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Lauren had gone a few weeks since her last episode but hadn’t forgotten how much her little adventures had turned her on. When Lauren was told by her boss that she was going on an overnight trip to a conference on the other side of the country, she felt like it was a good opportunity to make air travel a little more fun. The conference was on a Friday, so she’d start by pooping on Sunday. That way she’d be getting desperate on Thursday when she was due to fly out, likely able to have an accident before her conference the next day. If she miscalculated on the timing, she’d just poop in her pants as soon as she woke up, then immediately clean up for the conference. It was a good plan, but she would just have to see how it unfolded.

As Thursday started, Lauren was very full, her bowels containing a large load which was starting to knock on her back door. She still held it, knowing the feeling would only get more intense and arousing as the day went on. Her flight was mid-morning, which should get her across the country and to her hotel room before dinner, though she realized it would be lunch because of the time difference. She double-checked she had packed everything, including extra underwear in her carry-on just in case. She was wearing a long dress today because it would be more comfortable to fly in, especially once her bowels started getting really full and unhappy.

As the time for her departure approached, Lauren had a pretty significant urge to poop, and realized if she left the house this way, there was likely no turning back. There was a strong possibility of people noticing her desperation, and if she lost control, there was an equally strong possibility of people watching her have an accident. Still she held it because she was turned on by the desperation, the exhibitionism, the possibility of a public accident, so she had to see this plan through.

She left for the airport a few minutes later, having peed before leaving the house. Her bowels kept pushing, but she was able to squeeze her large ass together and hold the load inside. When she finally parked in short-term parking it was only a few minutes walking to the ticket counter where she got a boarding pass printed out, then proceeded toward security for her gates. Lauren had learned in her working life that getting the expedited screening option was a blessing, even if she had to pay for it. As a result, she was through security and on her way to the gate less than 10 minutes later. The only problem was she had forgotten to empty her water bottle and had to quickly drink the whole thing in the span of a minute or so. That would catch up to her later no doubt, but she didn’t concern herself with that yet.

When she found her gate, she walked past it to the little shops at the next set of gates, buying herself a sandwich and taking an opportunity to refill her water bottle. Lauren knew she wanted to push her bowels to their breaking point, and having a meal on the flight was the best way to do that. Having completed those chores, she went back to her gate, where she had nearly an hour before boarding was supposed to start. She settled into a seat at the farthest wall from the gate desk and wasted time checking her phone until the initial announcements started over the PA system. It was at this point that Lauren, consumed by her phone, suddenly felt her bladder was extremely full and was desperately in need of being emptied. She quickly and carefully stood up immediately crossing her legs against the urge, and realized her bowels were being unusually well behaved. She walked to the nearest bathroom trying not to look too obviously like a girl on the verge of emptying her bladder in her panties. She entered a stall after a brief wait, and emptied her bladder blissfully for nearly a minute, then returned to her gate with no further urges.

As boarding began, Lauren thanked her lucky stars that her boss had sprung for first class since the trip was very last minute with less than two weeks warning. She could have a little more space to spread out, hold her bowel movement, and quickly use a bathroom if she needed to. She got onboard when first class was called, and immediately put her carry-on in the overhead and settled into her seat. Her bowels might have been shy about flying, because she still hadn’t felt any urges for some time, although she still felt like there was a very heavy weight inside her that was going to need out sooner than later.

The aircraft left the gate quickly after boarding, with most people ignoring the usual safety brief. Lauren had an amusing thought right then, just a hypothetical really. What if the plane had an emergency landing while she was bursting to poop? How would that end? Would she be forced to poop her panties in front of over a hundred people? That was an interesting thought. But she pushed it out of her mind, maybe something to play out on a weekend holding scenario later.

The plane taxied bakırköy escort for takeoff, and Lauren was finally feeling a new urgency from her bowels as her breakfast added to the fullness. As the plane accelerated for takeoff, Lauren’s bowels kicked into high gear, and she had to clench and squeeze her big thighs together to hold back the coming load. She played it off like she was just a nervous flyer, knowing she couldn’t poop anytime soon. Still, it was becoming difficult to keep her anus closed now. The urge subsided right after the initial takeoff climb, and Lauren relaxed just a little, enjoying how full and desperate she was. This was going to be a fun flight.

Upon reaching cruise altitude the seatbelt sign was turned off, and some more nervous travelers got up and stretched, some immediately making a dash for the bathrooms, but not Lauren. She pulled out her sandwich and immediately got to work consuming it as quickly as her full bowels allowed. When she was finally done, she took some sips of water, trying her best not to make her bladder go berserk on her at 30,000 feet. After she was done, she took out a book and started reading, feeling a pretty steady pressure in her rectum reminding her she was in desperate need of a massive bowel movement.

After an hour, Lauren’s bladder was feeling a little full, but she continued to hold it, wanting to enjoy her needs a little longer. She took out a bag of snacks she’d brought along and started eating more, knowing it would come back to bite her later. She kept reading, waiting for her needs to aggressively assert themselves.

Another 45 minutes later they did, and Lauren found herself doing a mild potty dance in her seat feeling her anus opening and a large turtlehead moving, and her bladder screaming for relief. As she was about to get up to empty her bladder and fight her poop back in, another passenger jumped up and went into the bathroom, forcing Lauren to wait a little longer. It took ten desperate minutes for the other passenger to finish pooping, after which Lauren waddled to the bathroom to address her own needs. She first got her panties down, grabbed some toilet paper and quickly forced her turtlehead back into her rectum squeezing to close it, then when she felt it was in control she sat down and noisily emptied her full bladder. She felt better, but realized she was still more than 3 hours from relief of her bowels in any amount of privacy. She would need to pay more attention to her needs in order to prevent an accident the rest of the flight.

Lauren resumed her reading and snacking for another hour, at which point her bladder was starting to get full again, so she decided to only wait a little while longer before using the bathroom. In half an hour that time came, and she was shifting uncomfortably in her seat with her bladder so full. She quickly got up from her seat and walked tight legged to the bathroom to empty her bladder. She had to wait for another person to come out as she tried not to potty dance too much in the aisle. When they came out, Lauren went in, and before she could even sit down her bowels suddenly started a desperate push to unload their contents and she had to clench everything shut, standing in the bathroom unable to sit down and pee. She danced and clenched, and realized if she didn’t sit down to pee, it would flood her panties, which she couldn’t do on the floor of this bathroom. Lauren made a decision after a second of thought and hoped she was making the right call. She quickly sat down without even pulling her panties down, pushed two fingers against her turtlehead to keep it in, and tried to reach for her panties to pull them out of the way of her vagina. She missed, and before she knew it, she was peeing through her panties, unable to stop as she was physically pushing her poop back into her rectum. It took a minute, causing mild arousal, but Lauren finally finished and dried her panties as best she could, hoping they’d dry more before she had to get off the plane to get her rental car.

Lauren’s poop kept pushing, trying to come out the rest of the flight. It was becoming extremely difficult to keep her load in her bowels and out of her panties, and Lauren just hoped she could make it the rest of the way without shitting herself. As the last part of the journey started ending, Lauren felt like she had to pee again. Thankfully her wet panties and turtle heading poop hadn’t attracted any attention, so maybe she could just pee one last time before landing. With half an hour left, she was almost out of time to pee again, otherwise she’d be forced to hold her bladder and bowels all the way to the gate. As luck would have it, another woman had the same idea just then, and Lauren groaned inwardly, hoping she was just going for a quick pee and would be out in a couple minutes. Sadly, that wasn’t the case as she was in there more than five minutes before the seatbelt sign bahçelievler escort was turned back on, and Lauren was left desperate in her seat with no way to relieve herself.

As the landing approach took place, Lauren felt her bladder sending her urgent warnings that she wasn’t going to have much time left, and she could feel her bowel movement slowly inching out until the turtlehead was too far out for Lauren to suck it back in. As they touched down, Lauren was touching cloth, her poop resting firmly against the seat of her panties, only held in place by her large ass pushing into the seat. Lauren wasn’t entirely sure how she was going to make it off the plane without having an accident, but if she made it that far she decided she would just go straight to the rental car place, as the bathrooms were likely too busy, and she’d just have an accident waiting in line. The plane taxied quickly, and Lauren grabbed her bag first and bolted off the plane, nearly sprinting up the jetway to get to the rental car desk. When she got there, still barely holding everything inside her tortured bladder and bowels, she gave the attendant her ID, then waited for a moment as she drafted up a contract to sign, offered some quick advisements on taking care of the car, and disappeared to pull the car around. Once she left, Lauren started a pronounced potty dance, moaning with desperation as she felt her bladder pulsating and her massive load inching further into her panties. She just needed to wait until she got into the car, then she could find someplace to relieve her needs, but her body may not cooperate that long, and she knew it now. As the attendant came back with the key and pointed her to the car, Lauren felt like her bladder was going to let go any second. She was still potty dancing, and the attendant gave Lauren a knowing look as if to say, “I’ve been there too.”

Lauren waddled to the car, trying not to lose control of her bladder and bowels, but it was challenging work. She quickly came up with an idea and put her neck pillow she never used between her ass and the seat to keep her poop from touching the seat cushion. Once that was done, she carefully lowered herself into the car and drove off the airport toward her hotel, desperate for anywhere she could use a bathroom. The hotel was ten minutes away, so she headed that direction, keeping her eye open for anywhere to squat, as she knew she would not make it to the hotel in her condition. A minute later she saw a Target parking lot. It was busy, but she had no choice, as she was about to have an accident in a rental car. She pulled in, right on the edge of an explosion from both ends.

As she pulled the car into a spot, she realized she’d be visible from nearly every direction, and multiple people would see her have an accident, but she was beyond the point of caring, she just needed to relieve her aching bladder and bowels. She carefully stepped out of the car and started clenching and dancing on the spot, and realized she’d have to squat to avoid pee getting all over the car when she sat back down. With that thought, Lauren quickly dropped into a deep squat as her bladder started exploding onto the pavement through her panties, and four days worth of shit started piling in her wet panties, nearly pulling them completely off her ass. After a little over a minute, Lauren was empty, and she gingerly sat on her pillow to avoid spreading the mess to the seat of the car.

She arrived at the hotel a few minutes later, and as she was checking in, the young assistant manager looked at her walking in as if she knew what just happened. As Lauren glanced at the young lady checking her in, she could see that this young woman had to go to the bathroom as badly as she herself had just a few minutes earlier, doing a noticeable potty dance as she struggled to get her keycards made. Lauren was quite aroused watching her potty dance, looked around for a second realizing they were alone in the lobby, and said, “You too, huh?”

“What do you mean?”

“Gotta go pretty badly?”

“Ummm, sorry, yeah… it’s kind of embarrassing, sorry you had to witness it ma’am.”

“Don’t be embarrassed, wanna know a dirty little secret?”

“What’s that?”

Lauren then did something she never could’ve pictured doing, as she briefly lifted her dress just enough to show the young lady her sagging poop-filled panties. The look of shock was something to behold as Lauren said, “I just held it from the east coast and had an accident in a parking lot a few minutes before I got here. Like I said, don’t be embarrassed.”

“That’s quite the load, you must have been really desperate.”

“Probably about as bad as you are now.”

That comment caused the young lady to squirm a little extra, and she quietly grunted out “Ugh… yeah.”

Looking at her nameplate, Lauren said, “Well, Katie, I’m Lauren, when are you off work?”

“Ummm, şirinevler escort well I’m supposed to be already, but my relief is running late… in more ways than one.” This comment caused both Katie and Lauren to giggle.

“I have a proposal. How about you keep holding, and meet me in my room once you’re off? You’re visiting with a friend from out of town if you get my drift.”

“Ugh… oooh… yeah, that actually sounds great, as long as I can hold it long enough.”

“Well, what if I told you that you don’t have a choice?”

“Nnngh… that’s kind of fun! Okay, I’ll see you in a little bit. But only if you keep that load in your panties.”

“Whoa, that’s daring… and arousing. Okay, I’d be happy to keep my loaded panties on for you. See you shortly!”

Lauren went to the elevator then, but glanced back to see Katie catch her eye as she bobbed up and down looking increasingly desperate for a bathroom. What had she just done? That was way outside her comfort zone, and all the more arousing because of it. She went up to her room, put her bag on the rack to unload, and thought about it as she hung her work outfit. She just invited a total stranger to her room and told her she couldn’t use the bathroom when she clearly needed to. It was a turn-on, and she wanted to see how much farther she could take this game.

About ten minutes later there was a soft knock on the door, and Lauren peeked out the eyehole to see it was Katie, dancing on the spot outside her door.

“Come on in gorgeous!”

Katie blushed and said, “Thank you, I’m about to explode here!”

Katie entered Lauren’s room, and immediately resumed her potty dance. Lauren was super aroused by all of it and had to share her feelings. “I’m so glad you came up here, this is such a turn-on, watching you desperate. Can I ask the obvious question?”

“You mean what am I holding? Well, my bladder has been full all day, and I haven’t pooped in about three days. I’m absolutely at my limit and completely bursting! I seriously can’t wait much longer!”

“Well, you’re not allowed to go yet, you’ll just have to keep holding it in.”

“But I’m SO desperate!”

“Just hold it in, you clearly don’t have to go that badly yet!”

“But… UGH…please!”

“Be a good girl and hold it or I’ll start pressing on your bladder.”

“This is arousing, I love it! Thank you! Don’t stop. But now you need to show me more.”

Lauren took the hint and removed her dress all the way, revealing her curvy body in bra and panties, the latter filled with a giant load of poop, the front and back soaked with pee.

“Tell me how this happened, maybe it’ll keep me holding longer.”

Lauren proceeded through the whole story from her first accident at home all the way through today. It took almost twenty minutes to tell the whole story, at which point Katie looked like she was about to start crying with desperation. She was dancing, crossing her legs, holding herself front and back, and looked like she was about to explode.

“You must need to go pretty badly, huh?”

“YES! I need to go SO BADLY!”

“Tell me how bad everything is, and how desperate you are, and maybe I’ll let you at least save your nice pants.”

“My bladder feels like a bowling ball in my belly, and I’m going to lose it any minute, it hurts to hold now. My bowels are so full, I’m prairie dogging, and I don’t think I can stop it from coming out more!”

“I don’t know… I’m just not convinced.”

“PLEASE LAUREN! I… UGH… NEED… TO…. NNNGH! I NEED TO GO… UUUGH… NOW!! Please, please, please, don’t make me ruin my pants! Oooh, oh, uuugh, nnngh, it’s going to come out!”

“Fine, kick your shoes off, take off your pants, and follow me to the bathroom.”

Katie did as she was told with great difficulty, leaking some pee in her pants as she was struggling with the zipper. She finally waddled in a hunched over ball of desperate determination to the bathroom, and asked, “Can I please use the toilet, miss?”

“Well, you can’t use the toilet, but you can empty those loaded bowels and your bowling ball of a bladder right here if you want.” To prove the point, Lauren waddled to the toilet, the load in her panties swaying, and sat her messy ass on the toilet blocking Katie from the relief she so desperately needed. Katie moaned with the torture Lauren was putting her through, but she was at her wits end and could not hold it any longer. She danced for a second, then her bladder started flooding her panties onto the floor, and her bowels rapidly exploded with three days of shit weighing her soaked panties down further. Katie was finally empty, and nearly came on the spot. She and Lauren promptly laid on the tile floor together and orgasmed in their ruined panties. They stayed in their messy panties talking for a while, exchanged phone numbers, and a friendship quickly formed between the two young women with loaded panties. Katie even got to hear Lauren’s proposed holding scenario with an airplane emergency landing while she was bursting to poop and thought they could maybe try it together sometime. Katie finally put her pants back on over her messy panties and drove home, and she texted Lauren about the cleanup, which favor Lauren returned.

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Please go back and first read the previous three chapters as this is a continuation of those. This contains scenes of male on male sex with the focus on a blowjob and cum swallowing as well as sexual scenes with women involved. Some scenes in this series is CFNM, and some bisexuality. Don’t bother if this is a turn-off. You have been warned. All characters are over the age of 18 years old.

I awaken from my slumber with the phone ringing looking to see what time it it. I see that it is Larry calling me at 9:00am Friday morning. I answer the phone, “Yeah?”

“Good morning Jerry! I need someone to go with me to Birmingham. Our boss called me and asked me to go pick up some supplies. I asked if you could go too and he said yes. You are still in bed aren’t you? Get a shower and dressed. I will be by to pick you up in an hour,” Larry said excitedly.

I responded, “Wait! Why do we need to go? We getting paid for this trip?”

Larry replied casually, “Of course we are getting paid our normal hourly rate plus per diem. The delivery truck broke down In Birmingham and we need a couple of boxes out of the truck first thing Sunday evening. The replacement truck won’t get to Birmingham until Monday afternoon. Plus, I know of a few shops that I want to investigate. They have a few Adult Bookstores on the way.”

It is a good thing that Larry couldn’t see me react. My eyes opened wide and my eyebrows went up at the thought of what we may see or encounter. I excitedly said, “Ok. Give me an hour and come pick me up.”

I go to the bathroom, take a quick shower and quickly shave my face. I soap up my cock and balls developing an erection, and notice my pubic hair needs tidied up. I shave it all smooth, including my scrotum, but I leave a landing strip right above my penis. I have always kept a triangle patch of pubic hair but decide to try something new. I shave my butt and butt crack as it has been a week since I shaved it last. I rinse off, then dry off debating what to wear, knowing I don’t have much time to decide. Larry will be here in about twenty minutes.

I throw caution to the wind and pull out my red thong made of a stretchable and breathable mesh that makes it mostly see-thru and feels like I am not wearing anything. This is one of my thongs that allows for an erection without my cock popping out. I decide to wear a pair of black athletic shorts with an elastic waistband and a red t-shirt. I grab my money clip, house key and wallet, along with two handkerchiefs and place them in my pockets. I place my feet into my dock shoes and my phone rings again.

I answer the phone. Larry asks, “Are you ready to go?”

Excitedly I andwer, “Yes, I am. Are you outside?”

Larry answered, “Yep! Come on sweet cheeks! The faster we get there, the more time we will get to explore.”

I walk out of my apartment and lock the door. I climb into his pickup truck and look over to see Larry wearing light gray athletic sweat shorts, a t-shirt, and some dock shoes. I notice the bulge in his shorts and can tell he is either very happy to see me or he is excited at the prospects of our trip together. To say that I am eager to see what will happen is an understatement. I am hoping to get some new porn mags and videos to feed some of my new sexual cravings to entertain me when I am alone, and I am hoping to suck a cock or three without fear of anyone other than Larry knowing me.

We get moving along I-20 West with very little traffic. The sky is cloudy with some dark rain clouds with the occasional rain shower. The windows in Larry’s truck is darkly tinted and I glance over to see Larry’s shorts are still tented. We had finished eating the breakfast biscuits that Larry had brought and as we are picking our teeth, I ask, “Ummm…Larry, what are you thinking about? You are awfully quiet right now.”

Larry lustfully explained, “I am excited to get to those porn shops. They have glory holes and I can’t wait to get my dick sucked! I have been sitting here with a partial erection since just before I picked you up. I need to empty my balls soon.”

I look over at Larry’s tented shorts and look around to see how many big trucks are around. I say, “Well, you know you don’t have to wait until we get to the porn shop. If you can keep the truck on the road, I can give you some road-head if you like.”

He looked over at me with a look of disbelief. He smiles showing his eagerness and says, “I have never received road-head before. I am certainly happy to have you as a friend-with-benefits!”

I smile and say, “Keep us safely in our lane and keep your eyes on the road”, as I adjust the shoulder strap of the seatbelt to slip under it. I lean over the console and with my right hand pull down Larry’s shorts and boxers to see his hardening veiny cock with the bulbous head stick straight up to the roof of the truck. His very solid eight inch meaty flesh-pole with it’s cyclops cum-slit on the tip looks so delicious and I feel like a man possessed with the desire, bayrampaşa escort no, the need to suck this cock!

I encircle the base of his dick with my left hand and aim it to my lips. I stick out my tongue and bathe the crown, tip, cum-slit, and sensitive underside of the head, while my right hand makes a tightening ring around his scrotum, right below where it meets his cock. His ballsack filled with those big sperm-producing balls form a tennis ball shape. I lick his ballsack all over feeling the fullness of his balls within. Larry moans and says, “Oh please suck my cock, it won’t take me long before I pop.”

I reply, “That is one reason why I am taking my time. I love sucking your cock and I don’t want it to end too soon.”

Larry hurriedly says, “Jerry, you can suck my cock anytime, anywhere, as much as you want. You are my best-friend-with-benefits and I will NEVER tire of this! you are the best cocksucker I have EVER known!”

I pull back from his cock and juicy balls and look up to his face, “You are just saying that!” I am surprised at the feeling of pride I feel at being called his best cocksucker ever. “You will eventually get tired of me sucking your cock and swallowing your cum!”

Larry looks down at me with a look of confusion and replies, “What are you talking about? I never get tired of receiving blowjobs and shooting my load in a willing mouth. It feels great, but it also brings me great confidence that you love to suck my dick, and you love the taste of my cum. Why would anyone get tired of this? How can ANY TRUE MAN get tired of this?!?! You are always welcome to give me a blowjob, with or without an audience.”

I happily reply, “Flattery will get you anything, including blowjobs!” I engulf as much of his dick in my mouth as I can. I have to wiggle out of the majority of the seatbelt to get more of it in my mouth. I flick his cum slit with my tongue, each time I pull up to the tip before taking it deep to touch my tonsils. I hear Larry moan and it encourages me to give him as much pleasure as humanly possible. I pull up to the tip and lick the sensitive underside of his head as I play with his balls. I am trying to prime the pump to get as much sperm in my belly when he cums.

I hear an airhorn next to us. I look up to see an eighteen-wheeler next to us and two guys in the truck, one black guy driving and one white guy in the passenger seat with graying hair is giving Larry a thumbs-up for getting road-head. I smile up at them both and ask Larry, “How long have they been watching?”

Larry answers, “For the last mile, mile and a half perhaps. Why?”

I love to have an audience so I say, “You should have told me, I would have tried to give them a better show! Oh well! Back to it.”

I swallow his meat pole to the base. His head has entered my throat and I hold that position, swallow which gives his cockhead a massage, and stick my tongue out to lick his balls. I have my right thumb pressed into my palm making a fist. This pressure point avoids the gag reflex so I can have his dick past my gag reflex of my throat and never gag.

Larry moans loudly and places his right hand behind my head to push my head down to get more of his delicious cock into my mouth. He shouts, “I am going to cum! Take my cum! Ughhh!” His cock shoots a huge blast of his man juice into my mouth. I back off to have just the head in my mouth so I can enjoy the taste is his protein slurpee. He flexes his thighs and rises from his seat at each pulse of cum that shoots out of his sperm slit. I lick his tip as another shot hits my tonsils. I swallow a large gulp of sperm and my mouth quickly refills again. I lose count of how many ropes he has shot into me but I savor his cum taste, a little salty-sweet and partially bitter. Similarly bitter as a pot of cooked collard or turnip greens. I love that bitter taste. I stroke his cock up coaxing more of his baby batter into my ravenous mouth. I swish the last amount of cum around my mouth as I suckle his now hypersensitive cock. He begins to pull me off of him and I relinquish my favorite flesh cock-sycle. I kiss his tip before returning to my side of the truck. I swallow the remains and readjust the seatbelt to be legal again.

He said with a voice of pure relief, “That was AMAZING! I am pulling over at this rest area. I gotta take a piss now!”

I say, “Yeah, I could go too.”

Larry takes the rest area exit and parks away from the cars, and closer to the semi trucks. We get out of his truck and we both head to the Men’s restroom. We enter in and see a line of urinals and a line of stalls. Larry leads me to go beyond the stalls to an open area where it looks like a diaper changing area is with a few more urinals and one larger handical accessible stall. Larry says, “Go into the stall and pee. There is a sink inside that stall where you can actually wash or rinse off your dick after you finish. There is also a glory hole on one side. I saw the çapa escort truckers that was watching you give me a blowjob was pulling in as we parked. They may be heading this way if you want to suck a another cock or two.”

I look at Larry and I grin ear to ear as he says, “If you feel like it fine, if not, not a problem either way. I know they looked interested in what you gave me”, offered Larry. I smile again and think it through. I would certainly love to suck another dick or two to completion. I nod my head and ask Larry if he wants to come in too or wait on me. He said, “I will see if I can find the truckers to make sure they find their way back to you.”.

I enter the stall and notice there is a chair over on the far side and I look closely and see a hole in the stall wall. I close and lock the stall door and go sit down on the chair after making sure it is clean. I see a small sign over the hole that says “Please Keep This Seat, Kneeling Bench, And Area Clean So It Can Continue To Be Enjoyed By All That Desires It”. I see some disposable wipes under the chair that is sitting on a cushioned bench that looks to be used for people on their knees as there is two indentations that is in the shape of knees. I smile and think how delightful they seemed to have thought about everything.

My solitude was interrupted with the sound of Larry and at least two other male voices in conversation getting closer. I listen to see if I can distinguish how many are talking.

I hear Larry say, “I promise you, the best blowjobs of my life came from him. It is truly a shame that I didn’t find out until recently how much he loves to suck cock and swallow my cum. He is awesome!”

“You have sold me. Here is a little appreciation for you! Call it a finder’s fee. If he is as good as you say, I will be happy to give more.”

I couldn’t tell who said it. He had a southern accent but it was more slight than the typical Georgian accent. It sounded more like Tennessee or South Carolina. Maybe a transplant, someone from Ohio or Indiana that moved a few years ago and has started developing the southern twang.

I am seated in the chair and I hear Larry say, “Yeah, just unzip and stick it through that hole and my friend will do the rest. I will stand guard at the entrance to warn if someone heads this way.”

I hear Larry’s footsteps start to walk away. I hear a man clear his voice, and unzip. He says, “I hope you are as good as your friend says you are. I have never been to a glory hole. I have had both women and men suck me off and have found that men typically give better head than women”, as he sticks his thickening semi-erect chocolate cock through the hole in the partition. He is circumcised and besides a manly scent mixed with a mild sweat smell, appears to be very clean. I reach my hand around his cock and start to stroke it a couple of times. His dark penis continues to thicken and elongate and I see his head has a light brown color and his rod is a dark chocolate. He has a few veins sticking out and it lengthens to about nine good inches and thick enough that my fingers and thumb is barely touching as I stroke it. My mouth starts producing extra spit and drool tries to escape my lips.

I let go of his hot chocolate rod and say, “Let me get comfortable and see if we can take care of this stiffness and relieve the pressure in those nuts! You look delicious by the way.” I pull the kneeling bench out from under the chair and get on my knees. I say, “I am getting comfortable to better suck your black cock.” I kneel down and see my lips are even level with his cock.

I gently grasp his cock and softly stroke his cock toward me. I hear him moan and it brings a smile to my face. I hold my hand gently right below his crown and softly lick his tip and flick his sperm channel. I taste a little bit of precum on his tip. I back away and see that clear sweet nectar slowly secreting at the tip. I lick the sweet precum up and slowly slurp his head past my lips and flick his sensitive slit and just below the crown. I hear him moan and say, “Oh, SHIT! That feels damn good! I won’t last long. Please finish me quickly! I have to haul that load up the road”.

I pull off him and I say, “If you want me to finish you quickly, I will unlock the stall door. You come in here that way I can take care of your delicious cock and balls.”

He says, “Bet.” As he pulls his cock out of the glory hole, “I am on my way.”

I get up and unlock the door. He opens the door with his cock and balls hanging out his zipper. I tell him to pull down his pants and boxers. He stands in front of me. I slide the kneeling bench over to be right in front of him. I kneel down and look up into the eyes of this horny man. He looks to be in his early thirties, no stranger to the gym and hard work.

He looks down at me and pleads, “Please suck my cock and make me cum quickly!”

I nod. I swallow his cock to the base. I have all of his cock in my mouth fındıkzade escort and down my throat. I feel his pubic hair on my lips and they tickle my nose. I slide my lips up and down his meat stick as quickly as I can. I pull off until just the head is in my mouth and drive down until I bottom out. He grabs me by the back of his head and starts fucking my mouth. I feel my cock is fully hard and tenting my shorts. If I touch my cock, I would have a cum explosion in my shorts. I focus on giving him the best blowjob I can. He is thrusting his hips forward driving that hard cock into my throat and pulling out almost all the way. He starts grunting. I taste a copious amount of precum and notice his erection is thicker and longer. I know he is getting close to orgasm and I can’t wait to swallow his load, that is my reward for a blowjob well done. His thrusts are quicker and are more shallow than before. He loudly groans, “I’m CUMMING!”

I felt the first blast hit the back of my throat. followed by the second. I back up slightly and his third blast hit my tongue. I taste a more bitter, less salty, and a little bit sweeter load than Larry’s. I feel and taste five more blasts of thick cum shoot into my mouth as I begin to swallow as much as I can. My mouth has filled three times with cum and I keep swallowing. When he has completely unloaded his sperm load, he shakes like he is having a seizure. I am caught off guard at that. He pulls out from my mouth and I manage to not lose a single drop of his sperm. I enjoy the remnants of his cum in my mouth as he pulls his boxers and pants back up and buckles his belt. He says, “You are easily one of the top three in giving me a blowjob. You have a gift.”

I smile and say, “Thank you for your load of cum. It was delicious!” I ask him, “Do you drive through Atlanta very often?”

He says at least twice a month. I give him my phone number and tell him to call me next time if he wants another blowjob. He is quick to put it in his phone and thank me as he rushes out of the stall.

Larry walks in smiling and says, “Well, did you enjoy yourself? The white dude that was with him wasn’t interested. He said he didn’t want a man to touch his dick. I told him that it was his loss. I know you made that black truck driver a very happy man!”

I joyfully say, “Yes! I truly enjoyed that! I must set up a glory hole close to home. The identity protection that a glory hole allows you to maintain gives you available horny cocks, balls, and cum to suck and play with without embarrassment if you are recognized. I would love to see who owns the cock without them knowing who is their cock sucker.”

Larry smiled and said, “I can’t believe that I just helped arrange for my best-friend to give a blowjob to a total stranger in a rest area and I am happy for you! We could set up a camera system at a glory hole of our design so you could watch it later”

I started laughing at the absurdity of it all and agreed, “Yeah! I can’t hardly believe it myself! We need to really think about that glory hole idea. I would love that! Let’s get going. We have things to do in Birmingham.”

We made our way to Birmingham, and Larry pulls off the highway to an obvious porn shop. It is 12:05pm Friday afternoon and there are several eighteen wheelers and multiple vehicles in the parking lot. It looks to be a fairly large venue. Reading the outside signs, I see that video booths are available, along with magazines, movies, books, and sex toys. I follow Larry inside and immediately we are asked for our identification by a tattooed and bearded biker type wearing a black leather vest, white t-shirt, and blue jeans. He appears clean, smiles warmly, and welcomes us into his shop. I look and see the name sewn on his vest in bold caital white letters: “COCK”. I grin and look into his eyes and ask, “There has got to be a great story of how you was named COCK,” (I added emphasis with my voice when I said the name)!

COCK smiled with a look of pride at being asked. He replied, “My birth name is Richard which is usually shortened to Dick, I am originally from South Carolina, I have the Gamecocks tattoo on my back, and I have been blessed with a large cock. I have my own signature line of dildos made from a mold of my own cock. It is right over there,” as he points straight across from him. I look at where he is pointing and see some long and thick cock-shaped dildos of different colors. It is easily ten inches and thick enough that my fingers and thumb will not touch if I grasp it. It has a downward curve to it and I think how perfect the shape is to get it down the throat with its downward curve. My cock has an upwards curve to it when I am erect. My dick is perfect for sucking in the 69 position. I would have much difficulty getting all of his penis in my mouth and throat! I see and pick up a flesh colored sample dildo that was out of the package. I can’t touch my middle finger and thumb when I encircle the shaft with my hand. I look dumbfounded at the length and girth of this thing. I look over at COCK and wait for him to laugh and tell us he was only joking. I see a look of confidence that slightly bordered on cockiness. I look around and see that Larry has disappeared somewhere and here I am wanting and craving to see the real thing.

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Two Girls…..

I invited my best friend Kimberly over for the weekend. Girls got to have a weekend together, right? I was so excited started texting her:

When are you going to get here?

Abby! I am getting my stuff together and then leaving the house.

Are you bringing any, ahem… fun stuff?

😉 It IS a girls’ weekend, right?!!

Kimberly and I took girls’ weekend to the extreme. We knew everything about each other, inside and out- literally!! I have known Kimberly for a few years now, and we can basically predict each other’s next move before the other makes it.

I continued:

I hope you don’t mind, but Tyler can’t stay at his own apartment.

this weekend and is going to chill in the guest room.

……

I could sense the eyeroll from her pause, but I couldn’t put my boyfriend out on the street for the weekend. No matter what, it was girl’s weekend. He was just a potential added bonus.

I promise he won’t get in the way. You won’t even know he’s there.

Okay Abby, okay. I just can’t wait to get to see you.

Within a few hours, Kimberly was at my door. As soon as I opened the door, we both screamed at the top of our lungs, and hugged one another. I grabbed her cheeks in my hands and planted a soft gentle kiss on her lips. “I have missed you, lady!” I said to her. Her green eyes gleamed and she pulled me closer for another hug.

The night was full of food, wine, and catching up. Always the best time when sharing it with your bestie!

The next morning, Kimberly and I slept in, but I got up first. I wore an oversized long-sleeved shirt to bed, never changed, and began to make coffee. It seemed that I was the only one awake in the house, as I didn’t see any signs that Tyler had gotten up yet. He was very quiet last night, giving us our space. I turned on some country music as I moved around the kitchen, just loud enough to give me some background noise. Before long, I was drinking my coffee, gliding along the kitchen floor, singing to the music. All of a sudden, I hear, “Psssst! Oh my God!” I turned around to find Kimberly giggling, and a look of hysterical shock on her face. She was trying to contain herself.

“What?” I started to ask. But before I had gotten the full word out of my mouth, she covered my mouth with her hand and said, “Shhhhhh.” I looked at her, completely confused. She kept her hand over my mouth and guided me down the hallway. We were literally tip-toeing, headed towards Tyler’s room. Before I could even ask any more questions, Kimberly stopped right before his door, and turned my head towards his room.

There in front of us was Tyler, standing naked, not knowing that we were watching him. Tyler is 6′ tall, washboard abs, blue eyes, and dirty blonde hair that makes you want to run your fingers through it. He was standing by his closet, completely naked. Kimberly looked at him and started pointing at his small cock. She looked at me with wide eyes, then started giggling, but kept her composure for the moment. I looked at him, seeing how small his cock looked right now, and started giggling too. I didn’t have the best ability of keeping my voice down.

Within a few moments, I started giggling louder, and Tyler turned around and saw us. “Oh my God, Abby! Kimberly! What the hell girls?!” He grabbed a shirt and quickly tried to cover his cock.

“No, no, no,” Kimberly said to him. She stood up and started to walk towards him. “You’re not covering up that poor excuse of a cock that you have.” Kimberly grabbed the shirt out of his hand, ripping it down from his grips, leaving him standing there, shocked. She looked down at his cock, giggled, and then started to walk a circle around Tyler. He just stood there, unsure what to do at that moment. Tyler then glanced at me, and I just shrugged my shoulders, working hard to hold back my giggling. As Kimberly finished her full circle around him, she knelt in front of him. Tyler’s breathing started to pick up, and his cock was starting to get hard.

“Awwwww, Abby look!” Kimberly said as she pointed to Tyler’s hardening cock. “It wants to come out and play!” Kimberly started to giggle. She brought her face closer to that tiny cock of Tyler’s, inspecting every bit of it. She seemed to pause, looked up directly into Tyler’s eyes then asked, “Is this as big as it gets?” She torqued her head as she asked the question and then pressed on the tip of his cock. It bounced underneath her finger. “Tyler,” Kimberly continued. “How the hell are you pleasing my best friend bahçeşehir escort over there with that miniscule cock of yours?”

Tyler looked embarrassed, looking down at his cock. “I’m waiting for your answer, Tyler,” Kimberly asked him.

Tyler cleared his throat and proudly said, “I have my ways.” He then winked at me.

I stood up, my top falling off one of my shoulders, and I could see Tyler grin at me. I looked down at his cock, and it started to harden even more and stand up straighter. I walked towards him, and walked the same circle around him that Kimberly did, my finger never leaving his arms or upper body. I could see that his heart was starting to pound. Two women, half dressed, and him standing there naked. This could be a man’s dream come true.

Except……”Am I turning you on Tyler?” I asked him. He looked down at his cock and smiled. I continued whispering in his ear, “You want us to help you take care of that hard cock of yours?”

Tyler sighed, “Yes…..yes please.”

I turned to Kimberly, and she knew exactly what I was thinking. She started in, “Tyler, your cock is too small for us to pleasure you! You do not deserve for us to even touch that carrot cock of yours.”

“Tyler, you know she is right. When your cock is the size of a carrot, you do not deserve to be touched by us, nor do you deserve to put that cock in our wet pussies.” I said to him.

Tyler moaned, “But I need release.”

“Oh you do, baby?” Kimberly asked. He nodded, yes. Kimberly said, “But baby, small cocks like yours only can be touched by you. Your miniscule cock doesn’t warrant the touch of 2 sexy women.”

Tyler gasped. “But…”

I looked at Kimberly and said, “I think that he needs to be measured. See just how small that cock of his is.”

“Oh my gosh! You are so right!” Kimberly jumped up. “I have exactly what we need!” With that, she ran out of Tyler’s room, and into mine.

Tyler looked at me in disbelief, and I grinned at him. Before I had a chance to say anything, Kimberly rushed back into the room with a bag, “I got it!” She cried out. Without hesitation, she pulled out a measuring tape, and 3 dildos- 2 flesh and a black one. Tyler gasped, but his cock seemed to enjoy the sight, and I could see some liquid form at the tip.

“Mmmmmm, I think that we are turning on his diclit, Kimberly!” I smiled.

“Oooooh, we are!!” she said. She brought her eyes closer to that small cock of his. She kept her eyes on that part of him, and then looked directly into my eyes. “4.5 inches.” She pauses. “I think he is 4.5″ long.” Without breaking her eye contact with me, she grabbed the measuring tape, handed it to Tyler and commanded, “Alright, small boy. Measure it!.”

He looked down at his cock, obviously feeling humiliated, looked at me, and then back to his cock again. He took the tape and measured….. 4.5″.

“How the hell were you right?” I shouted to her. I turned to Tyler and said, “I thought you were at least 5 inches?”

Tyler really hadn’t had much time to talk at all yet, but said, “I am definitely 5 inches. This can’t be right!” He looked at Kimberly and said, “Make me harder.”

Kimberly laughed, “Oh honey, my mouth and my hands do not wrap around cocks that are smaller than 7 inches!!”

“Seven inches!” Both Tyler and I yelled out. We looked at each other, and then down at his cock again.

Kimberly rolled her eyes at us, “Like this!” She pulled out a 7 inch dildo, and then lined it up next to Tyler’s mini cock.

My eyes bulged at the sight. “Fuck Tyler, your cock really is tiny!” I wrapped my hand around the dildo and then brought my hand around his cock. My hand barely fit around the whole dildo, and then I overlapped my fingers when I wrapped it around his cock.

“Ohhhhhhh,” that feels so good, Tyler sighed. His eyes started to close, and I pulled my hand off his cock, so quick. “Wait!”

“Touch it,” Kimberly commanded him. Tyler just looked at her. “Touch that tiny cock of yours. Now.”

Tyler wrapped his hand around his cock, and he moved it up and down his shaft once, and then glanced at me for reassurance. “You have too many fingers on it. You deserve to only use 2 fingers.” I winked at Kimberly. She nodded in agreement, and Tyler switched to only 2 fingers.

Tyler stood there, naked, two fingers wrapped around his cock, Kimberly and I kneeling in front of him, running his fingers up and down his cock. I looked around at this, and couldn’t believe that Tyler was masturbating in esenyurt escort front of Kimberly and I, being humiliated about how small his cock is . We were inches away from that carrot cock of his, and here he is, having to touch himself.

“Faster!” I shouted. I could see his cock hardening, and more liquid forming at the tip. “Your mini-cock only deserves to be touched by you, not by anyone else. It doesn’t get to release its tension inside a wet dripping pussy. Just inside your hand”

Humiliation wiped across Tyler’s face.

“Don’t worry honey, we will show you what kind of cock deserves pussies like ours,” Kimberly told Tyler. I turned to face her, with a look of confusion.

“Abby- on your hands and knees, now,” Kimberly said.

Without hesitation, I assumed the position. I was good at following orders, and damn I was a little frightened by Kimberly being demanding. As I was kneeling down, I could hear Kimberly moving around the dildos she had just taken out of the bag. Then she said slyly, “This one should work.” Directing her attention to Tyler she said, “Okay Tyler, how big is this bad boy?”

Tyler looked at her, and hesitatingly answered, “6 inches?”

Kimberly just laughed, “Oh honey! This black cock here, is 8″ long. And you are going to watch your girlfriend take all of it.” At that statement, I turned my head to see what the hell she was talking about, but Kimberly glared at me, so I turned back around, looking straight in front of me.

I could hear Tyler gulp in reaction to Kimberly’s dildo that she just showed him. “All….of…it?” He managed to slowly respond.

“All. Of. It!” Kimberly exclaimed. “Now, I can’t guarantee she will feel your pathetic tiny cock after she takes this big one, but that is just the chance we are going to have to take. Now, won’t we?”

“Ummmmmm…..” Tyler started to talk. Kimberly looked at him, deep into his eyes, and he continued, “Yes Ma’am. She will take all of it.”

“Now that’s more like it, Tyler!” Kimberly exclaimed. “Do not take your eyes off her pussy. I want you right here next to me watching me stretch her out.”

Soon, I felt Kimberly’s hands on the inside of my thighs, spreading my legs apart, leaving me completely exposed to the two of them. I felt her long thin finger enter my pussy, “Oh my God!” I felt myself moan. I could just feel myself getting wetter by the instant. In and out, her finger moved, and then she added another, and then another. Soon, she had 3 fingers inside my pussy, hitting up against the walls, non-stop movement.

I could hear her moaning a bit under her breath, “Mmmmmmm. This feels so good, doesn’t it? You’re so tight, Abby. Just wait.” Listening to her turned me on, where I could feel my clit swelling. As quickly as her fingers had been inserted inside of me, they were gone. And in their place, I could start to feel some pressure- the massive black dildo.

“You see this, Tyler,” Kimberly explained. “This. This is a real cock. An 8″ girthy black cock. You watch closely.” Kimberly was just putting pressure on the opening of my pussy, and my reaction was to press back because I felt so needy, so ready to feel it inside of me.

“Patience, Abby. Patience. We are doing this a little at a time.” Hayley whispered. “You’ll enjoy it more.” I could hear the smile on her face, as she was talking.

My pussy was so wet already, I felt her push that dildo further in me, and then pull back, then push a little more, and pull back. Over, and over. Ever so slowly. It was torturous. I just wanted it all in me already. Every bit!

“Oh wow,” Tyler muttered from behind me. “Damn!” “That whole thing is going to fit?” Single responses, over and over he kept saying, as she kept working that dildo into my dripping wet pussy.

“This feels so good, doesn’t it Abby?” Kimberly asked me, as she continued with the torturous movement of the dildo in and out of my pussy.

“Fuck Kimberly. This is amazing!” I responded, “Please, more. I need more!” I was moaning, groaning, and that damn dildo felt like the best thing that had ever been inside of me. I could feel the walls of my pussy stretching with every pass that it made in and out of me. Oh, that feeling was nothing I had ever felt before and every time she took it out of me, I was just craving to have it put back in. “More!” I shouted. “Faster, please!”

Tyler gasped at my response to the dildo moving in and out of me. I don’t think he realized how good it would make me feel. Directing his question towards Kimberly, halkalı escort but never removing his eyes from my dildo-filled pussy, he asked, “Is she going to feel me after this? Like…..ever?” Kimberly just laughed in response to his question. She looked at him, down at his cock, which was rock hard and dripping from watching her fuck me with a dildo, and back at him again.

Kimberly worked that dildo into my dripping wet pussy, little by little, and I could feel it stretching me out. I kept trying to push back onto the dildo to take it all in, but anytime I did that, Kimberly would pull it back again. When Kimberly got the whole dildo in, she turned to Tyler and said, “Look at this! She took it all!” Kimberly was really proud. I felt so damn full inside of me. But as quick as it was that I felt full, I felt that pressure taken away.

“Wait!” I yelled out. “But…!!”

Kimberly said, “Shhhhhh.” I stopped immediately. I could feel the dildo sitting at the entrance of my pussy, just sitting there, building up the tension, and I was trying so hard not to push back onto it.

I started to moan impatiently. I could feel Tyler’s eyes on my pussy, and that turned me on even more. “Are you ready to watch this Tyler?” Kimberly asked him.

“Ummmmm, yes?” He questionably answered.

“Do not take your eyes off her pussy. You hear me?” Kimberly responded. Tyler shook his head in agreement.

Kimberly quickly stuffed the entire dildo into the depths of my warm wet pussy, hitting my G-spot, causing me to scream, “Holy fuck!” And then it was gone again. “Oh my God!” I replied. “I want more.”

I could feel one of Kimberly’s hands now resting on my ass, the other hand holding the dildo at my completely exposed soaking wet pussy. She repeated the process of slamming that dildo into my G-spot, and then moving it to the edge of my pussy. “I could feel my body quiver in building sexual anticipation. There was no timing that she was using, but she was edging my G-spot with the dildo. The anticipation between every thrust of the dildo just made me drip more, made me crave the next thrust, and surprised me every damn time.

With each thrust, I would moan or scream out “Fuck!” or “Oh my God.” She was relentless, because she would just pause between the thrusts. The waiting was keeping me on edge, and every time I thought I would climax, there was a pause. I could feel my insides quivering, feel my clit swelling, feel my pussy warm and so sensitive just waiting for the dildo to arrive again. As if Hayley knew when the edging was at its peak, she began relentlessly thrusting that dildo in and out of me repeatedly, non-stop hitting my G-spot! She steadied me with her hand on my ass, and the movement of the dildo moving inside of me was starting to send me over the edge.

I screamed out! “Oh!…..My….God!!!!” That was it- All my body could handle. My clit began throbbing, my pelvis thrusting uncontrollably. Moaning. Groaning, “Holy fucks”, and “Oh my God’s” were flying out of my mouth more times than I ever have before. I was cumming so hard, and so uncontrollably.

“Grab her!” Kimberly yelled to Tyler, yet she never stopped thrusting that dildo inside my pussy. I could feel Tyler put his arms underneath my belly, so I wouldn’t fall, but I couldn’t stop myself from orgasming repeatedly. The more she hit that G-spot with the dildo, the harder and harder I came. My entire body was trembling uncontrollably, and cum was dripping down the dildo and Kimberly’s hand. When she didn’t think I could take it anymore, she stopped, and I collapsed down onto Tyler’s arms.

Kimberly directed her attention to him, “Do you see Tyler? THAT is what a big girthy cock can do to a woman.” She continued. “Your cock is tiny. Miniscule. Now that you watched me make her cum, I want to watch you cum. Now stroke that diclit of yours and cum for me.”

Tyler didn’t hesitate. He was so turned on by watching Kimberly fuck me with that 8″ dildo, that he grabbed that teenie weenie of his and started stroking it as fast as he could. It was was already dripping, and in less than a minute, he was moaning, his cock swelled, throbbed, and spewed cum onto the floor in front of us.

“That’s all you got, Tyler?” Kimberly retorted. Tyler just looked at her, but he was relieved from all the built-up sexual tension.

“Yes ma’am,” he finally replied.

“I can’t wait to find out later if Abby can feel that turtle cock of yours,” Kimberly stated as she gathered the toys up, stood up, and brought them back to my room.

Tyler looked at me. “Later? More?”

I smiled at him and said, “Well, I gotta know if I can feel that apple banana between your legs, Tyler!” I walked towards the door, winked, and went to my room. I desperately needed a nap and needed to build up energy for later.

(to be continued…)

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I have heard it said that you can never be too rich or too thin but whoever said that obviously didn’t know Angela Tubinello. We all watched her waste away to nothing, her hair growing lifeless, her skin patchy as she convinced herself and her body that she didn’t need food, her Daddy’s money or anything or anyone here at St. Charlotte’s. Her whole life she had been the good girl who always did the right thing and where did it get her? Six feet under at Park Lawn cemetery. Now I obviously was taking a different path here at Charlottes for the Harlots as we affectionately called our dear alma mater. I had been here 6 years now and was counting down the days until graduation. College stretched out ahead of me. I was bright, the class valedictorian, the smartest girl in school with the worse reputation! Oh I was a good girl all right, very good at being extremely naughty that is.

It was a bright, autumn day. The sky was blue and dotted with white puffy clouds as I rushed across campus to make it to my AP English class. The leaves had been painted with scarlets, yellows and gold. We had a test today and although I might take my reputation lightly, or entertain a lax moral standard, my study habits were impeccable and my school work untarnished. Mr. Dominic Garity was just pulling the door shut as I slipped through, throwing him an impish smile, “You are late, he whispered with a scowl.

“Oh just a moment or two”, I responded lightly as I slid into my desk, “Test today, right?” I had been busy during the lunch break and I couldn’t help grinning as I remembered.

“Right,” he replied, pulling the door shut. His scowl deepened as he took in my appearance, hair mussed, knees grass stained, and I laughed quietly to myself when I realized my blouse was buttoned wrong.

I returned his gaze and winked mischievously at him, causing him to blush and glance about to see if anyone else had noticed. He quickly passed out the tests and I demurely started on mine. Mr. Garity walked about the room quietly at first, ready to answer any questions. Once all the girls had started on their tests he made his way up to the front of room where he busied himself at his desk. Occasionally I would feel his dark brown eyes on me. After finishing the test I brought it forward and handed it to him. As our hands touched I felt the warmth of his tanned skin and I couldn’t help wondering if that tan was all over. He was an attractive man, in his mid 20’s, but he seemed quiet, and thoughtful. All the girls had a crush on him at some time. It was rumored that he had been a priest but he seemed young for that.

As I turned in my test he mentioned an award or competition or something he wanted me to enter. The prize was a summer internship and a cash award. Since my parents divorce I had been searching for something to do next summer. Anything would be better than going home, watching my mother drink and listening to my father’s excuses. This seemed like the perfect opportunity

It was later that day, only about five but already getting dark when I remembered the application Mr. Garity had mentioned. It was Friday and most of the staff had already left but as I walked past the parking lot I saw his car still parked in the lot.

I slipped quietly up the stairs and down the now deserted hallway. It was strange to be here at night without the hallway filled with chattering girls, laughing and moving from class to class. The hall loomed shadow-filled ahead of me, lit only by the red glare of the exit signs and a small puddle of light that poured out of the open door of the English department offices. You could hear the sounds of the clock hands moving and the rattle of old pipes under the drinking fountain. Somewhere downstairs a door slammed shut and a voice could be heard telling someone goodnight.

I stood for a moment at the door to Mr. Garity’s small office. His dark head was bent over a thick stack of papers before him and as I watched he absent-mindedly removed his glasses and rubbed his dark brown eyes. Did I hear a sigh or only imagine one? He stretched, lifting his arms above his head and leaning back in the chair. I took the opportunity to knock lightly and step into the room.

“Miss Gallagher?”, he said, surprised, glancing to the functional clock on the wall.

“Yes I was going by and remembered the application you mentioned.” I smiled taking a seat. He lowered his arms and ran his hands through his hair glancing over his desk looking for the application.

“Oh, of course,” he replied handing it to me, his voice becoming more excited. “When I saw this I immediately thought of you. bağcılar eskort You are more than qualified and have a real gift. I have no doubt you would do well in this competition.” He then leaned forward earnestly, “Miss Gallagher, Colleen?” he paused searching for the right words. “May I be frank with you? I have been your teacher now for over a year and I want you to know I have never met a person your age with such a gift for writing and expressing yourself. You are bright, intelligent, but I worry about some of the choices you have been making lately.”

“Choices?”, I asked crossing my legs, my short plaid uniform skirt slipped higher. I let my hands slip down over the plaid fabric of my skirt, tugging at the hem, exposing the soft tanned skin of my thighs.

He shifted in his chair trying to tear his eyes away from my legs. His face reddened slightly but he went on, determinedly. “Yes, choices”, he continued. “For example, this afternoon, your tardiness and appearance.”

“My appearance? I wear the same old blue plaid skirt, white blouse and blue sweater that all the girls here do.” I answered, looking innocent. I pouted slightly, my full lower lip jutting out. My tongue flicked out wetting them.

His eyes followed the wet pink tip of my tongue. He closed his eyes, looking for strength. “I’m not sure what you were doing before class but I do know what it seems like when you come rushing in, your hair mussed, your knees grass-stained. Colleen, even your blouse was buttoned wrong!”

“Was it?” I asked, standing up I took a seat on the edge of his desk swinging my long leg. I picked up a photo frame on the edge of his desk and glanced at it, then back to him. He looked uneasy, his eyes staring at my leg. “Are those our tests?”

He shifted in his chair, obviously uncomfortable and nodded, “Yes”, he shuffled the papers, “Yes these are your classes test papers. Of course you did well”, he rambled on nervously. He looked terrified and I felt a surge of power deep inside of myself.

Sensing his uneasiness I leaned closer. “What are you doing Colleen, he whispered? His eyes were fixed on the button of my blouse, as he stared I slowly reached up unbuttoning a button. I could see his response as he swallowed hard, sitting back in his chair, trying to put distance between himself and the temptation I presented.

“Were you really going to become a priest,” I asked?

“Yes, I studied for six years.”

“Perhaps I should make a confession”, I smiled.

“No Colleen, I cannot take your confession. I left too soon.”

“I know, but wouldn’t you love to hear what some people’s sins are? Hmmmm? I wonder what you do that is naughty”, I said with a smile. I stood up and walked to the narrow window in the rear of his small office. Dusk had fallen and the world outside this small office seemed very far away. Turning back to Mr. Garity, I leaned over his shoulder whispering in his ear, “I know what I do.”

Sweat dotted his brow and his hands shook as he grasped the arms of his chair, “We all have sins, we all have to control.”

I moved to the side of his chair, “But is control any fun, Mr. Garity”, I asked with a grin? My blouse gapped open as I unbuttoned another button, as he was looked up, unable to tear his eyes away from the sheer silk of my lacy bra now visible.

“Life is not always fun Miss,….ummm…Colleen.”

“I spun his chair around and leaned over him, looking down, “Mine is!”

My hair tumbled down over my shoulder, teasing him. He could smell the youth in my hair and skin, and he closed his eyes as he inhaled my scent. I leaned over him, smiling down, I asked. “Do you know what I was doing this afternoon before your class?

He shook his head.

“Do you want to know,” I asked.

He nodded no, then yes, then said, “If it will help you….to be on time I mean,” he stammered, opening his eyes. “What are you doing”, he begged.

I knelt down before him, my hands on his knees, shoving his legs apart. “This afternoon I was on my knees just like this,” I whispered. “Do you know why?”

His cock was raging. I glanced down and could see the evidence of his arousal pressing up against the wool of his trousers. “No”, he uttered in a small tight voice. I moved closer and he put out his hands as if to stop me, “You really should go,” he whispered.

My green eyes were hooded, filled with passion as I confessed in a throaty whisper, “I was sucking a big hard cock!” My pink tongue flicked out wetting my lips.

He looked lost, stranded. His hand reached out as if to push me away but zeytinburnu eskort his fingers brushed the side of my face and slid along the column of my throat. “We should go…” he made one final attempt to stop me.

“Do you really want me to stop confessing? Hmmm? Don’t they say confession is good for the soul?”

He was weakening but shook his head no.

“You are concerned about my soul, aren’t you Mr. Garity?” My hands slid out over his knees and up his inner thighs

He looked up as if God had left him stranded and I continued, “I had met Tom Jenkins, you know him don’t you? He plays QB for the University.”

“Yes I know Tommy.”

At first we kissed, his lips on mine, his hands sliding all over me”

Mr. Garity stared at me, lost in my eyes, imagining the sweet taste of eighteen. As he stared I unbuttoned my blouse further, “Then his lips slid lower, see? I spread the white uniform blouse open, showing him the bite marks on my fair skin. His hand reach out slipping through my hair, down over my shoulders. His finger traced the curve of my breast lightly teasing the hard nipple visible through my sheer bra.

My hands slipped down, and I moved closer, my head lowering to press against his hardness. I rubbed my face back and forth and I could feel his hands tighten in my hair, feel his hard erect cock pulse beneath me. I lifted my head just enough to see so that I could unbutton his trousers, slowly unzipping them. I tugged down and he lifted his hips, his cock springing free, jutting out. I moaned softly and licked my lips, my head lowering to taste him, to suck his cock into my warm wet mouth

Fluorescent lights snapped to life suddenly bathing the dark shadows of the outer office of the English Department in glaring light. Whistling could be heard and the uneven clatter of the janitor’s wheeled cart. Dominic stiffened his hands on my shoulders tightening. “Ole”, he whispered panic coursing through him. He shoved me down in the corner of his desk, hurriedly trying to straighten his shirt. Scooting closer to his desk he hid his hard jutting manhood and open pants behind the desk. I scrunched down, no more eager than Mr. Garity to be caught in such a compromising position.

“Working late again Dominic,” Ole asked?

“As a matter of fact I am Ole.” Holding up some of the tests he continued, “Have to get these tests graded for first semester grades.” He sighed as if he was continuing to work.

Ole spoke up, “You know Dominic you need to relax more, get out, have a little fun. You work too hard!”

I smiled at his words, mischief coursing through me. I carefully reached out teasing the tip of his softening cock with my fingertip. It was damp and I smeared his pre-cum about. His cock jumped in response and I covered my smile as I glanced up noting Dominic’s attempt to keep a straight face.

Yeah I suppose he agreed.

Ole continued, “I mean it Dominic, you work way too hard. I mean I suppose my work isn’t as demanding as yours. Bout the worse thing I have to deal with is some girl flushing the wrong thing down the toilet or peeling gum off the bottoms of desks but even I need a break sometimes. Like this Sunday, I’m going to the game.” He nodded, warming up, “Yep, my brother in law’s a pain in the ass if your know what I mean, but he’s got Packer tickets so I can be nice to him for a few hours” He laughed heartily, “After all it is the Packers, and I’d do most anything for them,!”

I wrapped my warm hand around Dominic’s hard shaft, my hand stroking slowly, up, down, up down.

“Yeah,” Dominic jumped, gasping at my touch, “Oh yeah, gotta love the Packers.”

I let my fingers slip down, cupping his soft velvety balls, rolling them about in my hand. I could see Dominic’s jaw harden as he tried desperately to behave normally.

Ole moved about the outer office, emptying some trashcans, wiping some shelves and with a last admonishment to not take life so seriously he flipped off the lights and exited the office.

Dominic waited just an instant before jumping up and shutting the door, locking it behind him. He came around the desk, his face scowling, “What were you doing?”

I grinned up at him, “Having some fun, didn’t Ole tell us to do that?”

He reached down pulling me to my feet, “You have to go.”

I pulled away backing up and sitting on the edge of his desk. He came towards me, “Colleen, you have to leave, this isn’t right. We shouldn’t be doing this.”

I sat back on the desk, my hands slipping down to lift my skirt. “Are you sure this isn’t right?” I whispered. güngören eskort If so, why am I sooo wet, so aroused? As my skirt lifted my fingertips slipped into my white panties slipping them down over my thighs. My fingers slipped along my wet slit, teasing the hot little nub. I groaned, “Ohhh don’t you want to touch me here? Feel how wet I am, feel how horny you are making me.” My fingers stroked in and out, in and out.

He stepped closer his hands on my shoulders, “God forgive me” he whispered before pushing me onto my back on the desk, lifting my legs. He turned his head, his lips slipping along the inside of my knee, his teeth nibbling. He tore the white panties away and positioned his hard cock at the entrance of my tight little pussy. He bit his lip, looking for something, anything and only finding my long legs wrapping around him, locking him to me.

He glanced down and I saw his hesitation, the battle between what he wanted to do and what he had always been told was right. I took the decision away from him, arching up, my feet locking behind him and pulling him closer. I reached up with my hands, undoing the front opening clasp of my sheer bra, letting my young full breasts spill free. My hands cupped them, offering them to him. Dominic leaned down, his mouth closing over them my pert breasts so sweet and young. He licked my nipples and I moaned softly, reacting to his touch, my hands slipping through his hair. I gasped as he took my hard aching nipple between his teeth nibbling softly. The tip of his hard cock pressed against my heated pussy, teasing the hood. Our eyes met, “Fuck me,” I begged, and he did. His cock slipping into my tight, warm wetness with ease.

He moaned as his cock slid deep into me and he leaned over kissing me, savoring this moment when our bodies lay so intimately joined. His hips moved slowly back and forth, in and out of my tight young cunt. My mouth opened under his, our tongues entwining and at that moment I could feel everything. The hardness of the desk beneath me, the wood inside of me, the feel of his lips on mine, his chest pressing against my aching aroused nipples.

Our lips broke apart and I gasped for air, my breathing rapid and excited. My head fell back, and I moaned his name as his cock slammed into me over and over, faster and faster. His hands were spread to give him balance and his hips thrust harder, faster. I cried out as I felt my own orgasm sweeping over me and he reached down covering my mouth with his hand, trying to quiet my passion. My pussy convulsed around him, my body trembling, shaking. He stared down at me watching as I came beneath him, my skin flushed, my nipples hard, the slick juice of my tight pussy washing over him and then with a deep thrust he filled me. His hard cock pumping into me. His cum filling me. He thrust against me, one, two, three times, groaning softly then fell over me. His breathing ragged, his heart racing. I heard him whisper softly, “Oh my God, forgive me.”

I wrapped my arms around him and nuzzled against him. He accepted my caress for a moment then stood suddenly turning to cover himself and zip his pants. When he turned back he was more composed and I sat up my hand slipping down to feel his hot cum slowly oozing out of my well fucked pussy. He looked away, biting his lip. “We shouldn’t have done this,” he whispered. “I shouldn’t have done this. Please you have to leave”

I stood up moving closer. I could feel the wetness on my thighs and I leaned against him and he flinched at my touch. “It wasn’t your fault,” I consoled him. “I had decided I wanted you months ago and I always get what I want.”

“But I should have been able to resist,” he answered.

“Because I am younger? I am 18, plenty old enough to make my own decisions,” I insisted. ” And I had decided I wanted you!”

“No, not your age,” he said quietly, “Although I should have considered that. I am your teacher, I should have known better. I think you should report this. I will resign.”

“NO,” I exclaimed. Grasping his shoulder I spun him around to face me. “Don’t do anything that stupid. You are a wonderful teacher and reporting this will not help either of us.” I quickly closed my bra and buttoned up my blouse. “I know you won’t let this happen again, no matter how much I would love it, so I will not press you on it.” I stepped closer and kissed him, whispering against his lips, “But you better be free the day of graduation next spring because I am going to do things to you that you can hardly imagine!”

I stepped away and snatching up the application I left the room. He stared after me, then down, noticing my panties left laying on the floor. He reached down picking them up, bringing them to his nose. He sniffed the sweet musky scent of me and stepped to his desk. Opening the calendar on his desk he stared at the month of June and circled June 1…graduation. A slow smile spread over his face.

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“Ok, honey, I’m heading to my appointment. I’ll be back soon.”

Sarah felt a nervous flutter in her stomach. She’d always been told she could be a model, but now she was about to go to her first test shoot with an agent. It all started the previous week when she and her husband Dan were walking downtown and someone gave her a flier for the agency. She laughed and was about to toss it like usual, but Dan gave her so much encouragement she held onto it, just for fun. The next day, there it was on the table and she was about to throw it away; after all, fun was fun, but she just didn’t feel like the modeling type. Dan walked by, though, and gave her a surprise: he had already set up an appointment for her. He knew she’d be too shy to do it herself, but he knew she would be great if she gave it a try. His faith in her was just the push she needed, and she decided she would go.

“Good luck sweety! Have fun,” he called. “But not too much fun!” he added, jokingly.

She laughed and kissed him goodbye. Surely it wouldn’t be too much fun; she was certain they would be all business at a professional modeling agency.

Sarah drove to the address on the flier, trying to calm the butterflies in her stomach. She wasn’t sure what to wear, so she’d just done her makeup and put on a cute dress like she was getting ready for a date. When she got there she almost turned around; the place was nothing but a gray door in a concrete wall on one end of a strip mall. But no, she’d come all the way out here, and she was going through with it! She opened the door and found a mostly empty studio with some lights, a few chairs, and a sofa against one wall. A long-haired man was working on some lights in the corner.

“Hey, you must be Sarah,” he said, looking up. “I’m Ted. You’re a few minutes early. Have some coffee there if you want, make yourself comfortable.”

“Thanks.”

Sarah was too nervous for coffee. She wandered over to the sofa and sat down while Ted finished adjusting the lights. He came over and gave her a long look. She tried not to squirm, and looked right back at him. He was the kind of guy she might have been interested in, when she was young and wild; etiler eskort not now that she was a respectably married woman! The way he looked her over, though, eyes moving right down her body from head to toe, almost made her blush. She smoothed her dress over her lap, now kind of wishing it reached a bit farther; it was barely mid-thigh with her legs crossed.

“So it’s your first time modeling?” he asked. She just nodded. “Don’t worry, you’ll do fine. You’ve got a great face. Let’s take a few shots to get started. Why don’t you stand here?”

She stood under the lights and posed as he took pictures. Facing forward, looking over her shoulder. She was getting more comfortable as they worked, having fun responding to the instructions he gave. Occasionally he would use his hands to guide her into the pose he wanted, a little push from his palm on the small of her back, a finger lifting her chin. He adjusted her position with fingertips on her hips and she found herself getting a little turned on.

“Everything ok so far?” he asked. “Are you comfortable?”

“Yes, very comfortable,” she said.

“Good! Let’s do a few with the sofa.”

“Should I lay down?”

“Sure. Bring your feet up onto the armrest. Ok, put your arms over your head, that’s it.”

As Sarah laid on her back with her feet up and her knees bent, she was suddenly quite conscious of the shortness of her dress, and cool air on the backs of her thighs. She was sure her panties were exposed, at least a little. But he kept shooting, so she figured they weren’t getting in the shot. She was feeling exhilarated, and shifted her hips so the dress fell down a little more, wondering how much Ted could see.

“You’re doing great,” he said, and she noticed he was moving toward her feet with the camera. With a thrill and a little panic she realized he would see everything now.

“That’s great,” he said. “Fantastic, but, we can’t use the shot with those panties there.”

“Oh my God, I’m sorry-” she stammered, feeling her face go hot with embarrassment, and started to push her dress back down.

“No, don’t worry! Let me just get them out of the way.” She cihangir eskort felt his hands lightly on her knees as he said it, and it was the familiar way he touched her, like nothing could have been more natural, that kept her from reacting at first. Her knees parted easily at the slight push he gave, and she realized she was still not reacting because she wanted to see what he would do. He reached down and slipped his fingers under the elastic leg band, lifting the fabric up and over her pubic mound. She felt his knuckles brush against her labia and almost moaned. The air cooled the moisture building there and she wondered if he had felt it.

“You’ve got a beautiful pussy,” he said, laying the leg band and fabric to one side. “And completely smooth! You’re a natural, honey.”

“You like it?” she asked, heart racing. She could feel liquid trickling from her vagina now, and felt herself arch her back and tilt her hips almost involuntarily as he adjusted her position and took some shots.

“Of course I like it, baby. Here, let me see that little asshole too. Pull your knees up to your chest.” She did it and he slid her panties over her hips and up past her knees, and she kicked them off. In this position her ass was stretched tight. He lightly rubbed the tight ring of her asshole with his thumb, lubricating it with the fluid already pooling there, and she pushed her body against him and let out a shuddering breath.

“That’s it,” he said “Go ahead and touch it for me now.”

She reached down and ran her fingers over her vagina, spreading the wetness, sliding them inside. “Like this?” she asked, listening to the camera click, thinking about all the men-and maybe women!-who might look at her through it’s lens. She felt herself building toward orgasm at the thought.

“Just like that,” he said, and his hand was there too, his fingers sliding inside along with hers, pushing her over the edge. She shivered and tensed against his fingers, riding it out, and heard herself gasp and actually cry out, loud and startling in the empty studio. Then he brought his hand up and pressed a glistening finger against her lower lip. She opened avrupa yakası eskort her mouth and he put a couple of fingers inside, sliding them along her tongue.

“I’m going to introduce a prop here,” he grunted, standing next to the sofa and pulling his belt loose. He shoved his jeans down roughly and held his erection in one hand, caressing her cheek with the other. He tilted her head back and said “Purse your lips.”

Sarah looked at his cock and took a deep breath. There was already a big bead of precum growing at the tip, threatening to drip. Ted’s hand moved around to the back of her neck as he slid his cock along her lips, smearing the precum on her like lipstick. She parted her lips for that, tasting him with the tip of her tongue, and then opened up, letting him slide into her mouth. She wanted him to cum, she realized; she wanted to feel it shoot out, hot and thick in her mouth. She started sucking as enthusiastically as she ever had, looking up at the camera as she did it, and felt a surge of pride at the rough moan she heard.

“Oh shit, you’re making me cum already!” he gasped, pulling out suddenly, and she felt a heavy stream of semen splash across her face and partially in her open mouth. She got her lips back around him for the second, smaller spurt, and suckled gently, pulling as much as she could from him before letting him out again.

“Open up, baby, let me see that cum in your mouth,” he said, and he slapped the wetness on her face with his cock a couple of times while she swirled her tongue in the milky fluid. She was about to swallow when he said, “No, let it spill,” so she tilted her head and felt it run down her chin, neck, and between her tits. She closed her mouth before the last bit could escape, and swallowed with a satisfied smile. She wanted some of it for herself!

“I want you to fuck me,” she said, lifting her hand to touch his penis, sliding her fingers softly around its slippery head, feeling it start to grow again in her hand.

“Don’t worry, baby,” he said with a grin. “I’m not through with you yet!”

The shoot lasted another hour or two, she wasn’t sure. By the time she got home, Dan had dinner in the oven, and a movie ready for them to watch. “To celebrate your modeling debut!” he said. “How did it go?”

She grabbed her husband and kissed him, hard. “It was amazing,” she said breathlessly. “I love you so much for getting me to try it. I’m already signed up for another shoot next week!”

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Mr. Conway was a hard working man who knew what he wanted in life and where he wanted his business to go. He also didn’t mind doing some so called menial work to help things run smoothly at his studio. He also had a tendency to work late, but he aslo managed to get a nap in before locking everything up for the night. All in all, he was a joy to work with and a great guy to work for. Everybody loved him. Especially his assistant, Asia. She did everything in her power to make sure Mr. Conway didn’t burn himself out from working so hard. She would bring him his lunch, preview any demos he couldn’t get to, and she would even brew him his favorite herbal tea and make it just right. She was truly dedicated and Mr. Conway appreciated it very much. He also appreciated how attractive Asia was. She had a very comely body with nice, big tits and a round ass, but she didn’t flaunt it cuz she wasn’t vain like a lot of girls that looked like her. She was pretty and sweet which was a great combination. He really liked her as an employee and as more than that. However, their relationship had been strictly business up to that point. Well, today was his birthday and he was feeling confident enough to tell her how he felt.

Just as he was stringing his words to her together there was a knock on the office door. He sat straight in his chair when he heard Asia’s sweet voice through the door.

“Mr. C, is it all right if I come in?”

“Of rus escort course, Asia, come on in.”

Mr. C was surprised to see his assistant come into the door ass first. He wasn’t complaining about the view. When she was finally in the door half way, she pushed it open some more with her foot, then turned around to reveal that she had a birthday cake in her hands. It was a nice cake, not too big. Big enough for two people. One golden candle glowed in the center of the treat.

“Happy birthday, Mr. C!”

“Ahh! Somebody up in here actually remembered! Thanks, Asia!”

“You know I couldn’t forget you, Mr. C,” Asia smiled warmly. “Make a wish now before the candle melts away.”

“As long as you promise to make my wish come true.”

“I’ll do my best,” Asia replied with a smile and a giggle.

Mr. Conway closed his eyes and chuckled as he made his wish and blew out the candle. He gave Asia a wink before cutting into the cake.

“So, what did you wish for?”

“You really want to know?”

“Yeah.”

“You’re not easily offended, are you?”

“Not really.”

“Ok, promise not to get mad.”

“Ok, I promise.”

“I wished …that you would…let me lick your titties.”

Mr. C sat back in his chair, resting his hands in his lap, watching to see how she would react. Would she laugh, cry, or get upset? He wasn’t prepared for how she did react.

“Ok.”

“Huh?”

“I istanbul eskort said ok.”

“Stop playin’!”

“A promise is a promise, and I said I’d do my best to make your wish come true. I can’t go back on my word.”

Mr. Conway was stunned. Ths quiet, shy woman was gonna let him lick her titties? Was he lunchin’ or what? He finally realized that he wasn’t trippin’ when Asia pulled her top over her head to reveal her very big, very round breasts.

“What the fuck? Where in the world were you hiding those?”

“Do they really look that big?”

“Hell yeah!”

“They’re only D cup.”

“Man, I don’t know nothin’ about that. All I know is they are really, really nice looking tits. Better than I imagined.”

Mr. C smiled and his assistant returned the smile as she moved over to his chair to sit on his lap. She sat down sideways, so her lovely tits were right in front of him. She draped an arm on the back of the chair as he flicked and pulled at her hard nipples.

“Hmph. You wanted this, didn’t you Asia?” he asked as he suckled one nipple.

“Ummm, yeah, for a very long time. I was just too shy to ask.”

Mr. C’s mouth was warm and his tongue was so soft. She really liked how tender he was with her breasts. She could already feel her pussy getting wet. Mr. C enjoyed the feeling of her hard nipples in his mouth. taksim eskort How excited he was to finally be touching the titties he had admired for so long. All that licking and sucking was giving him a hard-on. He hoped Asia would let him get more than he wished for. As if she had read his mind, Asia stood up and lifted up her skirt and pulled down her panties. He caught the scent of her hot, wet pussy and decided his dick needed some fresh air. He unzipped his pants and set the beast free.

“Goddamn, I’m hard as shit!” he gasped as Asia bent over in front of him and played with her pussy. He rubbed his hand over her ass then gave it a playfull swat. “Come sit that pretty ass down on my dick, girl.”

Asia stood up then straddled his lap as he steadied his dick with his hand. He moaned as he felt her hot pussy engulfing his stiff cock. She was tight, warm, and wet just like he liked it. Once he was all the way in, he let her bounce on his dick. He couldn’t resist her tits jiggling in his face, so he caught a nipple in his mouth and sucked on it hard. For who knows how long the office was filled with the sound of flesh slapping against flesh and moans of pleasure. When Mr. C felt Asia’s pussy walls squeezing his dick, he couldn’t hold back anymore. He shot his hot seed up inside her, his mouth still clamped to her breast.

“Mmm, baby that was some good shit!” he whispered into her ear. He smiled when she whispered back.

“Mr. C, is it ok if I make a wish?”

“Sure baby.”

“Can you take me home with you so we can fuck some more?” Mr. C’s smile got even broader.

“Baby, that’s definitely a wish I can make come true!” Mr. C has been true to his word ever since.

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Maybe too much talking in this chapter for some readers, but after Vivienne’s letting everything happen to her, Sandy has to tell me how she later responded. Then we have to talk more about whether she will want to again. We don’t talk much the evening we are together, however, too busy using our mouths to arouse each other.

And then I was on my way, again wondering what they would be doing: finishing the wine, of course, maybe a beer and talking. It seemed as though Vivienne had accepted what happened – what we had all done – at least as long as I was there, and probably talking with Sandy, but maybe alone in her bed – her quite moist bed to remind her – her Catholic upbringing wouldn’t just “go to hell” as she had said. But she had whispered to Sandy about wanting to watch us “the next time,” but that thought – her first one again? – might have been still under the influence of cuddling with Sandy, something else that might bother her, but she had put her arms around us, holding us both closer when we all kissed, and letting Sandy also feel how she had pressed her hips against me when we did. Oh, Sandy could offer to let her share her bed, … but it seemed unlikely that she would agree to that …

A lot of wondering as I walked home. Then I remembered my story about accompanying a girl from the NYAC back to her place – an apartment, or hotel? Hotel, a visitor to New York – no further implications, and more believable than escorting a girl home who lived in the city. And her presence in the club could account for a longer supper with me and my friends. Hmm, luckily my parents only knew them by name, since they had begun to wonder about my irregular training schedule.

Then I was home, apologizing for being late with my story, which was accepted as the gentlemanly thing to do. My sister had already gone to bed, luckily, since she might not have been so convinced.

Later, in bed – holding myself, not that he needed any more that evening – I was still wondering about them: if Sandy needed to reassure Vivienne; if she was having misgivings about what had happened, or really had wanted it to happen – she had taken off her bra. Oh, and Sandy had told her enough about me and Pam and Sukie to give her the idea that something could happen with all three of us – and it certainly had! Maybe the upbringing of her Catholic schooling really was only a veneer that she had managed to peel off as easily as they had agreed that they could forego bathrobes. I hoped so; it wouldn’t be easy for Sandy if she had to deal with any serious misgivings. Well, I would hear more from Sandy – was there some place we could have lunch and talk besides eating hot dogs? And if it all turned out all right, what would happen “the next time,” … or between them until then? …

The next morning, too curious to wait till lunch to hear what Sandy would tell, I started a little earlier than usual and went over to the avenue she walked to work, hoping to find her at least before she entered the building. She must have read my mind, wanting to tell me, too, and anticipating that I would choose her route. She didn’t know exactly where we lived, but I found her waiting for me a couple of blocks down the avenue, grinning when she saw me.

“Oh, that’s great; I hoped we would meet, and that was great, too!” and she grinned again.

“It sure was. What happened after I left?”

“Oh, it went fine, but I was a little worried …”

“Me too.”

“… that Viv would suddenly feel all different about it, and maybe she did, a little. Her first remark after you closed the door, and we looked at each other, both still nude, was: ‘Oh gosh! That really happened?! We really did that?!’ ‘Um-hmm, real good,’ I replied. She snorted and then smiled kind of funny and agreed: ‘It sure was, but, … well, I just don’t know; I wasn’t expecting anything like that,’ and she snorted again. ‘But you expected something?’ I replied: ‘… I mean, you sure didn’t act like you didn’t want anything to happen.’ ‘No, I guess not. Hmm! Let’s finish the wine and salad.’

“So we did. While we were in the kitchen, she admitted: “Yeah, I wanted something to happen, just a little, thinking about you two getting it Friday night, and wanting it myself on the weekend. Hm-hmm, it wouldn’t have been that good, but two nights. Hmm! He may be surprised if we get together again. Yeah, I was horny and feeling deprived, … and I guess after the weekend – our talking and being more open. But I really did make the salad so that you two wouldn’t have to go out.’ ‘A good idea, thank you, …’ I replied: ‘but it worked out much better the way it did, sharing it with you.’ ‘Hm-hmm, but that really didn’t occur to me. You two just make it seem so simple. I guess I still have some hang-ups about it, … but it is too late now.’

“We’d already finished the wine and got a couple of beers before we sat down. Of course, that was funny for her, still both naked, but it didn’t seem that she was going to let that bother her, just snickering slightly as she looked at me before we started eating. ‘Yeah, mecidiyeköy escort I guess,’ she murmured to herself, and then smiled wryly as she glanced up at me and then back at her plate, continuing: “Yeah, I guess …, maybe I have been sort of fooling myself, … trying to believe that it has to do with love. Oh, sure, I really knew that it wasn’t, but, … well, … I guess I was always trying to think it should, … trying to make an excuse for just wanting to.’

“‘Maybe, …’ I agreed: ‘and not being able to just enjoy it.’ ‘Yeah, something like that. …. Hmm! Not like you, just being able to have fun playing with him, making it good for him. You were lucky that you learned to do that right from the start with that first boy.’ ‘I sure was, …’ I agreed: ‘but I never thought about it that way till now. Yeah, I was lucky.’ ‘And then you wanted me to hold him – hmm! – I’ve wanted to before, but never dared, … and then what happened; and I was wondering why you unbuttoned his whole shirt! Oh, and that too, … and I tasted it too! I really did! … And you really like it, want to do it to him?'”

Sandy grinned at me with a nod as she continued:

‘”Um-hmm, …’ I replied: ‘like “playing” with him, it’s just so good to know how good it is being for him – knowing better than … the other way.’ I didn’t want to use a word for it. ‘And they do it to us – well, he is the only one that has done it to me.’ Viv smiled with a chuckle and agreed: ‘He sure did, … to both of us. By then I wasn’t surprised at anything – at least at that moment – thinking that you were being left out.’ ‘Oh, I wasn’t, …’ I assured her: ‘well, maybe until then, a little.’ I didn’t want to tell her what I had been doing while you were …, you know.'”

Sandy had dropped her voice as we joined people waiting for the light, and we both snickered softly. As we walked on again, she continued:

“By then, it seemed that she was pleased with everything that had happened, and her next remark confirmed it. She glanced up at me a little shyly and murmured: ‘Oh, and then …, yeah, … you put my hands on your … breasts. Maybe I already wanted to – holding his …’ Both our nipples had popped out when she mentioned the word after hesitating to use it, or after admitting that she wanted to.

“Anyway, she went on: ‘Yeah, I wanted to, when you did – like with that girl in the shower. And, of course, I knew that you wanted me to, and knew why.’ She smirked at me and added: ‘We know why.’ ‘Um-hmm,’ I agreed with a snort and returned her smirk. Then she looked surprised and said: “Oh, and then you really helped me! Jeez! … Well, it was good, and what I needed just then.’ She snorted with a brief smile and added: ‘But I guess you knew that.’

“‘Um-hmm, of course,’ I agreed, reminding her that I had suggested she do it herself. ‘Did you? Yeah, I guess, but I’d never have done that with a man there,’ and she snorted again and added: ‘Maybe next time; … hope he won’t be upset.’ ‘He won’t, …’ I replied, thinking about you and emphasizing the ‘he.’ ‘Hmm!’ Viv snorted again, as though she had understood my implication, and then snorted a second time with a little smile.”

“Next time?” I asked.

“Maybe. We didn’t settle that. By then we had finished eating and drinking and cleaned up. Hm-hmm, and then had to wipe our chairs, some of yours on hers.”

We both snickered, and then slowed down as we approached our office building to let Sandy finish her story.

“Then we washed ourselves – and took our pills – and went to bed. I heard Viv’s surprised ‘Oooh’ when she felt the cold wet spots …”

“Three times.”

“Um-hmm, …” Sandy nodded with a grin: “we both slept naked, just smirking this morning. Oh, she is flying this evening, coming back Thursday.”

She looked at me knowingly with smile – maybe a cocksucking grin, it occurred to me as I suggested that we wait till the next day. She looked disappointed, but nodded when I explained that I really had to train, if only to have some sweaty laundry, that we would both just have to manage for ourselves. She snickered slightly and agreed – as though she were changing the subject as we were entering the building – suggesting that she would do some reading that evening, but her glance indicated that she was talking about the same subject.

Then we parted, agreeing to meet with the others in the cafeteria for lunch.

Pleased that Vivienne had admitted enjoying the previous evening, I didn’t have to dwell too much on what had happened or might happen. At lunch, someone mentioned seeing that we had arrived together. Without blushing, Sandy explained that we had just happened to meet. When someone else remarked that we had missed the Friday evening bar session, I explained that I had had to join my family, and Sandy said that she had had a date with a friend from her home town, adding that she expect that she would be visiting friends on the coming weekend. I assumed that she was hoping something else would work out, and her wink when we were clearing maslak eskort the table suggested the same.

That evening, I got home earlier than usual, demonstrably putting my things in the laundry. My sister thought it was a good opportunity to play scrabble again, inviting our parents to join, but they begged off, so there was just the two of us in the library. As I expected, she immediately asked why I had come home so late the night before, accepting my story with a doubtful sounding “really?” I thought about giving her a hint by mentioning that I had really accompanied two girls back to their “hotel,” but didn’t; she wouldn’t be happier by having her curiosity piqued, already knowing that some evenings I wasn’t training, making it easy for her to imagine only too correctly that I hadn’t the previous evening. We each won a game, and then she went to bed. I returned to my parents, and my father asked how my work was going, and then we went to bed.

Of course, I was thinking about Vivienne and Sandy, and wondering if she was thinking about me, doing the same thing – maybe Vivienne, too? There was a lot to think about, prolonging my enjoyment. What else was there in the book that Sandy would find interesting? I could only recall anal sex, wondering if she would want that. I didn’t need that, but if she wanted to …? Vivienne certainly wouldn’t, but I wanted to see her pussy. Would that bother her, making love while it was still light? Oh, and Sandy probably would want to see it too, not just see it; she had made that pretty clear. Vivienne would have to really stop thinking to let that happen!

If something happened Friday evening, how would it start? Not like with Sandy and me, just getting our clothes off immediately and starting. But I sure knew what she would want to do first, the next day, and on Friday – if it happened: Sandy had told her so nicely why she liked to do it. Would Vivienne be curious enough to want to try? She had said that she wanted to watch us – maybe thinking of that? Sandy and I wouldn’t have a problem about showing her. But how would it start? Would she and Sandy have become so agreed that something would happen that we could just join her in the apartment, maybe our starting with a shower, and she would join us, or just take off her clothes too? Maybe after a first cocktail, I could help her, like the second time with Sandy. I bet she looked sexy in her French-style underpants; she looked sexy without them, after I turned on the light in the bedroom. That was sweet, the way she had covered her breasts as I was getting dressed, and then we were all in the living room – but I hadn’t really looked at her, we had just become accustomed to seeing each other. I certainly would next time: her tan nipples on her neat little breasts and her neat little patch of pubic hair. Funny, whatever they had looked right on each of them – not just Sandy and Viv, my sister, Martha – had she done it with her brother? – my tutee, and Pam and Sukie, oh, and my Diotima, with hers shaved. That probably would look good on all of them – Pam had wanted to – but the variety was just as attractive.

But if Sandy wanted to do it to me – wanting to enjoy knowing how good it was for me – what would Vivienne do? Just watch? Oh, I could eat her, like with Pam and Sukie, while she watched Sandy. Maybe she would want to lean down and try it. Oh, that would be good, their taking turns – real good! – wondering who was going to get it. It should be Sandy, able to lick him on the best spot, and maybe Viv would be upset if I came in her mouth.

So in my fantasy, I came in Sandy’s. She would have liked it. It almost shot in my own mouth. I tasted what I could gather from my chin and chest and stomach. Hmm, Viv had tasted it and not complained. Maybe she would want to again before she dared to try doing it, maybe later in the evening when it wouldn’t be so much. I hoped so. I rolled over on my side and freed my loose sack from my thighs and fell asleep.

The next day at work, Sandy grinned when we saw each other, but later mentioned that she had hoped to meet me again on the way to work. I had remembered to bring my electric razor and used it at the end of the day. When we met outside the building and set off, she snickered and showed me what she had in the small Bloomingdale’s bag she was carrying. She had also been preparing for the evening; it contained her pantyhose, bra and panties, neatly arranged so that I could recognize them. She snickered again at my surprised look, and I did too as she closed the bag and whispered:

“I wanted to. I feel a little naked, … right here on the avenue. I had to cover my top in the building. Feels sexy, feeling my skirt moving on my bottom. I hope no one can see.”

“Hm-hmm, I bet, like once when I was just wearing Bermudas; nice, all hanging loose.”

“Yeah, I bet. Hm-hmm, what if you’d gotten aroused?”

“I didn’t, but it would have been a problem, … more of one than your top.”

“Hmmm!” and she grinned at me and then asked:

“Who were you fatih eskort with?”

I almost answered: “my sister,” already having started the M, but quickly changed to say: “Martha,” thankful that her name started with M.

“Um-hmm. I bet we would have had fun together.”

“Um-hmm, I am sure we would have. She said that she wanted to know what I like.”

“Hm-hmm! I do too,” and she grinned at me.

As we approached the bottle shop, I asked if I should get anything, but she said that she had the previous day, snickering, and snickering again when I asked when I would be able to take her to dinner, replying:

“Not anytime, … until next month, if you know what I mean.”

I snickered with a nod and then suggested that she walk on ahead and let me check if I could see that she didn’t have anything on under her light skirt. She snickered and agreed. I couldn’t tell, wanting to be able to, but her ass didn’t seem to look any different from those of the other women on the street, whom I all assumed had on their underwear. When I caught up with her, she feigned disappointment that I couldn’t tell, but I consoled her that I knew and had lovely image in my mind of her naked ass under her skirt. Then she noticed that I had shaved, and stroked my cheek with a grin and said that she was looking forward to feeling it somewhere else.

Both snickering, we walked on and I said:

“Vivienne was right, we make it seem simple.”

“Um-hmm, it is … with you, like with my first boyfriend, more curious about doing it than in love, … and better than the times I thought I was, … maybe a little like Viv.”

“Um-hmm,” I agreed, recalling my conversations with Martha and my tutee about “making love” and wondering if Sandy and I had so much experience or were of such like mind that we both could do with less emotional involvement, recognizing with a little pang that I still had more affectionate feelings for Martha. We walked on in silence, exchanging smiles.

Waiting for the elevator – out of sight of the doorman – I rubbed her ass, a very nice feeling, moving her skirt on her naked bottom. She smirked at me with a grin and nod, and then a snort as I started to gather up a little of her skirt, letting it fall as we got in the elevator, but then immediately gathering it all up until I had my hand on her bare ass and saw her nipples tighten.

Then we were in the apartment, and it was like before: stripping off our clothes, and then she ate me to our great mutual satisfaction, and then I ate her, relishing her orgasm. And then she wanted to fuck, and we did, sitting up, taking our time. I sucked her breasts, and we kissed, exchanging movements, chuckling when she held him and when he surged, and then I was rubbing her asshole, making her purr, until she reached down between us started rubbing her clitoris, and her asshole was asking for more of my finger, and she was clutching it and him and began to growl as her fingers moved nervously, and then she started to come, spurting as her pelvis jerked, and she came for the longest time, one long continuous orgasm with recurring peaks of intensity, making me come twice as she panted and gasped but wanted to continue, finally riding up and down for a final peak.

We collapsed with her lying heavy on top of me. It must have been a couple of minutes before we moved, she rolling off me and cuddling for a long time, almost dozing.

When we had recovered, we washed a little and had a beer, talking in the kitchen.

“Did anyone ever tell you you fuck good?” Sandy asked with a smirk.

“No one with enough experience to really know.”

“Hm-hmm! I thought I did, but maybe you a right.”

“You do too, real good, and not just fuck.”

“Thanks, but I learned that all with you, … so you must be good, … and doing it with those two girls. That must have been good.”

“Not better than with you and Vivienne, … well maybe, since they did it together.”

“I bet. I would like that, being eaten and screwed at once.”

“Or having two people eat you.”

“Did they, you do that?”

“No,” I replied as I recognized that I had been recalling Martha and my sister, and got around the question by explaining:

“But I later thought that would be good, too.”

“Hm-hmm, it sure would be, but I guess there isn’t a way to do that for you.”

“Probably not, and it wouldn’t be any better than what you can do by yourself.”

By then, we had finished our beers and taken a second one back to her bed. Before they were finished, we were eating each other, nice and leisurely, stopping to tell each other how good it was – doing it and what the other was doing with their mouth and fingers – and then doing it some more until we both came. We washed again, washing each other’s hands. As we returned to the living room, Sandy asked what I thought about “doing it that way.”

I told her that I didn’t think it would be any different for me, maybe an interesting experience, but more for the girl. She snickered and agreed, saying that she had read about it in the book, but couldn’t really imagine that it would be good, but then snorted and said that we both seemed to like to feel it there. I agreed, snorting and saying that I only liked it when he was in her mouth or pussy. “Or when your tongue is in my pussy,” she added with grin.

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Sweat poured down his forehead, stinging his eyes; that sweat that seems to be more salt than water. And the heat of the day bearing down so hard on his muscular shoulders. Four o’clock can’t arrive fast enough, and a long, cool shower, even if it is at that stupid job trailer, will feel oh so good.

“See all you dirtbags tomorrow,” the foreman growled. Relieved to have the asshole out of his site, Sam headed for his temporary job trailer, home for the last four months and probably for three or four more, until the bridge is completed, and then on to the next town, state, whatever. Sam has been doing this for seven years. Seven years since he ran out on his wife and seven years since he looked back. Women have been there often, in fact he always managed to get a “local” after a few weeks in what ever town he was in. The coffee shop girl, the convenient market cashier, and some times even the local doctor’s wife. It didn’t matter to Sam. He never wanted a long-termer. Short stays welcome. That was his motto.

Stripping himself of his sweat soaked T-shirt and beat up blue jeans, he stepped into the shower (no door; they never have ’em in these rotten beat up job trailers one calls home). He ducked his head under the water, sighing loudly. As he lifted his head to let the water pelt his sun tanned face, he’s sure he heard the sound of the trailer door closing. He turned expecting to see his roomie Matt when suddenly he realized that it’s not Matt at all, but Jackie! Yeah, “Jackie the Fuckin Flag Girl”, as the workers all call her. A real stuck up bitch. Never giving any one the time of day and always wearing those tight tube tops, showing off her tremendous tits. She just loved to tease everyone. The guys all hated her and yet they all wanted to jerk off on her, especially between those beautiful tits.

Sam could do nothing but stare, frozen in the water, like a man suspended in time. Jackie locked the door behind her, turned and smiled. She loved job trailers; a world small enough to live in and large enough to conquer. The shower was straight ahead and she knew exactly what she wanted. Nothing like a good hard fuckin, but first she wanted to taste that love machine and lick that salty sweat. She had been staring at Sam all day while she waved that stupid orange flag and talked şişli escort into that stupid static two way radio.

She couldn’t keep her eyes off his muscles, especially the bulge in his tight jeans. And now she was going to have him. Eat him for dinner and filet his ass better than any country fisherman every filleted a backwater bullhead. She knew she had his attention and she smiled slowly. A wicked smile. Water was streaming down his hair, right in his eyes, and the dumb fuck didn’t even move to wipe it out. Still grinning, she wiggled out of her tube top. Her tits bounced free, nipples erect. She looked to see what effect this was having on that salty stud. His erection was pointing right at her. “Good,” she thinks. “He’s mine now! I’ve got him right where I want him!”

Sam was shitting in his pants (or would be if he was wearing any). Here she was, bitching Jackie, stripping for HIM! And he couldn’t move anything but his twitching dick.

While he is fumbling through half-baked thoughts, she is crawling out of her tight, dusty jeans. “Holy Shit!” Sam thinks. “Bitch ain’t wearing any underwear!” She stood before him, huge tits firm and round, hard nipples pointing at his hard-on. Her pussy was clean shaven, like a little girl’s.

Jackie wants to taste him bad! His hard-on seems to have a mind of it’s own, reaching for her. She wants to fuck him, to experience his hard body driving that big, hot cock deep inside her. But first she wants to do something else…

She looks over at him and thinks, “What a stupid jerk. Standing there with his cock all eager, mouth open, water running down his face.” As she is thinking these thoughts, he finally gets a grip. He turns his face full into the shower to clear his eyes. As he turns back to her, moving out of the shower spray, she steps in. He faces her as she runs her hands over his chest. She moves into him; he is thinking she wants a kiss, but she tucks her face to his chest and licks him! She likes the taste of the sweat and salt. The manly musky odor a hardworking, poor stiff exudes. Working class. Blue collar. Her type. Someone she can control.

“I’ve gotta taste that cock,” she moans.

“Zoot alors!”, Sam mutters, high school French flaring into his otherwise scattered thoughts. beşiktaş eskort He puts his hands on her head as she begins to take him. She puts her hands on his hips and he thrusts into her mouth.

“Take it, Bitch,” he grunts. She looks up at him and does. He rams himself in her and she takes it! Her tits flop up and down, side to side, as she sucks him hard in the shower. She is good, too. When she withdraws, she strokes on the up with her hand. When she is going down, her tongue is dancing on his head. Her tongue flicks his balls as she takes his entire 9 inches down her throat. He is getting hot and thinks she wants him to shoot his hot load in her mouth.

Jackie is getting hotter by the minute. She can feel he is very close, as his cock gets that pre-cum hardness and she tastes the pre-cum juices in her mouth. “Now he is ready to fuck me,” she thinks. She steps back quickly, out of the shower.

“Fucking cock tease,” he thinks. “No way that bitch is gonna get out of here without me shooting my load in her!” He shuts off the water and storms out of the shower, his cock leading the way. He stops suddenly when he sees her on his bed.

She looks up at his angry face and his hard cock. “Good!” she thinks, “He’s full of passion now and I’m gonna get good and fucked!” He storms over to the bed and stands above her. Before she knows what happens, he has his face buried in her pussy. “Oh!” she exclaims. This doesn’t normally happen. She is always in control. She, the supreme Bitch, always getting what she wants. Spoiled, but tolerated because of her beautiful body. Men always do what she wants, slaves to their desire for her. But this man… This lowly blue collar worker with the body of a God. While her mind is stunned, her body is not. Suddenly, she screams and has the most intense orgasm! She cums all over his face. He laps it up and now SHE is the slave.

“Oh, do that again,” she helplessly murmurs.

As his anger subsides, his desire does not. Somehow he got the upper hand. HE is now in control of this beautiful body! He wastes not a moment. He works her body like a musician, an artist. He has her cumming at the flick of a finger, at the swipe of a tongue. Her body is his.

She is finally sated. She does not know what to fulya eskort do. This has never happened before. This man has been able to reduce her haughty bitch self to a trembling, begging wimp. She opens her eyes when she can finally see again. He is poised over her, the biggest, hardest cock she has seen in a long time, ready to enter her.

His need is great. He sees she is ready now to be really fucked. He knows he won’t last long, now, but he is really gonna send himself deep. He has never been this big before, the pressure in his cock reaching all the way back to his ass, his balls tight with the need to cum. As he gets ready to thrust into her, he hears the door of the trailer open. “Oh, shit,” he thinks. “That’s gotta be Matt.” She does not seem to be aware they have a visitor. He casually looks over and makes eye contact with Matt (whose eyes take in the whole scene in a micro-second). Sam nods quickly to his wide-eyed roomie, motioning for him to get out of sight.

Knowing he now has an audience to witness this moment he is sure no one would believe anyway, he is hotter than ever. He positions his head right at her opening. He sets it in just an inch. Making sure he has the right angle…

She knows Matt is there, and knows Sam thinks she has no clue. Ah, getting deeply fucked with an audience. Hot, Oh Baby, so hot… He is lined up and ready. She needs him to fuck her. She nudges her pussy at his head and, suddenly, he thrusts. Oh! She bucks with him. He fucks her deeply. In all the way. Out until just the head is left in. Then in again. Out. In. Out. He is hitting her hard and she opens herself to the deepest penetration. The tempo increases. Her huge tits are flopping like a fish on shore. Oh! She is going to cum again! This is unreal!

He is now not aware of anything but fucking this bitch. Matt is forgotten. He is just a fucking machine. He feels her relaxing inside and knows she is ready to cum. As is he. One more deep thrust and there it goes. He pumps her full of his hot cum. His toes curl. Every muscle in his body flexes as he shoots deep inside her. His cum is so complete, after all the lead-up action, his balls tingle and he feels it all the way through his ass.

It’s all over. She got good and fucked. She dresses quickly, sways her hips Matt’s way as she winks and exits the trailer like a Princess.

Sam jumps back in the shower as Matt calls out, “Did I really see what I thought I saw? Did you just screw the shit out of Jackie the Fuckin Flag Girl?”

Tomorrow sure was gonna be an interesting day at the job site…

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