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I decided I was going to join a gym. I wanted to lose fifteen pounds or so and I wanted to tone up my body. I joined a nearby gym and I didn’t want to waste my efforts. I was able to choose Ray as my trainer. Ray looked to be in his early twenties and he looked fit and muscular. I have to admit I was attracted to Ray. I wasn’t getting any sex at home and I couldn’t take my eyes from Ray’s body.

When we worked out, my eyes were on Ray’s shorts. More to the point, I was looking at his cock bulge. I know I was getting wet between my legs. After a few sessions I got the nerve up to ask Ray out for coffee. Ray said we could go and do that. We drove to a nearby coffee shop and I found out more about Ray. Ray told me he had just finished college. He was waiting to hear back on some jobs that he applied to. I told Ray about my personal life. I said that my marriage wasn’t working out these days.

I guess I was a little surprised when Ray invited me back to his apartment. I took up his offer and we ended up back at his place. We no sooner walked through the door when Ray moved close to me and kissed me. He told me I had been on his mind lately. I said I had thought about him as well. I know I shouldn’t have been thinking like this. I was thirty-five years old at the time and still married. I just had to be near someone who showed me some attention.

As we kissed Ray placed his hands on the outside of my shirt. I do have fairly big breasts and Ray started to squeeze them. What can I say, I let myself go and gave into Ray. We soon moved back to Ray’s bedroom. We didn’t waste any time getting undressed. I got onto the bed and watched as Ray stripped down. bitlis escort It was as I thought. Ray’s cock had to be at least seven inches long and he was thick. I spread my legs and Ray crawled in between.

“I like a woman who is shaved down,” he told me.

I keep my pubic hair completely cut down. I was bald down below. Ray wasted no time in sliding his tongue in between my folds. I thought I might have an orgasm right there and then. I hadn’t had sex with my husband in weeks. I wanted Ray so much. Ray slid his tongue all over my mound. He flicked his tongue all over my clit.

“Please Ray, I need you,” I told him.

Ray got up from my pussy. I could see he was already hard. Ray took hold of his dick and rubbed it across my slit. I was so worked up right then. I reached down and guided his hard prick to my opening. Ray pushed his dick inside of me. Fuck, that felt so good! Ray started out slowly. He moved his erect member in and out of my oozing pussy. I moved my legs around his back. That’s when Ray took me hard. His cock was going in and out of me like a jackhammer. I held onto his hips as he worked that thick bone in and out of my pussy.

I just remember feeling his balls hitting my ass every time he slid into me. My pussy gripped his shaft as tight as it could. I guess I just lost it and I ended up squirting my juices on Ray. Ray stopped momentarily and he pulled his cock out. I kept gushing and then Ray thrust into me again and again. My pussy was actually getting sore from that fat cock of his. I didn’t care. I just wanted him to keep fucking my pussy. I am not sure how long we went at it. It seemed like hours bolu escort had passed.

I got the feeling that Ray was getting close to unloading in me.

“It’s okay to cum in me Ray,” I told him.

Ray looked at me and he grunted a few times. A few more thrusts and Ray blew his scalding load in my belly. I just lost it right then. My pussy went into convulsions and I clamped down hard on his cock. It seemed like Ray had an endless amount of cum to give me. I know he had to have squirted at least six good shots of his cream into my pussy. Ray managed to stay hard for many minutes. He finally pulled out of me and his seed came flowing out of my hole.

I felt spent from the fucking I just took. When Ray finally caught his breath he climbed up over my face. His slimed cock was directly at my lips.

“Open up for me Ellen,” he said.

I did just as he asked. Ray slid his cock into my mouth and I cleaned him off. My husband and I never did anything like that. I took Ray deep down my throat. He was face fucking me and he managed to shoot a few more streams into my mouth. Ray finally pulled out and he collapsed besides me. I think we were both panting after our lovemaking session.

“That was so good Ellen,” he told me.

I later found out that Ray had broken up with his college girlfriend. He said he had been so horny lately. He decided to invite me back to his apartment.

“You can’t let anyone from the gym know we did this. They frown upon the trainers and clients getting together,” he told me.

My lips were sealed. I thought we were done for the day but that wasn’t the case. Ray got onto his back burdur escort and he told me to get on top of him. I mounted Ray and I lowered my cum slicked pussy onto his staff. His cock slid into my belly once more. I rode Ray as he thrust his long cock into my pussy. It felt easier this time around. Ray’s cum was sloshing around inside me still. He brought his ass up from the bed and took me hard with his dick.

I had more orgasms if that was possible. I was surprised when Ray shot more cum into my pussy. It wasn’t like the first time but I wanted every drop of his love cum inside me. After Ray emptied out inside me he reached up and squeezed my tits. That sent me over the edge one last time. I collapsed onto Ray’s chest as we tried to calm ourselves down.

That was the beginning of our love affair together. Sex was nonexistent at home. I needed Ray’s cock to make me feel like a woman. We still train together and then we end up at Ray’s apartment. Since that first time Ray has given me anal sex. I never let my husband do that to me. Ray had me get on my hands and knees. He got behind me and rubbed his cock up and down my crack. I thought he was going to enter my pussy but I was wrong.

I felt Ray’s thick monster enter my ass. I know I screamed as Ray slowly pushed his cock into my bottom. I just gave in. I had to have Ray any way possible. I was so tight down there. Ray loosened me up with his thick rod. I didn’t think I could orgasm like that but I did. When Ray exploded inside my ass I had this enormous orgasm.

We have sex a couple times a week now. I still have these doubts in the back of my mind. I am much older than Ray. What if he is just using me for sex and that is all. I want to know where we stand but I can’t bring myself to ask. The sex is so incredible and I don’t want to lose Ray. I will just keep having sex for the future and see what happens in the upcoming weeks and months.

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I am in the house doing laundry when you come in from working outside smelling of your sweat (I love that smell). You come up behind me to give me a hug, kiss the back of my neck and slide your hands inside the waistband of my jeans and press the palm of your hand against my pussy.

I lean back against you enjoying in the feel of your hands and lips on my body, allowing you better access to my neck as I tilt my head to one side. You slide your tongue along the length of my neck as you move your hands along my stomach and up to cup my breasts in your hands, pinching and teasing my nipples. I reach back and run my hands up and down along your sides, sighing in contentment, as I feel your arms tighten around me.

I turn my face around to you for a kiss, my tongue searching for yours. You turn me around as we kiss and press my body against yours. You ask if I would like to go up to the bedroom, I respond by taking your hand and leading the way upstairs.

Once upstairs you stop me and pull me close for a kiss as you start to unbutton my shirt. As you undo each button you lick the spot that is exposed. After all the buttons are open, kilis escort you grab each side of my shirt and hold it open and drink in the sight of me with your eyes. Ever so slowly you reach your hands out to my shoulders and push my shirt off to the floor.

You pull me close and kiss my mouth, my nose, my eyes and finally my forehead as you reach behind me to unclasp my bra. You lean back and pull the bra down the length of my arms and drop it next to the shirt. I close my eyes enjoying the feeling of your hands and your mouth as they find my breasts. Mmmmmmmmmmmmm so good. As you tongue licks and teases my nipples, your hands make their way down to the waistband of my jeans and undo the button and unzip the zipper.

You squat down so you are eye level with my zipper, you take a deep breath through your nose smelling how hot I am for you already. Your hands slip inside my jeans and around to my ass as you slide my jeans to the floor. I place my hands on your shoulders as you take each of my feet one at a time into your hands to help me step out of my clothes and rid me of my socks.

Once that is done kırklareli escort you lay me back on the bed and run your hands along my legs and up to my pussy which you spend a few minutes rubbing and licking through my panties, driving me wild with desire to feel you inside me. You chuckle as you like to see me squirm with this desire. You stand back from the bed and remove your clothing as I watch with fire in my eyes.

This looks drives you wild as you come back to the bed and kiss me hot and hard, pulling my panties off. You sit on the edge of the bed and reach over and start to finger my pussy, spreading my lips for your tongue. You lean over and run your tongue up and down and all over my lips and you tease my clit with your hot tongue. I grab the back of your head and grind my pussy in your face, smearing my juices all over your face. You pull back long enough to slide a finger inside of my pussy and then continue licking and sucking and just plain driving me wild. Finally I cum in a gush all over your hand and face.

You bring your hand up to my lips and run your fingers across them and slipping karabük escort your fingers in my mouth so I can taste myself on them. Then you kiss me and take away the last traces of my juices from my lips. You move your body over mine using the head of your cock to tease my pussy, making me wild with desire. I am bucking against you wanting your cock inside of me, finally you give me my hearts’ desire and enter me in one smooth thrust, mmmmmmmmm yes, yes that’s good! Deeper, stuff me full with your cock.

Feel my pussy grip your cock as you move inside of me faster and harder. Feel my pussy get tighter as I start to anticipate my orgasm, feeling it build, wanting to cum for you. Feel my pussy pulsate around your cock as my juices flow all over your cock, making me wetter and hotter for you. You stop yourself before you cum, turn me over onto my knees.

You take me from behind pounding my pussy deep and fast and hard. Yes fuck me baby make me feel that cock deep. Fuck me faster and harder, fuck me deep until you explode and empty your load in my pussy, let my pussy empty you of every last drop. You reach forward and rub my back as you begin to calm down, letting yourself enjoy the sensation of my now relaxed pussy wrapped around your cock.

We lay down on the bed to cuddle. Gently fondling each other simply because we aren’t ready to let all the sensations stop, wanting the afternoon delight to last just a little while longer.

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This is a story in three short parts. It is about two people fucking. It is about nothing else. Part one is called, “Judy Gets What She wants.

Judy gets what she wants

Judith Sinclair had it all: And she didn’t think there was anything wrong with that. For a 35-year old with a seven year old child, her body was nice and buff. Her husband made lots of money. She had a part time tech job that allowed her to work her own hours. Right now, she was making use of those hours to get what she really, really, really wanted—an earth shattering, mind blasting orgasm.

At the moment, what she was doing was urging the man above her to “heave that dick, your big, hard, thick, wonderful, pleasure-giving dick that is fucking me so good harder. Pound it even deeper into my cunt.” She was shouting it into his ear. She was sooooo close. She was not going to get less than maximum effort from him.

She’d been waiting for this good fuck for so long. Oh yes, Judy wasn’t just getting what she wanted, she was getting what she needed.

This guy was good, very good. He couldn’t have been doing better if she had paid him. She wanted his groin to be pressed against hers exactly like it was doing.

She wanted his hips never to be not moving, just as his hips were doing, bouncing down, around, in and out. And HARD,

She encouraged him as his pubic bone grinded against her clit. “Yes, just Like THAT! Yes! YES YES!”

Oh, God, She was getting the fuck that she needed. And, she was close to cumming again.

Her legs circled his butt; her arms gripped his back at his shoulder blades. She pulled him as tight as she possibly could against and into her body. “Don’t stop, don’t stop, harder,” she yelled.

Her clit sent a torrent of colors flashing up, bouncing onto her breast: Red, Yellow, Tan, Teal, Turquoise; she was overwhelmed by color: Black Chocolate, fucking Alice Blue, Green, goddamn Fuscia, for heaven’s sake.

She was cumming!!!!!!!!!

“Oh my God, Oh my God,” she said as she came. As she came and came. And came.

Whew….She looked around the hotel room they were in. Nothing much to see. It was a hotel room.

She looked up at him, Tony. That was his name, Tony Knicoski.. “Tony,” she said, “You just made my list of ten best fucks ever.” That always made the guy had been fucking her feel good.

“I wasn’t number one?” he asked,

She guessed that he was just kidding. He was smiling, but it was a sort of crooked smile. She should have realized by the way he fucked that he was a competitor. They always worked hard to get her off, the competitors did. She was feeling just a little bad that he hadn’t gotten off too. But it was getting late.

“Number one is my husband. A lot of history, practice and sentiment mixed in there. But you are among the top ten. Don’t feel bad. You were very good. Definitely, for sure. You were excellent. Baby, I saw colors when you were making me come.” She didn’t need any more of this conversation. She had had her orgasm.

There was no reason for her to hang around anymore.

She decided to act. “Oh God,” she interjected suddenly. She looked over at Tony’s wrist watch which he was still wearing to see that it was a quarter of. “I’ve got to go.” Tony was still laying on top of her, his cock was still hard, still in her cunt. She kissed him on the forehead and gave him a nudge that allowed her to her roll out from under him. “I have to take a shower.” She ran into the bathroom.

It was a quick shower. She didn’t want to get her hair wet. She got the fuck that she had wanted, needed. Now, out of here.

A towel wrapped around her waist, she walked back into the bedroom and picked up her panties. She slipped the panties up her long legs. She picked her blouse up, put it on and buttoned it. Her bra was on the floor. She put it in her purse. Didn’t need it. Was just going home. She gebze escort bent over to recover her skirt and pulled it up her legs. The pencil skirt fit nicely, snug, tight against the outside of her thighs, form fitting against her lower stomach. She sat on the chair and pulled her stockings up to the top of her thighs.

Tony hadn’t moved. He was still lying on the bed, on his side, leaning on his elbow. Jaysus, she thought, his cock was still hard.

“You want to rest?” she said, “The room is mine until six. You’re welcome to use it until then.” Her pumps were on her feet. She stood up. “You going to stay for a while?” she asked. She walked over to the bed and gave him a kiss on his cheek. He hadn’t said a word since she had gotten off the bed. She wondered if something was wrong. “Everything okay?” she asked.

Tony has wants too

“No,” he said. He sat up and his hand swept out and under her skirt. She felt his fingers move between her legs, up the smooth nylons and on to the bare skin below her panties. His hand stopped when he reached her snatch.

“Is something the matter?” she asked. “You were really great. I loved everything we did.”

This bitch is like all of them at the gym, he thought. Put him down just because he was only a bouncer. Hey, he worked hard on this muscles at the gym so he could be a bouncer. But he could see when they walked past him that he wasn’t nothing to them but a buff body. First this dame put him dpwn, “pretty good.” Shit. She had come two times, screaming at the top of her lungs and he hadn’t even once.

He still had said nothing except that one word, “no,” but his hand had moved. His fingers were now inside her panties and were pressing against her cunt.

She tried to move away, but his fingers stabbed into her cunt and hooked into her there, inside, behind where her clit was. She didn’t like how he was looking at her..

“What…” she started.

But, suddenly, he turned and pulled her down to the bed. Her face was only inches from his still hard cock. Now she was scared. “This isn’t funny. It isn’t funny at all,” she said.

“This isn’t funny at all,” he mimicked her tone and inflection. His fingers still folded and hooked hard in her cunt. “Not funny at all. You know you are a fucken skangy piece of shit, cunt. You know that?” “I don’t like this,” she said,. “Let me move”

“You mean for me to take my finger out of your cunt?”

“This is pretty close to being a rape,” she said.

“I had my hands all over your ass and my tongue down your mouth in the hotel lobby while you were checking us in. Everyone saw us getting it on. We already been fucking for more than an hour. Rape??????”

She didn’t say anything. She looked at him.

“I asked you what you were looking at.”

What could she say? Her face was inches away from his tumescent organ,. “I’m looking at your cock.” She said.

He slipped his fingers from her cunt. “Sit down,” he said.

She wasn’t frightened anymore. She sat as he told her to. In truth, she had no pressing arrangements, no where she had to be. .

“What about it? What about my cock?”

What was that about, she thought. “It’s there,” she said.

“You think that’s funny, huh?”

“No, I don’t think it’s funny.” Some of the fright that had been there and disappeared returned

“You’re sitting there and you’re looking straight at my cock, and all you got to say is that it’s there.”

Judy had absolutely no idea of what he wanted her to say, that it was beautiful? “You’re circumcised,” she said.

“No, you dumb slut.”

She looked at him. She had no idea of what to say. It was a cock. It was sort of purplish. It still had some of the slickness from when they been fucking.

“It’s still hard, you dumb cunt.” He stared at her. His anger was back in the room with them. “You think gümüşhane escort you was doin’ me a favor? Skank! Whore! Slut! You think you were doing me a big favor, allowing me to enter my cock into your smelly cunt “

This was making Judy dizzy. She knew Tony from the gym . He was always pleasant there. Always polite. They nodded hellos to each other when they crossed paths moving from one piece of equipment to another; they had never shared anything more intimate than the state of the weather. Until today, that is. She did not understand why he was being so difficult.

Today’s fuck in this hotel room hadn’t been planned, was an accident. It just happened.

She had spotted him after she walked into the coffee shop. Their eyes met. She smiled. He smiled. She sat at his table. They talked. The coffee was very tasty. She had been horny. They ended up in this hotel room— for which she had paid. Up until this moment, everything had been great. She was sure that he had been happy with the fuck. She sure had been happy.

She tried a modest smile. “I thought you enjoyed the sex. Didn’t I tell you that you were real good? I came two times.”

“Look at me!” His voice was loud.

She wondered if he meant she should look at his cock. She lifted her head as if to ask a question.

“My cock is still hard!”

So?, she thought. She waited for him to continue.

“You got off at least two times when we were fucking. You had to clean any of my cum from your cunt when you showered? I didn’t cum! You are leaving me with a case of blue balls.”

All this was beginning to make sense to Judy. He wasn’t willing to just jack off after she left or maybe while she was in the shower.

Most of the guys she had let pleasure her were okay with using their five fingers when she was through. She thought Tony would be a gentleman too. Apparently not.

She leaned forward and reached for his cock. A couple of pulls ought to do the job. “Baby wants to come?” she said, then opened her lips and sucked the purple head of his rampant organ inside to the roof her mouth She swirled her tongue against, under and around the hard shaft of his cock.

“Yeah, suck my cock,” Tony said .

Judy globbed something in reply. It was hard to make out. Her mouth was cock-filled. She slavered an answer around his cock. It sounded something like, “Grrannnnkywoogug”

He gently pushed her face from his cock. He pulled her up so that they were laying on the bed, facing each other, he still naked, she still dressed in skirt, blouse and underwear.

“Okay, I’m hard enough,” he said. I want to fuck. I want to fuck you,” he told her.

She didn’t really want anymore of this.. That would mean getting undressed and dressed again. It would mean another shower. But she didn’t see that she had a choice in this matter.

“Let me take my skirt off,” she said. Her skirt was too tight to allow her legs to spread wide enough.

“Fuck that,” Tony said. He rolled her skirt up over her hips. The skirt stayed there, wrapped around her, bunched at her waist just below her belly button.

In counterpoint to his up working of her skirt, she lifted her ass and pushed her panties down to her ankles, getting them off and onto the floor by using her toes to pull the panties off her ankles.

They each of them began to unbutton her blouse, he the top buttons, she the lower ones.

“I got you off real good,” he said. “Now it’s your turn to get me off.”

They stared at each other. “I’m gonna fuck your ass,” he said. That’s what I need to get off.”

“You said just fuck,” Judy argued.

“I changed my mind.” He lifted her legs, hooking them over his shoulders. He lined his cock up to her butt hole.

“Wait,” she said. “I need some lube there.”

“Fuck that,” he said. He spit onto his fingers and izmir escort applied that lube around her butt. He entered his cock into her ass……..

A tender fuck? Or Ain’t love great? Or not?

“You know, that hurt,” Judy said as she looked up at Tony. His cock was now out of her ass, but he remained bent over her, her legs still hooked over his shoulder, his cum wet feeling in her back side. She was feeling a little bit tired. But she was feeling a little bit more than horny.

“You didn’t seem to mind too much,” he said.

“Well, it did hurt more than it should have. At least when you started.” She wasn’t going to make a big issue of it. She had just learned that second best wasn’t good enough for him. Not good at all?

His cock was still hard. He let it slide along her vaginal slit. She was open down there. . “I’m gonna make you feel a little better,” he said. He let his hard cock push through her slit opening and into her cunt.

“You are too much,” she said though she didn’t sound as if she was complaining. She allowed a sigh to escape her lips, “Toooooooo much.”

“Slut,” he said and rubbed his cock along the pulpy lips of her inner vulva.

“Prick,” she said as she the juice from her cunt well up against her cunt lips which were wide open again.

“I’m gonna fuck you just like the whore you are,” he said and slammed his cock into her pussy. “Grrrr,” he added.

“Do your best, fucker,” she answered and thrust her hips upward hard against his groin. This was like a game of ‘dozens’ she thought.

“Cunt,” he said, slapped his cock in and out of her wet hollow.

“Handjob,” she said closing her legs together and grabbing his cock with her kegel exercised cunt muscles. Oh yes, that got some action from him, she thought. He rammed his hard organ deep into her and held her body still while he ground his groin against hers. “Ahhhaa,” she added to the noise of squishing and slushing sweaty bodies slamming into each other.

“Ho,” he yelled. Her clit caught fire. She grabbed his head, pulled his head down and forced her tongue into his mouth. “Ho,ho….HO Ho,” he was shouting, half calling her a whore, half making a santa clause laugh.

And then they began to fuck in earnest!

“Lezzie,” he sneered. He slid his cock slowly out of her hot box.

“Dickface,” she countered, grabbing his ass to force him deeper into her.

“Douchebag,” he answered, pulling his hips up and slamming them down

“Pissant,” she yelled as he clit vibrated its signal that she was cumming.

Goddamit, thought Judy, she had just come twice this time and she knew he had come twice. Yet, he was still hard.

She began to bounce her hips upwards. She’d teach him, get him to come again..

It was maybe a half hour since this fresh fuck had started Tony having his way with her and she having her way with Tony. Up and down, across the bed, off the bed, on the floor, once against the wall. They fucked fast and furious. Each of them was in good shape, but, even the hours each of them had spent on a treadmill hadn’t totally prepared either of them for the vigor of this fucking. It was fucking. What it wasn’t, was making love.

“Cumslut,” he shouted.

“Shit hole,” she yelled. This was hard work. “HarrrrrgaaaaaaaarAaara” she grunted.

The fucking continued.

“Bitch.”

“Perv.”

Finally, she came, the third, fourth time.

Then, at last, finally, he came.

They lay next to each other on the bed. She got up. She began to roll her skirt down. He tossed her blouse at her. She put it on. He reached under the blanket and pulled out her panties. He looked at them. He smelled them. “Souvenir?” he asked.

She thought for a second or two. What the hell? “Okay,” she said.

He threw the soiled panties under his pillow.

She was all dressed by now.

“I think I’ll rest a little while, shower and then check out.”

“See you at the gym,” she said.

“Yeah,” he answered, “and maybe we can get together here another time.”

She allowed herself what possibly looked like a nod of her head. Maybe a yes. Who knew? They’d find out.

The end.

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The sound of the lawn mower woke me up, and the sunlight illuminating my blinds. I stretched and ran my fingers through my hair. It was a Saturday and I was waking up in my own bed, in my own apartment, on my own schedule. I was twenty years old and this was really my first taste of freedom.

Since graduating high school two years ago I’d been living at home while I took classes at the local community college. I was trying to save some money and figure out what I wanted to do with my life, I guess. Some people just know, but for me it had taken a little while to figure out.

What I was doing now, though, was my first big step. I had enrolled for the fall at the state university (as a sophomore thanks to the classes I’d taken). I was going to major in early childhood development. I had a job as a part-time nanny that provided me with a studio apartment attached to a rambling old Victorian house in exchange for two nights and of childcare and some afterschool hours each week. I was going to be taking care of a couple of great kids and have plenty of time and space to do my own things, as well. I couldn’t have been happier.

I had kind of fallen into the job. One of my C.C. teachers had encouraged me to go to university and had hooked me up with her friend, Bill, my new boss and landlord. She said Bill needed a hand with his kids and I could consider it as a sort of experiment or internship in child development.

I had been nervous about meeting Bill and the kids, but I shouldn’t have worried. The boys were great, five and seven, energetic, bright and funny. Bill couldn’t have been more welcoming. He was a bit shy discussing his situation, but basically he and his wife were separated and divorcing. He was a writer and taught a few classes, she was some sort of minor corporate VP. I guess she had bigger plans than having a house in the suburbs and a moderately successful spouse taking care of her home and kids. She left, Bill stayed and I got a job as a nanny.

I got up and walked barefoot to the little kitchenette. It was warm so my running shorts and cami were comfortable. I made coffee and caught a glimpse at myself in the full-length mirror on the hallway wall. My tan was coming along nicely, I thought. I’ve always had great skin and the sun had lightened by brown hair a bit, too. I pouted at myself and stood up as tall as my 5’4″ frame would allow. Without make-up, a bra or heels I think most guys would describe me as “naturally pretty”. I’d been told I was cute in a girl-next-door way. If I was being honest, my best assets were my breasts and hips. C-cups boobs on my frame looked pretty darn impressive and my nipples always seemed ready to poke out, whether it was chilly or not. My hips were a little wider than I liked, but my ex-boyfriend said they were a perfect fit for him. In the mirror I cupped my breasts and ran my hands over my boobs. Hard nipples instantly; they were hard-wired to my belly and I immediately felt warm and fluttery.

I thought for a second about going back to bed and van escort pulling up a video on my laptop, but I had too much to do. While the coffee brewed I showered, trimmed my bikini line because I was going to the lake with Bill and the boys today, and got dressed. I wasn’t sure what to expect so I wore a pair of khaki cut-offs and a t-shirt, with a simple cotton bra and panty set. I packed a bag with my suit and towel and headed downstairs to meet the men of the house.

The lake was about a 30-minute drive from the house, so I chatted with Bill and the boys a bit. Bill was nice. He was about 40 years old, fit in the way of an ex-athlete (he told me he’d been a high school wrestler, but hadn’t competed in college) and funny. He’d already mowed the lawn that morning and he had that kind of outdoorsy tan that comes from actually working in the sun. Between his sense of humor, obvious love of his boys and his startling blue eyes I was enchanted. I’d always had a thing for older guys and, not that I’d doing anything to jeopardize my job, Bill could easily make his way into my nightly fantasy sessions.

As these thoughts distracted me I felt Bill’s eyes on me. I looked down and saw that the seatbelt was cutting my cleavage and emphasizing my boobs. Of course, my nipples had perked out at the thought of my nightly masturbation sessions and I caught Bill checking me out. He quickly turned red and his eyes returned to the road. I smiled to myself. Well, I was 20 years old and single, a little flirting couldn’t hurt, could it?

We had a great day at the lake and the boys were asleep in the car by the time we got home. Bill brought the kids in and asked me to stay for a minute. We had planned on grilling for dinner, but with the boys asleep I wasn’t sure what the plan would be. I could always go up to my place, make some Ramen and watch Netflix. When Bill came down he asked me to stay, though. He said he already had dinner planned and it would be a shame to eat alone. We’d had such a great day I quickly agreed. He asked me to make a salad and began grilling a steak. To my surprise he opened a bottle of white wine and poured us each a glass. I’m only 20 and he is my boss, so I felt a bit funny drinking with him, but it seemed like a civilized and adult thing to do. I had a glass while making dinner and a glass sitting on the patio watching Bill finish the steak. Between the sun, the long day and the alcohol I must have dozed off.

I woke with a start when I felt Bill’s light touch on my shoulder. “Adrienne, are you OK? We can take a rain check if you’re too pooped for dinner.”

I blushed a little at his touch. For some reason it affected me strongly. I’d felt a little “zing” go through my belly when he touched me. It was the same feeling I’d had once or twice earlier today, as well, when we’d accidentally touched on the beach or in the water.

“No. IÕm fine, Bill. Just a little too much sun.” I smiled at him and he smiled back. Dinner was served and we chatted about nothing yalova escort in particular. Bill laughed at my jokes and I laughed at his. When he smiled little crinkles appeared at the corners of his eyes and dimples broke out on his cheeks. He had a kind face, darkening now in the shadows of the twilight and with just the hint of end-of-the-day stubble. As I looked at his face the thought of those cheeks rubbing against my cheeks jumped into my mind. I must have stopped talking because Bill looked at me in silence. “Oh I said, embarrassed, “I should probably go.”

“Um, yeah. I guess. Adrienne, it’s nice to have you here. The boys and I have been alone for awhile and,” Bill stopped talking and looked up at the sky, “I think weÕre all going to enjoy you being here with us.”

He looked so vulnerable when he said that. I realized that he was probably pretty lonely here. It was shocking to think that this attractive man should feel so alone. I stood and he stood. Without thinking about it I impulsively hugged him. I don’t know what made me do it. It just seemed like the right thing to do. The problem was Bill hugged me back.

As soon as I felt his arms wrap around me I knew I wanted to be closer to this man. I squeezed a little tighter and heard a soft moan escape my mouth. Bill was taller than me and his face nestled in my hair. I could hear and feel his breath on neck and head. I tilted my face to his and we kissed lightly.

It wasn’t a passionate kiss, that came later, but it was a perfect kiss. The minute his lips touched mine I felt warmth spreading through my hips and belly. I knew if we separated my nipples would be hard again. I kissed him again and again, opening my mouth and tasting his lips and tongue.

Bill’s hands roamed through my hair and down my back. One hand skated across my hip and slowly and lightly cupped my bottom. I was still wearing my cut-offs and I felt his fingertips on the skin of the back of my thigh.

“Ahhh,” I moaned into his mouth. I was feeling warm and wet and light-headed. Bill pushed a gap between us and brought his right hand to my breast, his left still cupping my ass. He kissed my neck as he pulled on my nipple through my shirt. I wanted this man. I wanted him inside of me and to go down on me. I wanted his hands on every inch of my body. I don’t know what had come over me, but I was like a woman possessed as I grabbed the back of his head and pulled his face down to my neck and chest.

As we broke apart for a breath I took Bill’s hands and led him into his house. I sat back on the big sectional couch in his living room, the room seemed hazy I wanted him so badly. With my legs spread slightly I held out my arms to him, inviting him to me. Bill kneeled on the floor between my legs and ran his hands over my hips and up sides. He caressed my breasts and pinched my nipples. I could feel the flush on my face and neck as the heat from my body radiated out.

I pulled my shirt off and reached behind me to undo my bra. As my boobs çorlu escort came free Bill smiled quickly and locked his mouth on first one and then the other nipple. I could feel myself breathing hard and I got, if possible, wetter as his tongue trailed from my breasts to my belly. He ran his mouth along the waistband of my shorts. I shifted my hips and in one motion Bill pulled off my shorts and panties. Soaked, he tossed them to floor and his mouth locked onto me. His tongue ran back and forth over my labia as he found my clitoris first with his finger and then with his mouth.

“Ugh, ugh, ugh,” was all I could moan as he pushed two fingers into my wet pussy and ran his tongue around and around my clit. Over and over, I couldn’t get away from it, over and over I felt his tongue work insistently driving me to the edge of coming, his fingers pistoning in and out of me, making wet sounds I could hear over my moans. “I’m coming!” I gasped and pulled his face into me with both hands as my legs clamped around his head. I jerked and twitched. I don’t think I’d ever cum as hard or as long.

When I recovered my breath and opened my legs Bill sat back on the floor and looked up at me. He was smiling and his chin and dimples were wet with my fluids. I lay back, spent; my legs open just showing myself to him. My fingers lightly playing with my trimmed, now matted, pubic hair.

“Get your clothes off.” I said, surprising myself at how forceful my tone was. Bill stripped his shirt and dropped his shorts and boxers. His cock was hard and beautiful. I was surprised to see he was totally shaved, I’d never seen that in real life before. It made his dick stand out and I loved how smooth his balls looked. I sat up and pulled him to me. As I took his cock in my mouth and cupped his balls I was amazed at how horny I was getting again. My pussy was wet from before and getting wetter. I sucked him into my mouth, not quite deep-throating him. I used my hand to jerk him off while my other hand toyed with my own wet pussy.

Before he could come I let his cock go with an audible pop and quickly turned on the couch pushing my hips and ass in the air toward him. It was wanton and I didn’t care. Bill didn’t waste a second and with a grunt he pushed his cock into me as hard and as far as it would go. I’d like to say we made love, but honestly we just rutted. He fucked me hard as my nipples grazed the couch and my hips shook with the force of his thrusting. I came again hard, but not as log or intensely as the first time and Bill panted, “Adrienne, I’m coming in you!” I felt him jerk as he shot into me. “Fill me up. Fill me up.” I think I said. I was pretty incoherent at that point, but eventually we slowed down and I turned to face him.

I don’t think either of us knew exactly what to say. I laughed a little and said, “Good first day in the job.” Bill laughed too and kissed my neck. I could smell my sex on him and French kissed him hard. “I’m going upstairs now.” I said, “I’ll see you and the boys in the morning.” Bill sat and watched me stand up his cock semi-soft and wet. I bent over and picked up my clothes, showing him my ass as I did so. Naked, with his cum dripping down my leg, I walked through the house up to my little studio apartment. I had a feeling this was going to be a great year.

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I was finishing up some work at school when the principal came in.?

“What are you doing here still? Don’t you have a life or anything?” He asked.?

How could I explain to the man I idolized when I was his student that I needed to be as good a teacher as he. Even 11 years later, my school crush on him hadn’t diminished. His dark brown eyes exhilarated me. The grey in his hair only highlighted his young face.

“I’m sorry Mr. D.” How could I tell him that I just wanted to impress him? “I just want to finish grading these papers and set up the lab equipment for Monday.” Hands on the tall, black table at which I was sitting, I twisted around in the metal stool. My back cracked loudly. A gentle un-tightening of muscles followed the sharp pain.

“You know, too much work makes a girl boring. Go, we’re the last two here. I want to lock up and turn on the alarm.”

Damn, I disappointed him; I wanted to show him that I could handle my first teaching job without a problem. The shock of obtaining this job right out of college still left me reeling two weeks into the school year.

“If you would turn on the air conditioning, then everyone would be more productive and I wouldn’t have to be here so late. Studies have shown that cooler air stimulates the brain. It’s 90 degrees out and nearly 100 inside.” I tried to make a joke, hoping that Mr. D. would laugh. Although I exaggerated a little about the temperature, for September, the weather was?exceedingly warm.

Those wonderful laugh lines appeared around his eyes.?? “Ms. Harris, if the weather bothers you so much, then you CAN wear short sleeves and needn’t wear woolen suits everyday.” I wanted to appear professional and older. My high school students weren’t much younger than I. I kept my hair in a severe bun and frankly looked very school marm-ish. My neck popped loudly as I stretched it.

? “You wouldn’t need to keep cracking your bones if you were just a little more comfortable. Here let me…” Mr. D. came up behind me and began rubbing my shoulders.

The oddness of the situation, my former fifth grade teacher and now my boss rubbing my shoulders, was mitigated by the fact that his hands felt good on my linen shirt. The wool jacket I normally wore sat on the edge of the table. His strong fingers pushed into my knotted muscles.

“Since I’ve graduated, I haven’t had a good massage,” I told Mr. D, “In college, whenever I needed a knot rubbed out, I was always able to find someone willing to help me out. Since rejoining the real world though, I haven’t been comfortable asking anyone. Thanks, Mr. D.”? His hands pressed into my flesh. I felt a heat creep though my body that had nothing to do with the weather.

“Anything for my staff, Ms. Harris.” The eternal tension held just beneath my angel bones began to leave.

“Why don’t you call me Emily any more? You call the other teachers by their first names. Mmmmm, a little harder, please.” His two hands nearly covered my entire back. My shirt moved softly under his ministrations. I felt the heat of his body against my back. I shifted in my seat so that I could squeeze my clitoris trabzon escort with my thighs.

“Why don’t you call me Tony like the rest of the staff,” he spoke into my ear. I tried to breath regularly, but gasped as my clitoris swelled and I grew wet. He was leaning against me. His cock pressed against my lower back. Although I hoped he meant to move against me, I didn’t say anything, just in case he was still just being friendly. I rocked slowly in my chair.

“Do you want me to stop?” he breathed in my ear again. The few stray hairs from my bun caught on his mouth. Not wanting to speak, I grunted. “What’s that? You want me to stop?” He began rubbing himself against my back. I could feel?him becoming hard. Pressing against him, I barely shook my head no.?? He gently flicked my ear with his tongue. I felt fire travel down my spine.

“Why, Ms. Harris, you seem a bit warm,” he murmured as he licked a bead of sweat that ran down my neck. His hands moved from my back. I pushed against him, gasping as he reached around me to rub my hard nipples. As his hands moved from my breasts downward to my stomach, he nibbled my?tight shoulder muscles.

“We’ll have to find a way to relax you,” he teased.?

Biting my lip, I tried not to call out as his hand reached between my legs. Pressing gently through my clothing, he nearly made me come then and there! The rough fabric of my skirt teased my clit. I pushed myself toward his hand. His other hand found my breasts again.

“What beautiful breasts you have, Ms. Harris.” I hated my breasts for being so small, but his hands danced on them and ignited my passion. When he ferociously pinched my nipple, I cried, not so much in pain, but in anticipation.

“Please, Mr. D. fuck me.” What in the world did I say? Oh lord, I was going to be fired for saying that?

He stopped playing with my breast and pulled his hand from my lap. Gripping my shoulders with both hands, he pulled me up and then kicked the stool away.?

“Such language, Ms. Harris. How ever should you be punished for such inappropriate language?” He leaned me against the table. He forced my cheek against the cold hard surface then pulled my skirt up to my hips.

“Ms. Harris, a G-String. I do not think that that is part of the dress code.” My ass stung from the first slap. I never thought … By the fifth slap, my right cheek was hot, but the rest of my body felt like an exploding. When I tried to stimulate my clitoris, Mr. D. pulled my hand away.

“Uh-uh, naughty girls don’t deserve to play. But good boys can…” I heard him open his pants. His cock felt huge as it entered me from behind. He rammed himself hard into me.

I had never had sex without a condom before. I could feel his hot skin move inside of me. The tip of his penis seemed to tickle and rub. As he pushed himself further and further inside of me, I could feel him growing. The soft, spongy tip of him hit my cervix painfully. “Oh… Oh… I nev…” I couldn’t think straight. I just wanted more.

“You’re a virgin,” he huffed in my ear.

Screaming “Oh, God! Yes!” I orgasmed; tunceli escort my hot juices flowed down my leg.

“Let’s make it last then…” Even if I could think straight enough to enlighten him about the truth, I don’t think that I would have. Laughing, he pulled his magnificent member from me.

“Don’t worry,” he crooned as I whimpered at my emptiness, “I’ll fill you back up.” At first he only put one finger inside of me. I could hear the squish of myself as he played. “Not enough? Let’s see what will fit.”

I could only lay panting with my face against the table as one by one he added all of his fingers. Moving them independently of each other, Mr. D. found THE spot. Without any control of myself, my entire body began spasming. My jaw shivered and I couldn’t keep still.

My back arched as alternating torrents of fire and ice ravished my body. I heard laughing and was surprised to find that I was laughing. After an eternity that did not last long enough, Mr. D. stopped.

“Should I practice my technique?” he asked petulantly. When I tried to turn to look at him and explain that I had no control over myself, I nearly fell. My legs felt like the cafeteria Jell-O.

Mr. D. grabbed me, turned me around and held me up. “None of that now. I wouldn’t want to explain this to worker’s compensation.”

For the first time since we began, I could look into his face. The creases that showed how much he enjoyed life were chiseled more deeply beside his eyes than normal. His twinkling eyes captured my own.

Despite the recent roughness, he kissed my lips softly and gently. He grabbed my waist and lifted me onto the table. He ran his wet fingers down my cheek. I could smell myself on him. Normally I think that I smell nasty, but smelling myself on his hands became an aphrodisiac.

Slyly, I looked at his hard cock. It was enormous. I thought that I was imagining things! Tentatively, I touched it. He dick was sticky with my fluids. I couldn’t reach around him with one hand and he was long.

“So THAT is your ruler for bad girls,” I teased.

He smiled at me.

“Do you want it?” he asked. When I nodded he said, “Then call me Tony, Ms. Harris.”

Stunned, I couldn’t say anything. I just blinked. Spreading my legs open, he rubbed my labia with his magnificent beast.

“Say it.” The imp in me made me refuse. He gently pulled my soft folds open. My swollen clitoris leapt out of its hiding place like a hungry nestling. He actually put my clitoris into the hole at the end of his penis!

“So, this is what it feels like to be the woman?” I bit my lips shut as he rubbed my clit. My bottom lip bled as waves of pleasure nearly overwhelmed me.

He slowly and gently put the tip of his cock into my opening. Moaning, I closed my eyes. I tried to press him into me, but he pulled away. Teasingly, he pressed shallowly into me. I could feel him opening me; then he stopped.

“Say it.” Again, I refused his simple request. How he kept just the tip inside of me, I don’t know. The man must have the patience of a monk. The movement uşak escort of his little head as it teased and stretched at my wet recesses nearly made me come again. When I was about to climax he stopped.

“What do you need to say,” he laughed.

“Please…” I whimpered. I thrust my hips toward him, pulled him into me with my legs. To forestall my movements, he gabbed my hips and just held me so I could feel him throbbing inside of me, but couldn’t move.

“Please, what?” He laughed. I saw desire in his eyes, but he refused to give in. My blouse stuck to my skin. The beads of sweat that ran between my breasts gave me pleasure, but not the release I desired.

“…Tony.” My voice was husky and full. The screams torn from it earlier made my throat feel like it was roughed with sandpaper. He pulled away from me and thrust himself deeply once. I could barely breathe; he held me closely.

“Say it louder,” he breathed in my ear. Each time I said “Tony” he pulled out and thrust one single time. Our bodies clapped together again and again. Soon all I could get out was “T-ohhh…” before he pounded himself back into me. He began to breath raggedly and I could see the muscles of his stomach contract and relax quickly.

“Where do you want it?” He moaned at me. Where? I was enjoying it where it was. “Tell me before it’s too late.” My only answer was to fall back on the table and drag him with me. My legs trapped him on top of me. My hips ground into his. We couldn’t contain our moans and I heard my voice echo through the empty hallway. He tried to pull away from me, but I held him tightly while rotating my hips to enjoy myself better. A moment before I felt the wonderful little death, Mr. D. … Tony gasped and his eyes glazed over.

I felt his hot semen invade me. It burned and itched. Despite his ejaculation, he didn’t immediately shrink. I was able to move myself left and right until I felt something I never had before. I felt like I was doused in warm water. My eyes rolled to the back of my head and … I just cannot describe it.

Few women are blessed with the ability to have female ejaculation. I always thought that I was not one of them. That evening, I was proven wrong. Afterwards I couldn’t move. I felt more than just the “little death” after sex; I no longer inhabited my own body. Mr. D. collapsed on top of me. I breathed in his breath. I could still feel my slick walls gripping and releasing his cock, which still nestled in my dark nether area. He looked at me with surprise,

“I’ve never felt anything like that,” he said as he nuzzled my neck.

I couldn’t reply. I needed to concentrate just to breath. Mr. D. pulled himself off me and stood by the table. Gazing at me, he redressed.

Pointing at a small bloodstain on his once crisp, white shirt, I tried to ask what happened, but my tongue was too heavy to move.

“You did that. Don’t you remember biting me?” I honestly hadn’t. “Emily, it seems that you’ve drenched a few of your students’ papers.” He picked up the sodden papers. “You can’t give them back to your students like this. Tell them that you gave them to me to look over.” Those sparkling eyes belied his stern tone.

“Yes, Mr. D.,” I gasped as my leaden hands tried to straighten my clothing.

As he bent to kiss my lips, he scolded “Tony.”

Pulling him down for a deeper kiss, I murmured into his mouth, “Yes, Tony.”

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This is the first time I’ve submitted an erotic story, I hope it’s good enough for here and you all enjoy it.

*****

We staggered home from a wild Halloween night, glowing in the light of excess sugar and alcohol. I crashed down on the sofa, kicking off my shoes and scratching at the werewolf make up that covered my face and hands. She stood in the doorway, looking stunning in a sexy Red Riding Hood outfit, the split in her long dress running the full length of her long legs.

“My what big eyes you have,” she purred as my eyes widened, gazing upon her sumptuous body as she pulled the lacing on the front of her bodice and her gorgeous breasts spilled out. She gracefully slunk towards me as her clothes fell to the carpet, leaving her naked except for the long silky red cloak and hood. She climbed onto my lap, her red lips smiling as her hand traced the massive bulge in my jeans as my cock strained against the denim.

My arms wrapped around her and pulled her close, we kissed deeply for what felt like hours, our hands grasping, caressing and stroking at each other. I started kissing down her neck, she purred as I worked down her soft cleavage, my hands cupping her sweet breasts. I took a nipple and began to suck, listening to her moan as it hardened in my mouth. My hand stroked the other breast, caressing the nipple, making her gasp and groan.

Lifting her up and throwing her down on the sofa, I continued to kiss down her body, over her belly and down towards her the lip of her public hair. I then began urfa escort to kiss and tease all over her mound, but carefully avoiding her sweet spot. I heard her moans become even more frantic as I kissed down her legs, spending ages on her toes as she became more and more desperate for me to return up her sleek legs.

Eventually when I knew she couldn’t take it any more, I ran my tongue slowly all the way up her pussy lips, tasting her sweet nectar as a guttural groan escaped her mouth. I spread her legs and her pussy, licking my lips gazing hungrily upon her hot wetness. My werewolf face paint was smeared all over her as I delved into her, my tongue caressing every millimeter of her pussy, tracing her lips and tickling her clit. She dug her fingers into my hair and groaned, her hips rocking against me, trying to drive my face deeper. Her moans gained pace, her hips shuddering as her orgasm crested and roared through her. A deep growl turning into a long sigh as the pulses of pleasure subsided. She smiled, glowing with contentment as I kissed my way back up her, kissing her deeply on the mouth, her tongue tasting her pussy on my lips, giggling and mmm-ing at her own sweet taste.

She slid out from under me, pushing me back onto the seat as she knelt on the floor and unbuckled my belt. She looked up at me with a devilish grin, gently stroking my cock through my jeans, watching the sweat bead on my brow as she teased my raging hard on. Ever so slowly she undid the buttons on my jeans, relishing my sivas escort whimpers at every turn. As she opened my jeans my cock sprang out of the flies on my boxers, splattering a few drops of pre-cum on her cheek.

With a giggle she ran her tongue over the very tip of my cock, smiling at the gasp that escaped me, my eyes fluttering at the sudden pleasure. Her tongue danced over the swollen head, sending my mind reeling as her lips parted over my cock and traveled ever so slowly all the way down its length. She expertly worked her beautiful mouth over my rock hard member, gazing with lustful eyes at each other, grinning with mischief, loving every second. I could feel my engorged balls tightening, desperate to fill her mouth or cover her gorgeous face in hot cum. But I knew where I wanted my cum to go.

Cradling her face, I stood up and spun around her, gently lifting her up so she was on all fours, being a werewolf tonight I was going to take her doggy style. Knowing what I wanted she pushed her gorgeous arse up at me and wiggled it cheekily, my hands caressed the gorgeous curves of her bottom as I lined my cock with her dripping pussy. I teased her with the head of my cock, running it over her pussy lips before slowly pushing it into her tight wet hole. She moaned as her pussy stretched around me, as I went slowly deeper and deeper, all the way to the hilt. I pumped slowly going all the way in and out, savoring every moment. I put my arms around her and lent back, pulling her against my chest. tekirdağ escort One of my hands caressed her breasts, whilst the other slid between her thighs and stroked her clit, all while she rocked down on to my cock. I kissed the back of her neck, building the pace, our moans and gasps joining in unison as we fucked like animals.

“Harder,” she growled and I pushed her front to the floor, angling her arse up. I started to pound her hard, both of us growling as we fucked. Looking down at my cock sliding into her I could see her tight little arsehole looking all alone and unloved. Running a finger around the soaked edges of her pussy, I smeared some of juices around the edge of her arsehole causing her to gasp and shudder as she rocked harder against my cock. I positioned my finger so our thrusting would push it’s tip to slowly widening that tight little hole.

With a hard push she drove her hungry arse onto my finger, with a groan it drove inside, sending her into wild frenzy as she pounded both my cock and finger. I could feel her pussy tightening and her breath becoming ragged as the orgasm rose inside of her. My balls were ready to explode, so when with a feral cry she came, there was nothing I could do but drive myself deep inside of her a cum hard. My vision blurred as my throbbing cock sent what felt like gallons of cum into her hungry pussy, both of us growling from the force of our shared orgasm. I stayed inside her for what felt like forever, feeling the pulse of my cock entwining with the throb of her pussy.

Eventually I pulled out and we collapsed next to each other, grinning in our after glow as we tried to catch our breaths. Gently kissing and cuddling on the carpet gazing into each others eyes.

“Do have any more trick or treats in store for me?” she asked with a smile.

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Over the weekend, Andrew worked nights and I worked all day Sunday. We didn’t cross paths except at breakfast. His mood wasn’t happy, but he at least wasn’t too grumpy around me. On Monday, he was scheduled to be at the shop from 8-4, and I was trying to hide my eagerness for him to get out the door. Knowing he would be gone for a while, I planned to dig deeper (literally) into the mysteries in his closet.

I was standing at the sink, washing the same dishes over and over while Andrew slowly put on his work shoes, gathered the lunch I had prepared for him, and stepped outside. As soon as the door shut behind him, I pulled off the apron, wiped my hands on a towel and ran upstairs. I wasted no time in pulling out the half-dozen or so boxes from his closet floor. The top few I had already glanced through. I flipped through his wedding album again, this time noticing the fancy embroidered invitation pasted on the inside cover.

Next week was Penny and Andrew’s wedding anniversary. Six years next Thursday. Regardless of what the story was with his wife, his sour mood made a lot more sense now. I was thinking about the implications of this discovery when my phone rang. I set everything down on the floor and walked over to the bed, where my phone was announcing a call from a number I didn’t know. I paused a second, then scooped it up.

“Hello, this is Gina.”

“Gina, Hi! This is Mary Beth from Wellspring Services and Associates. We’ve reviewed your resume and your application and would like to talk more with you about a position at our company. Are you still interested in seeking a position?”

“YES!” I blurted out, much, much too eagerly. “I’m sorry, what I mean is, I would love to have the chance to learn more about the position. When would be a good time to come to your office?”

With amusement in her voice, Mary Beth said, “We have slots at 3 and 4pm this afternoon and at 10am and 2pm tomorrow. I was off that day and only had snooping on my schedule, so I took the 4pm interview.

I managed to stay calm as I finished the call, but as soon as I hung up, I squeezed my arms tight against my body and then spread them wide, shouting a triumphant, “YES!” Then I recollected my wits and remembered that it was only an interview, not an offer. Still, it gave me hope that my days as a sex-toy maid were numbered.

*******

I still had the whole morning and half the afternoon ahead of me, so I pulled out another box. Lots and lots of baby pictures. Seriously, who prints pictures anymore? Even four years ago, who wasn’t completely digital then? Some of the pictures were in frames, a few of which were cracked and even shattered. It was clear that someone (Penny, no doubt) had spent time hand-making some of these frames.

One especially cute one had the baby’s face in the center, outlined by a heart drawn with lipstick on the glass. Andrew and Penny’s smiling faces were on either side of her. The frame had wooden letters glued on it, reading, “Family is Love. Love is Forever.” Cute. Naive, sappy, sentimental, but cute.

It was clear I didn’t know the guy in these pictures. He had disappeared along with the woman and child, leaving a sad, tired, occasionally mopey hornball behind. It seemed to me like something had happened between Andrew and Penny, and she had left him with their daughter.

As I sat thinking about possibilities and how to confirm my suspicions, I heard my phone buzz. A text.

Are you awake? It was from Steve.

It’s 9am, do you think I’m a complete slug?

Hey, it’s your day off. You should be relaxing.

One can relax out of bed.

Yeah, but most things are better in bed. We normally didn’t text, especially not flirty ones, so I wondered what was up.

Anyway, I was thinking it was about time to collect on that drink you owe me.

Did I make a promise while drunk?

No 🙂 I helped you move. I believe there was a beverage or two promised.

Haha! I forgot. So basically you want to take me on a date that I’ll pay for? 😛

Ooh, now it’s a date. I like the way this is going!

I’ll be in town for an interview at 4. Want to celebrate with me afterwards?

Sure! Let me know when you’re done and we’ll meet up.

Sounds good. See you later…

So now I had an interview and a date today. I wasn’t that interested in Steve, but he was convenient, and I really did want some male presence in my life other than Andrew. And it got me thinking. Was there someone I could set Andrew up with? Maybe not anything too serious, but if he was getting some action elsewhere, maybe he’d need a little less of my time and energy.

I remembered Angelica and her chattering coworkers, any of whom might be giddy over the idea of an evening with Andrew. Hell, they might compete with each other over the chance to bed him first!

While my mind was picturing Angelica’s perky tits bouncing in front of Andrew’s face, I was still pulling things mersin escort out of the closet boxes. At the bottom of one box, underneath some dark roses pressed and sealed in a plastic bag, I found a manila folder with the name “Noel” written in large letters on it. I emptied the contents into my lap. A birth certificate for “Beatrice Noel,” born about 4 years earlier. Some medical reports from check-ups and vaccinations during her first few months. Cards from a baby shower. A certificate with her footprint on it.

And a death certificate. She lived to be 11 months old. She died…three years ago this Wednesday.

And now I understood why Andrew was “on a down swing” lately. The date of his daughter’s death and his wedding anniversary fell within 8 days of each other, and that time was coming up soon. Geez, Gina, it’s a wonder he hasn’t totally fallen apart. And with the holidays coming up…what a shitty time of year for him! I felt…sympathy? Pity?

These days, though I was past my hate for Andrew, my feelings towards him were still safely in the realm of disdain. But in light of this- knowing that there was such a cloud hanging over him…

And yet I couldn’t stop obsessing about his wife. I started digging faster, messier, less carefully. Where was the folder marked “Penny”? Where was her death certificate? Or where was the note from her saying that she couldn’t take the pain and had to get away and start a new life? For a brief moment, I wanted to hold Andrew and tell him that it was OK, tell him that life could be good and happy. I wanted to believe that myself. I wanted him to unload and tell me everything, not just so I could know, but so that I could share the weight of that intolerable burden.

I started to think about how I hated the month of June because of Ian, my brother. I started to think of how hard it was when the police came to the door that night when I was 12. I started to think of how Ian wasn’t the only one that died that day- the parents I had loved and needed died, too. I never saw them again; they were replaced by hollow shells that simply managed our home for 6 years until I left.

I found myself holding the picture frame that promised, “Family is Love, Love is Forever.” I thought it would be so much better to not know what you were missing, what life was denying you. I found myself crying out of pity- pity for Andrew, who was so alone, and pity for myself, who couldn’t remember not being alone.

*******

I pulled it together long enough to put everything back in boxes, even if they weren’t in the right boxes. I restored order to the closet and resolved to shift my attention to cooking lunch. Just so he didn’t get any ideas about this evening, I texted Andrew. Job interview at 4! Date with Steve afterwards. Don’t wait up.

It was about 30 minutes later when I got a reply: Happy for you. Good luck on both ventures. About 10 minutes later he followed that with, Plan on being up early tomorrow or else home tomorrow evening, please.

*******

The interview went reasonably well. I had thought ahead enough to look up the company and remind myself what they did. It was a sales job for in-home medical systems. Basically, trying to get sick and elderly people to buy products that cost more than my car. I don’t think I needed any qualifications other than a nice set of boobs and the ability to speak coherent sentences. I was not really interested in sales, and letting go of a part-time job to accept a full-time job that probably wouldn’t last seemed…unwise. They said they’d contact me later that week.

I put those thoughts on hold once Steve showed up. We had some light drinks (my treat) then headed to dinner (his treat). We went to a gourmet burger restaurant Steve had heard good things about. I felt a little overdressed, still wearing the business suit I took to the interview. Steve was dressed down, apparently not considering how I would need to be dressed. It was a bit awkward, but our casual conversation flowed just fine.

I didn’t feel very flirty or playful. There was too much on my mind. And as much as I wanted to blame that on vocational decisions, it really kept coming back to Penny, Noel, and Andrew. Steve was enough of a gentleman not to act disappointed when I told him I was tired and needed to head home. He could tell I was distracted, and I hoped he didn’t take it personally.

*******

I got home a little before nine. I walked softly up to my room and saw that Andrew’s light was still on. I took off my skirt and jacket, slipped my bra off, and sat on my recliner, legs curled up under me and arms wrapped in a self-embrace. I looked out at the moon, closed my eyes and thought of Ian. I thought of happier times and less confusing seasons. Before I knew it, a half hour had passed in stillness. As another wave of tears tried to find release, I stood up and walked to the door. Wearing only my panties and a button-down muğla escort blouse, I passed through the dimly-lit hall.

Andrew’s light still shone from under his door. I lifted my hand to knock, then paused. I closed my eyes and strengthened my resolve. I need this, I need this to take my mind off things. I need this to help me stop…feeling. Satisfied, I tapped lightly and called softly, “Andrew? Can I come in?”

Silence. Then, “Yes.”

I opened the door and stepped inside. Closing the door behind me, I leaned back against it, arms crossed behind me. Andrew was sitting on a glider in the corner of the room, glasses on, reading a classic novel. A lamp shone over his shoulder. I winced inwardly, remembering that the glider was from the baby’s room, according to photos I wasn’t supposed to have seen.

“What’s up?” he asked, trying to make eye contact but not getting much higher than my bare legs.

With my fingertips, I pushed away from the door and walked towards him. I shimmied out of my panties while I took the eight or so steps across the room. Climbing onto his lap, I found there was just enough room on the glider for my knees to slide down around his hips. Andrew reached his arm out to put his book on the nightstand, but he only succeeded in dropping it on the floor, an arms-length away. I took off his glasses and dropped them an arms-length the other direction.

Andrew looked worried, which I chalked up to being stunned at my unusual behavior. But then I noticed that, rather than the sexy, confident look I was going for, I was instead showing up teary-eyed and desperate. I started babbling, “Please don’t say anything. I just need this to help me stop…to help me take my mind off some things. I need something physical to drown out all the…everything else. I don’t want you to…I’m not…”

I held his jaw in both hands and started kissing him. He put his hand on my chest and pushed me back gently. “Gina, this won’t drown out everything else. It’ll just replace it with something else. I don’t want you to think that…”

“Just stop talking, please. Do you want me to fuck you or not?” I emphasized my point by grinding against his very hard cock, which was still buried in his pajama pants.

He looked like he was genuinely thinking about that question. Would he say no? It would be the ultimate power play- turning me away from sex when I wanted it, just to show he’s in charge. Rejecting me when I’m obviously vulnerable and needy, just to keep me in my place. Or more likely, he might say no out of some misguided sense of chivalry.

He ran his fingers through the hair on the back of my head, looked at the strands running over his hand and said distantly, “Your hair looks nice, but I liked it better when it wasn’t styled. You have this simple, natural beauty that is enchanting.”

I closed my eyes and leaned in to kiss him. I choked out a few words, “Stop…talking.” I ground myself on his lap and kissed him violently, my hips moving in circles and my hands holding our faces close. I reached down to the bottom of his shirt and pulled it up, bunching the fabric up in my fingers as I lifted. He raised his arms and pulled his head back as I completely removed the garment. Now I could run my hands all over his chest as we resumed kissing.

Our tongues did real battle, each fighting to possess the other’s mouth. My hips moved of their own accord while I closed my eyes and got lost in the sensation of his mouth on mine, his hands moving up under my shirt, one on my back and one on my side. His hand went roughly up and down my side, each time drawing a little closer to my breast, until on one upstroke he finally slid across my whole breast and held his hand there. My nipple hardened against his palm and he pressed back gently.

He pulled his hands out again and grabbed my shirt near the top button and made as if to rip the whole thing open. Thankfully, I noticed and quickly put my hands on his, saying, “No. It’s my only nice shirt.”

He huffed one little laugh and then started unbuttoning my blouse. With our mouths again on the attack and my hips pressing for as much contact with his covered cock as this position allowed, it was hard work for his thick fingers to get each little button undone. With three unfastened and two more to go, I couldn’t keep waiting to feel skin on my breasts again. I reached down and yanked the shirt open, hearing the buttons bounce off the wall. With my shirt open, I fell forward, wrapping my arms around Andrew’s neck and rubbing my breasts against his firm chest. “I guess I’ll have to take up sewing,” I whispered in his ear.

“Up,” was all he said, patting my ass with his hand. I raised myself up as far as I could, which wasn’t far, and he tried to pull his pants down. “Up,” he demanded with another pat, and I got off my knees and into a crouch. That gave him enough room to slide his pajama pants and boxer briefs down, and with a nevşehir escort few kicks, they went off to join his shirt and my panties somewhere on the floor.

Kneeling wouldn’t have worked for much penetration on the narrow glider, which was swaying back and forth with our motions, so I appreciated the new position. With my feet next to his ass, I could squat down and rub my dampening slit against his hardness. I put my arms around his neck again, like a chaste hug between friends, and I was able to feel his warm skin against me from my neck all the way down. He put his hands on my back and ass and helped me slide up and down. The motion of the glider made our movements feel even more exaggerated.

I was loving how I could press and rub against his shaft like this. I’m sure he was eager to get inside me, but first I had to see how close I could get myself to the edge. The only problem was that my legs were cramping up, being in a continued squat. I lifted first one, then the other leg and put them on the cushioned arms of the glider, resting all my weight on Andrew’s lap. This way, I could still thrust and could control my pressure and movements over him without needing to support my own weight. Plus, it caused my legs to spread, which opened my pussy up for more access- more contact with his warm, pulsing rod.

I could easily angle my hips to rub my clit along his cock. He had the presence of mind to push his hips forward and up a little, giving me even better access. I started moaning and gasping as our motion brought me faster and faster towards orgasm. My arms were still around his neck, my shirt still hanging on, covering only my back and shoulders. I felt a little like I was holding on to him for dear life while my lower body went berserk.

I needed a little something more, some extra stimulation to get me there. I pulled away from Andrew and leaned back, maintaining the constant friction against my slit that was taking me up the hill. Thrusting my breasts forward I panted, “Kiss…kiss them.”

With no delay, Andrew’s mouth and right hand were fully engaged on my nipples. With his mouth he sucked one, teasing it with his tongue. With his fingers he traced slow circles around my aureole.

It was almost enough. My breathing quickened and my moans got higher. “Mmf..yes!…please…almost…ooohhww!” When he used his teeth to gently grasp my nipple while diddling it with his tongue, I finally had my release.

With both hands I grabbed his head and pulled tight, pressing him against my chest so hard that it hurt. My hips jerked rapidly, still pushing against his firm shaft. My toes clenched and released several times in rapid succession, and my legs tried to squeeze together but were stopped by the glider.

During one of the upward jerks of my shaking hips, Andrew pushed out with his stomach, moving me just over his tip so that when I jerked downward…he was completely inside me in one motion. Once that was accomplished, he pressed firmly on my lower back, holding me in place while my walls clenched around him. The instant fullness set me to moaning and spasming a little more. An unexpected pleasure.

I don’t know how long it took me to come down from that cathartic peak. I remember leaning forward against Andrew and resting my head on his shoulder, still whimpering and moaning every few seconds, when my tunnel would squeeze him. After a few minutes for me to recover, Andrew started to gently move my body up and down against him. He paused, slowly removed my blouse and began rubbing my back. I was still shivering and jerking every few moments, beautiful aftershocks of my orgasm.

“Hold on to me, babe. I’m gonna stand up.” I again wrapped my arms around his neck and he used his hands to grip the armrests of the glider. He thrust his hips forward to get balanced, and that action drew a long moan out of me. He teetered for a moment, then got his balance. Wrapping me up in his strong arms, he carried me the few steps to his bed. Never disengaging for a moment, he pulled the sheets back with one hand, then lowered us to the bed.

Setting me down gently, with his arms still wrapped around my back, he than settled his weight down on me. My back arched and I let out a spontaneous “Yessssss” as his added weight just pushed his cock deep into me.

I was still feeling buzzed from cumming and my instincts were telling me to keep thrusting and rubbing. I started pushing my hips up against him with my legs locked behind him. With my arms rubbing up and down his back at the same time, it must have looked like I was trying to shimmy up an imaginary pole. Or not so imaginary. Andrew gave slow, measured thrusts, each one reaching me at my deepest spots and staying there while I gyrated and panted loudly.

Andrew propped himself up on his hands and watched me. I was almost in a trance- my world centered on our joined bodies in that moment and, for a few glorious minutes, nothing else mattered. My eyes were mostly closed, but I opened them slightly and squinted up at Andrew, my mouth open, panting, whimpering, half-forming words of lust and longing. I moved my hands down to his firm, well-curved ass cheeks and enjoyed the sensation of holding him tight that way, feeling their rocking motion.

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She was a quirky, different kind of beautiful – but she was beautiful. Piercing light eyes and a full smile above a small yet slightly curvy frame that drew attention immediately to her long hair that bounced playfully over her perky breasts. She wasn’t dressed sexy, but rather had already hugged him tightly several times since arriving and he had felt them pressing hard into the side of his chest. It was the same point when her breath had blown across his neck and he actually pondered whether or not he would sleep with her, given the chance.

And yes, he would.

She was his wife’s best friend, and had come in for the weekend. On one hand he knew her well, and on another he barely knew her at all. They had not spent much time together, but this weekend it would be just the three of them. She had flown in just hours ago, and they had since mostly been talking and relaxing in the living room. Laughter had been a steady stream, and wine was in equally steady supply. He had been drinking whiskey, and only at this time realized that in his nervousness he had sipped just a little too much. When she came back down to join them after changing for bed, the stir in his pants confirmed the intoxication in his skull.

Karen had put on something modest, just some yoga pants and matching tank top – but it was still hugging very tightly to her, and he struggled again with his thoughts not to go to such dirty places. He could feel his wife’s gaze on him, and knew he had been caught watching her. The look in her eyes was not one of anger.

Karen was just a natural sexy. A quirky and fun girl that was fun to talk to and clearly fun in the sack. It was hard not to want her at least a little – and his wife and talked about her openly without any hint of jealousy. He tried to keep his eyes focused forward and tried not to wonder what she felt like…or sounded like, as the talk continued.

As the night wore on, the talk turned to sex. Karen, recently single had been exploring more of the night life and as always was quite open with describing her exploits. None of this was new, or really surprised him. Karen has always been pretty open. What did surprise him was the point which his wife, Molly began to share some of their own recent adventures that he felt a rush into his cheeks. Molly openly talked about some of their recent exploration into threesomes and a more open arrangement with other women.

The look on Karen’s face as her bright eyes beamed over him let him know how surprised she was at this admission, not from her friend, but more about him. She had considered him more reserved up until that moment – and only now began to understand the rize escort sexual creature that was her best friend’s husband. An arousing moment hung in the air for a moment, before attention went back to Molly’s thoughts on a most recent date with a young woman.

Within an hour the silent pauses in the conversation grew and soon the girls moved upstairs. He had stayed in the living room a moment longer, finishing a whiskey and thinking more dirty things as he sat in a bit of a horny haze. Once he finally stood and climbed the stairs, he found both Karen and Molly in their king size bed, snuggled up under the blankets and talking. They took no immediate note of him as he went to prepare for bed. They continued laughing and talking in hushed tones as he got around for bed.

When he came back out of the bathroom, Molly’s eyes were closed on the bed, and she only laughed in a half-awake manner as she spoke with her eyes still shut, “Be careful if you fall asleep in here, we both hump in our sleep sometimes…” and her voice trailed off in a bunch of giggles. Karen just rolled her eyes and let them close. He sat down almost instinctively on the edge of the bed on the other side of Karen, with her in the middle. Some words and last stories were shared as the room became more and more quiet.

Before long they were all drifting to sleep. He had stripped down to his underwear, only just remembering the situation before pulling those off as well – as he slid under the covers and let sleep claim him. Karen was a a good distance from him, cuddled up near Molly and they were both already fast asleep. He let his lids finally close and slept.

Some time later, he awoke to nuzzling into Molly’s back with his lips. He had found himself in a favorite night-time position, with one arm around her and his hand grasping her large naked breast. He pushed forward a little, enjoying the feeling of also settling his hard cock deep between her ass cheeks. He pulled back and pushed between her ass again, enjoying the soft resistance of her skin as he did so.

It was then that he froze, mid-way through another thrust up into Molly’s ass. His hand was not grasping a large breast, nor was it naked. His hands were up a tight yoga tank top and the breasts were not large – but perky and smaller. His hard cock was not thrusting into Molly’s bare ass, but along the strap of a thong just revealed above the rolled-down to the thigh yoga pants. He stayed frozen, as he realized how tight and hard Karen’s nipple was in his fingers.

She was not asleep.

Before he could move, he felt hands moving between them as the thong was pulled sakarya escort to the side and he small hand wrapped around his engorged and horny dick. He could only gasp before she pulled on him and plunged his cock into her warm and silky-wet pussy.

He tried to call out her name groggily in protest, but she only shushed him as she began to slide her ass up and down his cock. No matter how wrong it was, and it was wrong, he was no longer able to stop it. He tried to remain still, in order to not wake Molly, as Karen glided up and down on him in soft yet strong strokes. At the end of each, she pushed down hard to make his cock slam up against the end of her and hold him as his head strained inside her for release. His hands found her hips to steady as he gave in to the love making, right next to his sleeping wife.

***

An hour earlier Karen had awoken with a start, not intending to fall asleep in her friend’s bed – and startled by unfamiliar motion. As her head cleared, she fought to stifle a giggle as she realized that Molly was lightly playing with herself in her sleep and slightly moaning once in a while just next to her. She was very close, and could hear Molly’s rapid breathing along the moonlit rise of her breasts that swelled as the feeling encouraged her.

Karen didn’t remember when she had pulled down her yoga pants to her thigh and started rubbing her clit through the front material of her thong, but did not stop herself once she realized. Molly continued to increase in the intensity of her playing, now turned slightly onto her stomach to hump at her fist, Karen felt her tits harden through her shirt as they grazed Molly’s back while she turned.

Karen put a finger in and began to let go to the warmth flooding her thighs as her ass jutted out and bumped into something. The pleasure of the hard knot striking her asshole through the thin fabric of her thong did not allow her to consider the source until the arm came around her and up her shirt in one motion. She has forgotten Molly’s husband on the other side of the bed. The play up the point had been merely a sleepy bit or sexiness between old friends.

The hard tip she had felt became a long, thick rod as it filled the space between her ass cheeks. Karen let out a full and loud gasp as her ass flexed around it. It had pushed out of the front of his boxers in the motion, and she could feel his thick cock head now drizzling precum down the crack of her ass as he clutched her and began to hump. In front of her Molly humped away quietly, sandwiching Karen between the two of them.

Karen was now between two writhing bodies, slowly samsun escort but greedily snaking around her in long strokes and getting her off. She could no longer fight it, and began to press back against Molly’s husband, enjoying the hardness pushing her ass apart with each stroke and rolling over her asshole.

Karen felt his speed quicken gradually over time as he held her by the breast and by the hip. His cock continued to drip and ride the ridge of her ass, covering her asshole with his wetness, something that he took advantage of with each new thrust as he pressed a little harder against her tight bud. Molly had probably told him how much she loved anal, she realized and swore. She had probably told him a lot.

His cock head snapped her from this thought as the head filled the entrance to her ass with a pop, and he groaned behind her. She reached pulled him back and along her ass, not realizing that he was only just awaking from his slumber.

***

With the hands enjoying the static lust of exploring Karen’s hips – his brain went into an overload of forbidden need. He gave in to his need and complete desire to fuck Karen right in their own marital bed. He wanted nothing more than for her juices to join their own on the sheets and to feel her wet stickiness on him when he woke in the morning.

The attempt at discretion ended as he nuzzled into Karen’s neck and bit lightly down her shoulders and side of her breasts. In another motion he had pulled it off of her, and had now fully mounted her, after pulling her ass more outward toward him. He began to have his way with her, as she let her pleasure flow from her mouth in gasps and from her pussy in wetness as it clenched around his cock for the first time in white heat. As she came she opened her eyes to find her friend watching her and playing with herself furiously.

A second, more powerful orgasm shook Karen down her spine and into the center of her legs as Molly closed the distance and began to tongue fuck her. Molly’s hands were a flurry on Karen’s exposed chest, and one of them slid down her stomach to feel the heat of their sex. Molly’s fingers wrapped around her husband’s cock next to Karen’s pussy as they thrusted at each other. She could feel every stroke, and her thumb soon found Karen’s clitoris to aid her husband’s fierce growl of need above her.

The sight of it drove her husband over the edge, and Karen felt him bury deep one last time before he began to empty inside of her. Another wave of pleasure shot through her each time his cum splashed in forceful spurts against her cervix until he finally collapsed. Molly had rubbed her clit quickly throughout the end of it, making sure her eyes rolled back into her head in absolute climax as they finished each other. Then, rest.

His cock was still inside Karen as the three of them wrapped tight, and fell back soundly to sleep.

There would be plenty of time for next steps in the morning.

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Chapter 05 – Home for the Holidays

At some point during the night I crawled out of Penny’s bed and made my way back to my room. I slept well that first night, hoping it was a sign of things to come. I thought of sleeping the next day but my mind got the best of me and I was up early. I stayed in bed, not making a sound. I was guessing that Vivian and Penny were not up yet, by the lack of any sound in the house.

I waited until the clock hit an appropriate time to make a phone and I grabbed my cell phone. I sent a text message to Emma, asking for Bill’s telephone number. Much to my surprise I received a text back from her only a moment later with the number. I expected it to take some time for her to get back to me and part of me anticipated her questioning my request for it. This general surrender of the information was quite nice.

I didn’t dwell on that for too long. I left my room and headed downstairs as I punched Bill’s number into my phone.

“Good morning, kid,” Bill greeted me as he answered my call quickly.

“How did you know it was me,” I asked, quite surprised.

“Kid, it’s my job to prepare for such things,” he advised me. “What can I do for you this fine Sunday morning?”

“Well, sir, I need some advice,” I admitted.

“First of all, don’t call me sir, you will make me feel old,” Bill laughed. “Now, what seems to be on your mind?”

“With the holidays coming, I will be heading back east to see my family for a week,” I disclosed. “I would like to take someone with me but I am not sure how a request like that would go over. Since you have been in the game situation, I was hoping you had some advice for me.”

“Actually, kid, I do,” Bill replied. “Ask, but ask generally. I feel like you want to take someone specific, which would be selfish. Don’t ask for that. Ask to take someone and let Penny decide who it is. She is a very fair person and you all put her in charge for a reason. Trust her to sort it out.”

I thought about what he said for a long moment before responding.

“Bill, that is tremendous advice,” I admitted. “Thank you so much for taking the time to talk to me and for everything you have done for all of us.”

“Kid, you are quite welcome,” he said graciously. “I meant it when I said call me anytime. There are moments when this game is difficult. I know that. I am glad to help where and when I can.”

“Bill, I will certainly be taking you up on that,” I conveyed. “Please send my best to Bonnie.”

“I will kid,” he confirmed. “Talk to you soon.”

It was such a great relief to have someone to talk to who knew my side of the game, someone who had been where I am. Bill was my savior and a genuinely good man too. Now, all I had to figure out was when to ask Penny. I thought it best to do when we were alone.

The rest of Sunday was much of the same as Saturday had been. Each of us finished unpacking and getting used to where things were in our new setting. We learned, with each passing hour how to operate with and around each other in the various rooms of the house. Both of these women were adorable. I had seen them both in the heights of passion and lust, but seeing them in the everyday, mundane tasks made me appreciate them both so much more.

The day flew by and it ended with us all watching television on the couch, one woman on either side of me, both fighting to stay awake. Penny surrendered first and headed up the stairs to bed. I must have drifted off for a short nap and when I awoke, Vivian was sound asleep next to me. I used the remote to shut off the television and then scooped Vivian up into my arms as I stood up.

I shut the lights off and made my way up the stairs. I delivered Vivian safely to her bed and headed to my own, when Penny stopped me in the hall.

“Hey,” she whispered. “Stay with me tonight.”

It didn’t sound like a request, so I followed her into her room and shut the door. We laid down together and I held her close to me, as I had on many occasions. She was quite a woman and as we were still in the dark silence, I knew this was the right time.

“Pen, can I ask you something,” I whispered.

“Sure you can,” she responded. “Anything.”

“I am going home for a week for the holidays,” I reminded her.

“I know,” she confirmed.

“I really would hate to go alone,” I remarked.

There was a long gap without words. I began to second guess my approach. The silence and darkness surrounded us. I felt engulfed in it before Penny finally responded.

“I can’t,” she stuttered. “I am so sorry and so flattered. I have to be here, helping Nikki with everything for the wedding. She asked me to be her maid-of-honor. I can’t disappear on her for a week.”

I was taken back that she was so immediately convinced that I meant her. I was also ashamed of myself for not having considered her. I pulled her closer to me in the darkness. I kissed the back of her neck and could feel her breathing heavy.

“Vivian won’t go,” she stated. “She is too close to Emma’s kids; she would never miss Christmas morning with them.”

“I understand,” I admitted. “Family kütahya escort is important.”

We laid there, still and silent. I did not want to push this issue right now. I was trying not to be selfish, as Bill had suggested. The minutes seemed to drag by and sleep was not coming. I thought Penny had drifted off, so it surprised me somewhat when she spoke again.

“Take Brooke,” she said cheerfully, as if it had just occurred to her. “It will be good for both of you I think. I mean, if she wants to go, which she will. I will let you ask her. Yes, yes. Take Brooke.”

I was overjoyed at getting what I wanted and best of all, Penny thought it was her idea. Immediately the worry set in that Brooke might not go with me. Oh, that thought was going to haunt me until I asked her.

“Thank you,” I whispered to Penny before we both fell asleep.

Monday at work seemed to fly by. All I could concentrate on was getting out of the office and over to Brooke’s house. I managed my day the best I could and hit the door running at 5pm. I drove like a demon over to Brooke’s place, anxious to find out if she would come with me.

I barely put the car into park in her driveway when I bolted from the driver’s seat to the front door. I exploded through the door, only to find Brooke sitting on the couch. I stared at her but she didn’t look at me. Her eyes were fixed on the television.

“Hey,” I greeted her, trying to be cool and calm.

“Hey,” she replied flatly. “Did you forget something?”

“Yes,” I admitted. “I forgot to tell you that you are the most beautiful thing that I have ever seen.”

Finally Brooke turned her head to look at me. Her eyes were watery.

“This is harder than I thought,” she said softly.

“Maybe I have something that can help,” I offered.

“What’s that,” she inquired.

“How about you take 10 days off and go away with me,” I proposed.

“Yeah, right,” she laughed as if she thought I was not serious.

“I am not kidding,” I stated firmly. “I have cleared it with Penny already.”

Brooke’s face lit up when she finally realized that I was not joking. Excitement filled her cheeks and she stood from where she had been sitting.

“When, where,” she asked like a hyper 5 year-old on a sugar rush.

“Six weeks from now,” I informed her. “I am going home for Christmas and I want you to come with me. I want you to meet my family and see where I used to call home.”

The excitement rushed from her cheeks and her face sank. She sat back down on the couch. She would not look at me.

“That’s a lot of pressure,” she stated softly, staring at the floor.

“There’s no pressure,” I countered. “It will be you and I, alone. No game, no pressure. This is very, very real.”

“I need some time to think about this,” she said as she walked past me and up the stairs.

I heard the door to her room shut and I knew she would not come back out until I was gone now. I showed myself out and returned home. I didn’t say a word at home; I just went straight to bed. This sucked.

Then next 4 weeks were torture. I was invited to spend Thanksgiving several places, but I was too miserable to enjoy anyone else’s company so I stayed home alone. I pressed through the days at work and spent a lot of time in my room at home. As December passed and the date of trip home got closer, I couldn’t help but feel empty. I was so looking forward to seeing my family, but it was only half-hearted if Brooke wasn’t with me.

The game had stalled for the time being. Penny decided that as we all prepared for Nikki and Monica’s wedding and while we waited for Brooke’s decision that the assignments for the game were pretty much on hold. And hold was what I did, two nights a week I held Penny and two nights a week I held Vivian. The other 3 nights each week I held out hope that Brooke would come with me. We had a nice routine at home, but I missed Brooke terribly. It bothered me that I missed her so much, though it bothered me so much more being without her.

Finally, the holidays were all around us. Penny was wonderful enough to keep me updated on everything going on with the ladies I cared for. With only 4 days until my trip home, Emma’s mom arrived to spoil her grandchildren. Vivian informed us that she was going to stay at Emma’s while her mom was here, it was extremely important to her. Mindy was home from school and Lisa was spending a lot of time at Leslie’s catching up with her daughter. I knew Brooke was spending time there too, playing referee. Monica’s mother had arrived from Sydney last week and was staying through the wedding, so Penny’s old townhouse was quite full. Penny was spending almost all her time with Nikki and her mom planning the big day, though on Christmas day she was actually going home, alone to spend time with her mom and dad. I was so proud of her and the healing that had begun there. The family dynamics were everywhere and I longed for my own, though I desperately wanted Brooke to be part of that.

It was a rainy Monday night as I sat at home. The house was empty except for me. I had manisa escort all I needed for the moment, Monday Night Football and a cold Corona. Life was good and for the next 3 hours I could forget about all the things going on around me. All I needed to do tonight was focus on the Chargers and Broncos. As I was watching the tail end of the pregame coverage, the doorbell rang.

I wasn’t expecting anyone nor had I ordered any food. I thought maybe Penny had forgotten her keys or something. I made my way down to the front door and opened it. My heart began racing when I saw that it was Brooke. She stared up at me, the rain falling upon her angelic face, though she said nothing. Her face had an expression that was unreadable. I stared back, waiting, ignoring the falling raindrops. It felt like time was standing still as no words were exchanged. Our eyes never left each other’s. It wasn’t uncomfortable but I felt anxious.

She seemed to make me wait a long time before she threw her arms around my neck, pushed herself onto the tops of her toes and kissed me. This wasn’t a passionate or seductive kiss. This kiss was a surrender. Brooke was focused on nothing else in the world but being intimate with me at that moment. I held her body tightly as the kiss continued. I had never been kissed like that before, it felt pure and honest. Those were two feelings I often struggled with thanks to my participation in this game.

“Of course I am going with you,” she whispered as she pulled away from me.

She stepped back into the rain and leaned against the hood of her car.

“Do you love me,” she asked loudly as the rain washed her clean.

“More than should be allowed,” I answered as I stepped out into the rain and made my way towards her.

She moved away from me, the rain washing over her.

“I talked to Penny and we are doing this by my rules,” Brooke announced through the now heavy rain that was falling.

“What are your rules,” I inquired quickly, though not caring as long as she was going with me.

“You will spend Friday night with me at my house,” she declared. “We leave Saturday morning and from that point on, there will be no sexual activity between us. While we are with your family you are going to prove to me how much you love me by not making love to me. I am not going with you as a toy or as part of this game. I am going with you as someone who is madly in love with you. So Friday night we will get the game out of our system for a while. Then we can have the greatest Christmas ever with your family.”

I ran to her through the rain. She seemed startled and did not move. As I reached where she was standing I placed my hands on her cheeks and kissed her softly.

She finally stepped back from me and opened the door to her car.

“See you Friday,” she said as she sat in the car and closed the door.

As she pulled away I stood there in the rain, watching her go. I hated that feeling more than words can express. I felt my insides scream for her not to go, then calm seemed to overtake me and I went inside.

I made sure everything I needed was packed when I left for work on Friday morning. The house was empty and quiet when I loaded my car and departed. I couldn’t believe it, but I actually felt like I was going to miss being there for the week that I was away.

I breezed through the day at work, leaving all my open items on my boss’s desk at the end of the day. I headed out for Brooke’s at a little after 7pm. As I pulled in the driveway, the lights inside where on and the garage was shut. I grabbed my travel bag, leaving my suitcase in the car to make things easier in the morning.

As I walked to the front door I could hear the stereo blaring loudly. I didn’t bother to knock or ring the bell since I assumed that there was no chance that Brooke would hear it. I let myself in with the keys I still had in my possession. The kitchen light was on but Brooke was nowhere to be found on the main floor. I dropped my travel bag on one of the chairs in the nook near the kitchen.

“Brooke,” I called loudly. “I’m here.”

“Great,” she called back from upstairs. “Come on up.”

I made my way up the stairs and noticed that the doors to both bedrooms were open. I peaked into my old room and saw two suitcases on the floor, both open and half packed. From the items I saw, Brooke was preparing adequately for winter in the northeast. I made my way down the short hall and to the open door of Brooke’s bedroom. I breathed in deeply before entering, wanting to be composed when I saw her.

I quickly entered and turned to the right, bringing the bed into full view. What a view it turned out to be. Brooke was sitting on the edge of her bed, waiting for me apparently. She was wearing a white, men’s collared shirt, which was buttoned up to the neck. I was not sure if there was anything on underneath it, but I was very much hoping to find out. It appeared that she had blue lace panties on while her legs and feet were bare. She had a light layer of makeup on, which made her shine. The blue eye shadow and bright red lipstick made her mardin escort the picture of desire.

I stared at her in a nice mix of surprise and lust. She was perfect. I was frozen in that moment until she rose and walked towards me. She was like a perfect white cloud as she floated across the floor to my open arms. Her bright red lips kissed me softly before she stepped back and turned away from me.

She unbuttoned the shirt and let it fall off her shoulders. As it fell to the floor it revealed that she did not have on panties but a one piece blue lace teddy. She looked magnificent. Brooke then sat back down on the edge of the bed and looked up at me. I still had not moved.

“Well,” she sighed. “I think you are a bit overdressed.”

It took a minute for her words to sink in and I finally began to move. I undressed myself quickly, depositing my cloths in a pile on the floor next to me. In no time flat I stood before her, completely naked, my raging hard-on standing rigid in front of me. Brooke smiled and then leaned back where she was sitting. She spread her legs wide and undid the snap at the bottom of her teddy, exposing her freshly shaven pussy.

I moved towards her quickly, climbing on top of her as I reached the bed. My hands ravaged her body as I devoured her mouth with my own. I could not remember wanting anyone more. Brooke guided my cock to her opening which was flooded. I pushed myself inside her without waiting. There was no resistance as I penetrated her box. I thrusted in and out of her gash repeatedly at a great pace. I wanted to climax more than anything in the world. I kissed her neck cleavage as I injected my pole into her again and again at a rapid pace.

Brooke wrapped her legs around my waist as I crashed into her box over and over. Our flesh slapped together loudly as I implanted my rod inside of her again and again and again. It did not take long at all for me to reach my peak. I pushed as deep into her as I could as I erupted. I launched multiple jets of my jism into her vagina. She breathed heavily as I filled her with everything that I had. I crashed into her again as my final rocket of goo found her hole.

I collapsed on top of her. I had nothing left but Brooke wasn’t nearly done. She pushed me onto my back and climbed up on top of me. She straddled my cock and reinserted it into her moist pussy. I winced slightly as she did so but then relaxed as she began to move herself up and down on my shaft. She looked me deep in the eyes as she rode my rock hard dick. She moved up and down at an increasing pace. I enjoyed her pussylips gliding back and forth over my firm shaft. I was all but lifeless while Brooke was giving herself to me.

She continued to ride me swiftly as her climax approached. She breathed heavy and grunted as she closed in on it. Her pace increased again and she was slamming her pelvis down onto me each time as her peak arrived. She screamed loudly and repeatedly as she came. She stopped moving and let her body shake and shiver with my cock inside her. This brought my second orgasm as well. I spewed whatever milk I had left into her box. I released several short shots of seamen as she continued to spasm.

I laid there, lifeless aside from my breathing. Brooke waited several minutes before moving and then rolled off of me. She stood from the bed and put the white shirt back on. She moved back towards me and kissed me on the cheek.

“I have to go pack,” she whispered. “Get some sleep.”

I watched her disappear from the room and then quickly crashed. When I awoke Brooke was fully dressed and her bags were packed.

“Time to go,” she announced.

I cleared my eyes and rose from the bed. I got dressed as Brooke took her bags downstairs. When I made my way down, several minutes later, she had a cup of coffee waiting for me. The early morning was silent and our trip to the airport was mostly smiles and questions. Brooke slept for most of the 4 plus hour flight to Pittsburgh. The one hour ride to the suburb where I grew up and my family still lived was filled with more questions. Brooke wanted to know about my family before we got there, sort of like a study session. It felt great to be going home and even better to be going with this woman who made me feel so many wonderful things.

The next 10 days were the best I could ever remember as Brooke and I spent Christmas with my family. She got to meet my mother, her second husband Fred, my uncle Phil and aunt Cindy as well as my grandmother. Brooke fit right in with my crazy relatives and got to hear a great many stories about my youth. She even helped my mother make Christmas dinner. I was quite shocked to learn that Brooke was an accomplished cook. That was one thing I had not seen when we lived together.

I got to hold Brooke every night for 10 nights. It reminded me of the short time we lived together and how much I cared for her. This was outside the game. This was very, very real and I enjoyed it as much as anytime in my life. I reflected on all of this on the flight back to California. 10 days had come and gone so fast that it now seemed like a dream. I appreciated Bill’s advice and Penny’s flexibility, but mostly I appreciated Brooke for taking the time to really get the depth of the situation and my feelings for her. I knew now that she did not doubt how I felt. I also knew I walked a much finer line with her than the other ladies of this game now.

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I was never one to go ga-ga over a man in uniform until I met James.

Last summer, my husband took me to a posh resort casino down south. The facility was beautiful- a spa, large casino floor, upscale shops and restaurants and a lobby with comfortable chairs and a cozy fireplace. Even with the dazzling structural spectacle though, nothing compared to the vision that awaited me every time I took a trip to the guest elevators.

The vision’s name was James and he was one of the guys that did hotel security. He stood about six feet tall with chocolate skin; the kind of chocolate that you wanted to melt in your hands just so you could enjoy licking the sticky, sweet confection from your fingers. His body was trim, showing signs of being a frequent visitor at somebody’s gym and he had the sexiest dark brown bedroom eyes and lick-able lips. His uniform wasn’t anything fancy- just more fashionable than your basic security uniform- black pants, top and shoes, Bordeaux colored blazer. It followed his figure like a Ferrari on the deserted roads of Texas and I wanted badly to be the driver of that vehicle.

Every time my husband and I passed James on the way to the elevator, I had to make eye contact- couldn’t help it. As I passed him while roaming the impressive resort alone, I had to speak to him- couldn’t help it. While I sat outside the casino, letting the alcohol hubby and I had at the bar, create sensual paths through my body, I had to stare- I…just…couldn’t…help it. The images that passed through my mind of James and I together were wickedly vivid.

On our second day there, my husband and I spent a relaxing day by the pool, had an exquisite Chinese dinner (complete with fortune cookies in which my fortune was “don’t be afraid to approach someone new, you may be pleasantly surprised.”). We even stopped for after dinner drinks at one of the romantic little bars that dotted the landscape of the building. Upon leaving the bar, somewhere around midnight, hubby decided that he wanted to try his hand at three card poker. Knowing that I wasn’t into the gambling scene, he allowed me some free time to roam the resort and do some shopping, which I eagerly kuşadası escort accepted.

After quite some time, I decided it was time to do what I do best: people watch. I figured what better place to create characters for my next erotic story than by creating lives for people at a casino. I strolled to the guest elevator to go to my room to change. As I passed James, I slipped him a tiny sheet of paper and whispered “after you read the fortune, you’ll understand the rest.” On the fortune I had written my name, cell phone number, email address and web address. I then sashayed past James towards the waiting elevator and went up to my room to grab my journal and get comfortable.

When I came back downstairs, James caught my eye and nodded. I took this to mean that he understood my note, and went to find myself a tiny corner to hole up in. I needed the best vantage point for my writing task and wouldn’t you know it, I found a niche right across from James. I sat down on the bench just outside of the casino and in between stolen glances, began to write. Or tried to anyway because he stood a hallway’s length away from me, looking yummy, and licking his lips in true LL Cool J fashion. It was so erotic, it prevented me from ever putting one damn word down on the page of my journal.

Lost in my fantasies of James now, I decided to be naughty. Leaving my outgoing persona at the door, I dressed up as my nervy alter ego, put my journal down, and walked over to where he stood. I boldly licked his lips and as I caressed them with my tongue, he opened his mouth to me, allowing me suck it in and savor his taste. When the kiss ended, I whispered in his ear how badly I wanted him. He smiled, took my hand, and led me to a secluded room not far from where we stood.

Once inside the extravagantly decorated room, I took a moment to notice that we were in what appeared to be a conference room. There were large ferns and banana plants, windows with elegant ivory sheer curtains, and a gorgeous marble conference table that looked like it would seat thirty people. The sidebar, also marble, held a crystal pitcher and four glasses along with kocaeli escort an elaborate statue of Aphrodite and several bottles of wine. The carpet, extremely plush, was the most beautiful shade of deep pomegranate that I had ever seen, and the walls held mirrors of various sizes in intricately decorated, gilded frames.

After what must have felt like a lifetime to James, I turned to face him and reached out for him. He pulled me closer and played in my hair as I caressed his face, kissing and nibbling every bit of his exposed chocolate flesh. He pulled away from me and told me that he wished he could take his time. I told him I understood and began to unbutton his blazer. After I removed it, he took off his shirt. As he pulled it over his head, I took the opportunity to lick and suck his nipples. I sucked one beautiful nipple, then the other, and started kissing my way down towards his waist.

With his fingers tangled in my hair, I unfastened his pants and drew them down his legs. I kissed his inner thighs and pulled his underwear down. He now stood naked, in all his glory, before me and I feasted on the sight. Still kneeling on the floor, I licked every inch of his dick, starting at the base and working towards the head. I swirled my tongue around the tip, tasting the sweetness of him. As I licked the underside of his cock, it began to harden and dance for me. Not being a patient one, I took every glorious inch of him into my mouth. His musky maleness mixed with the Kahlua I had had after dinner was dessert in its own right. I eagerly licked and lapped at his shaft as he moaned where he stood.

Wanting more of him, I motioned to him to lie on the floor by lightly pulling on his hand. He wasted no time coming down to me and pulled out of my mouth just long enough to take off my top and bra and give me a tongue searing kiss. He then began teasing my already hardened nipples with his tongue. Instead of allowing me the pleasure of having him back in my mouth, James gently laid me on the floor and removed my jeans. I was so wet now that I felt myself begin to drip onto the carpet. While he kissed his way from my nipples to my navel, konya escort I began to rub my already sensitive clitoris.

I felt James stop what he was doing and when I peeked up, noticed that he had taken a moment just to watch how I was pleasuring myself. As I continued to play, he knelt by my head and fed me his hard dick. Fingers in pussy, I stroked and fingered myself to orgasm, all the while devouring James’ cock like it was a lollipop. Tonguing and sucking every bit of him, I felt him growing as if ready to explode. Not wanting the sensation to end, I took him out of my mouth, lay him down and got on top of him in a sixty-nine.

James eagerly began to lap at my juices, drinking every drop of my nectar. As I again placed him in my mouth, slowly teasing him back to life, he tongued fucked me in exquisite fashion. He spread my ass cheeks and licked me from my clitoris to my ass, then dipped his tongue into my puckered hole and put two fingers inside my aching pussy. I continued to bob up and down on his dick as he tenderly assaulted my pussy with his tongue. Nearing orgasm, I moaned his name with him in my mouth, causing him to twitch in pleasure. James continued nibbling on my swollen nub just enough to release another earth shattering orgasm from my body. I came like a dam had burst just as James filled my mouth with his sweet cream.

Satiated, he rolled out from under me and lay down beside me and as the waves of pleasure ebbed, I positioned myself between his legs to lick him clean. Once hard again, he started to thrust himself inside my mouth, face fucking me faster and faster as his fingers slid in and out of my drenched pussy. As I lavished him with my tongue, I heard him beg for release. Ignoring him, I began to slowly lick his shaft, kissing and nibbling on the head, then putting him deep inside my mouth. He drove me crazier by thrusting three fingers into my pussy, using his pinkie to play with my ass and his thumb to diddle my clit. Bringing me another huge orgasm, I screamed his name as he moaned mine, cumming himself.

Somewhere in the background I heard my cell phone ring. I pulled myself together, got dressed, kissed James fervently on the mouth and got up to walk out of the room. As I walked away he touched me on the ankle, smiling. I smiled back and told him not to forget about me, then I walked out of the room and into the lobby where I snuck up to my loving husband, kissed his neck, and asked him how much he won.

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