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As usual, this work is not intended for minors. Hearty thanks again go out to gimmie_your_load for the lovely character of Lucia. Comments and criticisms welcome. Enjoy.

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Part 1 – Build Up

Jim took another bite of his sandwich and felt the buzzing of his phone in his pocket. He fished it out to find a new text from Lucia. His cock began to harden before the message even opened. Looking down at his phone his eyes widened at what he was reading, and then an audible groan escaped his lips. Damn that girl. She knows exactly what she’s doing, he thought, his thick cock now straining at full-mast down his left pant-leg.

It seemed like ages since he last saw Lucia, and after their first encounter (after he’d given her his third generous load that night) she had made him promise to save all his cum for her. Normally this wasn’t a problem at all, what with her being an insatiable cum-slut, but their work schedules had been such that they hadn’t been able to see each other for almost a week now. And her ‘personal’ messages certainly weren’t helping matters. Oh, is she going to get it tomorrow night, he thought, tapping out his equally depraved reply . . .

***

As he dried and put away his dinner dishes, Jim’s thoughts drifted to the wicked texts he’d gotten from Lucia throughout the day. Wonder what she’s up to tonight? He dried his hands and got his phone, bringing up Lucia’s number as he made his way to the couch. Things were a little quiet now that he’d found his own place, but he had to admit the privacy had its benefits.

“Hey, hun. How ya doin’?” Lucia said, answering her phone.

“I’m doin’ great, Luc. D’you have fun this afternoon?”

“Hehe, well, I wouldn’t necessarily call it fun per se, but I definitely enjoy how much . . . smoother everything is now.” Jim could actually hear the twinkle in her eye as she said this. “I’m really looking forward to tomorrow night, stud.”

God, she doesn’t even have to try, Jim thought to himself as his already-stiff cock began to leak precum into his shorts.

“You just love getting me worked up, don’t you? Those were some very naughty texts I got this afternoon,” he said, slowly unzipping his fly.

“Hehe, who, me? I don’t know what you mean, Jim,” Lucia said innocently. Again, he could actually hear her mischievous smile over the phone. “What’s that noise? Are you taking your cock out?”

“Shit, girl, you get me so worked up I can’t stand it,” Jim said as he slowly began to work his hand up and down his shaft. “I had to stay at my table for an extra fifteen minutes at lunch today, trying to get him to go soft, you wicked little minx.”

“Is your cock all hard because of little ol’ me?” she teased. His cock gave an involuntary lurch. “Mmmm, I can’t wait to taste him again,” Lucia moaned. “Have you been saving all that hot cum for me, baby?”

“Oh, yeah, girl. I am gonna drown you tomorrow night,” Jim replied, working with firmer strokes as the precum flowed out of the fat head of his cock and down his shaft. The thought of Lucia, begging for his cum, those gorgeous eyes pleading with him, almost had him ready to explode right then and there.

“Really? God, that is SOOOO hot. I remember that first load that you tried to choke me with; I thought I had died and gone to cum heaven!” He heard Lucia’s breathing change and thought he heard the rustle of clothing on her end, as well.

“Dammit, Lucia, there’s so much precum over here, it’s ridiculous,” Jim said in mock lamentation. He made sure to play up the sloppy, squishing noises his stroking was making for Lucia’s benefit. Now the thought of Lucia playing with herself was forcing him to slow down and ease up. Maybe this call wasn’t the best idea, Jim thought, as that familiar ache began to envelope his balls.

“Ohhhh. I can picture that fat cock of yours, all slimy with precum, that humongous cockhead all swollen and just begging for a tongue-lashing,” she said, audibly licking her lips. Her breathing was definitely coming in shorter rasps now. “I wanna run my tongue up the bottom of your cock, tasting that thick, juicy precum all the way . . . try to wrap my hand around your thick shaft . . . squeezing it tightly so I can plant soft kisses right on that sweet spot under you head . . . ohhhhhhh,” she trailed off into a soft moan.

Jim had to let go of his cock; this was just too much. “Holy hell, woman! My balls are going to explode!” Jim exclaimed softly, his own breathing a little ragged. “You’re such a naughty girl, Lucia. Are you rubbing your clit right now?”

“Mm hm,” was the strained reply over the phone.

“Is your left hand playing with your breast, Lucia? Are you squeezing that nipple for me?”

“Ohhhhhhhh . . . ” was all the reply he needed.

“Oh, I’d love to have my lips wrapped around that nipple. Sucking firmly on it, using my teeth to bite and scrape just a little. Rolling your other nipple between my fingers, giving it a firm tug. bahis firmaları Would like that, baby?”

“Yesssssssssss . . .”

“But I know what you really want. Keep that pressure on that clit, girl. You want my cum, don’t you, Lucia? You want to taste my cock and work it over with that lovely mouth until it shoots that creamy load, isn’t that right?”

“Ohhhhhhh . . . yessssssssss . . . “

“God, you’re such a little slut for my cum, aren’t you, Lucia?”

“Mmmmmmmm . . . mm hm . . . ohhhhhhh”

“Say it for me, baby. I want to hear you say it. Tell me you’re a dirty little slut for my cum, Lucia,” Jim urged, knowing she was right on the brink of a nice little orgasm. God, nothing turns me on like pushing a woman’s buttons, and Lucia seems to be always running hot!

“Ohhhhhhhh, Jim! I’m a dirty little slut for your CUUUUUUUM!!!!” Lucia practically yelled the last word as she went over the edge and up into the heights of pleasure. It took all Jim’s strength to not to grab his cock and go with her, as it strained and twitched in his lap. No. Don’t waste it. It will be SOOO much better with her tomorrow, he told himself.

Jim tucked his straining cock back into his pants. He got up and walked back into the kitchen, listening to the soft sounds of Lucia’s shuddering as she rode out the last waves of her climax. He opened the freezer, grabbed a bag of peas, and returned to the living room, placing the impromptu ice pack gently on his crotch.

“Oh, my God, Jim! I needed that so bad tonight. I’m SOO glad you called, hun!” Lucia exclaimed. Jim smiled to himself, imagining her flushed face and chest, that dreamy, post-orgasm glaze in her beautiful eyes.

“Me, too, babe. Damn, you are just incredible, Lucia!” Jim exclaimed in return. Damn work and responsibility; I want to go over there now!

“You ain’t so bad yourself there, hun. Damn! I am gonna sleep good tonight!” said Lucia, laughing softly.

“Sweet dreams, gorgeous. I’ve got even more in store for you tomorrow night, don’t worry.”

“Yum. I can’t wait,” Lucia said, giggling. “Have a wonderful night, stud.”

“‘night, Luc.” Jim said as he hung up the phone. “Whew,” he sighed to himself. That woman is going to be the death of me. God, she is the hottest woman I have ever met, and she doesn’t even have to try! But she’ll get hers tomorrow night. That teasing works both ways . . .

Part 2 – Sweet Torment

“Holy shit! That’s awesome!” exclaimed Jim, laughing uproariously.

“I know, right? Needless to say, we never tried that one again,” Lucia said, with that same genuine smile of joy that caught his eye the first time they met.

They were sitting on the couch in Lucia’s living room, relaxing after a light Friday evening dinner. Jim was still amazed that a woman so god-damned sexy could be so bright and so fun to be with, too. He felt like he could sit here listening to her talk all night.

But, damn, I could suck on those delightful breasts all night, too, he thought while admiring her impressive rack. Tonight she had on a nice gray sweater that somehow managed to be both modest and delightfully suggestive at the same time. He hadn’t failed to notice how lovely and full her ass looked in those dress pants, either. Jim was still wearing his clothes from work: some semi-nice olive pants with a long-sleeved blue button-up shirt. Both were sitting barefoot on the couch, facing one another.

“So earlier you were going to tell me about your fist kiss, before you were so rudely interrupted,” Lucia said, with a wry smile.

“Oh, yeah. Well, I don’t know if you know this about me, but I wasn’t always such a smooth operator with the ladies,” said Jim, with an entirely straight face.

“No. You?” Lucia inquired, giggling.

“Hey, watch it,” Jim said, trying to look askance at her, but breaking out in a grin despite his best efforts. “So it was with my first serious girlfriend, right after we had graduated from college.”

“Wait, you didn’t kiss a girl until you were, what, 21?” asked Lucia, incredulous.

“Well, not a real kiss, no. And I was almost 23, actually.”

“Those poor girls didn’t know what they were missing,” Lucia remarked, smiling lasciviously.

“Hehe,” Jim chuckled softly, “We lived a few hours apart from each other, and I was up visiting her at her place not long after I had graduated. She was working nights at the time, so when we hung out we’d often stay on her night schedule.”

“How long had you guys been going out?” Lucia asked, scooting next to Jim on the couch.

“We’d known each other for awhile, but we’d only really been dating for a month or so. I’m pretty sure that I had told her that I never kissed anyone before, but I don’t remember for sure.

“Anyway, we had stayed up most of the night watching movies and hanging out, but it was time for me to say goodnight. I don’t know what came over me, but as I got to the doorway I suddenly thought that I should kaçak iddaa kiss her. She was behind me holding the door open, and I hesitated for only a moment before I decided to go for it. I turned around and she looked up at me, probably expecting me to say goodbye, when I slid my right hand just under her ear and leaned in. I’m sure it wasn’t the most amazing kiss ever, but it was a lovely moment: us, standing on her doorstep, our lips locked in their first passionate embrace.”

“Wow. As first kisses go, that sounds pretty damn good, hun,” Lucia said with her head on Jim’s shoulder, looking up into his eyes.

“Oh, but that’s not the best part,” Jim said, and Lucia arched her eyebrow at him.

“We parted from the kiss, and I stepped back and said, ‘Goodnight,’ and just turned and walked away as steadily and coolly as I could.”

“I thought you said you weren’t smooth?” Lucia asked, smiling knowingly up at him.

“Oh, just wait. So I got to my car and was about to start it when I felt around for my cell phone. I checked and double-checked my pockets, both in my pants and in my coat. No luck. I thought, ‘You have got to be kidding me. No way I left it in the apartment.'”

“You didn’t!” Lucia, trying not to laugh.

“Yup. I thought about just leaving, not wanting to ruin the moment, but we were going for a day-hike with some friends in the morning and needed to coordinate. So I had to swallow my pride and walk back over to her apartment.”

“That poor girl. What did she think you were up to?”

“At the time I had no idea, but later she told me she thought I had come back for some more sugar, and she would have been more than willing to oblige. She looked so confused when I told her I couldn’t find my phone. So that’s how I had a wonderful first kiss, and managed to look like a complete doofus at the same time,” Jim said laughing softly at himself.

“Ha! That’s pretty impressive, Jim. Who would have guessed that even you had an awkward phase, huh?”

“Yeah, but it worked out okay in the end. That girl taught me a lot about kissing.”

“Well, remind me to send her a ‘Thank You’ card,” Lucia quipped, as she slid into Jim’s lap and leaned in for a kiss of her own. Jim closed his eyes as their lips met, bringing his hands up her back to pull her in close. Her own hands gripped the front of his shirt, pulling Jim up and into her, her breasts mashing delightfully against his chest. As their tongues intertwined passionately, Jim’s cock quickly began to swell and distend under Lucia’s ass. She moaned and ground down on the top of his thick member through their pants. Jim slowly pulled back, sucking her bottom lip between his teeth and gently biting down as he withdrew.

Jim looked up into those enchanting brown eyes, lidded with desire, and softly brushed Lucia’s hair over her ear. “Lucia,” he whispered, “you are so incredibly beautiful.” Then he pulled her in for another kiss. His hands roamed down her back, stopping at her thick, round ass and squeezing firmly. She once again moaned and kissed him harder, her hands gripping his cheeks as their lips and tongues danced.

Jim broke from her mouth and began to softly kiss across her neck, following her jawline. When he got below her ear he started using a little bit of tongue and sucking gently with each kiss, working his way down toward her chest. At the same time he hooked his hands under her sweater and started to pull it up. Lucia’s hands automatically went to help him, and his mouth lost contact with her skin just long enough to pull the sweater up and over her head in one smooth motion. She was left in a tank top and bra, and Jim wasted no time in returning his mouth to her lovely cleavage. In moments the shirt was off and her bra was flung across the room, leaving her soft, full tits open to his admiring gaze.

His admiration lasted only a moment, for he was eager to taste those beautiful breasts and worship them with his lips and tongue once again. But as his mouth descended, he felt Lucia’s hands on his chest, stopping him. He looked up into her eyes to see what was the matter.

“God, honey, I want your mouth on my tits so bad. But right now I want that cock in my mouth even more! I’ve been hungry for this monster all week!” Lucia said as she disengaged from Jim’s lap to stand in front of him. She smiled down and slowly turned to face away from him, unfastening her pants. Then she hooked her thumbs into the waistband and slowly began to roll them over her gorgeous ass. She bent at the waist and slid the pants down revealing her full, round cheeks in a pair of lacy black panties, and then the rest of the way to the floor. God, what an amazing ass, Jim thought to himself as he licked his lips.

Jim had found that following his instincts had paid off in spades with Lucia, and so with little hesitation he leaned forward and spanked her right ass-cheek. It wasn’t a terrifically powerful blow, but the *smack* stood in stark contrast kaçak bahis to the silence of the room. She squealed and looked back at him with a mixture of desire and embarrassment, blushing more than a little. Right again, he thought to himself with a smile.

She stood and kicked aside the pants, kneeling between Jim’s legs. If his cock was hard before, it was a solid block of granite now, and his breath was already coming more shallow.

Lucia, still flushed, ran her hands up his thighs, over his pants. “Ooh, somebody sure missed me, hm?” she cooed, her hand caressing his hardness. She smiled that devastating smile up at him as her hands undid his belt and then opened his fly. He lifted up his butt and she pulled his pants and boxers down in one motion, his bloated balls settling heavily on the couch while his cock sprang up and slapped him in the stomach with an audible *SPLAT*.

“Oh, my God, I can’t get over how fat this cock is! Mmmm,” she said softly, licking her lips lewdly and subconsciously stretching her jaw in preparation for the task ahead. “And your balls are HUGE!” exclaimed Lucia, her eyes widening. She reached forward to gently cradle his swollen orbs and roll them around in her soft hands. “They feel so full, baby. Let’s see what we can do about that,” she said, and leaned forward to plant a few gentle kisses on each testicle.

Jim’s cock twitched and a huge bead of precum formed at the tip and began to slide its way down his thick shaft. Lucia watched its progress intently until it reached the base of his shaft. Then, looking up into Jim’s eyes, she stuck out her long tongue and began to trace the precum’s path back to its origin. She paused at the juncture of Jim’s shaft and cockhead, smiling up at him wickedly as she firmly swiped her tongue back and forth. Jim threw his head back and squeezed his eyes shut in mind-boggling pleasure.

He felt her left hand give his right nut a gentle squeeze. “Mmmm, I love the feel of your balls, and I love your soft, smooth sac, hun,” she said as she stroked her fingers around his scrotum. Then her right came up to firmly grip the base of his cock. In his state of arousal, her hand couldn’t reach all the way around and she paused in her lingual ministrations to once again marvel at the thickness of the monster before her. “Ohhhh, honey, you have such a gorgeous cock,” she whispered, her penetrating gaze turning him on just as much as her touch. “I love the way it stretches my mouth out,” she said as she planted a wet kiss right on the tip. A thick string of precum followed her lips, and she softly slurped it into her mouth. “Fuck! I love that, too.” Jim could only groan his appreciation and assent.

The rigid cock before her was a monument to Jim’s desire and passion for her. Lucia moaned softly as she lightly stroked up his shaft, savoring the feel of his immense girth and steely softness. “Jesus! You’re so hard!” she exclaimed in wonder. “I LOVE this cock!” Without any further ado, she opened her mouth wide and leaned in to engulf his cockhead.

Jim looked on in wonder and appreciation as Lucia worked her lips and jaw to try and fit the distended head of his prick into her mouth. He brought his hands and gently ran them through her hair, stroking the sides of her face with his thumbs. She paused in her determined efforts to look up at him, smiling with her gorgeous brown eyes if not with her overstuffed mouth. Then the head was in and he felt her teeth rest gently just behind his ridge, her tongue swirling back and forth, over and around the fat knob. “Holy shit!!” was all he could say, as Lucia’s eminently talented mouth brought him mind-numbing pleasure. He could already feel his testicles drawing up, preparing to dump the first part of their tremendous burden. Lucia squeezed what she could of the base of his cock, and gently tugged at his swollen balls, popping her mouth off of his cock to watch the streams of his precum and her spit flow over his shaft and stretch from his knob to her mouth. She watched in unbridled lust as his cock twitched and pulsed in her hand, letting him slowly down from the brink of explosion.

Jim could only groan as he felt the imminent orgasm slowly recede, the dull ache in his balls becoming slightly more acute. “Oh, hun. Are you ready to blow? It has been a loooooong time since you got shoot all that hot, thick cum, huh?” Lucia cooed softly, her voice dripping with desire and sympathy. Her warm breath caused amazing sensations to flow out from his cock, and she grinned as she felt it strain in her grasp and visibly swell. “Don’t worry, Jim,” she soothed, “Lucia’s here for you.”

With that she squeezed his shaft, sliding her hand slowly up with a slight twisting motion and back down again. She leaned in, staring into Jim’s eyes, and kissed his sweet spot. She smiled up at him knowingly and swathed back and forth with her tongue a few times. Jim was going crazy with pent-up lust and the crippling pleasure from Lucia’s skilled ministrations. He had never met anyone so adept at and so passionate about worshiping cock. GOD, but she is amazing! “God, you’re amazing, Luc,” he said, through clenched teeth, his eyes locked with hers.

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This is an attempt at a comeback, one of a handful of stories that I am working on. I last submitted a story 4 years ago, and due to the infamous “circumstances beyond my control,” which included some health issues among other things, I have not been able to write since then. Hopefully, I have not lost a proverbial step and you still enjoy my stories. This is not my usual fare, but for everyone that has asked, I am planning on continuing the Mental Manipulations series. I am working on rewriting the last couple of stories and then we’ll take it from there.

Peace and love

-Cuninglinguist

*****

I was doing some shopping on a Sunday afternoon at a local “superstore” when I heard my phone ding with an incoming message.

‘Are you at Major?’

‘Yes’

‘Dressing rooms. NOW!’

Carole and I have been fuck-buddies for a few years. We met when the beautiful blonde came with her daughter to her grandson’s wrestling tournament. I was little Jackson’s coach, and helped guide him through a couple of wins that day. Carole and I made eye contact before the first match even started and I think that we both knew where we wanted to wind up. I finally managed to get her alone towards the end of the day and I asked her if she wanted to go out for a drink. The way that she told me that she was married was more of a, ‘I’m just telling you’ than a ‘I can’t.’

We met for a couple of drinks that night, and she was very nervous at first. She loosened up a bit as she had a couple of glasses of wine and told that she was in a loveless marriage, and that her husband verbally abused her, calling her fat in front of their grandkids and complaining to their kids, all adults and having moved out as soon as they could because of him, about the lack of sex between them. The way that I worked with the kids and talked with the parents told her that I am a good guy. But she said that I had a “bad boy” look to me, but not a dangerous one, whatever that meant. Regardless, we met for drinks and had our first kiss that night. Two weeks later we met for drinks again, and when she walked up to me wearing a sheer sleeveless blouse opened enough to show a lot of cleavage, and a skirt that ended mid-thigh, and kissed me right away that I was going to have her that night.

We became physically addicted to each other that night. She told me that other than her husband, she had only been with one other man, on a two-night-stand a couple of years before we met while she was visiting her parents in Florida. After years of being with a man whose idea of seduction was saying, “Wanna get drunk and do it?” any kind of physical attention and foreplay was bahis firmaları eye-opening. She surprised me that first night with the ease in which she took my hard cock down her throat. No one had ever done that before. She really surprised me when she told me how much she loved doing it, and the look on my face when she did. I introduced her to sex outside the bedroom and backseat, although we did plenty of both. She came to love “being naughty” whenever she could.

When we first met she told me that her brief affair a few years ago was the last time that she had been with anyone, and that is was months before that she had been with her husband. After we had been together for a few months she called me laughing one day, telling me that he was offering her $100 to stand naked in front of him. I laughed and told her that she should tell him that she would stand in front of him naked for thirty seconds, for $500. Then we could take the money and go away for a weekend on his dime. To my surprise, she went back to him with that offer and they negotiated back and forth until they agreed to her taking her clothes off and standing naked in front of him for a full minute, she would squeeze her big breasts and cup her pussy, and he could squeeze himself through his clothes, for $500.

She told me that she had her eyes closed and was thinking about me the whole time, and a few weeks later we spent a hot, sexy weekend in a luxury cabin in the middle of a national park. That was the weekend that, after a bottle of wine, she gave me her ass. With a lot of patience, and even more lube, Carole came to love anal sex.

When I got her message, I left my cart where it was and walked to the middle of the store, where the dressing rooms are, in the middle of the clothing sections. As I l walked into the area I could hear some young kids making noise in the shoe section. Carole’s grandkids. I smiled and coughed softly as I walked towards the short hallway, all doors open except for one, at the end. That door quickly opened and Carole peeked out of the door. “Hurry up!” she whispered as she stepped back.

I stepped into the dressing room and heard the door close and latch quickly behind me. I turned around and saw the sexy, busty blonde GILF standing there with a look that I knew all too well. Carole was horny.

Even dressed down in a long, over-sized hoody that covered her big, thick ass and black leggings tucked into knee-high boots, her collar length hair tied back, with her bright smile and eyes that almost shine, Carole looked sexy. We stepped together and kissed passionately for a couple of seconds, our hands holding tight to each other’s ass, kaçak iddaa before she pulled away.

“I don’t have much time,” she whispered as she stepped backwards towards the bench. “My daughter and the grands woke me up this morning to go shopping. I was dreaming about next weekend with you and was all wet when they woke me.” She was sitting on the bench, pulling my jogging pants down. I was dressed comfortable.

“All I put on was this hoodie, these leggings, and the boots.” She slid her soft, warm lips down the length of my shaft. “I brushed my teeth, poured my coffee and left.”

“I was still thinking about you when I saw you walk in. It was a sign.” She swallowed my cock before letting it “pop” from her mouth and then standing. She kissed me, stroking my pole, before she turned around and pulled her leggings down.

“Come on baby! Fuck me! I need you so bad!” she told me, bending over the bench and looking at me in the mirror as she placed her hands on it. I looked down and had to laugh. My hard cock, wet with her saliva, pointing at her full ass and shiny butterfly, her lips and sparse blonde hair wet with her pussy nectar, which were pointed at my hard cock. We weren’t planning on seeing each other for a few days so she hadn’t done any grooming, and I could see her juices clinging to her thin hair like morning dew. “Come on! I don’t have a lot of time!”

I stepped up behind her and grabbed my shaft, and started to slide the head up and down her wet slit. Carole moaned and pushed back at me, trying to get me inside of her. “Quit teasing me, you SON OF A BITCH!” she hissed as I slid my cock deep inside her.

“Oh my god I need you!” she moaned softly. I held on to her hips, pushing myself as deep inside her as I could and grinding against her soft ass.

“Oh yeah baby! You gotta fuck me! I don’t have a lot of time!”

I held tightly to her hips and started fucking her. Her agenda was for a quickie, and I was going to give her a quickie. She placed her hands on the wall and moaned softly.

“Oh god, so good,” she moaned. I reached a hand up and grabbed her little ponytail.

“Watch yourself,” I told her. She lifted her head and looked directly at her reflection in the full-size mirror on the wall. I pulled back on her hair and started sliding in and out faster. Short, quick strokes.

“Oh yeah! That’s it! Right there!” she gasped softly. “Oh shit!”

I knew her sounds and the looks on her face well enough that I knew that she was close. I moved both of my hands around to her stomach and slid my hands under her hoodie. Her belly slowly appeared in the mirror as I cupped her big breasts.

Carole kaçak bahis whimpered and pushed her ass back at me as I pinched her hard nipples. As she got older, her nipples have become more sensitive. I knew that milking her breasts and pinching her nipples would speed up her orgasm, which in this position and with her tight pussy, would trigger mine.

“Oh shit yes!” she hissed. “Almost there! Oh baby! Give it to me!”

“Ohhhnnngggghhhhaahhhhh!” she gasped seconds later. I felt her pussy clamping down around my cock as I pistoned in and out. “Oh baby! Oh baby! Oh geeeeeeezzz!”

Carole’s legs started shaking and I watched her eyes roll back a little. I then heard a splashing as I fucked her harder, triggering another orgasm.

“Oh my god baby! You gotta cum! Give me your cum baby!”

“I’m almost there baby!” I told her, scooting back just a little and fucking her even faster. It was hard not making any noise slapping flesh in that small room, but I was trying to do my best.

Other than my hands gripping hard to her hips, the only part of me making contact with her was my cock slamming in and out of her hot, wet pussy, and my balls slapping against her clit every time I thrust forward. I knew that Carole loved that and it would make her cum again. Looking at her in the mirror, I knew that the next one was going to be soon, and big.

Just as I felt my balls start churning, getting ready to blow my load, a voice appeared in the hallway outside the door.

“Gramma? Are you in here?”

Carole snapped back to reality. “Yes sweetheart. I’m trying something on. I’ll be out in a minute.” She looked at me in the mirror as I slowed down, her eyes almost pleading with me as I blasted my cum deep inside of her clenching pussy.

“Ok. I’ll tell my mom.”

“Ok sweetheart. OHHH!” she replied as I thrust forward hard.

“Are you ok Gramma?”

Carole glared at me in the mirror. “Yes baby. I just love the way this fits,” she replied, pushing back at me as she came.

“Ok.”

The sensations of her vaginal walls milking and squeezing my throbbing cock almost made me weak-kneed. We stayed in place for a couple of minutes, catching our breath before I reluctantly slid my slowly deflating shaft out of her.

“Son of a bitch,” she hissed as she pulled her leggings up. “Normally I love it when you can make me squirt, but this time my pants are soaked!”

“It’s a good thing that your hoodie covers your ass then,” I joked with her as we straightened up.

“I can’t wait for next weekend,” she told me as we kissed good-bye.

“Now I have to finish my shopping with shaky legs, wet pants, and you dripping out of me!”

Once we were both put back together, Carole left first, making sure the coast was clear. As I walked out of the dressing rooms I was smiling, thinking about how worked up she was going to be next weekend.

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Chapter 1: The Way She Talk

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I am of Irish descent, but not Irish. My beautiful, smart young Irish lass Brigid is a fantasy, and is not based on any real Irish woman. She’s actually based in many ways on one of my favorite ex-girlfriends—who is actually as American as I am. In attempting to create Brigid’s accent and expressions, I tried to rely on some phonetic spellings, and slang I picked up from an Irish friend (male) I knew some years ago. But there are great limitations to my knowledge of contemporary Irish speech.

Please do not read her dialogue as being grammatically incorrect. She’s quite sharp.

PS—some of my stories are pretty much all sex. This one is more character-driven—but there is some “feckin’ good rootin'” at the end.

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“She’s not a bitch, goys! She’s just feckin’ Oirish!” Jerry mimicked unfortunately well. The roughly a dozen people at the pushed-together tables at Van der Voot’s sports bar laughed, except for me, but you’ll see why later. The “young wan” in question was Brigid Cassidy. Brigid, was a member of our “cohort” at Shield Insurance Company. We were “the new bunch” at the corporate headquarters of a huge nationwide company located (for some reason) in the thriving industrial burg of Wanowee, Wisconsin. Every year, the company brought in two dozen raw college grads and put them through two months of orientation and on-the-job-training.

Clever as we all were, we nicknamed our cohort “Agents of Shield,” and made up elegant English translations for Wanowee. None of them are worth sharing, but most revolved around the fact that the town seemed to be composed of blue collar workers, middle aged Strongshield execs and us. We stood out like sore thumbs, mainly because we were drunk young assholes who thought we were better than the townsfolk around us.

Then there was Brigid. She was working-class Irish. She actually took the time to know many of the townies and struck up a close friendship with Gretchen Van der Voot, the bar owners gorgeous twenty-something daughter. Even when times got better after Ireland reinvented her economy, the working class values of Brigid’s family had stuck. Consequently, young Miss Cassidy had little time for those “puttin’ on airs.”

Her father and uncle had at last been able to find good jobs, and the bright and studious young Brigid had been able to earn a college degree. With her father and uncle’s encouragement, she set out for America for an advanced degree and after that, eventually wound up with us. Less educated than she, less ambitious than she, but more pleased with our mediocre academic accomplishments than she, we struck her as privileged brats “acting the maggot.” And when pressed, she had little trouble telling us that.

At the end of the second week, Jerry was the first to feel her wrath. Clever and popular, Jerry had made his play openly and confidently, sharing with the boys that he was going to be the first amongst us to claim her. “But don’t worry, Teddy. A few days after, she won’t be too stretched out for your little pin dick anymore. It might take a week or two to get back down to your size, Mikey.” With a few barbs returned his way, smiling Jerry Krauss left the “boy’s table” and headed over to where Brigid was laughing and joking with Gretchen. I tailed, pretending to need another round, but really just needing to watch the proceedings.

“‘Scuse me, Gretchen, can I borrow Brigid for a minute?”

“Sure, Larry. Talk to ya later Bridge.”

“It’s Jerry.” Gretchen smiled her “gotcha” smile, and Jerry knew he was being toyed with. “Right, GRETA,” he laughed as he spoke, showing he took as well as he gave.

“What kin I do fer ya , Jerry,” Brigid said politely. “Havin’ trouble with the underwritn’ manual ag’in?”

“No, no. Well, a little to be honest, but I’ll figure it out, eventually. Underwriting is boring anyway. I’ll never wind up in that department. We just need enough of an understanding of it to bluff our way through, anyway.”

“Sure, until someone calls ya on it. But yer not here ta talk work wit’ me, are ya?”

“No, I’m not.”

“This is a boy/girl thing isn’t it?”

“You are smart, Brigid.”

“Kind words.”

“Well-deserved. Well-deserved. Look, I was wondering…”

“I’d love to. She’ll be happy, ta tell the truth. She fancies ya, mate.”

“What?”

“Well, yer a good-looking lad, and she thinks yer funny.”

“Who?”

“Gretchen, a course. Ya want me ta put in a good word fer ya?”

“Oh, no. I-uh-I was actually hoping to chat you up a bit. You’re an awfully good looking girl, and I thought maybe we could…”

“Oh…” Brigid looked a little sad. “Jerry, I’m glad ta know ya, and yer a fun one fer parties and all, but I can’t see you and I…well, that’s not the way I see us goin’.”

“Why not?”

“That’s not the way I feel about ya is all.”

“You said I was good-looking.”

“And that ya are, Jerry.”

“But—oh, shit—I get it. You always hang out with Gretchen or that Bohemian April bahis firmaları chick from the cohort. I’m sorry, Brigid. Look there’s nothing wrong with being gay. My favorite cousin, Tammy, she—”

“Jaysus! I don’t want ya ta horse it up in me, so ya think I’m a focking bean flicker, ya neddy!”

“Got no fucking idea what you just said there, Brigid.”

“I’m not a lesbian.”

“De-nial ain’t just a river in E-gypt.”

“Look, maybe we both need to relax the cacks a bit. I’m just afraid that people thinking I’m a lesbian would make things hard at work fer me. Don’t go spreadin’ a rumor like that, okay?”

“Well, then go out with me.”

“I don’t want ta go out with ya, Jerry.”

“Again, why?’

“I didn’t know I had ta state my case like a barrister. But since ya insist, I think yer always acting the maggot—um—playin’ the fool. I’m lookin’ fer a man who takes his life a bit more seriously.”

“You think I’m a slacker?”

“Good day ta ya, Jerry.”

“Did you just dismiss me?”

“I came out tanoight ta try and blow off a little steam and have some fun. This just isn’t fun fer me. Are you enjoyin’ it?”

Jerry made a ‘W’ with his hands. “What-ever.” He walked away.

“Get an earful, Ollie?” Brigid said, turning to me.

“I was just getting another round.”

“Don’t feckin’ spuff me, Oliver. Yer keepin’ sketch.”

“I love the way you talk.”

“Why don’t ya go back ta Jerry and his lads? I’m sure he’s tellin’ ’em all what a roight bitch I am.”

“Well you did go all Maureen O’Hara on his ass.”

“I did a bit at that, didn’t I?” She smiled slightly and brushed her black hair back from her lightly freckled face.

“All Irish girls so complicated?”

“Nah, some of me best friends are roight little Sallys. Buy ’em a drink and they’ll give ya a good ride. Muggins here, I’m a weapon sometimes.”

“I think I understood that. You can be sharp-tongued.”

“So, how do I get them all ta think I’m not a complete geebag.”

“You know how to play quarters?”

“Invented it.”

“A pitcher of beer and a smile goes a long ways.” I headed back to the table. Brigid showed up about two minutes later, a pitcher in one hand and a quarter in the other. Gretchen trailed behind, bringing another two pitchers.

“I don’t want ta look loike a stereotype, lads,” Brigid smiled. “So, let’s not let the Irish lass be the only one who shows up ta work hung over tomorrow mornin’!” With that, two of the fellows scooted aside and let her sit down. Studious Brigid Cassidy proceeded to drink us all under the table. All but Jerry. He headed back to the bar behind Gretchen. He had something to prove to the boys, and nailing the gorgeous bartender seemed the best way to do it.

Brigid enjoyed a brief bit of popularity for the next few weeks, much to Jerry’s chagrin. She ate lunch with us and taught us all kinds of Irish slang and told hilarious stories about her friend, Kathleen Manihan. She was a “right spare arse,” and stories of her exploits with “dirtballs” and “eejits” in parked cars, under piers and on the roof of the damned pub were favorites of all the guys.

Time would prove to be Jerry’s ally, though. Brigid the Weapon re-emerged a few Mondays later. The whole gang went down to the bar for a Packer/Bear Monday night game, and Mikey, a strapping young Wisconsin native who had played DIII college ball for UW-Whitewater, took it upon himself to explain the intricacies of the game to Brigid. She was an eager learner, and her rapt attention to Mikey throughout the entire game left him with the wrong impression. He met her in the hallway on the way back from the bathroom and tried to get her into the backseat of his new car. I first heard his voice rise above the din as the word “Pricktease” shot across the room.

Brigid had been annoyed with Jerry. She was fuming with Mikey. “Get yer fecking hands off me, ya shitebag! I’m sorry ya got all chubbed up because I listened ta ya talk about football. Fer feck’s sake, I just wanted ta learn about the game. Ye’ve been right nice all night, Mikey, but if ya grab me by the tits again I’ll shove yer clackers up yer arse!”

There were a lot more words that started with ‘F’ after that, and it didn’t matter which of them was talking. Gretchen’s brothers were working the door, and they moved to get Mikey out, which could have been really ugly if Mikey had decided to make it go that way. Jerry sprang up to talk him down, and Gretchen led Brigid toward the backroom. April, had been in a corner with Teddy, one of the boys from the cohort, proving that she wasn’t a lesbian either. She left him and followed the girls. Jerry decided he needed to come back in and make a comment to Brigid, and that led to Gretchen tossing some harsh words in his direction. The whole night was banjaxed for everyone.

Jerry used it all to his advantage, of course, because that was the sort of thing he was good at. And since his comments to Brigid had put him in Dutch with Gretchen—or rather out of Dutch, if you kaçak iddaa take my meaning—Jerry was pretty rough. That brought us to the night where our story began. Jerry was mimicking Brigid. Mikey was sold on Jerry’s line. So was Teddy. The flare-up with Brigid had kept him from taking the Bohemian April home. The bold thing for me to do would have been to challenge Jerry right there. But I didn’t. Brigid did combative very well; she didn’t need me to argue for her. And she sure didn’t need me to apologize for her. So I just thought for a moment about what it would be like if I wasn’t friends with the cool kids. (I’d always been with the cool kids. I was tall and I’ve been told I have cool hair. It’s brown, with a natural wave in the front. Believe it or not, that got me in the front door. Then I just went along with things, and I was “cool.” It had worked since junior high.) I caught myself thinking that I really didn’t need to be cool. I did what Brigid called “shlunking.” I got up like I was going to walk to the bathroom and just quietly slipped away.

It was still early. I walked around for about an hour before I finally pulled out my cellphone and called Brigid.

“Hello?” It was her roommate, April.

“Hey, April, it’s Ollie. What are you guys up to?”

“Gretchen’s off tonight, she’s coming over and we were going bowling.”

“I can’t picture you bowling, April. It’s a visual I’d like to see in person, if it wouldn’t be too big a pain to have me.”

“Really—well, um—wait a minute…” There was some speaking in the background.

“Ollie…we need a girls’ night out.”

“I understand. See ya at work.”

I went home alone and played with my Wii. Literally. “What do ya think I did? Pulled me skagdick?”

The next day, I was stuck down in underwriting all morning and didn’t see any other Agents of Shield except for Scary Steve, the guy who didn’t talk to anyone. It was at lunch that I saw the cohort again. There we were in junior high, again. Cool kids at two tables pushed together and April and Brigid sitting together at a table off in the corner. There was one difference, though. For the first time in over ten years, I wasn’t emotionally stuck in junior high anymore. I walked past the two tables pushed together and strode over to the corner where the Irish girl and her Bohemian friend sat. I had asked a lot of questions during my training, but at that moment I asked the first one that really mattered. “May I sit with you?”

Brigid looked up from her manual of federal insurance regulations. “Yer quite the chancer, aren’t ya?”

“Some people are just better company than others. Worth the risk, I think.”

“They’ll eat ya alive, Ollie.”

“Only if they catch me alone, but I’m hoping to have friends.”

“I think I’d better close me book, April. A man is goin’ ta sit at our table.”

“I don’t know, Bridge, with us being lesbian and all.”

“I could use a beard,” I said. “I’m sure they’ll have me gay by Thursday.” April smiled.

“I’ve been a ‘fag hag’ all my life, Ollie. Have a seat.”

“Miss Brigid,” I said, “I know you’re no Sally. But you are as beautiful a girl as I’ve ever known, and if it’s okay with you, I’d like to call on you some evening.”

“Well, when ’tis a man who asks…I’ll consider it. April, alright if Oliver comes over to ar gaff this evenin’?”

“You’ll love it, Ollie. We’re making popcorn and watching ‘Sex in the City.'”

“Oh..great.”

“Look at this one, April. We’re watching ‘Inglorious Basterds,’ young Oliver.”

I looked even sadder. “Well, there’s a choice for you. My chances of being entertained by the movie went up, and my chances of getting a good night kiss just went way down.” It was a pleasant lunch, despite the cold stares I got from across the room.

Okay, I could practically recite the movie’s dialogue from memory. But I loved watching it again anyway. Even though April bailed out right after watching the Bear go all Ted Williams on the German sergeant. She was either very squeamish or the best roommate ever. I would find the answer to that out later.

Much to my amazement, Brigid used the interruption as a chance to change into her jammys and then snuggled in next to me on the couch and watched the rest of the movie, giving it close attention. Oh, the jammys. One of those huge cotton shirts that isn’t form fitting but shows plenty of leg. And when she folded her legs underneath her, it pulled the cloth tight enough to show the curve of her bust. It wasn’t exactly a schoolgirl outfit with the blouse buttoned down a bit, but it worked for me. By the end of the movie, Brigid had let her head drop to my chest, and I was a little fearful she’d fall asleep, but her blue eyes never even fluttered.

“That movie was a bag o’ swhag, Ollie.”

“Oh, I thought you were enjoying it.”

“I did. It was cla—brilliant.”

“I actually understood bag o’ swhag.”

“Aren’t ye the cute hoor?”

“I love the way you talk.”

“It’s not me best thing, Ollie.”

“Oh, kaçak bahis shite,” I thought. Yes, I actually was thinking in Irish slang. “I’m going to kiss her, now.” I was certain I read things right, but I didn’t want to would summon Brigid the Weapon. I liked this girl way too much. I kissed her good and proper. She wrapped her arms around my neck and dove right in. It was wet and passionate, and her tongue proved capable of being a lot of things besides sharp.

“Ollie,” she whispered. “I’ve been hopin’ fer ya to come ’round.”

“Wow!” I whispered back.

“Ya were so close fer so long. I fancied ya from the start, but I don’t just part me legs fer any boy with a pretty smile and great, great hair.” She roughed up my hair for a second. “I needed a man, and ya never stepped away from that pack a’ gurriers. But Gretchen was pickin’ up her check when ya shlunked away from ’em last noight. She told me about it, but I had to be certain. And sure as loife, ya showed up at the table today, bold as brass ta do it, too. And I said, ‘He’s boxed off now, this one is. Brigid, ya got a chance at a man!”

“Wow!” I whispered again.

“It’s been a long time, Ollie, a long time without a man. But I want ya, tonight.”

“Tell me again.”

“I want ya, Ollie. I want ya bad.”

“Tell me Irish.”

“Tell ya Irish? And dirty, too I suppose? Ya really are a chancer, aren’t ya? Alright, Oliver, I made ya wait long enough, it’s yer lucky night. Besides, when I give myself to a man, well, I give him what he wants…Here goes. I ain’t been flattened proper in along time, ya feck. I been on me tobler, too long. Put me down on this couch and throw it in me, ya long streak a piss!”

“I love the way you talk.” I kissed her again and began to massage her breasts through the fabric of her night shirt. She ripped the shirt off over her head in one quick motion, and her full breasts fell out. They were beautiful, with big wide areolas, and they were very sensitive. She moaned as soon as I touched them bare. I soon became aware that she had come back out of the bedroom with no panties at all. I had watched ¾ of a movie with her bare pussy just inches away from me! She had a neatly trimmed strip of very black hair with very little curl to it. I dove face-first into her warm and moist vagina.

“Eat me giblets, ya nasty focker!” She was playing up her brogue for me now. “Eat the giblets off me, then root me like I’m a dirty little slapper.” I actually knew what that one meant from listening to her tales about her friend, Kathleen Manihan. So, after I got her to the verge of an orgasm from oral sex, I did as she asked. I pulled down my pants and boxers and dropped them to the floor, kicking out of my loafers as I did so. Then I wrapped an arm around her and picked her up completely and bent her over the end of the couch. She reached back and stroked my cock a few times. “Jaysus, look at the pipe on this one!”

“I’m going to lay some pipe in ya right now, my sweet little slapper!” I said, unintentionally picking up the accent. I would have normally been very careful entering a precious and beautiful woman like Brigid, but she had me on the verge of madness. Plus, I knew she was wet and more than willing. I reached around and grabbed her tits while I easily drove myself deep inside of her, again and again. I don’t think that it was the accent that made her unintelligible for the next few minutes. It was a rough fuck. Not a mean one, just very rough. She snaked a hand down between her legs and played at her bean while I pounded away. She had been close to orgasm from the oral sex, and she went over the top well before I did. She wasn’t a screamer, but she moaned pretty damned loud. It’s always nice when you’re able to tell someone is enjoying your work.

Her sounds had started to bring me close to my boiling point. I dug in and rooted her for all I was worth. She had fallen more silent, but was still meeting my every thrust. “Don’t slow down when ye hit the vinegar strokes,” she whispered. “I’m on the smarties.” I hadn’t even begun to think about that, to tell the truth. I had just assumed I would pull out. Now I grabbed her by her hips and pulled her to me hard as I let loose long streams inside her. I began to feel exhausted as soon as the orgasm started, but it kept on coming in waves of ecstasy. She ground around the base of my pipe to get every final drop out of me, and I thought my clackers were going to shrivel up! When I finally was spent inside her, I slid back onto the couch, my t-shirt still on and now soaked with a little bit of everything. She curled up on top of me, stroking my chest. “Would ya like to stay the night, lover?”

“More than anything,” I somehow found the breath to whisper. “Brigid, I think I love—” she put a finger to my lips.

“Not yet,” she said. “Not after all we’ve done is fock like this. I want ya to hear beautiful words from my land as well. I want ya to know about me family. I want ya to know what yer getting’ inta with me.”

“Fair enough. That you can be with me the way we were tonight, how fully you gave yourself, is amazing. But I do so want to make sweet tender love to you, too. But I have to say it. I think I love—much more about you than the way you talk!”

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The water from the shower head was as hot as I could stand it, steam swirling around and off of my skin, clinging wetly to every surface, fogging the mirrors and the stall’s opaque walls. There isn’t quite pain from the heat, but I’m feeling the effects as my muscles, knotted and abused, try to swell and uncoil as the heat invades and smothers me. I’m letting the water pound me right between my shoulders, arms supporting me from the tiled walls, relishing the sensation as it cascades about me, running down and around my body, washing away time’s stress. My head is down and my eyes are closed as I let go of my control and spin happily into a fantasy of you….

The shower stall door opens slowly, my head turning and eyes opening to find you there, wrapped in the softest of white towels, radiant in the steam, smiling at me sweetly. There’s only serenity in your eyes, pure and simple joy. I stand upright and make room for you and I’m struck yet again by your beauty as you dip your head to join me. The gentle bounce of your breasts as you move, the way your skin flushes pink in the heat of the water, shining brown hair framing your angel’s face- I’m transfixed and speechless.

You move directly into me, falling into my embrace, heedless of the water. The softness of your breasts and belly and thighs against me, the way your cheek buries into my chest, any residual pain I ever could of felt is immediately erased in your presence. I feel whole and alive. Unconsciously my hands roam over your back, seeking to hold you as tightly against me as you are keeping me. I love the smell of your hair, fragrant like flowers, perfectly feminine without being overpowering as I kiss your forehead.

I can’t say how long we stay there, but eventually we separate and it’s as if every moment is working in a kind of blissful slow-motion fugue. Maybe time just has no place here, or I just don’t want it to end. You bathe me gently with a bar of soap and a washcloth, lathering my body tenderly. Your hands roam freely over me, delicate and tiny against my comparatively giant frame.

You linger slightly when I catch your gaze, fingertips trailing down my stomach. A suddenly amused and mischievous smile crosses your face and you coyly look at my sex. The washcloth gathers more hot water, and you reach under my cock then, cradling and massaging my balls, your middle bahis firmaları finger rubbing against my perineum. Using your other hand you carefully encircle my growing erection, squeezing mildly until I’m completely firm and rigid, head shining brightly aimed at your terrific cleavage. A bass grunt escapes my throat in the steam.

Casually you stroke me, almost milking me, adjusting your pressure as you slide up my length, fondling my balls on the return to the root of my cock. My breath catches each time you cycle my piston and I’m flexing myself in rhythm with you. Eventually a single drop or pre-cum emerges from me and you grin in utter delight.

Bending forward at the waist you lean forward and plant a generous and full kiss on the engorged head of my dick, swirling and licking your talented tongue all about the sensitive underside and I can’t even breathe. I’m not close to cumming, but I’m not far either, and the feeling is so delicious when you gaze up at me, your eyes greedily devouring me.

My hands find their way into your wet hair, pulling it out of your face. You must see something on my face because you smile broadly around a mouthful of my cock as I reach under your chin to coax you up against me.

I pull your face up to mine and delight in the feel of your body sliding against me. My erection is hard and imposing against your belly. Your nipples harden in contact with my rougher, superheated skin. Our kiss is virtually volcanic, driven by a primal passion, my hands cupped around your face, my tongue penetrating your mouth vigorously, dancing and rolling with yours, my facial hair softened by the hot water, tickling your lips.

My hands migrate down your body, palms cruising across the slope of your breasts, fingers brushing against the undersides, then falling down around your ribs to the smooth highway of your spine. Rough hands strongly grip your bottom, pulling you even tighter against the insistent erection lodged against your belly. I’m squeezing and massaging your muscular ass even as you hook one of your dancer’s legs around mine, grinding your sex into my thigh, pleasing yourself against me, spreading your wetness even amongst all this water.

I kiss your chin and jaw line, working my way to your ears. You moan loudly when I reach your throat, my teeth and tongue exciting you, sucking on you. I love how kaçak iddaa vocal you are, it spurns me onwards, heightening my desire for you, to be inside you, pleasing you, subduing you.

My fingers are kneading and pleasing your ass, driving your sex onto my thigh. I run my right hand inside your crack, fingers against your anus, pressing gently. My left hand slides up your hip and body to cradle a breast, more forceful in my pressure, more urgent.

Suddenly I pull you away from me. I lift and place your smooth leg on the edge of the tub. You grab the railing of the stall to keep balance. Going to one knee, I trail kisses and lick hot water all over your hips and stomach. I allow the short hair of my goatee to tickle your pubic hair. Alternately breathing hot air on you, I inhale the perfect and clean scent of you. Your smell and taste is so sexy to me, as you well know.

My hands are stroking the silky skin of your legs, adoring the satiny softness of your thighs even as my fingers crawl ever closer to heaven of your pussy. A forceful deliberate lick touches your labia, applying pressure to the puffy lip, going to your opening and then back up, one side and then the other. You moan your approval. My shoulder comes under your raised leg and you allow me to support you further as my hand slides up to your ass again.

Licking and lapping at you, my tongue invades you and swirls about, my face pressed against your lips. A finger replaces my tongue, slowly inching into you. My tongue slips and darts in your wetness, running up and down your inner lips, even as my finger twists and gently moves in and out of you. My tongue moves to your excited clit, flicking across it and occasionally giving it full and hard licks. Your vocalizations begin to echo with the stall’s glass and tile walls as you direct me to your heightening pleasure.

A second finger inserts into you along the first, twisting and spiraling deeply as my tongue lavishes hot affection on your clit. Your pussy is feeling the wonderful pressure inside and out and you can feel your orgasm building like a wave about to crest over the shore.

A subtle vibration begins to emanate from my mouth as I hum “mmmmnnn,” into your clit. My fingers are pumping into you and suddenly the building pleasure peaks. Your pussy spasms around my fingers and I receive a greater taste of your elixir. kaçak bahis A finger from my other hand gently enters your rectum between contractions. “Mnnnnnn” I hum as you howl your climax and cum all over my face, my fingers fucking your pussy and ass. I love how you throw your head back and forth when you cum.

“Take me,” you cry breathlessly in the heat and sweat and sex scented steam. I’m almost sad to leave your pussy. I stand and you turn away from me. You present your beautiful round ass to me as you bend forward. My cock is still super hard from your ministrations earlier and the excitement servicing you always keeps me that way.

I pry your cheeks apart and rub the thick part of my head down your crack, across your anus where I linger and consider. You moan and push back slightly in encouragement, but I decide to take your pussy again. I love stretching your cunt with my cock right after you’ve cum. I lever my cock further down and begin to push into you.

You almost growl as you push back onto me, taking me as deeply as you can. Grunting and groaning as my cock spreads you and fills you. The seductive heat of your body completely outclasses the heat from the shower, and I can still feel little tiny tremors of pleasure quaking within you as you squeeze and manipulate your vaginal muscles around me. I grab your hips and begin to pull in and out of you harder, thrusting faster. One of my thumbs comes to rest against your asshole and you gasp as I force it in. I love the sexy feel of your sphincter as my knuckle penetrates you.

With one hand you reach between your legs and play with your clit as I pound my cock inside you. When my dick almost withdraws, I push into you hard with my thumb, fucking your ass as I fuck your cunt.

We’re both getting loud as you moan and I grunt in the ecstasy of the moment. My dick is swelling quickly, yearning for release. You turn your head and look at me with that private, lusty gaze and I lose all control. My orgasm hits me like a solar flare from the sun, the world turning white, with tracer after images of you staring into me over your shoulder. It’s the single sexiest thing you do.

My orgasm triggers yours when you feel my cock jetting cum and spasming inside you. Your ass clenches and your pussy convulses around me as I keep pumping for all I’m worth. At last you calm and I gently slide from you as you turn to kiss me. We’re both breathing heavily and sweating from the exertion.

You return into my arms, trembling in the aftermath, nuzzling into my chest, holding me as much as I’m holding you.”

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The story went very well, although…, while he was writing “Charlotte’s Web,” I doubted E.B.White could have ever envisioned anyone retelling his story starring, “Batman “How does Lexi know Batman?” lasted just over a half hour. Once I’d finished, I was given an ovation by the class and then a question, posed by their teacher…, “And who would like him to return and tell another story?”

Twenty four kids jumped up and down yelling, “Me…, Me!”

Since I’d typed the story out, I walked to Elle’s desk as the children returned to their seats, and handed her the document. “Just in case they’d like to hear it again.”

“They’d throw stuff at me if I tried,” she replied, “because I’m not you.”

Then she added, “That was really good.”

“Thank you,” I said, offer her my hand.

She took it and we shook as I asked, “Know what the next book will be?”

“Not yet,” adding a smile, “come in next week and we can discuss it.”

I gave her a sideways look, then leaned close and whispered what I’d been thinking since I got there, “Only if you promise to wear that skirt…, nice ass!”

With that, I walked to the door, turned and thanked the children for being so, “attentive and polite,” as I told the story and then looked at Elle to say good bye.

Her mouth was still hanging open!

“That was dumb,” I said to myself as I walked out of the school.

The following Monday she sent a note home with Lexi. “I have the book. Tomorrow afternoon, 4:00 PM?”

Having already read the note, “I meant to ask…, how did your story go last week in Mrs. Adams class?” my wife’s question.

Lexi, who was sitting in her father’s lap at the table, piped up, “All the kids loved it! They were asking me at recess how I knew Batman and how lucky I am to have a grandfather who tells me stories.”

“Well, that’s a good question young lady…, how do you know Batman?” I asked.

“Cause he knows my daddy,” she explained, “and he told you about him and then you told him about me.”

“That’s right, Little Pumpkin,” her dad said, “your Grampy knows Mr. Batman very well.”

And that was the strange part. At home and throughout the day, my family was the most important thing in the world to me. While I never consciously thought about it, it was true. But…, and it was a BIG but…, I was also thinking A LOT about Elle. Worse yet, I was having those thoughts as I lay in bed, my wife at my side.

I could give you all the clichés about our sex life. How we’d, “…, fallen into a rut,” or, “…, she just not into it anymore,” but none of that was true. What was true…? She’d suffered with back pain since our younger son was born, most likely the outward manifestation from a car accident when she was sixteen. In spite of years of tests, no physician that we’d consulted had ever found the source of the pain. Secondly, she’d had an early hysterectomy, her uterus removed, which led to her bladder dropping, an operation needed to repair that. During the follow up, her gynecologist warned that, “Intercourse WILL be very painful for a while. Your vagina walls contain an unusually large number of nerves, most of which are at or near the surface. This procedure disturbed quite a number of those nerves and it is going to take some time for everything to heal. I’d encourage finding other ways to satisfy each other until that healing takes place.”

We did try other ways and we had been successful in satisfying güvenilir bahis each other. But her vagina never healed well enough for us to have intercourse…, so…

I’m sure there are plenty of guys who’d use these as a reason to cheat on their wives, but I would NEVER do that! Other reasons…? But never her physical problems as an excuse to cheat! It sucked, but it wasn’t a decision that she’d made, an accident and a, “bad roll of the dice,” had done that for her.

And to be honest, I’d had many opportunities over the years since then to cheat. Business women whom I’d met, women whom I’d met socially and even a couple of girls that had gone to high school with a niece of mine. They flirted with me so openly that my niece warned me to keep my distance, “…, or they’re liable crawl in your bedroom window some night and rape you!”

Interesting concept!

But, the more time I spent with Elle, the way she looked at me, the way that she hung on my every word…, shit, let’s get it into the open…, the way she NEEDED (and it was a palpable NEED)… me, was just so fucking intoxicating.

Her ass in that skirt! The way she so openly stripped in her classroom…, stripped naked the first time we’d been alone. The tan lines I couldn’t get out of my head…, and that kiss!

I was in trouble.

I dutifully showed up the next afternoon at a little after 4:00, Elle’s car the only one left in the parking lot, her classroom blinds shut.

That didn’t bode well, a trap of some kind being set because of my careless remark the last time I was in the school?

When I got to her classroom, she was sitting behind the desk, doing what looked like correcting papers. One knock and, “Hey,” as I walked in. Big smile and, “Hey back at you,” as she stood and walked around the desk.

That sprung the trap!

She wasn’t wearing the skirt I’d so callously mentioned the week before, which should have been a relief.

No such luck…

Instead, she was wearing a micro mini skirt! The thing was pleated and couldn’t have been more than twelve inches long…, and probably less than that! Hanging off her shoulders was a blouse that could only be described as a couple of pieces of semi sheer material sewn together to resemble cowl front blouse, ending just barely under her chest which, like her torso, was almost completely exposed! Black high heels completed the ensemble.

Everything was exposed because she was wearing nothing under the skirt and blouse!

Again she smiled, now doing a pirouette, the bottom of her ass visible under the hem of the skirt.

Done with the show, she stood in the middle of the room and asked, “Pilgrim or Hippie?”

The line, “You reap what you sow,” popped into my head, her performance, I had no doubt, due to my, “…, nice ass,” comment.

That was the last cogent thought that I had for the next…, what? Twenty minutes?

Overwhelmed by her sensuality and my own lust, I walked to her, took her in my arms and kissed her, both of us fighting this initial battle with our mouths, lips and tongues.

I quickly added my hands, which went to her ass, pulling her to me and pressing myself against her.

Then I felt her go limp!

My lust turned to panic as I pulled my face away from hers, looking at her closed eyes and slack mouth, feeling the full weight of her body, my arms still under hers, my hands still on her ass.

Then her eyes blinked türkçe bahis open and she whispered, “Oh my God,” as she regained her footing and pushed me backwards into the bathroom that was behind me.

The door slammed shut and I was pinned by her against the back wall. The kisses came faster, her tongue licking my teeth, my tongue, the inside of my mouth… as her hand went to my crotch.

Now it was my turn to collapse, as I spun her around, her back now against the wall, dropping to my knees, my mouth and tongue immediately finding her crotch, the tip of my tongue slipping between her labia, her moan only adding fuel to the fire, as my hands forced her legs apart, my face pushed deeper into her crotch, my tongue reaching still further inside her.

A low moan… followed by, “Oh my God!”

She had her hands on the top and then the back of my head, her moans turning to cries as she trembled under my oral assault. “Oh my God,” again, her body sliding down into a semi squat, where I added one finger and then a second to the attack. “OhmyGodohmygodohmygod!” her cries, my mouth and fingers working in unison as I flicked her clitoris with the tip of my tongue, my fingers now buried inside her as she suddenly stood straight up, her body rigid…, a long moan that was followed by an even longer whimper.

Not satisfied with playing with her twat, I pushed my face further into her crotch, this time my tongue reaching for and finding her asshole. One push on the tip and I’d gotten just inside… when she jumped, or rather twitched so violently that I pulled back, thinking she might have wanted me to concentrate of where I’d been. More than happy to oblige, I started in once again on her pussy, my mouth, lips, tongue and fingers pillaging her until she groaned so forcefully…, I could feel the vibration on my face! The end result from all of that was in her sliding down to a full squat, her head on top of mine, her ragged breathing finally came under control from the orgasm she’d just experienced.

Then, with no prompting, she stood, pulling me up with her, kisses when my face was level with hers, her tongue licking her juices from my lips and chin, until I was completely upright. Her hands went to my belt…, and with that undone, to the button and zipper that held my pants up. With a tug she pulled both trousers and boxers down to my ankles, a groan and another, “Oh my God,” following as she took my cock in her hands and then started to lick and kiss it before putting it into her mouth.

I wish I could tell you that I let her worship my manhood for hours before finally allowing me to pull her upright so I could take her standing up…, which was kind of an idea I had when her mouth first closed on my penis.

But, given the situation, the time I’d spent servicing her and the totally mind blowing pleasure that we’d both derived from those exploits…, I lasted maybe 30 seconds!

She swallowed every drop… keeping me in her mouth, sucking on me, the tip of her tongue flicking the tip of my cock, until I was completely soft, my flaccid penis shrunken to nothing.

And that was when the guilt kicked in!

“What have I done?” I heard myself say.

“What?” Elle asked, her face now resting on my chest, both of us soaked in sweat and smelling of sex.

I wanted…, and needed, to get out of there. Not just the bathroom but away from her and out of the school altogether!

It was güvenilir bahis siteleri obvious, however, that she had other ideas.

Holding me tight, she was nattering on about how, “great,” it had been. How it had been, “better than I could have ever imagined…, and how she wanted to just, “stay here with you holding me until they throw us out!”

That wasn’t going to happen.

“Elle, I’ve got to go. I’ve been here a lot longer that I intended and I’ve got errands to do. And, you’re right…, the janitors could walk in here at any minute now and we don’t want them to…”

She giggled, then giggled some more…, before saying, “Now that would be funny. Me dressed like this and you with your pants around your ankles…,” and she giggled some more.

I broke away from her, pulled my pants up, cracked the door open and then bolted out into the classroom. With no one there, I looked out into the corridor and found no one there either.

Elle called out to me, “Baby, I need your help here.”

Now what? Didn’t want to play games…

She was standing in the open door to the bathroom, her left arm tangled in the thing that she was wearing for a blouse. She giggled again, “I’m stuck!”

Even in my panic to flee…, she was a seriously attractive woman!

And she was stuck, her arm bent at an awkward angle, the material wrapped so tightly that she couldn’t pull the blouse over her head. Looking at her…, I started to laugh and then she started to laugh and we were laughing so hard we ended up sitting on the floor until we couldn’t laugh anymore.

Even though the guilt was piling up like an avalanche on top of me, I took the time to untangle the blouse and then I retrieved the bag of, “Pilgrim” clothes from under her desk. With her now ready to change into her, “normal,” attire, I took the time to tell her how, “incredibly sexy,” she was.

“Now…,” giving her a quick kiss, “I gotta go!”

“Will you come here tomorrow?”

“Going to be in Connecticut tomorrow and the next day,” I told her, “so I’ll try to stop in on Friday.”

That night I felt guilty about everything I was doing. No matter how menial…, I’d betrayed everyone and I wasn’t worthy of the love that I was given just for being myself.

After I’d put Lexi to bed, an extra special story that included her dad, I scrubbed myself raw before going to bed, finding my wife already asleep.

Did she suspect something? Could she sense or maybe…, smell the scent of Elle on me?

Not a good night!

I didn’t feel any better in the morning, the only think keeping me sane the drive to Connecticut and the presentation I made to a potential investor in a real estate deal I was putting together. After taking him to dinner that night, I checked into a local motel, another meeting scheduled at lunchtime the next day with he and his banker.

Laying in bed, I was trying to go over how I could make the investment more attractive to the two of them, without having to offer an, “under the table kickback,” to the banker, when my mind started to wander…, Elle coming out from behind the desk, the way the mini skirt and that thing she was wearing for a blouse looked on her…, God she looked unbelievable!

The way she kissed, the way she moved, the way she tasted and reacted when I attacked her pussy and then the way she swallowed my cock and sucked on me until I was practically inside out…!

Then I thought, “Does she still have the tan lines?”

I hadn’t taken the time to check.

Looking at my watch, it had been less than thirty hours since out tryst and I had a hard on just thinking about it!

What had happened to my guilt?

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With a low gasp Sheela leaned forward and lightly kissed the tip of Rohith’s hardened cock, extending her tongue out so it darted into the tiny slit of the bluish glands at the tip to flick up a tangy tasting little drop of seminal fluid that had already seeped forth.

“Ooooooooooooh!” the exited honeymoon groom groaned.

Gripping his pulsing penis between her thumb and forefinger at its base to pull down on the foreskin, she gazed hungrily at the completely exposed, blood-filled tip and the tiny opening at the top of the penis staring back at her like a single all-seeing eye. Then with a soft moan of surrender to her irresistible urges, she dropped her head lower and let her lovely lips envelop the rubbery honey coated mushroom shaped head.

Rohith gasped out a low cry, his animated face turning a deep pink as he raised his head to watch the voluptuous naked woman’s sweet curving lips holding his erect cock warmly. He could feel her tongue swirling wildly around his tingling cock-head and sending unbelievable charges of shock rippling through his loins. He couldn’t understand why or how this was happening to him, but he never wanted it to stop. If it was a dream, he didn’t want to wake up. But he knew it wasn’t a dream. It was really happening. His beautiful newly married bride was naked and kneeling on the bed, her big cushioning breasts bouncing and swaying softly as she nibbled hungrily on the end of his aching cock like a youngster with a lollipop.

And as his excitement almost overcame him, Rohith suddenly lunged his buttocks up from the bed in a gesture of instinctive aggression that drove the palpitating rod of his penis all the way to the hilt in Sheela’s totally stretched mouth.

The obscenely sucking young bride could feel the hubby’s fingers crawling eagerly over the flesh of her naked body as her head rose up and down over the surging shaft that invaded her lips. Though Rohith’s sudden seizing of the offensive had almost gagged her, she took a congenial delight in his merciless use of her mouth and she wriggled her buttocks in lewd encouragement as his hand drifted lightly over her up-thrust ass-cheeks. Then again he thrust his hips upward, impaling her mouth even deeper with his pummeling cock-shaft until she was certain she would really choke.

She gagged again, struggling to regain her breath on the out stroke before once more he pumped hard between her lips. Then the hubby’s hands moved up to the back of her neck and he seized her by the hair to hold her face against his loins as he rammed eagerly upward again and again until he was battering her nose with his shattering upward thrusts. She was able to bahis firmaları taste the honey as well as the flow of pre cum from the hard penis

The shameless bride moaned in wanton desperation as she felt his hands tense and the jerking of his buttocks suddenly increase in velocity and force. His pelvis was surging up and down in a disjointed rhythm to ram his expanded cock deeper and deeper up into her luscious sucking mouth. She could feel it pulsing against the sides of her cheeks and she realized with a sudden rising nervousness that the end was fast approaching. He was going to cum in her mouth. And she knew there wasn’t a way in the world for him to stop it.

Feeling her own body trembling in excited bliss, Sheela dropped one of her hand to reach down between her thighs, and thrust her middle finger inside her squishy pussy. After drenching her finger in her hot cunt juice, she found the already lewdly swollen bud of her clitoris and began to stroke back and forth swiftly across it. And despite her ignorance of these sexual acts, she began to work even harder to please her hubby with the obscene ministrations of her lips and tongue.

She twirled her tongue around the lust-bloated glands at the end of his cock, tightening her lips around the thick hot shaft like a rubber band, scraping softly with her teeth to elicit little incoherent gasps and cries from his throat. As Rohith has told her before, she knew that she couldn’t expect her hubby to control himself when she was giving oral to him. So if he was going to climax, she was ready for it. She began to long for his cum and just the thought of it squirting into her mouth and spilling down her throat made her more excited.

Great swirls of heat were building deep in Rohith’s loins as he again raised his head to watch the new bride’s face with his cock sunk deep up between her oval shaped lips. He could see tiny droplets of sweat rolling in thin rivulets down the side of her body as she bucked and writhed like a she-demon. The muscles of his stomach tightened as he arched himself up from the bed, ramming farther and farther into her throat as he pulled her head down even tighter with both his hands. And then suddenly it began. His cock gave a series of violent jerks and the dam burst in obscene torrent as the wetly searing droplets of cum came squirting forth in a volcanic fountain of release.

Sheela groaned as she sucked up the heavily spewing stream, her finger continuing to work in rapid frenzy up between her thighs. She gurgled as the slick male semen squirted down her throat, clasping her lips in a tight elastic ring around the wildly lurching member, her tongue swirling kaçak iddaa swifter and swifter around the throbbing head. In her delight, she was determined to suck him dry, to completely milk his youthful essence.

And as she threw herself whole-heartedly into her task, Rohith’s guttural groans of pleasure only drove her to greater effort. Drop after drop of his life-giving sperm surged up from his hard penis and down her throat, the excess dribbling from the corners of her mouth.In spite of all her efforts to prevent wasting it, it seemed like an eternity before the hands holding her head finally fell away and the throbbing cock gave a final spurt of its salty hot fluids and stopped. Then it slipped from her mouth and Sheela raised up to gaze through lust-glazed eyes at her hubby to whom she’d just given pleasure like an *apsaras*.

Rohith stared dazedly back at her, his eyes descending her glistening torso to the shaved mound of her pubis, where he could see her hand still pressed tightly over her genitals.

“I’m sorry,” he groaned. “I couldn’t hold it back. You were sucking me too good. But I will get it up again for you. We will fuck the whole night.”

“Ohh.yess, Darling, and I love you” said Sheela.

Rohith reached over to the head of the bed and grabbed a pillow. Grabbing her ass, he lifted it and placed the pillow beneath it. Sheela wondered what he was going to do. Her blossoming tits, their rosy pink nipples already fat with desire, panted with a rising fever as he hunched his broad shoulders beneath her thighs. He lifted her ass up and licked his lips. He looked closely at her pussy lips and noticed the clitoris looking like a dainty rosebud, soaked and pulsing before his eyes.

Rohith took Sheela’s hand and guided her fingers to her pussy. Her cunt was feeling hot and juicy. Rohith helped her to spread her cuntlips with one hand and guided the other to ran lightly over her glistening pussy groove. She ran her hand right up against the sucking mouth of her pussy and groaned quietly. That felt so good. Her fingers slipped and slid up her wet cunt slit. She made it go slowly, nosing its way through her delicate tissues. She wade it go higher and higher. It was almost there now… almost touching the livid pink bud of her joy button.

“Aaaaaaaah,” she sighed. She pushed her finger up just a little bit higher and it pressed against the trembling bump of her clit, making her hotter. Sheela could feel the gush of her steamy cunt cream. It ran out of her clutching pussy hole and filled the sweet cleft between her puffy soft cuntlips. Her clitty throbbed fiercely, captured by the probing fingers of her hand. “Ooooo,” kaçak bahis she moaned. She didn’t know why she was so incredibly horny. Her clit felt like it was on fire, throbbing and burning in excitement. Her pussy mouth spumed wildly, begging to be filled with the rock hard cock.

She grabbed Rohiths’ hand ,shoved it down, almost roughly, and buried it in her steamy cunthole, groaning and tossing her head in passion. She held his fingers in place with one hand and reached for her throbbing clit with the other. Her fingertip pressed against the little love bud, flicking it eagerly. “Oooooh,” that was it. Just a little more and she would come. Her body jerked upward. Her hips trembled wildly. Her legs splayed out and shook obscenely. She could feel Rohith’s fingers slashing in her wet, horny pussy hole.

Her fingers tweaked at her clitty, nipping at it sharply. She rolled it between her fingers and her pussy creamed hotly. She felt the wonderful, familiar waves of orgasm start to build, higher and higher. She opened her mouth and her tongue stabbed out at the empty air, searching for something. Her pussy trembled and ached. She felt like her whole body was on fire, burning with a white-hot lusty heat. Her pussy hole snapped wildly. It clutched and squeezed at the probing fingers, sucking it in, deeper and deeper. She panted. Her heart pounded wildly. Her whole body was poised on the brink of orgasm. She gave her straining clit one last roll with the tip of her finger and her pussy exploded. Juice shot out around the probing fingers, leaking out of her pussyhole wetly, drowning his fingers in her hot, steamy love juices.

Rohith suddenly changed the position and plunged his tongue into her pussy without warning. Sheela let out a wild scream and crushed her thighs to his face as he began devouring his wife’s pussy with harsh greed. God, she was luscious! Hot and succulent and sexy, her hot sweet dripping cunt started jerking in fierce spasms of joy against his mouth. “Suck it, Darling, oh, oh, oooooo! oh, God, my pussy is — eeeeeeeeeeeee! Eat it, oh, grooooooooovey!”

Sheela dug her heels into his back and fucked his plunging tongue with frantic thrusts of her thrilled cunt, gasping and panting and raving. She pounded his shoulders deliriously and arched her back like a bow as a shattering climax rippled through her loins. “Fuck me now!” she begged in tears. “Fuck me now!” But Rohith was concentrating on the fragrant hot honey pouring into his mouth from her juicy cunt, sweeter and sexier. He dug savagely deep with his tongue, lapping the juice up. Sheela was tugging at his armpits desperately now, begging that she wanted to be fucked, she was so hot she was going to explode if he didn’t ram his cock inside her. Rohith sat up, after giving his dearly loved wife a final lingering suck on her sweet pussy-flesh, his prick long and surging with lust.

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I met her online, on some dating site. I can’t remember which one exactly, I have so many on my phone, and this was sometime ago when I first returned to the country. We added each other on a few social medias, Snapchat, kik, and instagram. What initially attracted me to her, was her long blonde hair, her big eyes that her makeup just made pop, and her very impressive deep cleavage. We chatted a little bit here and there, and eventually talked more. She loved sex, was very open about it, and enjoyed talking about it. I’m the exact same way, and it’s gotten me into trouble a few times. So talking to someone with the same openness is always welcomed. She revealed to me that want really gets her off is to be roughed up, commanded, and be called names. Rough sex was something I took too quite quickly. I felt pretty confident that telling her about my experience doing some pornos, and showing her a clip would get her interested me. She liked what she saw, and we kept talking and decided to meet in person to play.

I made reservations for a hotel room, and made plans for us to go out to dinner and get drinks afterwards. I told her to wear something revealing when we go out, to show off her body, and to bring a change of clothes because they might be ruined by the end of the night.

The night of our date came, and we met at the restaurant. She looked for lack of a better word, just “stunning”, I actually paused for a moment when she waved to me. She had a thin black top, which just seemed to give up at the idea at trying to contain her breasts, which looked even bigger in person, about the size of large cantaloupes. She wore a black short skirt, which showed off her long, her high heels brought her up to about my height(I’m 6 feet even). I approached her, we hugged, and I stepped back to look at her again. She had on a thick red lipstick parted to show a beautiful and inviting smile, and dark eye make up which made her eyes look huge that just drew me into her dark brown eyes.

We went into the restaurant and we had a nice conversation. I mostly talked about my time in Germany, and my transition back into the states. We then transitioned into talking about the upcoming season of The Walking Dead, I promised not to spoil anything for her since I read the comics. After our meal, we walked to a nearby bar. In the bar we started off with a round of beers, and started talking about our sexual history a little bit. When we finished our beers, we started to order shots, and our bodies became closer. her hand on my arm, and mine on her waist. I told her that most of the guys were staring like a pack of hungry wolves, she asked if I was jealous. I assured her that I wasn’t (This was my plan from the start, to show her off, and dangle her in front of a bunch of drunk men).

“I’m going to the bathroom really quick.” I said after slamming down another shot

“You’re not going to throw up are you?” She asked with a little bit of concern on her face.

I laughed, “No, not at all. It’s going to take a lot more than this to get me that drunk. While I’m gone though, if any guys approach you, I want you to flirt back.”

She gave me a confused look and asked, “You actually want me to flirt with other men while I’m out with you?”

“If any of them approach you, yeah. Just have some fun, we’ll be going soon anyways.” I replied.

“And what if you come back and find me gone?” She inquired.

“Well, I trust you…and I think it’d be fun to break you up and take you away from any hopeful guy knowing that I have you all to myself.” I assured her, and with that I walked away.

I was really only in the bathroom because I knew at least one guy would approach her. So I decided to stand there after washing bahis firmaları my hands and clear out my e-mail inboxes. After a few minutes of clearing out spam emails, and checking facebook notifications I felt like it was long enough.

Sure enough there she was with a few men competing for her competition. She looked to having a good time, and they looked quite eager to take a peek under her clothes(I know I was, I had been looking forward to this night for a long time)

I walked right up to her past a couple of guys who were taken aback from my boldness. I put my arm around her waist, and asked, “Hey babe, did you miss me?”

She smiled, and replied, “You know I did!” She poked my nose looking at me with a grin.

I leaned forward and kissed her briefly on the lips, “What do you say we close our or tab, and head out?”

“I would love that.” She told me.

While getting the bartender’s attention, I opened up my phone, ordered and Uber to pick us up and take us to the hotel. During our ride we laughed about the guys trying to impress her, she told me about how much fun the night had been so far, and that she really needed to get out.

We get to our hotel, and leave our ride. On our way to our room she tells me she regrets not going to the bathroom back in the bar. We get in the room, and she excuses herself to the bathroom. While she was in their I walked over to the table, picked up the “Do Not Disturb Sign”, and hung it on the outside of the door. Walked around the room a bit, and emptied my pockets onto the nightstand.

She emerged from the bathroom and started giggling.

I smiled, and asked “What are you giggling about?”.

“Oh…I’m just remembered all of those guys blatantly staring at my tits back at the bar.” She answered.

“Well, I think now seems like a good time.” I thought to myself.

I walked up to her, and didn’t stop walking pushing her up against a wall.

She looked me in the eyes and said “Ooo, I like this!”

I brought my hand up to her neck getting a solid grip and in an angered tone said to her, “Oh do? Do you fucking this?” I tightened my grip around her neck, “You like to dress like a fucking slut, and tease men huh?”

She looked at me with a panicked look in her eyes, most likely from my very abrupt change in tone and mood.

“I asked you a question, you fucking slut! You fucking answer me when I’m talking to you! Do you like showing off your fucking tits and ass, and flirting with men giving them false hope?” I demanded from her raising my voice.

She nodded and eased my grip from around her neck long enough for her to gasp and reply with a short, “Yes, I do.”

“You filthy whore.” I said shaking my head. I brushed her long blonde hair from her face and kissed while still holding onto her neck.

I dropped my hand from her face down to her breasts, and started to fondle her breasts. She responded by grabbing my hips, and pushing her own towards me. I took my hand off her neck, broke the kiss, squeezed her breast harder, and slapped her across the face. I looked in her eyes and asked, “You’re loving this aren’t you, you fucking slut.”

“YES!” she said with a crazed look in her eyes, her cheeks red and flustered, she was breathing heavily.

I slapped her, she moaned, and I slapped her again. “FIlthy cockteasing whore.” I growled at her, “Get on your fucking knees whore!”

She couldn’t have dropped to her knees any faster, and reached for belt. I slapped her hard and yell at her, “Oh so now you’re not a fucking cock tease are? You’re just a big titted cock hungry slut aren’t you?”

“Yes! Give me your cock!” she cried out looking at me with desperate, thirsty eyes.

I undid my kaçak iddaa belt, unzipped my fly, and pulled my cock out. Her jaw dropped, and her hand reached for my 8 inch long 6 inch girth cock. I slapped her hand away, and pushed her head against the wall. I grabbed my cock by the base and began to her hit her face with heavy thuds on her forehead, lips, and cheeks. I grabbed her face and tilted it up towards me, and lay my cock on her face covering from her chin to above her forehead. She responded by sticking her tongue out and licking my balls.

I grabbed a fist full of her hair, and pulled on it hard. She yelped and sat up higher on her knees. I grabbed my cock and aimed the head towards her mouth, and pushed forward into her lips. She opened her mouth wide to accommodate my size. I pushed further, my shaft sliding over her tongue, and hitting the back of her throat. She choked and gagged, but I didn’t stop pushing. “Fucking cock sucking whore, I don’t care if you choke to death, you’re taking my cock down your throat!” I groaned.

She put her hands up on my hips, I expected her to try to push away so I placed my other hand on the side of her head. However she reached around and pulled me into her throat, fighting past her gag reflex until my balls were against her chin. I pulled back until just the head of my cock was in her mouth. She started inhaling as much as she could through her nose, and circled her tongue around my cock resting in her mouth. She looked up at me, her eyes red, her makeup running in black streaks down her face. She was actually smiling at me. She looked like such a beautiful, busty, blonde cocksucker. I was glad she was having fun, but I didn’t want to ruin the mood. I gripped both sides of her head and began to fuck her face/throat with slow and deep strokes.

“You love this don’t you, you dirty big titty whore?”, I said as I fucked her face.

“Mhm ah hoo.” She hummed around my cock.

I grabbed the front of her top, and pulled it down ripping it exposing her bra. I reached into each up and pulled out her heavy tits. I felt nipples piercing as I pulled her fat tits out. Her nipples puffed out, they looked like eraser tips with little silver bars sticking through them. Spit fell from her mouth, down her chin, and onto her tits as I picked up the tempo of the throat fucking.

I closed my eyes, and just pumped away at her mouth thinking how lucky I am to be here. after a short while I heard her moaning. I opened my eyes, and she hand her hands under her skirt with her panties down around her knees. This woman was actually playing with herself, as my cock was continually thrusting in and out of her throat. I pulled my cock from her mouth, and she just panted and moaned still fingering herself.

I yelled at her, “Who fucking gave you permission to play with yourself whore?”

She didn’t say anything, she just looked up at me, smiled, and closed her eyes and she kept going. I slapped her in the face “WHORE! I didn’t fucking tell you to touch yourself! Take your fucking fingers out of you now!” She pouted and reluctantly did.

“Now grab your fucking tits, push them together around my cock, you’re going to make me cum with those big, fat, slutty cow udders of yours!” I instructed her. I was close to cumming, so I knew I wouldn’t last long between those beautiful tits. She kneeled there rocking back and forth in front of me, fucking me with her tits.

“Ugh…big titted fucking cow!” I groaned as I pulled away from her, grabbing my cock and jerking myself onto her face and tits. Rope after rope streaked her face, and covered her tits.

What a fucking mess! Her face red, her face stained with her makeup, her hair everywhere, covered in my cum, kaçak bahis and her own saliva. We were far from done yet though.

I grabbed her by the back of her head, and she instinctively took me into her mouth and began sucking. I was still hard from being so turned on, I just needed to feel the warmth of her mouth again.

I took a fist full of her hair, and pulled my cock from her mouth. I stepped to the side of her then began to drag her forward and force her head down until she was on her hands and knees. I knelt down behind, pulled her skirt up and began to spank her ass. She groaned each time my palm came into contact with her. I stopped my spanking, and pulled her ass cheeks apart as I guided myself into her. She gasped as the head of my cock entered her, and pushed the first two inches in. I stopped movie, and she began to push back against me. I pulled out of her, and began to spank her hard.

“No,” I yelled at her, “If you want me to fuck you, you’ll stay still you understand?”

“Yes,” She whimpered.

I spanked her hard, ” ‘Yes’, What? Where are your manners whore?” I asked before spanking her again.

“Yes, Sir.” She replied.

“Good girl. Look at you, you filthy whore, cum on your face, your face stained with tear streaks from your whore make up, your fat pierced cow udders hanging down. You’re just a dumb big titty whore made for nothing but taking cocks in your holes aren’t you?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Are you ready for some cock now?”

“Yes, Sir. Please!” She said eagerly.

“Well, look at you! The whore has learned her place, and some manners! I think you deserve a reward now.” And with that I pushed myself back into her just a couple of inches before stopping again. I began to spank her ass again, until her cheeks were red with hand prints. I paused my spanking, and asked “Ready for more cock, whore?”

“Yes, Sir. Please give me more cock!”

I pushed another two inches into her, and began spanking her again. After a minute of continuous spanking, I asked if she was ready for more cock. she replied correctly, so I pushed in the next couple of inches. She was moaning, as I continued to spank her, I really didn’t want to pull out of her so I held her hip down to remind her to stay still and started to spank her harder.

“Are you ready for all of my cock now, you fat titted cow?”

“Yes, Sir, I’m ready for all of your cock. Please fuck me!”

I pulled slowly out of her until just the head of my cock was in her, and slammed my entire length into her. She cried out at the intrusion, stayed still, and breathed heavily. “I think you’ve learned your lesson about being a cock tease now.” I told her and began to fuck her with fast and hard thrusts.

She was moaning loudly, throwing her ass back onto me as I fucked her. I fucked her hard and spanked her welted ass, with beads of sweat beginning to form on my brow.

She stopped moving and started to moan loudly as she shook around my cock. I grabbed hip, and a fist full of her hair, and began to fuck her as hard as I could. I was going to fuck her through her orgasm, and bring her to another one.

“FUCK ME!” She screamed, and she began rocking against me again. I could feel her vaginal walls continuously contract around me as I fucked her.

I was close to cumming again, I tried to hold out as long as I could, but I was at the point of no return. I pulled out of her as fast I could, pulled her hair back so she was kneels again and yelled at her, “OPEN YOUR FUCKING MOUTH!” Her mouth opened, and I thrust my cock all the way into her mouth, and down her throat. my knees buckled under me as I came into her stomach. I held her head in place, while I lightly fucked her mouth until I went limp.

I leaned down, tilted her face up, and kissed her on the lips. “That’s a good girl.” I told her, as I brushed her hair behind her ear.

She looked up at me with a smile on her face and said, “Thank you.”

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