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Jack and Jill were made for each other, Jack loved to play with Jill, and he couldn’t keep his hands off her. If he wasn’t feeling up her firm tits, he was fingering her bare pussy and she loved making his manhood grow and erupt. She was very proud that she still had her figure from high school even if it had been many years ago. Long blonde hair, blue eyes and not overly large tits but very firm, firm enough she could still get by without wearing a bra.

Some nights they would roll play and he loved how good she was at it. She got so excited doing it that sometimes that it was hard for him not to believe the story she was telling.

One night they decided to stay in and see if they could find a movie to watch. There wasn’t anything good on so they just sat back and watched an old rerun. Halfway thru she said “this movie is boring! I’m going to go and take a bath. See you in a while.” Giving him a kiss she left to go to the bedroom.

He sat and watched the movie but after a while he heard a noise from the bedroom. Getting up off the couch he made his way down the long hallway. There was a dim light showing through their bedroom door that was open just a crack. He crept forward trying not to make a noise. As he got to the door he was able to see what was making the noise.

Their bed was a platform bed with padded sides. She was on her side of the bed facing away from the door. In the dim light he could see that she was naked from her recent bath. He could see her perfectly round ass checks bouncing on the side of the bed. Buried between her wet thighs he could see that she was riding one of her large dildos. As she rose up he could see the dildo was soaking wet with her joy.

Just when he thought she was going to pop the head all the way out she would slam down as hard as she could burying it deep inside of her. She was so wet and wide open that he could see the molded balls spread her pussy lips and disappear. When she had it buried like that she just bore down on it and rocked back and forth forcing the balls deeper into her pussy making her orgasm over and over again. She was softly moaning with each thrust trying to keep quiet.

He backed out of the hall not wanting to disturb her, wondering if she would have a good story for him. He couldn’t keep his mind on the TV so he opened some magazines and thumb thru the pages. Time seemed too crawled by or was he just getting too impatient because it seemed like hours and he hadn’t heard anything from her.

There was a hall with a knee wall dividing the family room from the formal living room. The front door was at the end of that hall. That’s when he heard high heels walking down the hall to the front door. She opened and then closed the door. Turned and stepped into the family room, stopping to reach down and started to take off her heels.

He could see that she had on a see thru blouse that she wore sometimes with a bra under and blazer over. But she didn’t have any of that on this time. She had on a tight short skirt with a zipper on one side that was unzipped half way, showing some pleavage. She had long thin legs and her stiletto high heels accented them. As she bent over to unfasten the strap on her heels he could see that she didn’t have her panties on.

That’s when he coughed. She jumped and in a surprised voice said “oh shit, I though you went to bed! You don’t usually wait up when I go https://sokkan.org out with the girls.”

He got it now she was playing. “Well tonight I thought I would.” As she danced around nervously he got up and walked over to her looking her up and down. He thought in his head, damn she’s hot. But he acted mad “where’s your bra, I know you had it on when you left?” Reaching out he pinched her nipple, “you just let anybody see these?” He noticed that she had a lot of makeup on and it was smeared and messed up.

She acted nervous and jumped back as she said “well you see Gloria and I were kind of playing around and you see she flashed this group of guys and said I was chicken if I didn’t so you know I kind of flashed them.”

“You kind of flashed them or you flashed them, what has that got to do with where your bra is?” He reached down and flipped the edge of her skirt “and where are your panties, don’t tell me you flashed a bunch of guys and didn’t have your pussy covered?”

She grabbed his arm and pulled him to the couch and said “come sit down and I’ll tell you the whole story.”

When he was sitting she started to pace back and forth in front of him. The only thing he could do is watch her beautiful breast bounce with every step. He knew she was doing that to distract him. When she turned he notice something was running down the inside of her thighs.

“You see we were going to the club and passed this group of guys, they said that they were having a bachelor party next to the club. They asked if we were the strippers they had called for their party. Kind of cool right, they thought that a couple of old broads were their stripers. Made us feel great, excited, and when they gave us all of that money and then they asked if we were prostitutes. I said no way but you know Gloria she’ll do anything for a buck.”

“And I couldn’t believe it but Gloria said why not and started to undress for them, she couldn’t dance but they loved her. She kept telling me I was chicken if I didn’t at least flash them. So you know what I did!” With that she unbuttoned her blouse and threw it on to the couch exposing her beautiful full breast the rest of the way.

“I didn’t see any harm” she said as she shook her tits just like a striper would. Than she cupped and caressed her tits ending with pinching both nipples making them grow to nice hard erasers, looking him in the eye and saying “don’t you think their pretty?” At this point she had them right in his face daring him to do something with them. But she wouldn’t let him and jerked back.

“So let me get this straight those guys paid you and Gloria to strip for them and you didn’t think it would go wrong when they paid you thinking the two of you were hookers?”

In a trance she said “Someone I don’t know who brought out some drinks, and the music was pounding, so Gloria and I drank and danced. It was pulsating, making my hips move” her hips moved to imaginary music. “It was so intoxicating, the drinks the music the guys dancing close, rubbing against me. Their hands roaming all over me, rubbing their hard cocks against my ass. Gloria was on the other side and she had already striped naked. So as I danced I thought what the hell I’ve got my panties on, thong panties but they covered most of my pussy. So my skirt came off and I dance seductively with them.”

She stopped dancing and got a serious bursa eskort look on her face. “My dancing must have been really good because before I knew it I was being felt up by the guys that had been dancing with me. I let them because I was so hot. I was so hot that when someone pushed my thong to the side and slipped his fingers into my pussy I just opened up and let him. I guess that is where I went wrong.”

She lowered her head and covered her breast with her arms. “I’m so ashamed of what happened next, because I could have stopped it but I was so hot that I couldn’t and Gloria was already doing it.”

“Wait what was Gloria doing?”

Her hips started to sway again and her arms dropped and swayed with her as she said “my pussy was being played with while another guy grabbed me from behind, cupping my tits. He started to kiss me deeply, his tongue probing my mouth. Then he and the guy that was playing with my pussy laid me back on a table without even missing a beat.

That’s when things got hotter the guy that was fingering me got down, pulled my panties off and started to lick my pussy. His tongue was long and he knew how to make a girl cum, oh and did I cum. His face was covered in my pussy juice. You know that guy that was kissing me, well before I knew it he replace his tongue with his dick.”

She continued “I just sucked on it because I thought that’s what I should do you know. While I was busy sucking his cock and my pussy was pulsating with the pussy licker. Remember the guy I was sucking well he started fucking my throat. He made me gag but he didn’t last very long, before I knew it he was filling my mouth with his cum. While that was going on the guy that was licking my pussy lifted my legs and slipped his dick into my wet pussy. He was fucking me right in front of his buddies.”

“I’m sorry but I was enjoying it to much to stop and then, there was this one guy. His dick was so big it hurt at first, but he took it slow and I took it all. You would have been proud watching me take that huge thing. After him all of the other were small and didn’t hurt, their cum kind of put out the fire and oh my there was so much cum.” she said as she unzipped her skirt and let it fall opening her legs pushing her pussy out for his inspection.

“I was gang banged and I couldn’t stop cuming. See!” Holding her shaved pussy for him to see that it was used, she kept it shaved but her lips were red and very swollen and she was dripping with something, it was leaking and running down her legs. He knew it wasn’t cum but it sure looked like it. She stood there with her used pussy open naked and she even let a fake tear run down her cheek. “I lost count of how many cocks came in my pussy.”

He didn’t know what she wanted him to do but he kept playing along “so you’re telling me your pussy is used and full of cum! How many cocks did you fuck? So I guess now you want me to fuck you too.”

Her face lit up with joy and she jumped into his arms kissing him passionately. He could have sworn that he tasted salt in her kiss. She ripped his shirt off and pressed her tits into him as hard as she could.

Pulling her mouth away she whispered in his ear “if you forgive me I have a special treat for you.”

“You are forgiven my love you are always forgiven.”

With that she pushed him back to the couch and pulled his pants off. Exposing orhangazi escort his dick that she instantly took hungrily in her mouth, swallowing it with ease taking it deeper and deeper until she was gagging but that didn’t stop her. She only stopped when he stopped her and said “if you don’t stop I won’t last long either.”

With a grin on her face she pulled her head back and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and said “you taste so much better than any of them.” Before she could climb on his hard shaft he put his hand out and put his middle finger in her sloppy pussy. “So how was Mr. Monster cock, are you ready to run to him and let him spread you again?” As he wiggled his finger in her he asked “is this my treat?”

“He was aright, the only thing he had going for him was size. He didn’t know how to move. You know not a bad one night stand but not boyfriend material. Besides he almost felt like dead meat, you know kind of fake” she said with a wicked grin on her face.

With that she climbed onto his lap and reached down to guild his cock into her. As she did she said to him “I just want you to feel how used I am than I’ll give you your treat.” She lowered herself slowly, opening herself as she did.

“Oh my God it must have been horrible because you are so swollen. Your pussy is wet and slippery but damn is it tight” he said as he was enjoying how she was fucking him. He felt her used pussy sliding up and down his hard cock wondering if he was big enough.

After a half dozen strokes she lifted herself off his rock hard cock and said “now your treat big boy.” She got him up off the couch and kissed him deeply feeling his hard wet cock up against her toned stomach. She grabbed his cock and pulled him with her, turning she bent over the arm of the couch. Her full rounded ass was sticking up in the air and her hand was still holding his manhood.

“I want you to pop my last cherry, I saved it for you. Be gentle I’ve never taken a man in that hole.” She then put the head of his dick against her tight little asshole. His cock was slick from the wetness of her sloppy pussy so it didn’t take much too slid in. He was sure that there was more lube in her tight hole than what was on his dick, so he pushed slowly. Her asshole slowly opened and he was slipping in feeling her squeeze him as he inched in.

She didn’t want him to know but when she was in high school to keep all of the boys that chased her happy and she didn’t want to get pregnant she would let them play with her tits and then turn around and let them finish in her ass.

She pushed back and took his cock deeper into her ass “god it feels so good, don’t stop. Pump me up. Don’t stop keep going deeper deeper!” She screamed as she felt the old feeling she had done so many times before.

Her ass was so tight, but it felt so damn good so he pushed and pushed. He fucked her ass and fucked it hard in and out, pulling his cock out far enough that he had to open her up each time. Than the tidal wave of orgasm built.

“Fill my ass with your cum. Don’t you dare pull out. Push it deeper. Empty it deep inside of my ass.” She screamed as he pushed his dick deeper and deeper up her ass, ending with wave after wave of cum filling her insides.

Later as they lay in bed, she was on top of him letting his semi hard cock nestle in between her plump swollen pussy lips.

“You really out did yourself, I almost believed you. And damn did it feel like you were gang banged.”

“Oh honey, I’ll never tell all of my secrets” she said as she rocked her swollen pussy on his cock hoping to make it hard enough to ride again “so I’ll leave that for you to figure out.”

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I walk through the door and smile to see my pet sitting on his knees next to the front door. I take a quick glance around the house and smile wider, seeing he’s done everything I’ve asked for him to do today.

“Well well well, I see that you’ve been a good boy today,” I grab my pet’s chin so he looks up at me and I can see his huge smile.

“Yes, Mistress. I have,” he smiles somehow wider and I let go of his chin. He stares up at me with adoring eyes and I grab the o-ring on his collar, pulling him to stand on his knees instead of sitting back on his heels. I grab a leash we keep in a drawer next to the front door and I attach it to the o-ring. I look him up and down, loving that I made “no clothes around the house” a rule.

“Would you like a reward for being so good?”

“Mmm, I would love that, Mistress.”

“Good boy. Let’s make our way up the stairs to our room then.”

I lead him up the carpeted stairs, making sure not to speed since he’s crawling behind me instead of walking. I made sure to take off my panties from under my dress before I got through the door so he could see everything I have as we climbed the stairs.

“You look so tasty, Mistress,” he says quietly.

“Soon you’ll be able to confirm that, pet,” I smile to myself and finish walking up the stairs. We get to the bedroom door and I turn around with pride and excitement.

“I knew you’d like what I set out for you,” he smiles and looks past me to the bed where he’s laid out some toys for us to use today. I normally let him choose the toys we use during our play time since I want it to be enjoyable for him too. And most of the time, he does not disappoint.

“Let’s see what you’ve laid out,” I smile wider and lead him to the bed, “A strap-on… the biggest one we have, too! Some lube, good thinking. A skirt and stockings, I’m guessing for you to wear, is escort bayan that correct?”

“Yes, Mommy. I want to dress pretty for you,” I groan when he calls me that amazing name he saves for wanting to get me riled up. He knows I love when he calls me Mommy.

“Good pet. We also have some rope, would you like to get tied up tonight?”

“Yes, please,” he says, almost embarrassed.

“I didn’t hear what you said, can you speak up?” I tease him.

“I said, yes, please.”

“Good boy. Now, put on your outfit for me while I get everything else set up.”

He does as I say, knowing that getting dressed means he can stand up. It’s hard to put on a skirt while on your knees. I tie the ropes around our bedpost and make sure to leave enough so I can tie his hand to each one with enough room to be able to flip him over without hurting him. I put on the strap-on after stripping naked, I know he loves to watch my tits bounce while I fuck his ass.

“Done,” he says once I finish lubing up the strap-on. He’s on his knees with his head tucked to look at the floor. I grab his leash and pull him up to his feet.

“Lay on the bed with your hands up,” I command. He walks quickly to the bed and does as I say. I grab some rope and tie his ankles to his thighs and then reach up to tie his hands up to the bedposts. He looks up at me, completely helpless with his cock straining against the cage I’ve put on him. The key dangles from my neck and I smile, toying with it.

“Should I get you to cum through the cage, or should I take it off, pet? You’ve been a very good boy, so I’m leaving it up to you. I want to hear what you want,” I smile.

“I would like it if you took it off, please,” his eyes sparkle in the dim light and I lean down to kiss his soft lips.

“As you wish,” I pull the chain from around my neck and unlock the cage nilüfer escort he’s in, carefully pulling his cock out and watching it get unbelievably hard in a matter of seconds.

He sees me staring and smiles, “You like when I get hard for you, Mommy?”

I groan again and look into his eyes, “I love it, pet. Now, lift your legs for me.”

I reach to grab some more lube and spread it on his ass before leaning close to him, guiding my strap-on into his waiting hole. He moans loudly as the tip passes through his tight opening and continues to moan and groan as I slowly shove the whole length into his ass.

Once the whole seven inches are inside him, I pause for a moment for him to adjust. I love watching his face turn from slight discomfort to absolute bliss.

I plan to make him cum while fucking his ass, something that has only happened once before. Normally he likes to fuck me after I fuck him and cum inside me, but tonight I want to see his cock shoot out his load while my strap-on disappears into his ass.

Once the discomfort in his face dissipates, I start to fuck him slowly. This is always the hard part for him, getting his ass to loosen up enough for his p-spot to feel pleasure. I reach down and stroke his cock while I fuck his ass, quickening my pace ever so slightly and hit his prostate as well as I can. His moans echo through the room and I can tell it isn’t going to take much before he cums hard for me.

I spit on my hand and reach back down to stroke his cock faster. He whines and groans and bucks his hips into my own, fucking himself while I stroke him.

“Oh, yes, Mommy. That feels so good,” he moans through his teeth.

“Are you going to be a good boy for Mommy and cum while I fuck your ass?” I whisper between his moans. He cries out in pleasure and smiles.

“Yes, Mommy. altıparmak escort I’ll be so good for you. Can I cum please?” He gasps, barely able to hold back his load.

“Almost, pet, almost,” I wait a few seconds before I know he’s going to finish without permission, “Now you can cum,” and I continue with my rhythm of fucking and stroking as he climaxes, almost screaming through the intense pleasure. I use my other hand to cover his mouth, not wanting our neighbors to call the police for suspecting someone is getting murdered.

I watch as rope after rope of cum shoot from his cock and he arches his back.

He slowly comes down from his orgasm and I stop my fucking and stroking. I scoop some of his cum onto my fingers and he opens his mouth obediently. I put my fingers in his mouth and he closes his lips around them, licking every inch of my fingers. I lean down and kiss him when he lets go, tasting his saltiness through his tongue.

“Good boy,” I smile.

“Thank you,” he replies, “Can you untie me so I can pleasure you now?” he asks politely.

“I think I’m going to ride your face instead,” I say, removing the strap-on and climbing up to position myself above his eager tongue. He loves to eat my pussy. On days where I don’t allow his cage to come off, I have him please me until he cums (which is quite easy).

I lower my body down and he quickly gets to licking my wet pussy. He moans with me while I ride his face, rubbing up and down while his tongue assaults my clit. It doesn’t take long for me to get close after fucking him. It’s one of my favorite things to do. I climb closer and closer until I feel my whole body get racked with an intense orgasm, almost making me faint. He continues to lick until he feels me stop shuddering, then kisses my pussy softly before I have the strength to get up again.

“Fuck, pet, that was amazing.”

“Thank you for riding my face,” he smiles and looks at me expectantly. He loves being spooned after I fuck him, so I untie his legs and hands before spooning him lovingly.

“Goodnight,” I say quietly as he drifts off. I close my eyes and drift off to sleep as well.

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It has been a long hard night at work. I come home from work and you offer me a candlelit warm bubble bath. After you draw my bath you offer me a cup of hot tea, and tell me you have a surprise for me when my bath is done. A little while later you knock on the door and ask me if I am ready for my surprise. I come out in my robe and my hair wrapped in a towel.

You tell me to take off my robe and lay face down on the bed. I look at you with questioning eyes and let my robe slowly slide to the floor. You tell me I am in for a full body massage to help me relax. You tell me the only rule is I can not touch you at all. I lay down on the nice cool waterbed and you slowly put baby oil on my legs and start by massaging my feet and working your way up my legs. Then you put some more oil on my back and slowly massage it in.

You then whisper in my ear if I am relaxed and I say in some ways yes in others no. You then tell me to roll over. I slowly roll over on to my back. You slowly but the baby oil on my legs and start massaging my feet slowly working your way up. You then take and pour some baby oil into my bellybutton. You rub the oil all over my stomach but not touching my breast. bursa escort I look up at you and tell you have missed a few places. You tell me I am getting there and slowly start licking my breast. You then start pinching my other nipple between your fingers just hard enough to make me moan. Then you start sucking on my nipple making grow harder.

I arch my back in response. You switch nipples sucking on the other one and pinching the one you were just sucking on. I say you are making me hot and wet. Your lower your hand slowly to my clit and say here. I say oh yes. As you are rubbing my clit you start licking my pussy. You then start slowly rubbing my inner lips with you finger I beg you please. You start slowly finger fucking me and ask me if I want more. I beg you for more. You then start fucking me with two fingers. I say more please. The next thing I know I feel my pussy stretching around your fingers.

You look up at me and say are you ready to cum. I beg you please. You start sucking on my clit and finger fucking me hard and fast through my first orgasm. After I have returned to earth you tell me to roll over. I get on my hands and knees, but you bursa escort bayan tell me no to lay flat. I give you a questioning passionate look. You start rubbing the crack of my ass and say look you are already wet. You pick up the baby oil and pour some in the crack of my ass. I moan in response.

You start rubbing my asshole with your finger. I left my ass in response and you tell me to lay flat again. You slowly slide your finger into my ass. You stop and let my asshole adjust to your finger. You start slowly finger fucking my ass making me moan in response. You ask me if I like it and I say oh yes do it to me. You say not yet are you ready to cum again? I said oh yes make me cum please. You start slowly fucking my ass then take your other hand and slide three fingers into me soaking wet pussy. You start finger fucking both my asshole and pussy bringing my racing to orgasm again. Right after I start to cum you pull our your fingers push my legs together straddle them and start rubbing you nice hard cock up and down the crack of my ass. I say oh yes fuck me hard baby.

You say soon baby soon. You poor some more baby oil in the görükle escort crack of my ass and rub your cock back and forth. You ask me if I am ready and I say please fuck my ass. You lift my ass up and put me on my knees. I feel your hard cock pressing into my asshole. The head of your cock finally slides into my tight asshole and you stop so we can both adjust to the feeling. You start slowly sliding your cock into my ass stopping after every inch or so. After about the fourth inch I can not take it anymore and shove my ass back swallowing you hard cock with my ass.

You ask me if I like your hard cock shoved up my ass. I say yes now please fuck me. You say soon baby soon. You start slowly fucking my asshole with your hard cock. I feel you reach down with your hand and start slowly rubbing my clit. I moan oh yes that feels so good. You stop and pull your hard cock out and I moan in protest. You say you want my hard cock back up your ass and I beg you please.

You tell me then to start rubbing my clit. I reach between my legs and start rubbing my clit begging you to please fuck my ass. You slowly slide your cock back up my ass. You start fucking my ass a little bit faster as I rub my clit a little bit more. You ask me if I am ready to have my ass filled and I say please fill me full of your cum. You fuck me hard and fast and we cum together. As we lay together coming back down to earth I roll over and tell you it is your turn for the massage next time.

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I arrive home from work a couple of hours before the kids get out of school, having gone in to work at 5 am. I call out to you to let you know I’m home. I hear your voice from upstairs telling me I have mail on the dining room table. I go into the dining room and start looking through the mail. Mostly bills and a few mail order catalogs, but also a package. I look at the box and notice it is addressed to you and from one of the online companies that we like to buy our sex toys from. I see that it’s already been opened. Then I hear you behind me.

I turn to see you standing completely naked except for a harness and a strap on dildo. I now understand our encounter in the shower this morning. You joined me in the shower, moving in behind me and rubbing yourself against my back and ass. Then you bent me over and pressed a well-lubed butt plug against my anus. I readied myself and you pushed it all the way inside me as I gasped from the intrusion. After I recovered, I straightened back up as you rubbed my cock and chest. You leaned in and whispered in my ear telling me to leave the plug in all day and we would have some fun when I got home.

I thought you were talking about having some fun with our vibrators but now I know what you had in mind. You must have tracked the package and knew it was arriving today. You showed me a remote control that you had in your hand and smiled. You pressed a button and the rubbery dildo started to vibrate wildly. You closed your eyes and moaned. I realized that the base of the dildo was pressed against your clit and that you could feel the throbbing vibrations.

You walk over to me, kiss me and then turn me around facing the table. You unbuckle my belt and unbutton and unzip my jeans. You bend me over and then pull my jeans down over my ass. You nudge my legs apart and I brace myself against the table. You press against the butt plug and congratulate me for keeping it in all day. I’m about to make a sarcastic comment about how it was hard to sit down all day but I’m stopped by a sudden slap to my ass.

You spank my ass hard until every inch of it is red. You move in front of me and open the box that your new toy came in. You pull out a new bottle of anal lube. You smile at me as you squeeze a large amount of lube escort bursa into your hand and rub it all over your new dildo. You ask me if I’m ready and I nod.

You move behind me and slowly pull the plug from my ass. Before my anus can close up you push the dildo all the way into me. I grunt as my body is pushed into the table. You wait for a few moments for my body to get used the dildo and then you push the button on the remote. It feels wonderful as the vibrations fill me, and from your moans I can tell you feel the same. You grab my hips and slowly start to pull out of me, until all that’s still in me is the head throbbing against the sensitive muscles around my opening. Then you push all the way back into me. You start to slowly fuck me, enjoying watching the dildo slide in and out of my ass. Each time you push into me the base of the dildo presses hard against your clit and you can feel your orgasm start to build.

You grab my wrists and pull them behind my back like I do to you when I take you from behind. You start thrusting into me hard, feeling that familiar tingle in your groin. You grunt with each thrust feeling the strong throb of the dildo against your clit. You grab my shoulder and with one final thrust your orgasm overtakes you. You push your clit against the dildo’s base until your orgasm ends. Then you turn off the vibrator and slowly pull out of me. I grunt as the dildo slips out of me.

You help me up and turn me around to kiss me. You ask me if you hurt me at all and I tell you that it hurt a little but that it felt good. You tell me how good it felt to be in control and that you understood why I liked taking you from behind so much. We kiss for a little while longer and then you drop to your knees in front of me. You take me into your mouth and suck on my cock until it is rock hard. You reach up and grab the lube. You rub lube all over my cock and then stand up and bend over the table saying, “Your turn.”

I see you have your plug in also. I gently pull the plug out of you and replace it with my hard cock. I push myself all the way into you and stay there until I feel your hips buck a little, letting me know you are ready. I start to slowly fuck your tight asshole but I can’t contain myself. I start losing bursa escort control and fucking you fast and hard. You give me encouragement by begging me to fuck you. You can tell I’m close and you tell me to cum in your ass. Hearing you pushes me over the edge and I explode into your ass. I shoot cum into you over and over again, feeling like it’s never going to stop. I cum so much I start feeling light-headed and I have to grab the table to balance myself.

My cock slowly softens inside you and before I can even pull out my cum starts to drip out of you. I pull my cock out and lay down on the floor trying to catch my breath. You lay down next to me kissing my chest. You smile at me and tell me you thought I was never going to stop cumming in you. I laugh and comment that I must have been a little excited. You kiss me and say that we’ll have to try that more often. I ask, how about tonight?

After the kids have all gone to bed we go upstairs to our bedroom. We watch each other undress and then I lay down on the bed. You kneel between my legs and start tracing your fingernail over my cock. I lift and spread my legs as you realize what I have in mind.

You push hard against my butt plug and ask, “What do you want me to do, baby?”

“I want you to fuck me,” I say quietly.

“I don’t understand, you’re going to have to be a little more specific,” you say while you slowly slide the plug in and out of my ass.

“I want you to fuck my ass with your dildo,” I say embarrassed.

You grab the dildo and say, “This is not a dildo, this is my cock, try again.”

I pause for a few moments as you continue to fuck me with the butt plug. It feels so good but I need more so I blurt out, “Yes baby, please fuck my tight asshole with your hard cock.”

You smirk and say, “See, now was that so hard.”

Then you pull the plug out and slide the dildo in. You click the remote and I feel the heavy throb filling my ass. You stay there unmoving enjoying the feeling of the base of the dildo pressed against your clit. I beg, “Please baby, fuck me.”

You smile and start to slowly start thrusting. You lean in to get a better position and I rest my legs on your shoulders. After a few moments I get used bursa merkez escort bayan to you being inside me and I slide my legs down and wrap them around your waist. You lay on top of me, your breasts pressed against my chest and my cock pressed into your stomach.

I start begging you over and over again to fuck me, spurring you on. You push yourself up a little and stare into my eyes. I reach up to cup your breasts and play with your nipples. You moan loudly and with a few more thrusts you push deeply into me grinding your clit against the dildo. You bite into my shoulder to muffle your screams as your body shakes uncontrollably.

I hold you until you recover and then you turn off the vibrator and slide out of me. You unfasten the harness and then move up to straddle my face. Your dripping pussy just inches from my mouth you slowly lower yourself and command me to lick you clean. I passionately dive in licking, sucking and kissing every inch from your clit to your anus.

You ride my face while you lick and suck your nipples. Within just a few minutes you explode showering my face with your juices. I lick and suck you until you collapse laying down on the bed next to me.

I gently kiss your legs and your hips while you recover. You rest your head on my thigh for a few minutes and then start kissing my cock and balls. You take me in your mouth and start sucking me until I’m hard. Then you straddle my cock and take me inside your warm wet pussy.

You slowly ride me, taking your time and enjoying yourself. I feel my orgasm start to build and I start to push into you with each thrust. You pull up quickly and my cock falls out of you. You lean over and whisper in my ear, “Not yet, lover.”

You kiss me for a few moments and then you reach down and push my cock back into your pussy. You start to ride me again but as soon as I start pushing up into you, you pull off of me again. After I settle down, you do it again, riding me until I’m ready to cum and then stopping me before I can get relief.

I can’t take anymore and I roll you over on to your back. I mount you and quickly push my cock inside you. I grab your wrists and hold them up over your head. I wildly start fucking you as you start crying out, “Yes baby, fuck me hard, cum inside me lover.”

After just a few more strokes I explode filling you with my cum as I collapse on top of you. You hold me tight as I continue to push into you until I’m exhausted. I roll off of you and we kiss gently. We hold each other close until we both fall fast asleep.

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I was on a plane bound for Germany for the first time since Julia and I split up just less than three years ago. In that time we had not seen each other again though we had been in contact via email. As we slowly drifted over the clouds I flicked through some old photos that I’d transferred back to my camera. My head filled with past memories and what we would talk about: the principle topic being the possibility of us getting back together. After we had broken-up on that bitterly cold New Year’s Eve morning we parted on excellent terms. Nevertheless, it was a highly emotional time for us both. At first it was all tears and devastation. In order to overcome this we soon developed a particularly black sense of humour to make light of the situation. I had teased her that it was inevitable that we would have ‘break-up sex’ that night but she had convincingly dismissed any such notion. I had known that it was renowned for being especially intense and highly-charged and so had considered it to be something that, given the circumstances, I wanted to experience and would allow me to temporarily forget my misery.

That evening we struggled to eat at all. The turmoil had killed our appetites and my throat was simply too dry and choked with emotion to accept much food. I had just pushed my plate to one side when I caught sight of a fierce intensity in Julia’s eyes. We leapt at one another, feeding ferociously on each other’s lips and necks. Until that moment we had typically favoured prolonged passion that teased, delighted and gradually built up to a massive mutual crescendo. However on that night neither of us had any interest in developed foreplay: we simply needed an outlet for our anger, grief and inner turbulence. We tore the clothes of each other in a manner possessed, as our kisses became increasingly aggressive. Julia flung herself onto the kitchen table regardless of the unwashed plates and crockery nearby. She lay back, spread her legs wide and beckoned me forth. I plunged deep into her sopping wet pussy with my throbbing erection and began a sustained attack on her pleasure spot with my thumb, slick with her lubricant that spilled onto her thighs. Every thrust I made forced the table to bang against the wall, causing the pots and plates to leap about and add to the tremendous noise. Through all the sounds her moans of joy swept over me, inducing me to increase the speed even further, until we reached a breathless wild frenzy. Moments later our giant emotional eruption came powerfully and simultaneously.

The next day we could not keep our hands off each other. I had never wanted to break-up but living in distant, different countries had proved insurmountable. Thus, we had separated without there being a fundamental problem in the relationship itself. We even discussed the possibility of getting back together in the future after she graduated. It was with all these thoughts in mind that I was travelling to Germany to see her for the first time again, after so long. I had decided that I must guard against appearing too keen as I didn’t want her to think that she could just have me at the drop of a hat, though in my heart I knew she probably could.

After having made my way through security I passed through the final door out into the main entrance area of the airport. I scanned the surrounding faces in search of hers but all I could see were loads of guys holding up pieces of paper with various unknown names. I went beyond this horde and it was then that I saw her. For a few seconds she didn’t see me, which permitted me the luxury of taking in her beautiful long locks and slender body. She turned towards me and her face lit up as our eyes met. Her features seemed even more striking than I remembered; her pale blue eyes sparkled, her cute little nose lightly twitched and her deliciously pink lips parted into a wide smile. When we embraced I couldn’t help but contemplate what might lie ahead.

We arrived at Julia’s flat, the very same one in which we had broken up three years earlier. All that had changed since then was that Julia had moved into one of the larger bedrooms and that her former flatmates had been replaced with a girl called Suzannah and a guy who had gone home for the weekend. We had just come in through the door when a colourfully dressed girl burst out of the door at the end of the hall.

“Hi, you must be Daniel,” she said, smiling.

“And I guess you must be Suzannah. Nice to meet you.”

“Likewise. Please, call me Suzy. By the way, I like your camera; what model is it?”

“It’s a 40D. I got it last year. Are you into photography too?”

“I dabble a bit when I have the time. I must confess I’ve been looking forward to meeting you for a while now.”

“Oh really, why’s that?”

“Well, judging by the way Julia has talked about you it sounds like you are one of the world’s most popular ex-boyfriends.”

“That’s nice to hear,” I grinned.

“I would struggle to find even a few kind words to describe my last boyfriend but Julia here simply never has a bad word kuşadası escort to say about you.”

My heart was warming on hearing this, though if either of them knew how much trouble I was having trying to avert my gaze from Suzy’s ample chest then maybe they would have changed their minds. I looked to Julia who was understandably a little embarrassed and blushing at Suzy’s revelations.

“Well, yes. Thanks for that Suzy. Why don’t you make yourself useful and go and put the kettle on,” said Julia, regaining her composure.

“You mean before I tell him any more?”

“Something like that. Anyway I know he could do with a cup of tea.”

“You know me too well. I just need to unpack a few things first though, if that’s OK?”

“Yeah, sure. This is my room now,” she said, gesturing to the spacious room on her right.

I swiftly took my bags inside, took out what I needed, and headed into the kitchen. When I got there the two girls were already sitting down at the table, with three mugs of tea on it. The sight of the table caused my mind to return to that scene in my head of us frantically ‘consummating’ our break-up. On seeing me standing motionless in the doorway the girls broke off their conversation.

“Are you OK?” asked Suzy.

“Yes, I’m fine.”

“You seemed to be in a world of your own for a moment there.”

“I was just…umm…yeah, thinking about something,” I spluttered, fearing that Julia would immediately guess what had occupied my mind.

On the flight I had repeatedly reminded myself to avoid indulging in too much nostalgia around Julia for fear of appearing to have not moved on at all in life — something that I thought she would find unattractive.

“So, what are your plans for the evening?” asked Suzy.

“I don’t know. We’ll probably go out for some dinner and maybe watch a film or something,” said Julia. “How about you?”

“Well, I have something already planned so I won’t be able to join you unfortunately. Though I’m sure you have a lot to catch up on so I wouldn’t want to intrude on your romantic evening.”

Both Julia and I were a little stung by this overt insinuation as the potential rekindling of our romance was something unspoken, which neither of us wished to prematurely bring into the open. Thankfully, Julia appeared to share my feeling that if either of us were to protest it would only serve to strengthen Suzy’s assumptions.

“What are you up to then?” I probed, eager to deflect the attention away from our evening.

“I’m just going out for a few drinks with friends from my course. I’ll try not to disturb you too much when I come in.”

“That’s alright. We’ll probably be awake anyway,” said Julia.

“Doing what, I wonder?”

“Watching the film. Weren’t you listening earlier?” I said in jest, relishing this battle of wits.

“Yes, I was listening. I just thought that the film will have finished by the time I come home and that you may be doing something else,” she said with a knowing smile.

“Like sleeping,” I suggested.

“But Julia just said you’d probably be still awake. Perhaps she has something else planned for you tonight?”

“Or perhaps we’ll still be watching the film,” I countered.

“Yeah, that is possible. If that is the case perhaps I’ll pop in to watch the end of the ‘film’, if that’s OK?” she said sarcastically.

“Yes, you’d be more than welcome,” smiled Julia, shaking her head slightly at Suzy’s continued onslaught. “Do you fancy going for a walk to escape this inquisition?” she asked, turning to me.

“Yeah, that sounds good.”

“Aww, have I scared you away so soon after arriving? How nasty of me!” said Suzy.

“Don’t worry, you haven’t scared me away. Anyway, you know what they say about people, who enjoy nosing about in the private lives of others, don’t you?”

“No. Tell me, what do they say?”

“It’s a sign that the person isn’t getting enough themselves.”

“Enough what?” she said, feigning innocence and trying to coax the word out of me.

“C’mon, you’re a clever girl. Use your imagination.”

She laughed a little and smiled at my response. She saw that she was not the only one who was able to tease verbally. Julia and I got up to go and prepare ourselves for our walk. As we did so Suzy appropriately found the opportunity to have the final word.

“Enjoy your walk and dinner. Perhaps I will see the two of you later, whether the film has finished or not.”

We had a pleasant walk and dinner, both of which involved some reminiscing as well as sharing several stories from our lives during the past few years. When we returned home it was already dark and getting rather cold. Over dinner we had enjoyed several glasses of wine and were already feeling light-headed so I was slightly surprised when Julia opted to break open another bottle when we arrived home. As we headed to her room I wondered whether her taste in films had changed at all. The last time we had watched together had been on New Year’s Day, the day after we had split-up, when we had watched a film about two very passionate and promiscuous famous Latin American artists. As the film had gone on showing the tribulations of the artists regularly interspersed with scenes of wild lovemaking I became increasingly certain of what would follow the film: our own interpretation of their prolonged, emotionally-charged romps. Sure enough, my expectations had not only been fulfilled but surpassed: the sex that day was tear-inducingly blissful and without doubt the most erotic of my life.

Not long after sitting down it became clear that both of us had more interest in talking further rather than watching a film. Julia asked after the well-being of two of my friends, whom she had met twice during our time together.

“They are both fine; though I haven’t spoken to either of them in a while.”

“Do you remember that time we stayed at their place in London?”

“Yeah. We stayed in their spare room with that really uncomfortable mattress.”

“That’s right. I will never forget those springs digging into my back. Do you remember that card game we played where the loser got spanked with a tea-towel? I kept losing and having to take punishment hits from you all. Everyone took pity on me and went gently except for you, who simply couldn’t help but show off your skills with a tea-towel in hand.”

“Haha, yes, I do remember that. You know what I’m like when I’m faced with a test of skill: it’s impossible for me not to try and perform to the best of my ability.”

“Yeah, but it was whipping with a tea-towel! How can you take that seriously?” she laughed.

“I just enjoy the action so much that I can’t resist the temptation. It’s so satisfying to hear that sharp snap and to know that your technique was perfect.”

“You’re weird,” she said in jest. “Anyway, tonight I want to play a different card game with you.”

“Oh aye. What’s that then?”

“I’ve always wanted to play it but never had the chance until now.”

“C’mon, tell me what is it?”

“OK. I want you to play strip poker with me.”

I gasped a little out of surprise. “Are you serious?”

“Yes, totally.”

“Alright, but what rules do we use?” I asked, with a traceable hint of excitement in my voice.

“Well, I confess that I looked on the internet and the best rules seem to be simple five-card draw, with the loser of each hand losing an item of clothing.”

“And can you remember the poker hand rankings I taught you?”

“Yes. I did check them again online but I was surprised at how well I remembered them. You must have taught me well.”

“And what happens to the first person to get naked? Do we have to do dares or something until the other person is also naked?”

“Yeah, we can do that if you want. Are you sure you want to play?”, she asked hesitantly.

“Yes of course I’m sure. How many items of clothing do you have? I only have four if you count socks as one.”

“If socks are one, then I have six. If I take my jacket off now though, I’ll be down to five.”

“That still leaves me at a disadvantage though.”

“But c’mon, you are a more experienced poker player than I am and I think you should start with an item less as punishment for the tea-towel spankings.”

“OK. I suppose that’s kind of fair. How about some extra rules? I mean, when my friends and I play drinking games we have a ‘no celebration’ rule. Any hint of celebration results in a punishment.”

“Yeah, that sounds fun. I assume that the punishment means losing an item of clothing, yes?”

“Yeah, that works fine. Where are your cards?”

“I’ll just go and get them.”

As she stood, I couldn’t take my eyes off her figure, knowing that soon she would be naked. I allowed my imagination to drift a little further, considering what dares I could use if I were to win the game.

“Found them. OK, so let’s play,” she declared, sitting down and then shuffling the cards. “How about we have a ‘no swearing’ rule as well? So that when you lose a hand you have to restrain yourself as well.”

“Go on then. Though I think it’ll help you more than it’ll help me.”

“That’s the idea!” she said, with a wide smile.

She swiftly dealt the cards and I was left staring at a pair of sixes and little else. I really did not want to lose the first hand and give her a two-piece advantage. I peered over my cards at her; her expression revealed scant information. I took three cards, she took two. I nervously showed my two sixes and looked straight to her reaction. I could tell she had lost before she threw down her pair of threes.

“Yes!” I exclaimed, relieved to have won the first hand. I sat back content.

“Ah, was that not a celebration just there, mister?”

I let out a deep sigh of frustration, realising that it was pointless arguing: although modest, it was clearly a celebratory reaction. We both removed our socks, both visibly a little too eager to get on with the game. I cursed myself for having suggested the additional rule. The wine was making it difficult to restrain myself and I had been so transfixed on winning that I’d forgotten not to celebrate.

“My deal,” I announced.

This time I got a three-flush and an ace. Julia drew three cards, making me think she already had a pair. Another two hearts to complete my flush was highly unlikely so I cast them away along with the fourth card in search of pairing the ace. Luckily I hit. Julia seemed relatively pleased with her hand and quickly displayed her two kings. I feigned a defeated look before flipping over my aces.

“Scheiße! I thought I’d won that one,” she cried.

“Wuh-hay!” I cheered, on account of the swear word.

It was only then she realised what she had said.

“Nooo! Does that mean I have to take off two things?”

“I’m afraid so.”

“Surely your jeering counts as a celebration as well though?”

I reproached myself once again for my incautious reaction, though thankfully managed to avoid swearing. Her outburst had taken me completely by surprise as she very rarely swore. Clearly the alcohol and the tense nature of events were getting to her. I took a moment to consider whether to first remove my jeans or my t-shirt, before opting to lose the t-shirt. I stood up, lifted my top over my head and performed a silly little bow, hoping to lighten the mood in preparation for Julia’s double whammy.

“You’re turn!” I said.

She got to her feet, paused, and then followed suit by haltingly lifting her top up over her breasts, shoulders and head. Her breasts had never been the largest but they were delightfully formed. For the moment though her black lacy bra hugged them tightly, revealing only a fraction of their shapeliness. Nevertheless, they held my attention, which she clearly noticed.

“Now for my jeans, I suppose?” she ventured.

“Either that or your bra,” I retorted.

“Haha, very funny. No, I think you’ll have to wait a bit longer for that,” she said as she unbuttoned and unzipped her jeans.

Again, she paused momentarily to observe my reaction. She began to ease them down but again paused when only the top half of her panties was showing. She checked again to ensure that she had my attention but this time her gaze penetrated a little further. After a few seconds holding me spellbound, she resumed her task. Once her jeans had fallen past her hips I was able to admire the outlines of her sex under her surprisingly risqué choice of underwear. Previously she had not been a big fan of overtly provocative clothing but she had patently developed a taste for it since we had split up. Her matching bra and panty ensemble couldn’t fail to set my pulse racing.

“That’s quite an outfit!”

“Thanks, I hoped you would appreciate it.”

“Yeah, it’s very nice. But I know that what lies underneath is even more beautiful.”

She smiled back at me. We were down to two pieces each. Neither of us could afford any more silly mistakes if we were to win. As she dealt the next hand we were silent, in determined concentration. The game had evidently stirred our highly competitive natures. I knew that if I lost this hand I would have to reveal the exact state of my excitement. Two Queens stared me in the face. I discarded the other three cards but my draw missed completely. Julia drew one and swiftly laid down a straight. I chucked away my hand and exhaled deeply.

“Your turn to strip, I believe?” she said.

“No need to look quite so smug about it.”

I decided to imitate the way she removed her trousers by pausing to gauge her reaction. The first time I stopped I managed to catch her looking at my crotch but the second time I paused to look, she feigned utter disinterest in my stripping. I stepped closer, trying to induce her attention, when suddenly she leaped forward like a cat, playfully snapping shut her jaw as if trying to bite me. I responded in fashion by jumping back and guarding my swollen package with my hands.

“Take your hands away then. Covering yourself is strictly not allowed.”

I relented, allowed my hands to fall to my sides, and exposed the full extent of my arousal.

“I’m pleased to see you’re enjoying the game so much.”

I nodded. “It’s actually more difficult than I had imagined.”

“Yes, it’s surprisingly embarrassing considering we’ve seen each other naked before. I suppose it’s been such a long time that it feels quite new,” she replied.

“That’s true. I don’t think we’ve ever stripped for each other in such a direct way either. Presenting yourself like this makes you feel quite vulnerable.”

“It does, doesn’t it? I mean, we are not even naked yet and already I feel strangely exposed.

“Best not lose the next hand then,” I said with a wink.

This time the cards looked to be stacked against me. My first five cards were all weak and unconnected. I desperately didn’t want to lose, to be naked first, nor to perform the first dare. Yet with these cards I looked to be doomed to that fate. I gambled by changing all five cards but didn’t look to see what the draw had given me. Julia had taken two and now laid down her hand of two Jacks.

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I dreamt again last night of you.

You came to me and held me naked in your strong arms. You leaned your head against my neck and softly blew delicate kisses against my skin. I shivered as your velvet tongue flicked across my fevered flesh. Your hands moved slowly up my torso, caressing my stomach, moving upwards to cup my breasts. You flicked your fingers across the tips of my nipples and watched them harden with desire. Then you turned me around so that your glorious erection was nestled within the cleft of my ass. You pressed yourself against me, imprinting me with the hard evidence of your need.

Laughing, you shoved me forward onto the bed. I turned over and couldn’t breathe when I saw the hot desire in your eyes. I knew you were going to make me beg and plead, and I couldn’t wait for the torment. My skin tingled as I imagined you lodged within me, moving, rubbing, thrusting.

You leaned over and grasped my wrists above my head, securing them with the restraints attached to the bed. Oh god, I was totally at your mercy. I couldn’t leave even if I had wanted to. Smiling your wicked grin, you trailed your fingers over my quivering body, stopping at each sensitive place to squeeze, pinch, caress, lick and kiss.

Finally, your fingers found my shaved mound, eagerly parting the slick lips. I cried out as you thrust a finger inside of me. As the torment began to build, you inserted another finger and slowly stretched me until I couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think, couldn’t do anything but feel. You leaned bursa escort up and drew my nipples, one after the other, into your hot mouth. You suckled hard at my breasts, and I nearly swooned. You pressed your fingers upwards and I jumped over the edge. I convulsed around your fingers as you slipped one more finger into my wet channel.

The torture lasted for what seemed like hours as you laid siege to my body, storming the shaking citadel. I begged. I whimpered. I pleaded with all my heart for you to finally come to me, to embed your length with my body. As I felt you glide up my body, I sagged with relief thinking you would finally take me like I wanted.

But you had something else in mind.

You flipped me over onto my stomach, the wrist restraints easily following your demanding movements. I closed my eyes and groaned in agony, knowing exactly what you were going to do to me. You lifted me up slightly and slid two pillows beneath my stomach, lifting my ass to your heated glaze, parting my thighs and giving you access to my deepest secrets.

I shivered as you ran your hands up my thighs, over my back, up my neck. I cried out as you grabbed a fistful of my hair and pulled my head back. “Tell me you belong to me,” you growled in my ear, biting hard on my earlobe.

“I swear, I belong to you,” I sobbed into the sheets. “I will do whatever you want.” I could feel your iron erection against my pussy, then sliding tantalizingly between my ass cheeks. I wanted you inside me more than anything. bursa escort bayan But I knew you wouldn’t take me just yet.

Satisfied with my vow, you moved back down my body. I felt your fingers slide back inside me, and I couldn’t stop the tears as the agony and fire within me grew. Your fingers slid out of my slickened secret and slowly travelled up to my shaking cheeks. Using both hands, you parted my ass and gently touched me, delicately fingering my most sensitive area.

Suddenly, your tongue replaced your fingers. Licking avidly, rimming me to the extreme, you slipped your fingers into my pussy again, moving in and out, stretching me to my limit. I screamed at you to stop, to take me, to use me in anyway you desired. You laughed, and the vibration against my ass once again set me off.

As I shook and tremored with my orgasm, you moved to your knees behind me and grabbed my hips. Wetting your shaft with my juices, you thrust yourself into my tight pussy, slamming yourself into me all the way to the hilt. I started to whimper and moan again as you pulled out of me and pushed back in. You rammed into me over and over, shoving me into the mattress. Just as I thought the world would once again explode, you suddenly withdrew.

I felt you again part my ass cheeks and then felt your slick member rubbing against me, reading me for your intrusion. All of a sudden, I felt the amazing pressure and sensation as you forged into my tightest channel. The stretching görükle escort was too intense, the burning too incredible. I pressed my face into the sheets and yelled with all my might. I heard you laugh behind me as you started to move within my ass. Everything disappeared till the only thing I was aware of was you ravishing me from behind, withdrawing and forcing yourself back in.

I felt you tense as your thrusts became more frenzied, harder and faster. I was on the egde, just about to jump, when I felt you explode within me. The feel of your hot seed filling me pushed me over the cliff and I screamed again as I soared to the clouds, crying with the sheer joy and pleasure enveloping us.

You collapsed along my sweat-slickened body, chest-heaving, heart-pounding. I smiled into the darkness as I realized that, in the end, you too lost control. As you pulled out of me, I gasped at the amazing sensation. Unconsciously, I clenched around you and heard you swear. You had to pause before withdrawing all the way, then you collapsed against the extra pillows. Almost absentmindedly, you reached over and released me from the restraints.

My body singing with pleasure, I sighed and turned onto my side. I trailed my hand over your chest, smiling as your muscles moved beneath my questing fingers. As I moved lower along your abdomen, your breath caught in your throat. I stroked your cock, coaxing the steel back into play. I kissed along your hips bone, making my way towards your growing shaft.

You surged to life as I took you into my mouth, licking away our essences. Your fingers clenched in my hair as you pressed yourself deeper into my mouth, further into my throat.

“Jesus,” you whispered as I continued my ministrations. I smiled against your erection and took you to the stars once again.

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We were off to my Dr’s appointment. I had to see the Dr. for a checkup. The examination room was a beautiful shade of teal. The curtains were long and flowing. The table was a cold beige.

The nurse came in and made me get undressed before the Dr. came in. We were waiting a while. When the nurse comes in and tells us she will be doing the initial exam.

She was a beautiful woman. Long black hair pulled back into a tight bun. Lips so wet and pouty. Her eyes were a beautiful shade of green. And her body was like an hourglass. Her tits were so perky I thought they might pop out of her uniform. I could tell you liked her.

She asked me to pull my top down so she could examine my huge chest. As she started feeling for lumps, my nipples started to harden. I was mortified. She just said it was normal to be a little turned on. Then she started to lift my blanket off my legs. She had to look and see if I had any issues down there. She then saw I was soaking wet. She eskort görükle smiled and said it would help if she could massage my clit. What was I going to say, no!?! She then put my legs in stirrups. She asked if you would play with my tits while she squeezed some lube onto my nether region. I was moaning just from the anticipation.

She pulled my clitoral hood up and started to massage my throbbing clit. I felt electricity shoot up my back. I reached over and freed her luscious breasts. They had the most sexy little nipple rings. I told her to bring them to my face so I could feel her beautiful pink nipples. I took her tit into my mouth and sucked generously. I bit her nipple ring. She really liked that.

I knew n it was time to unbutton your pants. I pulled them down and your cock was so hard. It had a little pre cum glistening on the tip. So I lapped at it to get every little drop.

She then decided to take my pulsing clit into her mouth. I felt I was kestel escort going to cum to quick and she knew it. So I decided to go down on her instead for a while.

We switched places and I bent over and pushed her skirt up around her waist and buried my face into her dripping cunt. You loved her nipple piercings. So loved to grab them between your teeth.

I then got on top of her and put my pussy in her mouth. As she lapped at mine. You came up behind me and and slowly put just the tip of your dick into my gushing slit. And pulled it back out. Then a little more until you finally buried your member into my pussy. All the while she was lapping at ur balls and my clit. You would pull it out and jam it into her mouth and then back into me. You pulled my hair back while you rammed into me. I then decided to turn around and put my pussy to her pussy.

Our buttons were melding together with such ferocity. U buried your cock deep in her bursa sınırsız escort throat while I vigorously lapped at ur balls. I thought u might come then and there.

I told u to come and fuck us. I turned around and lay my back to her chest. Then u come and jam ur stiff wet cock into my hot dripping pussy. I receive you so deep inside me. You then take it out and slap my clit with ur dick. I scream in such delight. She reaches around and pinches both my nipples as she cups my breasts in her warm hands.

You take your cock and slam it into her all the while slamming into my clit. I feel her start to buck back at you. As her clit rubs on my ass. She let’s out a high pitched moan and starts to cum all over my rear. And then you switch back to me. Fucking me so hard I thought I might fall. Then she takes my clit between her first finger and thumb and pinches and rubs until it’s too much. Then I start to feel the orgasm rise from my toes. And I start to cum in such waves grabbing ur cock with my pussy so hard. I think u liked it because u started to slam me with such force that I felt your cum squirt into me and then run down my ass.

We collapsed in a sweat and cum filled lump. We quickly got dressed and made our next appointment.

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I tingle, shivering with anticipation as I hear your keys in the lock. Lights are low, candles are burning, music playing softly in the background. Thankfully, dinner is keeping warm in the crock pot. No worrying about setting the house on fire tonight. (the kitchen anyway!) I’ve been waiting for you to come home all day. Wanting you. Thinking about you.

When you finally open the door, I’m standing there holding a glass of wine for you and a note. You walk into the house, drop your bag and take a long look at me. I’m wearing a collection of your favorite items. My sexy librarian glasses, hair in a messy bun, red bra and a soft, black low cut sundress with a billowy skirt, oh and heels that bring me to your exact height. You smile me at appreciatively. I hoping it’s because of what I’m wearing and not because of the wine, but it doesn’t really matter. The look you give me gets me hot and wet.

“Hi handsome,” I whisper, holding out the glass of wine. You walk to me, take my other hand and tug me towards you, and we kiss. Our lips meet gently at first, then I nip your lips with my teeth and you growl in that way that drives me even more mad. You pull back, burying your face in my neck, nuzzling and nibbling until I have goosebumps and my nipples start to harden.

“Hi, lover,” you sigh between nibbles.

As difficult as it is, I extract myself from your arms and hand you the wine glass and note. You take a sip, looking quizzically at the note, which has

written on it, and then me. I shrug innocently and gesture for you to sit down in your armchair. You unfold the note and see that the word OBEY is neatly written in block letters. You look me in the eyes and smirk. Again, I smile innocently. You start to say something, but I climb onto the chair and straddle your legs. I lift the edges of my sundress to drape around you and you catch the briefest glimpse of the thin black, sheer panties I’m wearing.

Placing my index finger against my mouth, I whisper “Shhhhhh” as I wink slowly at you. I slide my finger over and around my lips making sure I have your full attention before my tongue slides out to wet it,. Keeping my eyes locked on yours, my finger slips slowly between my lips and out again even slower. I place my hot, wet finger against your lips, teasing and pressing.

“Come closer,” I urge, bringing my head towards yours. We kiss slowly. I love the feel of your lips, the way you slide your tongue out to meet mine and the the taste of your skin, slightly salty and smelling of cool, crisp outdoors. Somehow you find the presence of mind to put down the wine glass and the eskort bursa note flutters to the carpet. Your hands slide into my hair tugging it free from the messy bun and I shake it loose. I can feel you getting hard beneath me. I adjust my positioning so I can feel even more and when I do, you groan with pleasure.

“Yes, baby?” I tease you, “What do you need?” punctuating every word with a kiss. You move your hands to my breasts, fanning your fingers over them, squeezing softly.

“These,” you whisper, “I want these. Now.”

“Oh really?” I say, “Too bad you’re not the boss” I lean over, pressing my breasts more fully into your hands, reaching down to pick up the note card and dangle it in front of your face. I slide myself off your lap, purposefully with more bumping and grinding than actually necessary and stand next to your chair holding out my hand. “Stand up and strip,” I tell you. You look at me with narrowed eyes and start to protest. “Stand up and strip” I repeat more firmly, tapping the card on my palm.

“Fine.” You stand up and I promptly take your place in the chair. I scoot back, smooth my skirt down around me and watch you eagerly. Kicking off your shoes and stepping out of your socks takes just a moment and then you’re taking off your shirt. I’m watching you, you’re watching me. Your fingers easily undo the belt buckle and you wink at me. I laugh. We’re both thinking the same thing. I kneel on the chair so you can lean down and kiss me. My hands rest on your waistband and fingers slip inside. I feel you jump.

“Sorry love, cold fingers” I exhale.

“It’s not the cold, it’s you. I love feeling your hands on me,” you squeeze out before our lips meet again. My hands travel across the front of your pants, feeling your arousal. The heat, the hardness, the pulsing. I slide my hands up and down the length of you, slowly and then more quickly. You moan with pleasure and move yourself out of my reach.

I pout but only until I see you unzip and push down your pants and boxers and step out of them. It’s a good thing I’m already sort of sitting down because the sight of your naked body makes my knees weak. We lock eyes again, speaking wordlessly, smiling that secret smile only lovers understand. I reach out to touch you, sliding my fingers over your erection, tugging you closer. I lean towards you, breathing in your scent, caressing you with my hair and the side of my face, and place my mouth against your hip, flicking my tongue on that spot I know you adore. I feel your knees buckle and the intake of your breath.

“Oh, God,” you whimper, “that feels bursa yabancı escort amazing.”

I place one hand on that hip for balance and the other I place between your legs, cupping you. I love the weight and feel of them in my hand, I can tell you’re getting even harder, the more I lick and massage you. I lean back and look up at you and see that you are watching me. I smile and blow a kiss to you.

“I want you to touch yourself while I’m occupied with these other parts of you,” I say, “and I want you to keep watching me.” You nod and start stroking yourself, never taking your eyes off me. I start making big long licks up the side of your hip.I can feel you stroking next to my face and sometimes I even feel your knuckles brushing my cheek. I slide my mouth down the inside of your leg, licking, kissing, nibbling. I am still cupping you in my hand, and I can’t resist sucking them into my mouth one at a time. You groan and stop stroking for a moment to catch your breath. You look down at me sucking you and I loudly express my enjoyment. I move to your other leg, kissing my way up your hip and electrifying you on this side.

I turn my head to watch you and realize you are so incredibly hard. I can see drops of moisture leaking from your cock, I move my face closer to your hands and stick my tongue out. As you stroke, I start licking you. You move closer to get more of my mouth on you and sigh with pleasure as my tongue meets your fingers too. I can tell it’s not enough for you, that you want more, need more so I reposition myself in front of you. “I want to suck you until you come,” I purr, “baby, let me taste you.”

I open my mouth and wait for you to slide inside. You groan again as you carefully push yourself into my waiting mouth. I moan with pleasure as I feel your hot hardness fill me. My tongue slides over you, still brushing your fingers as you pump in and out. I use my teeth to scrape you softly…all the way out….all the way in. I pull your hands off and place them on the sides of my head. I want you to control the rhythm so I can concentrate on making you come. I place my hands on your hips and pull you closer, deeper, I want to take in as much of you as I can.

Deep, slow, hard. Then soft nibbles and licks. I start cupping you again in my hand, massaging you, squeezing gently, tugging. I can hear you breathing harder, moaning more. I take my mouth off you and start stroking you quickly. “Come on baby, come for me,” I urge you. “Look at me. I love this. I love making you feel amazing. Excited. Horny. I love knowing you’re bursa merkez escort going to come all over me. I love knowing that I’m going to lick you clean afterwards.”

You groan again, “Baby” is all you manage. I put just the tip of you in my mouth, sucking hard and doing a twisty, stroking motion with my hand. My tongue slips lower to lick that sensitive area, softly at first, then harder. I’m getting so turned on, my panties are soaked and I’m squirming. “I’m gonna come, baby,” you gasp and pull back.

I keep holding you and licking now from bottom to top like an ice cream cone. Long, big licks with short fast strokes. “Come, lover” I coo between sucks. You moan one last time and then come with a hard shudder.

You look like you’re about to fall over, so I swap places with you on the chair. You lean your head back, close your eyes and place your hand on my head. Leaning forward, I continue stroking you for a short while and lick you clean, as I promised. Then you pull me up into your arms and wrap them around me.

We lay tangled together in the chair for a few minutes, breathing heavily, and then I tug you up. “You’re not done yet, lover,” I say.

“More?”

“Yep. Didn’t that note card have

written on it?”

“Yes,” you draw out, “how many more are there?”

“Oh, just two more, but until you find the next one, you’re still on OBEY mode. Sooooo, unbutton my sundress.”

“Gladly!” You start unbuttoning, brushing your fingers and hands over my aching breasts. I try to control my breathing, but you can tell I’m turned on. Finally you slip the dress off my shoulders and down my arms trapping them against the sides of my body. You grin wickedly at me, stroking your fingers up and down my cleavage, leaning down and nuzzling them with your face.

“Kiss them,” I gasp.

You lean closer, placing soft kisses on the upper part of my chest, nibbling soft bites, laving with your tongue to soothe and then sliding over to a new place. This continues for an indeterminate amount of time, days, weeks, years…I have no idea until you tug me to my feet, turn me around and start to unhook my bra.

While you’re kissing the back of my neck, and working on those hooks, I reach into my bra and pull out a second note card. You look over my shoulder as I’m pulling it out and I can feel you laughing silently. As you unhook the last clasp my bra falls to the floor and my breasts tumble free into my waiting hands. You reach around me and pluck the note from my fingers. It says

.

“I love you,” I say.

“I love you,” you reply.

“Open it” I give one last order.

First, you turn me back around to face you and you hold my face in your hands and kiss me soundly. Then you open the note. And grin. Of course I already know what it says, but you show it to me anyway.

In the same block lettering it says MAKE ME BEG.

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It’s been a week since the first chapter of my real life Choose Your Path journal posted on Lit, and about a week before that since I wrote it. A lot has happened in the meantime.

Hullo, and welcome to the second chapter of my autobiographical Choose Your Path story.

(To read chapter 1, please go here.)

The vote tally from Chapter Once pretty heavily favored MrZ…6 votes, all male.

One vote was cast for Dillon…also by a guy.

Interestingly, the only female to post a comment chose neither.

I wanted to see if the vote would split down gender lines, but with only one girl voting, that didn’t work out so well. Maybe this time!

So, the vote is in, MrZ it is. Poor Dillon, he was so cute…so clueless. I was nicer than usual to him these past two weeks, which is just another way of saying I wasn’t mean. He thought he was getting somewhere I think. Don’t fret about Dillon though, there are plenty of cheerleaders around here more than willing to do the leg-wrap around his face, so he’ll forget about me soon enough, if he ever thought about me at all.

***

If you’re new to this story, the main idea is this: at specific points in this ‘story’, I will offer you, the reader, a chance to vote on the path I take in my own sex life. Yes, this is real life, not made up fiction. Why am I doing this? Because I want too. Because I’m a coward at heart and will always, always choose the safest road, and I want to have an adventure. If I really didn’t want to do it, I wouldn’t, but right now, this is the most exciting thing I’ve ever done, so I’m enjoying myself!

There is one um…caveat I think I need to put out there for you guys: Like I said, this is real life. I can’t exactly promise you that this will actually go anywhere, and even if it does, I can’t say how long it will take. I’m not exactly going to rush myself. So things aren’t going to go according to a script or outline ‘cuz there isn’t one. So while you get to read about my little journey of sexual discovery, things might not work out the way you’d like. I guess that’s the risk we’re all gonna hafta take.

Moving on…

Right now the erotic side of my life is divided into two parts. One part involves MrZ, so I’ll fill you in on that first, then I’ll tell you about a couple of new ‘characters’ that have moved onto the scene.

***

MrZ

MrZ teaches literature. It’s easily my favorite class. I’d look forward to it every day even if I wasn’t crushing on my professor. I’ve realized over the last couple of weeks that totally I dig the older guys. Not ancient like Sean Connery or OLD like George Clooney…just older. But flirting has never been easy for me; add the stress of flirting with a professor and it jumps from ’causes mild anxiety’ to ‘holy friggin crap’ impossible.

By the time Chapter One got approved here on Lit, I was pretty sure MrZ was interested, at least a little. Twice I caught him staring at me in class. Not the psycho ‘I’m gonna rape you in the parking lot’ stare, but the kind of look that makes your neck tingle and the palms of your hands go cold and sweaty. Then there are the compliments, nothing too overt or anything, just subtle little comments about my outfit that would mean nothing except for the look that goes with them. I had to take it to the next level. MrZ would never move beyond the timid flirt unless I gave him the yellow light to proceed with caution, and I quickly learned that I just didn’t have the courage to do that face to face. I had to move it to a place I felt comfortable…I had to go virtual.

The opportunity came when he told the class we had to do this report on morally ambiguous characters as plot devices. After class I asked him if I could get his cell number in case I had any questions about the report. It was a weak reason, but the best I could do. Sure enough, he was only too happy to oblige, so while he was standing there and the rest of the students were filing out of the room I thumbed in his number and dialed it, so he would have mine, too. I could tell he was nervous…he kept glancing up at the other kids as they left. If some dude had asked for his number, or some other girl he wasn’t interested in had, he wouldn’t have cared one bit, so I knew he was into me.

I waited a couple of nights to see if he was going to take the initiative and call or text me, but he didn’t. I knew I had to up stakes a little bit, but I didn’t want to do anything that anyone else in class would notice, because that would just scare him off and ruin the whole thing. So the next day I wore a short skirt with a pair of bright red and pink undies underneath. I got to class early and sat right up front. The rest was easy, but my heart was thumping in my chest so loud I could feel it in my ears. I waited until we started our assignment and he sat back down at his desk, which was directly in front of my seat. I slid down in my seat just enough to give him a better view and let my legs part…not a lot, just enough so it wouldn’t be obvious to anyone else. Then bursa eskort I put it out of my mind and went back to my assignment. A minute or so later I stopped writing and looked up just with my eyes so he wouldn’t see my head tilt his way. Sure enough, he had completely stopped whatever he was doing and was blatantly staring!

Instantly I felt myself flush. I had to resist the natural reaction to snap my legs shut, and just held them there until he finally realized he’d been busted and looked right up at me. He looked away so fast it was almost comical, and turned bright red. I almost started to giggle and had to cover it by faking a cough. But as I watched him stare at my open legs beneath the desk top, I saw desire in his eyes. He was looking because he wanted me, and that was one of the biggest turn-ons of my life. It instantly triggered a PSAS attack, and I had excuse myself so I could take care of that privately…

When class was over I walked up to him and made conversation. He stammered and blushed, and then complimented me on my shoes. I don’t know if it was just nerves or if he thought I was angry or what, but it was totally sweet and I could feel that familiar beating in my chest.

I didn’t want to wait to long after that to talk to him, so that night I texted him on the pretext of asking him about the report. Here’s the actual chat, typos and all, please be kind!. I changed his name, of course, to protect the innocent, but everything else is the real deal.

me: hey Mr.Z is it too late to ask you a question?

[It took like an hour for him to respond…I thought he wasn’t going too]

MrZ: Hey Sara! No, it’s not too late. Whtcha need?

me: Oh, good, I thought you old guys went to bed at like 8 🙂

MrZ: HaHa. Only when we’ve been up late the nite b4 looking 4 our dentures.

me: Hehe. And here I thought they were real.

[After that we talked about the report & we got into a tiff about what is and isn’t literature…I wanna use Black Company’s characters and he doesn’t want me too, boring stuff for you I’m sure 🙂 So toward the end I turned it up a notch…]

me: so, do ya really like my shoes or do you just say that to all the gals? [cliche, I know, but I was tired!!!]

MrZ: Yes, I do, and no, I don’t. I’ve always thought you have a cool sense of style.

me: hmm…so is it just the shoes or do you have an opinion about the rest of my outfit?

[there was a long pause here…like ten minutes. I started to fret and stuff]

MrZ: No…I think you’re a cool dresser, you don’t follow fads like most of the students.

me: Do ya have a fav?

MrZ: I think everything you wear looks great.

me: LAME

MrZ: Not going to let me off the hook so easily?

me: Nope

[another long pause]

MrZ: I think what you wore today was, um, cool.

me: Well you gotta pick another, I can’t wear that again this week.

MrZ: Oh I get it.

me: It’s about time:) Well?

MrZ: I really shouldn’t tell you what to wear.

me: hehe, o cmon MrZ, you’re not tellin me what to wear, you’re just helpin me pick out my outfit. Ya know I need allz the help I can get.

MrZ: Other folks might no see it that way, though.

me: who’s gonna no?I promise I won’t tell a soul…not even my best friend. Promise. Please!!

MrZ: Well, ok. U wore this outfit a couple of weeks ago, a gray skirt with purple & black stockings. You had a black tshirt with a cool jacket, and your black boots.

me: my Docs?

MrZ: Yeah.

me: hair up or down?

MrZ: Down.

me: ok! thanks MrZ! You made my morning that much easier! Now I don’t even hafta think about it!

MrZ: hehe…anytime.

me: o you said it now! gnite!

MrZ: Good night, Sara

Not much, I know, but it was a start. The next day I wore the outfit, just like he wanted me too. He couldn’t stop looking over at me, and I think maybe he got nervous that some of the students might notice, so he didn’t say anything that day or the next. That was on a Friday. That night, very late, I finally got a text from him…

MrZ: stll awake?

me: Oh my! You’re the last person I thought I’d get a txt from in the wee hours of the mornin

MrZ: i almost didnt text you. arent you up past your bedtime young ldy?

me: HA! I don’ have a bedtime MrZ.

me: wat happnd, did your gf let you sty up afer watchin the late late show?

[I know he’s not married, but I wanted to make sure he didn’t have a girlfriend or anything before I took it further. He also tells me that I don’t have to call him

Mr.HisRealLastName but I can call him by his first name when we’re not at school, but to protect his identity I’m gonna keep referring to him as MrZ]

MrZ: hehe…no, unfortntly i don’t have a gf right now, so i dont have anyone to send me to bed on time.

MrZ: your outfit looked great today, btw.

me: aww..thanks! Do you need me to come over and make sure you go to bed on time? [I couldn’t resist bursa otele gelen escort that one…too easy!]

MrZ: Sara, i didn’t know you were so cncerned with my welfare! Im flattered!

me: that hurts, MrZ ya knw I care!

me: Ok, I really just wanna get outta the house. I’m bored!

MrZ: Ahh, the trth comes out. j/k.

MrZ: That’s ok, sara, i dont mind being a vehicle to alleviate your boredom

me: Good, you shouldn’t. You should consider yourself lucky.

MrZ: i do, but why, specifically?

me: Welllll you’re the only teacher that gets to help pick my outfit for one.

MrZ: and it looked great on you, 2

me: plus since you seem to not realize how dang cute you are it makes talkin to ya that much more fun.

me: thanks!

MrZ: Thanks, sara, that means alot, especially comin frm you. Just plz dont say that arnd anyone

me: oh gosh take a chill MrZ, I’m not a blabbermouth!!! Do ya actually think i’m gonna say something to my gfs?

MrZ: Sorry, sara, its just that i really shouldnt even do this. i could get into a lot of trouble jst talkin to you outside of school

me: not a word, MrZ. Promise. So why do you talk to me if it could get ya into so much trouble?

MrZ: I was afraid youd ask that….

me: Well??? Don’t think for a sex i’m gonna let you off the hook so easily!

me: er…sec…hehehe

MrZ: hmmm…why do you talk to me when you could talk to any guy in school?

me: No dice, I asked you first!

[it took him awhile before he wrote me back, I think I had him sweatin a bit!]

MrZ: well, for 1 you are vry cool, and youre open and not judgmental, youre always nice to everyone, and you dont treat me like im just your english teacher.

me: Thanks! Are those the only reasons?

me: Why do you say I could talk to any guy in school…which is so not true btw…

MrZ: You dont let anything slide, do you?

me: Nope!

MrZ: Ok…you got me…youre also the prettiest girl in school. thats why you could talk to any guy in school. you can have your pick

[He is BLIND]

me: Aww…you think I’m pretty MrZ?

MrZ: Of course i do. liek I said, I think youre the prettiest girl in school.

me: Now you’re makin me blush…flattery will get you everywhere.

MrZ: is that so?

me: depends on where you want to go…

me: you do want to go somewhere, don’t you MrZ?

MrZ: i’d be lying if i said otherwise

me: question…

MrZ: Yes?

me: What would happen if someone…say the principle, got ahold of this convo?

MrZ: *sigh* should i save myself the trouble and turn in my resignation monday?

me: Don’t be silly, MrZ, I’m not that cruel, I just wantcha to know I have you by the balls now 🙂

MrZ: im…i’m speechless

me: Good! Now, what am I wearing Monday?

MrZ: sara, you have to promise me you won’t do anything like that. seriously, i could get into big trouble.

me: MrZ! I’ll pinky promise Monday at school if it makes you feel better. As long as you’re nice to me I would never do anything like that.

MrZ: As long as i’m nice?

me: yup. so…Monday?

MrZ: you could wear that skirt you wore thursday.

me: should I plan on sitting up front again?

MrZ: you….that wasn’t an accident, was it?

me: MrZ, I know how to sit 🙂

me: you were sooo busted, but sooo cute about it at the same time.

MrZ: i think you are the coolest girl i have ever met!

me: Thanks! i’m hittin the sack, g’nite MrZ! Talk to ya later!

MrZ: goodnite, sara!

We didn’t talk for the rest of the weekend. Monday and Tuesday were busy days for both of us, so even though I got a look and a compliment when I walked in with the skirt on Monday, we haven’t really had much time to flirt or chat. I hope to change that later in the week, but we’ll see. I’d like to say there’s more to it than this right now, but hey, that’s life!

In chapter three I’ll give you all the juicy details, and maybe have a new choice for you to vote on, till then, this will have to do!

***

Taylor

Let’s move on to a saucier subject, my bf, who we’ll call Taylor.

Taylor is my age. She’s a full blooded Scot, like my dad: the light hair, the rosy cheeks, the pale skin, the fiery temper, the works. As I mentioned in the first chapter, I gave Taylor her very first orgasm.

Here’s the story:

Taylor’s mom has this totally sweet collection of old vinyl records from when she was in high school back in the day. Taylor has ‘inherited’ most of the collection, but we’ve always suspected that she’s kept her best stuff hidden from us girls. The weekend before it happened, we were rooting through her closet looking for them while she was out. We didn’t find the records, but we did find this curious pink box. Inside was this little remote controlled thingie that turned out to be a vibrator. Both of us had a huge laugh about it and put it nilüfer escort back. It looked to me like her mom never even used it. I didn’t give it another thought, until the next time I slept over.

It was late, and we were huddled up in her room talking about boys, which led to talking about sex, which naturally led to the conversation about her never having an orgasm.

“Never?” I asked.

“Never,” she replied.

Not in a dream, not by herself, never ever had the big O. Taylor is really shy, and very self conscious and not at all comfortable with her body, even though she’s gorgeous. She tried to do it herself, but she just couldn’t. I had the same problem before I got my psas, so I totally understood where she was coming from. then she hits me with the big surprise. That day, before her mom got home from work, Taylor went and got the vib from her closet and hid it in her room. She had tried to use it earlier but chickened out. She wanted me to do it for her. So I did.

She went to the bathroom to put the thing on. I turned the lights off and sat on the floor of her room. She came in a few minutes later and got in bed. We never said a word. I turned it on and after a few minutes I could hear her breathing from where I was. I couldn’t see anything, but the sound of her was totally hot. It was almost better, being in the dark, I think. A few more minutes passed, just me and her, and then I could here the sound of the bed as she starting moving, then everything got very tense and still and I heard her suck her breath in. After that I heard her moving around and she took it off and went to the bathroom. I rolled over and went to sleep. We never said a thing about the next day or any time after that.

Neither one of us considers ourselves to be bi or lesbian, but I guess you can say we are curious about it.

I talked to a couple of the guys from Lit about it to get their advice. One said that the next time I get myself off, I should think about her. If it is a turn off, I’m not bi, and I should probably just drop it. The other said I should masturbate in the bed with her while she’s falling asleep to see if it’s a turn on for me. Yes, I know he was just saying that to get his jollies off, but I decided to do it anyway.

First, I masturbated thinking about Taylor. At first, it was very weird, I almost had to stop ‘cuz it was turning me off. But as I laid there touching myself I realized there was something that turned me on about her. Hold on, cuz this is going to sound kinda weird.

I’ve always had this thing with hands. Not a sexual thing, but I just think they’re neat and they say a lot about the person who owns them. Taylor has these perfect hands, her skin is pale, her fingers are long and straight, and her nail polish is always chipped up or half rubbed off. I find that so hot for some reason. That and the cool rings and bracelets she always wears. I can’t explain it more than that. It’s just hot for me.

So as soon as I focused on that, bam! I had a really strong orgasm. It was so quick and hard it caught me off guard, and it’s hard to surprise yourself!

Once I realized that I was ok with the idea of getting a little frisky with Taylor, I went to plan B. The next time I slept over at her house, we hung out and did all the normal stuff that we always do. That night, she gave me the bed (she only has a twin, so usually one of us takes the bed and the other takes the sleeping bag). Luckily, it was cold that night so I asked her if she’d rather just share the bed so we could keep warm. She was cool with it and jumped right up under the covers.

We said our good-nights. She rolled over, and so did I, so that our backs were to each other. I waited just a minute or two, not long enough for her to be completely asleep but close, and I slid my hand down between my pjs and my undies and went to work. I was so nervous that she would hear or feel the movement of my hand through the bed that it made what I was doing even more intense. It was one of the craziest things I’ve ever done, and it was such a turn on for me. About two or three minutes into it I felt the bed shift as Taylor rolled over and faced in my direction! I froze and just knew that I had been busted for sure, but she never said anything, so without looking back I started doing it again. It didn’t take long for me to climax, and it was so hard to keep the bed still and keep from making a noise that it made it even that much more intense. I waited for another minute or two, and then I rolled over to see if Taylor was awake or not…I still wasn’t sure. Her eyes were closed, and I wasn’t about to say anything, but when I rolled over I guess I shifted the air under the sheets and I could suddenly smell myself from under the covers. I don’t know how else to say it…I just wanted to die right there.

Taylor never moved, never gave any sign that she was anything but asleep, so after a few minutes, I closed my eyes and went to sleep myself. That was one of the most erotic moments of my life!

That was just a few nights ago, and I’ve been thinking about it since. Of course, the guys I talked to on the Lit forums want me to go for it, but this is my best friend we’re talking about here. If I mess it up, I’m out a friend, and I’ll have to deal with all the drama that comes with it.

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Carla, the ex-wife and I are still friendly. Even better she’s still up for the occasional down and dirty hook-up. She owns an interest in and manages a couple of local dive bars. She maintains the majority owner is an OK guy, other than his occasionally becoming this penny-pinching, purse strings clutching ogre. He can drive her absolutely bat shit crazy. But then, at least in my opinion that’s one monumental understatement.

Sometimes I get the call. Usually all I have to do is listen, make soothing noises, and if I’m lucky take her mind off things with a good hard fuck. However, that wasn’t the case last time around. I listened alright and even made the appropriate noises, only I made them from the passenger’s seat of Carla’s Porsche Boxster as we raced Northward, up the coast on Highway one. And, we didn’t get around to that good hard fuck until the middle of that road trip. It was worth the wait.

I took the call on a Thursday evening. An irate Carla, spitting and yowling like an aggrieved cat barely managed a yowled “It’s me,” before she was off on a rant. I started to pay attention when I heard “The fucking cheap-skate finally got tired of my bitching; and then, like no shit he practically ordered me to take the weekend off.” She paused, and I jumped in.

“Unreal,” I exclaimed. “Don’t tell me; you’re planning to run-off for a wild weekend of sex with one of your boy-toys. No, wait; maybe it’ll be with one of your pussy-munching gal-pals,” I teased.

“Asshole” was the Ex’s instantaneous rejoinder. But then, she followed that up with a half-snarled “Well if you’re up for it, which means if you’re up for keeping me distracted, throw a change of clothes in a bag. Be ready bucko! Just let me get this fucking Bar closed, dash home, pack a bag, and oh Hell yes, I’ll be by to pick you up!” So of course, I was already thinking road trip when she said “What I’m thinking is a run up the coast and then maybe up in to the hills above Santa Barbara. Something like that; butt, who the fuck knows?”

Where didn’t matter much to me. After all, any somewhere would have a Hotel, or at least a Motel, which meant a bed and the chance to get Carla naked and horizontal. So of course, I quickly declared “Road trip, well yeah, I’m always up for a road trip!”

In College, for my crowd of party-minded crazies anyway, the road trip became a somewhat hallowed tradition. Sometimes it was nothing more than a beer fueled run through one canyon or another, perhaps with a moonlit snipe hunt on tap. Then again, sometimes it was a run up the hill for a visit to one of the local mountain resorts. And, when wild and crazy was the call there were runs south, across the Mexican border in to Tijuana. Best of all though were the frequent last minute calls for a run across the desert, destination Las Vegas. Wherever; its viva the road trip!

It was a couple of hours later, but the squeal of brakes and the blare of her Porsche’s horn announced Carla’s arrival. Better believe it, I was ready. She popped the trunk and I tossed in my overnight bag. And, as I settled in to a cloud of pot scented smoke she pushed a fat joint in to my hand. Not wanting to appear overly eager I sucked down a hit before reaching for her. We kissed, hot, heavy, and quick. And then, without a word she was burning rubber and we were on the road. Bummer, but no one whooped road trip, oh well!

We worked our way through the nightmare of Los Angeles traffic, caught US-1 and headed north. Mostly, and I’m sure not complaining, but we ran North in a comfortable silence. Three plus hours and a second joint later we were winding our way up along Route 154 and for no particular reason towards Santa Maria. Breakfast was on my mind as I read off the results of my online search. I got to the listing for Santa Maria’s Holiday Inns Suites. “Suites,” barked a tired, and yeah grumpy sounding Carla. “There’s going to be a mini-bar and that works for me,” she declared before demanding directions.

We checked-in and two Tequila minis later I had Carla naked. Too bad she was comatose and snoring softly. But then, we did sleep-in, right through breakfast; and then, on past lunch. So, it was mid-afternoon when I called room service.

Carla sat, her long legs stretched out on the room’s sofa leafing through a stack of “Things to do” brochures when breakfast arrived. And, she hadn’t bothered to dress, which of course didn’t appear to bother the guy setting out our long overdue breakfast. He did sneak in quick glances, something far less dangerous than the alternative. Then, when what I knew was anything but a casual shift left bare laser smooth pussy exposed, the poor guy’s next sneaky peek lingered. Why not; after all, in anyone’s book Carla rates a long appreciative look.

The Ex is a tallish, long legged, green-eyed, raven haired woman with a lean curvy body, a year-round whole body tan, and a cock-hardening smile. She turned that smile loose as she rose gracefully from the sofa. She padded over, ignoring a bowl of granola eskort bayan gorukle and fruit as she snatched a strip of bacon from my plate. Then, as she nibbled, utterly shameless and having read his name tag she introduced herself. “Hi Paul, I’m Carla and the guy with the big grin is my sometimes boyfriend Doug. And here’s the thing Paul, we’re bored. OK, and actually I’m horny, bored, and curious.” What does she have in mind, I wondered. And, I wasn’t sure whether to be disappointed or relieved when all she did was ask a blushing Paul if Santa Maria had a sex shop. Paul said there was, still ogling Carla as he gave me directions. The unlucky guy didn’t get “Lucky,” but he did get a big tip.

We tucked in, and while I ate my downsized breakfast, I listened attentively as Carla told me what would make her happy. So, later, as she worked in a workout in the Hotel’s gym, I was downtown perusing the shelves of Santa Maria’s one and only sex shop. While she hadn’t come right out and said it, I know my ex. She was both horny and bored; so, I was on the hunt for more than a kinky medley of sex toys. But, even knowing she would happily settle for an open-minded boy-toy, what were the odds on my coming up with a playmate of either sex? Seriously, she should have gone herself.

For the unlucky guy from room service it had been a case of wrong place-wrong time. As for me, well I should have bought a lottery ticket. That sex shop didn’t sell them, but there was this cute but distracted sales girl named Lori. And, if Lori hadn’t been busy texting and ignoring a needy customer, I wouldn’t have met Cindy. And if Cindy hadn’t asked “Why that one,” I wouldn’t have wound up telling her just why I had picked out the gleaming purple dildo harness dangling from my hand. But, I did, and Lori who had overheard got interested.

Cindy considered her options, and I considered the possibilities. Well, rejection being much more explainable than a mere lack of balls, I went for it. And, never mind all the times she had declined some customer’s tacky proposition, to my utter surprise not only did Lori fail to blow off my nervously delivered invitation to a “Friendly three-way,” she responded with what sounded to me like an enthusiastic “Well…maybe!” Yeah, well it couldn’t have hurt that by then I had sold Cindy on, not just a harness, but a pair of dildos, two silver bullet vibrators, and a bottle of lube. An hour or so later, Lori rang up the same for me, only grinning shyly when I tossed in a pair of soft leather wrist restraints. Then, having hesitantly agreed to give Carla a call, and then having talked things over with her, her shift over, Lori and I headed for that Holiday Inn suite.

The suite’s lights were on and music played. So, I figured Carla was back from the gym. I paused in the entryway, wondering just what sort of dramatic, over the top entry the Ex had planned. For starters, Lori and I were overdressed.

Lori had on a short black leather mini-skirt and an emerald green Cami. And, by then I already knew there was a killer ass hiding under that short leather skirt. Lori’s shoulder length hair was a sun streaked blonde. Like Carla her eyes were green. She was tan, and as I would learn, tan all over. But, by then I would be ogling a tantalizingly sexy pair of firm provocatively upturned breasts, areola and thick rigidly jutting nipples both dark as milk chocolate against that tan. Was she a natural blonde? There turned out to be a lack of evidence. And, I never got around to asking.

Carla strode in from the bedroom. She stopped, struck a pose, and oh my God, there should have been a spotlight. Her green eyed stare leveled squarely on Lori, she smiled, her grin seductive and dangerous. She stood there at ease, hip-shot, her hands behind her back. And, she was just utterly heart-stoppingly sexy, topless, a pair of filmy black silk harem style pants barely clinging to her hips. “Doug was right,” she purred. “You’re gorgeous… and you’re overdressed!”

Almost, but not quite frozen in place, Lori cocked her head to one side and blew out a long slow breath. It almost hid her “Ooh, wow!”

Time slowed, and for an eternity silence ruled. Then, after a low and throaty chuckle, Carla suggested “Doug honey, why don’t you help Lori to, well, get more comfortable?”

Afraid of tripping over my tongue, I skipped the unnecessary “On it.” But, I did collect the small back pack Lori had dropped by the door. I dropped it and the bag of sex toys I’d been carrying on one of the suite’s mini-sofas.

Lori, who had followed me, stood there matching stares with Carla. And, seeing as how it was still my move, I stepped around behind her. Reaching around, I caressed the soft silky smooth of her midriff as I prepared to pull her shimmery cami top up and off over her head. And, when I did, it was Carla’s turn to suck in a softly gasped “Ooh!” Lori arched her head back invitingly, but I was already cupping what sure felt like 34-C’s in my hands. My thumbs flicked over mudanya escort hard aroused nipples, while my lips danced teasingly over an ear.

I knew it had to be killing her, but Carla just stood there looking mesmerized as she slowly swirled the tip of her tongue over wetly glistening lips. Then, when she didn’t step in, I dropped to my knees. I almost made Lori’s panties my next target. And, maybe it would have driven the Ex right up the fucking wall. Yeah maybe; but, I reached for her skirt’s zipper. Down came the zipper, and down came the skirt. It joined the back pack, cami, and bag of goodies on the sofa. That left me with a lacy red thong to deal with. And, with it, I took my time.

Lori waited, nearly naked, her hands clasped behind her back. My fingers were hooked in her thong’s lacy waistband. Then, as I teased soft feathery kisses across each of her bare, sweetly rounded ass cheeks, she panted out sharp quick gasps. I began to work her thong down, all the while teasing the flicking tip of my tongue down that sweet ass’s cleft. I looked up and in to Carla’s eyes, eyes smoldering with barely restrained desire. It worked for me, so as I continued to slide that thong downward, kisses and my caressing tongue followed. And then, when I had Lori naked it was all I could do not to pull her around and bury my face between her thighs. But, it would have been the wrong move, dangerous too!

It was Carla’s move, or so I had it figured. But, as I stood there, slowly shaking my head it was Lori who broke the silence. “You know it’s not fair,” she challenged without even a hint of pout. “I mean, I’m naked; and well, you’re not!” I knew Lori hadn’t been talking to me; after all, just then I was nothing more than a handy tool.

“Well then,” I heard Carla growl. “Why don’t you do something about it?”

Lori used up an absolute universe of time divesting Carla of those silky harem pants. She knelt, working them down one inch at a time, one side at a time. I’m pretty sure she kissed every inch of freshly exposed skin too. Those pants came off and Carla was naked. Going for it, with her busy hands exploring the exquisite curves of Carla’s ass, she slowly and seductively licked and kissed her way up and down a pair of conveniently well-spread thighs. Then, her upturned face was between those thighs, and Carla was gasping explosive oohs.

On the phone Lori had told my Ex she’d never been with a woman; so, I knew what Carla meant when she growled a breathy “Liar!” When Lori didn’t answer the challenge, Carla chuckled. And then, calculatingly opening herself up to Lori’s questing tongue, she swung a foot up and settled it on her shoulder. I’d watched my Ex work that position, riding more than one lover’s tongue to a loud, sometimes exaggeratedly theatrical orgasm. This time, wanting to do more than play spectator, I quickly undressed. Unfortunately, that left me the only one aware of the new tool in the game, a hot, fully erect, iron hard cock ready and eager to join in the fun.

Where the fun was, was where the ladies were. So, I ambled over, stepped up behind Carla, the hot hard length of my cock pressing in to the smooth silky cleft of her ass as I reached for her tits. And, after my nipple pinching fingers had torn a couple of yelped yes’s out of her, I let my cock slip down and between her thighs. I had to bend my knees, and even then I could only push a couple inches of cock in to her pussy’s wet heat. It wouldn’t do, and couldn’t last. But, I could wait. Sure I could; but only because I really didn’t want to interfere with Lori’s clit teasing tongue. So, I amused myself by jabbing short twisting thrusts in to my ex. A few of those jabs skipped past the Ex’s slippery opening, sliding right on past Lori’s tongue and on in to her mouth. No one called me on it; but yeah, some of those misses were intentional. And yes; knowing Lori could taste Carla on my cock added a tantalizingly wicked thrill. Even better, I told myself. Soon enough, with any luck she’ll be getting the taste of precum too. Anyway, Lori’s tongue and my lunging half-thrusts quickly had Carla moaning yeses. And, she sure wasn’t talking to me as her screams ordered “Do it, do it, do it!”

The Ex liked it; well, sometimes she liked it. So, with that first orgasm shuddering through her, I caught a fistful of hair and forcefully pulled her head back. I could only push a couple inches in to her, but I was rotating my hips and fucking her hard when I felt her pussy liquefy and go molten. I held back, hoping Carla wouldn’t try for seconds. Uh-huh, so imagine my relief when she gasped an insistent “Harder!” Why; simple, because even more than I wanted to pound hard cock in to my gasping Ex, I couldn’t wait to pull out and cum in Lori’s mouth.

No need to read my mind; nope, Carla knew me. So, it was a teammate who batted my hand aside, laughing as she pivoted and spun away. She didn’t go far quickly stepping back in, actually kissing me as Lori’s soft lips slithered slowly bursa evi olan escort down, finally stopping clamped around my fully engulfed cock’s base. And then, Carla was behind her, hands gently securing her head, laughing again as she squealed a challenging “Do it Doug, oh God yes, fuck her mouth!”

It wasn’t my fault. No really, holding back was out of the question. Naturally; I mean of course the lady liked having her mouth fucked, even by some half-crazed guy apparently intent on repeatedly planting seven inches of hard cock eight inches deep in her throat. Anyway, it was a short fuck. Yeah, and who cared? I didn’t; after all, the head of my dick was in Lori’s throat when it erupted cum. Even better, Carla’s firm hold made sure every one of my hard deep follow up thrusts sent another spurt splashing straight in to that throat.

Her job done, and her timing perfect, Carla danced away, clapping as she whooped “OK, and now it’s Lori’s turn!”

Lori whooped “Woowoo,” and then she began to laugh. I was left shaking my head as I helped her to stand. I mean, just what was so fucking funny anyway? But then, being sort of captivated by the smudge of cum glistening on her cheek, I didn’t much care. And, it sure didn’t keep me from kissing her. Pretty much blowing my mind she wrapped her arms around my neck, whispered “Thank you,” and then damn near scalded my lips with a thoroughly wicked kiss.

Carla barked “Come on-come on,” and Lori spun out of my arms. But, Lori had yelped. So, maybe it was because the Ex had cracked a wicked swat off her bare ass. Whatever, Carla had the bag of sex toys in one hand, easily dodging Lori’s counterattack as she declared “Move it you two; there’s a bed, and I have plans for it!”

In the bedroom, and after a wisecracking “Lie down, this won’t hurt a bit,” Carla jabbed a finger at the rooms king-size bed. Obviously she wasn’t talking to me, so I got out of the way. I wound up watching from the foot of the bed, where I stared at Lori’s deliberately and ostentatiously exposed pussy. I mean, the ballsy hottie’s legs were spread wide leaving bare wetly glistening pussy utterly and shamelessly exposed. Still, my eyes were busily multitasking. That meant I somehow caught Carla pulling the bigger purple dildo out of the bag and then slip it in to the shiny purple harness. Then, in a move I didn’t expect, after huffing out a theatrical sigh, instead of strapping it on she tossed it on to the nightstand. Not getting it, all I could do was shrug as I watched her add the smaller dildo, the lube, and the two silver bullet vibrators to a growing pile. Then, I thought I got it. At least it made more sense when she held up the soft leather wrist restraints and whooped “Ooh yeah, this works!”

My Ex was holding those leather restraints as I watched her climb on to the bed. She knelt straddling one of Lori’s thighs. I stayed put, thankful for the mirrored closet doors. Not only did I get a look at Carla’s laser bright lust powered stare, I had two views of her knee doing an erotic dance up between her panting playmate’s thighs. Fuck no, it wasn’t Envy; but, it was a serious case of unadulterated lust fueled desire. I mean so what if Lori’s hot wet pussy was slip-sliding over the Ex’s knee instead of my face? I could be patient, and anyway, I really didn’t mind playing spectator.

Spectate I did, watching as Lori writhed, grinding against Carla’s gyrating knee. Her eyes were scrunched shut and she was whimpering soft moans of pleasure. So, she didn’t see Carla toss me the leather restraints. But, those eyes popped open when Carla leaned in and caught her wrists. Then, when the Ex stretched to pin Lori’s wrists above her head, leaving the Ex’s pussy exposed, distended labia peeled back from an unmistakably just fucked vagina, all I could do was groan. So, while Carla ravaged Lori’s mouth with passion powered kisses, I briefly fantasized about all the wondrous things I could have been doing to the Ex’s spectacularly exposed pussy. Busily indulging her own fantasy, Carla sat back, still on her knees and still straddling Lori’s wet, pussy slickened thigh. And her growled “Leave them right there,” left no doubt about what she meant.

Lori lay stretched out hands above her head as my grinning Ex hissed “Their now, all you have to do is cum!” And then, when she reached down to roughly drive a pair of fingers in to her expectant playmate’s pussy; well, I wasn’t the only one who sucked in a sharp gasp. Those fingers began to piston, slow, and then faster. And, all I could do was watch, fascinated as Carla’s wickedly twisting rapid-fire penetrations left her fingers drenched and damn near dripping.

Lori’s hands stayed put even as she began to buck. Her hips rocked-up, her gasped pants audible as she took Carla’s plunging fingers deep. Then, those pistoning fingers began to slow, still rotating as Carla began to work Lori’s clit over with a fast circling thumb. She likes doing a woman one-handed, and it wasn’t my first time watching her do it either. I’d just never seen her skip the tease. But, like maybe she thought there was a prize for quick, she just flat out took Lori. Anyway, while I watched and listened Lori exploded in to a back-bowing orgasm, her second one so loud I briefly, very briefly worried about Hotel Security.

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