze. Er fickte wirklich einige Minute konstant meinen Arsch durch wie ein Roboter, er hatte wirklich escort şerifali Ausdauer und einen guten Rhythmus in den Hüften. Zwischendurch hörte ich immer mal wieder was vor der Tür, es war der Typ, allerdings machte er diesmal nicht an der Tür rum.

Er durchflügte nun schon minutenlang meinen Arsch und mir wurde die Haltung so gegen die Wand gelehnt zunehmend unbequem, sein Schwanz inzwischen langsam unangenehm in mir. Es fühlte sich zunehmend trocken und etwas rauh an, so entschloss ich mich, mich seiner Entsaftung zu widmen. Ich gab ganz automatisch schon die ganze Zeit den Ton an, er machte brav mit und ich merkte schon, dass in ihm nicht viel Dominanz vorhanden ist. Leider. Die Kamera war ganze Zeit am laufen, jetzt schaltete ich sie ab und zog endlich meine Spandexmaske aus.

Die Maske war etwas eng und ich wollte befreiter sein, ich pfiff auf die finale Sequenz. Die sollte allerdings auch nicht der Rede wert sein. Ich streifte ihn den Gummi ab und gab jetzt nochmal alles, intensiv, tief, sabbernd. Ich war jetzt geil und in Fahrt und weil da draußen vor der Tür zwar kein geklopfe aber Unruhe herrschte, sagte ich, ich mache jetzt die Tür auf und lasse ihn zuschauen oder was auch immer. Es war jetzt bestimmt 23.30 Uhr durch, mitten in der Woche bei Schmuddelwetter und der Typ garantiert hier der einzige weit und breit. Er meinte okay.

Ich stieß die Tür ein Stück weit auf, die Entscheidung und Handlung dauerte keine 20 Sekunden und bearbeitete jetzt noch motivierter seinen Schwanz. Mr. graue Jogginghose stand mit selbiger etwas runtergezogen im Nu in der Tür und wichste seinen Schwanz. Wohl ein bundesdeutscher Durchschnittsschwanz, vieleicht etwas größer, ähnlich meines eigenen und auch unbeschnitten. Kein Vergleich zu dem Südländer (er war Türke wie ich mal erfahren sollte), aber er war geil und wichste ihn völlig stumm, uns starr fixierend. Ich lutsche ihn jetzt noch vieleicht ein, zwei Minuten sehr intensiv durch, er war wahrlich kein Schnellspritzer und hatte sich unter Kontrolle, dann aber kam er auch.

Es war aber eine sehr karge Ladung die da halb auf meinem Kinn und Brust tropfte. Kein Spritzvergnügen. Ich hatte wohl erwartet, weil er so eine fette Latte hatte, flutet er mich wohl weg. Aber wer weiß wie und wo er es vorher getrieben oder sich schon gewichst hatte. Ich war etwas entäuscht, aber nur über das Finale, ließ es mir aber nicht anmerken. Ansonsten hatte ich mal wieder super Glück gehabt und ein Prachtstück erwischt, was eine Freude zu lutschen war und ordentlich Rabatz in meiner Männervotze machte. Die war an dem Tag aber irgendwie nicht so in Form wie gewohnt, warum auch immer.

Der Prachtschwanz wischte mit einem Tempo seinen Schwanz ab, verabschiedete sich kurz und ging. Im hinausgehen auch der grauen Jogginghose zunickend, die nun wichsend halb in der Kabine stand, man kannte sich schien mir. Was auch der Fall war, aber nur vom sehen, gegenüber oben im Wald, wie Jogginghose mir beim gehen etwas später erzählte. Er lungerte da eine ganze Zeit lang schon rum, ging notgeil durch den Tunnel von einer Seite auf die andere, in der Hoffnung jemand zu finden, bis er uns entdeckte, so er.

Jetzt aber saß ich noch auf meinen Knien, nackt und leicht besudelt wie ich war, bat ihn die Tür wieder zu schließen da es kalt wurde. Er kam wichsend rein und schloss die Tür wieder, ohne eine Wort schob er mir, als sei es das normalste der Welt, seinen Schwanz in den Mund. Ich war noch auf Betriebstemperatur und noch nicht erkaltet, sein Schwanz war voller Vorsaft, wie vom länger wichsen, was ja auch gut passte. Er legte gleich die Hand an den Hinterkopf, aber ich schob mir den nun wesentlich mundgerechteren Pimmel schon von alleine tief bis zu seinen Eiern, rötlichblond behaart, in den Hals.

Er machte trotzdem gierige Stoßbewegungen, so dass es ein geiles aber kurzes Maulgeficke wurde, der Sabber lief mir am Kinn die Brust hinunter, landete teilweise auf dem Fussboden. Als er ihn kurz rausnahm, der Südländer war keine zwei Minuten aus der Tür, wollte ich gerade sagen, ich möchte die Sahne gerne spritzen kommen sehen, fast im gleichen Augenblick spritze es so dünnflüssig und wie aus einem undichten Wasserhahn, mit richtig Druck in mein Gesicht. Und zwar richtig lange, es waren sicherlich an die fünf Spritzschübe die ohne mein Oberkörper und der Wand sicher eine gute Weite geschafft hätten. Ich riss gierig mein Maul weit auf aber ergatterte nur ein Teil des wässerigen Spritzorgasmus.

Es muss nicht immer fette Sahne sein, ich war total begeistert von der Menge und er hörbar erleichtert. In dieser WC Anlage sollte ich mich noch einige Male verabreden. Während einer kurzen Unterhaltung zog ich mich wieder an und wir verließen die WC Kabine, besudelt und glücklich fuhr ich Heim. FIN

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