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“I want to watch you blow two much younger, hung men at the same time with an audience. And you?” I ask.

“I want to watch a male and female blow you at the same time. While another man is licking and kissing my ass cheeks. With an audience,” she tells me with a big smile.

“Promise?” I smile back full of anticipation.

We arrived in time for lunch in our room after which we looked around to find the nude beach. We were the centre of attention as we undressed then held hands as we strutted about.

“You two are going to be very popular, your lady’s glorious ass and your large cock, are both magnificent,” one naked couple, Mary and Mike, who we met up with again later told us, to our mutual satisfaction.

After a few days we have both had sex with new partners while the other watched and are both looking forward to new sexual challenges.

“Tonight’s entertainment is Jacque and his friends. And be warned, he is very well endowed,” the announcer told the audience of around twenty people as the curtain lifted. As the lights went on we could see a naked ebony man with his back to the audience standing with his legs spread and his hands on his hips. “Gorgeous ass,” Sarah whispered, “And look at the size of his cock dangling between his legs. Huge, fucking huge.”

As he turned around to face the audience we could see he was a very attractive man with a toned body and a very large and thick flaccid cock. Then another two naked white men with toned bodies and large flaccid cocks appeared.

“Wow, three naked well-hung men. they must be twenty-years younger than us,” Sarah whispered obviously aroused as she and I both ogled their naked bodies.

The two white men stood close to Jacque, the ebony man, so he could stroke their no longer flaccid cocks. Then one of them commenced licking and sucking Jacque’s nipples as the other man commenced licking and kissing his cock.

Huge sexual tension as twenty people watched and enjoyed Jacque achieve a huge, thick erection. “He must be eleven-inches,” Sarah whispered loud enough for some of those watching to hear and respond in kind.

Previously Sarah and I have often enjoyed and been turned on watching one man blowing another hung man. Wonderful foreplay for both of us. Never two men blowing another hung man as we watched in awe as Jacque soaked up the sexual pleasure as two men alternated licking and sucking his balls and huge thick escort karataş bayan cock. That was before Jacque sat on a chair with one man kneeling between his legs sucking his huge cock as he sucked the other man’s large cock.

The finale of the show was the three men masturbating in sync as they orgasmed at the same time, with Jacque the center of attention, flaunting and teasing his huge, thick cock for all those watching.

After the show the three men were mingling in the bar when Sarah, looking rather flushed with sexual excitement after the show, very confidently approached Jacque before I joined them. “I was just telling Jacque how impressed I was with the show. I told him I would love to blow his huge cock while you watch at the start. Then I want him to blow you at the same time. I told him you were hung but not quite in his league. How big are you Jacque, when fully aroused? My guess is eleven inches.”

“When you have me fully aroused I will tell you Sarah,” he teased, obviously keen to take up Sarah’s offer.

“I want to be your cougar Jacque, four tomorrow afternoon in our room for our mutual pleasure,” Sarah told him and me with a self satisfied smile.

“I want this to be really good for the three of us, a three-way,” Sarah tells me as she tongue kisses me just before Jacque is due. “All I can think of is Jacque’s huge cock.”

The anticipation is always very exciting for us when we are going to enjoy a new sexual partner, especially a much younger one with a toned muscular body. And a huge cock. A bonus turn on for both of us. Today even more so as Jacque arrives. He is topless and wearing a tight fitting pair of trousers. The bulge in his trousers makes it obvious he is well hung.

I want to tease the three of us by undressing my lady for a new man and showing him her naked body. She is not wearing much, killer heels, a skimpy black g-string, which is not visible, and a short blouse that highlights her glorious thighs and barely covers her wonderful, firm ass. I am standing behind her as we tongue kiss.

“Sarah loves to have her ass worshiped,” I tell him as I turn her around and lift the blouse to expose her ass as we passionately tongue kiss. Her ass has never looked better I muse as I undo the clip on her g-string and it drops to her ankles.

Just as we both hoped and wanted Jacque licks and kisses her ass cheeks escort bayan karkamış as Sarah and I passionately tongue kiss. I am very much enjoying presenting my almost naked lady to a really well hung new man who has a larger cock than me.

We are both tense with sexual anticipation as we wait to ogle his cock and to confirm if Sarah’s guess of eleven-inches when erect is correct. Sarah has her hands all over his bare chest before she licks and sucks his nipples.

“My guess is you are the biggest man we have ever had. Note that I said we, my man and I are a team today,” she tells him as she slides his trousers down to expose his already erect cock.

Sarah and I are both watching intently as he slides an evil looking cock ring along his thick, erect, shaft then clips it under his balls.

“Now you baby, show him your cock,” Sarah smiles as I oblige and enjoy his reaction as he strokes his erection for both of us.

“This is for both of us baby, your turn on is my turn on,” Sarah tells me in an agitated voice.

To tease Sarah and to add to her pleasure I am licking her very wet cunt lips while I glance at her stroking his huge cock. I already have a full on erection. Sarah really is an exciting woman with a huge sex drive.

“You told me when I had you fully aroused you would tell me how big you are,” Sarah teases as she licks and kisses his cock while holding it. He already is bigger than my nine-inches. “Your cock is magnificent, just fucking magnificent,” she whispers as she wraps two hands around it and slides her pursed lips along the tip of it then compares it with her forearm.

“Not quite fully aroused yet Sarah,” he teases as he sits on a chair and motions for Sarah to kneel between his legs as he strokes his cock with a fingertip. Then he motions for me to stand close to him and slides a hand along my erection.

“Your cock is bigger than my two buddies you watched last night. And thicker. And I am fully aroused now Sarah, for both of you. Just over eleven-inches for both of you Sarah,” he whispers just before Sarah watches him commence sucking my raging erection.

Then Sarah is in her element as she strokes, licks, kisses and sucks his huge, thick cock with me watching her. “Do you like watching what I am doing baby?,” she manages to ask.

“You know I do baby. Your turn on is my turn on and my cock is throbbing,” kilis escort bayan I whisper very aroused.

I have my hands behind my head soaking up two lots of sexual pleasure. Watching my lady blowing the biggest cock we have ever had is exciting. Even more exciting while the man Sarah is blowing is giving me an exquisite blow job. He is very talented as he expertly uses his lips, tongue and fingers on my rock hard erection.

After a few minutes he stops to lick and suck my balls. Sarah is obviously watching closely as she stops to lick and suck his balls. “Your turn on is my turn on baby,” she smiles as she watches Jacque resume blowing me and she resumes blowing him.

I am barely aware of someone knocking on the door. “Sorry we’re late Sarah.” It is Mary and Mike, the couple we met on our first afternoon on the nude beach.

“Oh wow, look at the size of the erections on those two men,” they both exclaim in unison as they focus.

Sarah and I both love sex with an audience. This time it is special, very special. “Oh fuck, awesome, just fucking awesome,” Mary is muttering as she stands close to me and ogles Jacque sucking my raging, wet erection as she alternates glancing at Sarah sucking Jacque.

Her man is more interested in watching Sarah. He is standing behind her, ogling her glorious ass with an obvious, bulging erection under his trousers as he watches her experienced and polished blow job technique.

Just as I hoped, without a word being said, Mary fully clothed, is standing behind me teasing my nipples with a fingertip on each as her man glances.

“You two men are magnificent. Are you going to blow for me?,” Mary whispers as I can feel myself getting close to a huge orgasm.

When I glance at the wall clock I can see we have been going for twenty-five minutes. I can usually last and soak up the sexual pleasure for at least that long. Today I have a male and a female pleasuring my body. I want to outlast Jacque. Or orgasm in sync with him perhaps?

I am watching Sarah lick and suck just the tip of his erection as she strokes the full length of it as she scratches his balls. Hard. He really is huge. An extra turn on for me. He is doing exactly the same to my erection. Licking and sucking just the tip of my erection as he strokes the full length of it and scratches my balls

Then he is almost screaming with pleasure as Sarah brings him off with her fingers and I shoot a huge load in sync.

“Tomorrow night, you Sarah and my man?,” Mary asks, or rather tells Sarah and I as they leave. “We are a very talented couple and we want to give you new levels of sexual pleasure.

And they did, to our great delight with another couple watching.

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Vanessa avait su Herman pour la plupart de sa vie. Après tout, il a couru le petit atelier de confectionary en ville et elle était toujours un grand ventilateur de bonbon. Les arachides de chocolat-couvert, le poisson suédois, ‘Boston-baked beans’ … Vous le nommez, elle l’a aimé. Et il toujours lui a donné un sourire spécial quand il l’a donnée une extra-truelle pleine de bonbons de marrube. Mais ceci l’année dernière, elle ferait a été donner lui un sourire spécial parce qu’il a semblé si triste. Elle a su que sa femme avait morte et qu’il était tout seul dans cette grande maison si elle l’a fait un point pour aller par l’atelier tous les jours, juste le voir qu’et donne lui qui sourit.

Aujourd’hui était différent. Aujourd’hui, elle l’avait eu l’intention de séduire. Donc elle a été très étonnée de voir le signe à vendre sur la porte de l’atelier et trouver il a fermé et fermé à clef tendu. Elle a conduit par-dessus à sa maison et cogné sur la porte. Sa face a montré la surprise.

“Bonjour! Voir luxueux vous ici!”

Pour un moment long, Vanessa ne pourrait pas parler. Elle était si utilisée à voir lui sur l’autre côté d’un compteur dans ses pantalon et de chemise blanches normales, qu’elle ne pourrait pas le réconcilier avec cette personne. Son argent-et-les cheveux noirs ont été lissés de retour, sa poitrine bronzée se découvre et un slips de bain mouillé Accrocher dans tous les bons endroits et bon révéler son bombement viril.

“Bien, pouvez-vous parler?”

“Euh, er, désolé, M. Bittman.”

“Le Herm du nom, court pour Herman, et vous savez que parce que vous m’appelez qui au magasin.”

“Euh, oui, monsieur.”

“Que peux-je faire pour vous?”

“Le magasin. Pourquoi vous le vendez?”

Ses épaules fortes sont tombées un morceau. “Pourquoi vous n’entrez pas?”

“Oh, je ne veux pas imposer sur votre temps, Herm.”

“Aucun abus. S’allume dans.”

Son thudding de coeur dans ses oreilles, Vanessa est entré sa maison. Pendant qu’il lui a donné l’explication de la vente du magasin, elle a jeté un oeil environ, recevant l’atmosphère et apprenant de ce qu’a fait le tictaquer de Herm. Etaient partout les touches féminines de sa femme dernière, sa Joie. Les fleurs ici, la chine là-bas. Mais il a semblé si solitaire.

” … Juste ne peut pas le contrôler plus.”

“Que?”

“J’ai dit, je ne peux pas contrôler courant juste l’atelier seul plus.”

“Vous pourriez l’engager.”

“Qui ferait le besoin pour travailler dans un magasin de bonbon?”

Vanessa avait une vision du sien transmet, ces grandes mains fortes frottant sa peau de chocolat, et elle a dit, “Je ferais.”

Il a dévisagé à elle pour une seconde. “Vraiment?”

“Vraiment.” Elle a jeté un coup d’oeil escort gaziantep yabancı bayan au devant de ses troncs, a étonné encore de voir que son bombement avait agrandi un morceau. Si, il était faire l’attention à elle! “Vous avez une mare?”

“Oui, c’est là où j’étais.”

“Grand! J’aime la natation.” Elle a avalé sa crainte et tiré de sa chemise, montrant sa dernière acquisition du Secret de Victoria, un demi-soutien-gorge lavande, la dentelle juste au-dessous de ses mamelons bruns sombres. Les yeux de Herm ont bombé. “Vous n’arriveriez pas avoir un extra-procès, n’est-ce pas?”

“Euh, no.”

“Oh, bien, je peux juste nage dans ceux-ci.” Elle halète est allée prochain, découvrant la lanière correspondante de dentelle. L’un “durer dans est un oeuf pourri!”

Elle n’était pas sûre où la porte de derrière était mais elle a précipiter vers le dos de la maison, le trouvé et la colombe précipitamment dans la fin profonde de la mare. Pour une seconde, elle n’était pas sûre qu’il venait jusqu’à ce qu’il a sauté dans, le style de boulet de canon, et l’est trempée. Elle a bredouillé, éblouissant dans sa face rieuse et a essayé de le tremper. Il n’a pas travaillé. Il était beaucoup plus fort qu’elle était. Il l’a soulevée au-dessus de l’eau et l’a lancée dans la fin profonde. Elle riait si dur qu’elle s’est accrochée aux barres approche des escaliers, Se tenant en haut. Le rire est mort dans sa gorge comme il a nagé plus près, se déplaçant entre ses jambes.

“Donc je devine je suis l’oeuf pourri.”

“Je devine vous êtes.” Elle n’avait jamais remarqué comment beau ses yeux étaient, brillant vert avec les mouchetures en or et ils l’hypnotisaient. “Donc puisque j’ai gagné, j’obtiens pour choisir mon prix.” Vanessa s’est penché plus près, mettant la transmet sur le sien endosse. “Vous devez faire n’importe quoi je vous dis pour la demi-heure prochaine.”

“Vous me faites votre esclave?”

“Oui, et vous ne pouvez pas vous opposer. A n’importe quoi. Vous devez le faire.” Elle a souri. “Maintenant, me prendre hors dans le milieu de la mare.”

Elle s’est sentie que le sien arme la boucle autour de sa taille, soulevant sa fin et elle a emballé ses jambes, amenant autour de lui son packet dans le contact direct avec son minet humide. Elle pourrait dire qu’il avait remarqué aussi parce que son coq a grandi même plus grand, menaçant de pousser de ses short.

“Cela est assez extrême.” Il a arrêté juste timide de la cinq marque de pied. “Maintenant, prendre mon soutien-gorge de.”

“Que?”

“Vous ne pouvez pas vous opposer, pouvez vous rappeler?”

Il a hoché et elle a senti que ses doigts de tremblement trébuchent genç escort gaziantep par-dessus les loquets, luttant finalement Il libère et le glissant en bas par-dessus elle endosse. Ses seins bruns avec les mamelons de chocolat sombres ont flotté libre. Elle a fait semblant de tendre, les amenant dans les pouces de ses lèvres.

“Vous les aimez?”

“Oui.”

Vanessa a aimé le tremblement dans sa voix. “Alors pourquoi vous ne les léchez pas?” Ses beaux yeux se sont balancés du sien à ses gros mamelons. “Va de l’avant.” Elle est déplacée un petit plus près. “Les lécher.”

Quand sa bouche a fermé par-dessus l’un, un cahoter coupé en tranches par elle, ‘pooling’ dans son minet, qu’elle a frotté contre lui. Elle a senti la texture rugueuse de sa langue et la force de ses lèvres, sa moulure, léchant et sucer Ses mamelons jusqu’à ce qu’ils étaient des cailloux et elle secouait avec les sensations. Ses yeux ont attrapé le sien comme il a transféré à l’autre, atteignant hors avec la pointe de sa langue à la pointe même de son mamelon, le dévorant alors avec la délectation. Elle ne pourrait pas aider le Suffoquer que l’a échappée, ni le jailissement de jus qui ont fui dans l’eau.

“Me prendre à la fin peu profonde.”

Elle a tremblé dans le sien arme comme Herm a fouiné ses seins, lentement striding à la partie peu profonde de la mare. Quand ils ont atteint les trois étapes graduées, elle le lâche, tombant lentement jusqu’ à son fond frappé sur l’escalier de milieu. Ses hanches étaient presque de l’eau et elle a élevé sur la première étape, dévisageant à lui.

“Prendre mon slip de.”

Encore, le sien touche a tremblé comme ils ont accroché dans son slip et les ont tiré en bas par-dessus ses hanches. Son puits-taillé le buisson noir est venu dans la vue et elle s’est étalé les jambes, lui montrant le scintiller les intérieurs roses.

“Lécher mon minet.”

Vanessa a failli défaillir à la sensation de ses doigts épais, tirant ses lèvres à part et la droite d’en-tête pour son clit. Le plaisir a explosé dans son estomac, les jus glissant dans sa fissure d’âne en sueur comme elle a gémi par un orgasme féroce. Sa langue a donné une chiquenaude à son clit encore et elle a reculé presque dans la douleur, le plaisir était si fort. Quand il a glissé un doigt dans son minet qui saisit, elle a pensé elle a vu des étoiles.

“Oh, Herm. Ouais, garder faire il. Juste comme cela. Juste comme … OOOOO!”

Elle tombait le bord, son corps frissonnant comme si elle gelait et un gémissement a verrouillé dans sa gorge. Son minet a convulsionné autour de son doigt, revêtant sa main avec son miel précieux. Il a ajouté un autre doigt, remplissant et la tendant gaziantep gerçek resimli escort bayan et elle est venue encore, plus dur si cela était possible. Elle a suffoqué, saisissant le bord de la mare dans un effort pour garder de la secousse à part.

“Dieu, Herm. Prendre ces pantalon de et me donne votre coq.” Vanessa a frémi à la sensation du sien touche partir sa saisie.

“Je ne peux pas faire cela. Vous êtes calme … vous êtes un … “

“Vierge? Je sais cela. Donc quel est le problème?”

“Vous me voulez à … “

“Oui. Je ne peux pas penser de n’importe qui d’autre j’aurais plutôt comme mon premièrement.”

“Pourquoi?”

“Parce que, dans toutes les années je suis venu par le magasin, vous toujours avez été merveilleux à me. Toujours cligné à moi et m’a donné extra-confit. Toujours a fait me sent le spécial.” Elle s’est penché en avant, ses pouces de lèvres de son comme elle a appuyé sur ses troncs et sa piqûre a bondi hors. “Je veux faire vous sentez le spécial maintenant.”

“Mais … “

“Aucun opposer.” Elle a chuchoté doucement, l’appuyant la bouche au sien. Sa langue a poussé son ouverture de lèvres et il l’a tirée à lui, son coq glissant lentement dans son noyau chaud et la tendant. “Oh, Herm. S’il vous plaît.” La douleur a saisi son aine comme il a poussé le passé son hymen et a tenu en place jusqu’ au malaise passé.

“Je suis désolé pour vous blesser.”

“Cela va très bien. S’il vous plaît me baiser.”

“Avec le plaisir.”

Son grognement a réglé sa chair sombre sur le feu et il l’a passionnée pour voir le sien blanc comme neige le tube de viande disparaître dans elle Tunnel rose et brun. La chaleur a voyagé en haut son épine et sa diffusion à travers sa face et ses oreilles, thEn streaked en bas dans son minet, sa chair de velours ondule contre son acier. Sa peau a picoté et ses orteils ont bouclé.

“Dieu, Herm. Je ve a attendu un temps long pour ceci. Baiser, vous êtes si grand!”

“Oh, ouais, déplacer vos hanches comme cela. Ugh!”

Vanessa a senti son houle de coq et il a réglé son propre orgasme de. Elle s’est renversée et a laissé l’explosion prend la sent, son souffle attrapé dans sa gorge. “Oh, oui! Oh, oui!”

“Avec avec moi, le bien-aimé. Faire ce vieil homme heureux.”

Elle a regardé en bas dans ses yeux, aimant la sensualité sombre qu’elle a vue là-bas. “Oh, oui! Me prendre là-bas, Herm! Oh, Dieu!”

L’explosion de son sperme dans son cunt chaud était comme rien elle ferait jamais expérimenté et son minet répondu, onduler et serrant encore quatre pompes de sperme de lui. Elle ne pourrait pas respirer, ne pourrait pas déplacer et pourrait laisser la noirceur la prend. Elle a éveillé des minutes plus tard, son corps dans l’eau, doucement cradled dans le sien arme. Un lit sachant de sourire ses lèvres et il a courbé pour embrasser sa bouche.

“Allez-vous très bien?”

“Oh, Herm, cela était spectaculaire!”

“Je rassemble. Je n’ai jamais eu une passe de femme hors sur moi avant.”

Vanessa a couru la touche par ses cheveux de poitrine, frottant ses mamelons durcissant. “Le besoin pour le faire deux fois?”

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It had been a few weeks since I’d started having sex at the gloryhole as well as giving blowjobs. There was still mix which was good but I’d had to set a limit of how many guys I could fuck a day. Although it didn’t usually last more than a few minutes, guys weren’t exactly gentle with me! So I’d set a limit of 6 guys a day, which is still a lot! I’d managed to perfect a few different positions because as fun as it is, it’s not the most comfortable thing to do with the wall in between. The easiest for the guys obviously is me bent over so they slide straight into my pussy, or as a few tried ‘accidentally’ my ass! They were very quickly repositioned! I may have gone from a relatively inexperienced girl to one who had sucked hundreds of stranger and been fucked by dozens, but that is one thing that is strictly a no…. For now lol.

I’d also taken to standing up facing the wall, which was fine for the guys but basically meant my face was pressed up against the wall. I’d fucked a guy like that at the end of the day, and I didn’t know but basically my face was red from the wall which led to awkward questions from my mum when I’d got home!!

By now my car was fully paid off and my bank balance was increasing every day. I was still living at home, not paying any rent and taking home anywhere up to £500 a day! With travel restrictions lifting me a couple of the girls decided we needed a holiday and booked a few days in Spain. It was all booked and paid for, just needed to speak to James (shop owner) to let him know I’ll be taking a week off.

The day was a bit of a strange one, the morning had been really busy and felt like there must have been a queue outside the cubical! It started with a grup gaziantep escort bayan couple of blowjobs, nothing out of the ordinary, but with practice I was able to take more and more in my mouth and if the guys was under about 5 inches I could take him all in my throat. I could tell from the moans and the “oh fucks” that was appreciated, as well as the fact they would cum very quick! Sometimes that was good thing as it was easier to swallow, but if they were a heavy cummer it would make me gag, cough and spit as I essentially almost drown in cum lol. I always had a bowl and a glass of water next to me for those cases as on days like today I didn’t get any breaks.

As well as a few blowjobs I’d also had 4 guys choose to fuck me. The first was very quick, barely two thrusts and he was cumming! It’s good in a way as I still get the money for very little work but also really frustrating as I actually really enjoy being fucked through it and barely enough time to register it has started lol. But he politely panted a thank you and left so must have been happy with the ‘service’. The third guy almost meant I had to stop for the day! He… was… huge!! There’s a few bigger guys who visit and I always enjoy the challenge but this guy was a different level. Must have been well over 9 inches but thick with it, it was more the girth that challenged me. He also had stamina and was loving using my tight body and teen pussy for his pleasure. I had to keep switching positions to be able to take him all comfortably which meant he both got a bit frustrated but also meant he lasted longer!! I eventually managed to find a position that meant i escort bayan güneyşehir could switch between bent over and standing without disrupting his rhythm, I came at least 3 times and he had to slow as my legs and body started to shake and I could barely keep standing. After what felt like forever, but in a good way I felt his balls tighten as he unloaded in the condom with a grunt and a moan “well done little girl” he said as he zipped up and left as i lay on the floor on the other side of the divide in a crumpled heap of sweat and my own juices.

Before I had time to get my breath back there was another guy at the gloryhole, luckily he only wanted a blowjob, and as tired as I was I managed to satisfy another customer!

A quick look at my watch and realised I was very late for lunch so closed the gloryhole, had a quick clean up to look fairly decent and headed round to the shop to tell James I would be on holiday for a week. When I got round he’d had to pop out for a while so I went for lunch and told the guy in the shop I’d come round after hours.

After a busy morning the afternoon was very quiet. One guy came in almost straight after lunch for a blowjob and then only one more guy a few hours later. That’s where the day took a really bad turn. The actual fuck was good, he was a decent size, cut (which I like) and clean, which isn’t always the case!! We had to swap positions a few times as my legs were still sore from the morning and every time we did he cheekily ‘accidentally’ tried to put it in my ass, I was feeling playful and very horny so a few times I teased him and rubbed him against my ass without letting him penetrate islahiye escort bayan before guiding him back into my pussy, much to his disappointment lol. He came after a few minutes and didn’t say anything as he left. Which is normal but I like some gratitude lol. It was that moment the panic set in! As I stood up I could feel something funny, so I put my hand down to the top of my leg and my heart stopped, cum! I could see he had a condom on so it must have split. I didn’t know what to do, I quickly got clean and drove to pharmacy for a pill but it was closed. I started to panic and cry a bit in my car. ‘Calm down’ I tried to tell myself, I can come back tomorrow and it’ll be fine. I tried to believe myself but I couldn’t stop crying.

I managed to calm myself down a bit and went back to the shop to book the time off for my holiday. I really needed it now!!

I was torn on wether to tell James or not, as he will be worried for me but is it really something he’ll want getting out about the shop. I decided to keep it to myself until I knew I was ok.

I walked into the shop to see James angrily looking at the CCTV.

“What’s up” I asked

“Someone’s stole a load of stuff so seeing who it was” he replied

“Oh that’s shit, let me help” i said.

I walked round to behind the desk and there was two young lads in the shop who looked like they were up to no good, after a few minutes an older guy walked in, also looking a bit suspicious but after a few seconds started to walk towards the gloryhole

“One of your customers” James joked

“Haha looks like it I” replied, “I’ve never known who’s been in before” I said nervously as this is the guy who I fucked in the afternoon.

Just as he was about to get to the door he turned round and we could see his face

“NO” I screamed.

“NO, NO DONT BE YOU, NO DONT GO IN”

“What’s wrong?” James asked as the guy made his was into the booth

“Who is he?”

Tears streaming down my face, I look at James

“My dad”

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Heather and I were in our home gym for our morning workout, I just finished my last set of weights as I noticed Heather grabbing her mat and laying it out in a small space between the machines on the floor. She sat down on it and started to stretch out before starting her routine. I sat and watched, transfixed. Heather could bend in places I didn’t think I had places. I wander over, pretending not to look, and grabbing a mat, laying it near hers. I sat down and started to stretch out. She is resting on her left knee and stretching her right leg out in front of her. Wanting to catch her attention, and letting my male bravado get the better of me, I attempted to copy the move, thinking to myself, ‘Looks easy.’

Then I fell over with a thump. She looks over her shoulder at me as I hastily trie to regain my composure. “ Slippery mat,” I said. She smile as I made a second attempt to replicate the maneuver, imitation is the sincerest form of flattery. My second attempt my face slapped the vinyl covering she let out a giggle and collapsed herself in a more dignified fashion than I had managed on either of my attempts. She rolls onto her back laughing out loud, holding her sides, to stop them splitting at my expense, I saw an opportunity that and seized it. I’m leaning over her and tickling her, and she is helpless, no longer laughing at my lack of balance or feeble attempts to keep up with her, but because she can’t help it.

We made eye contact. Her eyes are beautiful blue-grey, round and framed with perfect lashes. I slow my efforts until they were non-existent and move towards her lips. She raises her head to meet me. We kissed. Her lips parting slightly as I push gently with my tongue, letting it slide against hers in her mouth and back out again.
She wraps her arms around my neck lifting her hips so I get my own arms around her back. She pulls me on top of her and tightens her grip. I feel her hands running down my back and thought ‘ thank the fuck were in our private gym!’ I pull her into a sitting position suggesting escort gaziantep rus bayan we go to the bedroom. She looks at me and nods, the same lust in her eyes as I know is in mine. Within minutes we were heading out of the gym and to the bedroom.

I push her through the door, within moments we were wrapped up in each others arms, kissing and caressing each other. “ Shower. Now!” The only two words that has passed her lips to this point, and they hit me hard. I grab her hand and lead her to the bathroom. Halfway to the bathroom I pull her down on top of me and start to pull her top over her head. She lifts her arms and lets me, maintaining the eye contact for as long as possible. I stoop to kiss her neck and shoulders sucking gently at the skin, letting my tongue roam over it. She pulls my hair “ Shower. NOW!” she repeats, more urgently this time.

I got up and practically drag her behind me. We got into the bathroom, and as I’m closing the door she starts to unfasten my shorts and push them down around my ankles. A wave of pleasure sweeps over me and I grab hold of the sink to keep my feet. The warmth of her tongue against the skin of my cock took me by surprise as she licks up and down the full length of my cock, dipping it into her mouth once, then standing up and switching the shower on.

She stood under the cascading water, allowing it to fall over her entire body. I follow her lead, stripping off and jumping into the hot spray and wrapping my arms around her as soon as she is in reach. She pushes my head toward her breast with an insistent pressure until my lips brushes her nipple. She arches her back to present it to me as they did. I flick my tongue gently across its tip, before slowing the movement to circle it, sucking it into my mouth.

I felt her hand moving down my back, around my side, searching for my erection. She started to stroke her hand up and down my shaft, gripping tighter and pulling faster, matching the movements of escort bayan gaziantep swinger my mouth on her breast.

I lowered myself to my knees, reluctantly leaving her grip, and lifted her left leg so that her foot rested on the edge of the bath. I ran my fingers across her pussy and let my fingertips enter her. Just as quickly they were out of her again. A frustrated groan. She was as horny as me. Brilliant. I decided I was going to drive her to the edge of desperation.

I knelt with my face an inch from her clit and looked up at her. She was pleading with her beautiful eyes, and I was almost tempted to plunge straight in there and give her all that she wanted. I resisted and slowly moved forward, stopping just as I was about to make contact. I was breathing heavily, directing the breath onto her clearly aroused pussy. I blew onto it; the cold air eliciting a shiver then pushed the full blade of my tongue against her, from bottom to top before licking at her clit.

She gripped the back of my head, holding my tongue against her. Her breathing was ragged, and I knew that she wanted more. I managed to move away and started to kiss the insides of her thighs, licking closer and closer, tasting her juices. Again the frustrated groan.

I pushed two fingers to the hilt into her opening and watched as she accepted them; her body twitching slightly as they twisted slightly, rubbing against the inside of her pussy. She pulled me to my feet and kissed me, my fingers still moving in and out.

Leaning towards me, her lips to my ear “fuck me,” she whispered. Without needing to be told a second time, I spun her around and bent her over. She braced herself against the wall to help maintain her balance and looked back over her shoulder to encourage me. I didn’t need it. I gently rubbed the head of my cock against her clit before letting it find its way into her hot, wet hole. One long, slow stroke later I was inside her, both of us groaning contentedly.

gaziantep travesti escort kızlar I started a slow rhythm moving my full length in and out of her as she rocked back against me. Then I thought of teasing again. I pulled almost the full length of my cock out of her, and just played with about an inch sliding in and out of her. She whipped her head round and looked at me as if to ask why I’d stopped giving her what she wanted. At that moment I gave it to her. The look on her face drove me to repeat that little move again. And again. Each time the look turned me on more and more.

She turned to face me and wrapped her leg around my hip, directing my cock into her pussy again, and then pulling me into her with her leg. We stood in a tight embrace, our tongues dancing and entwining as our hands ran over each other’s bodies. Her nails dig into my back as my finger brush her tight anus. She nibbled my ear and gasped, “Do it…”

I traced the tight crinkles of skin with my index finger, traced it up and down her ass crack, and then back to the hole. I push gently as she thrust her hips towards me, before relaxing back onto the intruding finger. Just the tip has penetrated until she thrusts back onto it, pushing it knuckle deep in herself. We continue to fuck in this position; my finger probing her ass, her leg controlling my cock in her pussy, relaxing to let me withdraw and tightening to pull me back in. her leg starts to quicken its movements as fingernails claw and dig further into my shoulders and her breath starts rasping. She threw her head back, tilting her shoulders forward to avoid a concussion and let out a voiceless scream.

Heather drops her leg, needing both to support her, I move both my hands to her buttocks, and start thrusting faster my turn. I want her to make me cum. It didn’t take long, as I reach my orgasm she drops to her knees in front of me. She takes my cock in her mouth and starts sucking as she pumps her hand up and down on my shaft again. It only takes a few moments for the combination of the friction from her hand and the sensitive stimulation of her tongue and lips to make me cum. I pull out at the last minute and spray it over her face and into her mouth.
She takes my cock between her lips again starting to lick me clean, savours every drop. I pull her to her feet and hold her tight as I wipe her face clean.

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My name is Sara and i work at a small recruitment agency, from my very first day, I developed a sexual feeling for my new boss, she was around 45 years but looked so hot and sexy, everything about her, the way she walked and the way she spoke made me tingle all over, i wasn’t sure if she liked girls or if she was just a very touchy-feely type of woman, but wow whenever she accidentally touched me and smiled i would skip a breath and a warm feeling seemed to run through my entire body, i think I had secretly fallen in love with her, so I tried everything to please her whenever I could. I had always considered myself Bisexual, but recently i found myself longing for a permanent female lover, someone who was strong enough to give me what I craved, I so hoped that the feeling I had about her was right, she gave all the right signals that she was interested in me as more than a worker and friend, but i had to be sure ,so i started innocently flirting with her and letting her catch me looking at her with as much of a seductive look i could manage without being to obvious my clothes started becoming more sexy and slightly revealing and I gathered as much information about her as I could, I discovered her passion for horse racing ,i also found she was partners in a few racehorses that won many races, also her friends were all very rich and belonged to very influential businesses that revolve around the racing industry, many of our clients were also her friends, then i stumbled on to the most interesting part of her life, she had recently separated from her lover, who happened to look a little like me. but the best part was an old friend of mine mentioned she had split with her lover because she was to dominant and demanding.

Sara what are you doing on Saturday . I looked up from my desk, to see Joan was looking at me in a very different way to normal. Just wondering if you would be interested in coming to the ladies day race tomorrow honey, only if you are interested in horses. you could op around to my place and come with me if you like. I looked and quickly blurted out sure i would love that, hhhmm i dont know what to wear though, i dont have any fancy cloths, ddo need a hat or anything, my voice was excited and i struggled to maintain my usual calm approach. Ohh just find something light and colourful to wear Sara, or maybe i will have some thing for you in my wardrobe, if you want to come over and try on a few things. I was like a young school girl as i hurried home so many thoughts running through my head, . one thought was dress like you want her to know what she can have, so i picked the shortest skirt that still had a little modesty and the most sexy clingiest top i had, damn i thought as i looked in the mirror my nipples showed through large and hard, smiling i picked out my new nipple rings and replace the studs, then lifting my skirt i looked at the ring through my clit, another smile, as i reached for my thong i suddenly thought why bother,, let her see what i have to offer,any way i am sure she has seen me at work giving her the odd subtle flash with out panties,

I arrived at her place a little early, but as i drove up she was sitting waiting, as i got out the car i heard her say wow you look nice honey but i think you should change your shoes for heels , every one wears them and you don’t wont to be the odd one out. and i have a bit of bling that will go well with your out fit, come inside, it was fantastic ,like a mansion, she led me into her bedroom, i was so busy gazing around i didn’t feel her hands on me untill i felt her breath in my ear.

Sara you look good enough to eat right here honey, her hands drifted down my back and lingered on my behind, a shiver ran through me, next her mouth closed over mine and her tongue brushed my tongue, another shiver and i could feel the heat radiating through me, her eyes told me enough , and her words were from far away as she breathed her warm sweet breath into my ears, Sara i want you.. holding my hands she ulled back and looke me in the eyes, Sara will you be mine. I stuttered yyyesss anything mistress please own me and i will do anything for you,,, you can do anything to me you want. Really Sara you will be my slave then is that right , her wicked smile spread over her face, and i felt her hand move down between my legs and under my skirt slipping higher, Slut you haven’t got any panties on,,, For you Mistress if you want me… Yes you will be mine Sara, now i am sure i have some jewelry to make you shine,,, here.

I looked at the earrings she fitted to my lobes small horses that looked like they were on a pedestal, then the prettiest looking neck-less come collar she showed me before it was clipped around my neck, as it clipped on i was led from the mirror, i caught a glimpse of the writing that stood out, but couldn’t quite read it, what is the writing Joan. i asked, trying to turn back to the mirror but she pulled me into an embrace and kissed my cheek. the un clipped the collar and showed me the strange writing around it, i looked and couldn,t make out the writing, It’s some strange ancient language said Joan, re clipping it around my neck.

Arriving at the race track was incredible ,so many of Joans friends greeted us and all seemed to look at me with approval, i started to feel quite comfortable, Joan took my hand and walked me through the crowds as if it was okay that ever one knew i was with her , or even more than a friend, i was in heaven,.

we went straight to the VIP lounge area , so amazed with the setting and exquisite room surrounded with TV screens and waiters serving drinks, Joan handed me a glass of red wine, i hesitated, looked at her and murmured, Joan this stuff goes straight to my head. YOU will drink what you are given Sara, my heart racing i just nodded at her and whispered ok , taking a small sip, it was then i heard a husky voice behind me say. Ohhh Joan so pleased you could make it ,and is this your new filly. pleased to meet you I am Joans friend and partner in crime Amanda, mmm you can just call me Mandy , i hope to see a lot more of you tonight ,, mmmmm love your necklace, such exquisite wording if i say myself.turning to Joan i heard her say , You certainly found a winners trophy fit for a champion ,followed with what i took as wicked sexy smile, then i jumped as her hand slid over my backside and gave me a small pat.

As the day wore on the room filled with women all who looked very rich and somewhat bored, but all greeted me as if i was some one special, i felt so good with the comments on how nice my jewlery and cloths looked, and every now and then Joan would escort jigolo gaziantep tell me i was such a special prize i lapped up the compliments and slowly started to become very intoxicated , knowing in my mind that red wine made me horny for some unexplained reason. i mentioned quietly to Joan that fact ,all she did was smile and lick her lips, saying ,well honey that will make it so much better later on then. thinking she meant for me and her i blushed slightly and as her hands wandered over my erect nipples, i gasped and started to feel the moisture between my legs.

Suddenly the room went quiet, the screens lit up and i heard Mandy call out , here Joan quick , there’s Peta getting the champ ready, Hey Sara, what do you think of him as i looked at the screen and saw this massive horse being readied by the pretty girl in shorts and tank top, i recognized the girl as one of the many who came through the office, sexy and so damn suggestive each time i saw her, she was leading the horse from the stables up to the starting lines,, all went quiet and then i saw a flurry of betting, each bet that was placed between the women here drew a glance at me i started to feel like i was being judged each woman slowly looked me up and down and made comments to each other before passing money over and selecting tickets. Joan was talking quietly to Many, who kept glancing at me and smiling, my glass was never more than half empty before it was refilled, i was feeling very tipsy and enjoying the moment , suddenly a very drunk lady stood in front of me and grinned, then slowly walked around me brushing her hand over me as if she was steadying herself, her hands lingered on my breasts and slowly ran over my hard nipples, mmmmm she said slowly with a cruel hungry smile, you ever handled a horse honey, i mean really handled one, mmmm i would love a trophy like you hun, i hope you, perform as god as you look, with that she ran her hand down my dress and walked away,, puzzled i glanced at Joan, but just then every one yelled and the big race was on, as far as i knew the horse winning belonged to Mandy and she was yelling and glancing at me while grinning at Joan , who was looking as pleased.

The race finished ,the winner belonged to Mandy, every one was cheering and the bored looks now gone, each women seemed to be showing more interest in me now than before, my wine intake seemed to increase, I was so horny, each time a sexy woman talked to me they seemed to touch me in a very intimate way, subtly but arousing, i didn’t mind any more as i felt so content and filled with thoughts of me and Joan. The afternoon disappeared and as the last race finished , we appeared to be the last group in the VIP rooms, slowly the lights on the out side switched off and we seemed to be partying alone,

Mandy and Joan stepped on the small platform and called for quiet, silence… Well my champion won again and as usual he will be rewarded, now you all know, how much i charge for stud fees,, well as a special treat i will wave the fee for a one off free service to one of you ladies own special filly, and we have drawn the ticket ,,, and the winner is Joan, … Joan please call up your filly to receive her prize a round of applause went up and i just looked around to see what was happening when Joan walked over and took my hand leading me to the stage. still not understanding what she had said i smiled as i was handed a selection of parcels,,, clapping continued and i slowly unwrapped the parcels, the first had me confused, it looked like short horse hoofs with straps, the second looked like a horse halter with a bit and reins, the third was slightly longer horse hoofs and legs with straps, the forth revealed what looked to me like hobbles or restraining straps for feet and hands then the last was a riding crop and what looked like a spray bottle full of liquid ,and what at first glance appeared to be a horse tail, but it couldn’t be because it had a plug thingy attached, in my confused state i looked at Joan and then Mandy, The women were making so much noise and my alcohol affected mind started to sense things were not as they seemed, .

Looking around and down at the items on the table, i slowly turned to the window, stunned to see my reflection, and the letters on my necklace reading clearly in the right direction now, WINNERS TROPHY FILLY. i reached up and slipped off an earring, stunned and shocked by the reality of what i saw, a horse indeed with a girl bent under him being fucked,,, ooohhh shit my mind raced, it was then i heard Joan , her voice strict and full of demand, SARA!!! TAKE OFF YOUR DRESS , NOW I SAID, the sting of the riding crop across the back of my legs brought me back to reality,,, What I stammered. GET YOUR DRESS OFF SARA.

NOW. She stepped up next to me and lifted the dress off me, i stood shocked , naked in a room full of women, who were cheering and making comments about me, It was then the drunken women from earlier stepped up waving the horse tail , and stating she would fit it for me,. M y tears welled up and my body shook and shivered, as the situation sunk in, half drunk and in shock , i felt the hands removing whatever dignity i had left then i felt the tail being gently pushed into my anal cavity, tears streaming down my face and no fight in me just terror and shame. then i felt something slipping over my head and my mouth prized open ,steel pressing on my tongue and straps tight around my head, then my hands were grasped and i felt staps attatched, looking down i saw my hands now had extensions like horse legs and hooves. Bend over Sara I heard, then i was forced over onto all fours, with my new horse legs in front holding me steady , next my feet were lifted one at a time and new horse feet attached, all the time i could hear Joans soft voice trying to calm me and explain how she had lost a bet and i was the payment, and how lucky i was to be chosen…it will be exciting and you will love it honey she said, then reminded me i was hers to do as she wanted..

I felt the tug of the reins and i was bent over in an awkward position on all fours balanced on my new horse legs, no way i could stand and no way i could do any thing but try and keep my balance, my feet and hands were hobbled with just enough strap length to allow me to walk unsteadily on all fours like a pony, my behind in the air tail swaying and tickling my inner thighs, my nipples hard and erect, rings pulling down ward, my anal hole full, feeling badly like i needed the toilet but the large plug firmly embedded in me, tears still welling i had escort bayan gaziantep lezbiyen no choice but to move in the direction i was being led. down the hall and outside i was led onto the winners lane as they called it, unsteadily walking and trembling into the dark lane heading for what looked to be stables.

The cheers and flashes of phone cameras , rude remarks and comments about how i was going to be the hottest fuck the champ had ever had, semed to never end as i made my shameful way into the stables, smells of fresh hay and horse sweat filled my terrified nostrils, i heard the snorts of horses and my tears flowed uncontrollably, fear welled in my very soul, then my sinful body started to let me down as the adrenaline pulsed through me and i started to feel excitement at the humiliation and degradation i was being subjected to.my body started to react the way i didnt want, i felt the familiar tingle deep inside start to grow, the same feelings i get when dominated and restrained by a lover, my nipples getting so hard from the feeling of the heavy rings hanging down and my clit ring tugging and dangling down , the comments and suggestive remarks started to arouse me,

I was led into the stall , i trembled with a mixture of fear and excitement, as i looked at the sheer size of this magnificent beast, all the other women stood out side around the stall, only Mandy and Joan entered with me in tow, i was led over to him, his massive cock already hanging down, i shivered at the sheer size, and it’s not even hard yet i thought.

Mandy reached through from the other side and slowly stoked his cock, it trembled, my mind registered ,he is used to this, i looked at

Joan and pleaded with my eyes, don’t make me do this please.

A smile split Joans Mouth, her eyes were full of mischief as she slowly removed my halter and the steel bit from my mouth, saying softly, the champ loves a good blow job after he wins a race , and i think you are just the filly to satisfy him, then slipped her hands behind me and slid a finger deep into my very wet slit, i shuddered and jumped forward just as Mandy offered his massive cock into my face ,the end of his now hardening cock glistened with moisture and i could almost smell the smell of perfume and the faintest hint if i didn’t know better of my favorite perfume … the smell of a hot wet pussy, my mind must be drifting in my half drunk state, reigned to my fate i opened my mouth and let them offer his cock to my lips, drifting into another world i only heard the noises from around me and the far away voices , one crying out omg she is going to do it, ohhh fuck how hot, i don’t believe the horny slut filly is doing it. With that my mind went into blank mode i closed my eyes and slowly worked my mouth over that hard cock like i was on a mission, i just wanted to get it over with , fighting my tears i slurped and licked at him then as i found the taste becoming sweeter, and my mind playing tricks, still smelling that faint smell and lingering taste i associate with being between the legs of a horny woman, by thinking of making love to Joan i totally became horny and my sexual feelings began to accelerate , my mouth worked in a frenzy, suddenly i wanted him deep in side of me, The first twitch and sudden movement from him sent a tremble deep through me i felt him start to weep a sticky wet syrup into my mouth, the the shudder through him, i wanted so much to use my hands and engulfed him into my mouth as far as i could, the steadying hands from Joan stopped me falling over, suddenly i felt him erupt into my hungry mouth i nearly choked on the massive flood of horse cum, i gasped and uncontrollably swallowed the first mouth full, no choice but to let it slide down my throat, then the next flood took me by surprise and that to followed deep down my throat and i had no choice but to swallow all , the flared end was sealing my mouth and as much as i tried i couldnt spit out any cum all went to the pit of my stomach and more kept flowing , finally i pulled my face and mouth away gagging and choking , trying to steady myself on my new horse feet, the spurts of cum still pulsing ,but now all over my face and body dripping down and running down my sides to my arms and legs, slowly on shaky legs and arms i backed away and collapsed on the hay ,so exhausted and now the shame of what i had just done started to settle in. Still flashes and noises surrounded me then it started to go quiet,

Mandy spoke first,, slowly and with a tone i hadn’t heard before. Wellll she seemed to get into that quick enough eh Joan You picked a winner there, Lets get back to the celebrations, the new Filly can rest up a bit, she isn’t going any where in a hurry like that hahah no cloths, a tail stuck up her arse and covered in cum, we can come and get her later , with that ever one started leaving just a few more photos, then i looked in horror as i saw one woman with a movie camera, my heart fell even deeper.

I was all alone in the stall ,just the shuffling of the horses and the remaining scent of perfume and still that lingering smell that i just couldn’t believe to be a wet pussy. maybe i was smelling my self, so i just sat huddled in the corner, feeling so ashamed but strangely turned on, looking over at the champ busy eating hay, i started to wonder what it would feel like to have him inside me, then drifted into sleep.

I woke up with a start, sure i could hear some thing , i huddled in the corner then called out, no answer, must have been the horses, the horse cum had dried on me and my mouth tasted strange and sticky i licked my lips with out thinking , then it all came rushing back, i wriggled around and starte to get the legs off of my hands,i managed to loosen my hands but the hobbles were still on my wrists, it was then i looked back at the stallion, his huge cock was hanging down again, M y brain wasn’t thinking and my body rebelled as i suddenly had the urge to see if i could get him to fuck me,,, no i thought but then i already have sucked him off and swallowed fuck knows how much cum, my now very wet pussy ached to be filled my hands gently rubbed and worked myself into a state of arousel, still with my horse legs attached to my feet i hobbled ove r to him and started to stroke him , quickly he started to harden, soft snorts and a tremble shuddered through him, he knew what was about to happen, so ever so slowly i edged closer and backed myself under him softly rubbing him up and down my wet slit the remaining cum still dripping of me became slippery enough to slip him gaziantep escort masaj salonları in and out of my swollen hungry pussy lips ever so slowly i worked him harder and in to me a bit at a time until i felt push a bit harder and he slipped deeper into me, i stiffened and felt a rush of pleasure i rocked back and forth until he was deeper then my rocking became a little faster , he was pushing at me at the same time, .the feeling of being full and the sheer thought that it was taboo sent me into afrenzy my control slipped my body ached to cum then i started to moan and trash on his gorgeous cock taking him as deep as i could , then the rush of my orgasm started from deep in me and sheer pleasure filled ever part of me, as i felt him tense then the flood of cum filling me and running out ,down my legs , i lost control and screamed in pleasure ,,more i wanted so much more , full of cum and exhausted i fell from under him and dragged myself to the side of the stall gasping for breath and still feeling the tremors rushing through my body, it was then i heard a voice and the click of the door, in horror i crawled to the door and peered out,, ohhhh fuck two women were running from the stables and i could see one holding a video camera,, ohhh fuck what have i done,, i crawled back to the stall, and started to undo the legs from my feet,, it was then i saw movement in the corner, in absolute horror i looked directly into the motion camera, looking around i saw more as i moved around they seemed to be following me, the fucking things were every were, i vomited , my mind racing my tears flowed and my whole body shook in despair, what have i done still limited in movement with these damn hobble around my feet and wrists, i looked desperately around for some sort of cloths or blanket any thing so i could get out of here.

The door opened and I heard the voice of Joan, my tears still flowed freely and i was trembling as she approached me and whispered come Sara i will get you out of here., quick here ,she handed me a small rug , quick we need to get to the function rooms and clean you up

In the dark, naked and shivering , we slowly made our way to the rooms, i could hear the party still going, i whispered where are you taking me. There is a guest room in the rooms next to the VIP room, quick we will get you in there and you can shower, I will try to find your cloths then i will get you home, Please forgive me Sara i didnt think you would have to do that ,so sorry honey. I looked at her and wiped my face . her eyes looked genuinely sorry and she reached over and carefully hugged me, then pulled back as a dollop of cum dripped from between my legs,, her face went still her eyes opened wide,, You You fucked that horse Sara what were you thinking, but a smile crept over her face. It was then i broke down and told her what i had done, and about the women with the camera, and the motion cameras, crying and sobbing .

Joan looked at me and shook her head, firstly Sara, those women didn,t see you do that thing with the horse dick, they just went back to get the camera they left earlier on, if they saw you they would have told me when i passe them on the way here, and don’t worry about the motion cameras, they are disconnected honey, come quick.

We ducked down the hall way and into the room as she said we would, i saw the shower and just felt relief,. I will be back she said lock the door and only open it when i come back. I locked the door ,showered and waited and waited and waited, sitting alone with just a wet towel around me i started to worry , i opened the door and peered out then stepped into the hall way to see if i could see which way the party was , oh fuck a click and the door closed, grabbing the handle , fuck it was locked, ohhh fuck , i panicked and started down the hall, as i slowly crept ast the door to the function room, i heard Joan and Mandy, cheering and laughing, the room was packed, i slowly ducked down and crept past, just about past as the door opened and out stepped the drunk woman, She grabbed my arm and dragged me through the door into the room full of cheering women, Hey everyone she shouted , I found the star attraction filly sneaking down the hall, silence except for a moaning noise and groaning coming from all around the room, in utter horror i stared at the screens all around the walls of the room, each screen was playing video footage of todays events, all of me in vavrous positions giving the stallion a blow job of the year then in others photo’s of me engaging in oral sex with the damn horse then horror here is the one ever one is watching , me bent over moaning screaming and being fucked by the stallion, cum dripping from me , then more me standing in the shower cum running down my legs and pooling on the floor, the entire contents of my stomach surged up and pored on to the floor, so much cum and still more flowed.

Mandy stepped up to me and lifted my face, Well honey , How are you going to pay for that little lot, you do know how expensive my champions sperm is, i charge 10000. dollars a service honey, i did tell you the first session was free, but you seem to have helped yourself to quite a bit more , and now you have wasted it, .

She then calmly told me i would have to work in her stables for free until my debt was paid, and just as calmly grabbed me and clipped another collar around my neck, then the halter was forced back on my head, and as quick as that i was led back to the stable, as we entered the stable i smelt that familiar perfume again, she pushed me into the stall with the champion, saying as she walked away, you can sleep with your new lover honey ,

Sitting in the corner again crying softly, i heard another noise, and the smell of perfume only stronger, then a sexy husky voice, Hey Sara ,You like him as much as i do eh, i should be angry that you fucked my lover, but if you let me fuck you i will forgive you, I looked up and there was the girl, Peta, standing ,with no cloths on and a wicked sexy i want to eat you smile, i looked at the cameras, but she quietly said don’t worry i know how to turn them off and her fingers beacon’ d me, and pointed between her open legs, smiling and licking her lips.

I looked at her then back towards the stallion, looking back at her swollen engorged pussy lips and the glistening sheen down her thighs, i realized where the smell of sex and perfume had come from earlier, i now smiled and slowly pushed my self to my knees,

Sara, When they brought you in the first time , they were just trying to humiliate you, you didnt need to suck his cock, you were meant to be my reward, but when you started to fuck him, i just hid and watched, i didn’t have time to turn off the cameras, but you are good,, and now we can both keep him satisfied ,

Peta turned and flicked off the lights, taking my hand and slowly we walked to the stallion , holding hands we both knelt down and softly started to get him hard,

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I remember the day things changed.

It was two weeks after my sixtieth birthday. I had felt incredibly old. I remember my grandparents being sixty and at the time that seemed so ancient. I felt the spark had gone out of my life, and I had been increasingly feeling this way since our anniversary a few months ago.

That morning, after I had my shower, I stood looking in the mirror, feeling sorry for myself. How had this happened to me?

I should be happy, I had a good job and could retire anytime I wanted. We had two grown daughters who each had good careers, and a nice house, we traveled, and I had the life most people strived for. I was grateful, but looking at the gray hair, and the wrinkles, today I only saw an old woman.

Maybe it was just vanity, but I wanted to feel attractive, desirable, and sexy again.

I did yoga, worked out, ran, and was careful about what I ate. I had been married for almost thirty-two years. Thirty-two years, how was that even possible? We had enjoyed an active and very robust sex life for some of that time, but as Mel turned into his father, those encounters became less frequent and less. The last time had been more than a year ago and it had been less than satisfying lasting barely five minutes and Mel had fallen asleep afterward.

Maybe it wasn’t one thing, maybe it was just a lot of small things, but all of them combined to turn something off inside me. I was afraid it might have been turned off forever.

We used to be adventurous, we had fun, and we had sex in semi-public places, with Mel’s encouragement I had gotten naked and masturbated in so many places.

Mel had even fucked me at work, sometimes even while my co-workers were only a door away. What had happened, now Mel wouldn’t even let me leave the lights on.

With each passing birthday, those memories seem to belong to a stranger than to me.

Mel is a good man but always really busy and on the road. He works for the same company I do. He is always at work before I wake up and we seldom see each other during the day. I don’t think he is purposely avoiding me but sometimes I wonder.

He also has a part-time job renovating and is active playing hockey in the winter and ball in the summer. We’re comfortable and don’t need the money. To many, we must seem like the perfect family, but I am lonely, miss sex, and feel sexy.

People say I don’t look my age, but by exercising and running like a fanatic, I have managed to keep gravity at bay and I thought I was still very attractive, my 36 x 25 x 37 body might have a few extra pounds but compared to most of my friends, time and the years had been kind to me. I just wish Mel noticed more.

I know other men find me attractive. I have always resisted the urges and subtle offers from men and women to discreetly satisfy my desires. Although not as many anymore, there have always been men and more than a few women. Now, I secretly long for another chance.

I needed something that got my blood going, something adventurous, something even risky. I had almost convinced myself that it wouldn’t hurt anyone and that if I was careful, I wouldn’t get caught.

I closed my eyes and thought about our last anniversary. Mel had to work late again. My carefully planned special evening began to unravel almost from the start. Mel went to work as normal at 6:30 each day and forgot he had promised to work late and didn’t get home until 8:30. He was completely exhausted, we had microwaved the meal I had prepared and then he went to bed almost immediately.

Later, as I stood at the sink washing the dishes and wondering why I had done all this planning and preparation, I started to cry.

I had been excited all day and had rushed home.

Almost running, I had shaved my legs and more for him, anticipating that I would surprise him by having a bare pussy for the first time in years. Just as I was finishing preparing the meal, he called telling me that he knew he had to work late but had forgotten to tell me this morning. What made things worse, I had been telling him about the special meal I was going to prepare yesterday.

Getting even angrier I thought about the uncomfortable but sexy lingerie that he had said he liked a few weeks ago. I ordered it that night with our anniversary in mind. Now standing in our, up to my elbows in dirty dishes, the G-string panties were almost cutting me in half. I sat on the floor and cried some more.

The excitement I had felt was snuffed out. I had done this for us, and he had no interest, at least tonight in seeing me. Then, I’m not sure why, but I stopped crying.

“Come on girl, get a grip, just because he isn’t interested,” I could hear his snoring, “It doesn’t mean that you can’t take care of yourself,’ I thought about the things that used to turn me on.

I don’t know if I said any of that out loud or just thought it, but I know before Mel came home I felt so sexy walking around in my black merry widow bustier and matching panties that I didn’t want to put on my clothes, I really had wanted to greet escort gaziantep bayanlar him at the door, but as each hour pasted that he was late, the more unhappy I had become. My makeup had run a little, but my hair was still up, my scent of my perfume still lingered, and although I had taken off my heels, they were still beside me.

“What to do?”

When I was much younger, before I was married, one of my secret thrills was to slip outside at night and walk around in my pj’s or even sometimes naked. That was the first thing that popped into my mind, I hadn’t done that since I was maybe nineteen.

My heels were back on, and my hand was on the doorknob before I even realized what I was doing. At another moment I was standing at the end of our driveway, wearing a black merry widow, and feeling more alive and sensual than I had felt in years.

The lights of our neighbors were dark, in the distance cars could be heard, but other than the wind nothing moved. The warm breeze caressed my barely covered ass, I could feel the moisture seeping from between my legs, and my nipples cried out for attention, both as hard as I could ever remember.

I could feel my heart pounding and I knew that I should turn around and run back into the house, but that’s not what I did.

Onto the sidewalk, the streetlights were on the other side of the road, so I wasn’t in direct light, and the shadows were long.

I slowed down and let my hips sway a little more and savored the feeling of being secretly exposed. My bravery, that first time had its limits and at the corner, I turned around and walked back towards our house. A dog barked nearby, and I almost jumped out of my skin.

When I reached our house, I sat on a lawn chair on our porch and just absorbed the night, the stars, and that soft breeze. Using my fingers I stroked my exposed skin around my pussy, making small and large circles on my skin. I could feel my body relaxing. Alone in the darkness and becoming braver I let a finger trace the outline of my folds and slit through the soaking material covering my pussy. Soft moans and gentle whimpers escaped my lips as I teased myself.

A porch light came on across the street and I froze for a few minutes, but my temperature kept rising, and at some point, I started again. Using my fingers and thumbs as I lifted my ass off the chair, I pulled my G-string down my thighs and then over my feet. My scent filled my senses which only fueled my desire even more. Now penetrating deep into myself, first with one finger, and then with two, my moaning was getting louder. I never noticed when, but at some point, the light went out across the street.

I imagined people watching me making myself cum, my neighbors peeking out at me, and my breathing becoming deeper and more irregular. My hips started flexing and pushing even harder against my hand. Using my free hand I pinched and pulled on my nipples, and then too soon my entire body stiffened and a very loud, “OOOOhhhhmmmmyyyygggooodddd,” sound emerged from my throat as I came.

It was more intense than any orgasm I had experienced forever, my hips almost seemed to lock into place as the wetness almost sprayed from my body, and my entire body spasmed.

I sat as the aftershocks rumbled through my body, on a whim, I bought my fingers to my mouth and tasted and licked myself.

I didn’t really appreciate it that night, but Mel’s behavior that night had been the bottom for me and how I felt about myself as a woman.

I might have fallen back if something else hadn’t happened the next day at work. Maybe I would have been content with just simple masturbation sessions and slipping outside naked every once in a while, fortunately for me, it did.

The thing was unexpected and surprising, and it happened in a room full of people.

I could smell his cologne.

I was closer than I really should have been, nobody seemed to notice or care, even him, but very subtly I moved still closer.

His was a very unique scent, masculine but with something else, and I thought it suited him.

I inhaled discreetly; the wonderful scent of old leather was part of it. There was a hint of something long forgotten from my childhood too. I remember as a kid, how my grandmother’s kitchen smelled, he had a hint of something like cinnamon or some kind of spice about him.

Whatever it was it was delicious.

We were listening to someone talk about health and safety. I realized I hadn’t heard a word of what the instructor had been saying.

Someone behind me bumped me and I brushed up against him the feeling was electric for me, it was only a second and I told myself that I was being silly, acting like a teenager instead of someone old enough to be a grandmother.

I had almost convinced myself that I was just a silly old woman, when he turned, his eyes locked on mine, those blue eyes seemed to see right into my soul and he smiled, and he quietly said the words, “Hi Brenda, you look amazing today.”

Just eskort bayan gaziantep as quickly as he turned back to the speaker, I realized I had been holding my breath. My hand almost touched his.

I glanced down, his hand was barely an inch from mine, and a million thoughts went through my mind in a split second. I could feel my heart beating in my chest.

What if I just reached and touched his hand again. Doubt and fear gripped me. The speaker continued to talk but it was just incoherent noise to me.

What if I did; would he turn around disgusted at me, would I be in trouble for harassment, what if someone caught me.

Panic and fear replaced the excitement that I had felt only seconds before.

I felt something strong and warm, it took a second for me to realize that while I was panicking, he had very simply just run his fingers along the edge of my hand. The gesture was so small, that it might look to be an accident, but the touching lingered for a moment longer than what an accident might have, there was a confidence to it. He turned to me and smiled again. I felt my body responding in a way that it hadn’t for so long.

Our eyes met and for a moment there was something, a glimmer maybe, a sense of potential, hope. It ignited something deep inside me.

Later working in my office, I thought to myself, “One kiss couldn’t hurt.”

“What would that possibly hurt?”

I thought that quietly to myself as I tried to work on some of my morning reports.

I didn’t even know if he felt that way about me.

Yes he had smiled at me, yes he had run his finger along my hand, and yes he had made me instantly wet. But, I was also nagged by the reality that I was almost a senior citizen.

I told myself he was married, he was attractive, and if he did want someone else, he could have anyone he wanted, there were a dozen women in our organization that would jump at a chance to be with him, married or single. Still the look in his eyes, it had been so long since I had considered kissing someone other than Mel. I realized I had drawn about forty small hearts on the report I was reading.

Besides, Mel certainly didn’t seem that interested me anymore.

Scott was younger than me by three years, I shouldn’t have looked in his personnel file, but I wanted to know.

I thought about his features, I thought he was good-looking, not a movie star type of handsome, but there was something quietly rugged and dependable about him.

I found that very appealing. Scott appeared in the outer office. I was talking to someone. I sat there trying to not be obvious about staring at his ass. There was something else, I couldn’t really describe, it wasn’t melancholy or sad, but there was a vulnerability to him. It was like he had seen too much. He was alternatively confident, but not in an arrogant way, at least not after you got to know him. He also had a vitality I saw flashes of at any time I asked for help.

He paused, turned, looked at me, his eyes locked on mine, and smiled. Just for a moment, just for me, and I could have melted right then and there. I smiled back. Then he was gone, ushered into another meeting. I turned back to my reports.

I thought about every morning he also noticed how I was dressed and commented, he asked for my opinions, and more importantly, he listened.

Around him, he made me feel pretty and empowered at the same time without being overt. Both were nice feelings that had been absent for a long time and it’s funny that something so small would make me feel so different.

Over the week, I made more of an effort to dress up for him. I know it was silly, but I did.

I started by putting the granny panties away, for the first time in years I wore some of my lingerie to work. The silky and sheer fabrics moved deliciously against my skin all day stirring even more memories of a long forgotten and dormant desires.

Shaving my legs, once done only randomly, now was something I did likely more than I needed to. I had forgotten how sexy the feel of my smooth skin was on everything, my sheets, my slacks, and as I moved throughout the day.

One night, while Mel was out playing ball, I shaved even more, it had been years since I shaved my pussy. That first night in forever, I had done in while in the tub, starting with scissors, then with some lather and a new razor. When I was finished, I masturbated in the tub, I think I was in there for almost an hour. Afterward, I wore one of Mel’s old dress shirts to bed with the arms rolled up like I had when we were first married. I had hoped he might have responded.

When he came to bed about an hour later, he said, “Hey, why are you wearing my shirt, you have lots of pajamas.” I offered to take it off, almost begging for him to so he could see that I was shaved and naked underneath, but his only reply was to leave the room and not say anything.

I kept wearing them, but he never said anything again. That had been the first day I had masturbated gaziantep bayan eskort about Scott, at work in the washroom. But not the last.

My senses told me that Scott might be feeling the same way as me about his marriage. Any chance I had to talk to him always ended with interruptions from other staff. I wanted so much to ask him more questions but after each attempt, I could only sigh, frustrated and feeling like I was a prisoner in my own little prison.

I knew what was missing, that human touch, that almost raw feeling of desire that was increasingly going unsatisfied.

One night on my way home, using my vibrator, I was growing more frustrated about having to satisfy myself alone. I wondered if it was possible to wear out a vibrator. I was now masturbating once or twice every day when I could. I wondered what he would think if he knew how often and how much I thought about him and what we could do together.

I knew I wasn’t ready to be old, unfortunately, Mel seemed to be quite content. He was up and gone to work before I even got out of bed. He finished work at 3:30, had a part-time renovation job, and worked until after supper, we watched TV maybe a couple times a week, and he was in bed by 8:30 pm.

It had been forever since we had gone out at night. Somehow, I had managed to convince him to go to a Rocky Horror Picture show revival, and even though he said he would go, I had to drag him to it. I think he was purposely trying to find something else to do.

I had been so excited to go out. I had wanted to get dressed up like so many of the people I knew who planned to go. I dreamt of wearing sexy lingerie to the theatre and it would be a chance to feel both sexy and desirable.

I should have noticed the warning signs, but in my excitement, I ignored that Mel only reluctantly participated. As I put on my fishnet stockings and corset, I felt really sexy and for the first time in a long time, I thought I deserved to feel this way and I really hoped Mel would eventually respond too. I still wanted him and us to recapture those feelings together.

The night of the show, I had gotten off work early, got home, and ran a bath. Taking an uncharacteristic bubble bath, I enjoyed a glass of wine and shaved everything super smooth. I way I was feeling, I wanted to make love tonight or if he wanted, to have him ravish me and fuck my brains out as we had so long ago, I was good either way.

I took extra care with my hair and makeup, wanting to be perfect for Mel, but when he arrived late he didn’t even comment on how I looked or how I was dressed.

All he did was complain and try to talk me out of going. Now, after the show, as I listened to him snore, for the first time ever, my thoughts drifted to how I would have felt had I gone with someone else, Scott was the person I was thinking about.

I put Mel out of my mind as I buried my head under my pillow, and thought about how tonight might have been different with Scott. Despite Mel, parts of tonight had been fun, the feelings from actually wearing lingerie in public with other men and women quietly staring at me all night long gave me a rush that I found almost unbearable. I could tell they didn’t think I was old, and several of them even commented to me about how sexy I looked.

The theatre had served wine at intermission which helped me to relax. I think I was blushing continuously as I was sure that everyone would be able to tell how wet and excited I was. Standing at the bar or wandering through the rooms and theatre in lingerie made me even more buzzed than the wine.

I had wanted Mel to kiss me and play with me so badly all night; during the show, several other couples were doing everything except having sex, but Mel was not interested he barely spoke to me at all.

When he did talk, all he grumbled about was how he had missed the game on TV. Even as people commented about how I looked, he never acknowledged how hard I had tried to make the evening fun for both of us. To make it worse, he never even noticed how upsetting his complaining was during and afterward for me.

That night with his snoring keeping me awake, my mind began to wander, I let my fingers explore my body, my fingertips just lightly brushing over my skin.

For as long as I can remember, I had loved that feeling, like little electric chills rushing through my nervous system and I once started, I couldn’t get enough, much less stop. Mel had once done that, but that had been before our girls were born. Even I hadn’t done it for a long time. Enjoying the sensation, I started to relax, up and down my arms and down my legs as far as I could reach. The feeling slowed my breathing down and shifted my imagination into overdrive.

I imagined I was watching the Rocky Horror Picture show again, but this time Mel had stayed home to watch the game. But I was there. I thought about how I had dressed tonight. I had worn my hair up, blood-red ribbons holding it in place. I had taken the time to really do a nice job on my makeup, not too much, but enough to show Scott, that I had taken extra care. He looked at me and smiled, telling me I looked beautiful and sexy. More than once he kissed me and let his fingers and hands explore me, all while people moved about us, some watching some doing the same things with their partners. I thought about his eyes, they were unnaturally a deep blue, and now they seemed to swallow me whole.

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After Angie left that morning, I was shaking my head in disbelief that I had sex with her twice the night before. It was such a relief to have my balls drained like that after my sex life with my wife started going down the drain. Even though I was pretty sure she was cheating on me, I still felt somewhat guilty for cheating on her. I guess I didn’t want to add to the stress on our relationship that already existed and all it could do was complicate my life further. Karen and I were now cheating on each other. Maybe I should have tried having a heart-to-heart conversation with her before I jumped off the deep end with Angie. Despite the guilty feelings, part of me still wanted to call her over to “babysit” that night as she offered.

The logical, accountant part of my brain told me, “Don’t do it again. What are you crazy or something? Nothing good can come out of having an affair with your eighteen-year-old babysitter. You did it once, you had your fun, now don’t ever do it again. You’re an adult, show some fucking self-control.”

My dick brain was telling me otherwise.

“Call her. When are you ever going to have a chance to fuck a young girl ever again in your life? Your wife is probably fucking her co-worker right now so what’s so hard about this decision? You know it was some of the best pussy you’ve ever had or probably will have for a long, long time, if ever. Fuck her. Call her now.”

I always tend to overthink things and I debated with myself most of the day. My logical side was in a constant battle with my dick brain. I kept picturing Angie in my wife’s lingerie and how I lost control of myself. However, it felt good to let loose for once. Sometimes, I’m too logical and it prevents me from having fun.

However, I am almost, not quite, twice her age. There’s no future with Angie. Should I risk making things worse in my marriage by having an affair with a young lady? But why am I so worried about my marriage when Karen is out having sex with another man? The logical thing to do was to sit down with Karen when she came home in a few days and see where we both stand with our relationship. I didn’t know if I could forgive her for having an affair but I also gave up the high ground by having one of my own.

The deciding factor was I couldn’t get the sight of seeing Angie in sensual lingerie out of my mind. She looked so darn good in that gartered chemise, thong, stockings, and heels. I got hard just recalling how surprised and turned on I was when I first caught her in my bedroom. I thought about how her naked body looked, so firm and taut. I closed my eyes and thought about how her pussy tasted, and how her lips felt around my cock. I hadn’t fucked a pussy that tight since before Karen had Max. Angie loved the way I ate her pussy too. It had been a long, long time since I had such passionate sex.

Despite my reservations, I sent Angie a text around 4:30 PM that said, “Hey, I was wondering if you could babysit for a little while tonight.”

I waited anxiously for her response and when my phone finally buzzed, this was her response, “I wish I could but I have a date. Sorry.”

“No, that’s okay. Have fun.”

“I didn’t hear from you so I didn’t think you needed me.”

“That’s fine. It’s all my fault for waiting so long. I’ll see you next week.”

“OK, sorry.”

Part of me was relieved. I took it as a sign of fate that I wasn’t supposed to get together with Angie. It served as a wake-up call to me that maybe I should keep things more business-like with my babysitter, and keep it professional.

That’s what I told myself anyway. That didn’t stop me from thinking about the great sex I had with Angie the night before. My plan was to take Max out to dinner at his favorite fast food joint, give him a bath, and have a few drinks after he went to bed. I knew I’d probably end up jerking off but that’s what my life had become since Karen started working all these extra hours. At least I had some new, real-life experiences to jerk off to.

It was about 9:30 and I was on my second beer while looking at some porn about older men with younger women on my laptop. I was regretting not contacting Angie earlier than I did when my phone buzzed. It was a text from Angie. My hand was shaking as I tried to tap on the icon to open the message.

“Whatcha doing?”

“Nothing, just watching some TV. Having a beer.”

“Can I come over?”

“Sure.”

Holy fuck, I couldn’t believe this was happening. My logical brain went into a panic because I was resolved to the fact that I wasn’t going to do anything with Angie again but she was on her way over. My dick brain was thinking of all the nasty things I wanted to do with her.

I changed out of my pajamas and into a tee shirt and shorts and nervously waited for Angie to arrive. A jolt of excitement charged through my body when I heard a soft knock on the door. When I opened the door, Angie was standing there in a flirty print summer dress that came to just above her knees and showed just a hint escort gaziantep bayan numaraları of cleavage. It wasn’t a sexy dress but she looked adorable in it. Her hair was curled and she had on some makeup. I wasn’t used to seeing her this way. She looked older and stunning in a girl-next-door kind of way. I looked her up and down from her sandals, nail-polished toes, trim legs, hourglass waist, gold necklace, and lovely face. She was carrying a backpack too. I stood there staring at her.

“Aren’t you going to invite me in?”

“Oh, uh, yeah. Come on in.”

She explained the backpack by telling me, “I told my parents I was spending the night at a friend’s house. I hope that is okay.”

My logical brain was telling me, “Don’t be a fucking idiot, Tell her to leave. You know how this is going to end up.”

My dick brain was saying, “Don’t be a fucking idiot. You know how this is going to end. Fuck her.”

We all know which brain won out so I told her, “Yeah, sure, that’s fine.”

“You look great, Angie. I don’t think I’ve ever seen you all dressed up before.

“Thank you, Mitch. At least someone appreciates me dressing nicely. My date never said a word.”

“These younger guys don’t have a fucking clue.”

“No shit. That’s why I’m here.”

I offered Angie a drink and she said she’d take one too. While we were in the kitchen, we talked further.

“I take it things didn’t go well on your date..”

“He’s a jerk. I thought we were going to dinner and hang out but it turns out all he wanted was to go park and have sex. He’s not that good at it anyway. I don’t know why I even sucked him off.”

“You gave him a blow job? Why?” I asked, feeling a twinge of jealousy.

“I don’t know. He kept telling me how horny he was and I got tired of him talking about it so I sucked his dick just to shut him up. It’s no big deal. When I was done, I told him I wasn’t feeling well and wanted to go home. I figured if I wanted to have a good time, I’d call you. I had fun last night so why not do it again?”

“Yeah, me too,” I replied proudly as my ego got a great boost.

When your spouse is cheating on you, it makes you wonder if you’re doing something wrong or if you are still attractive to women. At least I had some reassurance that I still had it

“You should teach some of these young guys how to eat pussy. That was nice.”

“If I did that, you probably wouldn’t be here.”

Angie laughed and replied, “You’re right about that. The guys I’ve been with either don’t do it at all or they just lick me for a little while before they stick it in.”

I was thinking, “It looks like I found a friend with benefits,” before I asked, “So they don’t do it until you cum?”

“No, not usually. Most of the time I take care of it later if you know what I mean.”

“Oh, I know what you mean. That’s a shame though. They don’t know what they’re missing.”

It was then that Angie surprised me by commenting, “Yeah, I should stick with girls. At least they know their way around a pussy.”

“So, you’ve, uh, been with girls before.”

“Oh yeah, it’s no big deal anymore. I still prefer being with a guy but sometimes girls like being with girls.”

I was thinking, “Holy shit, she is a horny young woman.”

We went into the living room and sat on the sofa while we sipped our beers and chatted some more. Angie’s date was someone she’s dated in the past. They had fun together but the sparks just weren’t there anymore. I told her I knew the feeling.

The entire time we were talking, I was scanning her beautiful face and body. Her dress didn’t reveal too much but she had her bare feet up on the edge of the coffee table and the bottom of her dress fell. I got a partial glimpse of her thighs and couldn’t wait to see more.

I felt awkward that night. I didn’t quite know how to get things going again so I decided to go with what used to work with my wife. I told our sound device to play some soft music and I asked Angie to dance. I stood up, held out my hand, and guided her to the middle of the room where I took her in my arms. I held her close to me as we swayed to the music. I could feel my cock beginning to grow to the point that it pressed against her thigh. Angie made sure her body brushed up against my growing erection as we danced. In return, I made sure my chest brushed up against her nipples.

It was nice to have a bit of romance in my life again. I don’t know what perfume she was wearing but Angie smelled as good as she looked. I could feel the energy passing between our bodies as the song came to an end. I never let go of her as the next song began. I started to kiss and nibble on her tender neck which made her purr like a kitten. Angie pulled me tighter against her young, teen body. My hands drifted down to gently caress her plentiful ass.

When the song ended, Angie and I parted just a bit and stared into one another’s eyes. It just seemed natural escort bayan gaziantep reklamları to lean in for a soft kiss, then another until the kisses became longer and more passionate. While the next song played, we were in a passionate makeout session. Angie lifted her left knee while I grabbed her ass cheek.

We were dry-humping each other and when that song ended, I recommended, “Let’s take this into the bedroom.”

I led Angie to the bedroom and closed the door behind us. We locked in an embrace again as our hands fondled each other through our clothes. I fumbled with the zipper on the back of Angie’s dress so she turned around so I could see what I was doing. I saw the bare skin of her back and shoulders and bra come into view as I unzipped the dress. I instinctively began to kiss her neck as I pushed the dress off her shoulders until it rested on her hips. I could feel this young temptress melting in my arms. It felt good to know that I still had this effect on a responsive woman.

She turned around with a look of lust in her eyes. Angie was wearing a white half bra and the mounds of her breasts poured out from underneath. She gave her dress a little tug, letting fall to the floor to reveal a matching thong. I found it difficult to believe this young nymphette was standing in my bedroom giving herself to me again. She helped me strip out of my clothing before I helped remove her bra and thong. We kissed some more before laying down on the bed.

We toyed with one another’s bodies for almost an hour. I sucked on her tender titties as I finger fucked her. Angie squirmed to my touch. Damn, she was a hot little sex kitten. She grabbed my ass and gently played with my balls. We ended up in another sixty-nine. I feasted on her slick, hairy pussy while she licked and sucked on my balls and shaft. As I was munching on her sizzling hot pussy, I would tongue fuck her for a little while, then give her clit a few butterfly flicks. Angie would quiver every time my tongue flicked her clit. I kept teasing her, bringing her to the edge of an orgasm before backing off and deeply tonguing her again. She was so distracted by the pleasure she was receiving that it was difficult for her to continue sucking me.

Angie knew what I was doing and let me edge her until she stopped sucking my dick to tell me, “Let me cum. Please, I need to cum now. Oh fuck, I’m so hot.”

I decided she had enough teasing and began to suck and lick on her clit until she squirted her juices over my lips and tongue when she came. I started to tongue fuck her again until she stopped breathing as heavily and focused on her clit again until she came one more time.

After she climbed off me, Angie proclaimed, “Oh shit MItch, you’re damn good at that. You can eat my pussy anytime you want.”

I jokingly told her, “Hey, tell all your friends too.”

“No fucking way. I’m keeping that tongue all to myself.”

Angie crouched over my dick to return the favor. She held my dick straight up and began to suck me again. I gently kneaded and squeezed her soft, creamy breasts as she blew me. Angie would take me out of her mouth and lick my balls and shaft before surrounding my dick with her lips. I couldn’t help thinking about her telling me she already sucked one dick that evening, that of her date. Angie was certainly exploring her sexuality at such a tender age and I was lucky enough that circumstances allowed me to help her.

My young lover was getting better at taking my cock deeper into her throat without gagging and her tongue was swirling around the head and shaft like a pro. Just like the night before, Angie decided she needed to feel me inside of her and got on top of me. That young girl certainly liked to fuck. It felt great to lay back and watch Angie fuck me just the way she liked by controlling the rhythm and hitting her most sensitive spots with how she rolled her hips. It allowed me to see the look of pure pleasure on her pretty face too. My hands found their way to her chest where I could play with those budding breasts and nipples. When she began to tire, I bent her over on the edge of the bed and stood behind her, and hammered that hot cunt of hers.

As I was fucking her hard, Angie cried out, “Oh, I’m such a naughty girl. I love having a hard dick in me. Fuck me, Mitch. Oh, fuck me.”

“Do you like being a naughty girl, huh, do you?”

“Oh yes. I love fucking a married man. I’m so bad.”

After hearing that, I began to spank Angie’s generous ass and I watched her flesh ripple with each thrust into her pussy.

“Oh yes, spank me, Mitch. I’m such a bad girl.”

I began to spank her harder and tug on her hair, telling her, “You’re such a bad girl. This is what happens to bad girls, Angie.”

“Yeah, we get fucked.”

“That’s right, Angie, you get fucked.”

I drilled that pussy as she begged for more. Angie is one hot piece of ass.

When I was about to cum, I told Angie, gaziantep escort kız telefonları “I want to cum in your mouth.”

She didn’t even hesitate. Angie turned around and stuffed my cock in her mouth. She sucked me for a few moments before I began to shoot my cum into her mouth and she lapped up every drop as I grunted loudly. I had to be careful that I didn’t wake up my son but it felt so good to fuck a hot young woman with an unsatiable libido, a nice tight pussy, and a magic mouth. Karen didn’t like the taste of cum and rarely let me cum in her mouth. Damn, that felt good. There’s something special about a woman that will swallow. I could tell she enjoyed it which made it even better.

Fucking Angie made me feel young again. Having that hot, sweaty, passionate sex restored my faith that I was still a desirable man. I was able to satisfy a hot, young woman who came back to my house for a second night for more sex. We weren’t making love, it was pure fucking and made me feel alive again under trying circumstances. I was also no better than Karen as she was fucking someone else too. It still bothered me that she had a lover but fucking Angie lessened the sting.

After we caught our breath, Angie and I went downstairs to get another drink. I wore my underwear and a tee shirt while she put on one of my tee shirts too. Something so simple can be quite sexy too. It hung loosely on her body except for her breasts that pushed against the cotton fabric. It was mesmerizing to watch her move about the kitchen with her braless breasts bouncing and see a hint of her areola through the white fabric. I couldn’t help myself from grabbing her ass when she bent over to get a couple of beers from the fridge when her ass was exposed to me. It startled her but she playfully slapped my hand away. When she stood up with her hands full, I reached around to cup her tits and kiss her neck before retreating to the living room.

At first, I wondered why she sat across from me rather than join me on the sofa but I soon realized she wanted to tease me by letting me get a glimpse of her legs and pussy. She knew she had my attention and seemed proud that she had control over an older man.

When we finished our beers, Angie told me, “Why don’t you get us another one? I have a surprise for you.”

“Ohh, I like surprises, especially from a hot, sexy young lady.”

She smiled and replied, “Well, you’re going to like this one then.”

Angie picked up her backpack and went upstairs to change. In only a few minutes, Angie appeared in the living room wearing a short black satin robe, blue sheer stockings, and black high heels. I was naturally curious to know what she was wearing under the robe but she was going to make me wait. Angie seductively walked around the room as I attentively watched every step she took. My eyes were fixed on her alluring legs encased in nylon and the bare skin of her thighs above the lace band on top. I could see a hint of her ass cheeks as she strutted past me. Her cheeks appeared to be winking at me with each step. I could see the thin string of her thong between her buttocks when Angie she bent over to get her beer.

Angie looked down at the growing lump in my boxer briefs and said, “If you like what you see now, wait until you see what I’m wearing underneath my robe.”

“I can’t wait, baby.”

Angie turned her back and untied her robe as she prepared for the big reveal. She turned around clutching the robe so it didn’t open and then suddenly opened it like she was flashing someone but that someone was me.

She was wearing a dark blue lace baby doll with spaghetti straps and a matching thong. Angie let the robe fall to the floor and began to pace around in front of me so I could drink in all of her beauty and sexiness with my eyes. I stared at her as she walked around in front of me. Her lingerie didn’t cover very much but there is something about a woman wearing it that is so much sexier than a naked body. Maybe it’s because you have to look closely to see their nipples or pussy or maybe it’s because they are advertising that they are enticing you into having sex with them.

It’s like the lingerie is screaming, “I want to have sex.”

I had a full erection that I wouldn’t have been able to hide if I wanted to.

I told Angie, “Come here and let me see how soft your babydoll is.”

“Nope, not until I say you can.”

“Oh, so you’re going to be a little cock tease, eh?

Angie pointed to my erection, and said, “You’ve got that right and it looks like it’s working,” and started to giggle.

I smiled back at her and figured I had no choice but to let my young seductress play her little games, not that I minded at all. Sex is much better with a little foreplay anyway. Angie walked over to her backpack which she stashed in the hallway and took something out. When she returned, she was holding a vibrator. When she got right in front of me she turned it on and I heard the soft buzzing sounds of vibration as she began to trace it all over her body. Angie seemed to especially like the feel of the vibrator on her nipples. She teased herself by using her sex toy on her inner thighs but being careful not to use it on her pussy.

Angie pulled the coffee table further away from the sofa and sat down in front of me with her legs spread. I got a nice view of her sweet pussy lips through the lace of her thong. It wasn’t surprising that I had the urge to lick her.

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Neither Emily nor Ted wanted this moment to end. Each was silently swimming in the eyes of the other, playing out future scenarios.

Emily’s film was moving faster, imagining Ted leaving his wife, the two of them dating, leaving this small coastal town, starting a new life away from everyone else, possibly marrying, definitely having children; all the while she playing the submissive partner and he as the guardian and protector.

Ted saw shorter scenes, and each one was a sexual fantasy. His eyes quickly darted over Emily’s body, and he made a list of all the things he would teach her to do, and all the things he would do to her. Every single thing his wife had refused would be manifested with Emily’s young, willing body. He thought of all the terms he had learned from porn sites about this kind of relationship: Slave, sub, even daughter. Cruder names like fuck toy, personal slut, and babygirl stirred his baser, lustful side.

The musings of both of them shattered as Ted’s phone chirped. He knew from the ringtone that it was someone in the youth group, as he had them grouped together on his phone with a specific song.

Both jumped to their feet and immediately grabbed for Emily’s clothes.

“Shit,” said Emily, as she looked at the clock on Ted’s office wall. It was about 5:45. “Two hours?” she thought. There was no way they had been fooling around in there that long. She knew she lost track of time while Ted was going down on her, getting so relaxed that she almost fell into a trance, but never thought it had been that long.

Ted helped Emily with her bra and shirt, and she pulled her pants back on and secured them while he reached for the phone, ignoring his own clothing situation. He was much more concerned about someone finding Emily naked in his office than if he were undressed himself.

The display said it was Amy. He hesitated as his finger hovered over the answer button.

Amy had joined the youth group about six months after Ted had been hired. She was a slim, tanned blond with piercing blue eyes. Ted classified her with the more outgoing youth members, as she always had an opinion and was quick to volunteer.

Not particularly into the whole “church” thing, but she loved the social side of being in a large group of people her age.

One of the attractions that Ted’s leadership style had for many of the youth was his being “okay” with a lot of behavior that was NOT okay with their parents, as long as it wasn’t to excess, or harmful. Ted found this made it easier to break down barriers and get the youth to confide in him and seek his counsel.

Amy was one of the first youth to let a “swear” slip out during a youth activity, and she immediately apologized and expected a severe verbal thrashing, but was amazed when Ted laughed it off and just gave her a gentle warning of, “Do you kiss your mom with that mouth?”

As Ted got to know her and learned the boundaries of what was “okay” to say and joke about, he saw that Amy was one of the more flirty girls in the group (although ALL the girls, it seemed, flirted with Ted to one degree or another). He saw no harm in playing along occasionally without going to extremes.

In the summer, Ted had hosted a pool party for the youth, and Amy wore a wonderfully-fitting one-piece swimsuit of sky blue that was reminiscent of a lifeguard suit. It immediately made him remember a popular beer commercial from years before, and he joked to her that with her Scandinavian looks, she could be a member of the Swedish Bikini Team. He then spent five minutes explaining his pop culture reference that was years outside the scope of her knowledge.

Ted hit the answer button. “Hello?”

“Hey, Mister Ted, are you inside the escort gaziantep ilanları church somewhere? Your car’s here but the doors are all locked.”

“Ah, uh, yeah, sorry, I guess I lost track of the time. I’ll come let you in.”

“Okay, me and Kayla have the rest of the sodas. They’re kinda heavy.”

“I’ll be right down. Emily and I will help you.”

“Cool, we’re by the kitchen door.”

Emily was fully dressed and was brushing her hair and checking her face in a compact mirror. When she was sure Ted was off the phone, she pointed at his still-out member, now wilted.

“Don’t you go down there like that, ’cause that’s just for me!” She smiled mischievously.

“Yes, dear,” he said in a mock-sarcastic tone. Putting himself back in order, he teased, “What, you don’t want to share me?”

“Absolutely not,” she said, making a childish, pouting face.

“Well I guess a foursome is off the table then?” He grinned. His answer was a punch on the arm, but she added, “Maybe one day, if I get to pick who it is.”

Downstairs, Ted and the three girls loaded the cases of drinks onto a cart and wheeled them into the kitchen, putting them in one of the coolers. Amy and Emily joked and talked, Ted smiled and observed, and Kayla made mental notes as she observed the way Ted and Emily kept giving one another glances. “No way,” she thought.

By the time everything was secured, Amy had made plans for her two friends to sleep over that night after the show was over, and Emily happily said yes, but Kayla said she had to study for an exam.

The talent show was a record-breaking success, adding to the church’s coffers as well as the youth group’s, and further secured Ted’s reputation as a master leader and grower of the church.

Ted was disappointed that he didn’t get to give Emily a ride home after the show, as he was robbed of more time for private conversation; but he knew it would look odd if he drove her to Amy’s house.

The three girls left together in Kayla’s car.

Ted and Emily exchanged a few text messages, but Ted deliberately kept them brief and vague, fearing one of the other girls might accidentally get a peek at Emily’s screen.

Ted: Hey, thank you SO much for all your help today. I couldn’t have gotten so much done that fast without your help! (smile)

Emily: Happy to help! (smile) But your files are still a mess so I’m nowhere near done yet. (wink)

Ted: Haha, fine, you’re allowed to keep working on them as long as I can still find stuff when you’re done. (smile)

Emily: (smile) (wink)

Ted: Have a good night. And behave. (smile)

Emily: Yes, Sir. (smile)

Emily felt a small rush as she called Ted, “Sir” in the text. Ted, in turn, had the same reaction. Both gave it a meaning that was outside of what anyone else privy to the conversation would have assumed.

Kayla dropped the other two girls off at Amy’s house and drove home, but she couldn’t wait to send a text, so she risked the distraction and sent one to Emily as she drove home.

Kayla: Hey, none of my business, IDC, but is there something going on with you and Mister Ted? Not judging, just wondering.

Emily’s heart skipped a beat as she read the text. She tuned out whatever Amy was saying as they went upstairs to her room and in a panic, texted Ted, sharing a copy of what had been sent. She excused herself to the bathroom while she waited for a reply.

Ted’s heart reacted similarly. “Shit!! Already?” he said out loud as he drove home. He was grateful his wife and he had taken separate cars, since Ted had to arrive early and stay late. His wife was already home and didn’t expect escort kadın gaziantep him for at least another half hour. He pulled off the road so he could think more clearly, as he feared he might have a collision if he tried to text about such a subject.

Ted: Are you alone? Can I call?

Emily: In the bathroom, she might hear. Text is better.

Emily: I’m scared (sad face)

Ted: It’s okay, it’s fine. No one has seen anything, no one knows anything. We may have been looking at each other too much is all. There’s nothing she can claim she heard or saw, and Amy was there too, and you and I hardly spoke during the show tonight. Everyone knows you were helping me at church, that doesn’t mean anything.

Emily: Still worried (sad face)

Ted: It’s okay, love. It’s fine. Really. We just need to be more careful.

Emily: What should I tell her? The longer I wait, she will get more suspicious.

Ted thought a moment.

Ted: Okay, first, say, “Sorry, my phone was on the bed, didn’t feel it buzz” or something like that, but ONLY if she mentions why you took so long.

Ted: Otherwise don’t even acknowledge it. Then laugh it off. Say it any way you want, but laugh it off like you don’t think I’d be interested in ANY of you girls.

Emily: Okay

Ted: Mention that I’m married and that it’d be stupid for me to even think about it. Maybe hint that even if I WERE into one of you, it’d be Sierra, because she’s the biggest flirt in the youth group.

Emily: Yeah

Ted: That will throw her off. Kayla loves to gossip, I’ve noticed that. Plant a seed, and maybe she will focus on that. Better to have her texting rumors about a total lie than something that could be true.

Emily: Okay

Ted: Text her, and let me know what happens. (heart)

Emily: Okay I will right now

Ted: It’ll be okay Love. Don’t worry.

Emily. I love you

Ted: I love you Angel. (smile)

Emily: (smile)

Emily sent the text, changing a few words to make it more “her voice”, and waited for a reply, but none came. Maybe Kayla was already studying, maybe she had nothing to say back. Maybe she didn’t believe it. No matter, pursuing it more would make it worse. She just wanted to Kayla to totally forget about it as soon as possible. She texted Ted and he agreed.

Amy and Emily watched a movie on Netflix, and then they decided to try to get some sleep.

Amy’s bed was an antique four-poster queen that originally belonged to her great-grandmother. Amy was allowed to do anything she wanted to make it “hers”, so she had painted it white and the headboard and footboard were covered with symbols like hearts, peace signs, smiley faces, and other 60s iconography.

Once the door was shut, clothes were shed. If there were more girls, usually sleep attire was panties and tee shirts without a bra. If it was downstairs where parents could see, more modest pajamas were worn.

Here, with just Amy and a best friend, modesty went out the door, and the girls stripped down to only panties.

As always, the conversation of, “I wish mine looked more like yours” began. Girls are never 100% happy with their bodies.

“My boobs want to be just like yours when they grow up,” said Amy wistfully, admiring Emily’s 36-inch bust.

“Ha! You’d want to trade them back after a week. Try finding a bra that feels right,” was Emily’s comeback.

“They look so soft,” said Amy, playfully reaching for Emily’s breasts. Emily blushed but joined in on the charade and took Amy’s hand and pulled it to her breast.

“Yes, they are, and you know how much you want to touch them…” she said in a mock-sultry voice.

The escort gaziantep kızlar girls both giggled and played out a cheesy dialog that was their version of every low-budget lesbian porn film ever made.

“I’ve wanted you to touch me for so long Amy.”

“I was afraid you’d think I was weird.”

“I want you to, you know I love you.”

“I love you too, Emily, and now I’ll show you how much!”

At that point, the two girls leaned in toward each other as if they were going to kiss, but inches away, both broke into a storm of laughter so loud that in the next room, Amy’s parents considered telling them to keep it down.

Settling under the covers, lights out, the talk was quieter, and the subjects varied. Amy talked about her classes, boys she liked, teachers she hated, and CDs she wanted to buy. Emily spoke of comic books, her dream college path, and books she had read.

Amy introduced a new subject. “Can I ask you something?” This was Amy-code for, “This is going to be a personal question.”

Laying next to Amy in the dark, not quite touching, under the covers, Emily wondered what the question would be. “Sure,” she answered.

“You don’t talk about boys much. Are you into girls? I mean, it’s cool if you are, and I won’t tell anyone, I promise. I’m just curious.”

Emily definitely wasn’t expecting that question, but she answered truthfully. “I like boys, I just don’t think I’ve met one I really like that much.” Technically, she thought, this was true, as Ted wasn’t a boy, he was a man.

“And honestly, I’ve never really thought about girls like that, but I don’t have a problem with it. You just do what you like with whoever you like to do it with, you know? It’s all love.”

“So would you do it with a girl if you had the chance?” Amy pressed.

“I really don’t know. Maybe? If it was someone I liked, it’s possible. It’s one of those things I’d have to think about I guess,” she paused. “What about you?”

Amy was hoping the conversation would go this direction. Amy had not shared it with anyone yet, but she was starting to wonder about her own sexual identity, and found herself sometimes having attractions to girls, leading her to wonder if she might be bisexual.

“I’ll tell you if you swear not to tell anyone,” she started. “Of course,” Emily answered. There was an agreement that anything shared in the antique four-poster stayed there.

Amy went on. “I do think about girls sometimes. Not as much as boys, but it does get me kinda turned on.” Emily thought no differently of her friend and simply said, “Cool.”

“Second question,” and she waited a beat.

“Who do you think about when you play?”

Emily immediately thought of Ted, but kept that to herself. “Just random guys, nobody specific. Usually actors, I think. I have a terrible crush on guys I know I’ll never have, like Sean Connery or George Clooney.”

She thought that would be enough of a hint that she liked older men without coming out and specifically saying it.

“Yeah, I got you. Clooney is kinda hot, haha.” The girls laughed softly in agreement.

About ten seconds of silence went by, both girls not wanting to say out loud what they were simultaneously thinking.

Amy spoke first. “You wanna?”

Emily answered, “You started it, I’m just following you.”

The girls laughed softly again, and without further discussion, agreed they were both comfortable with masturbating in each others’ presence. Besides, it wasn’t that hard to pretend they were alone. It was dark, they were under the covers, so there was nothing to see. Amy reached into her panties right away, but Emily started on the outside, gently tracing the line in the front panel of her panties with a fingertip.

Emily spoke first. “We should have a race,” she joked.

“What does the winner get?” answered Amy.

“Bragging rights,” Emily replied.

“And the winner has to help the loser get to the finish line.”

Assuming Amy was joking, Emily said, “You’re on.”

Both girls got quiet as they focused on themselves.

End of part twelve.

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This story started out as more of a stroke story about a guy getting laid after his divorce, and has ended up being a lot more layered than that. And decidedly non-strokey, so reader, be warned! Here, Stephen has to find a way to engage mature women who have their own agendas. Thanks to blackrandI1958 for the edit and beta read.

We sat at the oaken table I built the summer before we got married, in my rough-and-ready-mountain-man phase, a table that had hosted thousands of meals over twenty-eight years of family life. Sheila looked the same as ever, short and curvy in a t-shirt, jeans and her “Best Mom Ever” apron. Sometimes I noticed that she was pretty. I was leafing through Sport Illustrated and wondering if I was going to watch basketball or hockey later on that night.

“Stephen, I think it’s time to divorce.”

“Divorce.”The unspoken word, spoken at last. “Now?”

“Things haven’t been good with us for a long time.”

“Doesn’t seem so bad to me.” Let her drop the blade, I thought, already grooming my injured male innocence.

“I know that. Not so bad isn’t so good, though, right?”

“Every marriage goes through ups and downs.” I put down the magazine.

“This isn’t that. It’s been a steady slide for me. I have talked about it with you.”

“I thought… you didn’t talk about divorce.” That was unsaid, imagined but not acknowledged. Chill out, I’d say to her. Do what you want to do. I support you. Then I’d go back to whatever I was reading, blithe lord of the home she had made. “I knew you were unhappy, but I didn’t know what to do. I was okay with waiting a while longer.”

“You’re not surprised, though.”

“I guess not. Why now?” It’s not like things were bad. Things were just… things.

She stood, wrapping her arms around her chest, the familiar gesture lifting her breasts in the exact way that had first made me crazy for her. “I want to be on my own. I haven’t been, ever.”

“Many women pursue a career and maintain a marriage.”

“It’s not a career, it’s just… being. Being Sheila.”

“And you aren’t Sheila here?” I tried to keep my voice on an even keel. “This life was your design. I didn’t ask you to give up your life for our children.”

“It is my life. I didn’t give up a thing. I loved being their parent. Every minute of it.” We do have great kids. “I love you, too, I guess, but not who I’ve become being with you.”

“Why is that my fault?” Everything I knew about this marriage was suddenly irrelevant.

“It’s not your fault. It just is. Life here is fine. Good enough. It’s just not what I want anymore. I’m all used up.” Caretaking had pursued Sheila with relentless viciousness. Just as the kids matured, her mother’s stroke left both her parents helpless.

“Your parents didn’t have to take our marriage.”

“I did what I had to do.”

“You did what they expected you to do.” Another reason to be angry at them. Or her.

“Maybe. Whatever. I just want to strip it all away, get back to the basics, away from… all of this.” Her gesture was inclusive and dismissive.

I mirrored her movement. “This? You mean a faithful and loyal husband who provided you a comfortable home and three wonderful children? That’s a pretty shitty thing to say.”

“I’m sorry, Stevie. I just can’t be here anymore.”

“What are you going to do? Be a hippie? Go to art school?” Why am I trying so hard? It felt like I should. I was supposed to fight for my marriage. I spent a fuckwad of time and energy to get us to this place and she was fucking it up. I should be royally pissed. Why am I not royally pissed?

“Just be alone. And figure it out for myself. Our life is fine. You’re a good provider. A good lover. A good Dad. But these last five years, not really a friend.”

“Wow. Not your friend?”

“It’s complicated. I couldn’t really talk to you about what was troubling me. We just keep doing the same thing all over again every day.”

“How about counseling?”

“No. I’m strangling myself. I have to be on my own.”

“With half our assets.” I tried to sound bitter, but I was more like numb. Wounded.

“Fairly earned,” she said. True: she had made us a wonderful home. I wouldn’t be where I am without her. “But we can talk. I won’t be an ass about that.”

“And you have to leave me for this?”

“I do. I have, inside. But I guess we can stay married if you want. I just need to go.”

“Is there another man?” I had to ask.

She rolled her eyes at me. “There’s no other man. That’s the point. There’s always been a man. You, the boys, my dad.”

I knew that tone of voice. “Damn.” She held my gaze. I shut my eyes, took a deep breath. “Okay.” I had believed in my marriage, had built it from ideas and compromises, from culture and family, from time spent and opportunities abandoned. But what had I actually accrued? Fossilized roles. A catalog of habitual behaviors that transformed from endearing to quirky to annoying. TV replaced talk. Logistics substituted for love, familiarity for escort gaziantep bayan friendship, condescension for compassion. The will to create the marriage seeped away, an invisible pinhole leak in a bike tire, a bucket that never gets filled. Did I even still want to be married to her? I just assumed I did, like so many other assumptions I’d made in our pretty conventional life together. “You’re sure.” It wasn’t a question.

“I’ve been living with it for five years. It is unfair, springing it on you like this, but you don’t really want me anymore either, except in bed. Or you won’t, pretty soon. But we’ll be grandparents to the same children. I’ll be your friend,” she said, “after a while. Your loving ex. If you’ll have me.”

“That’s charming,” I said. “Friends with benefits?”

“Maybe. If it’s okay with your new wife.”

“Jesus fucking H. Christ. New wife? Got her all picked out for me?”

“Calm down, Stephen. You’re an attractive man, you like having a wife. You’ll find someone.”

“Salve for your ego? You don’t have to feel guilty if I’m with someone else?”

“I feel guilty for dragging it out, but get this through your head: It’s not about you. I respect you enough to let you go. I hope you’ll give me the same courtesy.”

“Thirty years down the drain.” My pride was no match for her practicality.

“Twenty-eight, but I hope you wouldn’t think that. We have our kids. We had good times. A good run.”

I felt sad and relieved and free and devastated, all at once. “Fuck, Sheila.”

She smiled at me. “Okay. We’ve always been good at that. Now?”

My first instinct was to tell her to fuck off, but what the hell. It was always worth it when she did the offering. We got to the bedroom, got naked and it got very intense. She was hungry and abandoned and I was insistent and relentless and we both were pissed. All our pretenses were gone; it was the most honest sex we’d had in a very long time. We ended up the evening having a good cry and a long talk before sharing our final pillow.

The next morning she packed a couple of suitcases, went to her brother’s and she was gone. The divorce was handled by courier and a few phone calls. She finished moving out when I was at work. She told our kids that she loved them, that they shouldn’t expect to hear from her for a while, but they were welcome to call her if they wanted to. True to her word, she was easy with the settlement. She refused alimony. I sold the house, liquidated everything except my personal retirement fund and the classic 1972 MG I had spent a fortune keeping up, paid the various expenses, split the balance down the middle and that was that.

Fifty-four, divorced, alone. That wasn’t the plan. The kids would mature, Sheila and I would walk the streets of Europe hand in hand, explore the forests of Thailand, swim in tropical oceans, fuck on tropical beaches. My college sweetheart, the mother of my children, a woman I would have been content to spend the rest of my life with. She’s off finding herself and suddenly I am, too. Blissful arrogance, blind ignorance. Just like my own father? I was angry at her for keeping herself so secret from me, and at myself for not noticing what the fuck was going on. I spent too many vodka-sodden nights sitting in my chair, staring at the view, hand on my dick, remembering Sheila under me, grasping my arms, pulling at my back, legs wrapped high, breathing, sweating, a moan, a gasp, her body is mine!… One empty orgasm after another. How had I settled for so little? I couldn’t imagine finding the will to try it again.

I went deep down a lot of ratholes. She hates me for nothing I did; she hates me because I did nothing. I want her to fail, to come crawling back, begging for my attention, burning with regret five or twelve or twenty years from now, lonely, distant from her grandchildren, so I could taunt her with the memory of the life she left behind. But what life? We never really chose it, like grown-ups should; we were babies. Marriage was an unconscious meme we bought into at the start. It had “delivered her into my possession,” “I took her as my wife,” and she was shackled there, our home a beautiful prison in which her salvation ultimately could be delivered only by my dispossession.

On top of all that, I had no place to put my dick! Castration anxiety’s corollary: loss of the socket rather than the plug. I had allowed her to become the gatekeeper to my satisfaction, and then she changed the locks. I’m no longer a variable she has to account for, to compromise with, to feed or clothe or clean up after or get supported by. A role I didn’t even know well enough to break out of, nothing I actually did. A crime of omission, a free benefit of the patriarchy, vulnerable to a woman who learned herself and then acted on her own accord.

When I could get over myself, I appreciated her courage. That helped. Made me competitive, at least. So, a new mantra: less abstraction, more escort gaziantep bayan ilanları honesty, less future, more present. Decisions embroiled in any internal subjectivity were better left unmade. I’ve said “I don’t know” more in the past year than in the previous twenty-eight combined.

My friends were on me to start dating, but the mere thought of getting that close to someone again produced a deep physical anxiety in me. Whatever I had done to her, I didn’t want to do it to someone else. Or have someone else do it to me. So, a year alone: peace and loneliness were matched companions, and the mourning I kept to myself. I went to work, ran, went to the gym, saw my kids, bumped into friends at the coffeeshop; It’s enough, I kept telling myself. Lower your expectations.

Yeah, right. I was living hurt, but my body’s wisdom diluted it; you can survive, but not thrive, and not notice the difference–until you’re touched by someone you love. I only saw people I trusted, and Ann and Gary were at the top of the list. We’d been the three musketeers in college, partying and studying together. By senior year, Gary and I started a software company, Ann and Gary became a couple and Ann and I lifelong running partners. Unless it was snowing or one of us was out of town, we ran. The first few months after Sheila left, other than feeling sorry for myself, running was the only thing I wanted to do, and I did a lot of it with her. After a couple of abortive attempts at advice, she mostly had obliged my silence with a minimum of reproving glances.

“You ready?” Ann was standing at the door to my office, her fifty-four-year-old body long and lean in her Vancouver summer outfit of low-cut running briefs and shimmel.

“I’m ready,” I said to her. “Too many damn meetings this morning.”

“Well, let’s go do something else, then.” I followed her down the hallway and out the door. I’d always appreciated her body; not my type, particularly (I preferred Sheila’s softly rounded bustiness) but appealing in her confidence, posture, presentation, how relaxed she was in running clothes or business suits, in the fashionable dresses she chose when they went out, or the bikinis she still could rock. We ran down the street and into Stanley Park. It was a day for intervals, and after she destroyed me on our favorite thirty-meter hill we ran at an easy pace under the Lion’s Gate Bridge and around the park, back toward the office. Today, though, the talk was less than desultory.

“So, Stephen, we’re starting to get worried about you.”

“Me? Why?”

“You’ve been divorced for a year.”

“Thirteen months, ten days.”

“Have you had any dates?”

“Old friends. My kids. You.”

“We think you need a woman in your life.”

“I have women in my life. You. Arlie.” My secretary. “Carol.” My daughter. “Rosario.” Housekeeper. “Jeanne.” Therapist. I ran out of things to say.

“You know what I mean. You’ve got be missing something.”

“Not really.”

“Intimacy. Companionship.”

“Demands. Commitments.”

“A partner.”

“A preacher. I like my peace and quiet.”

“That’s bullshit.”

“I’m just not ready to meet someone nice and screw that up.”

“That’s not going to happen.”

“It did. I did it.”

“Stop that.” Ann was exasperated. “You’ve done a lot of work on it. It’s what you didn’t do. And what she didn’t do.”

“So maybe I don’t do it again.”

“What about sex?”

“I miss it, but I just don’t want to rock the boat.”

“Wow. This really did a number on you, didn’t it?”

“I am ashamed I lived with her for all those years and didn’t see this coming.”

“You did see it coming. You just didn’t do anything about it.”

“She did.”

“Eventually. Who’s to say what would have happened if you hadn’t left it to her?”

“She didn’t give me that choice.” It felt ugly even as I said it, and Ann didn’t bite.

“Cut the crap, Steven. If this is how you acted with her, I can understand why she wanted out.”

“That was harsh.”

“You have to stop feeling sorry for yourself. You had a marriage. It was good for a long while, but now it’s over. You have three great kids to show for it. You weren’t the bad guy. It just happened.”

“That’s what Sheila said. I keep thinking it had to be someone’s fault.”

“Plenty of blame to go around.”

“She never said a thing.”

“Women have a skill,” Ann said, “of hiding their true feelings from men.”

“Protecting our fragile egos, eh?” I was sarcastic. “Do you do that?”

“I did, once. Not anymore, but Gary and I make our compromises just like everyone else. Sometimes they suck.”

“But you get over it.”

“Don’t know that that the right expression, actually. The bad things are still bad, but other parts balance it. You have to feel all the stuff, good and bad, and let that be okay.”

“That’s what Sheila and I weren’t so good, at, I guess.”

“Maybe not, but gaziantep bayan escort reklamları you’ve been feeling a lot this past year. You have a lot to offer, but you have to get out of the house! We’re going up to the country this weekend. Why don’t you come up with us?”

“The country” was their ten-acre spread nestled in the cedar forest outside Squamish, made infinitely bigger by the untold acres of national forest backing up to the eastern property line. Summer hiking and trail-running, laying skin tracks to excellent tree shots in the winter, right out the door. And Whistler/Blackcomb was a short drive up the Sea to Sky. The property had a sprawling six-bedroom main house, a barn-like studio/conference room with two more bedrooms above, a small gym, a tennis court and a pool. It operated as a corporate retreat center and outdoor training facility when the family wasn’t there. Grace and Peter, the on-site managers, were a very outdoorsy couple in their later twenties whose home was a tidy two-bedroom cottage at the front of the compound. Of course, Ann being Ann, Grace was a digital marketing genius with an MBA in hotel management and a sub-three-hour marathon time, and Peter, who could build or fix anything, also was an EMT and a G-4 level summer and winter mountain guide. Between the two of them they spoke English, French, Spanish, Italian, a passable German and enough of the regional Athabascan to at least pronounce correctly the vowel-less words on the signs that peppered the province roads.

“You’re on. I love it up there. No blind dates, though, okay?”

Ann laughed in a way that remined me of herself as a girl and for a second, I just saw her lips and her tongue and I wondered how her mouth would feel on me. Fantasizing about my married best friend sucking my dick, I thought. I do need to get out more.

Our country room–no, my country room–was in the attic of the main house. The bed sat in a capacious dormer facing down the valley toward Squamish and the faint glimmering off the fjord beyond. The afternoon sun played over the bed, where in happier times, Sheila and I would cuddle with our novels. Or have sex in the afternoon sunlight. She would put my head was right up against the window and crawl on top, the sunlight striping her bare body in yellows and orange, and naked in the window she’d ride me with delicious purpose. I like the sun, she’d say, and no one can see us here. True, I’d say, while imagining a small amphitheater full of cheering audience. Which was one of my problems. I thought of her carnal nature as a hidden aspect of herself that would ambush her, if I was good enough to bring it out, and it would have no limits. But it had nothing to do with me; she had her own desire, when I inspired enough trust for her to let it out. Which, evidently, had been rare. Otherwise, it was the lowest common denominator, which still was good, but meeting your marks didn’t guarantee an inspired performance.

The memory nonetheless had gone right to my cock, and I was working my hand up and down absentmindedly, feeling super sorry for myself and pissed off that she’d left me high and dry, questioning my own intentions and thinking again that Ann was really right and I needed to get my head out of my ass, when I saw some motion out the window, down below. Grace was laying on a chaise on the cottage deck in a vanishingly small black string bikini. Firm body, flat stomach, round tits. Unwrinkled face. Long wavy hair. “Shit,” I said, out loud. “Too fucking much.” Remembering Sheila, seeing Grace. Much too much. I pulled off my pants and shirt and naked in the sun-lit window rubbed my body and jerked my throbbing cock, watching the beautiful young woman breathe. Then it got better. Or worse. Peter came out, dropped his shorts and she sat up and fellated him, hands and lips and tongue all together, her eyes always focused on his. I timed my thrusts with hers. Fuck me Grace. Suck me Sheila, Fuck, Suck Grace, Sheila, Grace… The images merged in and out of each other and my yearning and my shame and my hand, wet with sweat and desire, kept moving. When Grace pulled at her strings and mounted him, I pointed my cock straight at the loving couple. Her breasts jiggled as he lifted her up with each thrust and I let it all go, wave after wave of pent-up desire exploding all over the window. I felt a little guilty about aiming it at Grace, but realized I hadn’t seriously fantasized about a woman other than Sheila since we got married. Ann is right. Time to abandon the monastery, I thought, and head out there in all my glorious imperfection.

Grace walked in that evening in her usual and unremarkable summer outfit of tank top and shorts, and I could almost forget what she had looked like not too much earlier. Which was good because Grace’s mother, Georgia, was there, replete with sushi and sashimi from the best Japanese restaurant in Squamish. Georgia has thick, wavy brown hair, attractively streaked with silver, wide set brown eyes and an impish smile that lit her up face every time. I liked her immediately. Her unbuttoned shirt revealed only a square cut cotton camisole and the outline of a bra hiding seemingly generous breasts. When she got up from the table her body was substantial but supple, strong legs encased in tight jeans. Sturdy and buxom. My favorite. My hands were itching in that “please fill these palms with tits” kind of way. Ann noticed me looking and leaned over.

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Not a Moment Longer

1

Tracey sat in the small room that served as the kitchen of her rented house and sipped on a glass of wine. She felt that she deserved it after recent events.

To have someone else live in her home as a lodger had been a way for her to make ends meet, she a single mother working long hours for some weeks, when there were staff absences and with a son, of eighteen going on nineteen, to support along with running a home as best as she could.

She had been persuaded to take in a lodger, a second-year student at Danny’s college where her boy was thriving. He had been sent there for two days a week by the firm he was apprenticed to and there were signs that her problems with him had drifted into the past.

Danny and Luke hung out after college, Luke being a full-time student and his parents living too far away to make the daily trek to and from college worth the hassle and expense.

‘It sure cuts into my day, spending so long on the bus, three stops and all…’ Luke had told her as the main reasons for bending his friend’s ear and seeing if there was any chance of him moving in, for the weeks of every term and no more.

She had heard the evident bitterness in his voice, and she had thought about it and then relented. She had finally agreed that Danny could tell his mate to move in with them in a week or so. She heard some days later that Luke was ‘chuffed to bits’ that she had agreed to his suggestion that the weekly rate was somewhat lower than other students had to pay for their places, ‘little more that squats, if you ask me.’

She knew that some landlords ripped people off and organised payments through a bank. She never pushed the issue, hadn’t asked, but the money came in every week, notes that Luke thrust into her hand or placed on a kitchen worktop, that room little more than a galley and with the three of them all huddled together at mealtimes. The boys didn’t always fill her in with the details of when they would be with her and a few heated words, directed more at Luke, than her Danny, had finally smoothed things over and cooled tempers.

‘I have my working day to get through, you know?’ she had ranted at them both,

Danny used to her flares of temper and Luke suitably chastened by her ticking off.

The spat settled things between them, and she warmed to Luke’s ways. Whatever he did away from her place, under her roof he worked hard at his studies and set her Danny an example. He helped about the place, cleaned his room and did his laundry at break times at College. The music wasn’t so loud and the three of them would often debate the merits of some band that was gaining popularity. To have Luke around made her feel included in her boy’s life, gave extra meaning to the hours she put in.

It had all become a distraction from her day-to-day cares.

 

2

Tracey heard his key in the front door and rushed out into the hallway. It was gone seven o’clock and supper had cooled.

‘Hi,’ Luke said in a low, hesitant voice on seeing the angry look on Tracey’s face. Strain and fatigue were to be seen etched on her slender face, her lank, dark, hair brushing her shoulders. She’d made no effort to smarten up as she usually did when they all sat down for the evening meal. He put his rucksack down at the foot of the stairs and shrugged off his windcheater before hanging it over the banister. He’d take it all to his room later.

‘Did you know that we’d be alone here tonight? Danny called me from college and said someone at his work had dropped out of a site visit, and stop over, and he’d been called in. He came back here to get some clothes and a washbag…’ Tracey glared challengingly at him. ‘Well?’

‘Well nothing! I’m not his minder and he didn’t tell me. I’ve been run ragged with my own college work…’ Luke stared her down and sighed. ‘I’m sorry, but it’s been one hell of day for me. It looks like it’s been the same for you…’

She nodded and flicked away at her hair. Her make-up was all but gone. She knew she was no beauty but had let herself go in how she had dressed for the evening after arriving home. ‘You’ve noticed that?’

‘Yeah, I did…and I have, I’m not blind or don’t care how it is for you,’ he answered in a nonchalant drawl. Luke followed her into the kitchen, and he soon saw that the table was set for two. He took in that she walked about in bare feet, her toenails varnished a cherry red. He’d seen it on her fingernails at weekends, not during the working day. ‘I’ve noticed a lot about you these last few weeks…ever since I’ve been here, as it happens.’

‘Don’t even think of going there!’

His tone had changed to one of concern and his look upon her overtly appraising. Luke had also moved to stand very close, his bulk dwarfing her and his admiring glance unmistakable. She’d put on some lounge pants and a loose sweatshirt. It had been one of those days, just as he had told her of his.

‘I just don’t like to see you angry, Tracey…’

She escort gaziantep bayan ilanları shrugged, meeting the drift of his eyes over her once more. ‘There’s nothing to be said or done about it now…’

‘I could help you prep supper….’

‘Thanks, but it’s a bit late for that…’

‘Just trying to make it up to you…for something that’s not my fault.’ He watched as she knelt down and tugged open the glazed door of the small oven. She soon pulled out a tray. On it were two small meat pies and oven chips. Some frozen peas had already been microwaved. ‘Let me help you?’

‘Okay, thanks,’ she sighed and feeling him brush against her as he took the tray out of her trembling hands. Tracey was worried that she’d drop it. ‘I’ll get the plates…’

As she reached up for them from the shelf she felt the brush of his fingers to the naked skin of her hip.

‘You’re amazing, do you know that? I’ve seen how you run this place for us….and Danny’s told me how it’s been for you two from the very beginning…with no let up.’

‘We manage, as you can see…’ Tracey moved out of his way and soon spooned the food onto their plates. She had quelled the rush of errant longing the young man’s touch had so quickly aroused in her. He’d made a pass and she had pretended to make light of it. ‘Fill some glasses with water…’

‘Sure…I can do that.’ He heard the plates scrape on the scrubbed surface of the table, took in how she stepped over the chair’s sides and sat down. He met her wondering gaze for an instant before Tracey began to eat her meal. ‘I can take this up to my room…’

‘Just sit down, Luke,’ she answered, in exasperation, and closing her eyes for a moment, as if in relief that a moment she had wondered about was to be made real.

With the young man beside her all thoughts of sleeping alone had been pushed away. She needed company, wanted to feel a man’s touch to her body, better still to have him take her, ‘I’m always alone, always the one who needs to take responsibility. I’m so tired. I’m just so tired of being alone, Luke. Did Danny tell you that too…did he?’

‘No, but I thought it all through…put some of the details together. You don’t deserve any of it…’

Neither of them knew who made the first move, but they closed the space between, Luke leaning over and putting one arm bout Tracey’s shoulders and drawing her into a kiss. She put her arm about his neck to prolong their deepening open-mouthed claims upon each other.

‘I’m here for you,’ he murmured on meeting her startled look as his hands went under her top and she felt them on her skin.

‘It shouldn’t be happening…tis shouldn’t go on.’

‘But it is…and…and it will,’ he kissed.

She had felt his kisses to be like to first drops of rain after a prolonged drought; disbelief that it was happening raging against her desperate need for another’s touch. She felt Luke’s lips move over her mouth, the slip of his flickering tongue arousing a rush of crazy, wanton longing for a young guy whom she wanted to peg her. He rubbed his lips against her mouth, in a back-and-forth movement to soothe and excite. Her breathing became sharp, and she felt the frantic beat of her heart in her throat, the gnawing ache and wetness in her belly and where she longed for him to be taken.

‘What am I do about this?’ she said hoarsely and shoving back her chair, the plate she had taken off the table clattering on the worktop.

‘Live and love it out with me,’ he said moving behind her, his hands soon under her sweatshirt once more and tracing path over her skin. ‘So firm…and you’re naked under this.’

She lifted one arm to draw his head to her, squirmed as his hands cupped her small firm breasts and tweaked her nipples. One then traced a path under the hem of her lounge pants and pressed into her slit. Tracey pushed forward to meet these claims, knew that his fingers would soon be slicked with her juices.

‘My room…in my bed…it’s bigger!’ she cried out and broke free of his embrace and rushed to the stairs. His hands were again on her seeking to slow Tracey’s progress. Without hesitation he simply lifted the sweatshirt off her body and held her. ‘Oh God…this is crazy…what I’m doing!’

She turned to kiss him hungrily, tugged on his belt and soon knelt down as his jeans and briefs were pulled down and he stepped out of them. His hard penis leapt out towards her face, Tracey seeing his flat stomach and bush of hair at his groin. He was made so well. She shivered in anticipation and dismay at her wanton surrender to her raging instincts.

‘No secrets, now…Tracey!’ Her fingers and mouth were on him as he stood still and tugged off his T-shirt. ‘Undress…you must undress!’ he cried out even as she worked on him until he could bear it no longer. He pulled gently on her hair to make her stand up. Her hand were on his wrists as he pushed eskort gaziantep bayan her pants and nicks away, their questing hands urgently claiming skins, their snorted hungering kisses unrelenting.

‘Take me to bed!’ she cried out as he lifted her into his arms as if she were a doll. ‘Fill me with that prick of yours…fuck me…and fuck me hard!’

She demanded it as he carried her slowly up the stairs, her legs gripping his body, one of Luke’s hands on her buttock, the other and his fingers claiming her wet slit, opening the way to him. His stubble beard scraped lightly against his skin, and she loved the feeling of it.

Luke slipped his tongue over the seam of her lips once, twice, and then she opened them for him. He didn’t stick his tongue into her mouth, instead teasing her further by taking her bottom lip between his and pulling on it lightly. He sucked it suggestively into his mouth and slid his tongue over the smooth skin on the inside as he let it go.

‘Bring it to me…bring it to me, Luke!’ she yelled as his fingers worked in her. She finally lay back on the bed, her legs drawn up and his hungering look upon her met by those of her eyes and her outstretched hands.

She began to moan and writhe as Luke ate her out, offered lingering sucks to her pussy lips or pushed his tongue deep into her, his head held in her hands as she bucked her hips to meet his expert and searching ways. He kept changing the placement of his mouth and tongue, the angle of his head and licked his way slowly over her body until he kissed her, felt Tracy’s hands reach for his straining prick and rub her slit.

‘Yes…yes…now we fuck…now I want to fuck with you, Tracey!’ The use of coarse words went unnoticed.

She moaned her agreement as he slowly entered, stretched and eased her until he felt her to be quite ready. Luke advanced and retreated a few times, teasing her with an erotic display of what he wanted to do with her body. She whimpered and pushed her feet into the bed to change the angle of his movements, bucked her hips and tugged on him.

‘Go on!’

‘I’m trying!’ he gasped as her frenzied movements felt as if she’d tear his prick off him. The headboard tapped against the wall and their cries of effort and pleasure filled the darkened room.

A moment’s rush of reality came at her like the unstoppable tide of the sea. ‘Put on condom! Oh God….I should have asked that ages ago…put one on and do it now!’

It was going to be a long night.

 

3

Tracey felt that the time spent in his arms was all that mattered to her.

She had been taken out of her only too ordered world as far as that could have been said of a single mother who’d been claimed by an older man so many years ago. She had become pregnant and her world and plans for a future had fallen apart. She didn’t want to go through that with Luke, but she can’t get enough of his touches to her body, the tempest of emotions and the draining of her energy when they’re loving, and he tells her that she’s beautiful.

She doesn’t want soft words, for that’s all that they are, but she does want that driving prick of his and Luke’s ways defying his age. She feels truly blessed while she’s in his arms and the packet of condoms is gradually being used up. The glaring truth is that she needs to be diverted. Every time Luke pulls her to him and makes love to her, in his own hungry ways of it, she’s not alone in not quite believing that it’s happening. Loving with him makes her feel so alive.

‘You’ve gone quiet on me,’ he kisses.

‘I’m okay…just keep on loving me…I’ll tell you when to stop.’

‘As if…’

Luke leant over her, bearing his weight on his arms while he kissed her. He trailed his mouth down and she shifted uncomfortably when his mouth found one breast. He licked a little circle around the areola, taking his time to enjoy the puckered texture of her skin with the flickering tip of his tongue. He loved the feel of the little ridges and licked eagerly, arousing a quickening of her breaths. Her nipples were hard little nubs and he tugged at them, using only his teeth and lips, until she drew his head away. He licked over them instead, in broad, flat strokes of his tongue that made her gasp in dismay at what he could do so inventively. He even kissed the warm skin underneath them, pushed her breasts up to do so before they sagged down once more.

She wound her fingers through his hair, holding his face against her when he finally relented and sucked them into his mouth. They moaned together, a perfect duet of passion and desire as he suckled on her, alternating between long, hard tugs and teasing little sips, taking the occasional nibble just to delight her.

He kept her other nipple involved by playing with it in his fingers, mimicking the work of his mouth, but he was all about paying homage to them both, so he soon switched and repeated the whole process. escort gaziantep bayan By the time he was done with her breasts — for the moment — her nipples were a deep rosy pink that made him want to start all over again.

‘Where did you learn all of that?’ she groaned on seeing how her nipples glistened from his saliva. ‘You sure are proud of what you’ve done to me…again.’

‘I’ve been with girls since I was fifteen,’ he grinned as if proud of his ways, ‘and I love to see and feel your reaction.’ He seemed to take a primitive pleasure from seeing her renewed state of arousal. He’s nineteen to her thirty-eight, but he has a depth and maturity beyond his years, and he’s not selfish. He’s learned that about making love to women too, or going with her has opened the door to new experiences. ‘I want to kiss you here, again, now…’

Tracey tenses for a moment as his fingers brush over her neatly trimmed bush, his touches moving over her mound before he bends his head to kiss her there, tasted the soft skin with his lips. Her gaps of surprise and movement of her hips off the bed to meet these claims no deterrent. He’s been there before and with her.

He rubbed her hip on the side furthest away from him and stroked his hand around and under her thigh. He moved his body in between her legs and hoisted her knees over his shoulders, slowly slipping his moist tongue tip along her thighs until resting in his favourite spot, pressing into her and slowing. He could breathe in her

excitement, and he reached for his prick, painfully hard and the tip brushing her slit in slow teasing slips.

‘Oh yes…yesss,’ she groaned, her breaths hitching in her throat as he entered, the condom slicked on by them both moments before, Tracey’s hips rising and failing as she took him into her. He knew that she would buck her hips and drag on him soon enough. Tracey moaned as she forced her pussy to take him to the base of his shaft and, in quick, corkscrew movements of her hips, the tip of his penis pressed deeper inside her.

‘Tracey! That’s unreal…that feels unreal!’ She was making him plumb and rub her in a certain way that made her gasp out loud; to screw her eyes tightly shut and to gyrate her hips furiously against him.

‘Just go on…do it for me…with me!’ she urged, her arms around his neck and clinging to him and seeking to do things her way.

They each struggled to seize control, their claims exciting them further and soon the intensity of their lovemaking spiralled out of their control, each driven on by their needs and what they wanted from the acts performed on each other.

Tracey hissed in her efforts, he growled, and her walls tightened around him as she plumbed her body with his engorged prick, the ferocious clamp of her hands on his buttocks setting the pace and angle of his drives into her.

‘Go on…go on!’ she panted, his movements fast and sure, Luke’s control defying what she believed he would want, the rush to satisfy his lust for her and another shuddering orgasm, shared or otherwise.

‘Do I…do I?’ he gasped, his breaths of effort searing her skin.

She knew the inevitable was near. She let go of his hair, her hands and feet grabbing and digging in as she looked for a way to meet his rampaging claims. All she could do was arch her back and cry out in relief as she grabbed onto the headboard and fucked him back. She clutched it tightly. Jake did wonderful things inside her. She had shut her eyes in pleasure; saw what they were doing play out behind her eyelids and felt her heart pounding in her chest, his belly muscles tightening as she felt that her orgasm would wreck her for its intensity.

”I’m…I’m…’

‘Me too! Me too! You’ll break me!’ she cried out, stifling her yelping cries of fulfilment against his throat, Luke’s chest, his questing lips before they settled on her trembling breasts. He tugged on them and let her breasts fall back.

They shuddered in their shared orgasm, the searing rushes she would be feeling all contained in that condom that she had stretched over his length. She wanted no accidents, and certainly not with Luke. She felt the tremors of fulfilment course through her body, from her toes, her belly, where he was kept, and into her chest then throat.

‘You wonder…that was wild.’

She heard his words of dismay and looked up and into his face, stroked Luke’s clammy skin and pushed a hand between their bodies and touched herself. She had felt herself falling; the thoughts of what she had sought of him, and the sensations he had aroused, so overwhelming that she felt it had risked ruining her errant pleasure.

She had wanted to be taken out of ordered ways. She had succeeded but at what cost?

‘Are you okay…that was wild, Tracey.’

‘You’ve told me already…’

She closed her eyes as he withdrew from her. Moments of distraction had been shared and she was breathing as if she had been pulled from the water and saved from drowning. There was no future in this, with him, and she’d have to put an end to it before he became hooked on her, and she dependent upon him.

‘Say something,’ she heard him ask, his voice sounding distant as she felt herself drifting into sleep and that a shattering orgasm, one of many through their times together, had brought on her.

Tracey threaded her fingers with his and held his hand to her belly.

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