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Herr Bär gibt Prozente!!!NETZFUND!!!Mein Mann Markus und ich waren jetzt seit Jahren glücklich verheiratet.Wir haben uns damals bei einem Seminar kennen gelernt und es hat beiuns Beiden sofort gefunkt. Markus arbeitet sehr erfolgreich auf einerBank in der Nähe von München. Ich arbeite als Chefsekretärin in einemkleinen Industrieunternehmen. Markus ist 24 Jahre alt und ich bin 23Jahre alt. Zu unserem großen Glück kam im letzten Jahr unsere Tochterauf die Welt. Eigentlich wollten wir mit der Familienplanung nochwarten, da wir erst noch im Beruf richtig durchstarten wollten.Natürlich wollten wir auch noch uns selbst genießen mit weggehen,Partys und feiern. Als ich dann allerdings die Nachricht vomFrauenarzt bekam, freuten wir uns trotzdem richtig und beschlossen dasKind zu behalten. Mein Chef war nicht wirklich begeistert als ich esihm gesagt habe, da ich erst sehr kurz im Unternehmen arbeitete undgerade die Probezeit überstanden habe. Aber gut, es war wie es war undlies sich nicht ändern. Nachdem meine Tochter dann auf der Welt war,war ich ein Jahr in Elternzeit und genoss die Zeit mit meinem Babysehr. Auch Markus gab mir jede Unterstützung die ich brauchte. Ichliebe Beide wirklich sehr. Nun war allerdings die Elternzeit wiedervorbei und ich arbeitete seit wenigen Tagen wieder als Chefsekretärinin meinem alten Unternehmen. Eigentlich wollte ich nicht so wirklich,aber wir waren auf mein Gehalt angewiesen da Markus nicht so vielverdiente. Allerdings würde laut unserer Rechnung ein Halbtagsjobdurchaus reichen um über die Runden zu kommen und so hatte ich heuteeinen Termin bei meinem Seniorchef um mit ihm über die Angelegenheit zureden und ihn zu fragen ob es möglich wäre, meine jetzige Stelle um 50%zu reduzieren. In der Zeit wo ich jetzt arbeitete, war meine Tochterbei meiner Mutter untergebracht, die auch sehr viel Unterstützung mitein brachte. Mein Senior Chef war 60 Jahre alt, groß gewachsen, molligaber mit stattlicher Figur. Eben eine richtige Führungspersönlichkeit.Da ich nicht wusste wie mein Chef reagieren würde, war ich ziemlichnervös und unruhig. Das fing bereits Morgens an, in dem ich meinenKaffee verschüttete. Natürlich habe ich mich auch Heute besondersherausgeputzt. Da es ziemlich heiß war, es war ja Hochsommer, habe ichmir einen schwarz weissen Wickelrock angezogen und eine hellekurzärmlige Bluse. Einen weisen Spitzenstring und einen weisen spitzenBH. Auf Strümpfe habe ich auf Grund der Hitze verzichtet. Dann nochschwarze Slipper dazu. Dezent geschminkt war ich mit meinem Spiegelbildsehr zufrieden. Ich wollte ja nicht zu Sexy wirken für so ein wichtigesGespräch. Allerdings schien das die Männerwelt etwas anders zu sehendenn meinem Mann gefiel scheinbar wirklich sehr was er da sah, denn erumarmte mich ungeniert von hinten und griff mir frech an meinen Busen.Dann küsste er meinen Nacken und griff mir zwischen meine Beine. “Amliebsten würde ich Dich auf der Stelle vernaschen”, hörte ich ihn anmeinem Ohr flüstern. “Wollen wir uns heute Abend um ein Brüderchen fürunsere Kleine kümmern”, grinste er frech während er mir meine nasswerdende Muschi durch den Rock massierte. Ich drehte mich zu ihm um,gab ihm einen langen Zungenkuss und sagte lüstern: “Sehr gerne meinSchatz. Ich bin heute tatsächlich in meiner absoluten heißen undfruchtbaren Phase und es könnte Heute tatsächlich klappen”. Ichzwinkerte ihm zu und wir küssten uns nochmal leidenschaftlich. Danngingen wir ziemlich aufgeheizt, jeder unseres Weges in der Vorfreudewas Abends wohl kommen mag. Im Geschäft angekommen merkte ich rechtschnell das die Stimmung heute ziemlich frostig war. Mein Chef ranntebrüllend durchs Unternehmen und verbreitete eine miese Stimmung. Ichwar Froh das mein Termin mit Ihm erst am Nachmittag stattfinden sollte.So hatte er noch den ganzen Tag Zeit um an seiner schlechten Laune zuarbeiten, die dann hoffentlich wieder besser war. Doch ersten kommt esanders und zweitens als man denkt. Als er nämlich durch alleAbteilungen gewütet ist, lief er an meinem Tisch vorbei direkt in seinBüro und brüllte: “Frau Lutz, wir ziehen unser Meeting vor, bittekommen Sie umgehend in mein Büro und sorgen Sie dafür das wir ungestörtbleiben”. Mir wurde es ganz anders und vor lauter Nervosizäz fing ichan am ganzen Körper zu zittern. Wie sollte ich mit ihm in dieser miesenStimmung über mein Anliegen reden? Ich konnte mir die ganze Sachewahrscheinlich gleich abschminken. Zittrig schloss ich die Türe zumeinem Vorzimmer und sperrte sie ab, so das wir ungestört bleibenkonnten. Dann leitete ich alle Telefongespräche auf ein anderes Telefonum und ging mit weichen Knien in das Büro von Herrn Bär. Mein Chef sasshinter seinem Bürotisch und machte eine Geste, die mir andeutete dasich mich auf den Stuhl vor seinem Tisch setzen sollte was ich dann auchtat. Geistesabwesend fing er an zu sprechen und fragte mich: “FrauLutz, was kann ich für Sie tun”? Mein Mund war staubtrocken und ich warimmer noch völlig zittrig. “Herr Bär”, fing ich mit belegter Stimme anzu ihm zu sprechen. “Wie Sie ja wissen habe ich seit einem Jahr einekleine Familie und ich würde sehr gerne etwas mehr Zeit mit meinerkleinen Tochter verbringen. Deswegen habe ich die Frage, ob es möglichwäre meine Arbeitszeit zu reduzieren”? So, nun war es raus, aber ichfühlte mich kein bisschen entspannter und besser, im Gegenteil. HerrBär blickte nun von seinem Schreibtisch auf und sah mich einigeSekunden einfach nur an. Der Blickkontakt fühlte sich für mich wie eineEwigkeit an und ich kam mir vor wie ein Kaninchen das vor einerSchlange sitzt und wartet was passiert. Es war furchtbar. Ich konnteseinem Blick nicht standhalten und schaute devot und ängstlich aufmeinen Schoß. “Frau Lutz”, sagte mein Chef mit nun ruhiger, aberdominanter Stimme. “Wie stellen Sie sich das vor? Sie haben in meinemUnternehmen angefangen als Chefsekretärin. Kurz darauf wurden SieMutter. Dann fielen Sie hier im Unternehmen über ein Jahr aus. Nun sindSie endlich wieder da und fragen mich ob ich Ihre Arbeitszeitreduziere? Wissen Sie das Sie die Firma bisher deutlich mehr Geldgekostet haben als Sie sich auch nur im geringsten vorstellen können”.Und wieder sah er mich mit durchdringenden Blick an und schien zugenießen das ich wie ein Häufchen Elend mit gesenktem Kopf vor ihm saß.”An wieviel Prozent Reduzierung haben Sie denn gedacht”, fragte er michschließlich entnervt. Meine Worte kamen wie Sandbröckchen aus meinemMund. “Ich würde gerne 50% reduzieren”. “50%”, schrie Herr Bär undsprang aus seinem Stuhl. “Wie stellen Sie sich das vor? Wer soll IhreArbeit machen? Ich müsste wieder eine neue Kraft einstellen die Ihre50% ausgleicht. Das geht nicht so einfach”. Er rannte nun wütend imBüro herum. Mir war sterbenselend zumute. Ich kam mir vor als hätte ichein Schwerverbrechen begangen. Was war heute nur los mit Ihm? Er hatteschon öffters Wutausbrüche, aber das? Mittlerweile rannten mir dickeTränen übers Gesicht und ich weinte und schluchzte: “Ich möchte dochnur mehr Zeit mit meinem Baby verbringen. Aber wir brauchen auch dasGeld das ich verdiene. Es geht uns finanziell nicht ganz so gut und wirsind auf mein Gehalt angewiesen. Und ich habe ausgerechnet das 50% vomGehalt her gut ausreichen müsste um über die Runden zu kommen. BitteHerr Bär, ich werde alles tun damit das alles gut funktioniert”. Ichheulte nun fürchterlich. Aber ihm war das anscheinend egal. Wütend kamer direkt auf mich zugestampft, drehte meinen Stuhl mit Schwung zu ihmund stützte sich mit seinen Armen auf den Lehnen links und rechts abund kam mit seinem Gesicht direkt zu meinem Gesicht. Nase an Naseschrie er auf mich ein: “Frau Lutz, ich finde Sie ziemlich unverschämtund eigentlich hätte ich sehr große Lust sie jetzt und hier auf derStelle rauszuschmeissen. Ich fühle mich von Ihnen total verarscht,schon damals als Sie kurz nach der Einstellung schwanger wurden oderbereits waren. Ich glaube das war schon damals alles gut durchdacht vonIhnen und Ihrem Mann. Aber wissen Sie was? Ich wusste Heute bereits imVorfeld warum sie zu mir kommen wollten. Eine Kollegin von Ihnen hat esmir erzählt. Und wissen Sie was? Diesmal bin ich es der alles gutvorbereitet und durchdacht hat”. Ich saß mit großen Augen da undüberlegte welche meiner Kolleginnen so gemein war und ihm allesverpetzt hatte. Natürlich hatte Herr Bär mit keiner Silbe recht. Es warvöllig ungeplant das ich schwanger wurde. Und nichts war irgendwiedurchdacht. Aber ich gebe zu, das man es als Aussenstehendertatsächlich so sehen konnte. Herr Bär löste sich nun wieder von mir undging zu seinem Schreibtisch zurück. Er holte grinsend fünf Dokumenteaus seiner Schublade und klatschte diese auf seinen Schreibtisch. Dannstampfte er mit stechendem und mich fixierendem Blick wieder zu mir undbegab pendik escort sich in die gleiche Position wie eben. Nase an Nase. Ich drehtemeinen Kopf und schaute auf die zwei Dokumente und machte mir Gedankenwieso er so gemein gegrinst hatte als er diese aus der Schublade holte.Herr Bär nahm seine Hand und drehte mit dieser schroff meinem Kopf indie Ausgangsstellung zurück. Grinsend sagte Herr Bär: “Die haben Sie imAugenblick noch nicht zu interessieren. Um die Dokumente geht es erstspäter”. Dann blickte ich ihn wieder ängstlich und devot an und Tränenliefen an meinen backen herunter. Herr Bär kam dicht an mein Ohr undflüsterte ruhig und deutlich: “Wissen Sie Frau Lutz, ich möchte gernean Ihnen einen kleinen Test versuchen und vielleicht sogar ein Exempelstatuieren. Ich möchte einfach gerne sehen, wie Sie sich jetzt gleichverhalten nachdem Sie mit solch großen Worten um sich geschmissenhaben”. Dann lies er wieder von mir ab, ging zu seiner Bürotür undschloss diese nochmal zur Sicherheit ab. Dann drehte er sich wieder um,kam zu mir zurück und meinte trocken: “Wissen Sie, es ist mir jetztauch völlig egal wie Sie reagieren und was im Nachhinein passiert.Wissen Sie Frau Lutz, wir sind in meinem Büro alleine, keine Zeugen,nur Sie und ich. Frau Lutz, Sie würden also wirklich alles tun um Ihre50% zu bekommen”? Dann schaute er mir tief in meine Augen und sagte imBefehlston und Dominant, “Beweisen Sie es”. Mit diesen Worten löste ersich von meinem Stuhl, öffnete seine Hose und zog diese zusammen mitder Unterhose bis zu seinen Knien herunter. Schlaff und schwer hing einriesiger Schwanz zwischen seinen Beinen. Unfähig irgendetwas zu machen,hing mein Blick wie gefesselt an diesem Monsterschwanz. Ich war völliggeschockt und unfähig die Situation richtig einzuschätzen und zureagieren. Ich hätte aufspringen müssen, ich hätte sein Büro verlassenmüssen, ich hätte sofort kündigen müssen aber ich war in totalerSchockstarre. Es war eine komplett surreale Situation. Wie eingefrorenhing mein Blick an diesem Monster von Schwanz fest. Ich hatte so etwasnoch nie gesehen. Er war im schlaffen Zustand mindestens 3 mal so dickund doppelt so lang wie der von meinem Mann. “Na Ihnen scheint ja zugefallen was Sie da sehen”? Hörte ich Herrn Bär wie durch eineSchleierwolke hindurch von ganz weit weg sagen. Grinsend sprach erweiter: “Ich sag Ihnen was Frau Lutz. Wenn Sie meinen Schwanz jetzt aufder Stelle anfassen, groß machen und blasen, bekommen Sie eine Kürzungvon 25% fürs volle Gehalt”. Was sagte er da? Eine 25% Kürzung und ichbekomme mein volles Gehalt? Ein innerlicher Kampf begann. Ich hättemehr Zeit für mein Baby, wir könnten ein zweites machen und ich hättetrotzdem mein volles Gehalt! Wie in Trance griff ich an den Schwanz vonHerrn Bär und versuchte ihn zu Umfassen. Es war unglaublich, es klapptenicht. Ich konnte seinen schlaffen Schwanz nicht umgreifen. Den Schwanzvon meinem Mann konnte ich mit drei fingern umgreifen. Langsam fing ichan den Schwanz von Herrn Bär zu streicheln und zu wixen. Und langsamfing er an sich aufzurichten bis er fett, groß und mächtig wie einSpeer von meinem Chef abstand. Jetzt konnte ich den Schwanz von HerrnBär nur noch etwas mehr als die Hälfte umgreifen. Ich nahm jetzt beideHände übereinander und es schaute oben immer noch ein gutes Stück vonseinem Schwanz heraus. Ich zog ihm langsam die Vorhaut zurück undwieder nach vorne und ein riesiger Tropfen vorsaft kam aus seinerEichel und lief mir die Hand herunter. Ich habe sowas noch nie gesehen.”Trauen Sie sich Frau Lutz, zwei Anforderungen haben Sie ja schonerfüllt”, sagte er grinsend. “Sie haben Ihn angefasst und Sie haben ihngroß gemacht. Jetzt fehlt nur noch die dritte Bedingung, erst dannbekommen Sie die 25% bei vollem gehalt.” Langsam zögernd ging ich mitmeinem Kopf näher zu seinem Schwanz und der Geruch von Herrn BärsGeilheit stieg in meine Nase. Ich öffnete meinen Mund soweit wie esging während ich seinen Schwanz weiter mit beiden Händen wixte. Als ichseine Vorhaut wieder zurück und vor schob, kam wieder ein riesigerTropfen Vorsaft aus Herrn Bärs Eichel und tropfte zäh und langsam vonseiner Eichel in Richtung Boden. Ich musste mich wirklich überwinden,aber schließlich senkte ich meinen Kopf und nahm den Vorsaft mit meinemMund auf und versuchte dann seinen Schwanz in meinen Mund zu bekommenwas in keinster Weise funktionierte. Mit Mühe und Not konnte ich seineEichel mit meinem Mund aufnehmen, hatte aber im Mund keine Möglichkeitmit meiner Zunge an dieser zu spielen um so Herrn Bär zu befriedigen.Also wixte ich den Schwanz mit meinen Händen weiter und bewegte meinenMund vor und zurück über die Eichel. Eine andere Möglichkeit gab esnicht um meinem Chef einen zu blasen. “O mein Gott”, sagte Herr Bär zusich selber. “Sie macht es tatsächlich diese geldgeile Schlampe. Oh jaFrau Lutz, bisher hat mein Schwanz noch in keinen Mund gepasst. Ichhätte nicht gedacht das es mit und bei Ihnen klappt. Ich habe Sie alsbrave Mami und Ehefreu eingeschätzt”. Bei diesen Worten streichelte ermeinen Kopf und ich schluckte seinen Vorsaft herunter der sich inmeinem Mund angesammelt hatte. Mir wurde schwindelig und dicke Tränenkullerten an mir herunter. Was tat ich hier nur? Ich liebte meinen Mannüber alles und ich liebte mein Kind. Und wie sprach Herr Bär mit mir?Ich war doch keine Schlampe die für Geld alles machte. Aber ich hattegerade den Monsterschwanz von meinem Chef im Mund und wiederlegte damitalles was ich mir einzureden versuchte. Was tat ich nur? Ich tat es fürmehr Zeit mit meiner Tochter und für mehr Geld. Und wieder ranntenTränen herunter. Wieder hörte ich meinen Chef reden: “Frau Lutz, Siemachen das prima, Ihr Mann ist zu beneiden. Ich habe Sie völlig falscheingeschätzt. Ich habe damit gerechnet das Sie auf der Stelle gehen unddann hätte ich Sie gekündigt. Ich habe nicht damit gerechnet einekleine Hure als Sekretärin zu haben. Tja Frau Lutz, dann muss ich michjetzt wohl oder übel an meinen Diel halten”. Mit diesen Worten zog erseinen Schwanz aus meinem Mund, schnappte sich eins der fünf Dokumenteund unterschrieb darauf. Dann gab er mir das Dokument auf demtatsächlich stand das ich um 25% reduzieren kann bei vollem gehalt.Herr Bär gab mir seinen Kugelschreiber und völlig verdutzt unterschriebich den Vertrag. So bizarr wie alles war kam doch tatsächlich einwohlgefühl in mir auf. Herr Bär hat tatsächlich Wortgehalten auch wennich mich dafür verkauft hatte und das erste mal überhaupt einen anderenSchwanz als den von meinem Mann angefasst und in meinem Mund hatte. Ichwar baff und verwundert streifte mein Blick über die anderen vierDokumente. “Ah ich sehe Sie wundern sich über die restlichen Dokumenteund fragen sich, was das zu bedeuten hat, nicht wahr”? Ich nicktemeinem Chef verwirrt zu. “Also passen Sie auf Frau Lutz, wir machen dasder Reihe nach. Jeder der vier verbleibenden Verträge hat eine Klauseldie wir der Reihe nach durchspielen. Die erste haben Sie schonerreicht. Nun biete ich Ihnen mit dem zweiten Vertrag die Möglichkeit35% Kürzung bei voller Bezahlung zu erhalten. Alles was Sie dafürmachen müssen ist Ihr Oberteil und Ihren BH auszuziehen und mich anIhren Brüsten lecken, saugen und massieren lassen. Währenddessenmassieren Sie meinen Schwanz weiter. Was halten Sie davon”? VölligPerplex und doch ohne zu zögern zog ich mein Oberteil und meinen BHaus. Ich hatte seinen Schwanz im Mund gehabt, da war das ja jetzt wohlein Klags. Herr Bär kam mit einem grinsen zu mir, fasste unter denStuhl und kippte ihn nach hinten so das ich nun auf dem Stuhl mehr oderweniger lag. Dann stellte er sich zwischen meine Beine, senkte seinenKopf auf meinen Busen und begann meine Brüste zu massieren und anmeinen Brustwarzen zu saugen. Ich dachte an den Deal und griff wiegewollt zwischen seine Beine und massierte so gut ich es eben konnte indieser Stellung seinen Schwanz. Immer wieder strich ich mit meinemDaumen über seine Eichel was meinem Chef besonders gut zu gefallenschien. Immer intensiver massierte und saugte er an meinen Brüstenherum. Es war mir furchtbar unangenehm und völlig ungewollt, aber dieseganze saugerei an meinen Warzen führte dazu, das ich langsam abersicher nass zwischen den Beinen wurde. Ich hasste mich dafür. Als erwieder mal in meine Brustwarze biss, konnte ich mir ein Stöhnen leidernicht mehr unterdrücken und ich merkte wie der Saft in meine Muschischoss. Herr Bär hörte schlagartig auf, schaute mir ins Gesicht undfing an zu grinsen. “Das Glaub ich jetzt aber nicht Frau Lutz. Ihnengefällt was gerade passiert, stimmts? Ich wette Sie sind klitschnasszwischen den Beinen, oder? Sind Sie bei Ihrem Mann auch so oder nur beiFremden Männern? Ihr Mann schafft es bestimmt nicht Sie so zu erregen,nicht wahr?”? Dabei fasste er mir escort pendik so gut es ging bei einem Wickelrock,zwischen die Beine und traf direkt meinen Kitzler. Ob ich wollte odernicht, ich bäumte mich auf und musste stöhnen. Was machte mein Körperhier nur mit mir? Herr Bär biss mir grinsend und zufrieden noch einmalin meine Brustwarzen, stieg von mir herunter und machte aus meinerLiege wieder einen Stuhl. Dann ging er zum Tisch. Er nahm den zweitenVertrag und unterschrieb ihn. Dann brachte er ihn mir. Ich las: 35% beivollem gehalt. Es war unglaublich was hier gerade passierte. Wie inTrance unterschrieb ich den zweiten Vertrag und gab ihn wieder meinemChef. Der nahm den ersten Vertrag und lies ihn durch den Papierwolf.Ich hatte es geschafft. 35% bei vollem Lohn. Gierig und etwas über michselbst erschrocken schaute ich auf den dritten Vertrag der auf demTisch lag. Herr Bär registrierte das und fing laut an zu lachen. “Na naFrau Lutz. Nicht so gierig. Ich denke wir sollten es bei den 35%belassen da ich nicht denke das Sie für die dritte Bedingung bereit undfähig sind.” Wieder grinste er mich an. Ich wollte aber zumindestwissen was es war und flüsterte mit gesenktem Blick, im devoten undunterwürfigen Ton: “Bitte Herr Bär, sagen Sie mir was Sie noch wollenund was dabei für mich herausspringt”? Herr Bär kam wieder zu mirherüber, dicht an mein Ohr und flüsterte grinsend: “Frau Lutz, FrauLutz, Sie fangen an wie eine Nutte zu denken. Wollen Sie es wirklichwissen Frau Lutz”? Erschrocken über seine Aussage die den Nagel auf denKopf traf, nickte ich nur. “Also Frau Lutz”, sagte mein Chef lachend.”Sie bekommen 40% reduziert bei vollem gehalt wenn ich Sie an Ihrer,mit sicherheit klitschnassen Muschi lecken darf. Also, was sagen Sie”?Ich schüttelte meinen Kopf. Das wollte ich jetzt wirklich nicht. “Esist Ihr Deal Frau Lutz, Sie alleine entscheiden und ich sagte Ihnen jadas sie mit den 35% zufrieden sein sollten. Aber vielleicht überlegenSie es sich nochmal? Vielleicht kann ich es für Sie etwas interessantermachen. Sozusagen ein kleiner Zusatzdeal. Sie ziehen Ihren Wickelrockund Ihre Unterhose aus. Sollte Ihre Muschi nicht nass und geil sein,bekommen Sie von mir die 40% als freiwillige Leistung. Sollte sie abernass sein und davon gehe ich aus, müssen Sie sich die 40% verdienen indem ich Sie lecken und mit meinem Finger ficken darf. Na, was sagenSie”? Unfähig etwas zu sagen klappte Herr Bär meinen Stuhl wieder um,machte die Schleife an meinem Wickelrock auf und zog diesen mit samtmeiner Unterhose herunter. Ich war völlig überrumpelt und überraschtüber diese Aktion. Herr Bär spreizte meine Beine und fing lauthals anzu lachen. Ich wusste sofort warum. Ich war nicht nass, nein, ich liefregelrecht aus, warum auch immer. “Also Frau Lutz, da kommen wir wohlnicht drumherum etwas für Ihre 40% zu machen”. Mit diesen Wortenbewegte er seine Finger vor meinem Gesicht und versengte seinen Kopfzwischen meinen Beinen. Dann leckte er meine trifnasse Muschi aus.Immer wieder traf seine Zunge meinen Kitzler und immer wieder traf esmich wie ein Blitzschlag. Dann steckte er, wie es der Zusartdealverlangte, einen Finger in mich und begann mich mit diesem langsam zuficken während er mich weiter leckte. Ich konnte nichts dagegen machen.Ich spürte wie eine riesige woge eines Orgasmusses auf mich zu kam. Ichhatte noch nie in meinem Leben so ein Gefühl. Es war unbeschreiblich.Mein Chef merkte natürlich an meinem Atem und an meiner Körpersprachewas mit mir los war. Sofort löste er sich von mir, säuberte seinGesicht mit einem Taschentuch, klappte meinen Stuhl wieder hoch, gingzum Schreibtisch und unterschrieb den dritten Vertrag. Dann kam er mitdiesem zu mir und sagte “Frau Lutz, den haben Sie sich wirklichverdient.” Und mit einem lächeln übergab er mir den Vertrag den ichsofort unterschrieb. Dann nahm Herr Bär den zweiten Vertrag und liesihn ebenfalls wie den ersten durch den Papierwolf. Jetzt blieben nurnoch zwei Verträge übrig. “Frau Lutz, können Sie sich denken was dievierte Bedingung ist”? Grinste mich mein Chef an. “Ja Herr Bär, aberich hatte noch nie Analsex und ich denke nicht das Ihr Schwanz in michpasst”. Perplex schaute Herr Bär mich an und fing kräftig an zu lachen.”Aber Frau Lutz, wie kommen Sie nur auf analsex? Nein, das möchte ichIhnen nun wirklich nicht zumuten”. Ich überlegte und sagte dannunsicher zu meinem Chef: “naja, ich dachte weil da noch zwei Verträgeliegen das die eine Bedingung Analsex und die andere Bedingungrichtiger Sex ist, was aber für mich auf keinen Fall in Frage kommt”.Herr Bär schaute mich immer noch lachend an und sagte: “Frau Lutz, FrauLutz. Da haben Sie nicht schlecht kombiniert das gebe ich zu. Abernein. Bereits die vierte bedingung ist sex. Ich wollte Sie schon langeficken und ich biete Ihnen jetzt 50% Reduzierung für volles Gehalt an.Na was sagen Sie. So wie Ihre Votze ausläuft wollen Sie es doch auch,geben Sie es zu”. Entsetzt starrte ich in das Gesicht von Herrn Bär.”Ich kann das unmöglich machen Herr Bär. Alles, aber das geht nicht”.Herr Bär kam an meinen Stuhl, senkte seinen Kopf direkt an mein Ohr,legte seine hand in meinen Schoß und massierte meinen Kitzler währender flüsterte: “Frau Lutz, Sie sind doch genau so geil wie ich, Sielaufen ja förmlich aus, ich sehe an Ihrer Körpersprache, das Ihr Mannes nicht mal halb so gut drauf hat Sie Geil zu machen wie ich und ichverspreche Ihnen das mein Schwanz ihnen mehr als gefallen wird”.Langsam massierte er meinen Kitzler weiter während er mir in die Augenschaute. Wieder schüttelte ich meinen Kopf zaghaft während ich langsamaber sicher wieder meinen Orgasmus aufsteigen spürte. “Herr Bär, Sieverstehen nicht. Ich kann und darf nicht mit Ihnen ficken. Ich binHeute in meiner absolut fruchtbaren Phase und ich könnte schwangerwerden. Ich habe Heute meinen Eisprungund Sie wollen mich ja wohl nichtschwängern”? Herr Bär hörte schlagartig auf meinen Kitzler zu massierenund blickte mich überrascht und tief an. In seinem Kopf fing es an zurattern, das konnte ich sehen. Dann grinste er wieder leicht und fingwieder an meine Muschi zu massieren. Diesmal etwas fester undintensiver. Erfreut merkte Herr Bär wie ich anfing mit meinem becken zukreisen und langsam aber sicher in einem Rausch versank. Ich merkte dases mir schwer viel zu sprechen und zu denken. Ich spürte den Orgasmusder sich immer mehr annäherte und aufbaute. Ich hatte dieses gefühlnoch nie in meinem Leben. Mein Chef erkannte die Situation sofort undmassierte mich jetzt wieder leichter. Dann kam er wieder an mein Ohrund ich hörte Ihn wie durch Watte flüstern: “Das bedeutet sie könnten,wenn wir ficken würden, schwanger werden? Ist das sicher”? Völligbenebelt nickte ich mit meinem Kopf, dankbar das er es verstandenhatte. “OK, wie sicher ist das”? Flüsterte Herr Bär weiter. Durch dieMassage war ich allerdings mittlerweile unfähig mich zu artikulierenund ein lautes Stöhnen verlies meinen Mund. Herr Bär grinste wieder undfragte dann: Frau Lutz, nicken werden Sie ja noch können, oder? Alsowie sicher ist es das ich Sie schwängern könnte? Ist es nur möglich”?Völlig weggetreten schüttelte ich meinen Kopf. “Ist es relativ möglichdas ich Sie schwängern könnte”? Wieder schüttelte ich meinen Kopf. “Istes ziemlich sicher das ich Sie schwängern könnte”? Und wieder sah HerrBär ein Schütteln meines Kopfes. Dann, mit einem fetten grinsen fragteHerr Bär mich: “Also ist es absolut sicher das ich Sie schwängernkönnte”? Und dieses mal nickte ich wild. “OK Frau Lutz und das wollenSie natürlich nicht”: Dankbar schüttelte ich mit meinem Kopf. “FrauLutz, sind Sie sich da wirklich völlig sicher? Ihr Körper schreit dochgerade zu von mir gefickt und geschwängert zu werden. Und was wäre soschlimm daran? Ihr Mann würde davon nichts mitbekommen und unser Kindaufziehen und dafür bezahlen. Geben Sie es zu Frau Lutz, Sie habenbereits drüber nachgedacht, stimmts? Und der Gedanke macht Sie geilFrau Lutz, Stimmts? Sie wollen von mir gefickt werden Frau Lutz und Siewollen das Risiko schwanger zu werden bewusst auf sich nehmen egal wasdie Konsequenz ist. Stimmts? Stimmt es Frau Lutz”? Ich konnte nichtanders, ich musste nicken. Herr Bär konnte es nicht fassen. Es hattetatsächlich alles so funktioniert wie er es geplant hatte. Nur hat ernicht damit gerechnet seine Sekretärin schwängern zu können. Das warnun sozusagen das Sahneheubchen auf seinem Kuchen. Er wollte Sieschwängern, er wollte Ihr ein Kuckuckskind machen. Er wollte Ihrem MannHörner aufsetzen. Die Idee brachte ihn jetzt fasst um den verstand.Wenn er es wirklich schaffte das sie den fünften und letzten Vertragunterschreibt und sie zusätzlich noch schwängern konnte, dann wäre dassein absolutes Meisterwerk. Natürlich hatte er immer Kondome in seinerSchublade. pendik escort bayan Man wusste ja nie was passiert. Aber das musste Frau Lutz janicht wissen. “Also Frau Lutz, hier mein Diel. Da ich leider keineKondome hier im Büro habe, biete ich Ihnen folgendes versprechen an,das ich meinen Schwanz kurz vorm abspritzen herausziehe, so das nichtspassiert. So wäre allen geholfen und sie wollen es ja auch, nichtwahr”? Wieder musste ich nicken. Während ich noch am abwegen war ob jaoder nein, merkte ich wie Herr Bär zwischen meine Beine kam, diesespreitze und seine Eichel an meiner Muschi ansetzte. Er wollte es alsoauf keinen Fall Ihr überlassen zu antworten und nutzte die Gunst derStunde. Als er dann langsam seine Eichel ansetzte und cm für cm inmeine Muschi schob, konnte ich nicht mehr anders. Ein riesigerLuststöhner kam aus meinem Mund. Und ich fühlte mich, als würde er michin Stücke reisen. Erbarmungslos schob er seinen Schwanz in mich bis eran meiner Gebährmutter andockte. Ich schaute zwischen meine Beine. DerAnblick war atemberaubend. Es sah aus als wäre ich gepfählt worden. Unddabei schaute immer noch ein Stückchen von seinem Schwanz aus mirheraus. Dann fing er an mich langsam zu ficken. Mir wurde schwindelig.Noch nie durfte ich so etwa fühlen. Herr Bär merkte das auch und kamnäher an Ihren Kopf. Dann vereinigten sich die Münder zu einem wildenZungenkuss. Es war ein irrer Anblick. Der alternde Chef und die jungeMutter und Ehefrau im Liebesrausch. Dann saugte Herr Bär wieder anmeinen Brüsten und ich merkte, wie der Orgasmus immer näher kam. Dannsah mich Herr Bär an und flüsterte: “Gefällt es Ihnen Frau Lutz”? Undwieder musste ich nicken. “Ficke ich Sie besser als Ihr Mann”? Undwieder nickte ich völlig selbstverständlich. Und es entsprach absolutder tatsache. Herr Bär fickte mich 1000 mal besser als mein markus.Herr Bär flüsterte weiter: “Glauben Sie Ihr Mann kann Sie nach unseremTreffen noch befriedigen”? Ich musste laut stöhnen aber ich wollte undkonnte auf diese Frage nicht antworten. Herr Bär werkte dies und dachtefür sich, das es wohl noch zu früh war für diese Frage. Herr Bär genossdie absolute Enge dieser jungen Frau und ihm entging nicht, das siejetzt kurz vor Ihrem Orgasmus war. Aber das konnte er noch nichtzulassen, noch nicht. Kurz bevor es kein zurück mehr für sie gab, hörteHerr Bär auf zu ficken und entzog sich meiner Muschi. Ich hörte michplötzlich betteln: “Bitte Herr Bär, ich halt es nicht mehr aus, bitteficken Sie mich weiter, bitte”. Herr Bär musste grinsen. Er wusste daser sie bald soweit haben würde und sein Plan inkl. Bonus aufgehen würdewenn er sich jetzt unter Kontrolle hatte. Er ging zum schreibtisch undunterschrieb den vierten Vertrag. Dann brachte er ihn zu Frau Lutz diediesen zittrig unterschrieb. Dann vernichtete Herr Bär den drittenVertrag im Papierwolf und ging wieder zu Frau lutz. “Bitte, stecken Sieihn mir wieder rein, bitte”. Bettelte ich Herrn Bär an. Dann legte ersich wieder auf mich und versenkte seinen Schwanz wieder in meinerengen, heißen Votze. Dieses gefühl der ausgefülltheit das ichverspürte, war atemberaubend. Mit langsamen stößen fickte er michweiter. Und mein Orgasmus kam immer näher. Markus musste immer mitseiner Hand meinen Kitzler beim Ficken massieren, einfach so vom Sexbin ich bei ihm noch nie gekommen. Jetzt und hier mit Herrn Bär ganzanders. Alleine durch seinen Schwanz kam der Orgasmus immer näher. Undwieder hörte Herr Bär kurz vor dem erklösendem Orgasmus auf mich zuficken. Dieses spielchen trieb er mindestens 10 bis 15 mal. Er hattesich voll unter kontrolle. Dann kurz bevor es kein zurück mehr gab,entzog er sich wieder gänzlich aus mir und ich spürte sofort eineunendliche leere in mir und wünschte mir Herrn Bär zurück. Er nahm sieaus dem Stuhl, schob diesen auf die Seite, stellte sie vor seinenSchreibtisch und legte Ihren Oberkörper vornüber auf den Tisch. Dannfickte er Sie von hinten. Die Ideale Ausgangssituation für seinen Plan.Und wieder rollte mein orgasmus auf mich zu und wieder fickte mich herrBär mit langen langsamen Stößen. Und während der Orgasmus immer näherkam erblickte ich den 5 Vertrag vor meiner Nase und es lief mir eiskaltden Rücken herunter. Ich konnte nicht alles lesen, nur einen Satz derfett markiert war. Frau Lutz verpflichtet sich bei einer Arbeitszeitvon 100% auf 50% Ihres gehalts zu verzichten. Mir wurde schwindelig. Eswar tatsächlich alles von herrn Bär geplant worden. Aber ich wusste, esgab kein zurück mehr. Wieder hörte ich Herrn Bär an meinem Ohr. “HabenSie es gelesen”? Tränen liefen an Ihr herunter während Sie nickte. “Undnun frage ich Sie nochmals in aller Ruhe. Glauben Sie, Ihr Mann kannSie nach unserem Treffen jemals wieder auch nur ansatzweisebefriedigen”? Immer mehr Tränen liefen an Ihr herab während sie anfinglangsam Ihren Kopf zu schütteln. Herr Bär konnte seinen Augen nichttrauen, hat sie tatsächlich mit Ihrem kopf geschüttelt? Er bohrteweiter: “Frau Lutz, das denke ich auch. Ihr Mann wird sie nie wiederSexuell befriedigen können, wenn er es überhaupt jemals gekonnt hat.Deswegen biete ich Ihnen an, mich zu bitten Sie einmal in der Woche zuficken, zu benutzen und zu schwängern. Als Gegenleistung für meineDienste an Ihnen, arbeiten Sie weiterhin voll und verzichten auf 50%Ihres regulären gehaltes. Dafür werden Sie für jeden Fick mit mirbezahlt. Ich will von Ihnen keine verbale Antwort. Wenn Sie das allesgenau so sehen wie ich, ist Ihre Antwort eine Unterschrift auf demletzten Vertrag hier und zwar hier und jetzt. Und Sie bekommen diesesAngebot nur ein einziges mal von mir.”. Mit diesen Worten fing er ansie schneller und härter zu ficken. Dann nahm er eine hand und griffihr von vorne an Ihren kitzler um ihn zusätzlich zu stimmulieren.Gerade als ich mich lösen wollte um zu gehen, durchschoss es michwieder wie ein blitz. Wieder und wieder dockte er an Ihrer Gebährmutteran. Es war unbeschreblich. Und es gab für sie kein zurück mehr. Undplötzlich sah Herr Bär wie sie nach dem Stift griff und den letztenvertrag unterschrieb. Er konnte es nicht fassen. Sein Plan ging injeder hinsicht auf ohne das er erwartet hatte erfolg zu haben.Fassungslos entzog er sich Ihr und griff den vierten Vertrag und liesihn schnell durch den papierwolf. Er konnte es nicht fassen. Dann nahmer den fünften Vertrag und legte ihn in seinen Wandtresor. Dann kam erwieder zu Frau lutz und legte sie auf den teppichboden. Er nahm Ihrebeine auf seine Schultern und fickte sie nun in der missionarsttellung.Durch diese stellung war er noch tiefer in Ihr als vorher. “O ja, o ja,ich komme gleich”. Hörte er die junge Mutter und Ehefrau sagen. “Ichauch”, stöhnte er sie an. “Soll ich ihn rausziehen”? Fragte er frech.Sie nickte wild mit dem Kopf. “Aber dann kommen Sie nicht zu IhremOrgasmus und den wollen sie doch, oder”? Ich nickte wild. “Also FrauLutz, was haben wir denn da für eine Lösung”? Fragte er wieder leise.”Also gut”, stammelte ich. “Ficken Sie mich Herr Bär, lassen Sie IhrenPrachtschwanz in mir, spritzen Sie in mir ab, aber ich will jetztkommen, bitteeee.” Herr Bär hatte es geschaftt. Fassungslos fragte HerrBär: “Aber wissen sie nicht was dann passiert”? “Doch, ich weis es HerrBär. Bitte lassen Sie mich kommen, bitte. Wenn Sie möchten dürfen Siemich schwängern. Sie können es zumindest probieren. Aber bitte lassenSie mich endlich kommen”. Dann legte er los. Er hämmerte auf Sie einund fickte sie tief und fest. “Sagen Sie es nochmal Frau Lutz, bittesagen Sie es nochmal.” redete sich herr Bär jetzt in Extase. “Bitteficken Sie mich, Machen Sie mir ein Kind, bitte. Mein Mann mit seinemStummelschwanz schafft das sowieso nicht. Bitte schwängern Sie mich”.Auch ich war längst nicht mehr zurechnungsfähig und dann gab es keinzurück mehr. Als herr Bär seinen letzten Stoss vorm Abspritzen machte,rammte er ihn komplett in Frau Lutz. Es war ihm völlig egal ob es ihrweh tat. Er hatte noch nie seinen schwanz in voller länge in einer Frauversenkt und hier war es ihm egal. Seine Eier klatschten auf Ihren Po.Er wusste, das er nun ganz in Ihr war. Und auch Frau Lutz spürtediesen letzten Stoß und seine Eier auf Ihrer Haut. Er steckte tief inIhrer geböährmutter und sie starb den kleinen Tod. Sie spürte jederseiner Spermaschübe in sich und Ihr Orgasmus riss sie in eine andereWelt. Sie war tatsächlich Ohnmächtig geworden. Als sie wieder zu sichkam, steckte Herr Bär immer noch komplett in Ihr. Er küsste sie und zogsich langsam aus Ihr heraus. Kein Tropfen Sperma lief aus Ihere Muschi.Es war tief in Ihr verankert und sie hatte keine Chance ungeschwängertnach Hause zu gehen. Herr Bär zog sich wieder an und sagte: “Ich dankeIhnen Frau Lutz, das war alles, Sie können gehen. Ihr Vertrag ist abMorgen gültig”. Mit diesen Worten verlies Herr Bär das Büro. Ich warnoch völlig perplex und Durcheinander. Wie sollte ich das alles Markuserklären? Ich hatte keine Ahnung. Fakt ist aber, es war der beste Fickmeines Lebens und vier Wochen später, blieb meine Regel aus.

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The Setting: Bathroom

I’m languishing in the bathtub… relaxing while a million bubbles hug onto my body….I lay there with my eyes closed. My mind wanders to thinking of you….. I run my shakey hands all over my body and my breath becomes unsteady as I anticipate what we’re about to do…..

You walk in, and ask me if I’m ready. I confess to you that I’m so nervous, and you tell me to relax, that we’re gonna have fun….

You walk over, and pick up a towel, and lay it on the floor……I watch you the whole time. Watch your beautiful body moving…and how your muscles stretch as you bend down and put the towel on the floor……

You walk back over to the tub…and you pick me up and place me down on the towel. After you lay me down on the floor, you take a bowl and you scoop up some of the bath water into it…… You take a razor from the side of the tub and you place both items on the floor next to me.

You spread my legs open as far as they’ll go, and you begin to shave me…..

I lay there, playing with my breasts…..and I know that I’m getting wet and ready for you……

I look down and study your face. Your expression is that of concentration and total desire….I put my head back down on the floor…and I feel the marvelous sensation of your hands and the razor at work…. my pussy is sopping wet by this bursa escort point.

I close my eyes and become lost in imagining what’s about to happen… When I open them, I see your massive cock in my face……

I reach up and I begin to stroke the whole length of your cock……and I take my tongue and slowly start to lick and kiss on the head…. I take my hand and slowly jerk you off as I take more and more of your cock in my mouth…..

I swirl my tongue around your cock, and with my other hand, I slowly massage your balls…..

Your cock is nice and wet from my hot mouth…..and I can feel you getting bigger and harder….your balls getting tighter……

You pull your cock out of my mouth…..and ask if I’m ready to start…..

You flip me over onto my tummy……and push my ass up in the air…..

You have no trouble guiding your cock into my soaking wet pussy……and you begin an firm, even stroke in and out…..

I reach down and play with my clit….as your pumping becomes progressively faster….

I start to feel stirrings and I push my pussy back onto your cock….

You feel my juices drain out, over your balls…..and my pussy starts to spasm as I cum over and over again for you…….

You massage my ass and whisper in my ear, ‘I think you’re ready.’

You pull your soaking cock out of my pussy, bursa escort bayan and replace it with your index finger…..You take my juices and trace my asshole with it…..

I tell you I’m so nervous, and you tell me to relax, that it’ll be ok as you slip your index finger gently into my virgin ass….

My tensions are eased, and I start to enjoy your fingering…..you can see my relaxing and dip another pussy soaked finger into my ass……

You do this for a while letting me adjust and enjoy this new sensation, before you add a third finger to the mix….

I tell you that I’m ready…that I want your cock in my ass…..

You pull my ass up…..and aim the head of your cock at my tight hole…..I take a deep breath, as I feel you slowing guiding the head in…..

I’m hit with a sharp pain….and you massage my lower back and tell me that it’ll be ok…. You slowly hump the head in and out for a few minutes….and then add a little more cock….

I’m starting to feel the pleasure and I start to hump with you…….I can feel my ass relaxing and tightly gripping your cock….as you add more and more…….

I start moaning and I beg you to fill my ass with your cock…….

You place the remaining inches in…..and slowly glide in and out of me……

I adjust to the pace your setting and I start to keep escort bursa up with you…..it’s such an amazing experience, feeling your cock in my ass…..I start to push my ass back a little harder each time…….

You run your hands all over my back and on my ass, before you reach around and start fingering my pussy….
I reach down too and start playing with my clit……

I’m on such a high from the feelings you’re giving me….the attention you’re giving to ever nerve….I feel a heightened passion as the first wave of orgasm hits me….

I start to beg you to go faster, and I can feel my pussy juices dripping and soaking the towel…..

You start fucking my ass so hard….and I can barely breathe from the excitement and the intensity of the orgasms your’e giving me…..

I start to moan and wimper I feel like I can’t come anymore, but yet I can’t stop myself from coming……

I feel you’re cock, it’s so beautiful and hard as you piston it in and out of my well fucked ass……

I beg and plead and cry for you to cum in my ass….I beg you to feel my ass with your searing hot cum…

And then…
I feel you ramming me harder….
When….
All of a sudden….
You shoot your white hot load in my ass………You wrap your arm around my waste as you completely empty your cockload into me….

I stay very still as I feel your cum drip down out of my ass around your cock and down my legs…..

You slowly pull your cock out…..and you pick up my exhausted body and carry me to the bedroom…. (but that’s another story)

The End.

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(The characters in this story first appear in the Paul and Jenny series by PAUL C.)

Laurie looked in the mirror as she sat naked and put on her make-up. She always felt giddy this way when she was going to see Paul. Tonight was really special because she’d managed to convince him to take her dancing. She’d not seen him at all since Christmas when she’d gone to England with her roommate, Frankie.

With his entire family around, it had been hard to get much quality time with him. Of course, Laurie was also fond of Paul’s family. None of them knew about her and Paul, but she could never resist teasing Paul about the fun she managed to have with his daughter, Natasha.

For the most part, Nat was as straight laced as they came; but Laurie brought out the side that made Nat like to let her hair down. Laurie loved recanting some of those hair-dropping episodes to Paul while he was driving his cock in and out of her pussy. Or when he was driving it in and out of her ass. Or when she was between sucks when she was blowing him. She loved to tease Paul, and even as uncomfortable as he acted, she knew he loved hearing about her and Nat’s couplings.

She hadn’t had the heart to tell him about the experience she’d had with his wife Jenny the last time they’d come to Texas together. She knew Paul wouldn’t mind that Jenny had let Laurie seduce her and had done a splendid job of sucking her nineteen year old pussy, but her instincts told her Paul would not be as pleased to hear about the eight inches of ebony flesh Jenny sucked while she and Laurie shared a bed with a young tax attorney from Jamaica. He probably would not have been too crazy about knowing that same young man from Jamaica fucked his darling Jenny silly the rest of the trip. So, Laurie kept that little adventure to herself.

Laurie finished applying her eye make-up and lit a cigarette. She blew out a stream of smoke and giggled. Upon completion of her encounter with Jenny, every member of Paul’s immediate family had now fucked Laurie. She giggled again as she thought aloud, “Other than my fifteen year old sister, Kelli, Paul has fucked everyone in my immediate family.”

She took another drag on her Marlboro before continuing to voice her thoughts, “Of course, I was barely seventeen the first time Paul took me into his hotel room and fucked me in the ass, and my older sister Michelle knew nothing about it at the time. Maybe he’s done the same thing with Kelli and hasn’t told me anymore than he told Michelle.”

She took one last hit on the cigarette before crushing it out and attending to her lips with her lip brush. She smiled and thought silently, my Paul. He loves his young pussy. Her smile broadened as she thought, and his young pussy loves him. Fifty-two, fifty-three years old. She wasn’t sure which, but he never had trouble getting his cock up and always knew what to do with it when it was hard. More often than not, what he did with it was stick it in the nearest available female. Yep, her Paul.

She laid down her lip brush and admired her ruby red lips. Then she picked the brush back up and playfully applied some lipstick to her nipples. She giggled, as her nipples grew hard. She cupped her breasts and frowned at the size of them. They had grown a bit in the last year, but they still lagged far behind any of her friends. When she’d first met Frankie two years ago, she’d been happy that she finally had someone that she didn’t have to be embarrassed by when they went braless together. Something had happened to Frankie in the last year though and she’d grown from being an A cup like Laurie into being a full B cup. B cup bras were even a little tight for her and she was now on the verge of needing a C cup. Just a little more weight in her tits and she’d be as heavy there as Nat was.

Laurie’s frown went away as thought of Nat. She wondered what her large breasted prim and proper young English lass was doing at that moment. Was she sipping tea and having polite conversation with a proper young lad from music school, or was she sharing lines with some young tramp whose pussy she’d just spent the night sucking? Everyone in Paul’s family thought the former when Nat came to mind, but Laurie knew her heart was really with the latter.

“I’d love to know what you’re thinking.”

Laurie gasped and turned to see Paul standing at the door of the bathroom. “Shit,” she said. “You scared the fuck out of me.”

“Not literally, I hope.” Paul smiled.

She returned his smile and set her make-up aside. “No. Not literally. Be careful with my make-up though. I don’t want to redo it.”

He stepped behind her and cupped her breasts. He loved the feel of their tautness and the way the nipples sprang to life. Although, smallish, they were much bigger than Laurie made them out to be. She never wore bras, so her cup size was irrelevant, but were she to wear one, she would need a B cup and not the A cup she thought of herself as. Her tits bursa escort reminded him of how Jenny’s had been when they’d first met and she’d yet to bare him his children, David and Natasha. Laurie moaned and stood as he softly massaged them.

He kissed the side of her neck and she continued with her moans and responded by placing her right foot on the toilet seat. Paul gently bent her forward and eased his stiff cock out of his pants. He ran the tip along the length of her moist slit until the head of his cock was glistening with her juices. Then he shifted and pressed it against her puckered anus. She gasped as he increased that pressure and panted with discomfort as he continued to push until he had around three inches of his cock inside her ass. He should have used the Vaseline that was sitting on the counter, but he liked it better this way. It was ruder, more violent without the lubrication.

He stopped and let her adjust to the half of his cock that was penetrating her rectum. When he felt that she had relaxed enough to take more, he resumed pushing until his cock was in her to the base. Then, he slowly began to stroke in and out of her. Her pain turned to pleasure and she slipped her hand between her legs and began to furiously rub her clitoris as he drove his cock into her ass.

She felt his cock grow and her sphincter muscle tightened around it and gripped it like a vice as he began to shoot off inside her asshole. She groaned with her own climax as his pace slowed but he continued to pump until every last drop of his cum had been deposited in her rectum.

When he withdrew from her, she turned and smiled and allowed his tongue to enter her mouth as he kissed. They broke the kiss, and she said, “You fucked up my make-up, asshole.”

*

Paul was tall and distinguished looking in his pinstripe suit. Distinguished and out of place. Armando’s Party was the name of the club. It was owned an operated by Laurie’s friend, you guessed it, Armando. Go figure, huh.

As was her usual when she went clubbing, Laurie wore as little as the law allowed. Often, she wore even less than the law allowed, but tonight she was probably just barely legal. A thin, purple halter-top didn’t even try to cover her breasts, and tight purple bicycle shorts showed everyone within sight the camel-toed outline of her pussy lips. She normally wore a one-karat diamond through her navel, but tonight she’d decided on a simple gold ball in its’ place. On her feet were purple socks and Nikes that matched her top and shorts.

She clung to Paul’s side and her wore her as well as he did his well-tailored Italian suit. She was beautiful and he loved having her by his side; but still, he could not have felt more out of place. He was in his fifties. He was reasonably certain not more than a handful of the several hundred other patrons there were even into their twenties yet. He dressed as if he were on his way to a board meeting, while everyone else dressed comparable to or even more outrageous than Laurie.

Most discomforting of all, Paul couldn’t help noticing, that including he and Laurie, there were perhaps a half dozen male-female couples, probably twice that many female-female couples, and that every other couple on the dance floor and occupying every other table consisted of male-male. Not male-to-male as in two buddies out together tossing back a few and looking to pick up two chicks, but male-to-male as in two guys out together.

Paul was not displeased. Laurie was much too fun of a fuck to ever be displeased with. But, he was not comfortable either.

After returning to their table from the dance floor, Paul lit Laurie’s cigarette for her and finally voiced his unease.

“Laurie?”

“Yes, sweetie.”

“I could be wrong.” He paused.

“I doubt it,” she said. “I’ve rarely known you to be wrong.”

Paul blushed. “Thank you.”

“How could anyone with your incredible taste in females ever be wrong?”

Paul smiled. She could always make him smile.

She blew out a stream of smoke and said, “Come on, sweetie. What’s the problem?”

He cleared his throat and said, “Is this a gay bar?”

She giggled. Always with the giggling he thought.

She held her hand out away from her palm up and said, “Look around us, baby. Of course it’s a fucking gay bar. What kind of silly question is that to ask me?”

Paul blushed again. Just as easily as she could always make him smile, she could also make him fidget. “It wasn’t really a question,” he said. “I suppose you could say it was an observation.”

“Ah,” she said between drags on the cigarette. “Then you are very observant. What tipped you off? It couldn’t have been all the guys you saw sucking face on the dance floor.”

He laughed. “That was probably my first clue.”

She handed him her cigarette so he could take a drag. He sucked the smoke deep down into his lungs, held it, and then expertly bursa escort bayan blew it out. She flashed her pretty teeth and said, “Want to smoke something a little stronger?”

He hesitated before saying, “What did you have in mind?”

“I’ve got some Thai stick in my purse, but I was really thinking about scoring a couple of rocks.”

“Huh?”

She laughed and said, “Oh, Paul. My dear, sweet, sweet Paul. How can anyone so hip in bed be so square everywhere else?”

Paul shrugged back his shoulders and straightened his tie before saying, “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

She laughed again and said, “That’s exactly what I’m talking about. You being clueless. Rock is freebase cocaine. Some people call it rock or base. Some people call it crack. Me. I call it heaven in a glass pipe. But everyone has their own little pet name for it.”

“You smoke cocaine?”

She rolled her eyes and almost told him that not only did she smoke it, but also that she’d more than once shared a pipe with people near and dear to him. She decided against that and just said, “Yes, Paul. I’ve smoked cocaine. You’ve even seen me snort it. What’s the big shock about smoking it.”

Before Paul could respond, a young Latino not much taller, or much heavier than Laurie; dressed in black boots, tight black jeans, a white silk shirt open to the belt and with a thin gold chain and crucifix around his neck; joined them at the table. She immediately threw her arms around him and cried, “Armando. I love your club.”

They softly pecked each other on the cheek before Armando pushed her away and with a soft wave of his hand said, “You look incredible, girlfriend.”

“So do you, girlfriend,” she answered back.

Paul thought to himself, did she just call him girlfriend?

Before he could say anything, Laurie grabbed his arm and said, “Armando. This is my boyfriend, Paul. Paul this is my dear, dear friend. Mi amigo muy bueno. Armando.”

Armando took Paul’s hand and immediately gripped it with both of his and pulled it to his lips. Before Paul could realize what Armando was going, he was slipping Paul’s index finger into his mouth and sensually sucking it as if to be pretending it were a penis. Paul was too embarrassed to pull his hand away and even more embarrassed that he was feeling that familiar twitch in his groin. Before Paul’s cock grew any further, Armando released his hand and told him, “Laurie’s told me so much about you, but she never told me how delicious you were or how much you look like Sean Connery.”

Before Paul could speak, Laurie playfully slapped Armando’s hand and said, “Back off, buster. He’s mine.”

“Ah please, Laurie.” Armando begged playfully. “Don’t be selfish.”

She shook her head and said, “Sorry, Mando. I shared him once with my friend Frankie and she tried to steal him from me out right. Almost did it too.”

Paul cleared his throat and said, “I believe I’m feeling the effects of that cold American beer you serve here. Where’s the loo?”

“Huh?” Armando said.

Laurie giggled and said, “He means the bathroom.”

“Oh. Silly me,” Armando said. He pointed past the dance floor and said, “Little boys room is back there. There’s a little hall that it’s in, but be careful you don’t go too far down the hall. We might not get you back.”

Paul looked puzzled but made his way in the direction that Armando had pointed him. As soon as he was out of hearing range, Armando said, “You can’t be serious about not wanting to share. He’s a dream.”

Laurie reached under the table and stroked Armando’s stiff cock through the fabric of his tight denim pants. “He’s straight, dear. Otherwise we’d already be on our way to a threesome none of us would ever forget.”

“Shit,” Armando said as he let his head fall to the table.

She pinched one of his nipples and was about to tell him how much fun they might be able to have converting him over when her phone went off inside her purse. She looked at the caller ID before answering and said, “Fuck!”

Then she pressed the talk button and said, “Hey, Mo.”

“I need you to go see a guy, Laurie.”

“I said, hey, Mo.”

Mo held the phone for a moment before sighing and saying, “Hey, Laurie.”

She smiled to Armando and said, “That’s better. Now. I can’t go see anyone. I’m on a date.”

“A date!” Mo growled angrily. “You working behind my back?”

Laurie imagined Mo’s eight ball looking head about to explode and said, “With my boyfriend, Mo. Chill, dude. You’re still my agent.”

Somewhat calmer, Mo replied, “The one from England?”

“Only boyfriend I got, Mo,” Laurie said.

“Sorry, Laurie,” Mo said. “But the guy asked for you special. Said he’d pay you five grand to go to his hotel tonight. It’s somebody’s birthday, and you’re the present.”

Laurie whistled and said, “Five grand, huh?”

“Yep. Minus my escort bursa twenty percent of course.”

“What do I have to do? I ain’t letting anybody else tie me up. I was in the hospital a whole week the last time.”

“Nothing like that,” Mo said. “Just wear your Catholic school girl uniform and carry a back pack with some books. He wants someone that can pass off real young like you.”

“Okay,” she finally said. “But if he wants to tie me up, I’m splitting and you can find another girl that can pass for being in middle school.”

“Cool,” Mo said. “Go to the Remington. Room nine-zero-nine. Ask about the tutor.”

Laurie pressed the end call button and told Armando, “I’ve got to split for a while. Take care of Paul for me.”

Armando batted his eyes and said, “For sure, honey.”

Laurie giggled and said, “Be gentle.”

*

Paul squeezed his way to the bathroom and couldn’t help but peek down the hall. Besides the bathroom, it seemed to be lined with semiprivate booths. Leaning against the wall near the fire exit were two boys, neither as old as Laurie, passionately French kissing as the one boy that had the other pushed against the wall ran his hand inside his companion’s shirt. Good God, Paul thought as he felt his groin tighten the way it had when Armando had sucked his fingers.

As the boy pressing the other boy against the wall dropped to his knees and unbuckled his friend’s pants, Paul could not tear his eyes away from the boys cock as it sprang from its’ confines. He gasped as he watched the kneeling boy hungrily take the cock into his mouth.

Startled, he felt a hand reaching around his waste and grasping his own cock through his dress pants. He groaned, and rather than push the hand away, he turned to see Armando behind. Paul gasped and fought to control his breathing as Armando continued to stroke him through his pants with one hand and reached the other up to his tie that he slowly began to loosen.

Armando smiled when Paul didn’t resist and continued to work Paul’s cock with one hand and his tie with the other. When the tie was undone and gone from Paul’s neck, Armando undid one button at a time on Paul’s shirt until it was completely open and Armando was able to slip his hand inside and run his fingers through Paul’s chest hair.

As Armando’s fingers began to massage Paul’s nipples, this felt so good that Paul did not even notice that Armando had unzipped his pants and pulled his cock out of them. Not until Armando was pushing him into one of the unoccupied booths did Paul take his eyes from the boy that was lovingly sucking the other boy’s cock.

Once inside the booth, Armando dropped to his knees and accepted Paul’s cock between his lips. Paul gasped and ran his fingers through Armando’s thick, black hair. It only took about a minute of sucking before Paul was panting and releasing a low moan as he blew his load in Armando’s mouth. Armando sucked until he had every drop and then slowly stood as he kissed his way up Paul’s stomach and chest to his neck and finally to his lips.

Without hesitation, he allowed Armando to guide him down onto his knees. Paul fumbled clumsily with the zipper to Armando’s jeans before finally getting it open and releasing Armando’s cock. Paul licked his lips as he thought back to that time back in summer camp when he’d sucked Steve’s cock in the toilet and Steve had told him he was better than Shirley. Steve’s girlfriend at the time.

The feeling of Armando pushing at his lips with the head of his cock, brought him out of his thoughts, and he allowed Armando’s cock to enter his mouth. He sucked it slow and soft. Then a little faster and a little harder.

Mando gasped, “Ah. That’s it. You suck cock real good.”

Paul continued sucking as Armando said, “Oh yeah. That’s it. You keep sucking that good, and I will steal you from Laurie.”

Before Paul could finish him, Armando was pulling him to his feet and turning him. “Show me that sweet ass, baby.”

Without even thinking about disobeying, Paul was turning away from Armando and dropping his pants to offer Laurie’s friend what he wanted. “That’s it,” Armando said as he softly pushed on Paul’s back and guided his ass out. “Show me that ass.”

Then he was kneeling behind Paul and softly licking and caressing Paul’s anus with his tongue. Paul’s moans of pleasure would not have allowed him to hide how much he was enjoying Armando’s technique. When Armando felt Paul was ready, he stood and placed the tip of his cock next to his new lover’s wet anus.

Armando slowly pressed the head inside and as Paul gasped, he pressed the rest of his cock into him. “Oh my God,” Paul said as Armando began to stroke in and out of him. It was all Paul could do to keep his bowels from releasing before he felt Laurie’s friend shooting his load into his rectal cavity.

Then Armando was grunting and gasping as he continued to fuck Paul’s ass until he began to grow soft. Paul dropped to his knees and Armando went down to the floor with. Paul’s cock felt as if it would burst, and he was certain it had never been harder. And, burst it did as soon as it was touched again by Armando’s lips.

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Author’s note: I appreciate all of the comments I received so far, even those who were anonymous and very pessimistic towards my writing, though they all have in common that they inspired me to continue writing. So, here’s part 2. Before you read it though, I strongly suggest that you read part 1, if you haven’t already. If anyone likes this part, or not, let me know.

***

As in most x-rated movies it actually didn’t take much more than a minute before the real ‘action’ started, and like most guys my age, I knew I shouldn’t have been able to look anywhere else but the TV-screen by then, especially since the actors, one female, one male, was practising something that at least I wouldn’t mind trying – I’m talking about analsex – and this particular couple who were doing it out on the patio, made it look so nasty, so kinky, and as usual I really should have loved watching this movie – but – I was hardly able to concentrate on anything they were doing since I was sitting next to my girlfriend, Anna, who just as the movie was about to start, told me that she was more than willing to let me fuck her in the ass.

It was also very interesting that SHE was the one who made the suggestion – even though I’m pretty sure that the real reason to why she suggested it was because she was totally aware of the fact that her boyfriend, which is me (as if you already didn’t know that), was almost obsessed with the thought of analsex.

Anyway: it was truly a dream coming true, and we watched the whole first scene of the movie, as well as the other one – but when the third one started, even though it should have been a very pleasant experience, watching all of the actors different activities, – this time taking place in some living room – it felt like plain torture.

It wasn’t painful for my body, but it really was painful for my mind.

Just thinking about the fact that I was sitting next to my girlfriend, who just a moment ago had said that she wanted to try analsex (even though this movie was great) was something I almost couldn’t handle, especially since I almost felt like shouting that we should do it right then, without watching the movie.

I was able to control myself though. I actually didn’t want to do say, or do ANYTHING that maybe, just maybe, would make her change her mind – for some reason I wasn’t too eager finding out – so I just kept my mouth shut.

As the last scene (number 5 to be exact) was ending and even though I was absolutely sure this movie was exactly one hour long, it still felt we’d been sitting there forever. Now though, we were finally watching the credits.

“So, what will we do now?” I asked, hoping the answer would be the same as she promised an hour ago.

“Well,” she grinned, “would you like to accompany me into the bedroom, perhaps?” then she stood up, switched off the TV as well as the DVD, and then she grabbed my hand and led me into the bedroom.

I wasn’t really paying any particular attention the bedroom itself, but everything seemed so perfect: the drapes where shut, the bedside lamp was on, giving the small, otherwise very dark room the perfect kind of light.

I watched my girlfriend as she was standing there, right in front of me, wearing a small, white T-shirt and pair of blue jeans. Both her feet was bare.

Of course, I’d seen her naked many times before, and not only her feet, so it wasn’t to hard for me to picture her absolutely naked – but this time it actually felt like the first time I was about to see her body without clothes, my feelings were almost the same as that time too, since I desperately wanted to see her naked!

I think I was more nervous in that situation than I’d been when we first saw each other naked though, mostly because I was about to fulfil something I’d only been dreaming about so far – more precisely, ever since bursa escort my early teens, shortly after I’d found a couple of porno magazines with ‘those’ kind of picture in them – and it actully sort of felt like I was going to loose my virginity once again.

We started of kissing each other like we usually do, as well as caressing each other’s bodies with our hands just the way we know the other one wants to be touched.

It feels amazing when she touches me, both her hands is so soft and gentle, and she knows all of my weak spots, not only when it comes to places where she’s good at caressing with her hands, and I, of course, know for a fact that SHE enjoys all the ways I’m touching her as well (we’ve sort of practised a lot) and this time, I was very determined that I was going to make her feel better than she’d ever felt in her entire life, just moments before we went on to some of the more ‘extreme’ ways of expression our love for eachother.

Of course, I was anxious to get started, but I wasn’t going to force myself on her in any sort of way, so I did my best to handle this wonderful situation as calmly as I could.

As we kissed, even though I actually didn’t know how we ended there, I found us lying in her comfortable bed.

We were still kissing when it suddenly started to feel as if my whole body was on fire, in a good way though, and judging by the way she started tearing in my T-shirt, obviously eager to get my clothes off, her body was on fire too.

We stopped kissing each other and I quickly removed my T-shirt. I’m not spending too much time at the gym, but the mirror always tells me that my body is nice looking, and I’m quite proud of it.

Then we started kissing again, and I also became aware of that she started to move her right hand down to the button in my jeans. I knew exactly what her intentions were, so I didn’t let her go all the way. Instead I, gently, forced her to lie on her back. With me on top of her, she couldn’t do anything about that fact that I was removing her small T-shirt, even if she wouldn’t have wanted me to. I already knew she wasn’t wearing a bra, and as I said, I’d seen every part of her body before, but this time it felt very special to get a good look of those beautiful breasts. They are just about average in size, but the nipples were as hard as if the bedroom was just as cold as it probably was outside the house this time of night.

I like breasts, especially hers, but I did also pay a lot of attention to them since I know how much she likes it. When I wasn’t paying attention to one of her nipples with my mouth and tongue, I was caressing the other one with my hands. In short, I did everything to let her know how much I appreciated what she was about to letting me do.

Within a short, but wonderful, matter of time, I stopped playing with her breasts, just so we both would come to our senses before we proceeded.

“This is wonderful,” she whispered as she touched my hair.

“I agree,” I said, as I debility shifted my body so that my hard cock was resting against right thigh. “Don’t tell me you can’t feel just how much I’m enjoying this?”

“I sure can feel it,” she grinned, “it’s like our first time.”

There was a brief pause between us, probably because we both were thinking about the wonderful memories we had about our first time together.

“Are you absolutely sure that you want to do this?” I asked.

“Isn’t quite obvious that I do?” she asked me back. “Although, I do think we’ll need a bit of lubrication, otherwise I’m sure it will hurt quite a bit, and I don’t want that.”

Since I didn’t want to do anything that would hurt her, especially since it was our first time doing this sort of thing, it didn’t take me more than a few seconds to react, and before she knew it, almost before I knew it, I’d searched through both bursa escort bayan of the nightstands for any sort of lubrication.

But I didn’t find any.

“I’ll be right back, don’t move!” I said before I kissed her and climbed out of the bed, heading for the bathroom. After I’d searched around a bit, I found something we could use, and then I hurried back, not beacuse of I was afraid she wouldn’t still be there if had her waiting to long.

She was still there when I came back, and was looking more beautiful than ever.

Right before I entered the bedroom, I removed my socks, something that every male should do before he takes his pants of, and after that I somehow managed to WALK towards the bed.

She was standing up, and now we were standing right in front of each other, just a few inches apart, looking deeply into each other’s eyes. Her green eyes were filled with lust, and I guess mine must have looked exactly the same. Although my eyes are blue. We kissed once, and then I started to unbutton her jeans. Then I remembered she was already naked from the waist up, so I moved down to her breasts. And while there, I kissed them as gently as I could, which made her sigh pleasantly. Then I continued on down to her well-rounded hips. I placed both my hands on either side of her hips, and side of her hips, and then I pulled her jeans down, slowly.

Further and further down they went, and I was totally unprepared for the fact that she weren’t wearing any panties, but it had become quite obvious when her jeans was finally down by her knees.

Her pubic hair was neatly trimmed, as always. The smell of her sex was arousing, and it was really hard for me to resist the urge to clean her sex with my tongue.

Though, I knew what she craved probably as much as I did at that point, especially since she quickly stepped out of her jeans.

Now, she was completely naked, and there was no way I simply just could ignore that wonderful fact.

“What position do you think will be the best?” she whispered after that I was up on my feet again, then she grinned as she continued to unbutton my jeans, “me, standing on all fours, perhaps?”

I nodded, thinking it must be one of the easiest ways to do this.

“Just one thing,” she said, “promise you’ll take it carefully. Ok?”

“You don’t have to tell me that,” I reassured her.

We kissed each other one last time before she climbed on top of the bed, standing on all fours with her beautiful ass towards me. It was a beautiful sight, and I almost couldn’t believe that this was happening.

But it was, I realised, as I sat down behind her and used both my hands to spread her asscheeks. This time, I couldn’t resist my urge to use my tongue, and I started to lick her ass. As I’d expected, she liked it.

A few minutes later, after I’d taken my jeans and boxers of, I greased some of the lubricant onto my finger, smeared it out around her asshole, and then pushed the top of my finger inside of her tight little hole, very slowly, until it wouldn’t go in any further. I didn’t want to put my whole hand inside of her!

It took me a few minutes since I was so unbelievable careful, but soon I had two of my fingers going in and out of her asshole, and judging by the sounds she was making, she was enjoying her treatment. Once I decided she was loosened up enough, I smeared my cock in with more of the lubricantl, and then I grabbed my cock, placed the top of my it against her asshole, and pushed.

It went it more easily than I’d expected. I’d done really a good job, her asshole widened very easily and the top of my cock just slid right in. I could tell by the way she was breathing that she was enjoying this almost as much as I did, or ever more, and it clearly wasn’t uncomfortable for her at all. Only in a good way, I guess.

“Are escort bursa you ok?” I asked, thinking it was an appropriate question to ask after all. Meanwhile, I was doing my best to not cum too quickly, for obvious reasons.

“It feels nice,” she said, “I want more of you inside of me…”

She didn’t have to tell me that twice; immediately I started pushing, forcing more and more of my hard, rigid shaft into the tightness of her asshole. When I was all the way in, I repeated this motion again and again. Faster and faster, but still very gently.

It was a warm feeling that was surrounding my cock, just like her other hole, only tighter – and of course – just the sight of my cock go in and out, in and out of her asshole was more than just exciting.

“Oh, fuck me,” she groaned, “fuck my asshole real hard.”

She was using one of the lines from the movie, and once again, she didn’t have to tell me twice.

I couldn’t believe that I’d been able to last this long, since it truly was one of the most sexiest situations in my entire life.

Actually, it’s a bit of an understatement to say this, but it felt more wonderful than anything in the world!

Well, soon enough, shortly after she’d had her first big orgasm, an orgasm that surely would upset the neighbours, cause of her screaming, I decided it was for me cum as well (I actully didn’t have much of an choice!).

It was wonderful, as I said, but I couldn’t keep it up forever, no matter how much I wanted this to continue, forver, but I was pretty certain that this wouldn’t be the last time we did this sort of activity…

“I’m about to cum,” I barley managed to say between my short breaths. “I’m cuming!”

“Oh God,” she begged, “cum in my asshole.”

She asked for it, and I certainly granted her wish.

I was cuming like I never done before and it was one of the most fulfilling experiences I’d ever felt in my entire life, and I continued to pump her ass a few times before I stopped, saying thank you, over and over, to my amazing girlfriend. We breathed so hard and so fast it was almost as if we’d been participating in a running contest.

After a short while, I finally pulled my (still very hard) cock out of her, and some of my cum was then dripping out of her widened asshole. It was sexy.

Then, while I was lying on my back, while she was lying on her stomach, next to each other in the bed, where the sheets were all messed up – as if this truly had been our first time – we were holding each other’s hands.

I was watching the ceiling as if it was the sky we’d been looking at a few hours ago, while we’d been strolling around in the park.

“Anna,” I said, suddenly, actually with a bit of hesitation in my voice, “I’m not sure if this is the most appropriate time to say this, but…”

“But what?” she interrupted, curiously and with a smile on her face as she looked at me. I was actually kind of chocked that she seemed to have enjoyed this just as much as I had, but it did indeed feel very good that she’d obviously, and truly had been enjoying it as well.

Since I was wondering if this really wasn’t the best of times to say what I was about to say, I hesitated once again, thinking that it would ruin the moment completely. After all, despite the fact it was kinky, dirty, and lots of other things as well, we’d shared something really intimate with each other. After a few more seconds though, I finally came to the conclusion that it wasn’t such an bad time after all, telling her what I felt, so I looked at her and said: “I love you, Anna.”

The expression of her face was a wonderful combination of her being absolutely surprised, as well as her getting everything she’d ever wanted. It was almost as if she actually was a little bit speechless since she just seemed to be able smile at me.

A few seconds later, she then gave me a soft kiss. She moved her right arm so that was resting over the lower part of my chest.

“I love you too,” she whispered, and then she said: “Would you like to do this again tomorrow?”

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I walk by Dominic in the prison yard heading back to my office, it is dusk and the evening movement of inmates is just about over. I feel his eyes on me as I cross the yard, ostensibly to watch the inmates and my safety, but it is as if he is boring through my clothes. It is all I can do to walk straight, not acknowledge him with anything other than a nod and a “Sir,” as he replies, ‘M’am,” our little pet communication as we try not to smirk.

I have spent all day fantasizing about what I have wanted to do to him, hoping we would get a moment alone. I go into the building in the direction of my office, not the hospital area, so he knows I will be upstairs and alone if he wants to find me. I can already feel my heart thumping in my chest, my blood pulsing faster in anticipation, hoping he will be able to sneak away to find me.

I am sitting at my desk trying to work a few minutes later when I hear the buzzer release the door at the bottom of the stairs to my area. Since I am the only one up here after 5:00 at night, it can get a little spooky, but the buzzer is loud, announcing anyone coming my way. I get up and go down the hall, hearing radio chatter echoing in the stairwell, letting me know it is probably Dominic. I meet him at the top of the stairs, step into the stairwell and we are now in a blind spot, no cameras. I step up to him so we are nose to nose, staring deeply into his eyes, letting the tension between us tingle for a moment before he wraps his arm around my waist and pulls me in for a long kiss.

I put my hand up on his chest and slowly back him against the wall, pressing my breasts and pelvis into him as I kiss him more urgently, letting him know how much I have been wanting him. Dominic wraps one hand around the back of my neck, twining his fingers into my long, blonde hair, pulling me in deeper as his toungue explores my mouth so deliciously. He knows how much I love his kisses, and a soft moan escapes my lips as I nibble on his lower lip, kiss along his jaw to his neck.

Dominic is having no tenderness tonight, however, and he turns so that now I am the one against the wall and he pulls my skirt up with one hand. He finds my panties, moaning as he kisses me and feels how wet I am. “Have you been walking around here with wet panties all night, my dear?”

I thrust against his fingers, “I have been thinking about you inside of me all day, just kissing you now has gotten me soaked.”

That is all he needs to hear, and I am frantically pulling at the zipper of his BDU’s, trying to maneuver around all the equipment without setting off his radio. In a moment his hard cock is in my hands and I get in a couple of strokes before he pulls away lifting one of my legs up over his arm and pulling my thong aside. I feel the head against my clit, scorching hot and I nearly come. He slides up and down my wet slit, getting himself lubed up before thrusting up into me in one heavenly motion as he stares intensely into my eyes. Dominic slides in and out with an urgency, both of us knowing that at any moment we could get caught, making the sensations even sweeter.

I want him deeper, though, and he bursa escort must feel the same way because next thing I know, he lifts me up, pulling my other leg around him. Now my back against the wall and the intensity of his deep thrusts are supporting me, his hands cupping my ass. I am reminded of just how strong he is as my fingers grip his broad shoulders. In moments I am moaning softly, mindful that there is a speaker at the bottom of the stairwell where the buzzer is, and that the Officer in the control booth could have noticed Dominic going upstairs, but not coming out of the stairwell.

“Oh, you feel so good, I love your hard dick so deep inside me” I moan, as he pins me to the wall with his thrusts.

I run my fingers along Dominic’s cheek, his strong jaw, tracing a line down to his lips before I lean in for a kiss. His eyes are nearly closed now, I can tell he is getting close to cumming, and I feel that tremor starting in my lower belly as he fills me. Dominic’s hard cock is hitting me in all the right spots and quite literally thrust up inside of me, and I feel myself losing control. My thighs start to tremble in his arms as I cum and I feel him tensing, and I whisper, “Fuck me, Baby, I want you to cum with me.”

He moans and buries his head into my neck, stiffening with a long, deep thrust that sends tremors through my body. I clamp my muscles even tighter around his cock, can feel my pussy spasming around his cock as he slams into me again, sending more hot cum deep into me until at last he is drained and he lowers my trembling legs. I still am leaning against the wall, and Dominic, to support me. The power of my orgasm still too great for me to stand on my own. He looks into my eyes and smiles, that sweet giggle he has coming out as he says, “M’am,” and leans in for a kiss.

I finally start to regain my composure, although that is difficult with the way he is kissing me. These are not the kisses of a man who is sated, but one who still is feeling mischevious. After a few moments I pull away and slide down the wall until I am able to wrap my lips around his cock. I cup his balls through his BDU’s, massaging gently, then pull away for a moment.

“I need to clean you up, Lieutenant, I wouldn’t want you to walk around in wet undies all night,” I say, and I wrap my lips around him again as I hear him laugh.

I can taste both of us mingled as I slowly lick up and down his shaft, then swirling the flat of my tongue around the sensitive head of his cock. I run my fingernails up along the back of Dominic’s muscular thighs, trying to touch as much of him as I can through all the material. I alternate licking up and down his shaft with my tongue, lapping the head, then taking him into my mouth and gently sucking. This must have been effective, because after a few minutes I can feel Dominic stirring. I was right with my kisses earlier, the stairwell was only the warm-up.

He pulls me up after a moment, laughing and saying, “I’m not going to be able to get down the hall if you keep going, and I have had a certain fantasy about you and your desk.”

We try to get our clothes somewhat presentable, bursa escort bayan then I head down the hall with Dominic coming a moment behind me, knowing that the Officer downstairs could have us on camera. We make it into my office, fortunately another area with no cameras, and I slide my panties off and sit in my chair, leaving the other one for him. I prop one of my feet up on my desk, pulling my skirt up high enough to slip a finger into my cum-drenched pussy, then add a second one, sliding in and out lazily as I watch him watching me. I know he loves watching me play with myself, especially when he gets to join in at some point.

“Do you like what you see, Dominic? Do you like watching me eat your cum?”

I bring my fingers to my mouth, sucking our juices off each digit, “That’s so hot, Baby,” he says as I return my hand to my honeypot.

I flick my clit, getting myself ready for round two and say in a husky whisper “Get some of your clothes off, you’ve got on way too much.”

Dominic stands and removes his duty belt and BDU shirt, undoes his pants and lets those drop to his boots, and I can see he is alreading getting hard through his boxer briefs. He pulls his cock out of his shorts as he slides them down his hips, his muscular thighs. He rubs himself as he sits down across from me, knowing I get off watching him as well. I love watching his cock get harder and thicker in front of my eyes as he slides his hand up and down the shaft, alternately cupping his balls, almost seeming rough in how he handles himself. I get so wet watching him touch himself, watching him watch me, and soon can’t take it anymore.

I stand up and go over to his chair, straddling him as he holds his hard cock in his hand like an obelisque, and I slowly impale myself, letting us savor the sweet sensation of that first penetration. When at last I am completely filled, Dominic grabs my hips and pulls me forward and up, setting the pace for us and I ride him as his hands slide around to grab my ass.

“That’s it, ride my cock,” he purrs into my ear before nipping my lower lip in a kiss.

He sneaks a finger around and into my pussy then gently probes at my asshole with his slick finger. My head falls back as I know what he wants and that I am certainly not going to say no to him. His finger slips into my hole and he is thrusting into my pussy and ass, driving me crazy.

Dominic whispers in my ear, “Turn around, Baby,” and I lean in for a kiss before I slide off of him, keep my skirt gathered around me and turn around so I can sit down on his lap.

Instead of sliding back into my pussy, he has something else in mind. Dominic slides a couple fingers into my pussy and smears the juices onto his cock. When he pulls me back down, however, he lines the fat head up with my knot, and gripping my hips thrusts up into me. I love that first penetration, feeling my tight asshole resisting his huge cock before submitting.

“Oh, God, that’s so good,” I moan as his head pops into me.

He pauses after that first entry, giving me a moment to adjust to him filling my ass, then pulls me down more until I am once again escort bursa on his lap, this time with his cock, seeming twice as hard, buried in my naughty-hole. I swivel my hips, getting used to him inside me, and he moans, “Yeah!” and I know what he means, that felt pretty great!

With Dominic guiding my hips I slide up and down on his shaft, occasionally grinding and swiveling as I have him buried in my ass.

“Dom, you feel amazing, I love your cock in my ass!” I hiss as I am getting closer to coming again.

“Put your fingers in your pussy,” he orders as I slide up and down his prick, “I want to feel you while I fuck your ass.”

I will do anything he wants me to do, as he already knows, and am happy to oblige. I slide two of my fingers into my pussy and thrust as deeply as I can, feeling his shaft pumping into my ass. I can’t take it much longer and I start to whimper, “Oh yeah, cum, Baby, cum,” his voice coaxes me over the edge and I feel an orgasm rippling through me.

My ass clutches his cock and I am now riding him with abandon, taking him so deep in my ass with my fingers buried in my snatch as wave after wave of my climax hits me. He reaches around and rubs my clit with his thumb as I am cumming, and both my pussy and my ass explode with sensation.

“Are you close, Baby?” I whisper as the waves of pleasure ebb to allow me to have a coherent thought.

“Mmmmmmm” is his throaty reply.

“Do you want to come in my ass, or on my tongue?” I inquire as I slowly swivel on his cock.

He guides me up by my hips so I am standing in response and I turn around to pull him up with me. I turn Dominic around and push his shoulders down so he is now bending over my desk with his pants around his ankles. Oh, what a vision that is! I sit behind him in the chair he just vacated, lick up his crack and he involuntarily flinches and moans. I spread my palms on his hot ass and gently pull his cheeks apart, exposing his tight hole, and I flick my tongue around the rim before gently spearing the center. I keep this motion up, applying a bit more pressure as I feel him relax and succumb to the pleasure of having his ass rimmed.

I lick down below, trying to suck on his balls, can taste my cum on him as I slide my tongue along his taint and back to his little asshole. I hear Dominic moaning as he props himself up enough to grab his shaft so he can jerk-off while I am eating out his sweet knot. I can feel him tensing and he pushes away from the desk, turning around to shove his cock into my waiting mouth just as hot gobs of cum shoot into the back of my throat. He thrusts into my mouth again and again until finally his hands rest on my head, stroking my hair the way I love. Again I bathe his cock, getting every last drop of cum from him as I look up at him with lust-sated eyes.

Dominic pulls his shorts and pants up and buckles up, I hand him his shirt and after he puts it on, I do the buttons for him as he plays with a lock of my hair. I check for any imperfections, make sure the creases are all still perfect, watch as he puts his duty belt and radio back on, going back into his work-persona.

He gives me that cute little grin I love, and says, “I’m not sure if I got everything out in this therapy session, we might need to continue this later tonight.” I smile, too, knowing that I will certainly accommodate him.

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It was a warm summer day at the beach; the ocean breeze felt well as it cooled my warming skin. I put lotion on the parts of my body that I could reach but was now struggling to get the rest of my back. I guess you had been watching me from afar in my bikini top that covered just enough of my ample breasts, and the thong that only covered my womanhood, it is a shiny blue bikini I fell in love with at first sight.

You approached me and asked, “If I needed some help putting lotion on my back,” I replied with, “thank you that would be great.” Your hands worked the lotion into my back, so strong yet so gentle in touch. As you massaged the oil into my back, you also relieved some built up tension. Your hands moved down to my buttocks as you stated, “I had missed a few spots, and being the gentleman that you are, you would get them for me,” I smiled to myself.

“Turn around,” you stated, “I wouldn’t want that pretty face of yours getting redder than it already is.”

“Well,” I began, “since you have done the rest of my body, you minds well check to make sure I didn’t miss any spots on my chest.” It was your turn to smile to yourself. Your hands left my face and began rubbing lotion into my chest slowly. I could feel my nipples harden from your touch as desire slowly burned in my loin.

Your hands moved to my stomach and then to my legs rubbing lotion from my ankle and up to the inside of my thigh stopping for a moment and then doing the same thing to the other leg. “I think you are covered darling,” you stated. I replied with, “Well there are areas you missed but I think they are covered for now. With that statement I smiled a smile that only you would know what I was talking about.

As we made small talk I noticed all of your features except for your eyes that were hidden under sunglasses, but I liked what I could see and I wanted to see more. “So you here alone,” you asked. “Yes,” I replied. “You,” I added. You nodded your head and with that I asked, “You would care to join me for the day.”

“Yes, that would be great,” you answered.

We decided to take a walk down the beach as the woman looked at you and the men well they just checked out my tits and ass. I liked having you beside me, and as we talked more I felt as if I had known you forever. konyaaltı escort We played like we were kids, teasing each other; I kicked water at you as you kept telling me you were going to throw me into the ocean. I didn’t believe you so I kept pushing you, and the next thing I knew I was being lifted by strong arms, you threw me over your back, and put a hand on my ass as you walked into the water. I was trying to squirm of your grasp but couldn’t. I felt your hold loosens and then I felt the shock of the cold water as my body came in contact with it. I surfaced and you were laughing as you spoke the words “I told you ‘You wait,” I interrupted.

You suddenly pressed your lips against mine, shushing me before I could speak any more words, as your thumbs wiped the running beads of salt water off my face. We kissed for a long time as the waves crashed into us pushing us little by little back to shore. I grasped your shoulders to sturdy myself against the bigger waves. Your lips moved to my neck as my fingers found your chest. I pushed away from you stepping back a few steps, and then lifted off my bikini top saying “you want these you come get them,” and with that I turned around and ran. It wasn’t too long before you caught me spinning me around in my tracks, cupping a breast in your hand as your mouth found my nipple, your free hand pressing my back. I moaned in delight as your mouth engulfed more of my breast nibbling gently at my salty flesh. You once again brought your lips to mine, as our tongues entwined with passion. Your fingertips tracing the space between my breasts and then around my hardened nipples. You removed your lips from mine stating; “we should head back to our spot on the beach”

“but what about my top?” I asked, “Leave it off” was your reply.

As we started our journey back, me topless, tits bouncing, men gawking, wives slapping their husbands, the only difference was this time you held me hand or had your arm around me, stopping briefly to plant a kiss on my breast occasionally. An elderly couple stopped to inform us that we were a “cute couple.” We smiled thanking them and continued. When we reached our belongings you wrapped your arms around me neck and once again kissed me that long sensual kiss that I had become so familiar with. kültür escort My breasts pressing against your chest, what a wonderful feeling that was and I was enjoying every moment of it, then you suggested that we go grab a bite to eat. I was famished and obliged to the idea.

We soon returned to the empty sands of the beach, we once again walked, held hands and just talked. I stopped you, kissing your neck and moving my way up to your lips. I looked in your eyes, telling you that “I want you right here and now, please make love to me.” I kissed your lips showing you just how much I wanted to become one with you. My hands roamed your chest through your shirt as your finger released my bikini top, removing it so that my breasts were exposed into the ocean air. We continued our kissing as our hands roamed one another’s body. Heating the cool air around us, my body coming alive with every touch of your hands. My fingers worked to remove your shorts, my mouth watering at the thought of the taste of your cock. I hurry to get it into my mouth, moving up and down your long thick shaft. Your hand at the back of my head thumbs caressing my cheeks while you watched me devour your manhood. Slowly I began to taste precum, ummm your cum is good and I want more. I want to taste your load; I want to feel your cock as it jerks before shooting.

I continue to maneuver your huge hard cock in and out of my throat without gagging. I feel the veins bulging as you begin to shoot your hot wad into my throat, I hum encouraging you for more, I am able to swallow all that you have to offer, without dribbling, and once I have finished I remove your cock from my mouth. You bring me to my feet only to grasp my thong, and slide it down my legs until it reaches my ankles. I step out of it and you toss it aside.

You tease my navel with your tongue, kissing your way down; amazed by my hairless pussy you plant a kiss on my swelling clit. Your hands find the inside of my thighs, pushing, wanting me to spread my legs a little further. Some couples walk by but we don’t care we are too hot and horny for them. Your hands grab my ass cheeks as your mouth finds my clit. You lick it, suck on it and then you dive in. My hands are on your head now, my fingers holding your hair. Your finger finds my slit, markantalya escort inserting it while you continue to play with my clit. My hands find my tits as I bring them to my mouth; I can feel my insides getting wet. I am so hot; you turn me on so much.

You can tell my knees are weakening so you suggest that I lay down on my back. I grab my legs so that I can watch you as you eat me, your tongue moves down to my ass as you taunt my backdoor, and then back up. As your tongue once again plays with my clit you move a finger into my pussy, and one into my ass. I moan but am not sure if you can hear me as the waves crash behind us. Your fingers move quickly in and out of my tight holes. Licking and finger fucking me harder, I scream as the orgasm hits, my body shaking releasing my love juices. You don’t stop until I am done, my body returns to normal but I want to feel your cock beat in and out of me.

I spread my legs inviting your cock inside. You slide your hard pole into my tight pussy, Your cock so big that it took some time to get it adjusted and entirely inside my tight hole. Your hands grasp mine forcing them on each side of my head. I lock my legs around your back as you begin to pump in and out of me. You kiss me, as your chest hairs rubbed my erect nipples. Our breathing becoming heavier. “You feel so good inside me”

“I love your cock, and I want to feel you cum”

“Ummm” was your reply. Your thrusts were becoming more rapid and harder. I could feel each ripple of your cock as it slides in and out of me.

We continued this act of about an hour and only after my fourth orgasm did you even consider that you would cum. By now you could tell that I was ready to cum again and this time you decided to join me. My pussy so slippery from all the orgasms, the little waves reaching shore cooling us, as my squeals of your name got louder. You fucked me harder and faster with moans of your own. We were ready; I arched my back as much as I could be pinned down. You slowed as your cock pulled back and then shot sending wads of cum deep inside me. I crashed your cock with a wave of my own. A grand finale that seemed to take a long time before ceasing. We laid in that position for a while as we continued to kiss one another only getting up and finding our towels because the waves were getting bigger.

That night we went back to your house, took a shower together only to do it again, and then went to bed starting all over again.

Maybe one day this fantasy will become a reality for me.

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A few months after my divorce, I knew I wasn’t ready to start dating, but a casual hookup could help relieve some of the post-divorce stress. It’s not like I was getting a lot of action before we separated, but once our lawyers were done screwing me, I was living a life of forced celibacy. And then I found the online world.

I managed to get my profile set up, telling the cyber world I was a “recently divorced carpenter, looking for a good board to nail.” I’ve been told I’m easy on the eyes – not Brad Pitt, but people don’t cringe when they look at me. I work out regularly, especially since the divorce. There’s something cathartic about taking out your frustrations on the free weights. My profile pics were just some shots of me and my pup because he is a total babe magnet and rarely leaves my side. If he ever bought a round of drinks, he’d be the ideal wingman.

So there I was Friday night, sitting on the couch eating pizza and drinking beer, checking out profiles of women near me. Lots of cute faces, great eyes, and sexy poses. At first, I was spending a fair bit of time on each profile, checking out their pics and reading their bio, and then swiping left to move to the next person. It didn’t take me long to learn that most of the profiles were pretty much the same. Carefully crafted – sometimes shopped – photo and a pithy quote from an inspirational authority, but too often via Oprah. I started swiping left and right solely based on the initial profile pic. If this was a hookup app, I really didn’t need to know much about them, anyway. If we matched, I’d learn more.

I played with the app for an hour or so, mostly swiping left but there were lots of potential connections, and I became pretty liberal about who I swiped right. I put the tablet down and took Jake out for his pre-bedtime walk. We were out for half an hour or so, as he checked his pee-mail and made sure the neighborhood was free of random cats, squirrels, and whatever else dogs see that we can’t. When I got back to the house, I noticed there was a new notification on the tablet. Sure enough, the site had found me a match – three, in fact – so I grabbed another beer and sat down to learn more.

The first two matches were interesting. One was a 25-year-old single mom about 15 miles away. She was looking for some fun and wanted to know if I could bring over any “party favors.” Pretty sure I knew what she wanted, and that wasn’t my scene. The second was a bit more interesting, and a quick look at her profile told me she was still married but looking for some fun on the side. I really didn’t want to be that guy, so I moved onto the third connection, Sarah.

Sarah was intriguing. An attractive blonde, maybe in her early forties, with a profile that konyaaltı escort said she was divorced and had a daughter in university. I said hello and she replied, and we chatted for a few hours. During the chat, she mentioned she had a door that sticks shut, and it was a bitch to open in the wet months. I told her I could take a look at it, and we made plans for the next day. She said she’d make me something to eat so I didn’t think she was trying to get me over just to do something for free. We chatted a bit more and then realized it was late, so we signed off and went to bed. I was looking forward to meeting Sarah, to see where this would go.

Saturday afternoon I took Jake for his walk and loaded the truck up with a few tools I’d need to fix what was likely a warped door. I stopped at the liquor store to grab a bottle of wine, and ten minutes later I was knocking on her door. The goddess that opened the door took me by surprise and I stood there speechless for a moment until she said “Hi – you must be Pete. C’mon in – mom just went to the store for a minute. I’m Candice.”

Candice was gorgeous. A cute little blonde with a button nose, deep blue eyes, and a glossy smile. She was wearing a t-shirt and jeans, and she filled them both out remarkably well. As she bent to give Jake some attention, I could see an ample amount of cleavage, and it got both of our tails wagging. Before it got uncomfortable, I suggested I look at the door, and she brought me inside and led me to the room.

It was the bathroom door in Candice’s bedroom that was sticking. I had a look, and it didn’t seem to be warped, but it was probably installed when it was bone dry and the steam from the bathroom combined with the wetter weather this time of year that made it swell and stick in the jamb. Candice sat on the bed while I worked, and when I showed her that it now opened and shut smoothly, she clapped and complimented me on my handiness.

“So, I have a bit of a confession. My mom’s not really at the store. She’s in Mexico and has been since last Tuesday. My friend and I were trying to find her a good connection online, and we thought you were a really decent guy last night. We wanted to hook you both up but needed to know if you were right for her. You seem pretty chill, but there’s still one thing we need to know.”

I looked at her with a puzzled look on my face, and said “We?”

A voice behind me said, “Yes. We. I’m Michelle, but you can just call me Shel. Sarah is important to us, and we want to make sure whoever meets her knows how to treat her right.”

And with that, a tall brunette entered the room. She had silky dark hair that reached her shoulders, light olive skin, and emerald green eyes. She was wearing a sweater kültür escort and yoga pants, and they looked amazing on her. She walked to the bed and sat beside Candice, and the two of them looked up at me, waiting for me to respond.

“Look, you seem like a really nice guy. You’re funny, you have a great smile and a nice body, and you know how to fix stuff. You’re good to your dog, and you’ve got a nice truck, and these are all great qualities, but we need to know if you’re good in bed. If you can make us both cum with your tongue, we’ll introduce you to mom. If not, well, you’ll still have a good time, and we’ll have spared her the agony of another failed relationship.”

And with that, Candice lay back on her elbows, her gorgeous tits jutting out at me, and her sexy smile invited me to accept her challenge.

“Strip for us,” she commanded.

I looked at her, and then Shel, and said, “No. You two first. I want to know you’re actually going to do it, and not just fucking around with me. Get undressed, and I’ll show you what I can do.”

The two looked at each other and smiled, and then Candice pulled off her t-shirt and wriggled out of her jeans. Her white lace bra was working overtime to contain her gorgeous chest. We turned and looked at Shel, and watched as she pulled her sweater over her head. I’d already assumed she wasn’t wearing a bra, and this was confirmed as the fabric revealed her flawless olive chest. She had tiny brown areolas, each with a tiny nipple at the end. She was probably a B-cup, and the twins stood high and firm on her lithe frame.

I went to Candice first, pulling her by the hand off the bed and bringing our lips together. I ran my tongue around her mouth, teasing hers to come out and play. I was aggressive with her, as my gut told me this is what she was looking for. I ran my hands over her bare skin, feeling the lace of her bra under my palm, and the slight bump of her nipple trying to escape the sexy cups. I reached behind her and unfastened the hooks and let her marvelous breasts spring free. I moved my mouth down to her chest, my fingers teasing one nipple while my tongue focused on the other.

“Well, seems like you’re a pretty good kisser,” she said as she leaned back to give me better access to her chest.

As I kissed her magnificent breasts, I slid my hands down, feeling her tight body and soft skin. I reached both hands around to cup her ample ass and pulled her close so she could feel my hardness through my jeans.

Candice ground her pelvis against my throbbing cock, and her fast breathing, hard nipples, and raspy voice told me she was moving in the right direction toward a fantastic orgasm, but I wanted to tease her a bit more. I massaged her ass cheeks, markantalya escort and moved my mouth back to hers, teasing her tongue to play some more. I kissed my way to her ear, nuzzling her neck as I went, and she pushed herself deeper into my arms.

“What do you want me to do to you now?” I whispered into her ear.

Her hands had been rubbing all over my body, caressing my skin through my shirt and rubbing my cock through my jeans. She was trying to undo my belt, so I arched my body back from her, breaking the close connection. I whispered my question again, and now she was panting as she replied.

“Lick me. Put your tongue inside me and make me cum – I need to cum now.”

I smiled as I lay her on the bed, then kissed my way down her body until I reached the soft fabric of her panties. I hooked my thumbs in the sides and slid them off her sexy legs. She brought her knees up and spread her legs to give me perfect access to her sweet pussy. There was just a tiny triangle of fine blonde hair, and I ran my fingers through it to feel the softness. I nuzzled the inside of her thighs, kissing and licking at the soft skin, tasting the light sweat that had formed and enjoying the bouquet of her juices. It had been three decades since I’d had a twenty-year-old pussy, and the first time had been nothing like this.

I ran my tongue along her labia, enjoying her salty taste. She gasped as my tongue touched her, and I felt her fingers in my hair as I continued to explore. I lapped at her like she was a dripping popsicle, smiling as I heard her moaning. Once I knew she was ready, I moved up to her clit and surrounded that little guy with my mouth, sucking it in and teasing it with my tongue. It only took a few seconds of this, and she was humping my face as fast as she could, her hands pulling my head as deep as possible between her legs.

“Fuck yes, fuck, fuuuuuuck.”

I kept my focus on her hard clit, and let my hands move up her body to caress her breasts. I knew she was close, so I started pinching her nipples as I flicked her bean, and that pushed her over the edge. Her body went rigid, and I could feel the tremors racing through her. She was whimpering as she came, and I continued to suck and lick at her clit, holding her down as the first orgasm took hold of her, and I kept going until the second had passed. After her muscles started to relax after the third tremor, I moved my head back from her sensitive clit and looked up at her from between her legs.

Eventually, she said, “Ding-ding-ding, we have a winner!”

I looked over at Shel, my face still glistening with Candice’s juices, and asked her if she was ready for her turn.

Shel looked at me with lust in her eyes and said, “Well, Candice is easy, but I’m going to make you work for it.”

I’ve never been one to shy away from hard work, and I’ll tell you what happened with Shel in the next part of this story if you let me know that you’re interested in reading more.

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I tied on my running shoes and waved at my finacé before I left. Jogging wasn’t my thing but it was Ethan’s and I hadn’t seen him in almost a week. I had seen him around, of course, but while my fiancé was working in town, we kept our distance.

Knowing he would be running this evening, I told my fiancé I was going out for a quick run.

He glanced at me and took in my body, clad in tight dark blue knee-length running pants, black running shoes and a bright blue top, a totally sleeveless affair and sporting some cleavage. My hair was in a bun today and I hadn’t bothered with makeup.

My fiancé nodded appreciatively and I left the house. The kids were going to bed and he could deal with that. My mind was already working my body into a frenzy, thinking of Ethan’s hands on me, his mouth on mine and his cock inside of me.

I felt very sexy in this outfit, which left little to the imagination. It showed off all my hard work through the last months and I was particularly proud of my round, perky butt when wearing these pants.

Running down the street, I headed towards the forest path popular for runners. I kept my hands up and close to my body, my breasts bouncing pleasingly.

The trees enveloped me and I watched my step. I knew his route, he had sent it to me earlier this morning, along with the time he would be running. There weren’t many people running at this hour but a tall man did pass me with a curt ‘evening’ which I scrambled to reply.

Finally, I saw a familiar set of wide shoulders and long hair standing out of an old baseball cap. He wore black on black today, somewhat hiding his strength. He was heading off to a lesser-used trail and I increased my speed to catch up.

I passed konyaaltı escort a woman heading back the way Ethan was going and I felt my excitement heighten. We might get caught and the thought was making me felt wet and naughty.

I passed Ethan with a smile and a casual ‘hi’. He caught up with me and kept my pace rather than set his own. He smiled at me and ran his eyes over me before biting his fist. I was starting to warm properly from the running but we still pushed on a bit further. Ethan’s hand touched my ass occasionally, a light caress, followed by a sigh.

We came down a short hill, meeting a pair of women running back and Ethan took my arm after they passed us. He lifted a leafy branch up and pulled me in after him. We walked off the trail for a few moments, passing three large trees before Ethan turned to me.

We were in a small spot free of trees and bushes, partly hidden from the road. His hand went around my waist and he kissed me, hard and needy.

He was already swollen inside his pants, another great thing the running gear allowed me to feel by simply pressing up against him. I didn’t want foreplay, I wanted him inside me as quickly as possible. So, I ran my hand down his firm chest, his abdomen and into his pants.

He gasped as I grabbed him, stroking his shaft and pulling down his pants. He grinned against my mouth and I started to turn away. He grabbed me and stopped me before I could finish, holding me in place and kissed me harder than before, his hand rough on my breasts and ass.

I moaned and writhed against him and he deftly turned me around, my hands flying out to find something to grab on too. I was almost giggling when I felt him pull my pants along with my red panties kültür escort down just enough to shove his cock into my soaking wet pussy.

I cried out as he filled me so suddenly and completely. He grunted behind me, his hands grabbing hold of my hips as I braced against a thick three in front of me. My legs were close together and along with the bunched fabric, it created a wonderful friction as he started sliding in and out of me. Feeling his length and girth had me moaning in pleasure. My finacé couldn’t fuck me like this, not ever. Ethan’s cock was simply bigger, harder and better.

“Fuck yeah,” I heard him moan behind me as he buried himself inside of me, “I’ve missed you.”

“Oh, and I you.” I managed to reply as he picked up the pace and I felt his balls slapping against me. He moved his hands, one went to the small of my back and the other caressed my breast through the fabric of my top. He was really thrusting into me now and I pushed back to meet him. This felt like heaven but I needed more to get me there.

I moved one hand between my legs and found my clit. I was so swollen, my fingers rubbing hard. Ethan’s hand moved to cover mine between my legs, pushing mine away and took over rubbing my clit. I bit my lips to not cry out again but it was incredibly difficult as my climax started to take me.

Ethan was thrusting himself into me so hard my body shook with it, yet his fingers stayed with my clit, rubbing furiously.

His other hand squeezed my ass before he grabbed my hip again to steady himself as he moaned behind me.

“Fuck yes, fuck yes,” he was close and I could barely stand it anymore. His deft fingers doing all the right things to me as I rocketed forward. I wasn’t thinking markantalya escort about staying quiet and anyone passing through this part of the woods would know someone was having sex. I didn’t care.

When his hand moved from my hip towards my ass again, it barely registered. Then he pressed his finger against my ass and I moaned.

“Please,” I begged and he pressed one finger into my ass and I lost it. I came so hard around his cock and his finger, his hand had to be drenched in my juices. He hammered into me as I came, and it prolonged my orgasm.

He thrust deeper, removing his finger from my ass and his hand from my clit to grab a hold of my hips again. Driving himself into me faster. He pumped furiously and pressed deep inside of me, going rigid as he came. Warmth spread through me and I could feel the trickle down my inner thigh. I was so spent, I had trouble remaining upright as so did he. He leaned over me, kissing my shoulder, my neck, and my back.

“Let’s not wait this long between fuck again,” He begged and I smiled.

“Let’s not,” I agreed.

Slowly, we recovered and Ethan withdrew from me. As I pulled up my panties and pants, I was indeed soaking in his and my juices.

“When can I see you again?” Ethan kissed me before I could answer him, pressing me against him.

“How’s tomorrow morning?” I asked and he smirked.

“I’ll manage,” He promised.

We headed back and parted at his house as if we had just run together. We had most certainly spent some calories.

When I came inside, my fiancé was sitting on the living room sofa, and he glanced up when I walked passed, telling him I was taking a shower.

“Maybe you should leave it on,” He said with a certain smile I knew all too well. He was horny.

My heart rate spiked as I smiled.

“Let me clean up for you first,” I promised, “I have more of these outfits. Then I’m all yours.”

He nodded at me and I dashed off to the bathroom.

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My day, as always, was long and meaningless. The usual shit happened with all of the people in the office. One was annoying me to no end until I told him to go fucking work. Then I couldn’t work myself. It was just a bad day and I wanted to just go home. It was finally Friday night and it was a long weekend of what I hoped was nothing urgent to handle.

We met in the car at the train station and exchanged our usual smile and kiss, but with no passion. It was as if we were the typical couple. Ok, just a lack of sleep, I probably thought was the reason on both of our parts in fact. I knew you were up two nights ago teasing with me to have some fun but soon you were fighting the battle between your stomach and a pepperoni pizza. The stomach won that night so you weren’t in the mood for anything. I accepted my fate, rubbed your back, made sure you were calm and we both fell off to sleep.

You tempted fate again tonight with the pizza but we both decided on just having a salad. Not bad for a quick bag from the local store. French dressing, tuna fish and croutons. I know you well. That alone would be enough for you to be satisfied tonight. But was it?

After our late supper, you headed for bed and I headed for the shower. I needed to clean up from a long day and wanted a few minutes to myself so I could relax. You smiled, gave me a kiss, and laughed saying, “don’t use up all the heat.”

Well the heat of the water and chill of the air of a cool summer night coming through the bathroom window helped to relax me. All the while I wondered what you might be doing. Watching television, no doubt. I know your favorite show would be on. It was late and we both I figured would watch our shows and fall asleep together. It would just be us tonight; no roommates, and no kids. No work either tomorrow. Saturday finally would be to ourselves.

I decided rather than dress in the bathroom I was going to just change in the bedroom. Just a habit of mine that I picked up from her. Not that I didn’t want to show myself but I just had not been in a showing mood.

It was awfully quiet. No usual sounds of the television blaring. But tonight there was a faint sound of music. Some smooth r&b. Sounded like Brian McKnight. This was different I thought. Now I caught a whiff of vanilla and musk. I saw the flickering of a single pillar candle in the room. My interest was peaked now. No television, no computer, just a quiet room, soft music, and candlelight? What was going on now? Was she going to give me a relaxing massage? No I thought I am the one who gives that usually.

My mind was starting to race with some anticipation as to the scene being played out in our bedroom. The door was parted just slightly and I saw your legs at the end of the bed. I slowly turned my head inside the door. konyaaltı escort Instead of you lying there in that favorite nightshirt that I swore has been around for many years but still was soft and comfortable, you were there in all your glorious naked beauty. The creamy white skin, your large breasts and lightly colored aureoles. Your nipples were already hard and standing upright. It was the beauty I longed for and wanted so badly many nights to just eat up.

“Wow, this is a surprise.” I said quietly. I didn’t want to lose the moment. “Shhh.”, you whispered. “Come join me.” As I approached the bed I saw why you were as quiet. Your glistening fingers and a shiny little toy was replacing my tongue on your hot box. You fell in love with that toy the minute you found it at a party. Small enough to be discreet and yet it was powerful enough to be my replacement, at least some of the time.

“I don’t want you to touch me, not just yet.” You moaned lightly but enough to know this was going on for quite a while before I walked in on the moment. I smiled and said, “You know that is going to be hard.” I admit it is hard not to want to bury my face in the sweet and musky scent of her flesh. But she had other ideas. She wanted the pleasure of torturing me tonight and give to me some relaxation from the stresses of work. God I love her so for that. But her torture was my pleasure and she delighted in getting the best of me. I certainly was not going to complain.

With only a towel between my own warm flesh, and me she smiled and said, “you want to show me what’s underneath?” “Mmmm, gladly.” I let the towel drop to expose myself to her. The smile grew larger and her fingers moved a little more rapidly.

“I want you to watch me rub my hot pussy.” It was demanding yet playfully erotic. Coming from her it was more than just erotic. It was fucking hot. She began to rub her clit with two fingers. I could see the wire of the silver vibrator coming from just inside her hot wet hole. The bullet had to be just inside of her right at that one spot she loved so much. She arched her back up and the moans became louder. “Watch me cum baby. I want you to see me cum while I fuck myself.”

I was so tempted to start to stroke my growing cock. She saw my temptations and said, “Oh no baby, no…you have to watch me. You can’t touch yourself.” Now THAT was difficult. Damn she was serious. I can’t release this feeling inside of me? “Oh God baby you really want me to go wild on you don’t you.” She laughed then took in a long breath and said “you can do anything you want, but not before I cum.”

It seemed like hours to me. But her movements and the moaning and deep breathing could only mean one thing. She was about to explode. She used to muffle her orgasms because I always seemed to kültür escort find that one spot with my tongue or my fingers or both that would just drive her over the edge. But with so many people in the house she couldn’t let it out. Tonight, well that was a different story. By now two fingers became three. And three fingers became invisible as she slid them inside that wet dripping hole. The bullet had to be pushed back by now probably to her cervix. That one spot alone drove her nuts and I was witnessing it without laying a single finger upon her. The movements were faster. The breathing and moaning were more and more louder. She wanted me to see her just let go and didn’t care if any of the neighbors heard her primal screams of orgasmic joy.

“OH GOD” she cried. “GOD I WANT TO FUCKING CUM”. By now she was shaking the walls. “OH FUCK! FUCK ME! OH! OH! GOD I WANT THIS TO BE FUCKING YOU INSIDE OF ME. FUCK THE SHIT OUT OF ME BABY. FUCK ME AND TAKE ME LIKE YOU ALWAYS DO. POUND THAT COCK DEEP IN ME. OH FUCK ME!!!” Her words were turning into grunts of pleasure. It was if she was squeezing my cock between her legs dying for me to explode deep in her. She couldn’t speak that well right about at that moment but no one was going to question her words of pleasure.

The bed shook from the violence of her spasms. It was as if every inch of her pussy was on fire. Her clit was so swollen. Her G spot had to be so stimulated it had to be wanting to crawl out of her cunt. The loud panting, crying, and moaning was just too much for her body to hold in. She came, and came, and came again. Louder, and stronger, and more physical than ever, I envied her ability to cum so many times, but in a delicious, naughty way.

“OHH FUCK!”. She came like a wild animal. Her screams subsided. Her panting leveled off. The sweat just poured all over her body from the passion that was her sex. When her multitude of orgasms subsided, she smiled and said, “Now baby, it’s your turn.” I couldn’t wait to try to match her, but I knew she would rule the bedroom tonight.

I thought for sure she was tired after such a long, intense wave of orgasms. The sweat pooled on the bed like a secluded pond. Now there was a thought too. Doing it outside, maybe even in some the warm water. Nice. But I could only focus on your wandering eyes leading down to my already swollen member.

Like a cat, you didn’t hesitate to jump to bring me closer to you. “Come here,” you cooed, “and let me take care of you now.” “You really want me don’t you?” I couldn’t help but smile saying that knowing full well I was about to be experiencing something very pleasurable.

“But of course I do. I have wanted that for so very long.” Without any more words you slid yourself over and immediately wrapped your warm mouth on my cock. I arched markantalya escort back and sighed heavily. “OH YESSSSSSS!” You slowly licked the underside of my stick. Trailing your tongue along the ridge down to my balls. Licking, smiling, and devouring it like it was milk and honey. “MMMMMMM. I love this cock baby. You keep making me cum. Now it’s my turn.” You smiled and watched my face express the pleasure it had been looking for. “Oh God yes baby. I love how you worship it.” I couldn’t keep from feeling the tingling go throughout my body while you returned to deep throat my hardened cock in your mouth.

I could feel your tongue circling the head. Licking and sucking. Sucking and licking. You went slowly at first, teasing every inch. And as my moaning became louder and stronger you could feel the tensing, wanting to taste my hot cum, but knowing you wanted to extended the pleasure even longer.

I started to fuck your hot mouth. Between the slurps and sucking I could sense and hear your pleasure as that hot mouth sucked down my hardened cock. You reached with one hand and began to finger yourself and your mouth became more like a furnace. It was as if the heat of your pussy trailed all the way up. You began yourself to moan louder as my thrusts were harder and faster.

“OH YES. TAKE MY FUCKING COCK.” You did, oh so well. “I WANT YOU NOW.” You were so close yourself to exploding again. I could tell you wanted to cum at the same time as me.

At that point we were both beyond turning back. You were cumming so hard that I couldn’t help myself and I shot my large hot load all over you. Spreading down your neck and over your creamy white tits. You smiled broadly, rubbing it in like a cream to soften what was already soft skin. You dragged me over and we began to kiss deeply. Our tongues began to play while we caressed each other all over. My warm cock was already pressed against your now even more drenched cunt and was against a very swollen clit.

I moved in rhythm with you. The head of my cock was rubbing against your clit and it wasn’t long before you wanted to feel me inside of you. “Oh God baby, slide it I my hole. Please slide it in. I want to feel it.” I couldn’t resist. You were so wet it was so easy to slide it deeply inside. “OHHHHH GOD YES!!!!!” You were on fire. My cock was already hot from the mouth fucking I had. But it couldn’t compare with the heat of your raging cunt. “I want you too,” I tried to utter but I was so enveloped in wanting to fuck you raw, I don’t know if the words came out of my mouth.

I started pounding my cock deep inside that hot box. You grabbed at me pulling me closer and our hips began the rhythm of the sexual dance we loved so much.

It was not long before we climaxed again together. I left myself inside of you, not wanting to slide myself out for fear I’d have nothing there. But we kissed again deeply and fell asleep in each other’s arms, caressing each other and lying there quietly. It was finally a good Friday. And it was already early Saturday morning.

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“Kader Abdullahi, if you think you can just waltz in here with your half-baked apologies for coming in two hours late, again, you can kiss my fat ass,” Choukri Osman said sharply, and then she looked at her husband Kader up and down. Outside their house in the City of Barrhaven, Ontario, a fierce midsummer thunderstorm raged. Standing at the door soaking wet, Kader just wanted some peace of mind, but Choukri clearly wasn’t having it.

One hand leaning against the kitchen counter, the other on her hips, Choukri Osman was oozing attitude out of every pore. Dammit, after a long day at the security firm where he worked as a mobile supervisor, this was definitely not what Kader Abdullahi needed. Not by a long shot. Can’t a brother come home in peace, get some grub and grab some sleep? Damn women and their sassiness!

Seriously, every day it was the same thing. When Kader first spotted Choukri while walking around the Algonquin College library during their freshman year, he thought the tall, curvy Somali gal was an angel from Jannah. Fast forward the next five years and they had graduated from college, become parents, and fallen into one hell of a rut. Oh, and with their son Rashid staying with his grandmother for the weekend, Kader knew there’d be no escaping Choukri’s endless arguments…

Standing five-foot-ten, quite chubby, with wide hips, thick legs and a big ass, her curves hidden by a long robe and her hair hidden away by a Hijab, her dark brown skin glistening with sweat, Choukri Osman was Somali womanhood personified. Kader looked at her and sighed, then licked his lips in a way he hoped was seductive. When Choukri got like this, all haughty and stuff, the lady required careful handling, to be sure.

“Fine by me, Naag ( wife), my darling Choukri, if that’s the way you want to play it,” Kader retorted, and then the tall, burly young Somali man walked up to his lady, and boldly grabbed her. Eyes filled with fury, Choukri bared her teeth, cuss words on the tip of her tongue, and Kader grinned and pressed his lips against hers, silencing her before she could say anything else with that wicked tongue of hers. At first, Choukri resisted, then she slid her tongue down Kader’s throat, and he put his hands on her thick, round ass.

“Don’t think I’m not still mad at you,” Choukri said, smiling, when they came up for air. Kader smiled, and then dropped to his knees like a man about to pray or propose, one of the two. Choukri looked at Kader like he konyaaltı escort had two heads and they were both fucked up. Seriously, even for a slick-mouthed Somali brother, Kader could be a handful sometimes. What in hell was the fool doing now?

“Turn around, babe, I got something for you,” Kader replied, and Choukri rolled her eyes, then did as she was told. Kader smacked Choukri’s big round ass, and then caressed it, causing the young woman to purr with contentment. Kader pulled down Choukri’s long traditional dress, and grinned wickedly upon realizing that his lady wasn’t wearing any panties.

“Like what you see?” Choukri asked, and Kader smiled and nodded, and then, true to his word, he kissed Choukri’s fat ass. Bending over the kitchen counter, Choukri spread her thick brown ass cheeks wide open, exposing a fairly obvious target. Kader inhaled the unique funk of Choukri’s ass, and then puckered his lips. Choukri giggled softly as Kader stuck his tongue into her asshole, and began aggressively licking his way around her backdoor, just the way she liked it.

“Love the way your booty tastes,” Kader paused to say, and Choukri shook her head and silenced her man by grinding her big ass against his face. Kader got the point and began eating Choukri’s ass with gusto. Lots of brothers out there were addicted to eating black female booty but couldn’t or wouldn’t admit it out loud. Kader wasn’t that kind of brother. If loving the look, taste and feel of black female booty was wrong, then Kader definitely didn’t want to be right…

“Oh I got something for you, lover,” Choukri said, laughing viciously, and then, without another word, she squeezed out a loud, wet fart. If he was surprised by what came out of his lady love’s butt hole, Kader certainly didn’t let on. Instead, the brother inhaled Choukri’s gaseous fumes, and closed his eyes, as though savoring the smell of a most wonderful perfume…

“Shukran, thank you very much my goddess,” Kader said, and with that, he grabbed Choukri’s ass and propped her on all fours, right there on the kitchen floor, much to her delight. Choukri stuck her big ass in the air, and Kader sucked and licked her butt hole, loving the way it looked, smelled and tasted. Having Choukri fart on his face turned Kader on immensely, and he felt himself harden…

“Hmm, I totally love the way you eat my ass,” Choukri purred, and Kader smacked her big ass cheeks, causing them to jiggle. Licking her lips, Choukri closed kültür escort her eyes and fingered her already wet pussy as Kader ate her ass, sliding his tongue into the forbidden depths of her asshole. Nothing he loved more than exploring Choukri’s delicious “tunnel of darkness,” as it were…

“Sit on my face, please, ma’am,” Kader said, and a grinning Choukri winked at her husband, more than happy to oblige with his request. Kader lay flat on the kitchen floor, and Choukri promptly sat on his face, smothering him with her thick Somali ass. Kader stroked his already hard as Choukri rode his face, grinding her thick ass. Having his big-bottomed wife sit on his face was just about Kader’s idea of heaven…

“Like a queen on her throne,” Choukri said, purring contentedly, and for the second time that night, she farted on her man’s face. Next, Choukri decided to please her man, and grabbed hold of Kader’s dick. The Somali stud smiled as his wife stroked his dick, and then leaned over and took him into her mouth. Winking at Kader, Choukri caressed his balls while sucking his dick…

“Oh don’t stop,” Kader murmured, and Choukri nodded, and slid a finger up his ass while flicking her tongue over his dick head. Well aware of her husband’s fondness for anal play, Choukri dug two fingers up Kader’s ass, and his dick hardened even more. Kader trembled violently, and warned his wife that he was about to cum. Choukri kept on sucking his dick, and when Kader came, she milked him dry…

“So much fun, Nin ( husband ), I don’t want it to end,” Choukri said, and she looked at her husband Kader’s dick hungrily. Grinning, she climbed on top of him and impaled herself on his dick. Kader smiled and smacked Choukri’s ass with one hand, and rested the other on her hip. Bucking his hips, Kader thrust his dick into Choukri, and began fucking her. Choukri sighed happily as she felt Kader stab her cunt with his dick, and rested her hands on his broad, muscular shoulders as she began riding him for all he was worth…

“I want some of that ass,” Kader said to Choukri, much later, and she rolled off of him and got up. Kader watched her go, and a laughing Choukri sashayed her thick ass from side to side, much to his light. Moments later, Choukri came back from the washroom, with a bottle of Aloe cream lotion in hand. Kader smiled and rubbed his hard dick, and Choukri winked at him.

“If you want it come and get it,” Choukri said as she got on all fours, and Kader markantalya escort pounced after her. Catching Choukri in his strong arms, Kader felt himself harden even more as she pressed her thick ass against his groin. Laughing, Choukri pried her way out of Kader’s arms and spread her thick ass cheeks wide open. Kader took the Aloe cream bottle and lubricated her hole, and also smeared some on his dick.

“Let me show you what I’m working with,” Kader said, laughing as he pressed his hard dick against Choukri’s asshole. Choukri froze, suddenly tense. Even though she and her husband made love countless times, anal sex wasn’t something they did often. Turning around, she looked at Kader nervously. Leaning closer, Kader kissed Choukri on the forehead, and she relaxed somewhat…

“Be gentle with me,” Choukri whispered, and Kader nodded, then pushed his dick into his wife’s asshole. Anal sex was considered haram or forbidden by most Muslims, but Kader didn’t care. Every time he looked at his darling wife Choukri’s thick ass, he wanted to fuck her in every way. Fortunately, Choukri was a highly sexual woman whose passions matched his own. Kader considered himself lucky to have her…

“Hmm, love the feel of your tight ass on my dick, babe, now fart for me,” Kader said, and he smacked Choukri’s thick derriere for emphasis. Choukri turned around and stared at her husband, stunned by his words. With his dick embedded in his wife’s asshole and a smug smile on his face, Kader looked very much like a man in control. Oh, well. Time to turn the tables on him….

“How do you like me now?” Choukri taunted, and she bent low and concentrated, willing her anal muscles to clench around Kader’s dick. The unexpected pressure caused the Somali stud to cry out in pain, and Choukri laughed. Only then did she let loose the gas she’d been holding, and Kader sighed happily as the pressure of Choukri’s tight asshole on his dick lessened somewhat. Kader felt a puff of hot air on his dick, and laughed, thrilled to feel his wife fart on his dick while he was fucking her in the ass. What a woman! Happy as can be, Kader resumed fucking Choukri up the ass, until she begged for mercy…

“Choukri, my darling wife, you’re an amazing woman,” Kader said to Choukri, much later, as they lay in each other’s arms. Choukri grinned and kissed her man on the lips, happy as can be. A lot of people out there thought that Muslim women were dull, boring, submissive and lacking in passion. If they only knew. Choukri is a passionate woman, and her husband Kader has his hands full with her. And wouldn’t have it any other way. Hand in hand, Kader and Choukri went to bed. Just another night in the life of a passionate Muslim couple.

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