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The following is a work of fiction. If reading it will get you in trouble, please don’t. (M/f, light sm) Copyright 2001 by Yvie. Please send me feedback and give me story ideas!

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My boyfriend and I had just gotten back from a night out. I was 18, and he was 25: we went to clubs often, though sometimes we preferred to go out with friends. We went to his house after a party, and I thought it would be a regular night: drink a beer, hang out for a while, go to bed.

I knew when he closed the front door and slammed me against the wall to kiss me hard, that this night would be anything but regular.

He held my hands above my head and kissed me on the lips. I squirmed a little, testing him. He grasped my wrists with more force and leaned back to look at me. With his other hand, he grabbed the front of my black tank top and pulled it off over my head. My round breasts came into view, the hard nipples pushing through the flimsy black lace of my bra.

I don’t know where the handcuffs came from, Escort Çankaya but all of a sudden I heard them click closed around my small wrists, behind my back. I was helpless. He took his hands off my body and held onto my short plaid skirt, pulling it past my round ass and strong legs, and down to my feet. His eyes surveyed my body. I was now wearing that black bra, a lacy black garter belt, fishnet stockings, and boots…my young pussy was shaved and totally visible. He chuckled when he saw how wet I was becoming. He kissed me again, and I moaned.

He led me over to his bed and pushed me roughly onto it. I landed face down, my arms still cuffed behind me and my legs spread. He knelt on the bed and touched my neck, my back…down to my ass..trailed his fingers down my legs to my ankles, which he grasped and pulled together. I felt something tight around my ankles, and looked over my shoulder to see him tying them together with soft rope. I wondered, half afraid and very excited, what he was going to do to Çankaya Escort me.

I felt myself lifted up by his strong hands. He carried me close to his chest as he sat in a chair and bent me over his lap. He unlocked my hands for a second, only to re-cuff them in the front. My hands dangled toward the ground in front of me, my bound legs dangled behind me. I felt his hand rubbing my small, well-shaped ass, exposed before him. He suddenly slapped it, and I let out a surprised yelp. He was spanking me! Another spank followed, and another. My ass was getting warm, and his hand caressed the sensitive area between blows. I was dripping wet, and I tried to rub my aching clit on his lap. He spanked me again. I felt his fingers trailing down the crack of my ass to my tight, wet young pussy. I squirmed in anticipation, and suddenly his fingers plunged deep inside me. I stifled a scream.

“You dirty girl,” he said. “You like being spanked, don’t you?” I nodded and pushed my ass up toward him. He shoved another finger Çankaya Escort Bayan inside me, and pumped them in and out, fast. His fingers were so big, and I thought my tight pussy couldn’t take any more. I was wrong.

He picked me up again, and put me face up on the bed. He untied my ankles, and I spread my legs as far as they would go, exposing my completely shaved, glistening pussy to him, hoping he would fuck me. He looked in satisfaction at the writhing young girl below him, and then knelt down between my waiting legs. I felt him start to lick my pussy, and his tongue felt like fire on my hot clit. He licked and bit me until I was about to come, and then turned me over onto my stomach, my legs kneeling on the floor, my ass ready and waiting for him.

“Do you want me to fuck you, dirty girl?” he asked.

“Please!” I gasped as he touched my clit. He rammed his cock into my tight hole, and it felt so big to my teen pussy, I thought I was going to explode. He fucked me hard with that huge cock, and I moaned as he continued to finger my clit. My pussy muscles clenched tight around his cock as I started to come, and I couldn’t avoid letting out a scream. The tightness of my wet pussy pushed him over the edge, and he shot thick strands of cum into my hole as he came.

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** Note: This series Adventures with Leslie is a sequel to the series Things to Do with My Slut (aka Adventures with Emma). For any reference on the characters please see the original series. Thanks. **

Chapter 01 — Game On

It had been 3 full weeks since I had seen or heard from Emma, Vivian or Penny. I was beginning to wonder if the game was truly over. I did not want to press the issue but I was beginning to worry. I pressed through the days that passed in a fog, wondering what, if anything would happen next.

That all changed on that Friday morning. I was headed to work when my cell phone rang. I was delighted to see Emma’s office number in the caller id.

“Long time no speak,” I answered.

“We are having a lunch meeting you need to come to,” Emma informed me.

“Sounds like you are back to being in charge,” I observed.

“A great leader sees it through until the end,” she replied, “and does not desert those that followed with heart and character.”

“That’s very poetic,” I admitted. “What does it mean?”

“I will see you at noon,” she said as she hung up the phone.

I was puzzled. It was a very poetic but cryptic message. What was going on now? I was not sure I could take anything more than putting the game back to normal. I was curious to find out what was going on though. Noon could not get here fast enough.

I breezed through the morning and left my office in plenty of time to make to Emma’s place of business by noon. I entered the suite to see Emma, Vivian and Penny all in the conference room sitting at the table. I proceeded directly there and took a seat at the far end of the table.

“Good, now that we are all together we can start,” Emma announced.

“Start what,” Vivian questioned.

“Today, you all are going to decide the fate of the game,” Emma revealed.

“I told you,” I said, staring directly at Penny.

“Don’t get ahead of yourself, stud,” Emma corrected me. “You are all gonna vote, after I say what I need to.”

“Well, don’t keep us in suspense,” I encouraged her.

“This has been a great game,” she began. “But I no longer have what it takes to lead you in it.”

“Don’t be silly,” Penny interrupted her. “No one can run the game or take care of us like you Em. And we don’t want to play for anyone else.”

“Thanks Penny,” Emma continued. “But I don’t think you get it. I don’t have the energy or desire inside me to play anymore. Sienna’s little coup did a number on me emotionally and I need to focus more on my kids. Their protection is my foremost priority and my running this game compromises that. I care for you all a great deal in different ways, but my kids come first. I need to be a better mother, so I am out of the game.”

“I understand and I respect your choice,” I said. “But then how do we continue?”

“Well, that is what we need to vote on,” she clarified. “My new business partner has also agreed to consider taking over the game. She’s someone I trust completely and she will do right by all of you. I believe you will all enjoy the game as much with her as you did with me. She is creative, inventive, playful and very attractive.”

“Sis, who is it,” Vivian asked.

“You have to vote first,” Emma explained. “If you want to play, say yes, if not say no. But you do not get to meet her until after the vote.”

“That’s a tough spot to put us in,” I expressed.

“It’s really not,” Emma countered. “So, is it time to vote? If we have a unanimous vote to play, then the game continues and if we have a split vote, the game’s over.”

“What about Nikki’s vote,” Penny asked.

“Ah, yes, Nikki,” Emma sighed. “I should have covered that first. Thanks for reminding me. Nikki and I talked for several hours this morning. She, too, is leaving the game. She is doing so with my blessing, so there is to be no resentment or anger towards her. She is in love and wants to focus on her relationship.”

“Who’s the lucky guy,” Vivian wondered aloud.

“Her name is Monica,” I revealed. “Isn’t it?”

“That’s right,” Emma confirmed. “Good pickup.”

“It wasn’t hard to tell,” I admitted. “Plus, I had a long drive home to rewind it and really digest it. Good for Nikki. Send her my best wishes when you talk to her again.”

“I will,” Emma said softly, smiling at me from the other end of the table. It was a wonderful smile that seemed to say something, but I was not sure what.

“Now we should vote,” Emma continued. “Penny, do you want to continue playing the game?”

“Yes,” Penny said smiling.

“Viv, what about you,” Emma proceeded.

“Of course,” Vivian confirmed.

“So it’s all up to you, stud,” Emma acknowledged. “What’s it gonna be?”

“I do not want to disappoint these two lovely women,” I gushed. “Let’s play.”

“Of course,” Emma said. “Tomorrow morning, 9am. You will all come here and meet my new partner. Then, she gets to vote. If she likes what she sees, game on. If not, well, then game over. I would suggest that you all dress to impress.”

“That’s fucked up,” Penny laughed.

“I Escort Ankara know,” Emma acknowledged. “That’s why you love the game. Now everyone out.”

I stood and exited the conference room, heading back to work for the remainder of the day. I wondered what Emma’s new partner would be like. Emma was a force, a presence that made the game stable. This was going to be interesting.

I woke early the next morning and took a long shower, trying to run cleaver things to say through my head. I shaved and dressed in my best suit, trying my best no to disappoint. I again left in plenty of time to make it to Emma’s office by 9am.

When I arrived I found the suite locked, as I expected since it was a Saturday. I rang the buzzer and waited for the door to buzz and allowed me to enter. It was taking quite longer than usual. After a few moments I thought about hitting the buzzer again, but the door opened.

There stood Penny, looking great. She had on an olive jacket and matching skirt that fell just above her knee. She had on a maroon silk blouse to compliment it and olive pumps, about 4 inches. I would have loved to have jumped her right there, but we had a meeting to attend.

“Ready,” she asked.

“Sure,” I said as I stepped passed her into the suite. She locked her arm with mine and we proceed to the conference room. Emma was sitting at the head of the table as usual. She was wearing her black suit with a white striped blouse. No one else was in the room. Penny and both took seats and waited.

“Where’s Vivian,” I asked after a few moments.

“Ladies room,” Emma replied, shortly.

We sat in silence for a moment or two until Vivian joined us. She walked through the conference room door and looked wonderful. She had on a white halter top and white tennis skirt, with a white thong underneath. She complimented it with short white lace socks and white patent leather peep-toe pumps. She looked hot. I was getting very aroused by the gorgeous women around me.

“Time to begin,” Emma declared as Vivian seated herself.

Emma then picked up the phone on the table.

“You may join us now,” Emma said into the receiver.

She replaced the receiver and we waited only a short moment until we were joined by a tall woman with jet black hair. She had on a teal jacket and skirt offset by a pink blouse and teal pumps. Her skin was tan and her hair was mid-length and wavy. She was very attractive as Emma had said.

I looked to Vivian, who had a look of complete surprise on her face. I turned to Penny next, but she was checking out the new lady in the room. Emma then stood as the new woman walked to her side and stopped.

“This is Leslie Adams,” Emma announced to us all. “Leslie was my college roommate and is my best friend. She is also my new business partner.”

“Oh, this is gonna be fun,” Vivian giggled.

I simply nodded as Penny said nothing. Our silence seemed to make Emma a little nervous.

“Leslie is a great attorney and one of th-,” Emma continued but was cut off.

“Stop,” Leslie ordered. “Have a seat, Em.”

Her voice was clear and concise. We all stared at her waiting for the next words.

“So, you were the players in Emma’s great game,” she continued. “Well, she has entrusted the game to me if I want it. So I need to decide.”

She seemed to stare straight through me.

“I love what I see from these two ladies,” she announced, pointing to Vivian and Penny. “Vivian I have known for a long time and Emma has told me nothing but good things about Penny. So I am fine with them.”

Penny and Vivian both smiled at the compliment.

“You are the only sticking point,” she furthered, now pointing at me.

I knew Vivian and Penny wanted the game to continue, as did I. I did my best to be 100% accommodating.

“What can I do to help you resolve that,” I asked.

“I need to interview you personally tonight,” she said. “At my house at 10pm.”

“Done,” I confirmed.

“We will all regroup tomorrow morning at 8am,” she announced. “Minus Emma.”

Emma looked up at her from her chair with a look of confusion.

“Sorry, Em,” Leslie patronized before turning harsh. “I know you are having a crisis of emotional proportions, so we won’t need you around tomorrow. You may come back into play later in the game in a small role if I need you, otherwise I will take it from here. I will interview him tonight and announce my decision tomorrow. If I decide no, it will be a short meeting. If I decide yes, I will lay out the new rules. You are all dismissed.”

As I stood up, Leslie reached across the table and handed me a folded piece of paper. She then walked out of the room as I opened the paper. Her address was written down on the paper to ensure that I knew where I was going this evening. I put the paper in my pocket and left the conference room.

Vivian caught me on my way out of the suite.

“Leslie is the perfect person to run this game,” she explained as I walked towards the door of the suite. “Emma and her have been Ankara Escort friends for years. She’s practically like family.”

“Then I will do my best to impress her later,” I replied. I smiled at Vivian and left the suite.

I wasted the hours of the day running errands and catching up with friends. I did some grocery shopping and even caught a nap. I felt great and knew I was going to be on my game when the time rolled around for me to leave for Leslie’s. I freshened up and headed over to her place, having discarded my suit and now wearing jeans and golf shirt.

I pulled into her driveway and marched right up to the front door with little care in the world. I was surprised when a young girl of only 17 or 18 answered the door. She was beautiful, with blonde hair and crystal blue eyes. She had a great figure, very thin with small tits but perfect curves. I was taken back by her appearance.

“Can I help you,” she asked.

“Yes,” I stuttered, “I’m here to see Leslie Adams.”

“Ok, come in,” she said. “I’m Mindy, her niece. Hang on a minute and I will get her for you.”

“Thanks,” I replied.

I watched her disappear up the stair. Her tight little ass was enough to start getting me aroused. I waited only a moment before Leslie descended and greeted me.

“You’re on time,” she pointed out. “That’s a good first impression.”

Leslie was wearing tight jeans and a thin white tank top now, her feet were bare. Following her into the kitchen I could see where Mindy got her curves from. Leslie’s body was awesome. Her hair fell slightly past her shoulders and bounced with life as she walked. Her ass was full and firm in her jeans. I was now more than somewhat aroused.

“Can I get you a drink,” she asked.

“A beer would be great,” I replied.

She reached in the fridge and pulled out a bottled beer and handed it to me. She then walked to the far counter and poured herself a glass of red wine. She proceeded into the dining room and I followed diligently. We sat at the dining room table and she noticed my growing bulge.

“You should calm down,” she remarked. “You won’t be needing that tonight.”

“Ok, but you can’t blame me,” I replied.

“Oh, I don’t blame you,” she confirmed. “I’m fucking hot. But you will have to wait to find that out.”

“As you wish,” I said playfully.

“So, let’s start the interview,” she continued. “And be honest, it makes things so much simpler.”

“You got it,” I agreed.

“First question,” she scowled, “how exactly do you feel about Vivian and Penny?”

“That is a tough first question,” I admitted. “I feel loyal to Penny because she has a good soul. I feel protective of Vivian because she cares for me so much. Plus they are both hot as hell.”

“Ok, well done,” she gleamed. “Who do you enjoy fucking more?”

“That’s not a fair question,” I responded.

“I know,” she acknowledged, “but answer it anyway.”

“Ok, I love fucking them both,” I disclosed, “but I cum harder with Penny.”

“Well played,” she praised. “Why do you like the game?”

“Aside from the obvious,” I queried.

“What’s the obvious,” she retorted.

“The obvious is getting to fuck some extremely attractive women,” I confirmed. “Other than that, the game keeps me guessing. It’s like an ever evolving novel, one twist after another.”

I sipped my beer waiting for her response.

“Fair enough,” she replied. “Emma’s told me a lot about you. What’s been your best experience in the game so far?”

“That’s another tough one,” I maintained. “The Christmas present Emma gave me was amazing, though she and I did play one fantastic game of cards once.”

“Interesting,” she conveyed. “Ok you have my attention. Tell me why I should continue the game.”

She sipped her wine as she waited for my response.

“This game is worth continuing,” I began, “for a lot of reasons. The least of which is the physical pleasure. But you, as the director of the game, get to preside over the on goings of several people. You get to give and take as you please. But you also have the responsibility of protecting them. That is not a position an ordinary woman would chose. I sense that you are much more than ordinary, as is Emma.”

She sipped her wine again as she digested my answer. I was waiting eagerly for some kind of response to what I had just said. Finally, after what felt like a month’s time but was only a few moments, she got around to responding.

“I can’t decide if that is brilliant or a crock of shit,” she said.

I was surprised by that response. I was unsure of who this woman really was.

“You don’t know me,” she continued. “How can you be sure you want me in charge so unilaterally?”

I had that answer ready to go. This was one of the questions I thought she might actually ask. Actually it was the only question I anticipated.

“I only knew Emma for a short time when I first committed to the game,” I informed her. “As I grew to know her, I also grew to trust her. If she says you are the one to lead Ankara Escort Bayan us forward, I am ok with it.”

She glared at me for a long minute as she finished her glass of wine.

“Ok, thanks,” she said. “You can go now.”

I stood and extended my hand to shake hers but she did not move.

“I will see you in the morning,” I stated as I turned to leave.

She still had not moved, so I proceeded to the door and let myself out. I climbed into my car and backed out of her driveway. I proceeded away from her house and was headed home. I was only in the car for a few minutes when my cell rang.

“Hello,” I answered.

“It’s Leslie,” she announced.

“What can I do for you,” I submitted.

“I have a few more questions for you,” she revealed.

“Ok, go ahead,” I urged.

“No, turn around and come back,” she instructed. “I want to ask you face to face.”

“Ok, I will be back shortly,” I indicated.

I pulled off into the first driveway I saw and turned my car around. I headed back to Leslie’s house. I pulled back into the driveway and headed back to the front door. I rang the bell and Mindy answered again.

“You again,” she giggled.

“I was called back,” I admitted sheepishly.

“Aunt Leslie is waiting for you,” she said as I entered.

I followed Mindy into the living room. Leslie was sitting in an armchair drinking another glass of wine. Mindy strolled over and sat down on the couch, turning her attention to the television. Leslie indicated I should sit in the unoccupied armchair next to hers. I sat and wait but she took several moments before speaking. My eyes shifted from her to Mindy back to her out of natural curiosity.

“Ok,” she began, “what about the players?”

“What about them,” I countered. “Should we be discussing with your niece present?”

“She’s a big girl and I don’t hide things from her,” Leslie divulged. “About the players, do you think it should only be you, Penny, Vivian and me?”

“I don’t presume to think about that,” I stated confidently. “If you run the game, it’s your game. It really doesn’t matter what I think if I believe in you and your leadership and want to continue to play. It goes back to trust.”

“I see,” she agreed. “Emma and I agreed you would remain the only male in the game. I have to make a decision here. I have one last question. What wouldn’t you do in the game?”

“Wow, you don’t get it,” I admonished her. I shook my head and glanced over at Mindy, then turned back to Leslie. “If you continue this game, we are going to trust you to lead us. Don’t abuse that trust and the game will remain fun for everyone. Do you trust yourself to uphold the responsibility that game brings in reference to the rest of us? Can you live up to the standard Emma set?”

“I am the interviewer here,” she scolded me. I lowered my head and again glanced at Mindy over on the couch. Leslie took notice of it this time. “Are you checking out my niece?”

“No, I am just not sure she should be here while we discuss this,” I reiterated.

“Are you saying my niece isn’t hot enough for you to check out,” she growled at me.

“Not at all,” I replied.

“Get out,” she finally yelled.

I said nothing. I simply stood and headed for the door. I let myself out and headed for my car. As I was opening the driver’s side door, I heard my cell phone ring in my pocket. I answered it quickly.

“Hello,” I muttered.

“If I said come back inside right now, would you,” Leslie asked me.

“It’s your game Leslie,” I confirmed for her.

“You mean you will do whatever I say,” she asked. “Anything I request is mine?”

“Be careful about how you use the power we are willing to give you,” I warned her.

“Come inside,” she ordered.

I turned around and made my way back to the front door. For the third time that evening Mindy answered the door. She stared at me awkwardly for a moment.

“Aunt Leslie said you should go up to her room,” Mindy relayed to me. “Top of the stairs, second door on the left.”

I climbed the stairs without a word and found the door to Leslie’s bedroom. The door was open so I entered and called for her.

“Leslie, you wanted to see me,” I called out as I passed through the doorway.

“Close your eyes,” she replied from behind me.

I did as I was told and I heard her close the door behind me. I could hear her bare feet on the wood floor as she moved. I could not see her but I could tell she was standing in front of me.

“You don’t know me,” she said plainly. “But you need to if I am going to continue this game. You did great on the interview but this is the real test. Don’t open your eyes until you are told.”

I nodded.

“I am 33 years old,” she confessed. “I have no children and have never been married.”

I heard her unzip what I could only assume to be her jeans.

“I have been with a lot of men and women,” she continued, “and I consider myself very good in bed.”

I heard her rustling and moving.

“I have spent countless hours with Emma discussing and learning this game,” she went on, her voice now coming from behind me. “This game is a lot of things, but mostly it’s complex. If I choose to do this I need to keep it as simple as possible. So we will need to get certain things out of the way.”

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The next morning, I wake up to find myself naked and wrapped in your arms. I untangle myself carefully from your embrace and hastily pull your dress shirt on. It barely covers my ass, so I decide that I had better pull on some shorts as well. I think I remember where the bathrooms for this place are, and I begin the hike up the hill to take care of washing my face and hair. When I arrive at there, I realize that these bathrooms are equipped with crude showers, so I decide to undress and clean up all over.

I step into the concrete stall, and pull the curtain closed behind me, allowing the warm water to rush over my naked body as I begin to soap myself. I hear the door to the bathroom open, but know that these showers are well away from the other areas.

Suddenly, the curtain pulls back, causing me to jump and yelp with fright. You are standing there, naked, and step into the shower with me. I am completely soapy, but that doesn’t stop you – – – in fact, you take the soap in your hands and begin to rub my body with it. Your hands feel so strong as they slip silkily over my muscles. You take the shampoo and wash my hair for me, massaging my scalp and causing me to almost go weak in the knees. Rinsing me off, you turn me toward you and take my face into your hands – – – pulling me close.

Your lips find mine and we begin a slow, deep, wet kiss as my hand slides down between our bodies to grip your now-hardening cock. You are slightly soapy from standing against me, so my hand slips easily up and down your shaft causing you to moan against my mouth. The warm water washes over us as you turn me away from you once again, pushing me to bend at the waist. My hands automatically reach for the wall of the shower to support myself as you grip my hips and thrust forward. The water and my juices have made your entrance very easy indeed, but we are careful to be quiet. This is a public restroom, after all, and we are not sure if or when someone will come in. This just adds to the excitement as you glide in and out of my wet pussy. It’s all I can do to suppress the joy that your cock is giving me at this moment.

You reach around my waist and pull me toward you, sliding one hand up to grip my breast. You pull me up against your chest, and bend at the knees to continue to thrust inside me. Your other hand slips down between my legs to my clit, and massages me to a thunderous climax. You have to hold me tightly against you to support me as this orgasm leaves me unable to stand for a moment. You are kissing my shoulders and back – – – knowing how much I love that – – – while you hold still within me, still gently playing with my clit and allowing me to recover Escort Ankara before beginning to thrust again. We are so quiet when we are fucking this time, but our bodies are talking in perfect harmony.

I feel you begin to expand, and I drop down to my knees, taking you into my hand. I begin to stroke you and you cum – – – – and I allow the cum to splash on my face, in my hair. I suck the remaining drops from your cock as you take the shampoo once again and wash your cum from me. We dry and dress, and go back to camp for a little breakfast before you reveal what the day has in store for me.

“Put on your hiking boots,” you say, “because I’ve found something I want to show you.”

“Alright,” I reply, and put on some heavy socks and my boots. I wonder what we are going to see.

“It will take some time to get there… I think we will be there by noon…” your voice trails off. I notice that you have a rather large backpack.

“Do I need to carry anything?” I ask.

You turn and think a moment, and finally answer, “Um… that’s your backpack over there. I’ve already packed everything you’ll need…”

I pick it up and begin to look inside, but you stop me. “No! You don’t need to look in there just yet. Just trust me.” I shrug at you and put the backpack around my shoulders.

It’s been a long time since I’ve been hiking, and even longer still since hiking with a backpack, but you somehow understand and take things slowly. You have figured that it would take some time, and even though the destination isn’t far away, you have guessed at the time just about perfectly. I find myself standing, at near noon, at an open pool… below a beautiful waterfall. Luckily the rains from spring were enough to feed this magnificent site, so the water is cool and flows sparkling clear. You find a clearing and take the backpack from my shoulders as I stand and stare in awe the beauty that surrounds us.

“Like it??” you ask as you come to stand beside me.

“Oh, God! It’s wonderful!” I say.

You put your arms around my waist and hold me close to you, whispering in my ear, “It’s even more beautiful now that you are here!” I feel myself blush hotly.

You take my hand and lead me over to where you have set down the backpacks. You begin to pull things from them: a blanket, a bottle of wine, fruit, cheese, assorted things for a picnic lunch. Then you set me down, and say, “Now comes another lesson in trust” as you blindfold me.

I feel so out of control and this feeling scares me a little. You sense my tension, and continue to talk to me softly… and then you begin to remove my clothing. First my Ankara Escort boots, then my socks… then my shirt.. then my bra. I am half-exposed. You watch to see what my reaction will be. You don’t touch me or even speak for a moment… the hiss of the waterfall covers any sounds that you might make.

I begin to tremble and then to panic… just as I get on the brink, you touch me again. You are amazed at the effect just your hand on my skin has. I immediately begin to calm. You remove my shorts and then my underwear. I am completely exposed in this gorgeous setting. You sit behind me, and have me lie back across your lap. You begin to feed me… allowing me to savor each morsel of food as you offer it. You watch my face for signs of panic, careful not to push me TOO far.

After lunch, you tell me to stand. I do and you take my hand and walk me to the pool, leading me into the cool water. My nipples immediately become erect and you just have to stop and take first one then the other into your mouth. I gasp at the sensation: the warmth of your mouth versus the coolness of the water. You lead us to the waterfall then under… the pool is only waist-deep. We stand, the water rushing against us, and kiss long and hard. I still cannot see, so I am surrounded by other sensory clues as to what is going on.

Underneath the waterfall, there is a cavern in the rocks – – – just deep enough for two people. You gently lift me onto the rock ledge and step between my legs. You part my thighs and lower your head to suck my pussy. I feel the warmth of your breath on me long before your mouth touches me.

“OHHHHHH!!” I moan in anticipation. I know that the curtain of water behind us will muffle any noises I care to make. Your tongue finally makes contact, laving up my slit to capture all my juices. “Jesus, you taste good!” you say then place your mouth back onto my pussy. The rocks bite into my back somewhat, but I find that I don’t even care. I wrap my legs carefully around your shoulders – – – if only to get your tongue further into me. Your fingers finally find me and slip inside, driving me to a frenzy that only your cock will be able to continue.

You are so hard. You love watching and hearing me cum, and I’ve been especially vocal this time. You move up onto the ledge with me. I am afraid that you will hurt your knees on the rocks, but you smile and say, “I really don’t care. I want you so badly. You are so sexy, and this is just about as close to heaven as I have been in a very long time.”

I feel you grip my ass in your strong hands and pull me up, my pussy slaps wetly at your hips as your cock buries itself into me. “Oh, Ankara Escort Bayan my God!” I groan, and kiss you. Your head then lowers and your mouth captures one of my nipples. Knowing this will drive me over the edge, you thrust deeply and at the same time bite gently down on the nipple, sending shock waves all over my body. “NNNNGNGGHHHHHH!” I arch and cum on your cock.

“Good, eh??” you say smugly, thrusting hard against me. I am trembling so hard that I cannot even answer.

Suddenly, I put my hands against your chest and push you away. For a moment, hurt confusion rolls across your face until I reach up and remove my blindfold. “Lie back!” I order you, and you lean back against a flat rock to the back of the ledge. I straddle your hips and lower my steaming pussy once again onto your cock.

“MMMMMNNNNNNNNN…” you moan as you feel me engulf you. You thrust up into me and reach for my breasts, holding them and stroking the nipples with your thumbs. I lean over and kiss you deeply, whispering how good you feel inside me, telling you how much I love making love with you… how much I feel you – and for you. You feel my inner muscles grip you as I squeeze your cock each time I rise… and I feel your balls under my ass beginning to contract and spasm.

“Where do you want to cum??” I ask you, sucking gently on your earlobe.

“Ohhhhhhhhhh… please… let me cum inside you…”

I push down on your cock so hard that you feel the head rubbing against my cervix. This sends electricity through you, and I feel you tense. “I’m ccccuuuummmmmiiinnnng…” you moan, arching up to drive even deeper still. I feel your heat flood me as I roll my hips to massage your cock. With each roll, I am pressing my clit against you – – – – I cum in a final jolt as you hold me tightly against you.

“God, that was good!” you say after a few minutes, “but we’d better be getting back. It is going to be dark soon.” You take my hand and lead me back across the pool to the other shore. Our blanket is still there, as well as our backpacks and clothes. We repack the backpacks and get dressed, and then head back toward camp. We talk the entire way, and you reach back to take my hand in yours, gently lacing your fingers between mine and stroking the outside of my thumb with yours.

When we arrive back at camp, you ask me if I am hungry.

“No.. are you??”

“No, not particularly. I’m just tired.” I agree, and we unload our backs. We sit down near the fire, you prop yourself up against a tree, with your back against a blanket. I curl up next to you and place my head on your chest. We spend time like that, entertwined, without needing to say a word. You stroke my hair and I feel myself relax more and more.

I am awakened by the sun streaming through the trees and warming my face, to find myself still nestled against your chest near the tree where we had sat. I guess we WERE tired, indeed!

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Besides suckling a nice breast, the thing I enjoy most is oral sex. I guess that I’m just orally inclined by nature since I enjoy both giving and receiving equally.

I’ve often wondered how many women truly know the amount of power that they have over me when my cock is nestled in the back of their mouth, or down their throat (on the rare occasion that I’ve met women who can take me all the way down).

It is an incredible feeling, so erotic and relaxing, like the most relaxing massage you’ve ever had multiplied by a thousand. Just the thought of it brings back a memory of mine. This is a true story of a little encounter I had during a friend’s bachelor party.

It was the summer of 1995. I was in my mid-twenties and the last of my old high school buddies was getting married. Tim had been dating Carrie ever since the 8th grade, so we always figured that they would be married early rather than later.

Dick, my best friend, had planned the bachelor party. We decided to start out at a sports bar with about a dozen guys and we played some games, shot some pool, and tossed some darts while drinking beers. The bride’s father even made an appearance. At first we thought he was checking in on us, then he brought in a big tit-shaped cake for us to enjoy.

It was a fun night and people started heading home around midnight. It wasn’t long before it was just the four of us, me and my three closest friends from high school. The four of us drained a few more beers while talking and joking, then Dick suggested that we hit a gentlemen’s club before we went home.

As it turned out, I was very familiar with the club that they selected. At the time I was an account manager with a major automotive supplier and I entertained clients from out of town about once a month. It happened to be the same club that my clients liked since it had a reputation as having “top shelf” ladies.

Several of the girls knew me from bring in clients and they usually took good care of my clients since I took care of them at the end of the night with a very large tip.

On this particular night two of the regular girls that I knew came over to say “hi.” They assumed that I was entertaining my clients since I had three men with me, but I let them know that “nope, tonight is for personal reasons.”

The girls sat down with us and we all started to have a nice time. It wasn’t long before the girls started asking the guys for a dance. For those of you who haven’t been to a strip bar, when a girl asks you for a dance she is referring to giving you a lap dance in a private area. The cost is usually $20 per song.

In Michigan the dancer can touch you to a very limited degree, but you are not legally allowed to touch them – though most clubs tend to ignore the rules if they know you.

My friends, ever loyal to their wives, fought off their urges and politely but grudgingly turned the girls down. Now, my friends didn’t know that I was a regular at the club but they could tell that the girls were familiar with me.

Normally I never got dances when I was entertaining because I put all the focus on my clients. Since tonight was different, the two ladies came over and each one sat on a knee and put their arms around my shoulders so they could talk into my ear. They were close enough for me to hear, but my friends Escort Etlik couldn’t.

The girl on my left knee was about 5’6″ with very large and all natural D-cup breasts. She had long fingernails, dark brown eyes and a gorgeous smile with very full lips. She leaned close to me and whispered into my ear “Will you come upstairs and let the princesses play with you tonight since you are here for personal reasons this time?” I smiled and just said “maybe.”

The girl on my right knee was about 5’9″ with fake C cups (personally I don’t care where a woman gets them as they are just as fun). She had blue eyes, a seductive grin, and was very tan. She said “we never get to show you our appreciation for your business, so why don’t you let us take advantage of you tonight.”

I whispered to her “it depends on how good I have to be, if I can’t suck on your chest then I’d rather not be teased.” She laughed and stood up and took my hand. Her girlfriend took my other hand and they escorted me up to the private dancing area.

We were almost all the way to the private dance area located on the second floor overlooking the club when we realized that there was a small line forming to find a place. The girls told me that we would have to wait a minute and we stood in line. The taller girl was standing on the same step as me and the shorter was on the next step so she was just about my height.

The taller girl no sooner finished telling me that we would have to wait when she very slowly put her lips to mine. Her girlfriend then took my chin in her hand and turned me towards her in order to do the same. They each took their time kissing me very slowly, our lips barely touching.

I knew that they girls were fun, but I also knew that this attention was a little bit out of the ordinary. I then turned my head and kissed the first girl. I put my arms around each of their waists and drew them closer too me. The shorter one took my hand and slid it down so that I was cupping her sweet butt in my hand. I then decided to do the same to the tall one and she didn’t balk.

We stood their kissing for about five minutes before the line moved up another spot. We would be next. About that time I noticed a lot of wandering eyes; men jealously watching the girls and I because they were not getting the same level of attention.

Both of the girls had on bikini’s so I decided to be a bit bolder since the shorter one was somewhat hidden from view. I let my hand slip under her bikini bottom and to my satisfaction she actually moved her foot in order to allow her legs to spread for me and I started to run my middle finger down her butt crack and to her moist lips.

I probed the area around her lips in order to gauge how hot she was. She was definitely wet enough for me to gently slide the tip of my finger into her up to the first knuckle. She let out a deep breath, parted her lips and kissed me deeply as if I was her long lost lover.

As we kissed I wiggled my finger back and forth and applied slight pressure. This allowed the full length of my finger to enter her. She pulled her lips from mine and pressed her head against my chest and moaned softly.

The tall girl looked at her friend and asked, “What’s the matter.” To which the shorter one very quietly replied, “he has Etlik Escort his finger inside me and I really need it.” With that the taller kissed me deeply, then pulled back a bit and kissed her way across my cheek and over to my ear. She whispered “tip the bouncer up here with nobody seeing and he won’t bother us.”

At that moment the next song ended and a man and dancer in the far corner got up to leave. We started walking that way and I slipped my hand into my pocket and took out a $20 bill. I held it in my hand so that nobody could see. As we walked past the bouncer I asked how he was doing tonight and extended my hand to shake his, giving him the money.

The girls and I got to our private couch and they had me sit right in the middle of it. I sat back and reclined as much as I could. In the meantime the girls slipped off their heels and bikini tops and then each one straddled one of my legs and leaned into me.

The taller one said, “I know what you want” and leaned all the way into me presenting me her gorgeous breasts. I didn’t waste any time being slow or teasing. I inhaled as much of her right tit into my mouth as I could fit and started to move my head and jaw in a suckling motion.

The shorter girl was straddling my left leg and she started to kiss my neck and lick the inside of my ear while her hands roamed over my body. The taller girl put her left hand on the back of my head as if to pull me deeper into her breast and she effectively shielded out everyone else in the room from my nursing.

Even though she had implants, the tall girl had very suck-able breasts. Many times augmented breasts can be a hard to some degree, but her doctor knew what he was doing. He placed the saline bag under her breast leaving the natural breast-meat nice and soft. I switched back and forth from her right breast to the left. All the while she kept her back turned in such a way as to block out any prying eyes.

It wasn’t long before the shorter girls wandering hands started to massage my cock. I was a bit surprised when she unzipped my pants. I was rock hard from the suckling and when the pressure of the zipper was released my cock jumped out into the room. She stroked me several times and I heard her say “Yessss…. look at this.” Her girlfriend then pulled back to take a look and I let her nipple reluctantly slip out of my mouth. The tall girl said “Oh yeah, I wish my boyfriend had a cock like that.”

On a side note, I’m really not much longer than the average guy. I’m just over 7 inches long. The impressive thing is the width, which is well over twice the thickness of the average guy at over 6 and 1/2 inches around. The taller girl said “lets trade places now” and the two of them switched spots.

I had been looking forward to getting my lips on the shorter girl’s natural “D’s” even since I decided to get a lap dance. She took up the same position as the first girl on my right knee and blocked the view of others as she started to feed me her tits.

She cupped her right breast and brought the nipple to my mouth. I started suckling and she said “I love to be sucked on hard,” so I increased the pressure. She said “harder,” so I sucked as hard as I could and she moaned and said “just like that.”

Just about that time I felt the unmistakable feeling Etlik Escort Bayan of velvety soft lips slide down my cock. I was in heaven. My two favorite things in life, big juicy breasts to suckle and a wet mouth with full lips wrapped around my cock.

The shorter girl must have really enjoyed having me suckle her because she would moan and whimper in my ear as if it felt so good but teased her so bad. The tall girl was sucking me deeper and deeper into her mouth. I could tell that she was trying to get me all the way down and was being challenged by the sheer thickness of my meat trying to get down her throat.

The taller girl would go down slowly two or three strokes and then force her head down hard and fast as if to ram me past her sticking point. Since the shorter girl blocked our actions from view, I reached over with my left hand to find my way under the taller girls bikini bottoms. Just like her friend before, I worked my way into her box and each time she took my cock deep into her throat I would ram two fingers into her then stoke them shorter into her for three or four thrusts.

After about 5 minutes of this action I felt the taller girl start to shake. She pulled her head from my cock and laid her head on my leg as her orgasm ripped through her body. I switched to a more gentle stroking of her box as her orgasm subsided and she eventually regained her composure.

I pulled my fingers out of the taller girl and was just about to raise them to my mouth to lick off the juices when the shorter girl took my hand and guided my fingers into her hungry little mouth. She slowly sucked on my fingers as if each one was a little cock. Within a few moments she had licked off all her girlfriends juices from my fingers. She then leaned into me and kissed me deeply, letting the juices dance among our tongues.

The shorter girl then pulled away and asked for another switch and the girls took up their original places. As I started to dry nurse on the tall girl once again, she started to run her fingers through my hair. She said, “thank you, I’ve been needing some relief all day.” “I tried to return the favor but I couldn’t get you down all the way.” “I’ve only been with one other man big enough that I couldn’t get him down.”

By the time the shorter girl got to my cock it had swelled to its full size and was thoroughly engorged. She didn’t take me as deeply into her throat as the first girl, but she was bobbing her head up and down at a lightning fast pace! It only took 2 or 3 minutes of her furious hammering up and down before I began to feel my orgasm start to build.

I stopped nursing and buried my head into the cleavage of the tall girls tits and she wrapped both arms around me. She held me as I started to breathe very deep. A few moments later I felt my stomach tighten and the blissful pulsing of my cock twitch as the semen shot out of my cock and into the warm mouth that had slowed its hammering to a very slow and deep pace.

I relaxed and asked her to keep sucking a few minutes until I was soft. It is so relaxing for a woman to keep it up for a few minutes, post orgasm. Once I was soft she put my cock away and zipped up my pants. The taller girl asked her “what did you do with it?” The shorter replied, “I wanted to swallow it because he always takes care of us.” Then looking at me she said, “It’s not something that I do very often.”

I told both of them I was thankful for the attention and went back to join my friends. Of course they wanted to hear what happened and I gave them the story on our way home that night.

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(Author’s note: This tale is not of fiction, but a recollection of a recent encounter between myself and a colleague. It was a special event and I thought that I would share with any who read it. I would appreciate any comments or feedback. Enjoy the story.)

I work in sales for a large company in the West. Our office consists of several men and women intermingling and interacting with one another. Some of the women of somewhat attractive, judging by certain features that catch my eye: like breasts, legs, ass, face, eyes (in no particular order). In any office like ours, there is always a little flirting, suggestive comments (yes, even in the age of sexual harassment), and general playfulness among the colleagues. I tend to be a little more up front and bold about it, but I do it in a more complimentary display that would be appreciated, not creep them out. We have a nice rapport in the office, and there’s nothing wrong if it gets a little spicy from time to time, just to break up the tension.

There is one woman that really stands out to me. She is beautiful. She is older than me, but has a body of a woman ten years younger than me. Age becomes a non-factor in my desire for her, just as well as the fact that we work together, for which some would see as taboo. She has a beautiful, caring face; warm, loving eyes; and an extremely sexy body. It is always difficult for me to pass by her desk and not say hi, or for me to put my hand on her shoulder and see how her day is going. She usually accepts my attention by giving my hand a soft stroke or by pressing it against her cheek. Thoughts have always crossed my mind as to what the future would hold if the sexual vibe that exists between us becomes acted upon.

As the days have gone by, I have felt that my intentions may be a mutual idea. She would come over to my desk, telling me how handsome I look and how much she likes my eyes. I would and still do look forward to seeing her in the morning, to see her smile at me and give me that “look” that shows me that she is also happy to see me. As my own mind would wander, so would my imagination and fantasies. There were many of days that I would start the day in the shower, thinking about her, thinking about how sexy she is. Then my thoughts would wander by thinking about what I would like to do to her, how I would touch her, how I would kiss her, how would I make love to her.

I would start out my fantasy vision by feeling her body against mine, her sultriness pressed against me. Her eyes closed as she feels my hands wander all over her body. Naturally, as I am in a full mindset of desire, my hand slides down to my ever increasing erection, and begin to stroke it. The whole event imbedded in my imagination is driving the pumping and stroking of my ever growing hard cock. My hand slides up and down my shaft as I think of touching and caressing my fantasy lover. My constant desire for my colleague controls the actions of my hand on my cock. I think about reaching around from behind her, holding her, caressing her, kissing her neck, making her hot, making her want me, because that is my fantasy. I know my orgasm is approaching, so I think about sliding my hard, thick, cock deep inside her, pounding her deeper, as I shoot my cum, pumping it out hard on to the rushing water, cleaning my mess as I make it. I slump from my self-workout, fully engaged in the possibilities that someday I will make love to her.

Throughout the following weeks, the closeness between us, had increased. Once what was purely innocent banter and playful touching, had changed for the better. The banter and playful touching became up close whispers and kissing. She would come to my desk, look into my eyes, and then lower her lips to mine in a short, but knowing kiss. Soft, very nice pecks on the lips, followed by that “look” that says, “Someday.” We became more emboldened as our stolen smooches came more often through the day. Then, the kisses had a little extra to them, as our tongues would slide together in a very sexy kiss. I thoroughly enjoy her attentions, why wouldn’t I? She is absolutely adorable and now that she’s getting me worked up, I’m going to have to have her.

So as time went on, we would look for opportunities to be together. We would go out Escort Sincan to lunch together, which usually ended up in a hot and spicy make-out session for dessert. I was rather cautious with my wandering hands to her body, for I did not want to disrupt such beautiful moments by the possibility of an unwanted gesture. As difficult as it was to resist my temptations, I wanted that moment to be right, to a place where the passion will guide us to our special desires, and when our sharing will be at the most opportune time.

Things were looking up, when we were able to schedule ourselves together to visit some of her clients out in the field. I was her trainer for this activity, and naturally, it was a nice chance to have some alone time with her, so we could talk, have lunch together, exchange some kisses, and really to just enjoy each other’s company. I cherish the times when it’s just the two of us doing things together for I truly do enjoy being with her, maybe it’s just my feelings for her that were beginning to blossom. I ask myself at this point, “Am I falling in love with her? Or am I totally infatuated with her? Is it because I’m getting closer and closer to her? Or am I just longing to make love to her after the lengthy courting period that we have had? I know that it’s more than just sex; because if it was just that, it would really cheapen all the build up that has taken place to this point. I think we have been going at it the right way, it does feel special.

We went out and did our thing with the clients, attempting to get new business, as well as to extend the repeat business. It was a very routine adventure in that regards, since our business with these people is pretty solid, we just went through the motions. However, when there was an opportunity to kiss her, I rightfully and diligently performed to the best of my abilities, and for that I was rewarded with many kisses in return. We stopped and had a nice lunch, holding hands, looking into each other’s eyes, soaking in some wonderful potential that seems to be lurking somewhere within us, trying to get out.

She told me of some remodeling that she did at her house and wanted me to come over and take a look at it, which is a natural thing to show it off. My heart started beating a little faster and my mind started to conjure up all kinds of scenarios. I know I wasn’t the only one with these thoughts pounding away in the head. She must have felt the same way as she led me into her house. She showed me some of the tile work in the living room and halls, and then showed me her new plasma television, all very impressive, but I had other things in mind in the privacy of her home. We embraced and began kissing some more, lots of tongue, as my hands wandered over her breasts through her clothing. It was a welcomed advancement as her kisses gained passion as she pressed into me. Our kisses continued as we started getting pretty hot, but she decided that maybe we’d better get back to the office. I reluctantly withdrew, playing it safe, knowing that there would be other moments to share….in time.

As I was preparing to head for the door, she told me to wait a minute. She reached down onto my crotch and grabbed my cock through my pants and gave it a nice squeeze and a stroke. “I was just curious and I wanted to know,” she said. “Oh yeah? What about my curiosities?” I responded. “And what would that be?” I pulled her towards me and lifted up her shirt over her breasts, followed by the release of her breasts as I lifted her bra off them. They were spectacular. Surprisingly firm with rock hard nipples. I immediately wasted no time and lowered my head to her nipples. I licked and sucked each one. They were so hard, I couldn’t resist sucking on them. She let out a very sexy moan as I tended to her nipples. She tried to pull away and made a half-hearted attempt to stop where we are and get back to the office. I decided that I would be more persuasive, as I went for the gusto, kissing her hard, lots of tongue, heavy petting. Her moans had increased as she started rubbing me through my pants again, squeezing the length of my cock. Her hands felt nice through my pants, as my cock grew to full attention.

Our kissing picked up with lots of groping. Our hands were Sincan Escort all over each other, caressing, fondling, and stroking. My hands were all over her breasts as I kissed her lips. Her moans were extremely sexy and turning me on something fierce. Our passion continued to increase as well as our movements. My hands slid lower as I kissed her neck. I undid her pants and slid my hand inside. She responded by wrapping her arms around me and kissing me hard on my mouth, neck, and ears. Her moans picked up another notch as my fingers danced through her wetness, fingering her, playing with her clit. She was so hot and wet, and believe me, the seductiveness by her moans went beyond all desire. I continued on in her wetness and she gripped me tight as her body stiffened up, holding onto me hard, letting out a loud moan, and then came hard, flooding my hand in her juices. She slumped back into me, a little surprised, slightly overwhelmed, and very satisfied. I wrapped my arms around her and held her tight, pressing her body into me, covering her body with my arms, and keeping her there soaking in the moment of a wonderful afternoon of lust, and a wonderful afternoon of love.

As time went by in the next couple of weeks, there was some uncertainty of what we were to make of the little session we had. Are there some feelings we need to explore or do we dismiss it as a heat of the moment type of fling? We tried to dismiss it, however, the passion was there, and I don’t think we wanted to stop exploring…there was more to do and we both knew it. There is too much heat between us to stop it now, way to early for that. So perhaps there are some feelings or are we just so turned on by each other that we need to continue? I never have looked at our relationship as some tawdry affair, or some backdoor slam and go, I always looked at this relationship as something pretty special, with a little danger, but the desire had set the course, so we sail on.

After some stolen moments of kissing and a little fondling throughout the next few weeks, I asked her out to lunch. As we were driving away, I asked her where she would like to go eat, and she told me that it didn’t matter where we go. So I asked what she was hungry for, Italian, Mexican, or anything? She then said that I should make the decision, followed with a certain look that said so much more. I love that look she gives me when she does that, mmmm, even as I’m writing this, I still feel it – damn she’s hot! I leaned over and gave her a nice soft kiss, looked into her eyes, and basically let her know that the restaurants are going to be light two people, because we are going to be needing some private time – now I need to find a place where we can have our privacy.

We didn’t have time for a hotel room or anything, so we drove around looking for a little seclusion where we can enjoy each other. After a few attempts at certain locations, I was able to find a street in an industrial area with little or no traffic on it. I pulled over to the side of the road, along a fence protected by a high growth of oleander, that gave us enough cover. I put up the center console dividing us on the front seat, and placed the sunscreen windshield thingy for added obscurity. We were all set and pretty safe from any oncoming traffic views.

She immediately came over to me and we started kissing right away. First they were soft and slow, with us looking into each other’s eyes, feeling it…feeling it a lot. The heat came right away as we did some serious groping. I immediately lifted her shirt and released her breasts from her bra and began to give them my full attention. Her moaning that familiar sound was like sweet music to my ears. Her nipples responded to my tongue nicely as I wrapped my lips around them and sucked them gently, running my tongue all over them. She held my head to her chest as pushed out her beautiful breasts to me. As we continued, I reached down to her pants and undid her top button and pulled down her zipper. She, in turn, helped me along as she pushed her pants down and removed them off her legs. I was pleasantly surprised that she took them off, but when she leaned back against the seat giving me some room in the truck, I knew what to do next.

I spread her legs Sincan Escort Bayan apart as I moved myself down in between them. She was very wet, very hot, and very ready. I ran my fingers over her wetness and slid a finger inside her, much to her delight, pushing it in and out of her. She would push back against my hand taking me in. I have never seen her this worked up before, but I’ll say this, I liked it, I liked it a lot. I knew we were short on time, so after I removed my finger from inside her, I replaced it with my tongue. I slid my tongue right inside her, getting myself a nice taste of this sexy woman. As expected, her taste was very nice, the sweet nectar of her pussy. I looked up at her as she had her head back, totally giving herself to me, made me pause a little so I could admire what a beautiful body she has, and that I wanted to give her the most pleasure that I possibly could.

I parted her lips, and gave her a nice long lick, from her opening to just shy of her clit. She opened a little wider for me giving me more room. I ran my tongue up and down her slit, making my way to her nice, big, swollen clit. She moan loudly as I ran my tongue all over her clit, flicking my tongue all around, swirling over and over, then eventually wrapping my lips around it. I could feel her body respond by the way she move her hips to my tongue, feeling me licking her. Her clit is nice and big, just the way I like it, so I wrapped my lips around it and began to suck on it. Her movements picked up as her orgasm was approaching. She was moaning louder now as I kept sucking on her clit. My tongue kept flicking on her clit as I sucked on it. I sucked on it faster and faster, trying to be gentle for a little while, but began to pull it into my mouth, bathing it with my tongue. She cried out my name as I pulled on it once more, making her tighten up hard, then releasing as she came hard from my mouth on her pussy. Her wetness flowed as she pulsated to her hard orgasm, and I was there to lick it all up. And it was good – very good.

She sat up and immediately kissing me hard, kissing me deep, kissing me with the full passion of a woman so switched on. I returned her kisses with the same passion as I felt her hand reach for my hardness. Her fingers undid my pants, as she reached inside and felt me growing. Her hand felt nice stroking me, as it was the first time she had actually touched me there. I leaned back so I could enjoy her actions. She reached down and released my member from my pants, lowered her mouth onto me, and slid my hard cock into her mouth. It felt so good feeling her warm, wet mouth sliding up and down on me. I channeled my voyeuristic instincts as I watched her mouth slide up and down, sucking me – the feeling was incredible. Her welcomed ambition was very inspiring to me, for this was so unexpected, but who am I to complain?

She lifted her head up towards me and kissed me some more. I was so enjoying her heat. She moved herself over me and straddled me. We had some close quarters being in the front seat of my truck, but I don’t think it mattered whatsoever where we were, the time was now. I feel her warmth cover me as she lowered herself on me. I held on to hips to guide her up and down on my shaft, pushing in the best I could, considering the circumstances. It felt so good feeling her wet pussy riding me. She held on to wherever she could for leverage, and considering her feeling a steering wheel against her ass, I could really admire her tenacity. I watched her ride me, this so very hot and sexy woman, fucking me with all her might. She was fully in control, and her orgasms began to appear. She started cumming over and over as she fucked me. Her pussy covering my hard cock in her cum. I could feel it dripping down my legs. My cock was swelling inside her as I grabbed her hips and pulled her down on me hard making her feel my hard cock shoot my cum deep into her pussy. She shuddered as she came as I shot into her. Her body collapsed onto me in heap of sweat, totally spent from our hard and passionate session of love.

We gathered ourselves together and got ready to go back to work. It was amazing that we didn’t look like we just fucked through lunch, although our wobbly knees and pounding hearts said otherwise. To some, this might had seen as something that two over forty adults should not be doing, fucking in a car, but to me, it was a wonderful way of sharing a want that we both had to have. We sealed our afternoon of adventure with a long passionate kiss. Now it’s back to work.

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Chapter 4 — The Closet

As he stalked closer to her she noticed the red flush of his face, the top buttons of his shirt open and his tie hanging half open, she knew what he did to him with those letters. She was also a mess, she assumed her makeup had melted into her sweat and streaked her as she looked around hoping that nobody was around to see them.

“Marie, this is something I need to get for our project. Care to join me?” he asked his eyes flaring hotly.

She couldn’t breathe for the moment he was so gorgeous, especially now with sweat rolling off his brow, his short hair slightly damp and sticking to his forehead. She knew where this was headed as she glanced at the clock 4:00. Far too early to cut out… she was stuck. She started it though, now the target of her lusty crush was standing right in front of her.

Just as shaken as her from the extremely erotic letters they had bounced between each other. His eyes seemed to taunt her, urging her out of her shell. It felt like that this would be her only real chance, this spur of a moment thing. She doubted it would actually go anywhere, she’d brand herself a coward if she didn’t do this right now.

“Of course, I think I know what that something is, stud,” she said huskily. Then her eyes widened, she did it again! She shouldn’t be mortified calling him stud after what she sent to him in the letter. But he was standing right in front of her!

***

It felt like all the air in the room and suddenly tightened around his neck as all his blood flowed south. Her eyes had flared with the same passion as she called him stud. He had to ruthlessly bite back a groan, what she made him feel… there was no question that this would not be a one time thing. There was no way at all he could sate himself with one time with her.

He reached down and grabbed her hand and pulled her up off her chair then started towards the supply closet, it was getting later and most were beginning to start closing off their work. He didn’t think anybody would be needing it at all, her heat and her fragrant scent of roses surrounded him, strangling his cock.

He couldn’t remember a time when he was ever as hard as he was right now. This was going to be rough hard fuck, he was so close to the edge he feared he’d go off as soon as he got inside of her.

***

The only strength she had left in her body was used to follow Nick towards the supply closet. It was so Escort Eryaman clichéd, but anything would do right now, she was so hot she was burning up. If it wasn’t for his intense woodsy smell and the heat radiating from him she’d keel over from the demanding sensations running rampant throughout her body.

They reached the closet, she looked around quickly and thankfully nobody was there to see her duck inside with Nick. As soon as the door was shut he was on her, he kissed her like a starving man, devouring her. She pushed his jacket off his broad shoulders and dug her nails into his hard back.

He grunted as the bite of her nails zapped through him, he leaned back from the kiss and growled at her. “You made me so damn hot and hard for you I almost came in my pants, you’re a real firecracker and I can’t take more of it.”

He reached down and pulled up her dress and yanked down her panties. She bucked up against his bulk and whimpered. “You made me so hot too Nick, I need you now. We’ve teased each other enough. Enough teasing, just fuck me already,” she panted desperately as she clawed at his belt before hurriedly unbuttoning his pants and yanking his pants down with his boxers.

He groaned in relief as the pressure was finally taken off his aching cock. “Damn you set me off Marie, i’ve wanted you for months,” he groaned as kissed her neck.

She looked surprised for a mere second at his confession before her lust kicked back into gear. “I’m on the pill, just hurry up and fuck me before I do it,” she growled her fingers digging in harder.

He grunted unable to speak for the moment as he thrust into her shoving her against the door with a bang. He gripped her hips and slammed into her a few times before he groaned, “Damn it i’m not going to last, you got me so worked up.”

“I don’t care, just do me!” she hissed.

With another quick thrust she arched into him, her fingers digging deeper into his skin as she exploded against him, her legs wrapped around his, squeezing him tightly. He growled savagely and slammed into her once again, before spilling his seed deep inside of her. Her fingers slowly released their death grip on his back as they panted harshly against each other.

“Wow… that was amazing,” gasped Nick. He slowly released his grip on her hips and let her slide against the door until she was standing again.

“Oh my god, I think the whole office would have heard Eryaman Escort us,” she panted.

Nick crooked a grin at her, still deeply inside of her as he started getting smaller finally and said, “Live a little Marie, fantasies are no good if they stay that way.”

She looked into his sexy green eyes and knew that she had to take full advantage of this situation, if she got fired she’d deal with it. She needed this, no that’s not it. She deserved it, surprising him she pushed him against the shelves making them rattle slightly, he grunted with the impact and groaned as she twisted her hips and squeezed him.

“Of course not… I do have a whole folder of fantasies on my home computer, this is one of my favourites,” she said licking her lips. She was going to have some fun now, they still had some time to kill before knockoff time.

He shivered slightly at the thought of her writing multiple explicit fantasies about him specifically. He groaned once she started squeezing him, he was a goner here, she had all the control as she kept his arms pinned to the shelves.

She leaned over him and scraped her teeth against the strong column of his neck, she continued to massage his cock back to full hardness with her pulsing walls as he struggled against her hold. “I wish I had something to keep you right here, you’ve got a pretty dirty mind too Nick,” she said chuckling.

“Damn it you’re good, I wish I had the courage to ask you out much earlier. I’ve had a crush on you for months,” he said huskily, thrusting back at her.

She groaned and said, “Now it’s my turn,” her teeth grazed his neck and nibbled him. He tensed and shuddered against her as she nipped him. Now that he was fully hard once again she drew back and started thrusting on him again. Her hands scraped up his back, under his shirt.

Her fingers dragged through the gathered sweat, allowing her fingers to glide up his back. He trembled against her and groaned, he reached down and kissed her passionately his arms wrapping around her as they slid against each other. He wished he could feel her bare skin against his. But this was not the place.

He reached down and dug his fingers into her hips, “Damn, Marie… you’re so hot. If you hadn’t made a mistake we wouldn’t be here now, enjoying this,” he grunted as he thrust back against her. Pleasure burning trails up his spine.

“Still can’t believe I fucked that up, but I’m not complaining,” Eryaman Escort Bayan she gasped as her nails dug harshly into his sweaty back. She squeezed and massaged him, making him moan against her, he kissed her hard and passionately again.

He cursed as she squeezed him and rocked against her, she was testing his control to its limits here as he gripped her hips harder.

She felt like she was going to combust, she wanted to feel his naked skin against hers but that would have to wait as she quickened her pace and nipped his neck again.

Nick growled and shoved her back against the wall and thrust into her harder, he couldn’t take it anymore he needed release, the heat was strangling him as he thrust harder into her making the shelves shake. He hissed as she bit into his neck and her nails dug in deeply.

Marie cried out as her release shattered her, she squeezed him tightly as her walls pulsed around him.

Nick slammed his lips over hers to stop his roar from escaping as he pulsed into her, sensation travelling all over his body, melting his senses. He laid against her panting his chin against her shoulder as her nails slowly released their grip on his back.

“I knew I could do it… make you lose control,” she whispered in his ear, flicking the lobe with her tongue. “If I had known, I would have made that mistake a lot sooner. You have a nice way of putting me in my place,” she teased.

He groaned and said, “Damn Marie… we better get out of here before somebody comes to investigate,” he reached down and tugged up his boxers then his pants.

She fanned her blushed cheeks before she said, “They probably already know,” and then pulled up her panties and made herself look presentable again.

Nick picked up his jacket and pulled it on then pulled Marie to him and kissed her hard. “Dinner? I’ll pick you up at eight, I think you might need a bit of recovery time,” he said huskily.

Marie flushed and said, “Of course, we’re both going to need recovery time after tonight…”

“Only after tonight?” he asked.

“I hope not, remember I got a whole folder of stories at home we can work through,” Marie answered.

“I like the sound of that,” he said before leaning in for searing kiss.

He gave her a hot look as he straightened up before pulling down a stack of forms and opening the door and sliding out.

Marie thudded against the shelves and groaned, she can’t believe that had just happened. And she was going on a date with him… she couldn’t believe her luck. She needed to find her sexiest dress and turn him inside out before they got to a bed and she was able to ravish him and finally see his gorgeous chest.

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Thanks for reading! This is my first submission to Literorica, indeed my first piece of erotic writing. I would like any feedback: good, bad, constructive or not. I think it might be a slow starter…any tips much appreciated.

Disclaimer: In this work of fiction the character of ‘Bethan’ is played by [name redacted], with all details in the story except the description of her appearance altered from real-world likenesses. All characters in this story are over 18.

I hope you enjoy.

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I cycle in to work every day. It is a reasonable distance and we’re liable to four seasons in one day here, so I take it seriously.

It’s a Wednesday, and I’m taking my normal route. I approach and start to overtake a girl – who I don’t recognise – whose shorts have slipped down, just a little, leaving the top of her ass exposed. Instead of passing her I slow down and enjoy the view for the last two miles to my office.

Her tanned skin rising and falling, the tensing of the muscles as she pushes the pedals down, and the hint of goosebumps on her lower back all contribute: I’m a little excited when I leave her and the path as I arrive at work.

I make it to the bike racks, unable to get that tanned ass out of my head, and start to pack my bike into one of the high-level storage shelves. A colleague, Bethan, rides up and starts using a locker a few down from me. I say ‘Good morning,’ and we make small talk about work projects and Friday-night plans.

She is a year or two younger than I am, about shoulder height on me, with curly blonde hair, large, innocent light blue eyes, C cup tits (hidden at present behind a sports bra), and the perfect amounts of tummy and ass. She is normally very reserved, but I have caught her looking at me across the office on a couple of occasions. Of course, the office gossip machine runs riot about the quiet blonde with the milk-white skin, long legs and large, cutesy eyes.

As I lift my bike, the conversation stops and I notice Bethan glance down at the front of my shorts. My cock is above average, almost 9 inches long and 5 inches in circumference when I’m fully erect, and the fantastic behind of the Latina cycling ahead of me has caused me to push out against my cycling gear. I decide to test the waters a little further, to be bold.

Whilst heaving the bike rack back into its stowed position and fastening the lock, I make a point to push my hips forward and to tense my pelvic muscles, making the bulge as pronounced as possible.

I hold this position, pretending to fiddle with the padlock, and look at Bethan until she glances up and returns my gaze.

Her eyes widen and she blushes, muttering ‘Good to see yours’, before scowling and shaking her head as if to scold herself and hurrying off to the women’s locker room. I watch her ass move in her cycling shorts as she goes, making a point to keep staring at it when she looks back over her shoulder.

*

Bethan tends to eat lunch alone at her corner desk, looking out of the window. I decide to push my luck and see what reaction I can provoke in the quiet and innocent girl.

I make my way across the office to talk to her. I have been thinking about all the filthy things I would do with her if she would let me, and gently rubbing my cock through my pants. I walk quietly up to her desk, standing beside her and looking out at the view. I am standing inches from her when I cough lightly and say, ‘You’re lucky to have this view, you know.’

Bethan whips her head round with a start, coming eye to eye with the crotch of my pants, slightly tented towards the window. She raises her eyes, wide as saucers, slowly up to see me. I’m still staring out the window at the view, pretending for all she knows that I have no idea of my condition.

She swallows audibly and looks back down at my bulging pants. I glance down without tilting my head, and see her legs tighten together as her posture tenses a little.

‘So nice to eat lunch with a great view like that.’ Out of the corner of my eye I see her raise her eyes to check that I’m still looking out of the window, then go back to examining me. I slowly look down at her, waiting in silence. Eventually she looks up at me again, eyebrows raising when she sees me looking down at her. She says cautiously ‘Yes, I agree—what?’ Then, ‘Um, can I ask you a question?’

‘Fire away’ I tell her with a grin.

‘Is that..all you?’

‘Is what—oh, I’m sorry!’ I feign embarrassment, shifting my weight as I look down. ‘I suppose it is.’

She looks slowly back down, glancing around the office. I tense my muscles to make the bulge pulse slightly. She gasps, and her legs rub together, unnoticeable to anyone behind us in the office.

I chuckle and say ‘Yep, Escort Ankara all me. You know, I sometimes like to use the individual shower rooms to get changed after work. There’s nothing like a hot shower in private then a ride in the cold after a day of work. You should join me some time — for the ride of course.’

Again I flex my cock while she stares with her bottom lip between her teeth. She realises time is passing, looks up, tries to smile innocently and says, just a little too dreamily, ‘A ride with you sounds nice.’

I lean down until my lips are an inch from her ear and whisper, ‘Five forty-five this afternoon, cubicle on the far left.’ After slowly inhaling and breathing warm air onto her neck, eliciting a shiver and a sharp inhale of her own, I straighten up and say out loud, ‘Great, I’ll see you tomorrow morning then, Bethan.’ With a wink, I turn to go back to my desk.

*

At precisely quarter to six, there is a light tap on the door of the wet-room shower. I have been waiting with my shirt half buttoned, tie almost undone. I silently slide the lock open, assuming I am correct that it is not the cleaning staff trying to access the shower — but I do not move the door. I need to judge her appetite for a bit of subordination play: come on too soft and I miss my chance, too hard and she might get cold feet.

Another light tap on the outside and the door swings open just a crack. As the door opens I undo my tie with my back toward it. I turn as I hear the door lock.

Bethan turns to face me. Her mouth is slightly open; she is clearly nervous, but her breathing is shallow and she licks her lips unconsciously.

‘I’m on time, I think.’ She shuffles and smiles nervously, cheeks reddened.

‘Ah, perfect. I could do with a hand, if you don’t mind? Or maybe two?’

She looks me in the eye, seeming somewhere between hypnotised and indecisive. She moves forward, glances down quickly then back to me. Her hands reach out awkwardly, one grabbing my waistband, the other flat against the fabric of my pants. I reach down to her wrists.

‘No, not yet. We can’t have a shower with our clothes on—’

I guide her hands to the remaining buttons on my shirt, and I feel her catch her breath as I reach behind her neck to undo the fastener of her dress. I start to pull the fabric down over her shoulders, and as I do so pull her in towards me and continue, now in a whispering, low growl — the moment of truth:

‘—and we need the noise of the water to cover your moans as I pound my thick cock into you.’

Bingo. Her right eyebrow raises. The corner of her mouth curls, almost imperceptibly. As I lean slowly towards her, she raises her chin toward me. I pull her by her shoulders the rest of the way, her lips planting onto mine. We share a long kiss, pressed lips against pressed lips as I grasp her against me. Our kiss becomes softer, our mouths open and we explore the texture of the other’s tongue with our own. The pressure and passion start to build once again, more slowly and organically this time.

I pull her dress down over her body, exposing a lacy dark green bra holding her generous-handful C-cup breasts; she frantically undoes the remaining buttons down my front. I pull my arms loose and lose my shirt as she shimmies her dress down her legs.

As our lips lock once more, I place my hands around her waist and pull her close to me, making sure she feels my still-soft penis against her through the three layers of fabric. My hands move to her back, taking in the smooth, perfect skin; I deftly unclasp her bra, then slip the straps over her shoulders. It is held in place by my chest against hers as our tongues explore.

Her thumbs dig into the waistband of my pants, and she sticks her ass out away from me to get her hands between us, unbuttoning and unzipping. She pushes my pants to the ground as her fingers close around my cock through my boxer shorts.

My right hand moves down to her ass and pulls her back against me, sandwiching her hand between us. She continues to squeeze and tickle, I can feel the precursors to blood flow down there. I resist the urge, made all the more difficult by cupping and squeezing her flawless ass.

I have an immense amount of control over my sexual organ. I can, to a point, consciously resist getting hard, and I can get hard again remarkably quickly after I finish.

My left hand is holding Bethan’s head, keeping her lips pressed against mine whilst our tongues work. My thumb caresses her ear; my fingers are buried in her hair. I pull her mouth away, saliva and a trailing tongue left between us. Her bra drops away and I look down at her gorgeous, perky tits, her light pink nipples hard with anticipation. Keeping control of my cock has never been Ankara Escort more difficult.

I look up into her stunning sky-blue eyes and say simply, ‘There’s a rumour you’ve got a talent. I want you to show me if it’s true.’

After a second of silence, she smirks, biting her lip as her eyes crinkle mischievously. She drops to her knees, pooling my pants to make the tiles a little more comfortable.

At eye level with my underwear, she plants kisses against the outline of my cock, which is still completely flaccid at the expense of a great deal of concentration on my part. She looks a little disappointed when nothing stirs, and looks up at me: a question.

‘I want you to feel me grow,’ I say, and push my thumb between her lips, gently pushing out her cheek as if to illustrate. Bethan’s eyes betray understanding, and she bites playfully down on my thumb. She swirls her tongue around the trapped digit as she hooks her fingers into the band of my boxers and pulls them down.

I can see the disappointment again on her face when she sees my naked penis up close. My cock is about three inches long and about the same in circumference when I’m completely soft — I’m definitely a grower. Again she looks enquiringly up at me, eyes narrowed.

I keep my face impassive and say, ‘If what they say is true, you should have no trouble taking all of that.’

Her eyes are confused, wary and twinkling playfully all at once. Her hands come to rest on my hips. She extends her tongue and takes the tip of my flaccid cock into her mouth. A short, sharp suck and I am completely inside her mouth, warm and wet. With my hand on the back of her head, I stroke her hair and maintain a tender but firm pressure, reminding her she cannot now let me go.

She starts to move her tongue against the underside of my cock, running it up and down the length. I maintain control.

‘If you want it harder, you had better try a little harder,’ I growl, caressing her cheeks and pushing them in tightly against my cock.

Bethan begins to flick her tongue a little more firmly, now up against my frenulum, now teasing the ridge between shaft and head, now wrapping around and kneading my soft cock. I close my eyes and — concentration perhaps mistaken for pleasure — she moans encouragingly around my cock, ever so softly.

Moaning: that’s my weakness. The vibrations of her soft noises seem to ripple through my cock, into my body and up and down my spine, making my fingers and toes curl; the former involuntarily gripping her blonde curls tightly now. That makes her moan more.

There is no one on earth who can fight that feeling, so I relax and let myself start to grow.

I gently shut my eyes once more and relax my muscles, enjoying the feeling of Bethan’s curly hair between my fingers, the softness of her cheeks beneath my thumbs, and the moaning giggles when I tickle her ears. The smell of her readiness for sex drifts up, combined with her perfume. Her fingers grip, digging into my firm ass cheeks as her tongue continues to swirl in her mouth: wrapping around and moulding my cock. I can tell she is already starting to find it a little more firm.

I open my eyes and look down. Her nose is still pressed against my body, held in place as she is by my own hands. I can feel the inside of her mouth getting tighter on my cock – or, more accurately, I can feel my cock growing and filling her mouth. Her eyes are locked on mine, getting wider with every passing second; I watch a look of ‘now I’m impressed’ come and then be replaced. The sight of her experiencing my growth makes all the sensitive areas around my cock tingle, and I twitch in her mouth.

Bethan doesn’t miss a beat. Her tongue changes tac; she can no longer push me around in her mouth, and the head is already too far back beyond easy reach of her flicking. She instead pushes her tongue forward and backward, spreading it wide across the underside of my cock, as if the ‘come hither motion’ would entice more into her mouth.

She moans again, and the vibrations have a quite literally measurable effect. I lengthen in her mouth by at least an inch and a half in just over a second, pushing against the back of her mouth. My girth is almost full by now; her mouth would have strained to fit me inside if I hadn’t filled her this way.

As her tongue continues to rub and muscles constrict around the head of my cock, I discover that the rumours are true: a little additional pressure on the back of her head elicits another moan, and she pulls me further into her using her hands behind my ass. My cock swells even more, and slips into her throat.

Bethan’s eyes shut lazily, she swallows around my cock once again, and I am now fully erect and stuffed down the back of her throat.

She Ankara Escort Bayan starts to swallow repeatedly, the muscles in her mouth and throat massaging the portion of my cock that is buried in her. Her tongue continues to caress, flick and massage my shaft, even sticking out of her mouth to flick against my balls. She looks me in the eye and winks as if to say ‘the rumours don’t do this justice, do they?’

She notices very soon that moaning around my cock makes my muscles tense, and she finds a rising and falling volume in time with her movements that very quickly brings me to the edge.

‘Where do you want the first load?’ I ask her matter-of-factly, giving a frankly illusory impression of being back in control. She raises her eyebrows, the return question clearly being, ‘First?’

‘Good answer,’ I say, keeping the pressure on the back of her head. ‘I should warn you: I cum a lot.’

The corners of her eyes crease and the intensity of the sensations increase as she moans again, and I find myself teetering, then falling over the point of no return. I growl and bite my lip as my orgasm starts.

I have an equal amount of control over my cum as I do my erection. There is no visual element to this cumshot, straight down Bethan’s throat as it is, so I let my orgasm pass through me for a few seconds before I release my cum.

Saving up like this gives me a flow rather than a shot: a steady three or four seconds of cum flows from the tip of my huge cock, straight down her throat — not in a torrent, but a constant stream. The feeling of thick cum flowing through the head of my cock is amazing in itself, no doubt prolonging my orgasm.

(The look of amazement on any girl’s face, particularly when I drop a load in this way over their tits or tummy, is usually enough to encourage an involuntary shot, which tends to catch them in the face. This can be rather self-perpetuating at times.)

I catch myself before my load is completely drained, and as I slip my cock out of Bethan’s mouth, I let the rest flow out. Roughly the same volume as any normal load, delivered in a single, second-long shot on her tongue. She furrows her brow and moans contentedly. Some of it gushes straight to the back of her mouth and down her throat, but most drips down her chin and splatters her tits. Some hangs artistically off her nipples, and some runs still further down her body until it’s caught in her trimmed light blonde hair.

As soon as my cock slips out of Bethan’s mouth and down over her chin she desperately growls, as one word: ‘Holy-fuck-so-fucking-hot-need-to-cum’.

Her hands frantically release their grip on my ass; one braces against the floor, the other goes straight between her legs. I see her fingers flying beneath her panties, then diving back further. I can’t see from where I am, but from the noises and the smell of her sex floating up I make an accurate deduction. She mutters some unintelligible things as she fucks herself. I can only catch the words ‘thick,’ and ‘filled,’ and ‘so much’.

She arches her back, and her hand goes from the floor to her chest, squeezing and rolling her breasts, trapping her nipples between her fingers. Her mouth opens silently and her eyes stare unseeing up at the ceiling, blinking unevenly.

I step around her, my cock swinging close to her face—her eyes flick toward it and she moans—and turn the tap. As the warm water starts to pool around her shins in contact with the tiles, Bethan is clearly riding towards a staggering orgasm. I crouch down, and slip her panties off her delicious ass, down her creamy white legs.

My chest is against her back and the insides of my legs grip her hips. My cock hangs down and presses between her ass cheeks; it begins to stiffen again. I do not resist, but encourage this time. With one hand I cup, squeeze and pinch her unattended breast; with the other I firmly grip her neck, turn her head towards me and kiss her powerfully.

She moans into my kiss, her eyes wild. Her shoulders shake with no rhythm — in response, perhaps, to the tensing of internal muscles gripping her fingers. Gentle flicks to her nipples, and every millimetre of movement of her enclosed fingers, send spasms rippling through her body. After a time, she exhales.

*

‘Enjoy that?’ I ask after a minute or so. The vacant sound of running water speaks for her. ‘Want me to push you onto your knees and stick this cock inside you?’

‘Fuuuuuck’ she replies, drawn out and wavering; a shiver spreads from her neck, down her spine.

‘You’ll forget every other word by the time I turn off the shower,’ I promise. Seconds pass, breathing deeply. Bethan looks up at me, her large blue eyes twinkling with desire as she grins hungrily. She licks her lips as her eyes narrow: ‘Hurry up, then. Fuck me until I scream.’

I shake my head, smirking as I push her forward and lift her hips. She looks back with wide eyes as I tense my muscles; cum leaks out of my growing cock and onto her ass, trailing as move into position.

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My mobile phone vibrates in my pocket. I reach in, take it out, thumb the screen and read the message I really need to see you – can we meet? hx I replied Sure, not much time though – nat is expecting me home. Car park by the bridge? 10 minutes. I put the phone away, put on my coat and shout my goodbye, carefully closing the door behind me.

In my car I drive fast, exceeding the speed limit by an average of ten miles an hour at all times. I think back to the last time we met in a third floor hotel room in Portsmouth whilst on a work related business trip. “I wish more men were like you,” she said. I had looked up at her, three fingers knuckle deep in her dripping cunt, matched her eyes with mine and said “adulterous bastards more interested in fucking fat chicks in hotel rooms and lay-bys than their fetish model girlfriend back home? I love your thighs – so soft and full.” I went back to tonguing her clit as she sighed and arched her back Escort Ankara as another orgasm rippled over her body.

I pull into the car park, spot her car – a silver Corsa – at the back and pull up next to it. “I don’t have long,” I say as I step out of the car.

“I don’t care,” she says pulling me towards her and kissing me full on the lips, her tongue probing my lips and forcing its way into my mouth. I cup her massive tits in my hands as we kiss and fondle them roughly through her hoody.

“I want to shoot my cum over your fat arse,” I say without a hint of romance.

“You’d better fuck me first them,” she says. She bends over the bonnet of the car, darkness surrounds us – the only light coming from the tiny light on the inside of the passenger side door of her car and the pub across the river. I step behind her as she bends, I run both of my hands over her muffin top, lifting it and using my right Ankara Escort hand to undo the button and fly of her jeans. I yank her trousers down, she reaches a hand behind her and slides my trousers down, pulling my already stiff cock out of my boxers. She puts her hands on the bonnet of her car and I rub my engorged cock up and down her arse crack. I hover over her arse hole, I make like I’m going to stick it up there, she reaches around again and pulls my cock down to her cunt. I push and ease my way inside her.

I thrust, slowly at first, she moans a low moan. I pick up speed and she starts to buck against me. She lets out a loud moan, I hear a cheer of “go on, fuck that fat bitch!” I look up and a group of men have gathered in the pub garden and are staring at us. She waves to them, I pull my cock out of her and wave it at them. I place my hands under her and take hold of her hangover stomach, fingering the soft flesh Ankara Escort Bayan and push my cock back inside her. I feel my knees begin to weaken, I feel my balls tighten and pick up speed. She bucks harder back into me, my balls feel as though they are about to burst. “Are you ready?” she asks. The group of men on the other side of the river cheer again. I feel myself getting harder and closer to the edge.

“Fuck, yeah,” I say. She reaches behind her again as I pull my cock out of her and she spreads her arse cheeks wide. I jerk my cock fast holding it tight. My body tightens, my balls raise and my cock throbs until I can hold on no longer and shoot five, no six hot loads of cum over that beautiful fat arse. She sighs and releases her hands from her arse and rubs the cum into her arse and round over her cunt. She turns around and slowly licks the cum from her hands, fixing me with her eyes.

“Feel better?”

“Oh yeah. See you again soon?” I ask.

“My place on Friday morning,everyone is out, I’ll make you scream. Nice and early, tell Nat you have a meeting.”

I put my softening cock away, get back in the car and drive home, my mind races with thoughts of fucking her again.

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A fellow Literotica reader enjoyed reading Traveling with Charlene, my two-part story about a co-worker whom I fantasized about for years. We finally consummated our relationship during my last business trip in Phoenix. He asked to hear about the adventure from Charlene’s point of view. This is her story. Stay tuned for part two that will be published soon.

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Friday:

My name is Charlene. I’ve had the pleasure of traveling all around the Western United States with my job as a Telecom Specialist for a major grocery chain in Northern California. I am sent to our stores to install or upgrade telecommunication systems. Since 2005, I have been traveling with the computer systems guru. His name is Rob. We meet many unique people and experience crazy adventures along the way. The travel is never dull with Rob. The one most obvious thing I can say about Rob, is that he loves big tits. He thinks he is being so coy when he meets a well-endowed lady, however, the truth is that he can never hide his true feelings. His eyes bug out, his face turns red and he stutters a lot. Whenever I am near, I just roll my eyes and shake my head.

I stand a diminutive five feet four inches and am blessed with large, round Double-D breasts. Some people would classify me as having a thick body, but if you ask my husband, I have love handles in all the right places and a nice wide bubble-butt just perfect for banging. We have a very active sex life and he loves for me to be on top or he takes me from behind

We make love several times during the week, so when I travel on the week-ends, I am well satisfied. If I do get super horny on the road, I have my nine-inch rabbit vibrator take care of my needs. I’ve nicknamed it Max, short for ‘Maximum Pleasure’. Max never lets me down; he knows exactly how to satisfy my needs. Of course, this is my dirty little secret. Only my husband knows about Max. Sometimes on the road, we’ll enjoy a little phone sex and I’ll have Max buried deep in my pussy, sending me over the edge.

Back to traveling with Rob, I know I shouldn’t encourage his obsession with big tits, but I just love to rev him up whenever we are together on the road. When we are away from work, I rarely wear a bra and will shake or jiggle my boobs in front of him. I know I get to him because I can tell when his cock is semi-erect or totally rigid, when we are together. I’ll constantly glance at his crotch looking for that distinctive bulge or I’ll catch Rob adjusting himself when he thinks I am not looking.

When at work we are all business. I would never put my career in jeopardy by flaunting my body, even for Rob. Secretly, I fantasize about his cock and how big he is and what he might be like in bed. These thoughts have fueled a few sessions with Max. You can’t blame me for thinking about Rob, since I spend just as much time with him as I do with my own husband. We are currently flying to Phoenix to upgrade a grocery store in Scottsdale. We’ll be working most of the day today and tomorrow morning. We must be onsite Monday to make sure everything is functioning properly. This weekend, we will have most of the day on Saturday and Sunday to enjoy some free time. This is a pretty typical schedule for Rob and me.

We have come to enjoy our free time together over these many years. Our travel always includes dining at nice restaurants and enjoying local events wherever we find ourselves. Rob has promised to take me to a Spring Training baseball game this weekend. Whenever we are out together, I do my best get his goat. Like I said, I don’t usually wear a bra when we go out. I’ll shake and shimmy my boobs in front of him just to see his reaction.

We are on our way to Phoenix. I see Rob at the airport counter where we drop our bags and receive our boarding passes. We pass through security and have time for breakfast before boarding the plane.

Rob asks, “What do you feel like eating this morning?”

“Oh, the usual, scrambled eggs and toast.”

Rob is wearing his regular business attire, tan khakis and a blue dress shirt. I have my satin green blouse with matching jacket. My top accentuates my breasts which gets his attention this early in the morning. We sit in a diner and order breakfast. Rob and I talk about the weather and upcoming store visit. We make tentative plans for Saturday and Sunday which includes a ball game.

“You look lovely as ever, Charlene.”

“Why thank you Rob, I am so looking forward to this trip. I am tired of the rain and tired of winter. I need sun. It’s supposed to be in the high 80s and low 90s while we are there. Will you take me out to the ballgame on Saturday? I packed my favorite jersey and cap.”

“That’s the plan, my dear. It may be hot in the sun, so you may not want to wear anything else under that jersey. I have lots of sun screen for us.”

I smile as we are served our meal. While we eat we talk about upgrading the computer and telecom systems in the store. We will put Travesti in a full day.

We finish breakfast and Rob pays the bill. Well, our company pays the bill. We walk over to the gate and wait to board. We compare our boarding numbers, whoever boards first always saves a seat for the other. This morning I have the magic number. Actually, with all the flying we do, we are always in the A group, so finding a seat up front is never a problem.

When the gate opens, and boarding begins, I am the first in line. I hand off my boarding pass and walk down the jet way. After I greet the flight attendants, I grab the center seat in row three. Rob soon follows and sits down in the aisle seat. Before he joined me, I unbuttoned the top three buttons of my blouse. I give him clear view of my black lace brassiere and a bit of the cleavage. I love to fluster him.

Rob whispers, “Starting early, are we?”

“I just thought I’d help you pass the time for the next ninety minutes. I know you get antsy when we fly.”

It’s not a full flight this morning, so Rob and I have the row to ourselves. We appear to be just another couple looking forward to a weekend getaway. After takeoff we settle back and relax. I can tell Rob is a bit on edge with flying, so I lean into him and let his eyes feast on my Double-D’s. I smile and adjust myself which causes my blouse to flutter open. I look down at his crotch and see a tell-tale bulge. The more I stare, the harder he becomes.

I look out the window and it appears we are flying over the Grand Canyon. My inquisitive nature takes over and I reach down and grab Rob’s thigh. He looks at me like he needs an explanation. I look around the cabin and see that no one is paying any attention to us. I wink at Rob and then ever so slowly move my hand over and rest my palm over his significant bulge. I think to myself oh my, he is hard. I feel his shaft pulse; I press my hand down on his cock. Wow, Rob is long and thick.

I lean over and whisper, “I think this weekend may be special.”

In a few minutes, the flight attendant announces that we are approaching the greater Phoenix area and for us to return tray tables to their upright and locked position. I remove my hand from Rob’s cock and look down to see a rather impressive bulge. Rob flexes his shaft and I see the actual outline of his glans. To think that I caused his condition excites me. I know he is moving his cock on purpose, so I look into his eyes and smile. As I feel the plane descend, I rearrange myself and button up my blouse.

We land at Sky Harbor airport right on time and walk to baggage claim. I return to business form and act as if nothing at all happened on the flight. Meanwhile my pussy is tingling at the thought of making love to Rob. We find our luggage in the carousel join the other travelers on the shuttle to the rental car garage.

The Scottsdale store is about a 20-minute drive from the airport and we arrive just before 10:00 AM. On the drive over, we discuss our work details for the data upgrade. I ride shotgun and listen to the GPS guide us to our destination. Every so often, I steal a glance at Rob’s cock wondering if he’ll be hard all-day long. My pussy continues to tingle.

Jim, the store manager greets us at the door and introduces us to several employees. I see him sneak a peek at my boobs, although my green jacket covers the girls completely. I pull out an agenda for the upgrade and hand it to him, as he escorts us to the back room. Once we are situated in the back office, I begin my work on the phone system. I let Rob do his thing. Every so often we touch base to compare notes.

The store manager provided sandwiches and snacks around 1:00 which allowed Rob and I to work until nearly 6:00 PM. I’m ready for a break and tell Rob we need to have dinner if we are going to work late into the evening. I made reservations at a favorite restaurant close by. I need to cajole Rob to take a break. Finally, I get him to complete his last task and grab his hand as I pull him over to the restaurant.

Rob gives our names to the hostess who promptly sits us in a back room high-back booth, just as I requested when I called earlier. He excuses himself to use the facilities. In his absence, I move to the center of the booth and move our table service together. I remove my green satin jacket and unbutton the top three buttons on my blouse. It’s time to tease Rob and see if I can get him hard again.

Rob slides into the booth and I tap the seat next to me. He takes the hint and slides up against me, our hips touch. He sits close and stares down at my cleavage. I casually look over my menu and pretend not to notice. When our waitress arrives, I promptly order a pepper flake ahi appetizer.

When the Ahi and drinks are brought to us, I whisper, “I love working with you and being here for dinner. I can’t believe how quickly the day flew by.”

Rob agrees as we enjoy our conversation and look around the room. We both love Antalya Travesti to people watch. While I survey the room, I move my hand and rest it upon his knee. With my other hand, I grab a piece of ahi and press it to his lips. He slurps the fish into his mouth along with my fingers.

Rob quizzes me, “What are you doing, you little minx?”

“Just playing and enjoying the company.”

He responds, “You know we have more work to do after dinner?”

“I know, but it will be just be you and me in the back office tonight. I hope we don’t get into any trouble.”

I move my hand up his leg and rub his inner thigh. Dinner is served, and I drag my palm across his cock before I take my plate. We talk about work and family and weekend plans as we eat. I catch him looking down my blouse every so often. I shake my breasts and listen to him stutter as we eat dinner. I love to tease this guy.

After we finish dinner, I excuse myself to the ladies’ room. I ask Rob to order ice cream. Once inside the restroom, I walk into the stall and unbutton the rest of my blouse. I remove my blouse and reach back to unsnap my black lace bra. Mmm, it feels good to unleash my boobs. I grab my tits and massage the flesh. I tweak my nipples and trace two fingers around my raspberry red aureole. If I didn’t have to get back to dessert, I’d take time to masturbate right now. Rob is waiting and I’m wanting to tease him some more, so I put my blouse back on and leave my top four buttons undone.

I return to the booth and slide in right next to Rob. I push my hip up against his.

“Hello handsome. Do you have some dessert for me?”

Just as the words leave my lips, our ice cream arrives. We dig in and I notice Rob blatantly staring at my boobs, I shake them for his benefit. I look at Rob with wide eyes and ask, “Is everything OK? How’s the ice cream?”

Rob almost chokes on his ice cream, poor boy. I move my shoulders together to create more of an opening down my blouse. I’m hoping to flash a bit of nipple for Rob. It’s too bad I can’t just take off my blouse and smear ice cream all over my boobs. It would be a nice treat for Rob, and me too.

We finish dessert and decide to head back to work. Rob helps me up from the booth, and I shake my tits one more time. I look down and can see my hard nipples poke against the satin material.

“Oops, I better button up before going back.”

Rob shakes his head, “Ya think?”

I smile as I button up and wrap my jacket around my shoulders. I take Rob’s hand as we exit the restaurant and walk back to the store.

“I like when you look at me and I hope you like the view. I don’t mean to tease you, I hope you are OK?”

Rob says he is OK and squeezes my hand. When we get back to the store it is alive with evening shoppers. We head to the back office and pick up where we were before dinner. It’s back to business for another few hours. By nine o’clock I am exhausted but feel good with all my accomplishments. Rob tells me he has completed his list. I smile as I realize we’ll have the whole weekend to ourselves.

“Whew, I’m exhausted. I think I’ll sleep well tonight. How about you, Rob?”

“Yes, a good night sleep will do us both good.”

We drive over to the hotel and check in. The hotel clerk gives us our separate room keys. Rob suggests a nightcap, but I feign being too tired, so I turn him down.

“I really am exhausted. I’m going straight to bed. I’ll see you in the morning; we have the entire weekend for us.”

I kiss Rob on the lips to give him something to think about and head upstairs to my room. I’m ready for a much-needed shower before bed; with the early flight, I was not able to take one this morning. Feeling a little grimy and a little horny, I turn on the bathroom light and strip down. The wrap around mirror allows me to check my body in detail. I inspect every inch, not bad for a 50-something gal. I naturally check out my best feature, my Double-D boobs and thumb-size nipples. I lift and massage each breast, looking for any imperfections. There really aren’t any. I love their shape and size. I love my raspberry red aureole that stretch four inches in diameter. They are the perfect size to cap my boobs.

As I gaze at my reflection, I think about the only area that I would change, if I could. It would be my tummy. It’s a bit too round, it could be flatter. My eyes drift lower to the full lips of my vulva. I love my puffy pussy lips and smooth skin. There is not a single hair in sight. I’m glad I kept my waxing appointment on Wednesday evening. My mound is silky smooth. I use my fingers to trace up and down my slit and rub around my mons. My touch is gentle and feels good on my smooth pussy. I wonder how Rob’s fingers would feel stroking me, and what he would think about my waxing. I hope he is not hoping to see a full bush.

These random thoughts are starting to make my pussy tingle. I use two fingers to trace up and down my slit again and push Bursa Travesti them in between my folds. All at once, I snap out of my trance and realize why I came into the bathroom. Aw, the shower. I reach into the stall and turn on the water. Once it warms up and a bit steam rises, I grab soap and a washcloth and step inside. The spray soothes my body and clears my mind. I adjust the water temperature to make it hotter. I run my hands up my round tummy and over my breasts before sliding them down over my thick bubble-butt and back around to my pussy. The hot spray feels so good.

I turn my back to the nozzle, soap up the washcloth and scrub my front. I rub the soft cloth all around my boobs and down between my thighs. I apply more soap and run circles around my belly before moving down to my labia. With my legs spread, I move the cloth back and forth, taking time to clean every crevice of my vagina. I move further up my butt crack and rub my little starfish several times. I love the feeling.

When I turn around into the spray, I continue scrubbing my shoulders, back and bottom. Feeling rejuvenated, I thoroughly rinse and shut off the water. I grab a couple of big, fluffy towels and dry my entire body. I move the soft fabric over my nipples several times and watch them become erect. The shower reawakens me and I devise another plan; one that includes my husband.

I grab a couple of fresh bath towels and pull Max out of my suitcase. Walking around the hotel room completely nude, gets my juices flowing. I pull down the bed covers and lay out the towels on the mattress, as I anticipate calling hubby for a little phone sex. I plan to get wet inside, so that my vibrator slides easily between my pink flesh. My cell phone is next to my head with the speaker turned on, as I lie down on my back with legs spread. I move my hands all around my body to warm up. My breasts feel good, my nipples begin to harden, I feel a warmth between my thighs as I anticipate the next thirty minutes.

I reach for my cell phone, dial home and then place it on the pillow next to my head. The phone chirps as it connects. I listen to it ring two times, three times and think Oh no, he’s not going to pick up. Finally, on the fourth ring a voice speaks up.

“Hello.”

“Hi Sweetie, it’s me.”

“Oh, hi Charlene, I didn’t expect to hear from you tonight. Are you still working?”

“No, I’m back in my hotel room. We finished the whole conversion tonight and that means we have the whole weekend for fun.”

“That’s great. What’s on tap for the weekend? Are you still planning to go to a baseball game tomorrow?”

“I hope so, I brought my favorite jersey and cap with me.”

“Are you wearing them right now?”

“No silly, I’m lying in bed. I just had a nice, hot shower and I’m naked, talking to you.”

“Is Rob with you?”

“Oh, you are so bad. No, he is not? He’s in his own room, probably masturbating and thinking about my boobs.”

“Did you rev him up today? I bet you did. Well, is Max with you?”

“He is. Do you want to say ‘Hi”?

I grab my vibrator and flip the switch. Max comes alive and buzzes. I hold him next to the phone for a few seconds, before gliding him across my nipples and between my breasts. I love the sensations, my nipples become fully erect and stick out like tiny thumbs.

“It took you a while to answer. Are you in bed?”

“No sweetheart, I’m downstairs on the couch watching TV. I must have dozed a bit, but now I’m wide awake. So, you are naked in bed. What’s your plan?”

“I was hoping you might join me.”

“Really, but I’m eight hundred miles away.”

“You know what I mean.”

“Well, if I was with you and you are laying naked on your bed, my face would be buried between your thighs. I’d be licking and sucking on that sweet pussy of yours.”

“Oh my, that’s what I am talking about. I wish you were here, so I could stroke your nice, hard cock. Will you stroke your nice, hard cock for me?”

“I think I can do that. Give me a minute to get comfortable.”

While I wait, I move Max down my body and slide him around my puffy outer lips and then up and down my slit. I feel warm juices begin to form within my inner labia.

“OK, sweetheart, I’m back.”

“Oh good, are you naked on the couch? Is your cock hard, thinking about me?”

“I am, and it is. I’m rubbing a nice, hard cock just for you. Would you like to suck on it?”

“Oh yes. I’d wrap my lips around your shaft and move my head up and down. I’d lick your cock from side to side and suck on your balls. Did you shave your balls for me?”

“Gawd Charlene, you are a dirty girl. Yes, I shaved them just for you. You can lick and suck them all night long.”

As I listen to his words, I continue to stroke my pussy with my vibrator. I increase the speed one more notch and Max increases his buzz as I press him to my clit. My whole body begins to vibrate. Max splits my folds and dips between my pink flesh. I push him in a few inches and then pull him out. I lift him to my lips and get the first taste of my girl juice. Mmm.

“Max was just inside my pussy. He makes me feel so good, but not as good as the real thing. I miss your thick piece of meat.”

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A couple of years I was in South Florida attending a business conference I was required to go to. It was the same old thing I did every year. I would go to Florida during the off-season, to listen to some speaker tell me about how I can improve my business and make more money. My wife attended the first conference with me, but because of her career she was unable to go to Florida for the four days of boredom, and I did not blame her.

I arrived at my hotel Friday afternoon and got settled into my room. It was a mid-sized sweet with a mini-bar. The first thing I did was to mix myself a stiff Rum and Coke. Ever since my spring break days, something has clicked in my head making me want get snookered whenever I visited Florida. I flicked through the channels on the T.V to see if I could find any sports or possibly a T & A movie.

I finally found Porky’s Revenge, an Oscar worthy T & A performance. I watched it for about a half hour while putting away about 4 rum and cokes. I finally got sick of the censored Porky’s, and decided to explore the hotel. Even though I love my wife I still love to watch beautiful women in action. Hopefully there would be a hot mother watching her kids by the pool so that I could have something to jerk off about later. So I finished my drink, threw on my swim trunks, grabbed my newspaper, and headed for the pool.

I got to the pool and there were no hot moms to admire. Just a few older couples, a family with an ugly mom, and a young couple. The girl in the younger couple was something to look at, but she wasn’t anything to brag to your friends about.

Just as I was about to pack my things up I heard what sounded like a herd of women. As I looked over my left shoulder I saw at least twenty of the most beautiful, petite women woman that I had ever seen. Some of them were blonde, some of them were dark, a few Asians, a couple of super hot Latinos. The one thing they all had in common was that they all had perfect bodies.

I just happened to be sitting in the middle of a group of about 10 lounge chairs directly in front of a table that had another 6 or 7 chairs around it. Since the majority of the chairs were luckily around me, the girls came in my direction. One of the hot Latino Girls, apparently the most popular, directed the group of luscious girls in my direction. I pretended not to look, but my eyes could not be removed from the Latin girl. Thank god I was wearing my mirrored sunglasses and could play off that I was reading the sports section.

She was gorgeous; she was about 5-2, 110 lbs., very tan, with that curly brown hair that has the reddish blonde tint on the ends of it. She was wearing a very skimpy white bikini that left nothing to the imagination. Her bikini was not even wet and I could see her dark bush through her bathing suit. It looked as though her pussy was shaved in a landing strip fashion but it was hard to tell through the bathing suit. Her tits were humungous for her small little frame. They were definitely a C-cup and were only covered by small triangles of cloth. I could feel my erection grow as I fantasized about tearing off her top and licking her extremely tan breasts.

The other girls began laying their towels out on the chairs on the end while she walked up to me. “Excuse me sweetie, is your girlfriend sitting hear?” She said. I looked up as though I had been transfixed on my sports page and replied, ” No, I don’t have a girlfriend, I mean there is nobody sitting hear”. The other hotties began giggling, I could not have planned what I said, it just came out, and it made me sound like a sweet innocent guy. After all I was not lying, I didn’t have a girlfriend and I was alone, thankfully I left my wedding ring in my suitcase. She then asked if she minded if she sat next to me and of course I said, no problem.

Even though I am in my 30’s I have taken good care of myself. I exercise an hour each day and luckily still have a very full head of hair. I can easily pass for a guy in his mid twenties especially when I am wearing my old college baseball hat like I was that day. I am 6-0, light brown hair, blue eyes with a washboard stomach. My wife is one of the most gorgeous women I have ever seen, and she admits that her Travesti first attraction to me was my awesome body.

All the girls headed directly towards the pool as soon as they got situated, except the hot Latino next to me. She asked me if the pool was nice and I replied I haven’t been in. ” Well you should, it would be fun” she replied. ” My name is Selina by the way what’s yours?” I’m Brian nice to meet you,” I said. She then got up and said well it’s time for a quick dip. As she got up I got a terrific view of her heart shaped ass. It was so firm that it didn’t even budge as she stood in front of me and ran a finger underneath the cloth of her left cheek to remove the cloth that had crawled up the crack of her lovely ass.

She dove into the pool and swam directly to the congregation of girls at the far end. They began to whisper and glance in my direction. I could see that they were all smiles. I pretended to pay them no attention, and kept looking at them through the corner of my eye through my sunglasses. I could see that the long legged blonde was telling her to go back to my area and I could hear Selina playfully saying stop it. It was obvious that this was a level of chasing women that I had not dealt with since my glory days back in high school and college.

Selina then began the swim back to my seat, and she had a full smile on her face. She got to the edge and lifted herself out of the pool. Just as I had expected, her bikini was totally see through when it was wet. She stood in front of me wringing the water out of her hair. “You should try the water it’s nice,” she said. I could not take my eyes of her nipples I could make out a perfect half dollar through her bathing suit, and Oh yes she did have a shaved pussy!! I watched her glance down at her tits, she obviously new I could see her nipples, but she seemed to enjoy it.

As she sat down all thought of faithfulness left the building, I was back in my old pussy getting form. ” So what are all you gorgeous ladies doing here, are you Hawaiian Tropic girls or something?” No, she giggled. ” We’re here for the state cheerleader championships tomorrow.” “You must be pretty good,” I said. ” We’re O.K.” she replied. “I am just so sick of Cheerleading, it just seems so immature. I can’t wait until I graduate and become a model or a actress.” ” What college do you go to”, I asked. She replied, ” I’m a senior in High school.” I almost fell out of my seat. My lustfull thoughts were enough to put me in jail for 10 to 20. She must have dealt with this age issue before because she quickly assured me that she was 18. I was relieved but was aroused about 20 times more than I was when I thought she was around 22.

I thought to myself, what an opportunity to lie my way into this girls pants. She wants to be an actress and a model and I can be the mysterious nice guy with all the hook-ups. I began by telling her about how I lived in New York and new a bunch of talent scouts and producers who would think that she was gorgeous, even though I lived in Boston and avoided New York like the plague. She immediately bought right into it, thinking that I was going to be her big break.

I asked her is she carried her portfolio with her, and she replied that she didn’t have one. I obviously knew she did not have one but I thought it would be a perfect question for my plan. “That’s to bad”, I said, ” If I had some professional pictures of you I could take them back with me and almost guarantee they would love you.” ” Wait a minute” I said, ” I have an awesome camera in my room.” This was the truth, I did have a very nice camera that my wife had given me. I took it incase I wanted to take a picture of an alligator or something, but I was not too good at using it.

She did not even hesitate she thought it was a great idea. But she told me she couldn’t do it tonight because her coach had them under curfew and she couldn’t go anywhere but her room and the pool. She begged me to take the pictures tomorrow night, so I agreed. It was such a hard decision. We continued to talk about other subjects, like how she loved rum and coke and all that bullshit but I could not keep my mind off the young cleavage that was two feet away from my face. “How izmir Travesti old are you?” she asked. 26 I replied. Wow she said I didn’t know you were that old. Ha Ha I thought to myself. I knew if she knew my real age she would hall ass, but 26 was young enough to keep her interested in me. Just then, two coaches came and corralled the girls back together. As she left she asked what time. I told her 10 P.M in room 302. She smiled and told me with a wink, I’ll be there.

I sat through the whole convention thinking of the night to come. I had jerked off last night to the thought of Selina riding my cock while the others waited in line to lick the cum off my cock. Now that would be the perfect world. By 9 I was back in my room. I had spent the evening trading secrets and drinks with the executivess. And was feeling a little buzzed. I was still nervous so I took the liberty of making my self really buzzed.

It was around 10:30 and I was feeling pretty good.But I was beginning to feel like she had backed out. Just then there was a light knock on the door. My heart jumped into my throat, as I leaped up to answer the door. There she was, even more amazing then I remembered. She wore a gray cut off tank top with no bra. It was cut so high I could almost see the bottoms of her round breasts. Her nipples were totally hard. They made the tank top rise even higher. The shorts she was wearing was a set of white, high cut spandex. When I say high cut, I mean the ones that fit like a pair of men briefs. I could see the outline of her muff through the spandex and her underwear that she wore under them. It was puffy and swollen enough to fit into the palm of my hand. She wore white tennis shoes and white sox, and had her hair up in a frizzy ponytail. She looked like the sexiest women that you might see when you visit a high priced gym.

She blew by me and made her way for the mini-bar. ” I never thought my coaches would go to bed.” She said. As she walked by I noticed that she was wearing a thong. Through her tight spandex I could see how they divided that lovely ass of hers. She grabbed a miniature Jack Daniels, cracked it open and downed it. I told her I had gotten the camera ready and she said we’ll get to it.

I made us a couple Rum and Cokes, one stiff one for her and on weak one for me, and we sat down on the bed while she told my about every second of the championship. I pretended to be interested but I could not take my eyes off her cleavage since every time she bent forward I could catch a glimpse of those dark beautiful nipples. On about her third drink I noticed that she was starting to feel the alcohol. She asked me to look for a movie on T.V. So I obliged. On HBO was Basic Instinct. I paused for a moment on the channel and she asked me to keep it there. She told me how hot the movie was, especially Michael Douglas. She said older men make her horny. She then giggled and said she couldn’t believe she told me that. I told her to relax and that I didn’t think anything she did would scare me to bad.

I got up to make us some more drinks and as I walked by her she reached out and slapped my ass. It was on now. I put down the cups, hopped on her and began tickling her. She laughed uncontrollably as she feebly tried to tickle me back. Without effort I overpowered her. I tickled her all over, with the occasional grabbing of her tits. I took her arms and put them above her head . To keep them there I sat on them with my knees. We both stopped laughing as I looked into her big brown, fuck me eyes. I could feel that my dick was as hard as ever. As I glanced to see that my hard on was not over-apparent, I noticed that her flimsy tank top was pulled up to her neck. I was so aroused about seeing those two gorgeous brown nipples, inches from my fully erect cock I almost came in my pants. To insure I was not in trouble I apologized and got off her arms. She replied, sorry for what, as she reached up and grabbed my cock through my kaki shorts.

With her free hand she unzipped my shorts and pulled out my 9-inch dick. Ummm, she cooed, while looking at me through her sex craved eyes. ” You have a nice cock,” she said. At that moment she pulled me by my dick until I was directly over Konya Travesti her face. She then lifted her head up devouring almost the entire length of my cock. I could not imagine how such a small mouth could consume so much cock. I fucked her mouth for at least five minutes until she pushed me and told me to get off. I thought to myself, figures I’ll have to finish myself off.

She then sprung up from the bed and ripped her tank top off. Without wasting any time she also tore off her spandex and g-string. She stood before me totally nude rubbing her bald pussy. She said ‘it feels so weird, while I was waiting to come down I took a bath and shaved my pussy, do you like it?” It looks great I said, trying to compare it to the see through shot from yesterday. She slinked her way over to me and crawled onto the bed. Pushing me down she straddled my face and said it as her turn. Her pussy was the smoothest I had ever felt. She placed both hands on the wall behind the headboard and humped my face for all it was worth. I licked every inch of her smooth pussy, I did the alphabet frontward and backwards until she shivered and bucked, dumping her juices in my mouth. She collapsed, got off and rolled onto her back.

I laid beside her and rubbed her pussy gently with my finger until she was aroused again. As soon as she began to moan I knew it time to feel the inside of this hot little pussy. She grabbed both her legs and pulled them back to her shoulders and begged me to put it in her. I was so excited to see this young, very hot woman, with a smooth pussy begging me to fuck her, I almost came right there. But I fought it off and slammed my dick into her tight pussy. She screamed, ” Oh my god!!!!” And clawed the hell out my back. Never would I have thought that a girl this young would be so wild. I fucked the hell out of her, pumping her as hard as I could, while she squeezed my ass begging for more.

Finally I fucked her to exhaustion and she was begging me to please just cum. But I’m not wearing a rubber and I don’t want to get it all over the bed I pleaded. She asked, what should we do then. I’ll just cum in your mouth. But I’ve never done that she said. All older girls do it I explained and she agreed. With that I straddled her face and placed the head of my prick in her mouth. I began to masturbate until I came to ejaculation. Being the nice guy I am I pulled the dick out of her mouth and came all over her nose and cheek, while telling her to make sure she didn’t make a mess. She quickly apologized and shoved my cock into her mouth slurping up all the cum. She gagged a few times but gobbled up every last drop.

After she gobbled up my spunk I rolled off her to catch my breath. She jumped up and ran to the bathroom to rinse her mouth out. Even though I had just came unbelievably I still got a thrill from watching her incredible body walking to the bathroom. She came back wearing the hotel robe saying that she better go back to her room. Don’t go I said as I slapped my shorts back on. How about another drink I asked. She reluctantly said O.K. We both laid down on the bed and watched another movie while putting drink after drink away. Before I knew it we were both totally shitfaced, and I was getting horny again. I began to rub her ass, and she joked, you like that don’t you. I replied yes, I love it. We then began talking about anal sex, and she said she had never done it. I explained to her that knew a lot of women that loved it.

With that she pulled up the bathrobe and asked me to do it. I grabbed the complimentary packet of aloe and rubbed it all over her tight asshole. Just be easy she said through a slur. Sure I said. I lined up my dick and rammed my dick all the way into her ass. She bit the pillow letting out a muffled scream. It took a few minutes of pain for her to get used to it, but as soon as I put my fingers into her pussy she was ale to enjoy it. Her ass was so tight it took me no time to cum, even in my drunken state. I came hard by pumping the hell out her tight little asshole. As I collapsed upon her she said that was awesome. I couldn’t believe it. I talked this chick into letting me fuck the hell out of her asshole and she loved it.

Selina stayed until about 5 A.M. I continued to fuck her on and off throughout the night. She told me that she had one night left at the Hotel, and that she may have some friends that would be interested in joining us. You’ll just have to see how it comes out in the conclusion.

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