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It was past nine o’clock before I woke. By the time I’d brushed my teeth and put on the bathrobe, my parents and Craig were sitting around the breakfast table, sipping coffee.

“You look like you’ve been out in a windstorm,” said Dad. “When are you going to cut it again?”

“I’ve worn it long for five years, Dad.” I didn’t remind him that I’d grown it for Mike. Even after the divorce, I kept it long. It attracted flattering comments and lustful looks, especially in Bernie’s Grill, where looking sexy paid off in tips.

I picked a piece of toast from Craig’s plate, spread some jam on it, and began to chew. My mother glared at this minor evidence of intimacy, but said nothing.

“Can I get you some coffee?” asked Craig, standing up.

I nodded, and he said, “A little milk, right?” He knew exactly how I took my coffee, but clearly, he was trying to avoid revealing the degree of our intimacy.

“As always,” I said. “And another slice of toast. You know how I like it.” My mother’s face reddened, but she said nothing. I didn’t like provoking her, but I wanted her to understand that I’d really put Mike behind me.

“So what’s on the schedule for today?” I asked.

Mom said, “The Labor Day parade in Morris is at 10 o’clock, and there’s a memorial service for the Grundy County men killed in Viet Nam right afterward. So I guess folks will start showing up around noon. We’ll start the cookout at four. We moved it up an hour so you could get back to the city before it gets too dark.”

I showered and brushed out my hair, and put on a tee shirt that was about a size too small, some short-shorts, and a pair of socks and sneakers. I looked myself up and down in the mirror. Am I only doing this to show Mike what he’s missing? Or so I could display my assets for Craig? Maybe it was both. A brick sat in the pit of my stomach, nervousness over the coming encounter between Mike and Craig. Anything could happen.

Just as I was applying a touch of lipstick, an engine throbbed outside. I recognized that sound. Mike had never put a decent muffler on his Gran Fury. He liked the throaty rumble that announced his arrival, and claimed to like the smell of exhaust inside the car. I finished my ablutions quickly so I could be there when Mike and Craig met.

When I went out onto the porch, Mike had just unfolded his long body from the car. We both froze, staring at each other. He was unchanged–three days’ growth of beard, long stringy hair, NRA tee shirt, faded jeans, black biker boots.

“How are you, RoseAnn?” he said, with unexpected gentleness.

I couldn’t help myself. The broad shoulders and penetrating blue eyes made my pussy clench and grow wet. My own body was betraying me.

“I’m fine, Mike. You okay?” I tried to make my voice as neutral as possible.

He shrugged and opened the Gran Fury’s back door, retrieving a case of Bud.

His passenger, a heavy, red-haired girl, struggled to get out of the car. Once she stood up, I saw that she wore a sling on her left arm, which, together with her weight, had made an awkward chore of getting out of the car. With a shock, I remembered who she’d been, about a hundred pounds ago.

“Do I see Cheryl Norman?”

She must have seen the surprise on my face. “I guess you remember the thinner me,” she said shyly. “Trailer park disease, RoseAnn. I guess nearly all of us get it.”

True enough. She’d been one of the slimmest, most attractive girls in my high school class. While I lived with Mike, I’d watched other women pile on the weight in the tight social environment of the trailer park. Too much time alone, too much television, too many gossip sessions over boxes of Dunkin Donuts or burgers and shakes from McDonald’s. I’d had to keep lots of fruit and iced tea on hand to keep my own weight under control.

I pointed to her arm. “Hurt yourself?”

Mike reflexively tried to move between Cheryl and me, and it told me all I needed to know.

She blushed. “I fell bursa escort down the trailer steps. You know, when you carry a basket of laundry and you can’t see where you’re going. Sooner or later, well…” She saw Mike’s fierce glance and shut up.

I was tempted to call her on it. After all, I’d built the laundry room with my own hands, and made it accessible from floor level. It wasn’t necessary to go down any steps. But this wasn’t the time or place to set off fireworks, not with Craig and my family present.

The screen door banged behind me. It was Craig.

“Craig,” I said, “this is Mike Perez and his friend Cheryl Norman. We were all in high school together.” I turned back. “This is Craig Warburton. He works at Circle Campus.”

“You forgot to say,” said Mike, “you and I were married until a year ago.”

“Craig knows that.” I didn’t know what to say next, but Craig took it out of my hands. He stepped down and shook Mike’s hand, and then Cheryl’s. He was a foot shorter than Mike. “You a Sox fan, Professor?” asked Mike, opening a conversation that soon had the two men sitting on the hood of the Gran Fury, sipping at beers. He didn’t normally like beer, so I knew he was working to fit in. Good for you, Craig.

I sat on the steps, sipping at my own beer and listening, while Cheryl looked uncomfortably about for a place to sit down. She finally opened the car of Mike’s car and leaned against the front seat. As the men talked, I watched the thick muscles under Mike’s tee shirt, the bulging biceps, the slim waist, the brilliant blue eyes. How could I still feel an ache for him after all this time, and after the things that happened? The good memories came unbidden, so I forced myself to recall kneeling on the hard linoleum floor, my hands gripping the backs of his solid thighs, his cock thrusting into my mouth and brushing the back of my throat.

I felt cool sweat on my neck, and hot moisture in my crotch. I was getting excited. That was just stupid and ridiculous. I felt nothing for Mike, not any more.

I glanced at Craig, and he was looking at me, and his eyes were troubled. Could he see my thoughts?

I escaped inside the house and helped my mother get sandwiches ready for the lunch snack. Most of the work had been done before Craig and I had arrived, but there were still a hundred details.

A few at a time, the relatives and friends drifted in. “Hey, RoseAnn, is that your new boyfriend talking to Mike outside?” asked my Aunt Jenna. “He’s a little short, isn’t he?”

“He’s big where it counts,” I said. I waited for the surprised gasp from my mother before I laughed and said, “He’s got a big heart.” This drew smirks and snorts of laughter from the women who were quickly filling up the kitchen and fussing with the food they brought.

Through the window, I watched the arriving men form a circle around the hood of Mike’s car. A couple of my male cousins were missing. They’d been caught in the draft and sent to Viet Nam, but they’d be back for next year’s Labor Day.

I imagined half of the men were waiting for some sort of confrontation between Mike and Craig. My stomach turned leaden as I dreaded the coming afternoon.

We carried the plates of sandwiches outside to the picnic table, and soon everyone was eating. Lawn chairs clustered in groups, mostly divided by sex and age. Conversation hummed in the warm afternoon. The garbage bin quickly filled up with Bud and Busch empties, until my Uncle Albert finally suggested, “Anyone for baseball? I brought my equipment.”

“Make it softball, and I’m in,” I said. “How about you, Craig?”

“I’ll bet Craig only plays sixteen-inch,” taunted Mike. “Don’t you, Craig?”

“Anything else would be crazy in the city,” said Craig, not rising to the bait.

I only knew ‘sixteen-inch’ as a form of softball peculiar to Chicago. The ball was larger and softer than a softball, so the game could be played in vacant lots or a street lined with parked cars. It rarely bursa escort bayan broke windows, an added advantage. I’d never played it myself. Finding open space to play baseball or touch football had never been an issue in Bitumen.

We trooped the half-block to the two vacant lots that had served as a local park for most of my life. Mike walked on ahead, carrying a bat and tapping a ball ahead of himself down the street as if playing miniature golf.

Craig dropped back to walk with me. “I like your family.”

“They’re good people,” I said.

He lowered his voice. “I like Mike, too. I expected different, after everything you said.”

“Don’t trust him. He can act fine when other people are around. In school, he was always the tough guy that’d fight anybody. Everyone wanted to be his friend.”

“Yeah, I know how that works.”

“But he can turn nasty in a split second. Don’t think for a moment that Cheryl’s wearing that sling because she fell down some steps.”

Nobody disputed the choice of team captains. Mike and Albert, same as every family occasion since Mike entered the family. But they didn’t pick teams. In past years, some people were angry at always being last chosen, so Albert had proposed another method. Everyone lined up in order of height, then the tallest went to Mike’s team, next-tallest to Albert’s, and so on.

Since I was tallest, other than Mike, I went to Mike’s team. After some shuffling, Craig ended up with Albert’s team.

Mike was first at bat, and on the second pitch, popped a fly high to center field. Craig stood dumbly on the grass, shielding his eyes, as if trying to find the ball against the sun. I almost shouted, ‘Craig, go for it!’ before remembering I was on Mike’s team.

Craig abruptly danced two steps to one side and snagged the ball from the air without effort. I laughed out loud, and Mike turned in my direction, puzzled.

“Good hit,” I said to him, smiling innocently.

It was my turn at bat, and Albert easily struck me out in four pitches.

In the bottom of the second inning, Craig finally came up at bat against Mike. Mike walked him by pitching four inside balls that came within inches of Craig’s belly, forcing him to jump back. Craig trotted out until he stood next to me, where I covered first base.

“This is fun,” he said, with a wide grin.

I smiled back. “Be careful. Mike’s good at this.”

Mike lobbed an easy pitch to my Aunt Helen, who swung wildly and hit a grounder directly to him. Instead of putting her out at first, he spun and threw to second base and Craig was out. To some, this may have looked like normal strategy, but I knew what Mike was about. He glanced at me to confirm I’d been watching. His smirk said, see how smoothly, how effortlessly I dealt with your boyfriend? One way or another, Craig was not going to get a chance to be the hero of today’s game.

For the rest of the game, Mike walked Craig almost every time. Once, during the eighth inning, Craig took a chance, hopped back just as Mike released, and hit the ball solidly, just over Mike’s outstretched fingers. But the shortstop, Dad’s friend Pete, snatched the ball from the air, ending the inning. Craig trotted to his place in center field, but couldn’t help but look back at me with a grin on his face.

Cheryl watched the game from an aluminum chair, which creaked and tilted and looked ready to collapse. As we returned to the house, she looked at me with a mixture of terror and hatred. She was pleading, don’t take Mike away from me.

Don’t worry, Cheryl. I’ve been where you are, and I’m not going back.

The feast resumed, and after the sun, exercise, and five beers, I felt loose and pleasant as the sun set behind the house. Burgers and brats sizzled on the grill, and the picnic table was covered with salads, cakes, and cookies.

Twice, Craig came and sat near me, but soon found himself frozen out of the conversation, in spite of my attempts to draw him escort bursa in. Each time, he wandered back and rejoined the men, who immediately included him in their deliberations. Thus, he learned how parties were conducted in our part of rural America.

The beer did what beer does, and I set down my empty plate and went into the toilet. When I finished, I opened the door to find Mike waiting in the hall.

“It’s all yours,” I said, moving to pass him.

He blocked my way. “I wanted to see you.”

“About?”

“I miss you. I wish you’d come back. All those things I did, that’s all in the past. It’s different now.”

“I could tell by the sling on Cheryl’s arm. You’ve graduated to major injury. That’s what’s different.” But I couldn’t help but return his gaze. Those blue steel eyes, radiating strength and confidence, shot electricity into my crotch. I could smell his sweat in the confined hallway, and it brought back memories.

“Cheryl’s a cow. I want you.” He put his arms around me and half-walked, half-lifted me backwards into a nearby bedroom. I made feeble attempts to break free, but my resistance melted as he forced a kiss on me. I tried again to push away, but too many memories got in the way–his smell, the taste of his lips, the rasp of his unshaven chin, the tight grip of his arms. I remembered him at his best, in his senior year of high school, when I looked up at him from the perspective of a star-struck tenth-grader. He was master of everything and everyone around him. And of all the women who threw themselves at him, he’d wanted me. My panties grew warm and damp.

I kissed him back and immediately hated myself for it. The alcohol. It was the alcohol, I hoped.

“Stay here with me,” he whispered. “I need you back home. Everything will be different.”

“What about Cheryl?” I said again.

“She’ll understand. Anyway, she’s got nowhere to go. Her folks don’t want her back.”

“Three of us, living together?” I couldn’t believe I was actually continuing this conversation. I was even seeing advantages to two women sharing the chores.

There was a scuff on the hall carpet, and I looked past Mike’s shoulder to see the back of Craig’s plaid shirt passing the open door, headed toward the toilet. The door closed and the lock clicked.

My stomach clenched in panic, and I pushed free of Mike. “It’s too late for that. I’ve moved on. I’ve got a scholarship and a good man, and my life’s going to be different.”

I left Mike behind, resumed my place in the lawn chair, and swigged at the rest of my beer. But I was worried. Had Craig seen us together? How much had he seen?

A moment later, I got my answer. My father sidled past and tapped me on the shoulder. “Where’s Craig going? I just saw him take off in that old Studebaker of his. Is everything okay?”

I felt as though I’d been punched in the stomach. I tried to sound as cheery as I could. “Oh, yes, everything’s fine.” I waited a decent few minutes and wandered out to where the cars were parked. Sure enough, Craig’s car was gone.

I felt sick to my stomach, and I had another thought. Classes started tomorrow morning, early. I had to get back to Chicago tonight, somehow. I went into the house and found the telephone extension in my parents’ bedroom.

“Rosie, is that you? You sound awful,” said Candy, from her folks’ place.

I wiped tears away. “I’ll tell you about it later. Can I get a ride back to Chicago with you?”

She paused a moment. “It sounds serious. But we’re in the middle of supper. I won’t be leaving until seven o’clock or so. Is that okay?”

I washed my face with cold water and went back outside, forcing a smile and giving the same answer to everyone who asked where Craig went. “He had to get back early. I’m riding to Chicago with Candy.”

About seven-thirty, while Candy’s Buick idled in front of the house, I said my good-byes to everyone. My mother followed me out to the front of the house. “Your boyfriend just left, without saying thanks or good-bye, or anything at all. Tell him I think he’s been very rude.”

“I’ll give him hell, Mom.”

“Did you say good-bye to Mike?”

“No, and I don’t intend to. Good-bye, Mom.”

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I first met Brittany at an out of state wedding. So cliche, but it’s true. My wife chose to stay home and work, which I was used to, so I made the trip solo. I arrived the night before-plenty of time to check out the resort and meet the wedding party and their families.

Brittany’s husband was in the wedding, but neither one made an immediate impression on me. Brittany is attractive, in a girl-next-door way. Slender, with long brown hair and distracting dark eyes. We exchanged polite pleasantries, but drifted back to our individual circles of friends.

The next day, we all gathered at the pool. Brittany and her husband were lounging in the sun and I noticed her swimsuit revealed a toned, athletic figure. Trying not to leer, I participated in a few hours of small talk with the families, noticing Brittany each time she changed position or adjusted her suit. Her husband seemed oblivious, concentrating on his cell phone screen.

I tried several times to engage Brittany in friendly casual conversation, but she was cool and polite. I decided to stop trying so hard to be nice to her and focused my attention on my buddies.

I didn’t see her again until the wedding, and we didn’t actually speak until the reception. I was sitting at a table, nursing a glass of wine, talking with some of the extended family. Brittany approached me with two glasses and sat down.

“Hi.” She said, “Since we’re both here alone, we may as well hang out.”

“Um…isn’t your husband here?” I replied.

“Well, in case you haven’t noticed, he’s finger fucking his phone.”

I glanced a few tables over, and sure enough, this dude was seriously into his bahis firmaları phone.

“What’s up with that?” I asked.

Brittany sighed. “That’s my life.”

“What is he even doing?”

“I think it’s online poker tonight.”

“Wow.” I said, “Not judging, but that’s odd and maybe borderline rude.”

She laughed. “There’s nothing ‘borderline’ about it.”

We continued refilling our glasses and talking. The DJ had an excellent selection of music and we eventually made our way to the dance floor. I had a nice wine buzz going and became a little less inhibited in checking her out. I’m by no means a handsome model type, but I felt confident and comfortable with her. For her part, she seemed to appreciate the attention. We caught each others glances several times while dancing and smiled.

She leaned in as we walked back to our table and said, “I feel like I owe you an apology!”

Confused, I asked, “For what?”

She said, “You were just trying to be nice at the pool today and I was acting like a stuck up bitch!”

I said, “You think so?”

She giggled. “You’re not disagreeing?”

I smiled and drained my glass. “You want a refill?”

She raised hers in reply.

The bartender station inside the reception hall was deserted.

“He’s probably getting clean glasses.” I said, “Come on, let’s go outside for a minute!”

The hotel sported a large outside balcony overlooking the river. The night was warm, and only a few people occupied the many tables, eating and drinking by candlelight.

We made our way to the rail in a quiet corner, admiring the view. The lights of the city, combined kaçak iddaa with the sounds of the water made for a nice ambiance.

“This is nice.” She sighed. “I’m having a much better time than I thought I would.”

“Ah, that’s just the wine!” I teased.

She bumped me with her shoulder. “Hey!” I protested, laughing, “No need to get physical!”

“I can get as physical as I want!” She replied, flirting.

“Ohhhh you think so?” I teased. “Maybe I’m not that kind of guy!”

She moved her face close to mine. “I think I finally know EXACTLY what kind of guy you are. For one thing, you’re too much of a gentleman to make the first move.”

She leaned in and kissed me on the mouth. Gently, then more urgently. I tasted wine and my head swam. She opened her mouth to accept my tongue and they danced together. I brought my hands up to her face, holding her head while I kissed her. I felt her hands on the pack of my head, then my shoulders. She squeezed my muscles and I was hoping she liked what she felt. She moaned in my mouth and I focused on pleasing her with kisses.

Everybody likes to be kissed differently. I always try different things and pay attention to how the other person responds. I hope this makes me “a good kisser.”

I felt her press her body against me and I slid an arm around her waist, bringing her closer. She was getting me excited, and I’m sure she could feel it. She didn’t pull away, which I took as permission to continue. I slowly moved my hand from her face down her neck and onto her shoulder. We continued kissing as I found myself gently touching her through her dress. She must have had a strapless bra, kaçak bahis but I could feel her nipple harden through the fabric. Her breathing was becoming labored and I focused my attention on teasing the hell out of that nipple. I began kissing her neck and ear, which made her shiver.

“Don’t stop!” She whispered, “I can’t believe it but I’m close.”

I certainly didn’t have any intention of stopping, but as a man who likes to go slow and take his time, I was surprised this was going to end so quickly.

She pressed her hips to mine and ground against me. Clearly, she could feel my hardness through our clothes and was using it to stimulate herself.

I continued kissing her face, her neck, ears, shoulders and lips. Suddenly she moaned into my mouth and her body spasmed violently in my arms.

I held her as she came, her head on my shoulder. After several seconds, which felt like hours, she lifted her head and looked at me.

“Wow!” She whispered, smiling. “That was crazy!”

I was happy I had pleased her. “Yeah?”

“Oh my God!” She stood on wobbly legs. “Yeah! Oh my God, I needed that!”

She looked back over her shoulder towards the reception hall, then down at my obvious erection. “Oh. Um…”

“Look,” I put a hand on her shoulder. “We haven’t gotten naked or had sex. Why don’t you go back in first and I’ll follow along in a few minutes. I’ll take care of this later, thinking about what might have happened next.”

Relief flooded her face. “I don’t know what to say. That’s really amazing of you.”

I said, “I’m extremely attracted to you, and we had too much wine and got carried away. But, we have real lives to go back to.”

She sighed, “Unfortunately.”

She adjusted her dress, kissed me gently on the lips, then made her way back to the reception.

Thankfully, it didn’t end there. To be continued.

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She sits there on her bar stool, fingers playing with her almost empty wine glass. Blood red nails sliding up and down the stem, the rim of the glass stained with her lipstick. She looks around the classy bar, eyes running over the bodies of the men who are gathered there.

As she goes to turn back to the bar, she spots the man she wants. He’s walking through the door, pausing to let his eyes adjust to the low lighting. He too takes a moment to look around. As his gaze lands on her, she looks him straight in the eye, one eye brow rising, a small smile curving her lips.

He lets his gaze move over her body from a distance. He likes what he sees. He’s forgotten where he is standing and is bumped from behind, breaking the spell. He murmurs an apology to the people behind him and moves deeper into the bar. He makes his way toward her, moving slowly so he doesn’t show too much eagerness.

Seeing him being bumped from behind, she turns back to the bar, picks up her wine glass and drains the rest of the wine. She turns to her right, watching as he makes his way to the empty bar stool beside her. As he sits down he takes another long look at her body, running over her seductive curves. As his gaze runs down her legs, he notices that she’s wearing knee high leather boots.

He realises what he’s doing and quickly looks up, straight into her piercing blue eyes. She runs the pink tip of her tongue over her bottom lip, leaving a trail of moisture. “Buy a thirsty girl a drink,” she asks in a husky voice. He motions to the bar tender, orders another glass of white wine for her and a bourbon on the rocks for himself. He needs a stiff drink, it’ll suit the way his cock is at the moment.

“Let me introduce myself,” she says, sticking out her right hand. “I’m Belle and you are?” He grasps her hand, shaking it slightly as he responds with his name. “Pleased to meet you,” she purrs. He picks up his glass and takes a big swallow, choking slightly at taking more than he expected. He coughs as the bourbon burns down his throat, making his eyes water. She chuckles softly and pats him on the back.

“Don’t go dying on me now, I’ve only just met you.” She sips her drink as she watches him recover. Quite unexpectedly she drops her right hand down onto his thigh, feeling the muscles bunch under her fingers. Leaning close to his ear, she blows gently. “Come home with me, sugar. I’ll make it worth your while.” Her warm breath sends shivers down his spine, making his cock harden more in his pants. He looks at her, opens his mouth to respond. She moves forward quickly, pressing her lips against his. Her tongue snakes out and runs along his bottom lip.

Before he could return the favour, she leans back on her bar stool, serene smile planted on her face. Grabbing his glass, he swallows the rest of his drink, throws some money on the counter and grabs her hand. Pulling her to her feet, he heads toward the door of the bar, several heads turning to watch them making a hasty getting away, knowing smiles jumping to their faces.

Once outside he hails a taxi. A taxi screeches to a halt at the footpath. He opens the door, beckons for her to slide in, then follows behind her. Before he has a chance to give his address, she gives the driver hers. He looks at her with questioning eyes. She explains that her place in nearby and she’d feel more comfortable there. He grins and starts to lean in to kiss her but she stops him with a finger to his lips. A small frown furrows his brow.

She doesn’t answer the unspoken question, just traces her finger around his lips, leaving a tingling trail in its wake. She moves closer to him, still running her finger over his lips, evading his mouth as he tries to suck her finger into his mouth. Slipping her other hand into his hair, she massages his nape. She can feel him relax even more, so she allows the tip of her finger to go into his mouth, gasping as it touches his tongue.

The taxi comes to a halt at her house. He hands over the fare, opens the door and climbs out with Belle close behind him. As they reach her door, she pulls out her keys, bahis firmaları unlocks it and pulls him inside, slamming the door behind them. She takes him to the lounge room, switching a lamp on low. “I’ll be back in a minute, changing into something a little more comfortable,” she says.

As she walks out of the room and heads toward her room, he starts to slip off his shoes and jacket, placing them on an armchair. Not sure whether to get totally undressed or not, he decides just to strip naked and be ready for when she comes back.

She enters her room, unbuttoning her white blouse. Pulling it off, she unzips her skirt and grabs a few of her favourite items. She heads back down stairs and into the lounge room. She spies him sitting naked on the couch. She laughs softly and tells him that she’s impressed. He looks up to find her standing half clothed. His cock hardens painfully as he looks at her wearing a black leather bustier, knee high black boots and black lace panties.

She walks slowly into the room, placing the items on a coffee table. She stands in front of him. He looks at her standing there, legs apart, hands on hips. She’s rocking back and forth a little bit. As she rocks her can see the moisture that’s pooled in her panties but on closer inspection, sees that it is on the inside of her thighs as well.

He stands up and moves toward her but she stops him with a hand on his bare chest. “I want to have a little fun with you tonight. You wont get hurt,” she informs him. He raises his eyebrows questioningly at her but decides to play along.

She walks over the coffee table and picks up a set of handcuffs. She snaps first one on his wrist and then the other. After she’s cuffed him she lightly rakes her red nails down his chest and belly, stopping at his cock. She grasps him lightly, but then tightens her grip. With him still in her hand, she turns toward the table again, picking up the whip he hadn’t seen.

She walks toward the stairs, pulling him along by his cock. They climb upstairs, heading toward her large room. As he enters he sees her king size bed, lets out a sigh of relief and starts to head toward it. But is stopped when she tightens her grip even more, reminding him that she’s in control. He looks at her, then notices a large hook in the wall and a rope hanging from him.

A cold sweat breaks out over his body. He’s really worried no about what he’s gotten himself in for. She leads him over to the hook, letting go of his cock. She tells him to raise his arms so she can attach him to the hook. He does what she says, hoping that she wont hurt him. She turns and walks away. While she’s got her back turned, he takes a chance to look around the room.

He notices there’s an armchair facing him about 2 metres away. And on the table beside it is a variety of sex toys. She turns back to him, picking up a feather tickler. As she comes back to him, she places a passionate kiss on his lips, pressing her body against his. Now he thinks this isn’t half as bad as he thought.

As she continues to kiss him, she takes the feather tickler, running it up and down his thighs and across his belly. Tossing the tickler away, she kisses a trail across his chest, down his belly, stopping before she got to his cock. She drops down into a squat, his cock right in front of her face. She can almost hear him willing her to suck it, take it between her lips and make him cum.

But she doesn’t. With one of her hands, she pushes his rigid cock to the side, placing a kiss on his ball sack. Rising to her full height, she moves to the armchair and sits down. As she sinks into the seat’s cushions, she spreads her legs, her wet panties clinging to her pussy lips.

“Now if you’re a good boy, you wont have to worry about getting hurt. This whip beside me is mainly for show, but I like to use it at times,” she informs him. She moves forward a little so she’s closer to the edge of the seat. Leaning back, she lifts up her left leg, placing it over the arm of the chair. Reaching down, she starts to run her fingers up and down the wet lace.

He can see kaçak iddaa her pussy lips slowly open under the lace. She slips the fabric to one side, giving him the perfect view of her sex. She continues to run her fingers up and down her pussy, but this time running them around the edge of her lips, not touching her swollen clit. He looks up to her face and sees her staring at him. She can read his mind, read that he wants to be the one pleasuring her.

Belle slips her fingers down low on her pussy, moving them in a circle around her entrance before pushing two fingers in as far as she can. Her eyes close and a moan escapes her lips. She pulls them back out and then slides them back in again, deeper this time. Without opening her eyes, she reaches over to the coffee table and grabs a vibrator from it. A small smile comes to her lips as she thinks of how good it is to tease this man, knowing he wants to pleasure her but cant because he’s restrained.

Turning on the vibrator, she runs it over her clit, gasping at the sensations shooting through her. She works it around in a circle as she moves it lower and lower until she slides it into her. Raising her hips off the chair, she takes it deeper. He watches on in fascination, his cock twitching, his mouth watering, wanting to taste her. As he watches, she pulls the vibrator from her pussy, drops it onto the table and stands up, making her way to him. She releases him from the hook but leaves him handcuffed. She grabs the chain of the cuffs and pulls him back toward the chair.

Sitting down, she puts her leg back over the arm of the chair. Grabbing his head, she guides his head between her legs and tells him to lick her like a good boy. Not needing to be told twice, he sets a fast pace on her clit, running his tongue back and forth over her swollen bud. He shifts his tongue lower to lick at her entrance, but feels the sting of the whip across his naked back.

Not sure if she’ll whip him again, but willing to risk it, he slides two fingers deep into her soaked pussy. The loud moan she lets loose tells him that she wont whip him. Finding her g-spot he works his fingers furiously on it, his tongue still working at its fast pace. “Good boy, good slave,” she praises him.

She shoves her fingers through his hair, holding him to the exact spot. “Don’t stop,” she says quietly. He can feel her pussy squeezing his fingers, letting him know she’s about to orgasm. Suddenly she jerks, pushing his face tighter against her clit. She lets out a scream as she squirts her cum over his fingers. He moves his mouth down, licking and trying to catch all of her cum.

Belle still has twitches moving though her. He stops flicking his tongue and is about to move his fingers out. Again the sting of the whip hits him across the back. “Don’t stop,” she tells him. Again he licks at her clit, noticing how much more she trembles and twitches with each stroke. He’s amazed that he can feel her pussy tightening again so soon. He stops licking and begins sucking her clit. This sends Belle over the edge again. She moans loudly as she bucks harder against his lips.

This time he moves away while she’s still shuddering. He sits on the floor, watching her face as she comes down. She opens her eyes, they’re bright from the pleasure she just had. She leans forward, kissing him on the lips, tasting her own cum. She runs her tongue over his chin, cleaning him up a little. “Let me take those cuffs off you,” she says. Grabbing the key, she unlocks them and takes them off him.

Seeing his chance, he grabs them from her, snapping them on her wrists. “What? What are you doing?” she asks. “Now its your turn to being handcuffed,” he informs her. “Hey, that’s not fair,” she pouts.

But he lifts her, carrying her to the hook where he was attached not too long ago. He ties her to the hook, facing the wall. He reaches around the front of her, unzipping the leather bustier and pulling it off her. Now she’s naked except for the boots, but he’s decided to leave them on. He leans close to her ear and tells her she’s not to make a noise.

He runs his kaçak bahis hands over her, starting with her breasts, her nipples pebbling against his palms. He squeezes them, a small moan rising from her throat. With one hand on her breasts, he runs the other down her spine, cupping and squeezing her arse when he reaches it. He pulls his hand back and slaps it across her arse cheek, a sharp intake of breath her only response.

He stands directly behind her, rubbing his cock against her. The hand at her breasts makes its way down her belly to her pubic mound. He pushes her back against him. He moves back from her a bit, moves her legs apart to where he wants them. He goes to the coffee table and picks up two items. Her whip and a set of anal beads.

He kneels down behind her, getting the perfect view of her pussy from behind. He takes her whip, and runs the handle around the tight entrance of her pussy. He slips it inside of her, pushing until almost the whole handle is inside of her and she’s quivering. He pulls it almost fully out of her and then pushes it back in. He slowly fucks her with the whip handle, watching her pussy muscles grip at it.

He stops and pulls it fully out, dropping it to the floor and dips his index finger into her. He pulls his finger free of her and works it gently around her rear hole. As he continues to work her arse with is finger, he slides the anal beads into her pussy to coat them with her juices. Pulling the beads out, he slowly slides them into her arse, until they’re all inside.

He massages her butt cheeks, making sure she’s nice and relaxed. He grasps his cock in his right hand, slowly stroking it, letting the wet tip rub against her arse. He tells her to lean stick her arse out a little and to lean forward a little bit. Once she’s moved to the way he wants her, he reaches around the front of her, spreading her wet lips.

He moves in behind her, finding her entrance and slowly pushes deep into her. Belle forgets what he told her and lets out a moan as his throbbing cock fills her. The sound of the hard slap he deal across her arse cheeks echoes around the room. The sting causing her to hiss. He grabs her by the hips and starts to thrust in and out of her.

He pulls all the way out, then shoves back into her, his balls pressed against her clit. His slow fucking is driving her insane. She wants to feel him slam into her, his balls slapping at her clit. She tries to look over her shoulder at him, but the fall of her hair makes it difficult. He senses her needs, pulls her hair back from her face, grasps it in one hand to pull her head back a bit.

Her moan vibrates through her, making him slap her arse cheek again. He steps up the pace, wanting to fill her full of his thick white cream. He pulls back and slams into her, a grunt of satisfaction coming from him. He does it again, pulling her head back a bit more. He leans forward and starts to kiss her neck, then sucks on it, branding her.

He lets go of her hair only to gather it again, getting a better grip. He’s throbbing so much. Her pussy is clenching on his thick shaft. One hand in her hair, the other on her hip, he slams her harder and harder. He’s grunting from the effort, Belle’s begging him, to cum, to make her cum again.

She starts to shudder, squeezing his cock, trying to milk him. She screams as her orgasm hits her hard. He remembers the anal beads and slowly pulls them out of her arse, one by one. She bucks back against him. He lets go of her hair, grasps her hips with both hands and slams her again, once, twice and then shoots thick wads of cum inside of her twitching pussy. As he’s still coming, he pulls out and sprays the rest of his seed onto her back and arse.

Knees trembling, he leans against her, catching his breath. He kisses her shoulders and asks if she’s alright. Head bent, she murmurs that she’s perfectly fine and that she’d like to be released so she can sit down and let her legs become stable again.

He unlocks the cuffs and helps her to her bed. She lays on her stomach, her breathing back to normal. He straddles her hips and softly massages her until she drifts off to sleep. He heads down to the lounge room, gets dressed and leaves her a note. Call me anytime you wish to play again…..maybe next time we’ll do my fantasy, lol. XXX

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Idea by SexyFem18
Written by Lillian de Jong and Miro Antonio White

Olivia woke up so suddenly it was as if someone had yelled in her ear. For a few moments she was disorientated and then she realized she was in her own room. It just looked a bit different seeing as she and her parents had just peeled off all the wall paper. Right then in the early morning sunlight her room looked like a wet cardboard box. She inhaled sharply and realized that the smell of the wet wall paper still lingered in the air. Not that much but it was still there. She wrinkled her nose at the smell and glanced at her alarm clock. She was instantly out of bed and rushing towards the shower. She was late for school! Really late.

“DANNY!! Wake up!! It’s already eight o’clock!” she yelled down the corridor to her brother. Danny had been giving her a ride for the last year ever since their parents had bought him a car. Okay a second hand car but a car all the same. She’d heard him come home late last night and suspected that he was still in bed as well. She wondered what Danny had been doing out until three AM. He was coming home late every night it seemed these days. Last night was just later than usual. But then he had explained that College life was something of a test for his manhood. Olivia hadn’t really understood that but was inclined to agree with him after hearing him come home late every night.

Danny gave no response and Olivia shrugged and stepped into the shower. She needed to wash her hair anyway and if Danny woke up now he would insist that he go first. Olivia took off her nighty and stepped into the shower. She’d just turned on the shower when she realised she still had her underwear on.

“Oh dammit!” she swore and flung the wet panties into the sink. She must’ve been more tired than she’d realised. She turned the water somewhat cooler than she would’ve liked and felt her nipples harden instantly. She smiled to herself and ducked her head under the shower so she could wash her long dark hair.

“When did I last wash it?” she wondered as her right hand searched for the shampoo while her left continued to stroke through her hair, “Was it Friday? Yes it was Friday, just before I went to Nick’s”. Nick was her boyfriend and had been for about six months. He was good looking, stylishly dressed, funny, sweet, a great listener and a great Dancer. Every thing she’d ever want in a man. There was however the sex, which had started out as somewhat clumsy and then travelled all the way right down to disastrous. She wasn’t sure why but their sex life was just plain crap at the moment. She hadn’t told Nick that she felt this way yet but she was certain he felt the same and somewhat ashamed that it was his fault.

“Or was it?” Olivia wondered as she washed the shampoo out of her hair.

She stood there, letting the cool water rush over her and thought about it for a moment. Was she the reason that the sex between them was crap? Nick was her first of course and she hadn’t had many boyfriends before him but he hadn’t had any before her. Was it her fault? she wondered again.

She stood there for quite some time thinking about all she had done for Nick, she’d even tried it anally to see if that was better but he was such an inexperienced lover and so large in penis size that he’d hurt her more with every thrust, finally begging him to get out of her and leave. She’d cried a lot after that. She felt like such a moron for ever even thinking it would be better.

Angrily she turned off the shower and started to towel off, still lost in thought. Then, with a start, she remembered that Danny was supposed to drive her to school. She opened the door of the bathroom and looked out the door. Nope Danny was still asleep.

“DANNY!!” she yelled again, not having to worry about waking their parents seeing as they were both long gone to work. Each morning her mom and dad were up at the crack of dawn to go to work. This year she hadn’t seen them that much during the week, only on weekends. Their jobs started at six in the morning and they usually left around five just to get there. They weren’t home till late either, even though they were off at five in the afternoon. Traffic was bad, was their usual response when they ate dinner at nine in the evening. Olivia had had the feeling that there was more to it than that but she’d never been able to get more out of them.

Danny still hadn’t responded. Angrily she wrapped her towel around herself, feeling the warmth of the towel on her perky tits and hardened nipples. For some strange reason the feeling of the towel around her aroused her more than usual.

Walking barefooted across the thread bare carpets of hallway, she glanced at the grandfather clock and received another shock, they were definitely going to be late for school.

Coming to Danny’s door she noticed the life sized poster of Angelina Jolie in a very sexy pose and Olivia felt another twinge of arousal shoot through her petite body. Shaking her head a little she banged on her brother’s door.

“DANNY!! bahis firmaları Wake up! We’re going to be late for school! Hey Danny! Are you even in there?” she yelled loud enough for the next door neighbours to have heard. Still no response from Danny. In her frustration she tried the doorknob and to her tremendous surprise the door opened with a faint creaking noise. Mouth open she stared at the door. Danny always, always locked his door. No matter how drunk or late he came home. Even when he wasn’t home he had his door locked.

“Danny?” she said cautiously as she peeked into the darkened room. The walls were plastered with posters, pictures of girlfriends, pictures of vacations with his friends, one big one of herself with her brother from when they were kids and various bookshelves filled to bursting with books of every kind.

“Danny?” she said again when she couldn’t make him out on the bed. There was just an indistinct shape under the covers that were visible in the half-light. Looking at the floor she saw most of the clothes he owned were strewn across it. Playboy’s and other titty magazines littered the floor as well. Carefully Olivia crept forward, one hand holding the towel in place, and the other reaching out in front of her in case she tripped over something in the dark.

“Hey Danny, this isn’t funny anymore!” she said to the indistinct shape under the covers. Flicking on his bedside light she saw that Danny was indeed in bed and that he was lying on his back with his head between two pillows and one of his legs hanging over the sides. She noticed that he had a tattoo on his right ankle. Looking closer she saw that it was a Skull and some incomprehensible lettering around it.

“DANNY!!” she said, poking him in the side with her finger.

Danny didn’t even grunt. In fact he didn’t even move. She frowned. It was like he was dead but she could hear and see him breathing. She poked him again, harder this time.

Still no response.

She checked his alarm clock and saw that they were really pushing it now.

“GODDAMMIT DANNY WAKE UP!!” she said loudly and in her frustration of his refusal to wake she grabbed his bedcovers and pulled, hard. They fell away from the bed and landed against the closet behind her. She looked back at her brother’s immobile form and her mouth fell open.

Suddenly a small cry of surprise escaped her mouth and her hand flew up to try to stop it. Her older brother was naked!

He was naked!

Completely naked!

She didn’t know what to do. She found herself frozen to the spot, her eyes fixed on her brothers genitals.

Her eyes were open wide and her jaw was open at the sight of his cock. She remembered seeing Nick’s hard cock for the first time, and was surprised.

But she was in complete shock now. Because Nick was this size when erect and her brother wasn’t even hard.

Olivia had a half formed thought of putting the covers back over him but she found her gaze returning again and again to her brother’s massive cock.

It’d been a long time since Olivia had seen her brother naked. Back when they were little they’d often bathe together. But that was a long time ago. It hadn’t happened since they were about five or six.

She looked over her brother’s well tanned body and found herself getting aroused even more. His face looked as if someone highly skilled had chiselled it out of marble, his manly features more pronounced in the half light of the room. His upper torso was muscular yet not too much so. His washboard abs were gorgeous and then her eyes fell onto his massive cock again and she couldn’t look away.

A look of doubt crossed her face. She found herself wondering how big his cock got when it was hard. It was huge even when flaccid. Lying there draped over his left leg, it was already more than half the size of his upper leg. She’d never even seen one this size and even his nuts were so big and she suddenly wondered if he’d come more than other guys.

She suddenly forgot why she’d come into his room in the first place. She sat down gently on the bed next to her brother and watched his cock in fascination.

Then Olivia had a very strange and yet compelling thought. She silently admonished herself.

“That’s gross!” she thought, “That’s your brother!”

She tightened the towel around her perky tits.

“So what?” a sneaky little voice said from the back of her mind, “It’s still a cock and balls, just like other guys’. You’re just curious, what harm could it do?”

Again she bit her lip, torn between her overwhelming curiosity and her morality. She wanted to touch it and his balls as well. It shocked her that she’d even had the thought but what she found was that she quickly got over that shock.

Carefully she reached out, keeping her eyes flicking from her brother’s face to his cock and back again.

She felt heat radiating from his legs as she moved her hand over to his cock.

Just as she felt her finger tips touch the warm flesh of his cock, Danny kaçak iddaa grunted sleepily and Olivia felt an enormous shock run through her body and she jumped off the bed, she was almost at the door when she looked back.

Danny was still asleep!

Her step faltered and she felt herself turn round and head back to the bed. She had talked herself into this and now she was going to do it too. She sat down again gingerly and moved her hand towards his cock again. This time moving faster but still cautious enough so as not to wake him.

Touching the warmness of his cock sent a shiver through her that made her pussy twinge with delight. She was already wet and her breathing was shallow. Gingerly she lifted his cock off his left leg and held it in her open palm.

“It’s so pretty,” she found herself thinking. His cock was as tanned like the rest of his body and she knew that he was sunbathing in the nude, whether it was in a tanning salon or in the open air, the thought turned her on even more.

Danny had, unlike Nick, no foreskin and it was this fact that turned her on even more. The head of his, already at least eight inch long three inch thick cock, was blood red and shining in the half light.

Olivia gently closed her hand and started to slowly stroke it. She had to see how big it was and how veined when it was fully hard. The weight of his cock was something that she found at least as surprising as it’s warmth. It was quite heavy. The longer she stroked it the harder it became. She was unwilling to go any faster because she feared that might make Danny wake up.

“So what if he does?” the sneaky little voice said again, “He might just be pleased enough to show you”.

This time she chose forcefully to ignore the little voice. She would continue at the pace she was going now. Which was already faster than was wise in her opinion.

“What if you use your mouth?” the little voice said more insistently, it didn’t like being ignored, “That always worked when you did it to your previous boyfriends”.

Frowning at the thought, Olivia looked at the already semi-hard cock in her closed hand and shrugged, “Why the hell not, I’ve gone this far. I just want to see how big it gets anyway”.

Lowering her mouth to Danny’s cock she glanced up to make sure Danny was still asleep. He was.

“I bet you it tastes delicious!” the little voice cheered as Olivia halted with the cock a mere inch from her open mouth. She could smell his cock now and it smelled of sex. Hot sex and night-before sex. It smelled like her pussy smelled right after she’d cum. Wondering slightly if it tasted like that too, Olivia guided her brother’s cock into her eager mouth.

The little voice had won that bet, Olivia thought, marvelling at the wonderful taste of her brother’s massive cock. She sucked a little harder and felt the cock respond to her mouth, hardening and thickening.

“If this keeps up I won’t be able to fit it in my mouth,” Olivia thought sucking Danny’s cock deeper into her mouth, wettening it with her saliva. The feel of her brother’s cock gliding over and around her tongue was driving her crazy with desire. Slowly she sucked on her brother’s cock and little by little it grew harder and harder. She pumped Danny’s ball sack with her left hand and with her right she stroked his cock and guided it in and out of her mouth.

“My god I’m horny,” Olivia thought suddenly aware that she was literally wettening Danny’s bed with her juices.

She stopped massaging Danny’s balls and reached between her legs. Feeling the baldness of her just shaven pussy she felt her pulse shoot upwards once more. Olivia felt wonderful just then and slowly started to run her hand over her very wet pussy as she pumped Danny’s cock into her mouth. Just was she started tasting precum she got the shock of a lifetime.

GRUNT!!

Eyes wide, pulse racing and her mouth still around her brother’s massive cock and her hand at her pussy, she looked up cautiously.

DANNY’S EYES WERE OPEN!!! HE WAS AWAKE!!

Olivia flushed furiously and with a wet gulping noise she extracted Danny’s gorgeous cock from her mouth in an embarrassed sort of way. She was caught! There was no denying that.

“Olivia?! What the fuck girl?!” Danny yelled angrily, looking down at his little sister between his legs with his cock coming out of her mouth, “What the HELL do you think you’re doing!”.

Olivia felt her lip begin to tremble in embarrassment and shame. Tears started welling in her eyes and she felt a sob leave her mouth. Taking a step back from her bewildered brother she felt the towel slip to the floor. Danny’s eyes became, if at all possible, even more bewildered. Olivia stood there, tears streaming down her face, completely naked in front of her naked brother. She couldn’t speak, she couldn’t respond. Danny’s mouth was open and he too seemed to have lost the ability to speak. With a wet sob Olivia covered her face with her hands and stormed out of the room.

***

Danny lay there on his bed for what kaçak bahis seemed like several minutes just thinking about what had just happened. Even after feeling it, seeing it and most definitely feeling it he still had trouble believing it. He looked down and saw that his cock was covered in saliva and was standing fully erect. For a few moments there he thought he’d been dreaming but his cock confirmed what his eyes had told him. Olivia, his little sister had been sitting on his bed sucking his cock. No that surely wasn’t what had happened. It must’ve been a dream after all…a very strange, disturbing and yet surprisingly horny dream at that. He looked down at his cock again and to his dismay it was still covered in saliva and standing there fully erect.

“What was in those drinks Jimmy served me last night?” Danny muttered as he grabbed his head.

“It wasn’t the worst way to wake up you must admit,” a sneaky little voice said inside his throbbing head. Danny thought about that for a few moments and then shook his head. No that was true but to have Olivia be the one to do it was just crazy.

“And why is that. She’s a gorgeous girl, she has a great body and you’ve thought about her when you jerked off before,” the little voice said, disturbing Danny even further. He had not thought about that period of his life in ages.

“Well three months,” said the voice, “After Maria’s pool party”.

“Oh god I’m going to kill Jimmy. What did he put in those drinks? Inner truth serum?” Danny groaned, grabbing his head a bit firmer.

He had to admit that the thoughts he was having were true but he found them disturbing on several levels. First of all Olivia was his sister and second…well…

Danny sat up and shook his head. He couldn’t think of a second reason. Not for lack of trying though. His brain seemed to be straining under the question. Why not have Olivia? The only thing he could come up with was indeed that Olivia was his sister. But other than that … nothing.

“Her mouth felt really good though you have to admit”, the little voice in the back of his mind said, “Imagine what the rest might feel like”.

“Oh god!” Danny moaned trying to stop the train of thought right then and there.

“I’ll bet she shags like a minx. God wouldn’t it be great to have a sex buddy in the house. Someone to have sex with before classes. Or before turning in for the night,” the little voice spoke reasonably.

Danny had to admit that point to himself. Yes it would be great to have a girl like that in the house. But Olivia?

“We’ve moved past that little moral objection. It’s not as if you’re going to impregnate her or anything”, the little voice said exasperatedly.

Danny nodded and looked down at his cock again. It was still as hard as a rock.

Standing up and stretching, Danny found the thought of having sex with Olivia not that much of a problem anymore. He’d worked out that seeing as she was on the pill there was no real chance of her becoming pregnant and besides she had engaged him not the other way around.

He looked at his alarm clock and saw that it was already nine o’clock meaning that he was already late for class. Shrugging he decided that seeing as he’d had a late night and too much to drink he was going to take a day off. It wasn’t as if he had any real need to go to class today anyway. Just a couple of lectures and all his boring classes in the afternoon. Psych 101, the advanced chemistry of the male chimp, Criminology 102 and Professor Lichburns class for what seemed to be the most moronic subject at the school: How to identify with the victim.

Danny didn’t feel like working with the victims anyway. He wanted to find Criminals and put them in jail. But his Law classes were tomorrow afternoon anyway.

He walked into the bathroom and stood there in silence as he waited for his erection to come down a bit so he could take a leak. It just wouldn’t come down; it just stood there, hard as a plank in front of him, still dripping with his little sister’s saliva.

That’s when he heard a muffled cry coming from Olivia’s room. Figuring that he wouldn’t be able to take a leak he walked out of the dark bathroom, scratching his head as he did so, and almost bumped into the grandfather clock that stood just outside. He was still pretty woozy but he figured that he’d best check out if Olivia was alright.

Her door, plastered with posters ranging from Avril Lavigne to the movie French Kiss, was standing about halfway open as if she’d slammed it and it had bounced back. Carefully so as not to alarm her Danny walked over and peeked inside. He instantly felt his erection grow.

She was lying butt naked on her front on the bed with her one arm over her head and the other was partially hidden from view seeing as she was lying on it. Again she let out a muffled cry but now Danny could hear that it was not a cry derived from her earlier crying spell but a cry of pleasure.

Cautiously he crept inside and at arriving at his sister’s bed he was awarded by a magnificent view. Olivia’s hand up to her wrist inside her own pussy. Danny was astonished. He had never known this side of his little sister before. He felt himself instantly drawn in by the scene before him.

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Miss McCain had worked at the college for several years and was a valued member of the team. She was well liked by both, staff and students and there was never a bad word said against her. Although quiet in her demeanour she had an air of confidence that made her an excellent tutor.

Miss McCain was 35 years old and five foot three inches in height. Although small, she had the kind of figure men (and most women) would die for. Full breasts, small waist and rounded hips, not forgetting her slim shapely legs that looked fantastic in heels. She had a tiny tattoo of a butterfly on her left thigh that nobody knew about.

Despite having the appearance of a seductress, she was very prim and proper and dressed accordingly. She always wore her luscious red hair in a French pleat, tucked in at the back of her neck, showing of her creamy white skin. Her dress was conservative and she wore the same thing everyday. It consisted of a gray knee length pencil skirt and a white silk blouse, topped off with a golden brooch that her grandmother had given her. On cold days she would drape an old shawl across her shoulders, adding about 10 years to her age by this one simple action.

Miss McCain had been teaching class 1F for about 2 years now. The majority of the class was male and they would always play her up just to see her blush. The ringleader of the class was a lad by the name of Ross Stone and he always managed to get the other lads involved in the teasing of Miss McCain. Ross was a young lad of 18, who stood about six feet tall. He had jet black hair and the most amazing green eyes that one had ever seen. He worked out several times a week and had bulges in places you would not expect.

It was a Friday afternoon and Miss McCain was hoping to have an early finish. She was looking forward to having a nice long soak in the bath followed by a glass or two of her favourite wine, a rose Grenache. Ross had been messing around all afternoon and was currently using the clock as target practice for his paper aeroplanes. Miss McCain had finally had enough and bahis firmaları shouted at Ross as loud as she could.

“Mr Stone,” she shouted. “I have had enough of your behaviour, detention after class tonight.”

A chorus of laughs bounced around the classroom and Ross just sat there looking shocked.

“Aww Miss,” he said, “I’m going out tonight.”

“Tough!” said Miss McCain. “Maybe this will teach you to behave in future.”

The bell in the corridor chimed and the rest of the class picked up their stuff, laughing at Ross on the way out.

“See you later loser,” one of them shouted, as Ross was left on his own in the classroom.

Damn it, he thought, the last thing he wanted was to be stuck at the college on a Friday afternoon.

Miss McCain walked over to the door and closed it. Ross was beginning to worry, as although he was a lot bigger than Miss McCain, she had an aura of authority about her.

“I’m really sorry Miss, I promise to behave in future.”

Miss McCain walked from the door to her desk and sat down, slowly crossing one leg over the other.

Miss McCain had always found Ross attractive but knew it would be off limits for a tutor and a student to have an affair. She had sat in class, many a time, fantasising about fucking him. Maybe now was her chance.

She slowly removed her hair from the French pleat and it tumbled loose around her shoulders. Her hair was very long and wavy and had a natural bounce to it. Ross felt the first stirrings of desire and tried hard to fight those feelings. Miss McCain was sitting very close to Ross and he started to appreciate her body for the first time. Her full breasts were heaving against her silk white blouse and he could see the outline of her lacy bra along with her nipples that were now erect. He ran his gaze over her legs and could see the tops of her stockings peeping out from under her skirt. This chick was hot, he thought to himself, how had he never noticed before?

Miss McCain walked over to Ross and started to gently stroke his hair, sending kaçak iddaa shivers of excitement through his body.

“Now Mr Stone, you have been a very naughty boy, I will have to think of a way you can make it up to me.”

Ross could feel himself getting hard and was willing to do anything she said.

“I want you to pleasure me,” Miss McCain purred into his ear.

Ross slowly stood up and locked the door. “I wouldn’t want us to be disturbed Miss,” he grinned.

Miss McCain leant back onto the desk, slowly parting her legs to reveal her shaved pink pussy that was devoid of any panties. Ross slowly pushed her skirt up to her hips, running his hands over her stocking tops before pushing his tongue deep inside her. Miss McCain moaned with pleasure as Ross started to tease her pussy with his tongue, probing gently, then harder and deeper inside her. Her pussy was so wet that Ross pushed one finger, then two deep inside her, making her grind her hips against them with excitement. Ross ran his tongue to her ass and started to lick her sweet hole before slipping a finger deep inside her ass. Miss McCain was panting heavily and Ross wanted to make her cum. He could feel her hips circling his face, grinding deeper onto his tongue. He carried on fingering her ass and pussy whilst licking her clit until he could feel her muscles contracting around him. Miss McCain bit her lip so that she would not scream out as she came.

“Oh Ross, you are such a good boy!”

Ross could not believe he had made his tutor cum on her desk and was sure he was going to cum in his pants, his cock straining against the material. Miss McCain took him by the hand and led him to the cupboard in the corner of the room. Ross leant back against the wall and Miss McCain slowly unzipped his trousers making him gasp with delight.

“Not only are you a good boy, you are also a big boy,” she exclaimed as her hand went forcefully to his cock.

She slowly moved her lips down to his cock, gently kissing the end, then letting her tongue probe the opening at the end. kaçak bahis She took it deep into her mouth, sucking it harder and harder, letting her teeth graze over the ridged bit at the top. Ross was in heaven and could feel his cock getting harder and harder, the pre cum trickling out of the end onto her tongue. He had never experienced a blow job quite like this before, she was rough and her teeth were sharp, but he knew there was a fine line between pleasure and pain.

Suddenly she stopped.

“I want you to fuck me,” she said and bent over the tiny sink in the store cupboard, her skirt still hitched up to her waist.

“Fuck me hard and finger my ass at the same time,” she ordered.

“Yes Miss,” Ross replied.

His cock slipped in easily and he pushed it deep inside Miss McCain feeling the wetness all over his cock and balls. He slowly eased one finger, then two into her ass, making her shudder with delight. Miss McCain was pushing back onto his cock like she had never been fucked before. His cock was getting harder and harder and he was close to cumming.

“Cum over my ass and spank me hard,” she barked.

Ross, happy to oblige pulled his slippery cock out of her pussy and started to wank over her left ass cheek as he spanked the right as hard as he could. Miss McCain couldn’t control herself and started to scream.

“Cum baby, cum,” she shouted just as Ross came like never before all over her ass. He slowly rubbed his cum into her creamy white behind, pushing his fingers inside her again, she was so wet. He knelt down behind her and began frantically licking her clit, wanting to make her cum one more time. Miss McCain could feel her orgasm rising and pushed her pussy deep onto his face, grinding it hard onto his tongue. She screamed out loud as she came hard and deep all over him. Her mouth flew to his and she lapped hungrily at his lips, tasting her pussy all over him.

They retuned to the classroom and Miss McCain took her place behind the desk.

“Mr Stone,I think you have redeemed yourself this afternoon, you are free to go.”

“Yes Miss,” he replied with a grin on his face.

Miss McCain just looked at Ross with a twinkle in her eye and he just knew that detention was going to be a regular occurrence.

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The overhead speaker announced the arrival of the flight. Because of the post 9/11 security measures, Linda had to wait at the baggage claim area to meet her online buddy. She had been waiting for this day for three months now. Linda and Tom had met each other through the games they liked to play online. After pairing up in the game rooms several times by accident, they started to chat. Their chats became friendly, and before long, they were seeking each other out whenever they logged on. Because of the distance between them, and the constraints of both Tom and Linda being married, they had to keep a certain appearance of “innocence” to their friendship. Neither dared post a picture of themselves, so only a general description of themselves sufficed. As happens sometimes in online relationships, things sometimes get very spicy, and it was during one of these conversations that Linda and Tom decided to finally meet in real life. Linda was desperately unhappy in her relationship with her husband, having grown so far apart they barely acknowledged each other’s presence anymore. Tom, likewise, was in a difficult marriage, which seemed to be headed for the courtroom. So it was no surprise when the subject of meeting came up, that they both were so eager for it to happen. With the arrangements made, Linda agreed to meet Tom at the airport, pick him up, and they would spend a weekend together getting to know each other.

Linda waited nervously at the bottom of the escalator that would bring the passengers to the baggage area. “Would he like me…would he think I’m pretty enough?” These thoughts ran through Linda’s mind over and over. “What if he doesn’t come? What if I’m standing here like a fool, and he never had any intention of following through?” Linda practically had herself convinced he wasn’t going to show, when all of a sudden she saw him. She just knew it was him. Linda flashed Tom her biggest, brightest smile when she caught his eye. It was returned with an equally broad smile, and a puzzled, yet very pleased expression in his eyes.

Linda walked up to him and said, “Tom, I presume?”

He answered, “Uh, yes.”

“Oh god, it’s sooo good to finally meet you. Come, let’s get your luggage and we’ll get out of here as fast as we can,” Linda instructed. She grabbed his hand and led him over to where the luggage would come out and turned to look at Tom again. He stood there staring at her.

“Ohhhhh, he has the most beautiful eyes,” Linda thought. “I never knew that eyes could be so dark.” Linda’s heart melted on the spot. She reached up boldly, wrapped her arms around his neck, and drew him into a long and passionate kiss. Tom stood there soaking this up like a man in a desert who was just given a long drink of water.

Shortly thereafter the luggage began to pour out onto the ramp and they were on their way. Linda was still too nervous to do a lot of talking, so she just concentrated on driving. Tom was being very quiet also, and she asked him if he was as nervous as she was.

“Quite frankly,” he said, “I’m just in awe of this whole situation. I never dreamed I would meet someone as beautiful and assertive as you. I’m just enjoying the view.”

Linda blushed deeply at the compliment. At 42 years of age, she still considered herself to be above average in the looks department, but it still felt deliciously good to hear a gorgeous hunk of man telling her that. Linda smiled and tossed her silky red hair back out of her eyes. She was glad she decided to wear her hair loose that morning. Her glorious mane of long, flowing red hair was usually restrained back in a pony tail or bun of sorts. Her husband had not cared or noticed anything about her in many, many months. She stood 5 feet 4 inches, weighing 120 pounds, and was very proud of keeping her body in fine shape. Her red hair complimented her green eyes and light freckled güvenilir bahis complexion, but after the hair, it was her breasts that people usually noticed next. Linda had a very nice set of 36D breasts. On this occasion, Linda went all out and dressed in such as way that every line of view lead the eye to that V between her lapels. She noticed Tom looking that way frequently too.

Linda decided to start getting a little bolder, and reached over and took Tom’s hand in hers. She pulled it over to her mouth and kissed it and gave it a squeeze. Then she looked over at him, grinned, and placed his hand on her leg. He wasted no time and seized the invitation to start exploring. He slid his hand under her skirt and pushed it up a little, exposing the tops of her thigh-high nylons. Tom was very pleasantly surprised and decided to see what other little treasures he could discover. Linda was getting so hot from just his touch, it felt like the skin of her thigh was burning. She spread her legs slightly farther apart, allowing him better access. Tom continued upward touching, tickling, and rubbing the skin between her thighs, teasing her, making her anticipate his next move.

“Mmmmmmmmmmm, this guy knows how to turn on a woman,” Linda thought to herself. “Just one touch and I’ve almost creamed my panties.” Tom slid his hand up, touching everything but the one spot she desired most. He pushed aside her lacy thong panties and played with her silken pussy lips, her inner folds, everywhere but her love button. He could feel her getting wetter and wetter by the second, but he wanted to prolong this as long as he could.

“Here we are,” Linda announced, as they pulled into the entrance drive of the hotel. After putting the car in park, she turned to look at Tom. Her eyes were smouldering and he leaned over, pulling her to him by the back of her head, and took possession of her lips once again. His hand started exploring underneath her blouse and felt the beginning of a very hard nipple erection.

“Hmmm, I think maybe we should check in, don’t you?” he asked.

“Ahhh, yes. Exceedingly good idea,” Linda stammered.

Linda found it difficult to walk steadily, and leaned into Tom for balance and support. It might have been that she was too nervous to eat that was making her light-headed, or more likely, her much neglected love life had been jump started with a vengence, and she was veering on an out-of-control course with this man.

They checked in and almost ran to their room, touching, kissing, and groping all the way up in the elevator. Once inside the privacy of their room, Linda and Tom separated and stood there looking at each other. As if in silent agreement, Tom started undressing Linda. She stood there slightly trembling as he unbuttoned her satin blouse, one button at a time. Painstakingly slow, kissing leisurely circles around her face, neck, ears, and throat as he was doing it. Linda moaned deep in her throat, her belly and groin raging with desire. Tom slid the blouse from her shoulders and stood back to gaze at her, standing there in her green satin and lace bra and skirt. Next he moved forward and reached around to the button and zipper of her skirt, slowly sliding it down her legs. Linda stepped out of it and stood before Tom, dressed now only in her matching bra and thong panties, and her thigh-high nylons.

“Gorgeous, absolutely gorgeous,” Tom growled. He reached over and tweaked one of her nipples, making it stand out again. He turned Linda around, placing her long red hair over one shoulder, and started nuzzling her neck and shoulder again. His tongue ran patterns over the back of her shoulders, giving her goose bumps and making her shiver with delight. He then unfastened her bra, slipped the straps off her shoulders, and reached around to remove it from her breasts. He let the bra fall, and stood there with one türkçe bahis breast in each hand, softly squeezing the rubbery nubs, making them hard. He massaged her breasts and tweaked her nipples until Linda was moaning more and starting to breath heavily. Tom then moved his hands downward, kissing his way down until he was on his knees behind her, with his hands on her hips. He tugged the lacy material of her thongs and pulled them down, his tongue following in their track. He then turned Linda back around and drank in her full beauty. She stood there in all her splendor, her large, firm breasts ready to be sucked, and her beautiful shaved pussy, swollen in desire and anticipation. He stepped forward and took one nipple into his mouth, taking his time sucking and licking it. He then turned his attention to the other breast, licking, massaging, and sucking it, until both her nipples stood out proud and at attention.

Tom then guided her over to the bed and pushed her gently, indicating she should sit at the edge. He then fell to his knees in front of her and pushed her legs apart. “I want to see you. All of you. Let me in.”

Linda groaned and spread her legs even further, her honey pot steaming and wet, waiting for this moment. Tom leaned down and buried his nose deep in her pussy. His tongue wasted no time, lapping and licking at her hot, wet pussy. “Oh god, you taste so sweet,” he murmured. His tongue ran over and over, flicking her lips, probing her pussy, and then finally, sweet release as he tongued and sucked her clit. Linda could hardly stand it any more. Her pussy begged for release. She grabbed Tom by the hair and tried to get him to suck harder, lick faster, but he was having none of it.

“Shhhh, my impatient one. Let me do this my way and I guarantee you will never forget it.”

Linda calmed down as best she could, that is until Tom resumed his lapping and licking with his tongue. This was soon followed by him inserting a finger deep inside her wet, hot pussy. He licked and licked, and pumped his finger, then inserted a second and a third finger, pumping faster and harder now. He turned his hand over so his palm was upwards and his fingers found her hidden secret spot. As he licked furiously at her engorged clit, he finger fucked her, hitting her G spot on every down stroke. Linda gasped and arched her back fully as she fell backwards on the bed, moaning loudly, her whole body quivering as the release of a tremendous orgasm ripped through her body.

Tom stood up then and removed his clothes, never taking his eyes off Linda. She lay there, looking so beautiful, so flushed, so in need of fucking, and he was the one who would be giving it to her. When he removed his briefs, Linda’s eyes grew big and round. This was one bonus she had never had the courage to ask about, but knew now that she was in for a real treat. Tom had to be at least 9 inches long, with a very big head. She had never seen or experienced anything like that in her life, and was excited yet scared at the same time. Tom sensed her shock and uneasiness, and sought to assure her.

“I know what I’m doing, princess. Just relax and enjoy the ride.” Linda smiled at this and tentatively reached out for it. His cock seemed to jolt when she touched him and this encouraged her further. Tom slid on the bed next to her and she turned herself around so she could pay some special attention to his very manly assets. She took his penis in her small hand. It looked even bigger up close, but she opened her mouth wide, and slowly took it in. At first she had difficulty even getting the head inside, but eventually it popped in, and she was able to take more and more of it. She stroked the shaft and swirled her tongue around and started sucking. Tom groaned and started bucking a little, encouraging her to take more. When he hit the back of her throat, Linda started to gag a güvenilir bahis siteleri bit, but Tom told her to breathe deeply through her nose and she would be okay. In and out his cock went, fucking her mouth. She made loud slurping noises as she greedily ate him up, every once in a while releasing him so she could get more air. At these times she would devote her talented tongue administerings to his large balls. She licked them until they were very wet and tried to suck them into her mouth. Unfortunately, she couldn’t do this gently, without her teeth getting in the way, so she just contented herself to lick them and suck on them as best she could. Finally, while sucking and stroking his cock, Linda inserted a slippery finger inside his ass. She could feel his muscles tightening up. He grabbed Linda by the hips at that point, and positioned her doggie style on the bed. He wanted to cum so badly, but he wanted to bury it deep inside her sweet tight cunt.

He teased her moist clit with his cock head, licked a finger and inserted it into her ass then. Linda jumped and squealed, and lost her balance, ending up with her head and shoulders down on the bed. This opened her hot pussy lips even wider for Tom, and he positioned his massive cock at her opening. Linda was so wet and so ready to cum again, she accepted him easily. He slid almost all the way in with just a few strokes. He continued to finger her ass, causing her to squirm, which tightened her pussy muscles even more. This was driving Tom wild, and he started to ram his cock harder and deeper. He was in her now fully, his hairy balls slamming against her smooth, shaved pussy lips.

“Yesssssssss, Yessssssssssss!!!! Fuck me, Tom. God I need you sooo much. Deeper. Harder! Fuck meeeeeeeeeee,” Linda screamed. She bucked and ground her hips as far back into his pelvis as she could. It wasn’t long before Tom felt the stirrings deep in his balls, getting ready to unload his hot cum in her tight, sucking pussy.

“Ahhhhhhhhhiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeee,” Linda screamed as she felt his hot jism coating the insides of her pussy walls. Tom collapsed on top of Linda, and it was several minutes before their breathing returned to normal.

Tom finally rolled off and his cock popped out of her well-used pussy with a plop. “I’ve got to go do something,” Tom said finally. When Linda asked what it was, he said it was a surprise, and she would just have to wait. He got up and dressed himself again, and left the room.

After several minutes, Linda decided to use her time to freshen up a bit. She walked into the bathroom and started the shower water. She smiled at her reflection in the mirror, noting the glow in her skin and the satisfied look of love in her eyes. She was happy again.

Just then she heard her cell phone ringing inside her purse. She ran to catch the call. When she looked at the caller ID, it showed Tom’s cell phone number. She laughed to herself thinking, he can’t be gone 2 minutes, and already he misses me.

She answered the phone and it was Tom, talking from a very loud-sounding room. “Where are you, my darling?” Tom asked.

Linda laughed and said, “You know darn well where I am. You just left me in our room.”

There was a long pause and then Tom spoke, “Linda, I’m at the airport. You never showed up, and I’m still waiting for you. I was getting worried.”

Now it was Linda’s turn to be stunned. How could this be? Who was this man I was just with? And how could he do that to me? She had no answers. All she could say was “I’m sorry, I’ll be there as soon as I can.” She quickly cleaned herself up, struggling to dress herself, but unable to find a few articles of clothing, and rushed out to the main desk.

“Did you see the man I came in with?” she asked the receptionist.

“Why yes, ma’am. He left a few minutes ago, but he left something here for you and said to say thanks, but I must be the wrong Tom,” the desk clerk replied, with a wicked knowing grin.

She handed Linda a manilla envelope. When she opened it, she saw her lacy underwear inside……

The End

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Oh I miss daddy. I miss him with a passion. He is… I don’t anyway to describe it other than saying he’s my everything. He’s a king to my universe. I am sitting here in my Vickie’s thinking of his strong yet gentle hands cuddling me. Making me feel secure, loved, adored. He makes me literally feel like I am the only woman for him. I only want to serve him and help him in his endeavors, because he gives me everything I need and more. As I find myself stretched out across this bed I ponder ways to make his day better. I want my daddy, no I need my daddy. Let me call him.

Him: Hello

Me: Hey Baby

Him: How’s my baby girl doing?

Me: Not too good, I miss you

Him: MMM… what you miss?

Me: Everything

Him: Everything?

Me: Yes baby, everything

Him: Well damn, what can I do to make this better?

Me: I need you here

Him: Say no more

I knew what that meant. He’d be here as soon as he could, and that was more than good enough for me. I smiled at the thought him walking through the door. His broad masculine shoulders swaying back and forth. The bass in his voice as he calls me baby girl, the vibrations alone make me leak. Damn I’m biting my lip now. He does it for me. Ooh , and he said he was going to the barber to day. I hope he has that fresh line up. That takes his sexy to a whole different level for me. Fuck, now my nipples are hardening. I can smell his cologne in my memories. His always so vividly present in my mind. When he comes through the door I’m going to suck his dick. I’m talking push him up against the door, drop to my knees, push his pants down and get to work. My man bahis firmaları deserves it, and more over I want this. I want to fill my mouth him, much like my thoughts.

I tighten up a few things in lieu d of his arrival. He has no clue how he’s about to be pounced on soon as he comes through the door. Tiding up was the prelude to me getting in the shower. I had laid out a nice little black number to slip into afterwards. I made a bit of hast seeing as to how I pretty much knew he was on his way. I got out and dabbed dry and moisturized my silky tone. I have a few imperfections that I probably only pay attention to. I head to the bed to cover up in secrets. I slipped on the outfit and admired myself in the mirror for a sec. I liked how it hugged me and accented my figure, but it didn’t have that pop I wanted to give. I went back into my suit case to meddle through my stash. I found a royal blue and black set. I quickly changed into it, instantly I knew this was the one. Floating past the mirror in the closet, the sight of me turned me on. I paused to caress my sides and hips. I knew he would love nothing more to do the same, once he laid eyes upon me. I was his guilty not so guilty pleasure. I played right into his hands too. I heard his truck in the drive way and I felt my pussy clinch a little in anticipation. I headed toward the stairs to me him at the door. I hid behind the door, but then thought against it as I didn’t want to startle Bae. I went into the kitchen and pulled down a cup and plate. I moved to the sink and turned the water on just as the door was opening.

“Lady I’m…..” He stopped mid-sentence. I turned to him. His eyes intently kaçak iddaa studying my frame.

“Yes daddy, you’re home.” My tone was sultry, filled with seduction. I walked over slowly and met him at the foyer. I removed his bag from his clutches. I feel to my knees just how I envisioned and began undoing the belt buckle on his slacks. I could feel his dick rise to the occasion and I hadn’t even started to pull them down yet. I stood momentarily, and gazed up into his beautiful brown eyes and told him I loved him without saying a single syllable. His lineup was indeed fresh. I let my fingers trace his beard to his chin. I tilted his head up and kissed his neck gently and he grabbed my waist. I let my hands continue to travel back down his frame. His pants were half way down his thighs when I returned where I wanted to be, where I belonged. I pushed the down slightly further before I pushed him against the front door. I heard his breath exhale as hit the door with a solid thud. I didn’t bother pulling his boxer briefs down. I merely snaked his stiffness through the hole. My mouth was salivating, I let his thickness part my lips and I felt at ease. I loved pleasing my man, and he knew it.

“Damn baby” he murmured as warmth of my wet mouth drew him in. I could feel my pussy leaking and we hadn’t even got started good. My slow bob and tongue swirl were gradually picking up pace. His hands slapped the door behind him; that was all the encouragement I needed. I turned savage on the dick. I throated him repeatedly and reached up the leg of his underwear and grabbed his heavy balls. He absolutely loved how I massaged them while I slurped his dick head. kaçak bahis “Fuck baby I’m so close.” He didn’t have to tell me I could tell in the variations in his moans what time it was. I throated him twice more, causing legs to tremble. I knew he was in the bag now I was on my own quest. I was on the verge of my own orgasm. I’d get so into it and turned on, the feel of his dick in my mouth, coupled with his moans and grunts I’d follow his orgasm without even stroking her. As his trembling ceased mine began. I held his rod in my mouth moaning on it like a real life mic. My moans made him moan which only intensified my climax. Fuck I was his kryptonite and he mine.

Coming down I released his penis back into his possession. “Daddy, I really missed you.” I stood and he lifted me so I was eye level. I wrapped my legs around him and he looked down. “I can see” he said with a slight chuckle. My thighs we’re drenched. “But baby girl…. I’ve missed you too.” He raised me higher, I unlocked my legs and draped them over his shoulders. He licked up left thigh, opening the flood gates once more. He licked all the way to mound before teasingly passing over it and kidding down my right thigh. I grabbed his head and tried to pull him in, but his ass was too strong. So I threw that pussy at him and he caught it. Boy did he catch it. He worked my pussy like no man ever had. The way he worked me was like the paint brush strokes of a fine artist. He sucked my clit with the right amount of pressure, he made sure no part of my mound went unscathed. Oh, then he began tongue fucking me. I grabbed the back of his neck and head and fucked him right back. I came violently as places were now reversed and I was pressed against the door. “Damn daddy you missed me too huh?” I said through my heavy pants.

“Oh yes, I’ve missed you and I’ve only just begun to show you how much.”

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Continued from part i

As it turned out, Mirabelle lived only a quarter mile away from me so with a plan in place she and I went our separate ways. She went home to take care of her groceries and I went home to shower and wrap my ankle. An hour later there was a ring at the door.

Opening the door took my breath away, again. She was standing there with her hair tied back in a long flowing pony tail which reached halfway down her back. She was wearing an emerald green silk blouse and it was damned obvious that she had abandoned her bra as her nipples were creating an incredible erotic dance as those huge breasts danced freely. Fresh but subtly applied makeup highlighted her already beautiful face, and a light perfume filled every part of me. I couldn’t stop looking at her when she abruptly brushed past me. “You seem to get tongue-tied when you leer at me” she grinned. She shut the door behind her and gently pushed me against the wall pressed her lush body into mine, wrapped her hands around my head and kissed me full on – a tongue-dueling five minute kiss that was both soft and sensual and urgent at the same time. Her enormous chest was pressed into mine and my cock immediately sprang to full life again rising up quickly to press hard against her pussy. This big woman had a full on sexual effect on me that no other partner had ever had.

She pulled back and looked down grinning. “I wanted to get that out of the way and see if it was the shopping cart or me who got that monster going” she said laughing. “Guess it really was me” she grinned as she reached down and gently grasped my cock, stroking the length of me slowly. She held me through my slacks and purred appreciatively, seeming to judge everything about me by what was in her hand.

I looked down at her chest and saw her two huge nipples jutting out and doing some tenting of their own. “Looks like I’m not the only one with an erection issue at the moment” I grinned. She did nothing except thrust her chest out a bit further. “Yes, they seem to like you – quite a bit” she grinned back. I decided to return her boldness and reached up, cupping both of her huge heavy breasts in my hands and gently ran my thumbs over her nipples. That sent an electrified shock through her – damn I love a woman with sensitive nipples. She arched her chest further into my hands for a moment and sighed, smiling and backed away standing before me flushed with her breasts slightly heaving. We both took a moment, looking at each other and regaining some composure.

“So my injured Mr. charming… where are you sweeping me off to?”

“Never mind… I hope it will be a nice surprise. You like wine?” I asked.

“I love it when I taste something good but never have taken the time to learn much about it. For me I’m afraid it is usually a glass of house red or white which I normally wind up regretting because I just don’t know what to order” she replied.

“Oh good! That means I get to look worldly and smart and cultured” I laughed.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” she shot back.

“I have a secret weapon to wield with you” I laughed. My face was hurting at this point because she had me smiling so much just having fun bantering back and forth.

“Ok wine boy… are we going to stand here staring at each other and wondering what the other is like in bed or are we actually going to go somewhere and ‘get to know each other’ like you said?”

My goodness this woman could be direct. I gulped and sidestepped her to grab my keys off the hall table.

“This way then – I want to know everything about you. Consider that a first” I laughed. I gently spun her around and directed her movements to the garage with a bit of body steering.

Stepping into the garage, I pressed the opener and led her over to my weekend toy. A fully restored British-racing green Triumph TR6. Great for sunny days with the top down and not good for much else, but it sounds so sweet and really is a blast to drive.

“You’re going to take me out in that?” Mirabelle asked. I was crushed! I had spent 3 years rebuilding my toy to a mirrored perfection and she hated it.

“Well, yes… I was…” words failed me.

She immediately grasped that she had hurt me and became really embarrassed. “No you silly boy… I absolutely love your car; it’s beautiful what you’ve done with it… but with your ankle – I know that is a manual transmission because my ex had an old MG and they are quite similar… you won’t be able to walk by the time you get us to any seduction spot you have planned.” She purred – looking at me with sympathy running an open palm hand along the side of my face.

Now I felt the total idiot. Of course she was right. “Well it’s either that or we can take the boring Explorer… your choice” I responded.

“How about if we take mine and if things work out and we hit it off more than we seem to be, you can take me out in your little green seduction toy next time when your ankle is healed?” she bahis firmaları asked. She then leaned in and whispered directly in my ear “Besides – you really won’t need your cute car to seduce … consider me a done deal unless you turn out to be an asshole this afternoon…” and with that she turned and started to walk towards her car – a beautiful old Benz 600 also nicely restored – rare, powerful and expensive as all hell. I whistled appreciatively – especially since she had obviously wanted to impress – this was not the car from the market lot.

“Deal… so doc, my only request is that if I do anything or say stupid things that start endangering a second date, just tell me so I don’t head down a path I can’t turn around from..” I replied.

“Ok – you just entered that realm. I never, ever go by the name doc.” She laughed.

I followed behind her to watch the stunning big globes of her ass sway and of course she caught me. I was lost in the view of her obvious exaggerated sway when she looked back and grinned. She didn’t say a word.

Off we went in her car and as I gave directions out to my favorite place. My place. I couldn’t help but stare at her. How was it this truly stunning, smart, witty and accomplished woman was both really cool and available. I knew there must be some story there but decided to let it come out on its own as I knew it would someday. As I kept looking at her I marveled at the size of her – her chest as I mentioned was truly magnificent. Her legs were powerful but smooth and toned and her hips that flared out met a belly that while not flat, was certainly erotically sexy and curvy. And then there was that V. Hidden from view when we were in the store by a skirt, she was now wearing elegant khaki shorts that clung to her curves in a really appealing way. I had noticed when we were still at my place a tight outline of her pussy and the broad split between her lips that just begged indulgence.

It was all so distracting that I didn’t hear her question about where to turn now that we were stopped at a t-intersection. “Cat got your tongue Aaron or were you thinking about other things… like sex?” she grinned. Totally busted! “Yep – you’re right – I was completely lost, daydreaming about you sprawled naked in the sun on a blanket somewhere. Truth be told I was wondering how you taste?” I grinned at her.

“Oh my – and I thought I was kind of forward… what am I to do with you?” she laughed that beautiful laugh.

“Well – for starters, we could go somewhere and make love all afternoon and night…” I sighed.

“We’ll just see about that…” she said and placed the tip of her finger on my lips, then pushed it in my mouth. Excited would not really be the word to describe the flood of energy that coursed through my veins at that moment. I responded to her intrusion by swirling my tongue slowly around her fingertip while gently sucking away at it. “Mmmmm” was the only response I got from her. At that moment we got blasted from behind by a horn that sounded as if it belonged on a fucking train. We both exploded in laughter….

“Take a left here” I directed and within a mile we pulled up to my secluded place… romantic yet fun, with incredible food and a wine list that embarrasses many other establishments.

“Wow – I’ve heard and read all about this but never had any idea where it was” Mirabelle stated. “Kind of over the top for a glass of wine isn’t it?” I had pulled a ringer in choosing the location. I was a part, but mostly silent owner. The two other partners involved were very old friends – both of them passionate and extremely competent in their respected roles of executive chef and general manager. I was the wine guy on the side – not my profession but my lifelong passion and when the chance came up to be a part owner of a project that had zero chance of failure because of the people involved, I had jumped at the chance. That was over 15 years ago but I didn’t tell Mirabelle any of this. I had made a call before she arrived at the house to warn them I was coming and to play it cool.

We drove up to entrance as I directed and as is custom to the restaurant, from out of nowhere a young man came over to open the doors even though we were early, and whisk her car away to the lot. As he was nearing my side he spotted me through the glass and with a wink I knew word had spread to treat me just like any other guest.

The place is beautiful and secluded but is always booked solid for months in advance so even I was taking a chance showing up last minute. It was ownership rules that guests always came first no matter what. Luckily it was still early so the dinner shift was still mostly in final prep mode but the back patio would be open and peaceful. As we walked in the door I got kind of busted. “Aaron.. what the hell are you doing here?” came a shout from the office just inside the main old beam and iron door. The GM Jerry though it would be fun to pull a couple of punches and see where they landed.

“Hey kaçak iddaa Jerry… just thought I would show this beautiful… um, Mirabelle, one of my favorite places and grab a glass of wine or 10… and maybe some food if there is anything available before your customers show up tonight” I winked so that Mirabelle couldn’t see.

He caught on and reeled it back in. “Sure… park yourself out back – it’s really awesome out there this afternoon and quiet… should I send out a wine list?” he smirked. Yeah buddy … back at me in spades!

“That would be fantastic Jerry… thanks!” I responded. Yes – I know the 78 page wine list and inventory down to the bottle.

I guided Mirabelle through the west dining room to the French doors that led out to the patio. The place had been run down when we took it over and the first thing we did was work our asses off for a year – called sweat equity – to create a Garden of Eden out back. Custom wrought iron trellises and bowers were home to climbing roses and jasmines, a couple of lovingly tended Tempranillo grape vines and some hops. About 40 raised beds past the four secluded tables grew all of the salads, flowers and herbs the kitchen and dining room uses every day. Everything in the garden was in full vigor and the sound of a hidden fountain behind a wall of some sort of clematis leant this little tucked away spot an air of magic.

“You’re terrible” Mirabelle laughed as she punched me playfully in the arm. “How’s a girl supposed to escape your clutches with this all around? Is there a hidden bedroom out here too for when the girls get too crazed and just have to be ravished?” she smirked.

“She’s not supposed to escape… you’re doomed!” I grinned.

Jerry came out shortly with water, fresh brioche and a wine list being every bit the professional he is, not betraying a thing. I knew exactly what I was going to order but made the pretense of perusing the list for a moment anyway.

I placed the order and Jerry – the kidder – did his best Monty Python faux British snob accent… “very good sir, and will there be anything else?”

“No, thank you… now please hurry along… the lady’s thirsty” I teased. Jerry rolled his eyes at that one – I knew he’d get his own back.

“So – I take it you come here often?” she asked.

“Not as much as I used to” I honestly replied.

“What is that supposed to mean?” she asked.

“It’s kind of a long story and I’d rather hear something, anything about you – your life, what you do, what you like, what you don’t like… anything and everything – I’m all ears!” I replied.

“Hmmmm – a good looking man who doesn’t want to talk about himself? Either you’re every woman’s fantasy or you’re a serial killer in cognito!” Mirabelle responded.

“Definitely not the later and I think you’ll get tired enough of hearing about me sooner rather than later. Now spill the beans…. What is such a gorgeous woman doing alone in this life? Please Mirabelle – if you feel comfortable, tell me who you are.”

Just as Mirabelle was literally opening her mouth, Jerry came back with the wine and two beautiful highly polished Riedel stems. Mirabelle cocked an eye and said “it’s pink.”

“Yes… and…?” I replied.

“I hate to tell you this but I don’t really like pink wine. It’s too sweet. Kind of surprised you do…” she said.

I just grinned while Jerry poured her an ounce. He looked at me with that ‘you really should be the one doing this’ look. She took a tentative sniff and then a little sip. Her eyes lit up and she swallowed the rest instantly. “Oh my god – that’s fantastic” Mirabelle gushed. I just smiled as Jerry poured the glasses perfectly.

“Welcome to the world of southern France in a glass and real rosé Mirablelle; may it serve as a magic carpet to lands undiscovered, flavors new, and romance never before imagined” I said as I raised my glass in toast. She stared into my eyes as our glasses chimed and Jerry made a discrete exit.

We spent the next hour talking about everything under the sun. Mirabelle captured me in that hour and I felt emotions that I hadn’t felt for anyone since my first serious love. She told me she was an oncologist and professor at the local med school and about her divorce and much more. As our sun started to go down and our bottle emptied, Jerry came out and said our table was ready.

“Really? I don’t remember anyone making reservations? How did you…?” Mirabelle looked at me questioningly.

“I got us covered – if it’s ok with you? I guess I may have overstepped here but I though since we both need to eat …” I realized that I may have totally overstepped my bounds. “Oh damn – I never asked if you had plans… I guess I assumed…” I was quickly turning into a blithering idiot right in front of this woman. “I’m so sorry Mirabelle – if you need to, or want to go…”

She leaned over, took my hand in hers and pulled me forward until we were about an inch apart. “Thank you – I can kaçak bahis see you’re sort of torn up over just being a guy and just doing things without asking. How’s this for an answer?” She leaned in and gave me a slow, soft and very sensuous kiss, squeezed my hand and then backed away with a smoldering look in her eyes and said “let’s eat!”

As Jerry led us through the dining room Mirabelle whispered to me “My friends and I have tried to get in here but every time I tried they said it was a 9 week or more waiting list – how did you…?” she trailed off as we went through the kitchen doors and led to the chef’s table. Mirabelle looked around kind of timidly and asked “is it ok to be in here?”

Jerry smiled and said “nothing but the best for yourself and Aaron my dear.”

“I never knew that you could eat in a kitchen!” Mirabelle laughed as she took in the busy world around her. Line cooks finishing their prep and mise en place, dishes of all sorts being racked for plating, the busy work of a kitchen doing their final chores before service. All of a sudden a flame erupted from the line, shooting up the hood and there was Eric, head chef extraordinaire grinning like a fiend, jumping something in a pan as he laughed at the shock on my date’s face.

“This is too much… Aaron, you’re a dear! But now I need to find the ladies room… for more reasons than one” she winked. I gulped for more reasons than one. I knew the game would be over now. Down the hall there were pictures; a lot of pictures – of the three partners and the progress of rebuilding the place over the years, awards and articles, etc. Oh well. I hadn’t told her anything about me so I guess it was about time. I swallowed hard and stood, taking her hand in mine and said “right this way…”

As I led her down the hall to the restrooms I watched her face as she took in the memorabilia. She stopped at one with me holding an international magazine grand wine award and surrounded by several very famous faces. “Just a lucky guy who happened to be buying mangoes huh?” she smirked. “Guess you forgot to tell me something? I’ll be back in a bit and then we’re going to talk a little bit about you for a change.” She eyed me with a look that was a mixture of suspicion with humor and curiosity.

I went back to the table and Eric came over with two shot glasses of calvados. “Courage my son” he laughed and as soon as they had appeared they disappeared.

I took about twenty minutes before Mirabelle finally showed up again, with her arm draped through Jerry’s. They were laughing. I was sunk!

“So Mr. Aaron, owner, wine guy, business guy, author, chef, gardener, bricklayer, all-around great guy, this and that and what else Jerry? Oh yeah, heartbreaker? All true?” she asked with a touch of teasing to her voice. “When were you going to tell me anything at all about any of this?”

Jerry shrugged his shoulders and winked … “balls in your court pal” and walked away. Yep – he got me back.

I sighed and gently took both her hands in mine across the table. “Let me ask you this Mirabelle. What would have happened if I started blurting out what I do, who I am, and everything I’m involved in? I would be just another egotistical, overbearing, conversation-hogging bore. Just another windbag too stuck up to do anyone any good. I used to be so high on myself, my head was so far up my own ass that even I couldn’t stand to be in the same room with me. It took a few very hard knocks, some soul searching as to why I wasn’t happy with everything I’ve accomplished and a couple of really good friends – namely Jerry and Eric here and a couple of others – to turn me back into what I hope is a decent guy who can share himself with someone special without having to be the center of attention just because I’ve had some successes in life. Guess I should have taken you somewhere else for our first outing eh? I could have enjoyed a little bit of anonymity before this happened. Pretty dumb of me I but I wanted you to like me for me – not for this.” I said as I cocked my head about at a three star kitchen.

She was quiet and sat there just looking at me. For a few moments I thought she was going to get up and leave. Instead she leaned over and still holding my hands, said “I would have said, wrongly mind you – you’re full of it. Are you going to order more wine or do I need to look at that phone book you call a wine list and pick wrong?” I burst out laughing harder than I have in a very long time. I stood and raised her up and kissed her hard. She kissed me back harder. The kitchen erupted in cat calls and various lewd suggestions.

“Shut the fuck up you deranged hippy fry-flinging degenerates and get us something to eat” I laughed. Eric came over and gave me a big hug. “Guess the cat’s skinned eh? Jer said you were hiding out back – man – we were going to mess you up good if you two had started getting too hot and heavy out there. He turned to Mirabelle and swept her up into his arms as way of introduction and said “you break his heart and you’re on the next menu hot stuff” he laughed his crazy laugh and went back to sending amazing smells into the room.

“Any more surprises in store for me?” Mirabelle asked.

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Readers: there may be some of you who notice this isn’t the original version. I changed the characters a bit and cleaned up my writing a little, but I assure you, the story is in its heart the same. All the series with formerly Jason and Marea (now Mark and Lily) will also change to fit it. I just was dissatisfied with my writing style (author’s constant process of trying to improve self). I also felt my characters needed to have a slightly different look and feel to them behaviour so I’ve changed them up a teeny bit. Please enjoy. It’s still the same couple; you’ll see.

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“Fuck this, fuck this, fuck this, fuck this, fuck this!” Lily repeated her mantra as she stared at her bright, flickering computer screen. “Don’t you fucking crash on me now, you piece of shit!”

“What’s up, hon?”

Lily jumped in her seat and turned around in her chair to look over her shoulder. She smiled as Mark yawned with a mug of warm milk in one hand and scratched his bedhead with the other. His faded sleep shirt was tight against his torso, contrasting with his baggy light blue boxers that were a few sizes too big for him. She grinned at his sleepy expression, and noted how good he looked, even at three in the morning.

“Sorry, love. Did I wake you?” Lily looked at him apologetically as he shrugged and shuffled across the carpet to pull up a chair beside her. Setting the mug down, he blinked at the bright screen and yawned again.

“No, I wasn’t sleeping well. Feels weird when you’re not in bed, too,” he smiled sleepily at her and reached out to pet her cheek. “Are you almost done?”

“Yes. I just need to print this fucking stupid thing so I can paste in my diagrams and all that,” she groaned and tugged at her messy curls. “It’s due in two days and I need to edit it and crap.”

“Easy, then, just take care of it tomorrow,” Mark shrugged and looked at the screen, again, trying to figure out the abbreviations and mysterious symbols.

“That’s not my problem. My problem is it’s fucking frozen, and I need to save it!” Lily’s voice rose in pitch as she began to panic and frantically hit the magic trio of buttons on the keyboard.

“Easy, easy, hang on, let me see…” Mark grabbed her hands and set them in her lap. “Calm down. If you spazz at the computer it will spazz at you.”

Lily rolled her eyes but let him handle the keyboard and mouse. She stretched and looked at the clock again, mentally chastising herself for procrastinating. It was an abnormally hot night, and she grumbled knowing that tomorrow would be worse. She hated taking summer courses, but at least she could relax a little soon. Once this final lab was in, all she had to do was study for her exams. She prayed quietly that Mark could make her computer behave.

“And there you go. All saved, and all safe. Now will you come to bed?” Mark leaned over her to grab the mouse and Lily squealed happily, hugging him as best she could in his awkward position. “Easy, hon, watch the mug!”

Mark sat up quickly and moved the teetering cup to the bookshelf beside Lily’s cluttered desk. He turned back to look at her and blinked the last bit of sleep out of his eyes as he watched her double-check the file path and begin to save her research sources. He propped his chin in his hand lazily as he let his eyes wander over her, taking her in from the tips of her painted toenails to her auburn curly hair. Her normally pale skin glowed with a slight tan, and as she drew one leg up underneath her to sit on it, the flimsy fabric of her thin, white nightgown rode up her thighs. He idly noted he had bought it for her because he liked the look of it, and realized it was the first time she had worn it. The thin straps and small triangles of fabric that made up the top barely held her ample breasts in, and the gown cinched just below them. The nightie was soft and followed the form of her body, showing every curve she had. Mark smiled at her lazily, content to watch her work for a little while.

“I like that nightgown on you,” Mark purred. “You look sexy in it.”

Lily turned to look at him, one eyebrow arching high. “It’s too hot to wear anything else…” she paused and self consciously looked down, hugging an arm around her middle. “It’s nice, Mark. But I don’t like how it hugs my stomach like this. I look horrible in it.” She turned her attention back to the bahis firmaları computer, squeezing the arm a little tighter. Mark took in her tanned body contrasting the white fabric, and gazed at the cleavage that was now even more prominent.

“Bullshit. Would you just quit that? I say you look delicious in it, and would you get it into that pretty head of yours that your stomach is just fine?” He frowned at her and rubbed the slight bulge of her stomach, starting to tickle her a little bit.

She smacked his hand away and sucked in a little bit, making a few more clicks with the mouse. “Don’t you dare.”

He laughed quietly and reached for his mug. He offered it to Lily, and she shook her head slightly in response, her brows knitting at the lines of text flashing in front of her. He took a sip, watching her intently. The tips of her soft curly hair curved against her bare shoulders and framed her deep, expressive eyes. Smiling a little, he felt his cock stir: it had been a while, and she looked fantastic. Finishing the milk, he strolled out to put it in the kitchen, and came back up behind her, crossing his arms in front of her chest and nipping at her ear. “You’re done now. I said so. Come to bed.” His voice was slightly husky, and he began to drag his fingernails along the tops of her breasts, tracing his fingertips over their outline in the gown.

She hummed lightly in pleasure and looked up at him, cocking her eyebrow at him as he moved his fingertips to cup the large, delicious orbs and give them a small squeeze before tracing the outlines of her hardening nipples. He wiggled his eyebrows at her, making her laugh as she turned back to the monitor. Her chuckles turned into moans as he pinched at the small hardening buds through the thin fabric. Her head lolled to one side, giving him access to her neck and ear, as she made a soft sighing noise. His head dipped down to nip at her earlobe and slowly trace the outline of her ear as he roughly grabbed handfuls of her breasts.

“You have amazing tits, Lily,” he breathed into her ear, making the hair on her neck stand on end. “They look damn good in that thing you have on.” He kneaded the soft flesh, making them squeeze together and pull apart as he enjoyed the comfortable weight of them in his hands. He sucked hard on the upper shell of her ear and murmured, “but I think they’d look better with your nipples in my mouth, don’t you think?”

Lily was limp under his touch, and let out a soft moan in response. His voice was husky and was beginning to make her wet. It was deep, and whenever he whispered in her ear it rumbled and turned her to putty in his hands. Whenever he whispered dirty things in her ear, she figured she might as well be comatose. He loved to sneak up behind her whenever they were out and hug her from behind innocently, but whisper of how he was going to bend her over when they got home as he rubbed his stiff cock against her backside.

She mumbled a few incoherent words as he began to ease one of the thin straps down her shoulder, kissing a trail behind it. He repeated this with the other shoulder, watching the small pieces of fabric barely cling to the swell and underside of her soft, firm breasts. His erection was beginning to burn slightly now, and he shifted, annoyed at the constraints of his boxers. “Turn off the computer, Lily.” His voice was firm as he added, “Now.”

She barely breathed as she quickly closed all the open programs and commanded the machine to turn off. As the screen flickered to black, Mark let go of her long enough to pull his shirt off and kick his boxers off. He pulled her chair out from the desk and quickly planted a few kisses along her throat before letting go and walking to the door. She breathed heavily and turned slowly to look at him, leaning against the doorframe and smirking slightly. His cock was at attention, the swollen head pointing right at her and she licked her lips at the sight of his lean, tense body.

He knew she wanted him. They hadn’t had sex in ages, due to her being too tired from her studies. He was taking a summer off from courses and was working, but he at least had a regular sleeping schedule. Lily hadn’t even been masturbating, to his knowledge, and she looked as wound up as he suspected she was. He needed her too, and was doing well at controlling himself, but the sight of her in the kaçak iddaa thin, revealing gown had been the final straw.

He crooked his finger and beckoned her with it, winking as he turned and exited the door. Lily bit her lip, pulled the straps up on her nightgown, and switched off the desk lamp before following. She went through the door, and turned the corner toward the bedroom, but immediately was pinned roughly against the hallway wall. She let out a yelp of surprise that turned into a hot moan as Mark grabbed her wrists and pinned them above her head against the wall.

“Why, hello there…” Mark purred and nipped at her neck, pushing his body weight against her and pinning her entire body against the wall. “Mmm, now what’d you put these back for?” His teeth tugged against the thin straps of the flimsy dress, and he nipped his way down her chest to tuck his tongue under the small cups holding her wonderful breasts captive.

Lily mewled softly and her legs went limp. It had been far too long, and she loved the feel of Mark’s hard body fully against hers. Mark wedged his knee in between her legs and pressed against her more firmly. She felt him smile against her neck, and arched into him. “Oooh, Mark…”

He continued to pin her wrists above her head with one hand and let the other explore her soft body. Her skin was so soft and smooth, and he loved the feel of it under his rough hands. He tucked the white cups away and pulled her breasts into view, letting the fabric pull them up and together. He reached down and roughly pulled her leg up to hook onto his hip, planting it against the wall to keep it up high. He pulled the sleek, white fabric up and around her hips, growling softly at the feel of lace ties on his fingers.

Lily whimpered and squirmed half-heartedly, enjoying the domination Mark had. Her soft breasts with hard, pink swollen nipples waved against his face every time she moved, and she began to arch her back and nudge the smooth orbs against his mouth, hoping to get him to suck on them. Mark ignored the attempt, focusing on the lacy barrier between his fingers and Lily’s hot pussy. He could feel her heat and smell her arousal, every whiff of her beautiful scent making his cock twitch. He grabbed at the ties holding the panties on, and fumbled with them, groaning and stroking her pussy through her panties every once in a while. Finally, he got one side untied and left the lingerie dangling from her raised leg, plunging two fingers into her soaking pussy.

Throwing her head back, Lily whimpered loudly, beginning to buck against the two fingers stroking her walls almost immediately. Mark purred at her encouragingly, adding his thumb to tease at her clit. “That’s it, hon. Do you like that? Do you like my fingers in your hot little cunt? Fuck, Lily, you’re so tight…” He nipped at her ear and breathed more dirty words into it, making her whimper and moan as his fingers slid in and out of her slick pussy.

Another gasp came out of Lily’s mouth as Mark buried his face into her gently bouncing breasts. They were swaying mesmerizingly with his thrusts, and Mark couldn’t handle not having them in his mouth any longer. She always made such hot noises when he played with her nipples, and he knew exactly what to do to make her sing exactly how he wanted her to. He lapped at one hard bud, then another, flicking his tongue around the circumference of the taut flesh. Then he nipped the soft aureoles, tugging on them with his lips and teeth lightly. As her moans got higher in pitch, he then clamped his lips on first one nipple and the other, making her gasp and whimper his name. He wasn’t going to be able to hang on much longer. His cock was weeping precum now, and throbbing angrily. He was hanging onto every shred of self control to keep his fingers in her instead of his hard erection.

But he was waiting for it: she always begged him. She would look at him with her glazed eyes and bite her lip, teasing it with her teeth. She would loll her head back and gasp, and beg him to curve his fingers. When they first began dating, she had mentioned she was never able to find that hotspot in her pussy herself. She could not get the right angle with whatever toy she was using, and it turned out to be Mark was the only one who could do it right, and to her liking. He didn’t mind a bit. It satisfied some sort of deep, kaçak bahis primal urge to be the only one who could make her keen and whimper in that way. It made him feel like he had staked his claim somehow; and every time she begged him and looked at him with complete wanton and submission, he would smirk and curl his fingers, thinking, “Mine.” Yes, he wanted her to beg, and would hold out however long it took her to break down.

He lathed his tongue all over her delicious breasts, and purred at the stark tan line across her chest. The full globes were still creamy white, but the upper parts of her cleavage were golden. Her breasts were so large, she always had cleavage showing, even on moderately cut tops. He didn’t care: he liked seeing it, and liked showing her off, because she was his. She squeaked and panted, squirming and bucking her hips against his moving fingers.

“Maaaaaark…” she mewled, taken aback by the burning lust in his eyes when he looked at her. He kept pushing his fingers into her, making her crazy, and made no verbal reply to her moaning. “Please… do it…” her voice trailed off as her head lolled back again.

“Do what?” he grinned mischievously at her and nipped at her exposed neck.

“That…. that thing…” Lily knew he knew exactly what she was talking about.

“What thing? I’m not sure what you mean,” Mark smirked and squeezed at her wrists to get her to look at him.

“Please!!” She snapped her head forward to look at him, and half glared, half moaned. She bit her lip, knowing what he wanted her to do. Mark watched her with an intense gaze, his blue eyes darkened with arousal and biting his lower lip slightly. Lily’s body shuddered involuntarily, and she flushed even redder than she was, knowing he loved seeing her like this.

“Please what?” There was no grin, just an intense, hot, aroused gaze coming from his eyes. “Tell me, Lil. Tell me what you want.”

“Please, Mark…” She bit her lip and gasped at him, bucking her hips and hearing her voice go up in pitch. “Please fuck me with your fingers… curve them… make me cum on your hand. I love it when you do that. I can’t do it on my own… it feels so fucking good when you make me cum with your fingers. Do it, Mark… I want you to do what only you can…” She looked at him hotly and teased her bottom lip with her teeth, making small noises of desire at him.

He grinned as his hard cock twitched. Something about her moaning for him made his blood boil. He knew what to do. He let go of her wrists, and like dancers hitting their marks, their bodies shifted in the same familiar way they always did. One arm wrapped around her cocked leg and the other curved its fingers buried deep inside of her, while one of her arms wrapped around his neck and the other snaked down to tease her swollen clit. Lily screamed, and Mark muffled her mouth with his, thrusting his fingers into her pussy rapidly. He felt her body squirm and lose the ability to stand up, so he put more pressure on her and kept her pinned. He let her mouth go and in between her gasps, she managed to hear him spurring her on.

“That’s it, Lily. Cum for me. Rub that hot pussy of yours and make it cum around my fingers. I’m going to fuck you so hard after this… would you like that? I’ll fuck you however you want; I just want my cock inside you,” Mark growled right in her ear. “You’re so sexy, bucking and moaning like that. After you’re a good girl and cum for me, I’m going to lick you clean and fuck your sweet pussy until you cum again, and again, and again…” His voice trailed off as he felt his beloved clench around his fingers.

“Good girl, Lily… that’s a good girl… don’t hold back,” he urged her on and braced himself for the rough ride he knew was coming.

“Mark!” Lily screamed his name as her whole body went limp and shuddered. An onslaught of liquid splashed against Mark’s hand, and another few smaller jets of Lily’s cum trickled down his wrist in slightly thick, clear streams. Lily was moaning throughout the entire thing, and her hips were bucking high and hard. She tensed then relaxed to lie limp against Mark’s body, and looked up at him in a daze.

He chuckled. “I’m by no means done with you yet…” he purred and made his cock twitch against her belly. He licked two of his fingers clean and offered her the rest, groaning as she sucked on each of his fingers and lapped her tongue around them.

She grinned weakly and released his hand, raising an eyebrow as her hand clasped around his hard length. “You mean I’m not done with you…”

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G my one and only, may the games never end

*

“Hey you.”

We both typed at the same time, two words said to many but only holding that one special place, strange, but so true for me, a flush coming to my face, that almost cute feeling you get when someone you care so very much about is close by if not in body but in mind.

“How is the sexiest woman on earth today?” you asked.

I replied in the way I had done for over the past four years.

“I will ask her if I see her.”

We laughed.

We then went through the catch up chat, what we were doing and where our lives were taking us, our relationship so sound, nothing was a taboo subject, boyfriends, girlfriends, lovers all treated with 100% open honesty. We got talking about who I had written anything for, a habit I had formed some years ago, just letting my mind play games with a guy or girl that was fun, sexy, interesting, smart, intriguing, hell any one or all of the afore mentioned attributes, the feeling of want doing so much for a persons ego and well in my mind that’s not a bad thing, is it?

I said that I had written a short tease for someone and when you asked to see it I showed you the following and said I would be back in five with a coffee, I pressed send then left my study.

Walking out of the door, I smiled, slipping a cigarette in my mouth and cupping the light to block out the wind, my mind went on a wander. Why do you ask me to do these things? Do you get that much pleasure from knowing that when we say bye I still have you on my mind? Is it that you can go about your day with the thought popping into your head did she or didn’t she? I still smiled.

Leaning against the wall, I lifted my left leg so that my foot was resting against it, pushing myself against the wall with my right. Relaxing, I let my raised leg slowly sway, feeling the fabric of my shorts tighten then loosen over my pussy. Having been sat chatting to you it was tucked nicely into my slit and it was damp.

I closed my eyes as I took the last few drags of the cig, still my leg swayed, my clit beginning to tingle. Throwing the cig into the sand I kept my leg open then slid my hand down over the front of my shorts and pressed gently. As soft moan left my lips as I felt the wetness and I pressed my shorts against me harder, rubbing my finger slowly up and down, moulding them in between my lips.

Slowly I rubbed my hips moving forward then back, pressing my finger hard against my clit, my breath getting deeper, wanting more. I slide my hand from my lips and up then slowly unbuttoned my shorts, my fingers sliding against my stomach, popping each button as my hand slowly made its was down to my pussy.

Bending my right leg, I moved my hips and pushed my hand deep inside my shorts, three fingers brushing over my mound, then over my lips then pressing down onto my clit. Slow, big circles, round and round my clit then down, letting my fingers dip just into my pussy, rubbing them together, covering the tips of them in my juice then back up to my clit. More circles, getting smaller, tighter, making my clit throb, letting my nails brush over it, like the tip of a tongue. bahis firmaları Flicking it soft then hard, fast then slow, moaning quietly each time the tingle shot through my body.

Moving my fingers I held my clit and rubbed it, winking it, slow so slowly, moaning loader, my mind still wandering, picturing different things. Felling my body start to tense, pulling my fingers off my clit, wanting the feeling to go on and on. Pushing them down, teasing my lips, dipping my fingers in and out of my pussy, coating myself in my juices, loving the feel of soft smooth flesh all slick under my touch. Breathing so hard, wanting to pinch and pull my hard nipples but unable to trust myself so keeping my hand pressed hard against the wall.

Close so fucking close, getting to that unable to stop point, that not wanting to stop point, the need flooding over me. Back to my clit, rubbing it hard, groaning now, knowing I could be heard, not caring, faster faster fasterrrrrrrrrrr until I gasped, my eyes flying open, my fingers pressed hard against my clit, then I came, breathing out hard, moaning, gasping, everything at once. My clit throbbing, my fingers slipping into my pussy to feel it pulse around them.

In my mind you were sat, feet away from me, watching me wank as you held your throbbing cock. I could see the tip coated in your pre-cum, glistening as you rubbed your fingers up and down the shaft, your thumb rubbing through your pre-cum then smearing it down then slowly back up your length. Faster and faster you had wanked, your eyes fixed onto my fingers watching them work my pussy, hearing you moan as I slipped them in and out of me.

As we got closer I would have moved over to you, I would have stood, my legs each side of yours so that your cock was pointing towards my sweet wet hole. Faster and faster we wanked until you came, hot thick cum pumping from your cock, coating my fingers that were deep in my pussy.

You would have grabbed my arse to pull me closer, I would have moved back, my fingers slipping from my pussies grip to play with your cum, to slide my fingers through it, mixing it with my cum before sliding my fingers back into my pussy, you watching as your cum was finger fucked into me.

Closing my eyes again as every breath left my body and I slumped against the wall, my right leg juddering as the nerves tingled, knowing I felt dizzy from how hard I had cum, not from the cig, not from a drink, just pure orgasm.

It felt like hours but could have only been minutes until I opened my eyes and slowly slid my hand out of my shorts. Grinning I opened and closed my fingers, watching them glisten in the light, then I tasted, all three, pushing them into my mouth and just licking them, I could almost taste you. Then I giggled, I bit my lip knowing that I did this because you asked me to, not because I wanted to or was going to do it anyhow, just for you, why?

‘Boo!!”

I typed as I sat back down, it flashed up in the little message box on my screen, the view web cam msg showing so I clicked, your smile making me melt,

“So he got the Kelly wanket hu?” you typed, “tell me his reaction”.

You always asked kaçak iddaa this, the want to know how others felt, how they reacted yet all the time knowing I was yours making you almost smug.

So I told you, how he had his cam on as he read it, how he had pursed his lips and closed his eyes for a second at the part where I rubbed his cum into my pussy, how I had made him hard and that he wanked in the shower thinking about my little story.

You smiled and just typed back,

“He would have enjoyed you so much”

I laughed and said, “And how do you know I would not have enjoyed him?”

The tease in me working you to make you bite, and you did, with perfection, the reply being,

“No one is me Kelly!” Point to you my sexy man.

We continued to tease, each planting those subliminal words and messages in each other minds, knowing full well when the time came to switch off we would both have to play THE game. we chatted some more then called time on the typing game and said our goodbye’s, some how these never every got easier even though we were in contact most every day.

I watched the computer screen until it went black then I undressed, it would have been so easy to play in the shower, my cunt wet for you, your teasing working me as it does every time, but I wanted to wait, I wanted just a little more tonight.

I lay on my bed, naked, the window open, the breeze blowing in, the sheet just covering the tops of my thighs. I closed my eyes as I slid my hand over my tits, teasing each nipple between my finger and my thumb, pulling them gently, twisting one then the other, biting my lip so I did not moan as I pulled them harder, arching my back up as thought to push them into your mouth. Smiling I let each one go, the tingle warming my tits, sending shivers down my stomach which I traced with my fingers. Tiny circles drawn on my flesh, my mind thinking of you stood at the side of the bed, watching me, your eyes following each tiny movement of my fingers, your breath matching mine, your cock hard in your hand as you wanked it slowly.

My fingers reaching my mound, lifting them until the very tips of my nails floated over me I opened my legs, the sheet slipping off me as I pushed my hands down between my already wet thighs. Wider I opened my legs as if to give you a great view of what I was about to do. Pressing one finger hard against my lips it sank in to find my clit, I moaned, feeling how hard it was, how much I wanted you to suck it, to take it into your lips and flick it hard with your tongue, but you had to watch.

Lifting my hips, pressing harder, moving my finger up and down, round and round, rubbing my clit, my eyes never leaving yours, a smile on my face. I could wait no longer and just moved my hand down and let two fingers sink into my wet cunt. Deep and hard, no messing about I pushed them in and out of me, slow then fast, twisting and turning, my juices starting to coat them, so wet, so wet thinking of you stood, wanking, wanting, watching.

I snapped out of your mind control for just long enough to reach down to the side of my bed and take hold of my favourite toy, so life like, so real, not too thick, kaçak bahis not too long, just perfect, so ‘your’ cock like that it cold have been made from a model of you.

Then back, slipping so easily into your mind hold over me so I let my mind go as I rolled over, my hand almost crushed under me as I buried my face into the pillow. I felt you, felt your legs on either side of mine, holding my legs tight together, your teasing spanking almost stinging my arse. I could hear your words, mocking me with each slap,

“Want him do you?”

“Like him do you?”

“Your MINE, ALL mine sluttttttttttt”

“You love that I make you pay this way”

I bit my pillow, knowing that my moans could be heard through the open window. My mind in your total control, your words and actions so real. My fingers now moving slow and deep in and out of my wet cunt as I lifted my hips off the bed, lifting them for you, my mind now just a wash of pure lust.

You slapped me hard then bent and kissed the stinging redness on my arse, your tongue teasing down my crack, your fingers pushing my cheeks open, you moved so that your tongue flicked over my fingers as I finger fucked myself.

Then I stopped, I reached back with my other hand, gripping my toy, letting it slap against my arse, I slid my fingers out of me and up from under me so that I trailed my juices up and spread them over my tight arse, I could see your face as I pressed my toy hard against my arse hole, it would have been your cock about to enter me, I pushed down with my hand as I pushed up with my hips. I gasped as I felt the head push in, almost a pain but too close to pleasure.

My hand became you, my toy became you.

You thrust, gently, your cock slipping into me, my muscles gripping you, pulling you deeper and deeper until you were in me, your cock buried so deep in my tight hot arse. slowly you fucked me, nice teasing thrusts, almost out then nice and deep, you pushed so hard that you could grind your balls against me then that little extra push you so love to do, the one that makes me give in to you, the make me groan wanting it over and over, the one that pushes the very life air from me.

My fingers pressing against that thin wall of flesh, feeling your cock, almost stroking you as you fucked me, slowly building, getting faster, getting harder, Harder, I begged you, I panted and gasped for breath, wanting your cum, wanting it deep in me. Faster, faster I fingered myself, trying to hold back, wanting to cum, about to give in. I thrust them deep as your cock thrust deep into my arse, your hands would have been gripping my hips, pulling me back, I was telling you, asking you, begging you cum, cum, cum, cum and I lost control, we came, so fucking hard, my cunt gripping my fingers just as my arse would have gripped your cock, milking you like a good whores arse should do, I swear I could feel your cock twitching inside me.

I giggled, slowly opening my eyes I smiled, my mind is a wicked, wicked thing I am so glad you like it as a play ground, feel free to test my attractions any time sexy I though as I curled myself into a snug little ball, my fingers just slipping from my cunt and now resting wet against my lips, my toy, your cock, still deep in my arse, a warm glow sending me off to a happy sleep.

Until tomorrow my one and only when we shall play the mind games again.

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