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Laura pt2It was two weeks after I had handed back Laura’s French knickers that I finally got an opportunity to increase my experience in feminine panties. I wasn’t sure how to go about wearing a pair of Laura’s panties right under her nose, in her own bedroom, but I was determined to find a way to do so and it wasn’t long before the opportunity arose to encase my naughty cock in whatever underwear appealed to me that day.Earlier in that week had been our one years anniversary, and to help satisfy both our desires I had taken Laura underwear shopping at La Senza, Figura and Ann Summers. After much deliberating and trying on (and therefore lots of hiding my hard-on), we settled on two bra/thong sets and a bra/g-string set. The first bra/thong set was pink and very sexy with gorgeous lace trim around the bra and top of the thong. The thong itself made her arse look so sexy and round, and the colour aroused me even more as I imagined what it was like to wear such a sexy piece of underwear.The second bra/thong set was a risqué, sheer set with a sexy floral green/pink pattern across all of the material. The bra only just obscured her nipples from view and gave her breasts a gorgeous squeeze and push up, but the thong left little to the imagination. It was so smooth and sheer, allowing me to see the beginning of her gorgeous slit, and the whole of it was held together by the same material, just in a ruffled fashion all around the top, it rode up whenever she sat down and it gave me a boner just looking at it and thinking about that sexy strip of material dividing her beautiful arse. I wanted that thong.In my opinion though, we had saved the best purchase till last. Our final purchase was a black satin g-string/bra set that Laura looked absolutely stunning in. The killer for me was (in this case) the g-string. It had diamante at the back which formed the t-back, and it was so nice to the touch, smooth and cool in my fingers. It also had a nice shiny finish to it which made my cock throb as I though of the cool diamantes at the halkalı escort back pushing into my arse as the slither of material separated my arse cheeks and rubbed my gagging hole while my cock strained the fabric. I couldn’t help but sense that my time to wear different types of Laura’s underwear had come.From my experience with Laura, I had discovered that she does enjoy a nice, long shower. Washing her hair is a task she doesn’t take lightly, which means that she can be in the shower for anything up to about half an hour at a time. It took me almost a whole week of showers for me to realise that this meant I could finally indulge my fantasies and experiment with the other panties that my girlfriend had in her drawer.Tuesday came around, and so did I. Laura had just got up (it was about 11:30am) and we greeted each other with a big hug and a kiss that made my cock start to bulge in my trousers. Laura smiled at me.”Not today you! After our little shopping spree the other day I was hoping to model my new underwear for you but I came on last night so I’m not really in the mood at all!” Laura sighed, “Besides, I need to shower and wash my hair.”I kissed her again as I saw my opportunity, “It’s ok babe, I really don’t mind,” I smiled as I felt my cock start to harden more. “The thought of you in the shower is enough for me.”Laura reached down and squeezed my bulge gently as she said “Oh honey is that because of me? Are you having naughty, dirty thoughts about me in my sexy new underwear?”There was no point in lying, but if only she knew.”Mmm you can read me like a book Laura, you know I can’t resist the thought of those sexy knickers,” I kissed her again and she broke away with a contented smile on her face.”Ok you, make yourself at home because you know how long I’ll take. I’ll be about half an hour ok. No spying!”For once, I didn’t intend to spy. I settled down on her bed while I watched her bustle in and out grabbing brushes, towels, lotions taksim escort and shampoos. Finally I heard the bathroom door lock and the shower come on with a satisfying gurgle in the next room. It was time for me to have some fun.Sadly for me, the only pair of panties she hadn’t yet worn was the black g-string. However, I decided that I should ease myself into those most feminine of undergarments slowly, so I left her two g-strings for another day. One thing I love about Laura is that she has lots of thongs – and it had just been washing day so they were all piled (rather haphazardly) into her knicker drawer. I raided it quickly, picking out the floral sheer pair, the new lacy pink pair, and a plain white thong that I had long harboured naughty desires for. After a longing gaze at her sexy g-strings and lace topped black nylon stockings I loosened my belt and flopped down on the bed, placing my new underwear to one side. I grabbed Laura’s spare towel and lay on it to prevent any accidents.I quickly pulled off my jeans, boxer shorts and t-shirt so I had full view and access to my soon-to-be knicker clad cock. I picked the sheer floral thong first as I thought it was the second-most feminine, and I wasn’t bothered so much about the white pair – they could potentially wait for another day. As I pulled the sexy underwear up over my knees I felt the surge of naughtiness, dirtiness and feminism surge through my body and my cock, urging me to go further with Laura’s thong and secure it snugly and properly where it should be. I pulled it up and up until it fit so sexily between my arse cheeks with my cock sticking lewdly out from the top. Words couldn’t describe how naughty and feminine I felt, with my girlfriend a blissfully unaware 2 metres from me on the other side of the wall. My cock was throbbing hard and I absolutely adored the feel of the material against my arsehole, I couldn’t believe how much this was turning me on and I knew that I wouldn’t last much longer without cumming, so I removed şişli escort the floral thong and reached for the super girly, pink and lacy thong that was lying next to me.My heart raced and my breath and hands trembled as I fingered the soft material of the thong and the crotch, my other hand slowly squeezing my now aching 7inch cock. I felt so naughty it was divine, and I loved the idea of being able to indulge without anybody knowing. As soon as I put my feet into the thong and drew it up to around my knees, I could feel the orgasm swelling inside my full balls. As I pulled the thong into place and pulled it higher to tease my arse I felt my cock begin to stiffen more, but before I came I wanted to check my arse out in these gorgeous panties. I rolled onto my side and got a look at my arse. What I saw drove me over the edge. My masculine arse had suddenly become so feminine when Laura’s sexy panties had been put into place, and the sight of the material appearing from between my cheeks in that sexy pink V made me cum so hard, all over my chest and the towel I had placed down. Luckily none went in the panties as my cock had been peeking out of the top.I bathed in the delight of being such a naughty little panty-boy and how I loved dressing in Laura’s sexy knickers. I wanted to do it again and again until I had worn every pair in Laura’s drawer, and I quickly decided that next time I had the opportunity I was going to take the plunge and try a g-string. The thought of that made my cock throb again, which woke me from my stupor and galvanised me into panty hiding action. I quickly placed all of her panties back in the drawer and cleaned myself up with a few tissues, replacing my “proper” underwear and t-shirt and jeans as I went along.Five minutes later I heard the bathroom door unlock and a clean, dry Laura emerged into the bathroom. I looked up from my mobile phone and smiled. Her towel just covered her breasts and arse, and as she reached into her underwear drawer she asked me what pair I would like her to wear.I answered with a smile – “Could you wear that new black g-string we bought the other day baby? I’m dying to see you in it.”Laura giggled and reached for it out of the drawer, “I’ll wear it, but you aren’t allowed to see me in it until I can show you properly ok gorgeous?”I feigned disappointment, “Oh well, at least it’s been worn.”

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train fun.This happened when I was 28, my marriage had been over for 3 months, I had moved to the Central Coast, 1 1/2 hrs train trip from Sydney/ Desperate for work I had taken a job in Sydney. It started on the return trip, a packed peak hour train vestibule, I found myself wedged into a corner by the press of bodies, I became aware of a tall, bearded, man behind me, pressing hard against me. resigned to the fact it was going to be an uncomfortable ride home, I let the rocking carriage lull me. then I felt his hand, just pressing at first, then squeezing, being jammed in made it hard to move, and by the time I got my hand down to push him away, his fingers had pushed the material of my skirt into my arse crack, and he was squeezing my cheek. I tried brushing him aside, but he gripped my wrist strongly, and forced my hand to the front of his pants, onto his bulge. I let out a little gasp, his cock seemed huge, guiding my hand he pushed down so I could feel his length, it seemed never ending. his hand left mine and slid up under my skirt, without realising my hand stayed on his cock, while his fingers stroked the gusset of my now soggy panties. I realised I was highly aroused, and started to stroke his cock through his pants, as his fingers worked their way under the leg band and 2 slid forcefully into my hole. His body was shielding us from the other passengers, his fingers were squirming around inside me , then I felt his breath as he leaned close and whispered in my ear, ” I can smell your cunt”. I stiffened slightly as I realised it was true, feeling a twinge in my lower halkalı escort belly, and knowing I had just leaked again over his fingers.. I was sure everyone in that cramped space could smell me as well. I was horrified, bt also more aroused than I had been in months, so when he whispered again for me to get off at the next station, I knew I would. As the train slowed he removed his hand, and gripped the flesh of my upper arm, pushing me through the passengers to the doors, and then we were on the platform. Being an all stations train, this one serviced a very small community, and soon the few passengers that had gotten off were gone up the platform steps, he then walked, almost dragging me stumbling, towards the opposite end of the platform. Being one of the smaller stations, it had no attendant, nor would another train stop for at least an hour, though several express services would pass through it. he hauled me into the men’s toilet block. it reeked of stale piss, pushed me over towards the sink in the corner. he still hadn’t spoken since leaving the train, and didn’t now as he spun me to face the wall, pushing me slightly over, my face in the corner, he held the back of my neck with one hand, his grip like a vice. His other hand pulled up my skirt, over my waist, then tearing my panties off me. he wiped the torn material on my cunt then forced them into my mouth. still holding my neck he undid his fly and pulled out his cock, turning my head so I could see it, before pushing my face taksim escort back into the corner. I had never seen a cock that size, and I had seen plenty by then, it was at least 10″ long, and almost as thick as my wrist, a huge purple mushroom head, and rock hard. I hated myself, but I wanted it. without hesitating, he positioned it between my swollen lips and stabbed it deep into me, I let out a muffled scream around my soggy gag, the thrust, lifting me off the ground, slammed into my cervix, pushing it up into my belly, no doubt rearranging multiple organs, he fucked me savagely, r****g my cunt, after several thrusts I convulsed spasming through my first orgasm, he released my neck, I was like jelly and not going anywhere, then ripped my blouse open, tore my bra off breaking the straps, grabbing a tit in each hand, digging his fingers in painfully, I groaned, as he used continued r****g my cunt, using my tits to pull himself into me. cum again as his thumbnail dug hard into my right nipple, he pulled and twisted my tits as he fucked me, I could feel another orgasm mounting, and then his cock seemed to swell, his thrusts became erratic, then he buried deep inside holding it in there, he sunk his teeth into my shoulder. growling as I felt his hot cum spurting inside me, I came again, explosively, as he shot at least 6 streams into me all while digging his nails hard into my tits. I could feel my cunt flaring, his cum pouring out around his cock,”. I dropped to my knees, and he pulled the gag from my mouth. “Clean my cock, with şişli escort your mouth, you filthy cunt, and you better enjoy it.” he slapped my face hard for emphasis. I screeched in pain, but quickly fastened my lips around his cockhead, sucking and licking both his cum, and my creamy cuntjuice from his cock. I licked his shaft clean as well, he pulled his open fly tight to his body so I could get it all off him. He then grabbed my hair, and began slapping my face, back and forth, half a dozen times, laughing as he did. then dragged me by the hair to my feet. he took a finepoint pen from his jacket pocket, grabbed my nipple, pulling it stretching my tit outwards, then wrote his phone number across it, digging the pen in hard almost scratching it into my tit. ” Just in case you want more of the same. slut.”. He put his cock away and zipped his pants, ” Now something to remember me by” He leaned forward quickly, still pulling my nipple, placed his mouth on my left tit, sucking a good portion of it in, then bit down hard and fast, almost breaking the skin. I screamed, my hands flying up to cover my tit damaged tit. he laughed as he left, and I heard the train approaching. I leaned back against the sink, I was a mess, buttons gone from my blouse, bra ruined on the floor, alongside my destroyed panties. The train docked, as I hurried, tying my blouse around my naked tits, pulling my skirt down, looking under the sink for my shoes, which had come off during the fucking. I heard the whistle and the train pulling out, just as I came out of the mens room door. I had missed it. He was gone, and I had at least an hour to wait for the next one. As I sat there, I looked down at my tit, the swollen already ugly purple bite mark, and the scratched phone number, knowing that I would have to call it, although it had been what amounted to ****, it had also been the best fuck I’d had in years, and I definitely wanted more. Karen.

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LOCKDOWN in a small townWell my fellow porn lovers, people of insatiable sexual desires, as we all find ourselves in Lock-down in various different countries around the World, I cannot help myself but wonder if you are also sexually frustrated as I am?I find myself constantly thinking about lustful sexual desires…knowing that is not a time to be swapping sexual fluids with people as the imminent result would be death!However having stated the obvious, that does not mean that we cannot other ways to satisfy our desires…I am thus using my infinite imagination on this one and hopefully will be able to help you satisfy your lust in these desperate times of need, so let your imagination run wild and picture this,It is around 23h00 in the evening, your town / city is full Lock-down, police / militia are patrolling the streets to ensure that the “citizens” are adhering to the rules, people found wandering around get arrested and placed in solitary confinement, but you have decided to break the rules and find some release to your lustful predicament… You are sneaking around in shadows so as not to be observed, fortunately your neighborhood has many lush gardens with ample bushes and shrubs and only a few street lights thus enabling you to get from one house to the other without being noticed. As you move from house to house, block to block, you cannot help yourself as you peak through windows to look what the occupants are doing?Albeit that it is late at night, most of the occupants find themselves bored to death and are awake busy with different activities, some are playing board games, some are playing online games, some are sitting reading, some are watching porn masturbating, others are taking a bath etc.You sneak up to a rather big house with large bay windows and blinds that are partially drawn to take a sneak peak at what the occupants are getting up to, luckily for you there are large shrubs in the garden around these bay windows which obscure you nicely. You move from window to window making as little noise as possible to prevent the occupants from hearing any strange noises in their yard…unbeknownst to you, the particular house you are scanning has silent intruder alarms wired to the garden. You sneak up to the bathroom window and peak through, inside you halkalı escort see a lovely red head, with firm Tits, a sleak body, neatly trimmed pussy climbing out of the bath and towel drying her luscious body. She lifts her beautiful tits and starts applying some body lotion to them…you feel your throbbing cock getting harder and straining in your pants for release, you loosen your belt and unzip your pants, pull your jocks down and free your throbbing member from its constraints, the beauty in the bathroom is now applying some body lotion to her labia with one leg lifted up on the side of the bath, she is facing you directly and you can see how she spreads her labia apart to get the lotion into the crevices of her lustful pussy. Your hand enfolds around your throbbing dick and you start to stroke it slowly mesmerized by her luscious pussy being rubbed with lotion, she is oblivious to the fact that she has an audience and starts to find pleasure from applying the lotion to her labia, she moves towards her now engulfed clitoris, applies some more body lotion to her hand and applies it on her clitoris, slowly moving her hand in small circles around it, her other hand is caressing her perfect Tits, pulling gently at the nipples. You start stroking your throbbing dick more vigorously staring at her pleasuring herself, when suddenly you hear a gun being cocked right next to your temple, then a voice comes thundering into your consciousness informing you not try anything stupid or to turn around!You are scared out of your mind, the voice instructs you to slowly turn to your left and move toward the rear door of the house which is enshrouded in total darkness. You bend over to try and pull up your pants but the voice instructs you harshly to leave them be and to shuffle toward the door, you comply with the instructions as you can hear from the deep baritone voice that it means business. You arrive at the back door which is open and enter the house, the voice once again commands you to turn left and enter the basement shuffling down the stairs with your pants still around your ankles. A dim light is at the bottom of the stairs where you can vaguely see some sort of wooden structure.As taksim escort you get to the landing you see that the wooden structure has leather straps secured to it at various different points and the voice instructs you to assume the “position” bending over a what seems to be a wooden barrel similar to a whiskey casket, which is situated to right of the wooden structure, you are hesitant to comply but the voice informs you that the room is sound proof and if you do not comply with his instructions he will not hesitate to shoot you in the knee!You instantly comply and assume the position over the barrel, at this point you hear footsteps coming the stairs and you hear a soft womanly voice ask, “have you caught another pervert peeping at me and masturbating my love?” he instructs the woman to secure the leather straps around you wrists, as she does so, you notice that she is still naked, she bends in front of you securing your wrists in the leather straps and pulling them tight, you instantly feel that blood flow to your hands have been significantly reduced, you cannot help to notice her beautiful aoras of her nipples are standing erect and you feel a familiar stirring in your dick. The baritone voice instructs her to spread your legs and secure them with leather straps, she does as she is told and you feel her thick red hair brushing against your scrotum as she moves your second leg into the spread-eagled position and secures it.The room becomes silent, deadly silent and all you can hear is footsteps shuffling from one side of the room to the other, you hear what sounds like a draw being opened, things being moved around, then baritone voice barks out, “So you like starring at another mans wife while she is naked and stroking yourself?” You are to scared to answer, the man instructs his wife to stand in front of you and to play with herself, you suddenly feel a warm sensation over your back as a bright light is turned on from your rear and illuminates the luscious redhead`s whole body mere inches from your straddled position, she is so close to your face, you can see the slight stubble of her freshly shaved pubes, you can smell her womanly scent as she slowly parts her labia and starts rubbing her clitoris in front of you!You feel şişli escort your manhood becoming engorged with blood, your erect dick prodding into the wooden barrel beneath you as she slowly continues to pleasure herself, her aroma starts to increase as you notice that her labia is becoming increasingly moist and glistening in the warm light, you feel pre-cum dripping from your engorged cock, you cannot help yourself as slowly start thrusting it against the wooden barrel beneath you when suddenly you hear the baritone voice calling you back to reality, ” So you are still perving at my beautiful wife’s pussy?” and before you can answer, you feel a large hand thrust between your buttocks with some thick cold ointment being applied to your arse!It is then that you realise that your fate has been sealed, in your compromised position that you find yourself in, you are about to be sodomized, your erect dick suddenly becomes quite placid as you await the inevitable…the next thing you feel is a tearing, burning sensation as you feel an extremely large throbbing dick tear into your sphincter, It feels as large as a babies arm as enters you, your arse is burning and throbbing at same time, the pain is excruciating, it feels like you want to pass out!The baritone voice booms out, ” So why arent you watching my wife play with her pussy now, have you lost your appetite for perving?” You feel as if you have are moving in out and out of reality, you feel him ploughing into your arse with his throbbing manhood, you faintly see his wife furiously rubbing her clitoris bringing it right up to your nose, you no longer smell her scent but rather feel her juices splashing into your face, then suddenly you find the excruciating pain has subsided and all of your senses have awakened, you feel that all to familiar throbbing of blood, your manhood reaching a hardness you have never experienced before, pre-cum dripping like a steady flow from a old coffee percolator, his thrusts seem as if somebody is stroking you from inside, your scrotum starts lifting pulling your testicles into your groin, and before you know it, your balls erupt spewing copious amounts of man juice from your throbbing hard dick, sperm is shooting out of it like a volcano erupting after being dormant for a hundred years, you experiencing so much pleasure that your whole is shaking almost vibrating, these involuntary spasms has caused your baritone r****t to start growling in guttural growls and then you feel his sperm entering your bowels and filling you up like a good little slut!Please feel free to post comments on my lock-down fantasy flight….

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Listening to my wife’s past 6l am married to a wonderful fuller figured lady. A wonderful and sexy woman l love and adore and have been with for fifteen years and is now in her sixties, l love to hear what she has done before me – all whilst we make love.Married once before me and had a long term relationship, it’s her four lovers over a twenty year period l love to hear about !Now, l always get excited about this one as l have, with my now wife, fucked in the same place as she did with her ‘garage man’ long before we met !Along the road from the Three Crowns Garage ( that was ) is a pub further down and over the roundabout called The Foley Arms, ( more towards Sutton Coldfield ) The car park itself sweeps upwards taking the line of the road gradient towards a thick row of trees, masking the car park from the houses next to the pub.My now wife was due to meet some work colleagues there for a fiftieth birthday ‘drinks’ for one of the ladies in her department. She left work at five and had to past the Three Crowns Garage to get to the pub and couldn’t resist a ‘flying visit’ to see her ‘garage man’ .It was a late October night and the evenings where by now drawing in and as she popped in to see her ‘user’ but they where beginning to lock up and head home. What are you doing here, the garage man barked ! He grabbed her arm and pulled her to one side and told her, quietly but forcefully, IF l want to fuck you – I’LL call you ! What are you doing here ? Taken aback slightly, my now wife said she was en route to The Foley Arms and as she was passing she would pop in and halkalı escort say hello ! Calming down slightly he apologised and said he had had a stressful time at work and didn’t feel really in the mood for ‘fucking’ anyone ! My now wife suggested to him that maybe he should follow her to the Foley Arms and park up the ‘top’ she would help and give him some relief ! He did indeed follow her down there and my now wife reversed her Renault Laguna into the very corner space away from the road and he then parked beside her in a borrowed ‘ works ‘ little Ford Connect, he got out as my now wife went round the back of her car and opened the tailgate.Shielded from any ‘voyeur’ but still able to see any colleagues cars arriving she bent over into the boot and turned to him and said ‘sorry no stockings tonight’ but just fuck me how you want !!l sometimes wish l had that offer but it never happens, he must have been special and l get so jealous of ‘the garage man’ that l would love to have been him ! He lifted my wife’s skirt and got his thumbs either side of her ample arse and slid her knickers and tights down to her ankles and off her feet and left them in the boot as he then kicked her ankles gently to get her legs spread and at a height that he could use her willing pussy. She told me he did finger her for short while and hearing the zip go on his trousers, she then felt his cock at her entrance. The garage man slid his cock in, not forced but slid in without stopping till his heavy sack was taksim escort against her clit. Then started a torrent of pounding of her pussy by him, she knew he wouldn’t last long and hoped not as, with his powerful thrusts her upper thighs where hurting against the boot lip and she would have to explain the bruising to her partner if he saw her naked that night ! She was building up to an orgasm with his pounding but felt him harden and knew the bastard had beaten her again to cuming and her pulled out and shot five or six thick lines of cum over her naked arse. He reached forward with my now wife still bent over and again grabbed her knickers and told her he was just cleaning his cock and she could have them back again ! With the cool early evening air cooling her pussy lips, she turned and of course thanked him and he then zipped up and walked around to his van without saying anything and started up ready to leave ! Panicking my now wife only time to pull her skirt down as he reversed out and would have exposed her to many passing cars !! As she watched him pull out of the car park, the first of her colleagues turned up. She shut the boot down and prayed that the lining of the inside of her skirt would soak up some of his thick cum as she walked into the pub minus her spunk covered knickers and screwed up tights.As l myself frequently experience with my now wife that, if l can’t make her cum, she will finish herself off in due course. She told me as the evening progressed her mind drifting away from the sometimes inane conversation, şişli escort she left to go to the ladies and relieve herself. Bolting the cubicle door, she lifted her skirt and sat towards the front of the toilet seat and started rubbing her exposed pussy thinking about what a slut she had again been and looked at the marks on her thighs thinking she better get undressed in the dark later so her partner doesn’t see and ask an obvious question, an answer that she thought he wouldn’t want to hear !! She felt her orgasm arriving and clenched her thighs together almost crushing her fingers as to control any moans that she may omit as it ripped through her pussy and lower stomach. A knock the cubicle door shook her to her senses as a concerned colleague had wondered why she was so long to which she answered a slight tummy upset was to blame. She wiped her swollen pussy and walked out to rejoin her colleagues for the evening. She returned home later and did indeed get away with undressing in the dark, her partner again none the wise poor man – that his partner was again some mans fuck toy ! Now, as for my fuck in that car park. Again in the same spot but this time with her bent over in our BMW 3 series estate. l tried l really did, l tried my hardest to fuck her the way he did, but l’m just not good enough. Even when she helped me by calling me his name and telling me to just use her l couldn’t. In the end she again went to the toilet in the pub to do what she did before and cum by herself. l was told to sort myself out and eventually came in hopefully the same spot where her favourite lover had taken her pussy and used it those years ago. My last thought before my cum splattered over the tarmac was l wished l could have been there on that night to lick his hot cum from her arse and to kiss her swollen lips before being sent home and told she would see me later. l do love my wife…….

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The Cuckold AdventureThe Cuckold Adventure Begins…….So, let me be clear here for you all…..this is a journey into the introduction of Cuckolding and Hotwifing for my wife. This is not going to be a simple story of a wife fucking guys immediately, but is a journey so will take time. So we have been married for around 15 years and life has been great together. It is clear that we love each other deeply and are very close. I Have always had a higher sex drive and would compensate by watching various porn videos on xhamster and other sites. Whilst wanking, I would always imagine my wife as the woman on cam and I would find that this gave me a more intense orgasm.I would skype wank with other guys and would love hearing them talk about what they would do with my wife as I watched.At the end of 2019, about 6 weeks ago, I finally told my wife of my fantasy to see her with another guy.Earlier in the year my wife had agreed to come on cam with me after I told her I would regularly wank on the website on cam as others watched. It wasn’t full on sex, just both of us getting naked and I would wank my cock and we would both play with her tits as guys watched and complimented her. I would finish off by cumming all over her amazing breasts.It turned me on so much knowing the guys watching were also wanking and cumming as they watched her on cam. I think secretly my wife enjoyed the attention too. After a few cam sessions, she would say she enjoyed the compliments.One morning, she told me of a dream where she was at work when a male colleague came upto her and complimented her on her appearance. She told me that the next minute, they were in the store cupboard fucking and it was really intense. But the morning alarm went off and that was the end of the dream.This dream stuck in my mind and I was not only rock hard with her telling me about it, but everytime after that when wanking, I would keep that dream in my mind. I would tell her also that I had wanked that day and thought about her dream. She would blush and become shy, changing the subject.I then travelled away for a work trip and this gave me time to think about our sex life. I wanted some more fun and I wanted to see my wife have an amazing sex life where she would be pleasured also. On my return, I told my wife of my desire to see her with another man. I tried to explain the reasoning around it as I didn’t want to upset her or worry her making her think that I also wanted to have sex with a woman. I reassured her over the next few weeks of talking about it when we got time that my sexual desire was for her to be the centre of attention and be pleasured. I told her many times, that just thinking of her having orgasms and being pleasured by other guys would be amazing for me, explaining that in my mind, I have always felt better in our sex life when she has been pleasured and had an orgasm first, halkalı escort before anything for me. I then had a dream where I arranged for a home massage therapy session for her, as I wanted to pamper her. In the dream, a handsome man arrived, he was blonde and very athletic. He set up the table in our lounge and asked my wife to get ready, telling her to leave her underwear on if she wanted. My wife got changed and lay on the table with her underwear on, face forward lying on her front and covered in a towel. The towel covered her shoulders down to her ass, so only her arms and legs were visible.In the dream I stayed in the room and watched as the masseur worked her arms and hands before moving onto her back. He used a lot of coconut oil that was scented with lavender so the smell was very relaxing.I could see my wife was enjoying the massage as she was responding to the touch and pressure being applied on her back. It was amazing to see another man touch my wifes back. Suddenly my wife indicated to the man to undo her bra as she wanted to make it easier for him to massage her back. He did this with easy and she got up covering her breasts with her arm, so that she could remove it from her front, before laying down again. The masseur continued moving down her back and then onto her bum. When he reached here, he massaged her bum for a while until my wife stopped him, removing her underwear and throwing them over to me with a little chuckle. She made a joke of it which relaxed the masseur and myself.I was enjoying watching her being massaged and started to have all sorts of naughty thoughts in my mind.The masseur worked away on her bum and poured some more oil on it. I watched as the oil went in between her legs making my wife squirm and moan a little.. He then moved onto her thighs and massaged them before I noticed my wife move her legs apart slightly. This meant he would be able to see her pussy from where he was standing and I watched him move his hands between her legs back up to her pussy.I watched intently and noticed my wife looking at me with a big smile. I smiled back and adjusted my rock hard cock in my trousers, knowing she was watching me as I did this.The masseur then finished her back and asked my wife to turn over to lie on her back so he could work on her front. My wife turned round under the towel. It was impressive that she could do this without showing her breasts or pussy.I was so horny now and watched as the masseur started on her front. He massaged her face and then onto her shoulders. I could hear my wife let out little whimpers, moaning slightly as he worked away. He then bent down and whispered in her ear before she looked up and over at me. I smiled at her and she nodded at the masseur, before moving the towel off her breasts. I watched taksim escort in excitement as he poured some oil on both breasts from a height and it ran over both breasts one by one before running along her shoulders and neck area. He then suddenly placed both hands on her breasts, squeezing them and massaging them beautifully. I could see my wife was enjoying this and she moved her body and spread her legs slightly. The sight of watching another man touching and squeezing my wifes breasts got me so hard, I was ready to release my hard cock from my trousers. I waited a little longer and watched as he worked down to her pussy and repeated the same technique of pouring oil on her before massaging her thighs. My wife opened her legs again and the masseur moved one hand between her legs cupping her pussy. My wife suddenly looked at me as did the masseur. I smiled back and nodded my head in a sign of approval.The masseur then lend forward and licked both her rock hard nipples and played with her pussy. My wife was unable to control herself and was clearly enjoying the attention. She spread her legs wife open as the masseur worked on her clit. He then moved to her breasts and squeezed them both together and licked and sucked her nipples.My wifes hand reached towards him and grabbed his cock through his linen trousers. He pulled his top off revealing a six pack and muscular body. MY wife released his cock from his trousers and her moved closed to her face. She looked at me and watched me quickly take my own cock out and start to masturbate quickly. With that, she took his cock in her mouth and sucked it. She licked around his head, as she wanked him slowly. He had a big cock and it was amazing watching her enjoy it. She licked up and down his shaft before taking it in her mouth. After a few moments he paid her some attention, spreading her legs and moving in to lick her pussy. My wife enjoyed this and spread her legs lifting them up and wide. I love it when she does this as she shows she is completely relaxed and very horny. She gasped saying ‘OH YES!’ as he licked her. His technique must have been good as after a few moments she squirted, covering his face. She came and her body shuddered. I wanked my cock faster and slower. It was amazing watching my wife being pleasured.The masseur then got on top of her and teased her pussy with his cock, my wife looked at me and I nodded again. With that she smiled back at me and then looked at the masseur saying ,’FUCK ME HARD’ The masseur with one push slowly entered half of his cock into her. My wife’s eyes rolled back in pleasure before she wrapped her legs around his back and pulled him deeper into her. She let out another moan and said to him, ‘YOU’RE COCK IS AMAZING. IT IS SO BIG AND THICK.’The masseur responded at her request and fucked her hard. I was enjoying şişli escort the view and continued wanking my cock. I could hear them both moaning with pleasure and the masseur suddenly became quiet before saying, ‘I’M GOING TO CUM’ MY wife shouted, ‘YES CUM INSIDE ME!’ and he let out an amazing moan and groan everytime he went deep inside her with each thrust. He was shaking and so was she. I couldn’t hold back anymore and also came. My cum flew out more intensely than normal and further too, hitting me on my chin. Both my wife and masseur lay there in each others arms before he pulled his cock out and stood up. MY wife looked at me realising what had just happened and appeared shy. I quickly got up and went over to her, hugging her and telling her that what had just happened was amazing and I could not have asked for any more.I hugged her and kissed her before suddenly hearing my alarm clock and waking up, realising it had just been a dream.I told my wife I had just had a very naughty dream and we agreed to talk about it after work that night. I was so excited but decided to write out the dream in the form of a story for her to read. She read it and told me it was very horny and naughty explaining that she liked it but would not sleep with anyone.She said she was happy to have cyber sex and role play with me. After a few days of thought, I was happy with this. A few weeks passed and just after new year, we arranged for my wife to go on cam that evening and have a chat with another guy, with a cuckold role play scenario. I watched as she sat down and went through the motions of meeting the guy at a bar and being brought a drink. She told the guy my fantasy and arrange for all three of us to go back to his room so they could have sex with me watching.They discussed on the chat, being all over each other in the lift in front of me and touching each other. I was lying on our bed at this point enjoying watching her chat, whilst being topless, in the knowledge of the guy she was chatting to, being naked and wanking his cock as they both chatted.Suddenly the website crashed and the chat ended. I was so horny I wanted to continue the fantasy. My wife joined me on bed and I told her to continue and tell me what would have happened. Listening to her made me so horny and I had to stop her from wanking me as I didn’t want to cum yet. I listened to her tell me every details and she then wanked me. I couldn’t hold back and my cum shot all over my chest. My wife could see I was really turned on and commented on this. I cleaned myself up and we had a cuddle and then soon after fell asleep The next day, we went shopping and split up for an hour to speed up the shopping trip. When I met my wife she showed me some lingerie she had bought for the next cam session. It was very sexy.That evening, I was relaxing when my wife came over and whispered in my ear, ‘I SAW A MAN WHEN OUT SHOPPING TODAY AND FOUND HIM VERY ATTRACTIVE. I THOUGHT ABOUT HAVING SEX WITH HIM.’Hearing this was an instant turn on. I immediately wanted to know more and asked her, but she replied it was just a quick thought. I was very excited and happy to hear my wife talk like this and I can’t wait to hear more of it from her……

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The RingIt is a beautiful, bright sunny day when you decide to shop at a local flea market with your family. There are many booths out today and they offer many different products from cloths, books and crafts. You find yourself being intrigued by one particular booth that has odd and exotic jewelry. It is being manned by an old lady who looks as if she could be Native American. Many of the rings, necklaces and bracelets are so interesting looking but one piece of jewelry catches your eye.It is a ring that has a band that doesn’t look metallic at all and the center stone is very different looking, not a diamond or any sort of stone you recognize. The other thing is that the ring is sitting in a case that has a few other odd-looking objects but the majority of the other jewelry is out in the open which tells you it is more valuable. “You have an interesting taste in rings,” the old woman says. “I assume it’s the ring your looking at.” “Yes, its beautiful.” You say to her.“Well don’t let looks fool you,” she says. “Its not your ordinary ring and not everyone should wear it.” “What do you mean?” You ask. She explains to you that the ring is not a ring for wearing, like ordinary jewelry. It’s a magical artifact with very special powers. It sounds to you like a sales pitch and you’re not believing it for a second. “Magic?” You say sarcastically. “No offense, but I don’t believe in magic.” “It’s true. This is a powerful artifact of my people and its very real.” She tells you. Still in disbelief you ask, “What does it do, grant you three wishes?”She chuckles, “No, no. Much more powerful.” She looks around at all the other people around in the market and leans in close to you and in a whisper says, “It will make you deepest, darkest sexual fantasy come true.” You think to yourself the old woman is just being silly and dramatic just to sell a ring that she is probably having trouble selling. “How much do you want for it?”“$100.” She tells you.“Oh, sorry that’s way too much.” You say as you turn to walk away.“Wait, wait…I like you. I think you will really enjoy this ring.” She says hurriedly, not wanting you to walk away.You are now convinced she is trying to get rid of the ring. “I like the ring but I can’t afford very much.” You tell her straight forward.“Could you afford $50?”“No, sorry.” You tell her, once again turning to leave.“Wait! Ok, I’ll sell it for $40.” You think about it and decide you do like the ring a lot. “Ok, I’ll buy it for $40.” She smiles and takes it out of the case. You hand her the money and before she hands it to you, she tells you ominously.“Now I know you an unbeliever, but you should know whenever you wear the ring, your deepest darkest fantasy will come true.” She puts the ring in a small box and you put it in your purse.You thank her and look around some more at some of the other vendors, eventually reuniting with your family who ask if you purchased anything. You tell them no, not wanting to let them know you spent $40 on a ring and you keep it in the box in your purse. Its not until late that night when you think you want to see what it looks like on your finger. You’ve already gotten ready for bed and are in your sleeping clothes, a tee-shirt and panties. You are alone in the house with your two sons at work and with friends for the night. You take the ring box out of your purse and open it.You think the ring is still lovely but don’t believe for a second the story the old woman told you. You are standing in front of the mirror in your bedroom when you slip it on your finger, looking at your reflection and how it looks on your hand. You notice the oddest sensation; you swear the ring is getting warm while you wear it. Suddenly you hear a loud crash in your home coming from the living room. You immediately go down the hallway and enter the living room, which is pitch dark. You reach for the lamp and turn it on. In your living room is a tall man, wearing jeans and a hoodie. You see his face and he is much younger than you, maybe in his late 20’s. He is a black man, a stranger. You are frozen in fear. He slowly walks up to you, with purpose and motivation. He stands right in front of you and slowly looks you up and down, without saying a word. You want to scream or run but you can’t, you are frozen. Before you can react, he grabs you by your arms with a manly but not hurtful grip and pulls you to him. He kisses you on your lips, deeply and passionately. At first you hold back, in shock but each passing second you melt in his embrace. His hands slide unto your shoulders and you feel him pull you down to your knees. As you sit there kneeling in front of him in your living room, you watch as he slowly undoes his belt and opens his pants. He reaches into his pants and pulls out his manhood that makes you suddenly gasp out loud. Although he appears to be only semi-erect, his cock is very large. You have never seen a black man’s privates before in person. The lamp illuminates the room well enough for you to get a very good look at it. As you look on, he is holding it. Easily longer than any penis you have even seen before, what really strikes you immediately besides its remarkable size is the darkness of his black skin. It is quite different than any other cock you have ever laid eyes on; unique and exotic looking. As he strokes it in front of your face, you can’t take your eyes off of it. It is visibly growing as you look at it, reaching lengths you never imagined a cock could grow to. As he pumps it, his cock swells in thickness as well. When it reaches around 10” in length, your hand, in a nearly involuntary manner reaches up and takes a hold of it. You are shocked at your impulsive reaction. It continues to grow and thicken but it is already at a size that you can’t completely wrap your fingers around with your thumb not being able to touch a finger. He releases his own grip and lets you take over making it completely erect. Now his ebony manhood has you completely captivated. You are completely taken aback visually and the feeling of his rock hard, enormous cock in your hand is intoxicating. Your next sense is energized as well as you take it in your mouth. You open your mouth wide as you can to accept his huge head into your gaping mouth. You take as much of his cock deep in your mouth as you can, holding it in your mouth. It has now become completely engorged with blood, easily measuring a halkalı escort mind-blowing 11 or 12”. His cock is very thick as well, it is simply in a word…amazing. For years, you have secretly wondered what a black man’s cock looks like, feels like, tastes like. Now you know. The curiosity of the myth, the stereotype of black men having tremendous endowments is proving not only to be true but in spectacular fashion. As your mouth slides up and down his huge cock, you look up and get a better look at this man. He is quite young for your taste and comfort. Not in a true moral sense, but because you have c***dren that is older than he is, it seems unreal. He is probably most likely in his late 20’s, he is also handsome. But you can’t deny it is exciting to do this to a man who is half your age, his youth is an undeniable attraction. You just can’t believe that man this much younger than you is actually with you in a sexual way like this. Suddenly, it hits you. Like a wave of intense enlightenment… the ring. The woman said your deepest darkest fantasies would come true. You know that this young, black stud is absolutely the most attractive, hottest man you have ever touched. His cock has such a command and control over you and just in these past 10 minutes you are as aroused and enraptured as you ever have been in your life. But what did the woman say…” whenever you wear the ring, your deepest darkest fantasy will come true”. As much as you are enjoying having this incredible cock in your mouth, as much as you want to do more, you slip the ring off your finger. As soon as it’s off, you hear the sound of a car horn blowing right outside your house. The man suddenly, without a word, pulls his cock out of your mouth and runs out the front door, stuffing his massive erection back in his pants. Leaving you on your knees, bewildered and a bit frustrated. It takes about a minute for you to collect your thoughts and return back into your room. You collapse in your bed mixed with confusion and a growing sense of sexual frustration. You were clearly highly aroused before he took away the greatest cock you have ever seen away from you.You lay there, thinking about how unbelievably big it was, a black cock at that. You knew you always wanted to try one, but five minutes with one wasn’t enough to put out the fire of burning curiosity. You didn’t even get to enjoy it the way you really want to, inside your body. Seeing if you could take a big black cock like that. Do black men fuck better than the lovers you have had in your life, do they really have the sexual stamina you heard about, could it bring you to orgasm? The memory of it was still vivid in your mind and your arousal truly never dissipated. You slide your hand under your panties and are amazed with how wet your pussy is, it’s drenched with titillation. You begin to rub your clit, giving it some much needed stimulation. You realize that the ring is still clutched in your left hand. You open your hand and look at the ring. Could it really be magic? You slide your panties completely off, just leaving on your tee-shirt and continue to rub and stroke your pussy with your right hand as you hold the ring up to gaze at it. You also can’t get the black cock of the stranger out of your mind. With your pussy getting wetter and wetter, your arousal is multiplying by the second. God, if you can only have that cock again. If only it was fucking your hungry pussy right now. A hunger that will only be satisfied by big black cock, nothing else will fulfill it. You spread your legs wide, you are really stroking your pussy now, when you have an epiphany. Why not put the ring back on? You reach over and turn on your table lamp next to the bed, your right hand still working your pussy, you can’t even take it away from rubbing your pussy, you simply lift your ring finger up in the air and slip it on. You feel the ring starting to warm like before and suddenly your bedroom door bursts open. Through the door walks in your black lover but he is not alone, he is accompanied by another black man. Your heart is beating so hard you can feel it thumping inside your chest. You feel the rush of your blood to your face and your breathing deepens and becomes faster.You can’t even stop what you are doing as you rub your pussy frantically as both young black men walk to your bed and take a side each. You look at each man, turning your head left then right, back and forth as you watch them staring you down. They watch you masturbating with a look of hunger and desire, it makes you feel sexy and attractive. Suddenly the new man speaks.“You’re right, she is hot as hell.” “I told you this white woman was,” The one who you were with earlier says back to him. “She was loving my dick too, man.” “I bet she ain’t never had a black cock before.” The new man then says to you. “You ever had big black cock before woman?” “N.. N.. no.” You stammer is a combination of nervousness and sheer sexual excitement. You still can’t stop stroking your pussy wildly, even though you are being watched. “Did you like sucking my man’s cock?” He asks. “Yes, I did. Very much so.” You moan loudly, the men making you answer their questions is making you lose amount of any inhibition you have left. As they talk to you, they begin to strip out of their clothes, which just makes you rub faster and harder.“What did you think of my cock?” The first man asks you.“It was very big and beautiful. It was very impressive. Oh my God, it got me very excited.” You watch him as he slips out of more clothes. When he gets his pants off you again see the cock you were admiring. “Oh wow, it IS very, very lovely!”“Ever had two cocks at the same time lady?” The other man asks as you turn your head away from the first man. The new man has already taken off his pants and exposing himself as well. He is blessed as well, with unbelievably huge black cock that is rock hard with huge veins running down its shaft. Your head just flips back and forth, you would hate to have to judge which one is bigger, thicker. Both are of magnificent size, in length and girth. Both sport huge balls tightly covered in their huge nut sacks and both are completely rigid, sticking straight out of their bodies. With cocks of this size you would expect them to hang but they look like two black metallic şişli escort rods of steel, defying gravity and physics. You take a gasp and try to answer his question without sounding too overwhelmed, “No…never. I never thought I would ever get the opportunity. I can’t believe how huge you both are!” The man you were with earlier grabs you by the leg and pulls you around to where you are now laying across your bed. He holds each side of your inner thighs, opening up your legs and begins to kneel. He is obviously getting ready to eat your pussy. For the first time you stop rubbing it, inviting him to bring his mouth on your soaking wet pussy. His full lips engulf your clit as he sucks on it with strength and suction. You moan at the touch of his mouth on your pussy and watch with eagerness.His partner climbs up on your bed to your side and sticks his cock near your mouth. You eagerly stuff it in your mouth, excited to taste your second black cock of your life. Like his friend, he is a true mouthful and it doesn’t easily fit in your mouth. but you make due the best you can. The three of you enjoying an oral first chapter of this interracial encounter between a willing white woman and two equipped black studs. “Mmmmmm” You moan loudly with your mouth filled with black flesh. You are enjoying the young man’s technique of lapping your clit and deep between your pussy lips. You bob your mouth as deep as you can on the other’s cock taking the first few inches to the back of your mouth but there s still so much more left outside of it. “Oh yeah lady, suck that black cock.” He says. You reach up to cup his incredible balls that are really as impressive as his cock, so full and tight. You pull on them as you suck. At the same time, you have a spectacular view of your pussy being devoured by the other man who obviously has a taste for white pussy. He has your lips pulled wide open as he licks all around your inner lips. “Oh yes, yes, yes.” You say in encouragement as you yourself switch gears to lick the other’s long black shaft, wanting to please more of his cock. You feel his robust veins running down his shaft and imagine what they will feel like rubbing the sides of your inner pussy. You continue to pull on his balls and make your way to lick them as well. “Ohhhh, you have such a nice big black cock.” You tell him lovingly.“Yeah, lady. Lick it all up and down. That is such a nice tongue you have. I never knew you white ladies could suck so good.”His admission surprises you and while you are still busy pleasing his cock orally you ask him, ”Am I your first white woman?”“Yeah.” He answers, sending a shiver of excitement down your body. “His too.” Now you are really overwhelmed, you look down and ask the one munching on your pussy, “Is that true?!”“Mmm hmm” He says while continuing to burry his mouth deep inside you. The excitement that this is the first interracial sex for all three of you just gives you even more invigorating energy. You begin sucking the monster black cock in front of you with even more passion. Your oral threesome continues for another ten minutes until the first young man says he has to enjoy your mouth some more. The one you have been sucking on says that your pussy should be nice and ready for some black cock. Your excitement just grew.The men now turn you around and position you on your knees and elbows. Your first lover stands in front of you and you renew having his ebony manhood buried in your mouth. It has been almost an hour since you first had it in your mouth but the second time is just as exciting. You feel the hands of the other young black man positioning your ass in the air in just the right position for him. You are just counting the seconds until you will have your first black cock inside you and suddenly you feel his head being worked between your pussy lips. He is wisely feeling you out and getting you ready. His head is huge and bulbous, you sense he has found just the right angle. With a strong push his head slips between your pussy lips and a rush of tightness can be felt.His black cock is slowly making its way deeper and deeper inside you. You squeal in anticipation of how thick he is and how amazingly full your pussy feels with it stretching your pussy. You have never had a cock overwhelm you like this, it’s a pleasurable feeling but with a tad of anxiety with it being so incredibly big, but you are taking it well. You pull the cock in your mouth out and turn your head. “Oh yes, yes. Fuck me, go for it!” Your encouragement is felt as you feel it go deeper and his cock starts to slide in and out faster. You are completely filled on both ends with your mouth and pussy being stretched to their natural limits, but the rush of pleasure mixed with a slight tinge of pain is surprisingly satisfying. “Yeah, take that black cock woman. Did you think it would be this good?” he asks leadingly.“I… oh my God… I never knew… I didn’t know black cock was THIS good!” His cock being pushed even deeper and with more thrust. He has already surpassed the best fucking you have ever had and you know there is more to come. “Yeah, suck that dick.” The one in front of you grabs the back of your head and begins to pump your mouth, not too deeply of course but you like that your mouth is getting fucked as well. You moan with both men taking advantage of both ends of your body. Your bed is starting to make a discernable squeak as your passion and the men’s fucking is being turned up. You pull your mouth off the cock to exclaim, “I love big black cock, I can’t believe how good you guys are fucking me!” The excitement of interracial sex washes over your entire body with a fever like you have never experienced. Their staggering endowment, their passion, the exotic blend of your skin colors and the taboo of having wild sex with two men so much younger than you give you a literal out of body experience. In the corner of your eye you see the reflection of you three and witness the mind-blowing eroticism of the picture you three are creating and you realize you have to cum. An astonishingly powerful and sudden orgasm that a few of seconds ago you had no ideal was coming. You simply tighten up and release it with both men plowing your mouth and pussy. Your screams and moans tell the story and many men would probably pause, giving everyone a chance to catch their breath. sarıyer escort The men simply switch places and renew their torrid ponding. You would protest if you didn’t enjoy what they were doing. The first man slips his cock in you and picks up where his partner was with even more power and speed. The one who had been fucking you simply rubs his cock teasingly all over your face. His huge cock spreading saliva and your pussy juice all over. You encourage him by sticking your tongue out for him to rub on too. Your pussy is still throbbing from your orgasm but the sensitive nerves being pounded by the black man’s cock simply makes it feel like it is continuing, the longest orgasm you have ever felt. “Put your mouth on that cock, girl” The man commands you. You fill your mouth with his amazing cock which has not lost a bit of its hardest since this began, neither of them has. For well over an hour, they have maintained the most powerful erections you have ever seen and felt. They are in a word; unbelievable. You feel your hips being gripped as the other fucks harder and harder. “Oh yes, yes. No mercy, show me no mercy.” You plead. His hand slaps your ass cheek, not hard or violently but the sting awakens a sensation and the combination of his penetration makes you realize you like it. “Again…again. Spank me!”He periodically gives your cheeks a smack, the sound and sensation is shocking to you, because while you feel so used and maybe slightly degraded, you also feel alive and sexy. You might be more mature than there two men but you want to be fucked like a younger woman. You want them to show you no caution because of you age or frankly because of your race. The other man now has a handful of your hair and is bobbing your head on his cock. He is not pulling hard enough to hurt you but he has complete control of how fast you are going up and down on his cock. Again, his aggression and dominance of you is arousing. Their actions are preceded by increasingly intense talk.“Take it white girl!” “Suck that big black cock woman!” Its nothing like you have ever experienced before and to your amazement, you cum again; hard and intense. What seems to last for 30 seconds, you collapse on the men. Physically spent and fighting for consciousness. Now they do give you mercy and give you a few minutes to collect yourself but even you don’t want it to stop. As you lay on the bed, they stand on each side, stroking their cocks and gazing upon you. When you announce you want more, the first man jumps on the bed and commands you to get on top of him. You get on your knees and throw your leg over him. You position your pussy right over his cock and ease down on it, still marveling on his length. Once his cock is mostly inside, you begin to ride his cock. Taking long slides up and down his ebony monster. With you easily fucking his cock, his partner gets on his knees behind you. You realize what is about to happen and you slow your thrust as he oils up your asshole and brings his cock to your other hole. You have never had two dicks inside you at the same time and in your wildest dreams you never envisioned they would be so big, or black for that matter, but in mere seconds the other managed his cock in your asshole and you were feeling the sensation of being double penetrated. Both cock filling each hole and each cock stretching the respective office it was penetrating. It wasn’t long before you are moaning like you have never done before and it was your turn to talk dirty.“Your cocks are fucking me so good! I love your black cock, oh my God!” The thrusts from each cock build in power and speed. The men are enjoying your body as well, freely getting their feels of your breasts and ass cheeks which you enjoy them groping and fondling. They are moaning in delight as you are doing more of the talking.“I can’t believe how long you black men can fuck! Its amazing! Such power and rhythm!” Your admiration doesn’t end there as you compliment their endowment and sexual technique. You worship them with your words as they continue to pound and pump your pussy and asshole. It is a relentless exhibition of lust and physicality. They never show you a bit of sympathy because of your age or the fact that you are white. Their fucking is torrid. You show them your appreciation by kissing both, hot and heavy with tongue. Leaning down to kiss the one under you and coming up to kiss the one in your ass. “Oh my God, I love interracial sex, it’s the best sex I have ever enjoyed!” When you praise them, it seems to give them more resolve to fuck you and they do whenever you praise them vocally.Their huge cocks, like a couple of ebony pistons working your ass and pussy over is making the loudest of sounds as you are clearly soaking wet and well lubed. You feel the familiar sensation of an orgasm building but you know it will probably be the last and you don’t want the fucking to end. It is still too amazing that you are in bed with these two young black studs and the fucking they are giving you. It is a powerful sensation to fight off a huge orgasm, your facial expression contorts as you are obviously struggling physically, being so well fucked and trying to stay control of your body. You reach back and grab the arm of the man fucking your ass as he is gripping your hip. Your other hand is on the chest of the man under you. It is hard and muscular. Your eyes are shut tight. You grit your teeth in a display that would make some people think you were in pain.They both continue to penetrate your pussy and asshole, with an astounding pace and drive. Their talented black cocks are like nothing you have ever experienced before. Your entire body is being rocked and you lose control. “Oh…oh…oh my God, oh my God! I’m cumming! I’m cumming! Your beautiful big black cocks are going to make me cum again! Three times! I’ve never came three times like this! 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Ich freute mich unendlich, sie gleich wieder leibhaftig sehen zu können. Via Skype hatten wir selbstverständlich regelmäßig Kontakt gehabt. Wir konnten uns sehen und hören, aber die Sehnsucht war dennoch riesig. Sie wieder in den Armen halten und ihre Wärme spüren zu können, darauf wartete ich jetzt voller Ungeduld. Die Zeit in der ich unterwegs war, konnten wir uns leider nicht berühren und spüren. Haben uns aber einfach gesagt was wir uns wünschen würden. Das ließ mich nicht kalt. Meine Erregung ist dadurch und durch meine Sehnsucht nach ihr angestiegen. Sie hatte es auch erregt zu wissen was ihre Wünsche mit mir tun. So berührten wir uns vor der Kamera was der andere sehen konnte. Es war für uns beide nicht peinlich, sondern sinnlich und erregend. Wir wollten die Zeit in der wir uns nicht wirklich berühren konnten trotzdem unserer Lust aufeinander nachgehen. Was blieb uns in der Zeit anderes übrig?Ich fuhr los. Von Tegel zu ihr würde ich nicht allzu lange brauchen. An diesem frühen Sonntagmorgen war die Stadt noch total verschlafen, die Straßen fast leer. Was würde mich gleich erwarten? Die Rosen neben mir dufteten herrlich und meine Sehnsucht wuchs. Sie hatte versprochen, ein besonderes Frühstück für mich vorzubereiten. Ich war gespannt, was mich erwarten würde. Ich dachte an sie, an ihr duftendes Haar, ihre sexy Kurven und ihre Brüste, die mich einfach verrückt machten. Ihr Po und ihre festen Schenkel, alles wollte ich jetzt spüren, jetzt berühren. Ich ertappte mich, wie ich während der Fahrt begann, mich im Schritt zu massieren, weil mich der Gedanke an sie so sehr erregte. Mein Penis war durch meine Gedanken schon hart und groß geworden und meine Selbstmassage wirkte, als würde ich ihn beruhigen und zur Geduld bringen wollen. Meine Sehnsucht nach einer richtigen Berührung und ihrem Körper wollte ich aber so nicht nachgeben, also konzentrierte mich wieder auf die Autofahrt. Gleich bin ich sowieso da und zuerst würde wohl das Frühstück auf mich warten.Ich hatte großen Appetit, doch mein Hunger, meine Lust auf sie war größer. Pfeif auf das Frühstück! Gleich werde ich sie einfach an mich reißen, sie küssen, wo immer ich sie küssen kann und ihr die Kleider vom Leib reißen. Ich hatte unendliche Lust auf sie, Lust auf Sex – wild, heiß und ungestüm. Gleich in der Tür werde ich versuchen sie mit meiner Lust anzustecken und alles nachholen, was wir per Skype nicht machen konnten.Direkt vor ihrem Haus fand ich zum Glück gleich einen Parkplatz. Schnell nahm ich meine Sachen und die Blumen. Ich ging ins Haus und stand nun vor ihrer Haustür. Ich wollte sie nicht lange in der Wohnung suchen, sondern, dass wir uns gleichzeitig Auge in Auge gegenüberstehen. Uns nicht gleich wieder im Alltag begegnen, sondern uns wirklich wieder willkommen heißen können. 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Ich spürte ihre Nässe auf meinem Bein und sie begann, ihre Muschi langsam und mit etwas Druck, über meinen Oberschenkel wandern zu lassen. Ich spannte meine Muskeln an und drückte mich ihr entgegen, so dass ich durch den dünnen Stoff ihres Höschens ihre Spalte fühlen konnte. Sie gab mir einen tiefen Zungenkuss und zerwühlte mein Haar. „Komm, ich will dich jetzt“, sagte ich bestimmt als der Kuss endete, aber sie lächelte nur und fing an, mit ihren Fingern an meinen Brustwarzen zu spielen. Wie kleine elektrische Stromstöße fühlten sich ihre Berührungen an und ich versuchte mit meinen Lippen, ihre harten Nippel, die sich aufreizend vor mir bewegten, zu erreichen.„Warte. Nicht so.“, sagte sie und stand auf. „Hast du im Flieger schon gegessen?“, fragte sie. Ich war ein wenig verwirrt. Was sollte jetzt diese Frage. „Äh, nein. 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Dabei goss sie sich Honig aus dem Glas über die Hand. „Schau mal!“ lenkte sie meine Aufmerksamkeit auf ihre Bewegungen der Hand. Mit langsamen Bewegungen rieb sie nun ihre Muschi mit dem Honig ein. Ihr Schamhaar glänzte und es gab leise, schmatzende Geräusche, während sie den goldenen Saft mit dem ihrem vermischte. Sie kam wieder auf mich zu, kletterte auf meine Schenkel und kniete sich rechts und links von mir auf die Armlehnen des Sessels. „Den Fick musst du dir erst verdienen!“ forderte sie mich heraus und schon presste sie mir ihre süße Spalte ins Gesicht. Ihr geiler Duft machte mich wild und ich fing unmittelbar an, sie zu lecken.Mit der Zunge spielte ich an ihrer Spalte, saugte den Honig und ihren Saft ein, drang in sie ein und verwöhnte ihre Klit. Heiß und nass lief mir das Gemisch aus Honig und die Feuchtigkeit ihrer Weiblichkeit in den Mund und von den Wangen zum Hals hinunter. Sie schmeckte heiß, gierig und süß. „Jaa! Das ist gut!“ schrie sie auf mit dem Kopf im Nacken. Sie presste meinen Kopf an sich. Ich saugte an ihr und ihr Schamhaar kitzelte in meiner Nase. Sie machte mich immer geiler und ich spürte, wie mein Schwanz immer härter wurde und pulsierte. Ich wollte ihn nehmen, kommen und ihn tief in meiner Freundin versenken, aber so gefesselt, wie ich war, hatte ich keine Chance.Währenddessen kreiste ihre nasse Spalte weiter vor meinem Gesicht und ihre Seufzer wurden immer schneller und lauter. Ihre Bewegungen wurden fordernder und intensiver. Über mir wippten ihre Brüste und ihre Nippel schienen immer größer und härter zu werden. Ihr Bauch verkrampfte sich und ließ ein traumhaftes Sixpack erscheinen. Schweißperlen rannen über ihre Haut. Sie drückte mich so an sich, dass ich kaum noch Luft bekam. Immer schneller rieb sie nun ihre Spalte an mir und stöhnte dabei auf. Ich spürte, wie ein Zittern durch ihren Körper wanderte und schließlich kam sie mit einem lauten: „Oh Gott!“Ihr ganzer Körper bebte, ihr Sixpack zitterte vor meinen Augen. Als sie in sich zusammensackte, ließ sie ihren weichen Busen an mein Gesicht entlang gleiten und ich konnte kurz ihre Nippel küssen. Sie drückte mir einen langen, feuchten Kuss auf den Mund, zog meinen Kopf an den Haaren zurück und saugte an meiner Kehle. Sie rutschte weiter herunter und biss nebenbei leicht in meine Nippel.„Oh Gott!“, brachte auch ich jetzt hervor. Gleich würde sie weiter rutschen und dann meinen Schwanz erreichen! Aber sie berührte ihn nur kurz. Wie ein Schlag durchfuhr es meinen Körper, aber ungeachtet dessen ließ sie sich weiter zu Boden sinken.Schwer atmend saß sie nun auf dem Boden genau vor mir. Ihre Beine waren entspannt von sich gestreckt. Sie holte tief Luft und genoss ihre Lust, die sie gerade erlebt hatte. Aber sie hatte immer noch mehr in sich, was sie ausleben wollte. Ihr Blick richtete sich nun direkt in meine Augen. Ich sah ein schelmisches und laszives Glitzern darin. şişli escort Ihre Hand legte sich auf ihren für mich gut sichtbaren Venushügel und ließ ihre Finger zu ihrer Vagina streichen. Sie begann ihre sensible und feuchte Vagina zu massieren und strich mit der anderen Hand sinnlich über ihren Körper.Nach Luft schnappend sah ich ihr zu und meine Hoden und mein Penis schmerzten vor unerfüllter Lust. Aber sie befreite mich noch immer nicht. Nein, sie saß nun vor mir auf dem Boden und masturbierte. Ihr Blick war nun fest auf meine Augen gerichtet. „Was gefällt dir besser?“, keuchte sie. „Skype oder das hier?“ Klare Sache! Das hier, wenn ich nur zu ihr könnte. Ihr Duft der in der Luft lag, die Nähe, die Wärme. Es machte mich wahnsinnig!„Das hier!“, schrie ich beinahe. „Aber ich komme ja noch immer nicht an dich ran! Mach mich bitte los!“ flehte ich förmlich, weil ich endlich mich in ihr versenken wollte. „Warte!“ hauchte sie aufs Neue sehr erregt, und sie schob sich genüsslich ihre Finger in die Scheide. Meine Lende schmerzte. Ich versuchte, durch Bewegungen des Beckens Erlösung zu bekommen, aber es half nichts. „Das ist geil, wie du dich windest!“ sagte sie in ihrer entflammten Geilheit. „Mach weiter. Das macht mich noch heißer!“ sagte ich ihr, als ich sie in ihren Bewegungen beobachtete. Ihre Hand bewegte sich schneller und ihre Augen verdrehten sich als sie spürte wie sich ihre Muskeln um ihre Finger zusammenzogen. Mit der freien Hand stützte sie sich nach hinten hin ab, während die andere nun ihre Klit verwöhnte.Ich sah, wie ihre Nässe über ihre Finger auf den Boden tropfte, wie ihre Augen nur noch weiß und pupillenlos in meine Richtung blickten. Ich hörte ihr Stöhnen und atmete weiter ihren Duft ein. Ich zerrte an den Fesseln, es schmerzte und ich kam einfach nicht los. Mir lief der Saft aus meinem Schwanz und ich wollte, dass sie ihn ableckt und ich endlich irgendwie, irgendwo in sie abspritzen konnte. Wieder verkrampfte sich ihr weiblicher Bauch zu einem Sixpack und wieder stöhnte sie ihr lautes „Mein Gott!“ heraus, als sie zum zweiten Mal mit explosiver Wucht kam.Verschwitzt hingen ihre Haare in Strähnen über ihr Gesicht, aus dem sie mich jetzt wie eine wilde Katze ansah. Wie eine Katze kam sie nun auch auf allen Vieren auf mich zu und schnurrte ein leises: „Und nun zu dir.“ Sie strich mit ihrer Mähne über mein linkes Bein. Angefangen vom Knöchel, über das Knie und den Oberschenkel. Kurz vor meinem bebenden Ständer stoppte sie. Ich spürte ihren Atem auf meinem Schwanz und schrie auf. Ich wurde irre. „Nimm ihn in den Mund!“ Doch wieder leckte sie nur kurz über ihn. „Wenn du jetzt abspritzt, dann gibt es heute nichts mehr zu essen“ belehrte sie mich grinsend und strich nun mit einer Hand von der Innenseite meines Schenkels, über den Hoden und weiter über meinen Schwanz, bis sie seine Spitze mit Daumen und Zeigefinger erreichte. Sie nahm den Liebestropfen, der sich gerade bildete, zwischen die Finger, strich ihn über meine Eichel und zog dann beide Finger auseinander. Es bildete sich ein dünner Faden, den sie schmatzend mit ihrer Zunge aufnahm. „Du bist wirklich scharf auf mich, was?“Ich riss an der Fesselung und stieß ihr mit meinem Glied entgegen, die Hoden schmerzten und mein Schwanz war prall und steinhart. „Dann wollen wir dich mal erlösen.“ Ihre Lippen fuhren knapp an meinem Ständer vorbei, ihre Zunge strich über meinen Bauch und mit einem „Hmmmh“ leckte sie die letzten Reste von Honig und ihrer Feuchtigkeit von meinem Hals und aus meinem Gesicht. Ihr nasser Busch berührte zag meinen Schaft und sie ließ ihre heiße Spalte sehr langsam über ihn hinweg streichen. Ich wollte in sie eindringen, erreichte sie aber nicht. Sie zog sich zurück und ließ meinen pulsierenden Penis wieder allein.Wieder vor mir kniend, löste sie endlich meine Fußfesseln. Als sie dabei war meine Hände zu befreien, sagte sie zu mir: „Du bleibst jetzt noch solange sitzen, bis ich dir ein Zeichen gebe, ja?“ Ich wollte nicht, stimmte aber fast kleinlaut zu. Nun ging sie langsam zu dem Tisch und schob alles beiseite, um etwas Platz zu schaffen. In dem Spiegel hinter dem Tisch sah ich sie und sie mich. Lächelnd beugte sie sich über die Tischplatte und stützte sich auf ihre Ellenbogen. Ihr Hintern wackelte vor meinen Augen und als sie ihre Beine etwas spreizte, hatte ich wieder freien Blick auf ihre nasse Grotte, die sich inzwischen einladend öffnete.„Fick mich!“, kam ihr Zeichen und ich schnellte augenblicklich auf. Ich packte ihren Arsch mit den Händen und konnte meinen Schwanz sofort hart und tief in sie pressen. „Aaaah“, stöhnte sie auf und lag den Kopf in den Nacken. Ich sah ihren offenen Mund, ihre geschlossenen Augen und ihre schwingenden Brüste im Spiegel vor uns. Ich griff ihre Hüfte und wie von Sinnen drang ich immer wieder schnell und hart in sie ein. Ihre Grotte war wunderbar heiß und tief. Mit jedem Stoß hörte ich sie stöhnen, was mich noch mehr erregte. Sie hatte mich mit dem Vorspiel so stark erregt, dass ich jetzt nur noch Erlösung wollte. Als sie mich jetzt noch an den Hoden packte, entlud ich mich mit aller Gewalt und flutete sie mit meinem Sperma.Meine Hoden zuckten, mein Schwanz schien auseinander zu bersten. Mit pumpenden Bewegungen meines Beckens schoss ich meinen Samen heraus. „Ja! Spritz ab! Oh, ja!“ Sie war einfach nur geil!Als der letzte Tropfen endlich in ihr war, sank ich erschöpft auf ihren Rücken und küsste sie in den Nacken. So lagen wir halb stehend eine Weile zusammen und streichelten uns sanft über unsere verschwitzen Körper. Mein Schwanz schrumpfte langsam in ihr und ich merkte, wie mit ihm Sperma aus ihr herausfloss.Sie sagte einem Lachen: „Das fühlte sich an, wie ein Hochdruckstrahl. Und ich hab‘ richtig gefühlt, wie dein Schwanz jede Ladung abgeschossen hat. Das war schön.“„Wie geht’s dir?“ fragte sie mich. Mein Hirn war leer, ich war leer, aber unheimlich glücklich und befriedigt. „Ich dachte ich sterbe oder implodiere, aber es war geil! Ich hatte dich so vermisst!“ „Das habe ich gerade gespürt!“„War doch eine tolle Spontanaktion, was?“, fragte sie mich glücklich und befriedigt. „Spontan?“ war meine Frage. „Ja, du warst über Skype schon so heiß, dass ich spürte, wie dich deine Geilheit bei mir antreiben würde. Aber nach so langer Zeit war mir auch meine angestaute Lust einfach zu schade für einen schnellen Quicky! Heute früh kam mir dann spontan die Idee und ich dachte, ein ausgedehnter Höhepunkt täte uns beiden gut. Für mich war es das jedenfalls.“ erklärte sie mir. „Allerdings“ stimmte ich ihr zu. „Ein Quicky wäre wirklich das Falsche gewesen.“„So, jetzt lass uns aber mal wirklich richtig frühstücken, ich brauche wieder etwas Kraft. Ich könnte mir vorstellen wie wir den restlichen Tag auch so ähnlich nutzen könnten.“ grinste sie mich zwinkernd an. „Ich hoffe, du kannst mir wieder dabei helfen!“ Oh, ja. Das konnte ich.

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It was decades ago when I was in my early 20’s. I was in county again. Just 10 days which doesn’t sound like much, but in my line of work, that meant I wasn’t making money. I was concerned as rent looked like it might be late, and my land lord wasn’t trading favors for funds now that his wife had learned what I did for a living.

I met a gal out on the yard, and we got to talking. My need for some fast cash came up, and she suggested I get hold of Stan. Stan’s agency booked bachelor parties all over the state, and the money could be very good. She pointed that there would also the opportunity to meet men who could still be good for money months or years after the bachelor party ended if you knew how to work things. I knew.

I called. Stan wouldn’t talk to me on the phone. Face to face was how he did business and if I was interested, I needed to go there. “No use wasting time until I’ve had a chance to check out the merchandise,” he explained. He gave me his address and times he might be there then he hung up.

I needed the cash so I went. I didn’t expect a lavish office and I wasn’t surprised when it was a bit of a toilet. Located upstairs from an out of business pawn shop, Stan’s office was filled with older but serviceable furniture and not much else. I was in front of him for less than 3 minutes before he told me to do a little dance and take off my blouse.

“Dancing needs some work, but great tits.” was all he said when I was done.

He asked me to show him the rest – meaning I had to get completely naked – and he seemed to like what I had to offer. Stan motioned me to sit down so we could talk and told me not to get dressed. He said he wanted to “see how comfortable and open” I was being naked.

To further the discussions, I had read and sign a piece of paper that said I was over 18, legal to work in the state, and that I wasn’t a cop before he would go further. He didn’t ask for anything in the way of ID to confirm my age, but he did ask for my clothing and purse and checked both for a recording device before he started talking. I’d been warned about this part, so I left my cash and anything else worth stealing at home.

Stan laid out his business plan and how I would fit in it. The deal was that for a two-hour bachelor party gig his price was $600 for two girls. He took all but $100 for each girl and provided a bodyguard for us. He said if I was friendly, I could pick up another $600 or more on a good night. (This was way more than a month’s rent back then.) He didn’t say what friendly meant and I didn’t have to ask.

Stan said I’d do two parties a month or more if he got good feedback, and there were other opportunities for things like poker games, birthday parties, and such. He didn’t say anything about one-on-one dates, but I heard he arranged a lot of those too.

Stan made it clear he wasn’t looking for drama or trouble makers. If he heard something bad, I’d be gone. No second chances. Be on time. Be sober. Be ready to work and willing to earn the money the men would be throwing at me.

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Wrapping up, Stan said, “Was I interested or otherwise there was the fucking door.” It was his summary statement to close the deal. Stan was a man of few words.

I didn’t’ have to think about it. I’d been busted twice recently trying to drum up business on my own, and both times I’d been without someone who would bail me out of jail. I didn’t want a pimp, but I needed someone on my side. I told him I was ready.

He nodded his head to acknowledge he’d heard me, then glanced down meaningfully at the empty space in front of his chair. I knew what I needed to do to seal the deal and that I wouldn’t been the first woman kneeling on that carpet. (Again, my friend from jail had warned me.)

A year ago, I would have spit in the guy’s face and just split if I’d been given an ultimatum like this, but times had changed, so I assumed the position. I knew how to get it over with quick – and he didn’t take long. He made a point of cumming in my mouth without warning- which was an asshole move – but didn’t surprise me.

When I was done, he said I needed to meet my partner. He gave ‘Lucy’ a call and asked her to come by. She must have been tipped off before I got there that she would be summoned, as I was still gargling when she hit the front door.

Lucy was Latina – older than me but still a young woman. Lots of miles on her though – you could see it in her eyes. This was before the style was for Latina girls to have big asses and big tits – she was thin but attractive. Just a few inches taller than me, with pretty brown eyes and jet-black hair. She was wearing a short skirt and thin blouse with no bra beneath and the kind of shoes that told me when she wasn’t dancing for Stan she was on the streets hustling. We were simpatico, Lucy and I.

Stan introduced us, said Lucy knew the ropes and asked her to take me through it all. He left then, taking his cash box with him. He didn’t want to kocaeli escort bayan be there to hear details. I knew it made it easier to deny things.

I often found women in the business could be bitchy to each other. At some level, we competed for the same entertainment dollar. Lucy was sweet though. She complimented me on my hair, said my body was smoking hot and told me I could get dressed.

When it came to the work though, she didn’t pull any punches and was no nonsense about what we would be doing. She said she’d been doing this for a few years and had things down pretty good to maximize tips.

She said she liked to start out with something scripted and kind dramatic to get everyone’s attention and focus them in. It was a party after all, and if you didn’t, men would be off getting beers and shooting the shit – you needed them crowded around so you could be the center of attention.

She explained that she liked to start off with some costumes and do a scene. Something hokey enough that you didn’t have to be a real actress to pull it off, but still horny enough that it would keep their attention even if they didn’t buy into your act for a second. She had a few of those scenes worked out and had the costumes and everything. There were pauses and prompts built into the act to encourage tipping too.

After the scene, we would lighten things up with some dancing and stripping and flirting. Get to know the men and get them interested in seeing more. Then we’d get down on the floor and get nasty.

Lucy said when it came to anything we did together, she was always going to be the top. She was a lesbian and good at it. When we interacted, she said I should be submissive. Let her take the lead – even act like I hadn’t done a woman before. Men ate that shit up.

She smiled then and said “when I eat your pussy, I’m going to do it right. Men liked to see a girl popping off, and I’m going to make that happen for you.” She smiled when she said that. She also told me that if she should happen to squat over my face, I should be prepared to give her cunt a going over, but otherwise I was there “to be spread not fed. Just make sure to squirm enough that the men get off on what they were seeing.”

After that she explained that when the girl-on-girl action was over, we might take a break, but more likely it was back to working the crowd, this time with an eye to seeing who would be interested in some extracurricular activity. If I “wasn’t open to giving up some head or tail for cash this wasn’t going to be the right job for me.”

Lucy watched my eyes the entire time she spoke, looking for a sign of panic. A frown. A flinch. I didn’t have to tell her that I’d done worse. My lack of response said it all, but I told her I was down and looked forward to working with her. She smiled and said she felt like we’d be making good money soon.

She helped me put on my coat and locked up on our way out. At the street, we shared a hug and we went our separate ways, but I knew I was in.

I didn’t hear from Stan immediately, which had me concerned as rent was due soon, but I got the call two days later. His brief instructions were “Meet at the office. Expect the night will be a late one. ” (He assumed that I was a single mother needing to arrange childcare. Most of my coworkers were.)

I knew this was a test and that Stan was fucking with me a bit, but I got my shower, shaved my legs, pits and naughty bits, powdered & perfumed to make it worth paying for and was there by the appointed time.

Stan said he would provide us with a male chaperone to keep us safe and hold the money during times when we were entertaining, and he really delivered. Gerald was the biggest man I had ever met. He was maybe 6’3 and 250 pounds. When he said he’d played ball in school and I believed him. Tall, heavy and intimidating already, he showed me his knife and the handgun in his shoe that added to the feeling of menace that he inspired. He explained that at one of these parties, some men got so drunk that they didn’t listen when you said no, but no one ignored a weapon in their face.

We got in the car and headed out to the edge of town. The party was in this big house that was out on its own. Not really a farm but it felt like farmland. Lots of cars – mostly pick-up trucks but also some nice sedans and even a few sports cars.

It was after 9 when we arrived and we had been expected at 8. Lucy told me that was always how it was – build the anticipation. Lucy had worn a tight pair of jeans and a barely there top, and I had worn something similarly revealing. We strolled through the house attracting attention – two half-dressed sluts in a house full of men – and then slid into a bedroom that had been assigned as our changing room and party parlor.

Gerald didn’t join us. He was out giving guys the “ground rules” which included rules on unwelcoming touching, abusive behavior, the need to tip, and the absence of photography or video izmit escort bayan equipment. (This all happened before cell phones had cameras.)

Inside the bedroom, we found we weren’t alone. Along with Lucy and I, there was the groom and the best man. The men didn’t offer to step outside while we disrobed, and we didn’t ask them. Giving the groom a preview show wasn’t uncommon I guess, as Lucy was flirty and friendly as she dropped her duds.

We did lines courtesy of the best man while Lucy and I changed into our costumes. She made a point of putting her ass in his face when she bent down to snort some coke, and then playfully turned around so his nose was maybe two inches away from the runway sculpted pubes on her cunt. I hadn’t seen her naked until they did, and I was impressed at the kind of goods she had brought to the table.

The men liked what they saw as I wiggled into a school girl skirt and blouse but seemed confused when Lucy pulled on a pair of slacks and a button-down collared shirt with necktie. They blushed a bit when Lucy pulled a dildo out of her bag and coated it with a thin layer of lube, then tucked it into her pants. I felt their eyes go back to me as I was trying to keep my blouse buttons from popping open while strapping on my heels.

Soon enough it was showtime.

To put this all together for you, I’ll explain that Lucy had dressed as a male teacher and I dressed like a school girl. The “scene” was that we were engaged in a simple negotiation. I was a bad student that needed a good grade. Lucy was the teacher who held all the power but was willing to up her grade if she was down for some sex. Bottom line: If I wanted to turn my F into a B, I’d need to suck his D and take it in the A. This scene had been in a dozen porn movies and was probably a fantasy of any teacher.

I had been good enough in drama in high school to earn some big roles and had some personal experience to draw on regarding getting teachers to change grades, so I gave a passable performance. Lucy was truly terrible playing a teacher looking for student body, but the crowd didn’t give a shit. The moment that big rubber penis Lucy had hidden in her pants made its entrance, the audience was totally into it.

I did my best and not having rehearsed the scene before hand seemed to help make it better. My skirt was way too short, and my blouse was too tight. The rubber cock was too big to fit comfortably into a hole that I hadn’t lubed enough. If the crowd was looking to see a young woman being violated and degraded by her teacher for a grade, they got their moneys worth. The men did shots, smoked dope and cheered teacher on while I was made to suck, fuck, and take it in the ass. Things got rowdy.

When the opening act was done, we were in various states of naked, but the remnants of the costumes were less than sexy out of context. We announced we’d be taking a quick break. The boys had been throwing bills all over the place during the final minutes when Lucy was working to get that final few inches to fit, so Gerald and Lucy pitched in to gather the money while I did my best not to drop a duce from my stretched-out anus while I made a run for the restroom.

Back in our dressing room/changing room, we enjoyed several more lines courtesy of the best man who had dropped any pretext at all of being a gentleman. When Lucy went down for a snort, she almost blew it off the mirror when he reached down to pet her kitty, and I took his hand off my ass and placed it on my tit so that I wouldn’t be similarly violated in the vagina as I sucked down a few kickers of cocaine.

The boorish actions of the best man weren’t out of line with the general mood that had developed outside with the other revelers. Over the course of the show, Lucy and I had been pinched, fondled and manhandled while we were working the crowd to the point that Gerald openly admonished one of the men with a grab of the arm and threat of a backhand. It felt unsafe and had been glad that Gerald was there.

After a few lines of cocaine and a few drinks from our candy man’s whisky bottle, I felt rejuvenated enough to slide into my lingerie. (Lucy had dressed while I was enjoying the whiskey and coke.) While I changed, Lucy thanked our best man for his drugs by giving him a hand job and making him cum into a shot glass. It was a terrific professional move – I knew she’d be using that shot glass as part of our act later – and also satiated the man enough that he stopped molesting us long enough so we could get ready for our next scene. He didn’t even object when we cut our own fat lines out of his stash before returning to the living room.

We were at the point in the evening where we did the classical stripper stuff. Dancing was easy. Find a face, aim your ass or tits at it, and shake. Drop the undies slowly – teasing along the way. Keep things moving. Do outrageous things like put your nipple in their ears whenever you can. Also, give the gebze escort groom lots of attention by doing things like playing with his zipper and putting your hands down his pants. Collect dollars and turn up the heat whenever there’s a lull in the giving.

I had never worked a crowd like this before, but it was easy enough to find men willing to put dollar bills in your bra or panties for a quick feel.

About $300 in, Lucy whispers in my ear that it’s time to lie down and take things to the next level. We start dancing together and she pulls me in for a French kiss that starts a pornographic make-out session with lots of wrapped tongues, tugged nipples and hide the fingers action. Soon enough she’s got me on the ground with legs open wide and she’s got two fingers in. Dollar bills are raining down on us, the one’s quickly turning into bigger bills when her mouth replaces her fingers.

I stop counting money in my head for a while as she goes to work on my pussy. She wasn’t lying about being good with her tongue. Deep thick tongue licks on top, deep probing into my cunt, and periodic pokes in my pooper to keep me in the moment. Soon enough I’m a puppet under her control and she’s playing me like a fiddle. I can hear men cheering through the fog of my emerging orgasm, but it’s hard to care. Sometimes a bill floats down on my body just to remind me I’m supposed to be working but mostly it’s just Lucy eating me like she’s trying to chew her way to China. She was true to her word – it was hard to stay professional when she had me ready to cum and was relentless about coaxing the juices out of me.

Finally, I came back to my senses and realize that Lucy has removed her face from between my thighs, and I find her soon squatting over my face as I lay on the carpet. I did my part to return the attention I’ve been given and use my fingers to spread her sex so that the audience could watch my tongue tease her sex. I didn’t even realize it, but as I go to work my other hand slid down to my pussy and pretty soon I am masturbating myself while I work to get Lucy off. The men seem to love the effort. Dollar bills started to rain down along with cheers and profane instructions like “lick her ass” and “eat it bitch.”

It got intense. The men were crowded around us tightly. Their hands went everywhere, and we had men sucking on us titties to toes. They were rolling around on the ground in the money with us.

It got to be so much that I got a bit paranoid about not just my payday but also my safety. Crowds of horny, drunken men could be dangerous, I knew, and things were getting out of control quickly. The commentary went beyond sexual to crude. Someone started a chant of “piss in her mouth” and I felt a man’s naked penis touch my leg. Finally, Gerald made his way into the crowd, acting like he was just helping to collect the money but also using his body to push the men away from Lucy and I. Lucy had experienced enough too. She moved this scene to an end by pretending to cum on my face before collapsing beside me.

It took a few minutes to crawl around and gather up cash that was all over the floor. Lots of ones. A few 20’s. Tens and fives here and there. The bodyguard Gerald showed me a thick stack of cash he’s already collected when I handed him the wad. It looked like it would be a good night. Lucy and I locked eyes for a moment and she gave me a wink. It was time for us to switch gears.

I slid into the bedroom for a moment and grabbed the shot glass full of cum that Lucy had sat aside on the window sill after jerking off the best man. I showed it around. Men knew what it was – but when one man said he thought it looked fake, I offered him a taste if he wasn’t sure. Lots of laughter there.

I acted like I was going to take the shot, then backed off, giving the crowed the eye. Lucy was prepared to tell the crowd that tips would get the job done, but that wasn’t necessary. The bills came out and were dropping like a blizzard for a bit. Finally, I saw the contributions slow to a trickle and new it was time to make a move.

I put the shot glass to my lips and acted like I was going to throw back the shot again, but then Lucy grabbed the shot away and knocked it back. Some cheers. A few boos from men who seemed to like my young white ass more than Lucy’s young brown one. We weren’t finished though, as Lucy held the load in her mouth and reached over. We shared a big, wet kiss with lots of tongue and lots of swapping. Finally, we both swallowed whatever was in our mouths then bent into a final bow as the men cheered and clapped. This was the “climax” to our evening’s organized entertainment, designed as it was to leave men wanting more. We didn’t leave though. That would have been leaving money on the table.

We were both naked other than our heels, and we took a few minutes to razz the groom for a few minutes, asking him for a big kiss (which he wouldn’t give as our mouths were still shiny from male spunk) and reminding him that he was seeing more boobs at once now than he’d see again for the rest of his married life. After that, we split up a bit and worked the crowd, and soon enough I saw Lucy walking hand in hand with a man into the bedroom. There was little doubt she was off to do business.

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© 2017 Chloe Tzang. All rights reserved. The author asserts a moral right to be identified as the author of this story. This story or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the author except for the use of brief quotations in a review.

Well, okay, this one’s a kind of First Time Romance (?) written for the 2017 April Fool’s Day competition. As always with my stories, it’s not a short one — it’s around 11 LIT pages so be warned before you start reading. That said, of course it’s worth reading. LOL. And ratings and comments are, as always, more than welcome. I do hope you enjoy …. Chloe

* * * Fingerprints on my Heart * * *

I feel the fingerprints

That you left on my heart

You played a game of love

And then you said we had to part

You left me all alone

And as the teardrops start

I feel the fingerprints

Of sorrow on my heart

Fingerprints on my Heart, Patsy Cline

* * *

“Hi Kylie,” he says as I walk in to the restaurant with my parents. He’s right in front of us with his wife.

I blush and say “Hi” back. I wish I could think of something else to say but words desert me. With him they always do. Not with my boyfriend, not with anyone else. Just with him.

I have a crush on him. A totally major crush.

His name’s Nick. He’s thirty four. He’s married. He has two young children. I’m eighteen and I’m a freshman at College and, well, I know what this thing I have for him is. I’m eighteen and I’m supposed to be an adult but this is a teenage girl’s crush on an older guy kind of thing and I don’t care. It’s a crush. I know that. It won’t last forever but right now, my feelings for him are so intense. I can’t stop thinking about him. Fantasizing about him and me. I know it’s a fantasy, I know I’m being ridiculous but still, he’s just so hunky and every time I see him I want to melt all over him.

Some of my friends have had crushes like this. Some about guys our age. Some over an older guy. One or two have even had crushes over a married man. I’ve seen them. I’ve laughed at them, I’ve sympathized with them. I’ve sat there while they cried on my shoulder. If I tell them how I feel about Nick, it’ll be my turn for my friends to laugh at me. Maybe they’ll sympathize with me. Maybe not. If I tell them. I’m not going to though, because I know this is silly and nothing will ever come of it and I’ll look like an idiot having a crush on a guy that’s almost twice my age.

I’d laugh at myself as well except whenever I see him I want to stand so close to him. My heart pounds. My cheeks flush. I’m breathless. I can’t take my eyes off him. It’s ridiculous, I know. I can’t help it. Its teenage hormones or something, I swear. But it’s not like there’s a pill for hormones. Not for these ones anyhow. What’s worse is that I have a boyfriend and he doesn’t make me feel like this at all. I wish he did, but he doesn’t and really, it’s a little disappointing.

Tonight, we’re out at a restaurant as part of a large family group and Nick is there. My boyfriend isn’t. I didn’t ask him. He’d have been bored coz it’s a friend of the family birthday dinner thing. My family, other families, family friends. That kind of get together. Nick’s family are friends with mine, have been for years. I’ve babysat for him and his wife. That’s how I know him so well. I’ve known him for years, all my life really, but this crush thing only started recently. It’s weird.

We’re all swapping seats throughout the meal, moving around, talking, laughing. Halfway through I sit down next to him. He flirts with me. I smile. I giggle at his jokes. His eyes meet mine and then, very deliberately, very slowly, unseen by anyone else, he places his hand on my leg under the table.

Just above my knee.

We both look at his hand. My heart jumps. Pounds. Races. My cheeks are burning. I glance back at him. Our eyes meet. Neither of us says anything. I don’t remove his hand. I don’t move my leg. I don’t do anything at all. He too does nothing, except in his case, doing nothing means his hand remains exactly where he placed it. On my leg. I’m wearing a skirt. A short pleated skirt and his hand isn’t on my skirt. It’s on my leg between the hem and my knee and I’m not wearing pantyhose or leggings or anything else that covers me.

His fingers burn into my skin. He starts talking to someone on the other side of the round table. His hand remains where he’s placed it. I do nothing. I sit there and his hand on me, unmoving, is the most sensual thing that’s ever happened to me in my entire life. I can barely breathe for the excitement that’s sweeping through me. My skin flushes, burns, tingles. I sit there, quite still, not quite trembling but I’m limp with excitement and if there was no-one else here besides him and me, I’d moan out loud. He glances back to me. We look at each other. My face burns.

He kocaeli escort smiles. He’s still smiling as his hand moves higher, slowly stroking my leg, out of sight under the tablecloth now. Now I move. Not to remove his hand though. Instead, I lean in towards the table, flick the tablecloth up to cover my legs, rest my elbows on the table just so as to make sure no-one can see. I’m so excited. His hand slides higher, it’s brushing the hem of my skirt now and my skirt isn’t a long one. His fingers are on the skin of my inner thigh and I’m mesmerized. Enthralled. Shaking.

Higher. His hand moves higher.

It’s not a tight skirt. That’s what makes what happens next so easy to happen. His hand slides under my skirt. My heartbeat is frantic as his fingers almost brush my panties. Again and again. My knees twitch a little apart. Further apart. I’m making more room for his hand, for his fingers to brush the soft skin of my inner thighs. My cheeks are pink. With trembling hands, I sip on someone else’s wine to make an excuse for the pink. My nipples are swollen, hard, aching. I’m melting inside the way I do in my bed at night when I’m fantasizing about him. This isn’t a fantasy though and I know my panties are wet.

I’m so wet.

Even wetter than when I fantasize about him at night because this isn’t a fantasy and it’s his hand and it’s under my skirt and I’m dying here. I’m disappointed when his wife joins us, she smiles at me. I smile back, not feeling guilty at all that his hand is under my skirt as I smile at her. I’m disappointed when his hand eases from me. I’m disappointed but I’m not really surprised. Why should I be? She’s his wife, not me. It wouldn’t be good if she saw where his hand was.

It doesn’t happen again, even after his wife moves off to talk to someone else. He smiles at me but his hand doesn’t return. When we’re leaving, he smiles at me but he says nothing other than the usual inanities. How could he? His wife’s next to him. I smile back, still flushed, still excited. Still wet with that overwhelming excitement. They tease me about my pink cheeks.

My Dad asks me if I’ve been drinking. He’s laughing at me. “You’ve got your Mom’s Asian no-alcohol genes, Kylie,” he says.

I giggle, thinking that no, it’s not the no-alcohol genes, it’s another set of genes entirely that are kicking in to turn my cheeks pink. The same genes that kicked in years ago to set my Chinese Mom chasing my very Caucasian Dad. When I look at Nick, I know exactly which genes those are. They’re the genes that tell a girl that she needs to find a man like Nick. Nick’s successful, he’s fit, and he’s handsome in a rugged kind of a way. I know I have the teenage crush thing to end all teenage crush things on him. Nick laughs. I think he knows it too. I wonder if he’ll do anything about it. I hope he will. I’m going to do my best to help things along.

Nick does say one more thing to me just before all of us head for home. We’re in the parking lot next to the restaurant, everyone’s talking loudly. He walks across to where I’m standing by Dad’s car. Waiting. He’s smiling. “Did you enjoy this evening, Kylie?”

I smile back. I’m blushing, thinking of his hand under my skirt. Touching me. Almost touching me where I’ve never let my boyfriend touch me. Where I think I would have let Nick touch me if no-one else had been there. Where he touches me in my fantasies about him. Except tonight wasn’t a fantasy. “Yes,” I reply.

“Everything?” He raises an eyebrow. I love the way he does that.

I giggle. My cheeks flush pink all over again. “Especially everything.”

“Well, you should drop by my office on your way home from college sometime,” he says. “I’d love to see you. Just you and me.” He smiles. I smile back, saying nothing. My heartbeat is frantic.

My parents join us, there’s no time for him to say anything else just to me but my mind is a whirl. My mind is still whirling all the way home. He’s asked me to drop by? He’s interested in me? But he’s married. Do I care? So many thoughts, all of them confused, mixed in together, formless. His hand on my thigh. Stroking me. I close my eyes and I feel his fingers on me.

Later, at home, in my bed, I’m still thinking. I can’t stop. His hand on my leg, stroking, stroking all the way up under my skirt, so high, almost touching me. I’ve touched myself before, I know what my own fingers feel like but his? They felt so different. Heart-stoppingly different. I’m breathing faster just thinking about it.

Tonight I have to touch myself. I need to or I’ll be awake all night fantasizing about his hand under my skirt. I don’t do this very often but when I do, it’s because I’m hot about a guy. It’s funny, but I’ve never done this while I’ve been thinking about my boyfriend. It’s always been some other guy. A couple of months ago it was this lecturer at College. Tonight, it’s Nick that has me all steamed up. I undress, take a quick shower, climb naked between kocaeli escort bayan the sheets, closing my eyes, my hands sliding over my thighs. I’m remembering Nick’s hand there, touching me and it’s so recent that it’s easy to recall.

My recall is vivid. It’s almost like Nick’s hand is stroking me there now, high on my inner thigh. My other hand moves upwards and I’m imagining it’s his, sliding over my stomach, onto my breasts, stroking my nipples, teasing them to a rubbery firmness that I like, down over my ribs to my stomach and back up to my breasts again, rolling my nipples between thumb and forefinger. The fingers of my other hand brush my thighs, the soft skin of my inner thighs. I part my legs the way I’d part them for Nick, slowly, my knees edging apart.

Wider apart. My hand strokes, my fingers tease my labia, my hips jerk at my own touch and if it were his fingers there, I’d moan out loud. My fingertips brush lightly. I think of Nick’s fingers touching me there and my lips swell, they moisten, they’re wet and slippery as I brush across my entrance, circling, teasing. My other hand runs across my breasts, my nipples, moving from one to the other, backwards and forwards and I wish it were him doing that to me.

Not my boyfriend’s hand. Nick’s hand. I want Nick touching me like this. I want Nick’s hand exploring my body, revealing my body for his eyes to see. I’d like that. I’d like to be naked for Nick. I push my sheet and duvet aside and now I’m lying naked on my bed and I spread my legs wider apart, exposing myself. If Nick were here, he’d be beside me and I’d be lying like this before his eyes. I’m breathing hard now, fingers stroking my slippery labia, my knees spread wide apart as I close my eyes and imagine him next to me, looking down at me.

He’d see me like this, on my back. His hand would brush and touch my nipples like this. His hand would caress my skin, circle on my stomach, slip down to stroke my inner thighs; touch me tenderly where I’m now so swollen and wet. His fingertips would run through my sparse pubic fluff. They’d slip down and touch me … here! I gasp as I slide my fingers downwards, as I press one finger inwards, feel myself part easily as my fingertip presses inwards.

I sigh as my fingertip finds my entrance while my thumb brushes backwards and forwards across my clitoris. Little ripples shudder through my body as I picture Nick touching me like this. His finger, not mine. My fingertip slides inwards, slides inside me, I’m touching myself inside and it’s good but if it was Nick’s finger it would be so much more exciting. Just thinking about Nick doing this to me is more exciting. I’m sobbing now, excited little noises as I slide my finger in and out, simulating what a man would do to me.

Now I want more. My other hand leaves my nipples, slides down. One hand concentrates on my sex, the other hand circles my clitoris and this is even better. I roll over, face down on my bed, my face buried in my pillow to muffle the noises I’m making as my fingers move. I wish it were his fingers doing to me what I’m doing to myself, inside me, rubbing and gently stroking in and out while the fingertips of my other hand roll across my swollen clitoris, massaging myself as my orgasm draws closer and closer.

I think of Nick doing to me what I’m doing to myself. I would, I’d let him do this to me in an instant. There’d be no resistance, no refusal, I’d willingly let him do this to me and I know it would be so good. Him and me. Together. Naked. I try to imagine that. It’s exciting. My boyfriend wants me to touch him, touch his cock, but I never have. I’ve always said no. I think I’d touch Nick’s.

My fingers work faster. I close my eyes tight and my hips are moving. My finger inside me is sliding in and out. Nick’s cock in my hand. My heart’s pounding now. Beating like a drum. He’s in me. His cock in me where my finger is in me. I’m sure that would feel really good and I think I’d do it with him if he wanted me to.

“Oh Christ, yes …yes … ohhh yes….” I would. I would. Yes, yes I would.

“Ooohhhh.” It is. My orgasm, it washes through me and it’s a good one.

“Oooohhhhhh yes … yes ….. yes…” I cry out rapturously, hips jerking, my sex spasming around my finger and it’s a wonderful feeling. Somehow, I think it would be even more wonderful if it was Nick doing this to me. I think it would feel even more exciting and wonderful than this. I know it would.

Afterwards, it doesn’t take me long before I fall asleep but when I do, I dream of him.

* * *

It’s the Friday of the following week. March the thirty first. I’m walking home from college through the city center. It’s almost five and I know where Nick works. This has been in my mind all week. It’s not like I don’t know him well, but I’ve never been to his work before. I could have visited him earlier in the week but each time I walked into the ground floor foyer of the building he works izmit escort in, my courage has failed me. This morning, I told myself that today was the day. I was really going to drop by his office this time. I picked my clothes with flirting in mind.

Actually, I’ve been doing that all week. Every morning. Today I’m wearing s short pleated black skirt that’s almost a miniskirt but long enough that no, it’s not. Underneath I’m wearing lacey black French short panties that are slit almost to the waistband on either side. They’re very loose and very sexy. They’re the sexiest panties I own and just knowing I’m wearing them has been exciting me all day.

My top is a long sleeved black silk shirt that buttons. I’m not wearing anything beneath it. I wore a bra to college, but I took it off before I left and it’s in my bag. I daydream of Nick touching my boobs. It’s not going to happen, I know, but it’s exciting to walk towards his office dressed like this and thinking of flirting with him. If I was by myself, I’d touch myself. I’m that worked up and on edge.

Flirting with Nick. That’s what I’ve been thinking of all day as I sat through my classes at college. What to say to him. How to respond. I’m not sure what to say to Nick but I know what guys say to me when they’re interested. My boyfriend’s been good practice. He’s in his senior year at college and kindof cute, but he doesn’t inspire that heart-melting excitement that just looking at Nick does for me. I’m supposed to be going to a party with my boyfriend later tonight but I still have lots of time to get home. He’s picking me up at nine.

Which makes me think of Nick picking me up. Momentarily, I shiver. I want to squeeze my legs together and just moan out loud but I can’t, the foyer is busy, mostly with office workers leaving. They all have the weekend in mind, they’re probably rushing home to their families. Most of them ignore the vaguely Asian-looking college girl in her spring coat and boots.

Except that I’m Asian-looking, there’s nothing to distinguish me from the other young women my age leaving the building. Even my bag slung over one shoulder looks like the sort of bag many of them are carrying. Men glance at me, but it’s that fleeting “check her out” look that brushes over me when they don’t see anything to hold their gaze and hidden inside my coat, there’s nothing to catch their eyes.

This time I’ll do it, I tell myself. I’ve stood in this foyer twice before this week and each time my courage has failed me and I’ve turned and left. It’s Friday, it’s the last day of the week. The last day of the month. The last day of the first quarter. I take a deep breath. Almost, I turn away. Almost. I think of Nick. My nipples brush against the silk of my top. My panties are loose, they remind me of his hand and that’s enough. My sex pulses. That’s enough to have me walking to the elevator bank, I don’t even have to press the button. The doors are open, a horde of office clones pours out. One of them holds the doors for me.

Inside the elevator, alone, I press the button for his floor. Now I’m nervous. My stomach sinks as the elevator rises, slows, comes to a stop. The doors whoosh open. My heart beats faster. I step out of the elevator. I’m on his floor. Reception is ahead of me. There’s no-one there and the floor is wide open. There’s a corridor to my left, with offices of it. I pause for a moment to unbutton my coat before I walk down the corridor confidently, as if I know where I’m going. I don’t of course, I’ve never been here before but I know this is his floor. He must be here somewhere. There aren’t that many people around and their security is terrible.

There are name tags beside every office door. I haven’t seen his name yet. I turn the corner, walk down another side of the building. I see washrooms. My heart is doing that pounding thing all over again. I’m so alive, tingling everywhere, butterflies dancing inside me as I remember his hand under my dress last Friday. I take a deep breath, turn and walk into the women’s washrooms. It’s empty. If I’m going to do this, I’m going to do this right.

Putting my bag and my coat down, I look at myself in the mirror as I brush my hair, gloss my lips. It’s obvious I’m not wearing a bra. My black silk top isn’t transparent but it’s a little translucent and I can clearly see my nipples where they brush the material. I swallow. Blush. I’m panting a little. I hope I don’t run in to anyone. I hold my coat and my bag in front of my chest as I leave. I’m glad I do because there’s two older women walking down the hallway when I walk out. They don’t even look at me as they pass me.

Apart from those two women, the place is empty. Does anyone else actually work here? My heart’s beating faster. Did I get this wrong? Turn again. I’m half way around the building and thinking maybe I made a mistake when I see his name beside a doorway. My heart pounds furiously. My mouth is suddenly dry, my head spins just a little. I take a deep breath. Another. I look inside. There’s a large workstation. There he is, working on a laptop, peering at the monitor, half turned away from me so he doesn’t notice when I step inside the door.

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