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THUMP… THUMP… THUMP…

What the hell?! Sitting up I blindly reached for my phone to check the time. 2.07 am. Disorientated and exhausted I tried to work out what had woken me so abruptly,

THUMP… THUMP… THUMP…

Bloody hell Rosie! It may have been a while but I knew the sound of fucking and from the way the headboard was hitting the wall she was getting one hell of a ride. Pulling the duvet off my body I started to get out of bed, intent on seeking refuge in the living room but as the thumping rhythm picked up I heard her cries of encouragement through the wall and something in me stopped. Intrigued, I pressed my ear to the wall and was rewarded with another cry of pleasure.

“God Jay, I’m going to cum! Keep fucking me you beautiful bastard! Yes… Yes… More… Harder… Fuck, FUCKKKKKKK!”

Pressing my fist to my mouth to suppress my gasps I listened through the ridiculously thin walls as Rosie came like a steam roller. Between her cries, the headboard smacking the wall, the squeaking of the mattress springs and my heartbeat banging like a drummer I struggled to hear her partner.

For some reason I was desperate to hear him cum, Richard always came with a little gasp and I had always suspected that that wasn’t normal. By now my nipples were like bullets and I was desperate to get myself off but I had to hear him first. On and on he kept fucking her relentlessly, from her soft whimpers I knew she was about to cum a second time and still he was silent.

Unable to take it a second longer I slid my fingers into my knickers and began rubbing my clit in frantic circles. It wasn’t enough. Shifting my body I spread my knees deeper into the pillows and thrust my other hand between my legs, pushing two fingers into my eager pussy.

My upper body pressed into the wall as I finger fucked myself, my nipples hardened to the point of pain rubbed against the wall and I could feel the thumping pulse of the headboard flow through it into my body. I thrust my fingers as he thrust into Rosie, desperate to keep his rhythm even though it was much faster than I usually masturbated. Her soft cries gained momentum and she began yelling in earnest,

“NOW… OH GOD, OH GOD… FUCK ME, FUCK ME… YESSSSSSSSS!”

Frantically I thrust a third finger into my pussy and sobbed as my orgasm broke. I slumped against the wall as my body shook, my gulping breathing loud enough to wake the dead. I pulled my shaking hand from my throbbing clit and pressed it to my lips to stifle the noise, tasting myself in the process.

Determined to stay with him, I pumped my other hand into my spasming pussy and slid my wet fingers into my mouth, sucking and fucking myself with abandon. Without a doubt this was the dirtiest, horniest experience of my life and I didn’t want it to end but judging by the deep grunts coming from next door I knew he was close.

Pulling my fingers from my clasping pussy I gently stroked my clit as I heard him cum, a deep bellow of satisfaction that seemed to go on forever. Sliding back down on the damp pillows I licked my fingers clean and stretched. My body was ready for another orgasm but I wanted to hold on to this feeling for a while longer. Hearing them fucking had awoken my libido from hibernation and I desperately wanted to make up for lost time.

I had never had an orgasm as intense as this one, ever and I had Rosie’s playmate to thank. His deep throated cry as he came proved that Richard’s feeble squeak of pleasure was just the tip of the iceberg and I could only imagine what Rosie must have felt being on the receiving end. She hadn’t said she was seeing anyone so for all I knew he was a one night escort başakşehir stand, never to be repeated.

The thought made me sad, my foray into quasi voyeurism had triggered the hottest orgasm of my life and I wanted a repeat performance. Just by mimicking his rhythm, my fingers had brought me bone deep satisfaction. I shivered as I tried to imagine how good it would feel to have his cock driving into me with the same intensity.

Grinning I stretched again and felt my juices trickling down my thighs, I still couldn’t believe how hard I had cum and all from listening to my best friend getting nailed next door. I remembered my ex’s face as he’d called me frigid and uninspiring in bed and fought the urge to laugh. Mystery Man would definitely feature in my next few masturbatory sessions that was for damn sure, for all I knew he could look like Quasimodo and he was already the best lover I had never had.

Feeling better than I had in months, I leapt from the bed and went to the kitchen for a glass of water. As I passed Rosie’s door I heard soft snores and smiled, I’d heard that great sex equalled great sleep which probably explained my insomnia. That was another thing I could happily lay at Richard’s door, the man could bore me into a coma during the day but couldn’t even fuck me to sleep at night.

Filling a glass I drank it all before refilling and leaning back against the counter, why had I stayed with him for so long? With hindsight I knew I had never really loved him and I wasn’t sure that I had even liked him yet I’d almost married the man! I was almost grateful that he’d cheated because if he hadn’t I probably would have stayed with him, oblivious to everything I was missing out on.

One night at Rosie’s and I had already experienced more passion than in 8 years with my former fiancé, albeit by myself. Raising my glass of water I toasted to my future, a Richard free zone with as many orgasms as I could handle. I almost choked as Rosie’s door opened and he walked out, tall, dark and rumpled.

His dark hair was mussed and obscured his face but aside from a pair of navy boxers he was naked. I swallowed as I took in his body, muscled but not overdone like he worked out by running or cycling and not like he spent his life in the gym. His chest had a smattering of hair which tapered down to his navel and… beyond. I shouldn’t be looking at him, he was Rosie’s but I couldn’t stop.

I wanted to run away and hide but the open plan layout of the flat gave me no hiding place, my only exit was past him. I stood like a statue and prayed he was headed for the bathroom but he ambled towards me. Shit.

“Hi there”

He stopped abruptly and blinked, obviously he was unaware that Rosie had a new roommate. Smiling to mask my embarrassment I tried again,

“Do you want a glass of water?”

He was staring at me, his dark eyes searching my face as if he was trying to process my features. I filled a glass and handed it to him. He was at least alert enough to take it from me and I smiled. I watched him as he drank, close up I could see just how attractive he was, his lips were full but not ridiculously so and they seemed to balance out against the strong line of his jaw. He looked delicious, he looked like a real man. He placed the glass on the counter next to me and ran his hands through his hair, brushing it off his face. He looked really familiar.

“Jake?”

He stepped closer and squinted. I was beginning to get nervous when he suddenly broke into a huge grin,

“Samantha? Sammie Barratt?!”

I grinned and nodded and he wrapped me up in a bear istanbul escort bayanları hug which would have been uncomfortable enough given the circumstances but was made ten times worse because I was still holding my glass of water to my chest and his swift embrace jolted my arm and tipped the contents over my t shirt.

“Shit! Sorry Sammie, I’ve made you all wet. I’ll grab a towel!”

As he dashed off to the bathroom I cringed inwardly at his words, yes Jake Edwards, you have indeed made me wet, in every way imaginable. You always did for as long as I’ve known you. Wet, confused, aroused and slightly concerned if I’m being honest.

I stood there in my sodden t shirt and boy shorts and tried to get my head around the events of the evening. I wake up to the sounds of rampant fucking coming from my best friend’s bedroom. I later see my best friend’s step brother walk out, distinctly rumpled and suffering from sex brain. In all of my imaginings I couldn’t see the two of them together but if it looked like a fuck and it sounded like a fuck…

Even worse, despite fearing I had walked into some pseudo incestuous relationship I was still turned on, probably more now that I’d seen Jake almost naked and thanks to the water my traitorous nipples were blatantly protruding through my t shirt like tent pegs. I didn’t think it could get any worse.

“Here you go Sammie, clean towels and I brought you one of my t shirts.”

He stepped into me and gripped the hem of my shirt and I squealed.

“No, no it’s fine Jake! Just give me the towel!”

Grinning he looked me up and down and I felt myself blushing,

“Sorry Sammie, I wasn’t trying to get your top off. I was only trying to help.”

“I know Jake, I… I’m just surprised to see you here. Rosie didn’t say you were coming over and well… “

He tilted his head again in a gesture I was beginning to find extremely hot,

“Well what? I have to say, it was a surprise seeing you here too. What’s it been? 4 years since I saw you last?”

I nodded,

“Rosie’s 25th Birthday party. Just before you moved to the States.”

“That wasn’t my best move,” he snorted and absentmindedly started dabbing at my collarbone with a towel, “I’ve been back for 6 months and trying to make up for lost time.”

I laughed, “I know the feeling!”

He raised an eyebrow quizzically, “That sounds mysterious Sammie. If you tell me yours, I’ll share my tale of woe.”

His dabbing seemed to be moving southwards and I wasn’t exactly finding it unpleasant,

“Jake, before you say anything else I have to ask you something. And I don’t want you to feel guilty or uncomfortable because, well because it’s okay really, I mean it’s not technically illegal, just immoral but then only to some people and well, it’s none of my business really but I am staying here and I do sort of have a right to know… “

“Spit it out Sammie, I’m aging here!”

Bastard was laughing at me! Taking a deep breath I held his gaze and said what I was dreading hearing the answer to,

“Jake, are you and Rosie fucking each other?”

For a second he looked dumbstruck and then appalled.

“What the hell?! Where did that come from? Ewwww that is sick! She’s my sister!”

Now feeling even more uncomfortable than before I stared at the floor and tried to dig myself out of the hole,

“Technically she’s your step sister through marriage so you’re not even blood related so it’s not that sick.”

Looking up at him, damn he was tall, I felt the blush spread down to my chest and grimaced as his eyes followed,

“It’s just that when I arrived yesterday escort eyüp Rosie didn’t say anything about you coming round and she went to bed and then I woke up to the sounds of… of… “, he raised his eyebrow again, this was awful! “People having sex and it was coming from her room and then I saw you come out and well, you’ve obviously been having erm, sex so… “

“So you naturally assumed I’ve been boning my sister?!”

I bit my lip to stop myself giggling, he looked disgusted and stunned and frankly adorable. I mentally kicked myself for even going there but I’d started so I had to finish.

“Well, you weren’t in there alone that’s for sure!”

He shook his head and glared at me for a second before breaking into a sly grin,

“You were listening in weren’t you?”

“Me? No! No way! I, I erm got up immediately and came out here to give you both privacy!”

He stepped closer to me and bent until his lips brushed against my ear,

“I think you’re lying Sammie, I think you listened to us fucking. I think you liked it.”

Bristling I raised my hand to tuck an errant strand of hair behind said ear in an attempt to show my nonchalance. That I ended up smacking him in the face was purely incidental. Laughing he gripped my wrist and rubbed his jaw with my hand. Dazed by the intimacy of the action I stood stunned and couldn’t formulate a response. As he brushed my finger tips over his lips, his eyes widened and he grinned at me. I had a bad feeling about that grin.

“Well, well, well. I thought you were lying but now I know for sure.”

“What are you talking about Edwards?”

“I can smell you Sammie.”

Just as I opened my mouth to squeak out a response, the bedroom door opened and a distinctly un-Rosie like face peered out,

“Jay? Are you coming back to bed soon?”

She sounded sweet at first but there was a definite edge of pissed off about her voice, obviously finding her lover pressed up against another woman would do that to a girl. He didn’t even look at her, holding my gaze and, damn it, sniffing my fingers.

“Be there in a sec Babe. Just catching up with an old friend.”

“Old?” I raised my eyebrow, “I’m a year younger than you are Jake and don’t you forget it!”

Laughing again, he released my wrist and started towards the bedroom. He stopped halfway and turned,

“For the record Sammie, I live here too and that,” he pointed to the door, “is my bedroom. Our headboards back onto the same wall. I was going to offer to move my bed tomorrow so as not to disturb you but considering I can smell your pussy on your fingers I’m guessing you liked hearing me fuck my sister through the wall. Knowing you fingered yourself to my performance adds a certain pressure but I’m certain I can overcome it.”

The blush now seemed to have consumed my entire body and as much as I wanted to deny everything he had said, I couldn’t get my mouth to work. Grinning he came back to me and bent his mouth to mine, our lips almost touching,

“We’ll catch up properly tomorrow Sammie, I do want to know what’s been going on and why you’re my new roomie, but for now, I want you to go back to bed and play with yourself guilt free while I fuck someone other than my sister. I’ll make it really loud so you get to hear everything.”

I stood shell shocked as he kissed me on the forehead and made for his room, pausing at the door and grinning at me. He motioned to me and then my room and raised both hands to indicate 10.

Cocky bastard, like I cared that I had ten minutes before I got my encore performance. I started to shake my head but he stood there comically with his hands on his hips thrusting his groin like a Chippendale and I couldn’t help myself.

I practically ran across the room and burst through my door, shooting him a wink as I went. Throwing myself on the bed I heard him laugh as he entered his room and as I made myself comfortable against the wall I just knew I was eventually going to sleep like a baby.

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Author’s note: – This is my first submission so constructive feedbacks are welcome.

*****

Here was this mystery woman, standing at my bedroom door, her carefully matched white panties and perhaps too small sports bra hinting at the shape of things to come. Her hair was short but wavy, falling over her black-rimmed glasses. She was attractive, until you peered beneath the surface.

She demurely raised her hand to the light switch and flicked it up. I was lying in my bed, my shirt off and my jeans becoming tighter and tighter. She moved her foot. I noticed her thigh trembling. She was nervous.

“Don’t worry,” she said. “I’ cool.” More to herself than to me, it seemed. I blinked my eyes and she walked towards the bed. She crawled onto the end of it, her breasts grazing my feet as she moved up, towards me.

“So this is not what you expected huh?” She smiled, timidly. No, it wasn’t. I had heard of her for almost a year and a half. When we first spoke on the phone, I asked her out immediately. A movie, restaurant, play….I don’t remember where it was and it doesn’t matter. She soundly refused me and that was that. She was the friend of a friend of a friend, a roommate’s colleague’s girlfriend…..some sort of twisted social chain.

Over the months we’d become phone buddies. She was faint heart and between anti- depressants, therapist visits and panic attacks. She filled her time with booze and men. It just turned out that I was the flavor of the night.

She moved up my body like a hot shower, leaving any exposed flesh tickly and tingly. I reached up and touched, explored for the first time. Earlier in the evening, I had a quick glimpse of cleavage through her blouse and a casual examination of her figure as she walked towards me in the crowed mall and introduced herself. I knew, intellectually, what I was about to experience.

She kissed and kissed well. Not the happy- sloppy lap with tongue that some women do. Not the pinch-lipped, defensive, virginal kisses. But even, enticing, welcoming kisses. She stopped and took off her black-rimmed glasses.

“You are blurry now,” She giggled and dove into my chest, searching and exploring with her hands. Quietly, without much enthusiasm, I returned the favor.

Her sports bra was next to depart, bored with the scene. I threw out all pretenses and scoured her body with my eyes. Every curve and line, her hardening nipples, the sleek line of her shoulders I committed to memory in a single moonlit second.

My hands found her trembling things. I ran my hand along them.

“Relax,” I said, not too shortly.

I didn’t want her to think I liked her. I did, but not forever. I was going to like her very much for this night. But tomorrow, I’d like her as much as yesterday. She straddled me and sat back.

My excitement was obvious and that gave her power, certain leverage. And I could see she liked that. She sat with a wicked grin, swaying slowly. Feeling frustrated and vulnerable, I sat up and escort arnavutköy flipped her over; I put my weight on her and held her down. She responded by arching her back and opening her legs. So, I thought, now we understand one another. Not that I had any doubts as to her particular brand of kink. You can sense it on women usually. Smell it on them.

“You like them?” she asked, wiggling her medium-small breasts, back and forth, like bait for a lion.

“Yes,” I said stupidly, grabbing a breast and squeezing it, rolling my thumb across her nipple. She smiled.

“My mom has huge tits,” she said, quite matter-of-factly. I wasn’t sure how to react. My first thought was what I was doing with her then. But my brain filter kicked in and I said, “Oh?”

“Yes, huge. I wish I had tits like her.”

I pinched her nipple. Me too, I thought.

“Pinch harder if you want, or suck,’ she urged. “It’s no big deal.”

I considered. To my regret she went on, “It doesn’t do much for me. But I know guys like it.”

I pushed in my tongue and finger assault and looked at her. What the hell have I gotten myself into? I’m drunk. That’s no surprise, but this girl is bizarre. Quick, say something.

“No pleasure at all?” I asked.

“None.” Came here reply.

I unceremoniously gripped the waistband of her contrived white panties and pulled them down. She lifted herself to accommodate my desire and in one moment, they’d gone, joining the sports bra on the floor.

What I found was no surprise. Fashionable as she was, she and her razor gad endeavored to emulate the late 90’s trend in pornography, keeping everything sleek-smooth, everyday, because you never know.

Moments passed strangely. She closed her eyes and I cursed I suddenly cursed my self for not trimming my fingernails, you know, because you never know. I got over it. When I called her earlier in the evening, I said, “You, me, drink until someone fall.” And here we were both of us on our backs. So my fingers flashed back through every girl I’d ever touched and every lecture I’d ever heard and every drunken conversation with anyone who’s ever touched a woman. Every woman is different! A thousand voices slurred in my head.

I focused my efforts. Every woman is different, but this one like it rough and is drunk. She put her hand on my shoulder, pushed gently. I smiled to myself. I knew that push. It was a push I’d given to many women in my life time. It was the subtle way of saying “Put it in your mouth.”

So I played dumb, until she finally broke down and asked. Time is an odd thing when you’re fooling around with someone. You want to get in as much of everything as possible, but ultimately, you want to screw. And eventually, someone will break, give in and just get to the act. She broke before me.

“Let me see it?” she asked.

Again I considered. I sensed the warning signals. My drunkenness was fading. No, I decided. Better not istanbul escort kızları add this one to the list.

“Sorry, let’s not, it’ll make our friendship weird”, I said as if it wasn’t already.

“Come on”, she insisted, “Let me see it.”

She pushed me off her, rolling onto me. “Come on.” She began to tug my jeans.

“No. I’m not going to make love to you”, I said a little assertively.

“What, why not? What’s the matter? Decide it’s too loose for you?”

On top of me, completely naked, she ground herself against my crotch and tore at my jeans.

“Cut it out!” I said, grabbing her wrist. Her other hand pulled the snap on my pants loose and pulled at the zipper clumsily. I grabbed both her wrists.

“NO”, I said to her, squeezing her wrists.

“Come on.” She licked her top lip just a little and pushed her shoulders back, her breasts jutting forward. “I’m pretty good.”

“Listen, the sun will be out soon. Let’s sleep or if you want, I’ll work you over with one of your toys, but I’m not going to make love to you.”

Her eyes narrowed. Rejection, that’s what I read in her eyes, cold and clear. Then I read hate. She pulled at my pants, hoping to slide them down before I could get then refastened.

She fought over my pants for a while then anger crept up on me like a hangover. Slow at first, a simple feeling of discomfort and vague nausea, then full on sickness. In this case it was rage. She would rape me if I let her.

“No means NO.” I said, thinking back to all those public announcements, those anti-date-rape articles in women’s magazines. It worked; she stopped instantly, frozen by words. My anger subsided; I knew I’d chosen my words correctly. She lay down on top of me.

“It’s okay. Let’s just lay here, close”, she purred.

I watched her curl up and close her eyes. The next morning I found a note: “Had a good time. I’ll call you tonight.”

That night, I got an email from her “I’m sorry for my behavior. I hope we can still be friends.”

I felt bad for her. I called her promptly, suggesting we meet over dinner at a restaurant close to her place. She readily agreed.

It was raining that evening and it took me longer to cut through the late hour traffic to reach the restaurant. She was already there on an empty table. I apologized profusely before pulling a chair.

“You think a lot”, she said, studying me. Her eyes were pretty, but vacant.

“Isn’t that what you do?” I asked.

“Not like you do.” She stared at me. I stared back. Who was this woman? What did she think of herself? She was not my wife. A girlfriend? No, not even that. She was just a girl. A companion for the evening, nothing more, probably much less. No need to explain the complexities of my thought processes to her. No need to explain what I thought about the nature of reality. None of that mattered to her.

What did matter to her then? I resigned myself to trying to take another look at her. escort bahçeşehir Try to figure out what she was interested in. What was she thinking about?

I took a sip of my drink and lit a cigarette. It was a way for me to occupy myself without making eye contact.

“What do you think about?” I asked finally.

She looked shocked, stunned even. It was as though I had asked her what color panties she had on or is she spits or swallows.

“What do you think about?” I repeated, trying to break through her disbelief.

“Lots of things…” she started to say.

I looked at her fingernails as she reached for her pineapple juice. This was for prissy women who are too ashamed to admit they actually want to get drunk and have sex. It was an excuse drink. They can drink three of them and act like they are drunk.

I decided to press her for what she did indeed think about.

“Like what?”

“Umm…”

“You must certainly think about your fingernails.” I commented absently.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Well, they are manicured to near perfection.” I told her matter-of-factly. She seemed to be upset that I’d said near.

“Do you do them yourself?”

“No, I go to a parlor,” She said excitedly, but a little contemptuously. Was I supposed to have know where she had her nails done by the shine of them?

“I see”, I said.

I didn’t really. Not at all. Don’t get me wrong, I appreciate beauty and a woman who takes care of herself. But the void in this girls head was astounding. If she spent half as much time thinking as she did fussing with her nails, she’s de an astrophysicist. I’ve decided this whole operation is a bust, so I might as well have fun with it.

“Do you know any interesting trivia?” I ask her innocently.

“Some. I know the names of all the boys in Boy zone.” She was serious.

“Wow.” I said as evenly as I can, suppressing gag

“What about you?” she asked

“Well, did you know only one in five men wash their hands in wash room?”

She stared at me. I pounced

“It’s true. After the third beer, most men barely even bother pissing in the urinals. In fact, that lack of hand washing is the number one reason for yeast infection in women’s.” She stared at me.

I stood saying, “I’ve got to use the rest room. If the waiter comes by, order me a beer huh? I said gesturing to the two empty bottles on our table. I walked away, snickering.

In the rest room, I find a guy sniffing coke in the mirror, talking on his cell phone. Part of me wants to slam him against the mirror and pretend I’m a cop. You know, shake him down, take his coke and maybe even his wallet. What’s he going to do? Call the cops and say someone took his coke? Not if I take cell phone too!

The part of me that just wants to piss wins out and I go stand in from of the urinal. As I piss, I listen in to his conversation. “Yeah, I finished the painting. No, man. That last batch we baked just knocked me out.”

I roll my eyes as hard as I can and finish up. I have to push him aside to wash my hands before I return to my table.

I find her sitting where I left her, looking somewhat lost. I decided to press my luck. I reached out and grabbed her hands. “Your nails are nice.” I say, being sure to run my fingers all over hers.

To Be Continued…

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I like giving massages, and am pretty good at it. I recently learned that giving a good massage can have unexpected pleasurable consequences.

It happened this past summer. My wife was out of town for the week visiting her sister, and I was temporarily living the life of a bachelor. By that, I mean I was eating out more than usual and staying up late to watch action movies that she doesn’t care for. In other words, the typical life of a fifty-something married man who is, if not off the leash, at least on a longer one.

Let me take a moment to talk about married life. My wife is a perfectly fine woman who has, unfortunately, lost interest in sex some years ago. We get along fine, and I have no wish to leave her. I do miss sex, but I don’t like the idea of simply being accommodated; I want to have sex with someone who likes it as much as I do. So I masturbate, and indulge in the occasional fantasy about women I meet.

One evening I had just returned from dinner and was deciding how to spend the next few hours when my doorbell rang. When I opened the door I saw my neighbor Janet.

Janet is a couple of years older than I am, divorced, and while not a fox still an attractive woman. But she wasn’t at her best that night; her face was tired and tense.

“Hey, Janet, what’s up?” I asked. I moved aside to let her come in and waved my hand toward the living room in invitation.

Janet walked into the living room, sat down on the sofa, and put her head in her hands. “I’m sorry to just show up like this” she said. “My head has been aching fit to kill for the last hour and nothing I have at home has been any good. I even decided to go to the CareFirst place, but then I decided to stop in here and ask you if you have anything for a really bad headache.”

“Well, let’s see,” I said. “Let me get something cool to put on your neck and I’ll take a look in the medicine cabinet.”

I got a washcloth, ran cold water over it, squeezed out the excess, and gave it to Janet. Then went to the bathroom to check out our supply of meds. Nothing stronger than Ibuprofen.

When I got back to the living room Janet was stretched out on the sofa face down with the washcloth on her neck. “Sorry,” I said. “Nothing that you probably haven’t already tried.” I sat down next to her. “Would you like me to drive you to CareFirst?”

“No thanks,” she said. Her voice was slightly muffled by the pillow under her head. “This compress has already done wonders. I wish I had thought of it before I escort tesettürlü bothered you.”

“No bother,” I said. “Maybe you were just tense. Rough day?”

“Not really,” she answered. “Maybe just too many not great days piled up. We’re all worried about layoffs at work, and Paul missed a school meeting.” Paul was her ex. I had never particularly liked him, but didn’t have any reason to dislike him either. I did know that Janet and Paul had their daughter Kelly on alternate weeks and that this was Paul’s week.

If I had thought about it first I would have been too self conscious to touch her. As it was, I just acted on instinct and began to gently massage her shoulders.

After I started, I wondered why I had done such a personal thing with someone that I really didn’t know that well. But she didn’t seem to mind. It was a little awkward because I was sitting at Janet’s right side and had to reach a bit to get to her left shoulder. But I kept up the gentle action, smoothing the muscles that join the neck and shoulders, letting the warmth of my hands mix with the cool of the cloth.

A minute or so went by, and I could feel Janet relaxing under my touch. I continued to work on her neck muscles, extending the length of my strokes to cover her upper arms. “That’s really wonderful,” she mumbled. “You can keep that up just as long as you want to.”

As always, I enjoyed the act of massaging. I let myself fall into the rhythm of up toward the neck, back down the arms. My downward strokes now included massaging Janet’s biceps by briefly wrapping my hands around her arms and squeezing gently. I was so caught up in the massage that several minutes passed before I realized my fingers were gently grazing her breasts each time I did that. And that her breasts weren’t hampered by a bra.

When I did finally notice, I almost jumped up in embarrasment. But Janet certainly didn’t seem to mind. “Probably hasn’t even noticed it,” I thought. But once the thought was in my head it wanted to stay. In fact, it began to occupy more and more of my attention.

Automatically I moved to the next step in a full massage, changing from a sideways motion across Janet’s shoulders to a downward one along the her spine. In this part I work on the muscles in the side of the back, and that means rubbing from the middle toward the side. And again, I found my fingers brushing Janet’s breasts. This time it wasn’t entirely accidental.

Now istanbul escort girls it seemed obvious that Janet didn’t minding my touch. Each time my hands slid down her sides toward her breasts she raised herself a little up from the sofa cushion. Almost as if to make more room for my hands near her breasts.

Was this really happening? Or was I letting my fantasies get the better of me?

I wanted it to be real, and decided to find out once and for all. If I was wrong I could say that I slipped.

On the next rub down her sides I let my hands slide all the way around until they cupped Janet’s breasts fully. I was prepared to pull away with an apology, but instead was thrilled to feel her press against my hands, to feel her nipples through her shirt. And to hear her say again, but with an entirely different voice, “You can keep that up just as long as you want to.”

I was thrilled. I left my awkward position at Janet’s side to straddle her, resting my knees on each side of her hips. And as I continued the massage down her back I slowly worked her shirt up and out of her jeans and let my hardening penis press against her firm backside.

When her shirt was free I reached under her again and this time was able to caress her breasts without any intervening cloth to dull the touch. Her nipples were now fully firm, succulent little buds that called out to be gently tweaked and pulled. I rolled her nipples gently between thumb and forefinger, and was rewarded with a small shudder that told me Janet was enjoying my attentions.

My penis was now fully erect, straining against my jeans. Janet pressed up against me, sliding her hips softly from side to side to increase the maddening, marvelous friction. She had also moved one hand down between her legs and was doing some massaging of her own.

But massaging was my job. I slipped my hands around her to find the button at the top of her jeans. I freed the button, then slowly began to explore with my right hand. I felt the smooth, warm skin of her lower belly. Then my wandering fingers found the first traces of her pubic hair. A bit lower, and I found the first faint rise of her vulva. Lower still, and my middle finger began to trace the delicious divide between her labia. I grazed her clitoris and Janet shuddered, then pressed herself hard against my finger.

The pants had to go. I regretfully moved my hand back up and slid the zipper down. Standing for a moment, I worked her jeans down escort özbek and off of her legs, and before resuming my kneeling position over her I slid my own slacks off.

There was a lot less between us now. My penis was so hard it hurt, and the feel of Janet’s bottom rubbing back and forth across it with no more than the cloth of her panties and my boxers between us was almost more than I could bear. I slid my right hand inside the right leg of her panties at her thigh and then around to the warm, wet cleft between her legs. I cupped her vulva in my hand, then slipped my middle finger inside her while using my thumb to circle her clitoris. As I increased the depth of my thrust I let the circle get smaller, now barely grazing the sensitive little nub each time around.

My penis slipped out of my shorts and lay against Janet’s firm left thigh. Reaching back with her left hand she began to slowly run her finger tips up its length, stopping just below the head. Then, with a slow, graceful motion that almost drove me mad with desire she tenderly circled the swollen head with the tips of her fingernails.

I was now beyond restraint. Again I stood, and again I stripped us both. This time, when I resumed my position straddling Janet, she raised herself on her knees. I reached around her to cup her breasts in my hands and slid my penis between her thighs. For a few seconds we teased each other, lightly probing, softly pushing. And than in a sudden thrust I slid my penis into her welcoming vagina.

She pushed back against me to fit me in as deeply as possible, and for a moment we simply stayed that way, my hardness in her softness. Then I began the slow rhythm, slipping almost all the way out and then sliding back in. Janet responded by rotating her body against mine, making sure that I explored every inch of her. She was deliciously tight, and each movement rewarded me with almost unbearable sensation.

Because I had masturbated just the night before I was able to maintain some semblance of control. We stayed locked together for minutes, now driving urgently against each other, now moving in a slow, steady pulse. Finally Janet, who had been almost silent, began to sigh. The sighs quickened and deepened to something like gasps. And then she was suddenly bucking against me, pushing back so hard that I had to fight to stay upright, and the muscles of her vagina tensed and relaxed, gripping and releasing me with the fierce intensity of her orgasm. That sent me over my edge, and with a shuddering sob I shot what felt like gallons of warm semen deep inside her welcoming body.

We stayed there, deeply coupled, for some uncounted time. Then Janet slowly let herself collapse on to her stomach and I followed to keep us together. And we lay there, my penis growing soft inside her, while we caught our breath.

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My name is Rikki, and this is the story of how my life changed one random day at work. I’m the receptionist at a small business of about 20 employees, run out of two residential houses in a pretty rural area of the city. The houses are separated by a little wooded lot, that is pretty thick and grown up, with a nice trail from house to house through it. It was a pretty regular day at work, lots of phone calls, lots of paper work. My boss then told me to run down to the other house, and get some product samples for him, this happens quite frequently throughout the day. It was pretty sunny and warm out today, so I usually like to take my time and casually walk down the trail. About halfway down the trail I ran into Landon. Landon was a jack of all trades at our shop, he fixed everything, ran equipment, and was basically a manager. Landon is about my age 23-24, and is a bigger guy, he’s not fat by any means, he’s muscular without being overly ripped. He is a very nice guy who is quirky and sweet, but not really my type. I’ve never looked at him as anything more than a funny guy who I work with, mainly because I have a boyfriend who I am happy with, and he is married with a baby on the way. As we passed each other on the trail we made casual remarks, and I continued on my way.

About half the day had passed when my boss told me to run down to the other house again. It had become overcast out, and as I walked down the trail I had an odd feeling that I was being watched. I picked up my pace and got to the other house, got the stuff and started to go back down the trail when I got the feeling again. Then out of the corner of my eye I saw someone standing in the woods, I turned and almost jumped out of my shoes. The black man starring at me was clearly on some sort of drugs, his eyes were all glazed over, and his stance looked very intimidating.

I was very frightened, and I told the man with fear in my voice,” This is private property sir, you can’t be here.”

He starred at me for a second, then said,” Oh, I’m sorry miss, I’ll be on my way.”

I turned, and planned to start running, when I felt his breath on my neck.

He said,” Could you help me with something?”

Thousand of things running through my head, I said,

” I have to get back to work sir.”

He grabbed me by my hair and threw me to the ground. I was terrified, I had no voice what so ever, all I could do was start crawling away. He grabbed me again and started dragging me closer to him, he was much more powerful than me, and I could do nothing but whimper and try and grab onto something. I only weigh about 115 lbs so it was very easy for the man to move me where he wanted to. He held me down with one hand, and started removing his pants. My god, he was going to rape me….I was crying now, and finally I found my voice, and screamed. He covered my mouth, and I fought him as he tried to undo my pants. Then suddenly like the wind picked up to 100mph he flew backwards. It was Landon, he grabbed and threw the man to the ground. He jumped on top of him, and started throwing punches, and the guy laid motionless. Landon has knocked him out. I was never happier to see Landon than ever before. I tried to stand, but realized that I had twisted my ankle during the whole process.

Landon then got up and turned to me and said,” Are you ok?”

His voice was so calm, and poised. I couldn’t find words with tears still running down my face, all I could do was shake my head yes. He tried to help me up when he realized I was holding my ankle. Then in one swift move he picked me up in his arms and started to carry me out of the woods.

He said, ” Don’t worry Rikki, I’m here.”

I just laid my head on his shoulder, and closed my eyes, a few tears still running down my face. I could smell his cologne, it was musky, but very appealing. In the very short time in his arms I must have passed out.

I woke an hour or so later in the hospital. The first person I saw when I opened my eyes was my boyfriend Kevin. escort türbanlı I immediately started to cry and wrapped my arms around him. He smelled good, but the thought drifted back to me of Landon’s smell. Kevin told me that the guy was arrested, and had warrants for rapes over the years. He then told me that I had rest of the week off from work, and we could leave the hospital as soon as I woke up. The ride home was very quiet, and I drifted off again. It was just a nightmare of that man, but then again Landon was there to save me. It was that way for a week or so, every night I had the nightmare of being violated, but then Landon came to my rescue. Then one night the dream was going the same way, but after Landon rescued me he carried me out of the woods, and into the house. He laid me on the desk and began to remove my clothes. I offered no resistance to him as he began kissing my neck and rubbing my tits. He then looked me in the eye, and our mouths locked in a amazing kiss. He then took his shirt off revealing a nice sparsely haired chest with muscular arms. I then woke up, and looked around, I was home in bed next to Kevin, sweat dripping down my face.

But something was different. I reached between my legs and felt my wetness. My pussy was soaked, I entered a finger past my lips and let out a soft moan. I can’t believe that dream got me so wet. Also the fact I was dreaming about Landon. I was so horny I couldn’t take it, I started to rub my pussy, I then looked over and saw Kevin sleeping. I pulled the blankets down and pulled his cock out of his boxers and immediately start to suck it. I worked mainly on the head, then licked my way down to his balls. I wasn’t usually much for giving oral, but tonight was different. Kevin then awoke and didn’t say much, he just went with the flow. I needed his cock inside me. I suck for a second longer then decided I needed him. I straddled his dick and started to sit on it. It was going in easier than ever before. I was so wet and horny that it didn’t take long before I felt my pussy tighten and I was screaming at the top of my lungs in pure ecstasy. A minute later I felt his balls tighten, and he started to grunt, and I got off him and his cum flew up in the air, and landed on his stomach. I’ve never let him, or any of my past boyfriends cum in me, I just don’t want to take the chance of getting pregnant, even though I’m on birth control.

Kevin looked at me and said,” What was that all about?”

I couldn’t tell him that the dream about Landon fucking me got me so wet. I loved Kevin very much, and I can very well see myself marrying him someday, but tonight Landon was all I could think about.

I just looked him in the eye and said,” Just got in the mood baby, I hope you liked it.”

“Did I ever!!!” He almost screamed

We both said goodnight, and back to sleep I went.

It had been two weeks since the incident, and it was finally time to go back to work. The day was pretty typical, but I hadn’t seen Landon at all that day. My boss then asked me to run to the other house and grab something. I froze, and it all came rushing back to me, then he said not to worry, and I’ll see what he’s talking about when I get out there. I headed out the back door, and instantly saw Landon standing there with his shirt off, hammering nails into a piece of wood. Thoughts started running through my head, and I could feel the dampness in my pussy. Landon looked up and saw me standing there and smiled.

“Hey there Rikki!” He said.

“Hi Landon.”

He stood up and approached me sweat glistening off his skin. He held out his hand for me to grab it.

“Come on, I want to show you something.” he said.

I was hopping he was going to take me somewhere and fuck my brains out. He started to take me down the trail and I noticed that the bushes were all cut back, and that there was a big fence around the trail with cameras all over the place. All fear I had when my boss first escorts istanbul told me to come down the trail was gone, but not because of the fence, or the cameras, but because of the amazing man holding my hand walking me down the trail. Landon explained all the work he had done to make it safer, and make me feel better. He had been working on this for about two weeks, and all I could think about was his cock inside me. I threw my arms around his neck and hugged him, and he returned the hug.

“Thank you so much.” I said.

“No problem, I did what I could.” He said

“Not just for all this work you did, but thank you for what you did.” I said as I started to tear up.

“Hey, don’t cry Rikki, you don’t need to thank me, I did what had to be done. I’m just glad your ok.”

I couldn’t say anything I just cried with my head buried into his shoulder, smelling his cologne once again. I felt tingles in my pussy, and all the dreams and thoughts of Landon came rushing to me, and I kissed him on the lips. He stopped

“Rikki, I can’t do this, your not thinking clear. I have a wife, and you have a boyfriend.” Landon said

“Landon I’m sorry, its just that I have these feeling for you now, and these dreams about you, and I can’t stop thinking about you.”

“I’m sorry, but I love my wife very much. I think your beautiful, and a wonderful person, but this can’t ever happen.”

He was right, I had a good thing going with Kevin, and he had his wife, how could I be so stupid. He noticed that I understood, and took my hand to walk me back to the house.

The weeks passed, and the dreams about him continued, and it ended up with me waking up horny and wet, and I’d fuck the shit out of Kevin. Work was normal, except Landon basically avoided me. I finally got fed up with not seeing him so I confronted him one day at lunch.

“Landon, why are you avoiding me?”

He looked puzzled and said,” What do you mean, avoiding you?”

“You’ve haven’t been talking to me the way you usually do, and I like talking to you. Is this about the kiss?”

“No….well kind of. It just kind of changed things, and I want to avoid any sort of temptation.”

It was then I realized that he wanted me, but was fighting it off. I knew I could have him, and I needed him.

“I understand, it’s ok” I said, as I turned and walked away with a big smile on my face

I knew at that moment that I was going to tease him to the point of fucking me silly.

Over the next week I made it a point to walk by him, and brush up against him, or wink at him when he looked me in the eye. Then one day as I was walking down the trail I saw Landon walking the other way and I decided to tease him. I then dropped my files on the ground and squatted down to pick them up. On the way down I pulled my pants down some, so my thong was sticking out. As he approached me he was going to help me pick up the files when I looked at him and saw him starring at my protruding thong.

“Looking at something?” I said with a gin on my face

He stammered for a second, and then said,” I was going to help you with your files.”

I knew I had caught him, and as I stood up I lightly brushed my hand against his groin, and he almost jumped straight up in the air.

“Oops, sorry.” I teasingly said, as I turned and walked away, shaking my ass.

I didn’t see Landon the rest of the day, but I stayed wet the whole day. I had to go to the bathroom three time to play with myself I was so horny. At the end of the day just about everyone had left when I went to clock out, and I realized Landon and I were the only two left. I clocked out and as I was walking out the door, Landon was walking in. I looked at him and he couldn’t even look me in the eye, I knew he was fighting his urges. I walked to my car in the parking lot out back of the house, and took longer than usually to get to my car. When I got in, I saw Landon walking towards my car. He got in the passenger side, looked escort olgun me in the eye.

“Just drive.” he said

I drove for a few minutes, and then he told me to pull into the Holiday Inn. We didn’t say anything to each other, we just knew what was going to happen, and I was just so wet thinking about it.

He paid for a room for us, and still even on the way to the room he didn’t say anything. As soon as we closed the door he instantly kissed me with force. Our tongues fought each other as we made our way to the bed. He gently laid me down on the bed and began removing his shirt, then removed mine. He kissed his way down my neck to my bra cover breasts. Smoothly he slid his hand behind me and undid the clasp. As he kiss my chest he removed my bra, gently sucking on my nipples. I was in heaven, he was the most gentle passionate man I’ve ever been with. He kissed his way down my belly, and started to remove my pants, I helped him as I lifted up and pulled them off. He then slowly removed my thong, the whole time looking me in the eyes. I laid on my back as he then began to gently lick and suck on my soaked pussy lips. I started to moan, and run my fingers through his hair. He was amazing, Kevin had gone down on me plenty of times, but nothing ever like this. He slowly entered two fingers into me as he sucked on my clit.

I could feel my body tensing up, and he still gently and passionately continued his way. Then it hit me, it was the most intense orgasm I’ve ever had I bucked and thrashed. When I finally calmed down he stood up and laid on top of me, and began to kiss me. I could taste myself as we made out. I rolled him on his back, and removed his pants. His boxers were tenting. I removed his boxers, and out it popped. His penis was only about 7 inches long, but it was really, really thick. It didn’t even fit in my hand, but I started to suck in like a mad person. I had trouble fitting it in my mouth, but I wanted it all the way in for him. He let out soft moans as I worked his shaft with my mouth and hands. After a few minutes he picked me up and laid me down on the bed. He laid in between my legs, and reached for his cock. He slowly started to insert it into my wanting, and waiting pussy. It was so massive, I could barely breath. He went very slowly, and gently rocked his hips in and out of me. He looked me straight in the eyes.

“Your so beautiful.” He said as he kissed me. It was then that I realized that in all my dreams I wanted him to fuck me hard and fast, but he was making love to me. He was making me feel like a goddess. He was treating me the way Kevin never did. He rhythmically thrusted in and out of me bringing me closer and closer to another amazing orgasm. Again I could feel my pussy tighten around his cock, and I moaned and screamed his name as he gently made love to me. I had another orgasm, and then another, and another, before I could see the sweat on his brow, and he started to pick up the pace a little. He was almost ready to cum, as he just stared me in the eyes. Then with one last thrust he empty his cum inside me. I wanted him to cum in me. No one ever had before, but something told me I wanted him to be my first.

We quickly showered making love one more time in the shower, then I drove him back to get his car. On his way out of the car I grabbed his arm and kissed him again.

“Landon, that was amazing…your wife is the luckiest woman alive.” I said

He kissed me one last time got out of the car and left. When I got home that night I fucked Kevin at least five times. I tried to make love to him, but all he wanted to do was fuck, and get it over with. The whole time, all I could think about was Landon. The next day my boss informed me that Landon had put his two weeks notice in. I quickly ran to find him.

“Why are you quitting??”

“I have to Rikki, It is just too awkward. I have a family, and I can’t ruin that. You are amazing, you have an amazing body, and you are amazing in bed. I think I’m falling in love with you and I need to leave before it ruins both our lives.”

He was right…I just wanted to run away with him forever, but I knew that would never happen. Two weeks later he was gone, and I never saw him again. That summer I married Kevin, and I’m now pregnant, but I still think about Landon every time I walk that trail at work.

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“Pam Williams wants to add you to her friend list.” was what my computer said when I fired it up a few days before Christmas.

I hadn’t seen or heard from Pam in nearly four years. We’d worked together for the same travel company for five years before they laid everyone off. We’d worked in different departments, but had a lot of common interests and she was fun to be around.

The fact that she was stacked and curved nicely may have also had something to do with it. She had long brown hair, bright blue eyes and a cute nose. She was also freckled on her face and arms and I often wondered just how far the freckles went down.

Why hadn’t I acted on my desires sooner? She was married. Married to another guy at work, no less. Awkward.

So we remained friends at work, but lost contact with each other when the company fell apart. That was, until I joined Facebook a month ago and all my ex-coworkers seemed to find me.

I knew I was playing with fire, but I added Pam to my friends list and sent her a message.

“What’s up? Long time no see. Lost track of the old gang and it’s good to see some familiar faces. Big plans for the holidays? Say hi to Dave!”

Dave was her husband, so I didn’t feel quite so slimy sending his wife a note if I included his name.

I then browsed around her page and looked at photos, including a few from vacations, parties, and general hanging out. There were even pictures from her and a few other girlfriends waiting for the seventh Harry Potter book release. I’m not as ardent a fan as her, but I did enjoy the books and it was one of those things we talked about a lot at work.

I got a response pretty quickly.

“Hey yourself! Things are good, surprisingly. Dave and I divorced about six months back. I’d like to say it’s a long story, but it isn’t. Happy in my new place and new job. We should hang out sometime. I miss your ‘insights’ into HP. OH! That reminds me, party at my place for New Year’s. Wear your HP finest or I’ll brand you a MUGGLE!”

She included her phone and address. I promptly dialed her.

“A muggle? After all we’ve been through, you dare to call me that?”

Pam laughed, “I know how to get your goat. Seriously, can you come? It’ll be mostly people from my new job and a few familiar faces, but I would love to have you there.”

“I’ll be there, promise.”

I spent several days during the holidays trying to scrounge up a good costume. After Halloween, things were lean, so I had to express ship a costume from a good escort sınırsız costume shop a friend recommended.

I was pretty ready to puke when I got to her apartment on New Year’s Eve. Fortunately, when Pam opened the door, she was all hugs and hellos.

“I’ve missed you so much, Brad!” she squealed and squeezed me.

She hadn’t changed much. She’d lost a little weight, her top was still quite large, but her backside had slimmed down. But not enough to ruin her nice curves.

Her costume was perfect, sweater, blouse, and tie with a skirt that came just above her knee. Below that were knee-high socks and leather shoes. She was even sporing a young-looking ponytail. To my delight, she and I appeared to be the only party attendants brave enough to go to the “wrong side of the tracks” and picked the green and black of Slytherin house.

“It’s good to be bad,” I said, pointing to her tie.

“And how,” she winked back. “Come in and let me get you a drink.”

In the kitchen, we sipped wine and got caught up. I was pleasantly surprised to find her ignoring her other guests talk with me. Pam even shooed away a pushy redhead named Mike who was clearly interested in getting into her panties.

We talked, we drank and soon our hands touched. Before I knew it, we were holding each other, our eyes fixed on each other. The first kiss came suddenly, my body ignoring my brain and I just did it.

“I’ve been wanting that all night,” she whispered.

“I’ve been wanting that for years,” I said with a laugh.

“Yeah,” she blushed slightly. “I could feel something between us, but I was married and…”

“And…yeah,” I said. Pam’s body was warm against mine and she leaned closer. I slipped and landed in a nearby chair, Pam landing on my lap. Her crotch was pressed into mine and I was suddenly aware of just how aroused I was.

“Oh!” she said, blushing slightly.

“Uh, sorry?” I said with a smirk.

“Don’t be,” she smiled back. “I’m not.” She kissed me again, this time with more force. My erection grew and pressed into her body.

“God, Pam,” I said, breathing heavily. “I’m not going to be able to get up without embarrassing myself.”

“Come with me,” she said pulling me quickly to her room. It was hard with the boner I was sporting, but Pam kept in front of me the whole time.

The door was closed and locked and before I could say “Hogwarts,” Pam was kneeling and unzipping my fly.

I could feel her big escorts tits against my thighs as she pulled my cock out and stroked it gently. The room was dark, so the only thing I could sense around me was her body against mine and her wonderful hands.

Then her hands were gone and I felt warm, wetness around my swollen member.

“God…” I groaned, “Pam, you don’t have to…”

But again, my brain shut my mouth down and I just enjoyed the sensation of a beautiful woman sucking my cock.

Lacking anything useful to do with my hands, I ran them through Pam’s slightly curled brown locks, encouraging her to work faster on my manhood. Each bounce brought her big breasts into contact with my legs.

My lust for the plump woman finally exploded out of my mouth.

“Suck it Pam!” I growled, “Suck my cock! Oh fuck, yes! Suck it, baby! Suck it! SUCK IT! AHHHHH!” I climaxed, filling her mouth with several pumps of hot semen.

With a slurp, she pulled off my softening member and stood up. With her mouth by my ear, she made an exaggerated swallowing noise and then whispered, “You taste delicious.”

“I…uh…God, Pam, that was insane!”

“I know,” she said, zipping me up, “But now you’re presentable enough to go back out with my other guests.”

She led me out of her bedroom by the hand, and sat me down on the couch where she promptly dropped her soft, round ass into my lap, where we enjoyed the rest of the evening.

We kissed at midnight. Probably longer and harder than was publicly acceptable, but we didn’t really care.

As people filtered out, I noticed that Mike was still there and didn’t seem intent on leaving. Finally it was just Pam, Mike, and Me.

“Mike,” Pam said softly, “I think the party’s over. See you at work, OK?”

“Well, I don’t have to go, I could just hang…”

“Mike,” Pam said, now a little firmer, “Nothing’s going to happen between you and me.”

“I just thought…” he began, but Pam cut him off, but grabbing my crotch quite hungrily.

“Not. Gonna. Happen.” she stated firmly and without question.

He bolted and was gone in less than five seconds. She got up and locked the door behind her.

“Now,” she said, starting to unbutton her blouse, “Where were we?”

“I think I need to repay the favor from earlier tonight.”

She licked her lips and smiled, “I love a man that isn’t afraid to get messy. But I have something else in mind before that. You stay put.”

Pam was only gone for a minute escort gecelik before returning with a few CDs and a long, slender dildo.

“Don’t take it personally,” she said, indicating the sex toy, “I know you’re much bigger and will satisfy much more deeply. I just want to have a good long time of it tonight.”

Before I can comment, she slipped a disc into the stereo and brassy jazz started pouring out of it. The tie is loosened and discarded. Then the rest of the blouse, revealing a very full white bra with black and green plaid. Her shoes are kicked off and she gets onto the coffee table in front of the couch I’m sitting on. On all fours, her big ass pointed at me, she hikes her skirt to show panties that match her bra.

These are tugged down to show a hairless cunt, positively dripping with moisture. Her ass is smooth and freckled like the rest of her body. The dildo is brought around and slid into her waiting slit and groans with delight. Slowly, she pushed it in and out.

She picked up speed, fucking herself while I watched in delicious pleasure as she went faster and faster, crying out my name and then going stiff as her orgasm exploded within her.

After a few moments, she slid the toy out of her body, brought it to her mouth and licked it from base to tip.

“Care to help a girl out?” she purred.

I got off the couch and onto my knees, my face diving into her hairless crotch.

“Yes! Eat me! Eat my pussy! I’ve been dreaming of your hot tongue down my cunt for so fucking long!”

I took my fingers and rubbed her clit while I licked and nibbled her sex. It wasn’t long before the busty brunette was coming again.

She was panting hard, but I didn’t let her catch her breath. I unzipped my fly and pulled my aching cock out. With a hard shove, I was finally inside Pam’s hot little cunt.

“Ugh!” Pam cried out, “That’s it! Yes! Just like that. Just like my dreams!”

I reached up and undid her bra, letting her pendulous breast drop free. Then I grabbed her hips and proceeded to fuck her hard and fast, my pent-up emotions driving me crazy.

“Going to come…again! Don’t…don’t come in me…not good…oh God…I’m coming! I’m coming!”

With a primal scream, she tensed and then relaxed.

“Pull..out,” she said between heaving breaths. “Let me…taste you again.”

I pulled out, I was far too close and the sight of her naked breasts, brilliant smile and bright blue eyes sent me over the edge.

“Pam!” I cried out as she gripped my member and I exploded semen all over her face and breasts. “I’m…so sorry,” I said, breathing hard.

She wiped her face and licked the results from her fingers.

“I bet that wasn’t in your dreams,” I said with a smirk.

“No,” Pam said, kissing me on the cheek. “But it will be tonight.”

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This is my first story, please leave your feedback and constructive criticism. Let me know if you want more!

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Edited- Trying my best to fix grammatical errors.

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“Katie, what do you think?” I suddenly snapped out of my daydream and quickly came back to reality. My brother Brad was getting married the next month and was trying to get my opinion on something or the other but I just couldn’t stop thinking about the previous night.

Before getting into that, let me introduce myself, my name is Katie, I’m 21 years old, I have long curly black hair and green eyes. I’m 5 ft 2 inches and 122 lbs, I’m slightly tanned thanks to sun bathing opportunities I’ve had recently. I’m pretty petite but I take pride in my curves, I’ve been blessed with beautiful 34 C round, perky tits and a nice ass.

Brad’s my older brother, he’s 26, tall at just about 5 ft 10 inch, short black hair and brown eyes. He’s your typical big brother, annoying and over protective. We fought a lot growing up. Our dad died when I was 5 and I guess he thought he needed to be my protector, which caused a lot of arguments between us because he was just too overprotective. If he had his way, I’d be locked in a bubble for the rest of my life. Thank God for college!

I went away for college which he wasn’t too happy about. At first I was a stick in the mud but as soon as it set in and I realized Brad was no longer there to control me, I let loose! Not too loose though, I still had my head about me most of the time. Just your average college girl, my friends and I would party every weekend and get drunk.

My first year of college was when I had my first kiss. That was also when I lost my virginity to my then long term boyfriend, Kyle. I must say I don’t miss him at all but I did miss the amazing sex we used to have but I was still bitter over the way things ended. I had sex with 2 guys after him but none lived up to what I’d been used to with him.

Brad and his fiance had only been dating for one year before getting engaged. He had been a womanizer before he met Stephanie. He never dated, he just hooked up with every girl that looked in his direction so it was shocking when he announced his engagement. I had only met Steph once before so I couldn’t form an opinion yet but my mom wasn’t a big fan and that said a lot cause my mom loved everyone!

The best man wasn’t a big fan of her either, my brother’s best friend Tyler. They have been best friends since I was 6. Tyler had a pretty dysfunctional family and because of it he was always hanging out at our house. His dad was a drunk and would get physical with him when he would get angry. That was usually when he would come over no matter the time of night, my mom always made sure that he had a way to get in the house if he needed to. My mom treated him pretty much like her own son.

Tyler towered over me at 6 ft 4, 180 lbs, short blonde hair, the most beautiful icy blue eyes I get lost in and his body, oh my God, his toned, muscular, tanned body with perfect 6 pk and big muscular arms.

It certainly didn’t help that he was a bit of a dirty, rough cut, bad boy. He worked at his uncle’s bike shop and worked on cars on the side. He could get any girl he wanted and he knew it! He was so smooth with his word and he knew how to charm a girl. I’ve watched him over the years have girls just drool over him.

This included me too but I’ve never made that known. It wasn’t till I was about 11 that I started having an innocent crush on him. It quickly turned to lustful thoughts as I started learning about sex and he started walking around the house shirtless and sweaty.

I knew nothing would ever come out of it so I never put much effort into hitting on him or letting it show. He would occasionally flirt with me but that was just the way he was with everyone, even my mom so I quickly learned that he meant absolutely nothing by it.

In fact, our relationship was pretty much just like the one I had with Brad. Tyler was so much more fun to annoying than it was with Brad because I always managed to get under Tyler’s skin. Usually, it was me complaining and whining to him about everything he does. Not to mention the pranks we would play on each other.

I hadn’t seen much of him since I left for college. I went to college 3 hrs away from home so I would rarely visit and since him and my brother moved out I never really saw them much. I never had a reason to come see him. Afterall, he was my brother’s friend.

That weekend we were all getting together at Brads new house. He was having some sort of get together with all his and Steph’s family because we all needed to get to know each other. I got there mid-day on Friday. Steph was driving her parents down from wherever they lived and everyone else was getting there later that evening.

I was looking forward to having lunch with Brad and catching up. I showed up at the address and rung the door bell, the door pulled open and to my surprise, there stood Tyler, not only was I surprised escort esenler but I was also extremely happy to see him after so long!

Absolutely nothing changed about him but the length of his hair, it was longer now and pulled back in a ponytail and he had a day’s worth of stubble on his face. He was wearing cargo shorts and his favorite band t-shirt. He looked incredibly sexy dressed that casually.

“Wow Katie, is that you?” I wore a pair of white shorts and a fitted long sleeve top that was low cut showing off my perfect tits. I noticed his eyes scanned my body before he swiftly leaned down to hug me, lifting me off the ground a little.

“You look so different from the last time I saw you, somebody grew up!” He picked up my bags and guided me into the house.

“You never come see me anymore, stranger!” He smiled. Oh, how I can melt in his smile and those beautiful blue eyes!

“If it makes you feel better, I don’t visit anyone much,” I replied, smiling back at him. I let my eyes wander around the house as I talk to him, amazed by how nice the inside is.

“But I’m you’re most favorite person in the world though,” he teased, giving me a look with those pretty eyes trying to guilt me. I scooted closer to him and wrapped one arm around his waist into a side hug, his eyes were my weakness!

“I’ll try to visit you more if it makes you feel better,” I paused for a second, “Where’s my brother and why hasn’t he come down to see me yet!” He put this arm around my shoulder.

“He went to get some last-minute errands done, looks like it’s just you and me squirt,” he walked me over to the couch, I sat as he jetted off to the kitchen to get us some drinks. I sat there, shaking my head, after all this time I couldn’t believe he still made me melt the way he did.

We spent the next hour talking, catching up on what had been going on in our lives. I told him all about my classes and what I was trying to make of my life and he shared his plan on opening his own shop and filled me in on all the girls he’d been screwing. He also shared his opinion on Steph and it was not a nice one.

In walked Brad just as he started to ask me about dating. Now I didn’t have to tell him about my relationships, he still thought I was the innocent virgin that I was when I left for college. Getting off the sofa, I ran over to Brad and hugged him tight as we greeted each other, it had been so long since I had seen him.

We had no time to talk as he was running around trying to get everything ready for the get together that night. He assigned a few tasks to Tyler then he grabbed me with him to go back out to get some more stuff done. We made the most of drive time in-between stops catching up. He couldn’t stop talking about one of Steph’s cousins who he though I should take the time to get to know.

“Was my brother trying to set me up with his fiance’s cousin?” I asked myself. He must be losing his mind since the Brad I remembered would get angry just at the thought of a guy trying to talk to me.

Fast forward to the party. It was almost 6 pm and everyone was starting to arrive. I was in my assigned room getting ready, looking in the mirror, admiring how adorable I looked. I was wearing a short cocktail dress. It was a sleeveless black lace halter top with a solid black lining and the bottom of the dress was an A-line fit and flare style that stopped 2 inches above my knees. I completed the look with some adorable black 6 inch t-strap heels.

I was a tomboy and rarely got dressed up but when I did, I loved it! I wore slight makeup and my hair down, my curls fell into place perfectly at the sides of my face.

As I got ready to head downstairs, I heard a knock, “Wow!” was all that Tyler could say as he stood in the doorway stunned.

“Yes?” I inquired, admiring how stunning he looked in his outfit. He wore black dress pants with a decent belt, a white tucked in dress shirt with the top button undone and a black blazer thrown over, this hid all his tattoos. He hated getting dressed up but he did it as per Brad’s request and I wasn’t complaining, he cleaned up well!

“Uh um your moms here.” That was the first time I’d even seen Tyler at a loss for words and I must say I loved seeing it. I headed for downstairs, the house already filled with people I didn’t recognize and half with people I did, aunts, uncles and cousins.

I first went around looking for my mom then we went around greeting the rest of our family members. I couldn’t help glance across the room occasionally scanning for Tyler just to get a glimpse of him.

Two hours had passed, I was so over meeting people, I was just ready to be done for the night. I saw my brother walk towards me through the crowded living room. “Katie, Steph’s cousin is right over there, will you go talk to him?”

I looked over in the direction that he pointed to and I saw the back of what looked like a very handsome gentleman. “Alright, I’ll go talk to bayan escort istanbul him,” I responded.

I walked up behind him as he admired my brother’s record collection, I lightly tapped him on the shoulder trying to get his attention. My eyes widened and my jaw dropped as he turned around to reveal that it was Kyle, my ex-boyfriend!

“You’re Stephanie’s cousin?!” I exclaim with an upset look on my face.

“Wow Katie, you’re not Brads little sister, are you?”

“Yes, Brads my brother! He was trying to set me up with a scum bag like you?”

“Hold it right there babe, it seems as if he doesn’t know you all that well either, I believe he described you as an innocent? I guess he doesn’t know about the things you used to do to me and most definitely not the three–”

He was cut off by an angry response “You wouldn’t dare!”

He smiled a wicked side grin and said “Maybe I would, how do you think your family would look at you after knowing those things about sweet little innocent Katie?” Tears filled my eye with anger and frustration, I couldn’t believe this was happening right now. Unable to say anything I turned and started to walk away.

Kyle grabbed my hand by the wrist, pulling me back aggressively, “Where do you think you’re going? You don’t want me to go have a nice little talk with Brad, do you?”

I protested as I tried to wring my hand free, “Kyle let go of me!” He held on tighter.

Leaning down to speak softly in my ear, “You’re going to lead us upstairs and we’re going to catch up and I’m going to do whatever I want to you!” he commanded.

I opened my mouth to speak but before I could say anything I was cut off, “You don’t want me telling your brother, do you?”

I sighed, feeling defeated I turned to start walking upstairs, Kyle released his grip on me and started following me. I led him into the guess room where I was staying. He closed the door behind him and immediately held my chin in his hand, his thumb over my lips, “I miss this pretty little mouth baby! How about a little trade? You suck me off and I won’t say a word?”

He grabbed me by the head and pushed me down on my knees and started to undo his belt and pants before I could even consider his offer. I was unaware that Tyler was witness to the whole ordeal and came flying up the stairs behinds us once he realized what was going on.

The bedroom door swung opened and in came an angry Tyler. Tyler wasn’t sure of want was happening, all he was sure about was what looked like an argument downstairs. He grabbed Kyle by either side of his shirt collar and threw him up against the wall.

“Who the fuck are you and what do you think you’re doing?!?” I hadn’t seen Tyler this mad in a long time and I was worried about what he’d do.

“Katie, tell your guard dog to get off me!” Kyle was calm and played tough, Tyler was much bigger than he was and could do some serious damage.

I yelled, “Tyler, let him go, he’s not worth it!”

Tyler looked at me, “Is someone going to tell me what’s going on here?”

I spoke, “Let him go and I’ll tell you everything!”

Tyler had begun to loosen his grip on Kyle when Kyle spat out, “I guess you’re secret’s out Katie!”

Tyler had no clue what he was referring to but at this point he was looking for any reason to hurt Kyle. Tyler pushed Kyle back against the wall this time his forearm across his neck, “If I find out that you did anything to hurt Katie I will find you and bash you’re face in! Now, get the fuck out!”

Tyler was furious, he slammed the door shut as Kyle left then he turned to me with his hands on his hips, I could see he was trying to calm down, “Are you ok, Kate?”

I replied, “I’m fine, thank you for that!”

He looked at me for a few seconds in silence and shook his head. I must admit I was so turned on by him right then, something about the thought of him protecting me the way he did! I loved it.

“What was that all about?” he demanded, walking over to sit on the couch on the other side of the room.

I followed him over there sitting beside him, “That was Kyle, he’s my ex-boyfriend and he’s also Stephanie’s cousin.”

He replied, “Well, that doesn’t explain the situation I walked in on!” He held my left wrist examining the red mark around it from Kyle grabbing it, “Katie, let me kill that motherfucker!” His eyes intense with rage.

I tried calming him down, I took my left hand from him and I started gently rubbing his back to calm him down.

“I’m not going to tell you anything further till you calm down!” We sat in silence for a few mins while he calmed down. My mind racing because I didn’t want to tell him anymore than he needed to know.

“Alright squirt, I’m fine, now tell me!”

I started, “Well I met Kyle my first year in college, we dated for a while and I lost my virginity to him, I guess he thought he could blackmail me with threatening to tell Brad.”

Tyler looked at me, “I’ve known escort merter you for too long to know that you have more to hide than just your virginity, tell me the truth!”

I sighed, “We did some stuff I’m not too proud about and I didn’t want anyone to find out!” I said looking down and away from Tyler.

“Oh, now you know we’re going to have to tell me, right?” He smiled, looking at me.

“I don’t know about that!” I looked at him shaking my head, “You don’t want to know.”

He chuckled and responded, “Oh yes I do, so dish it!”

I felt my cheeks heating up just thinking about all the things I was about to reveal to Tyler, “Please don’t make me!”

He smiled widely, “Look at it as a thank you for me saving your ass,” he laughed.

“Promise not to judge?” I looked at him as a smile crept across his face.

“Alright, I’ll try my best,” he teased and I began.

“So, you know how Brad never let me date or have any kind of fun whatsoever? Well since I was away from all of you, I decided I wanted to have fun, explore and live my life. So I started partying, that’s when I met Kyle, I had no idea he was related to Stephanie! Let’s just say I was a little drunk and he was a little drunk and we ended up back in my dorm room.”

Tyler interrupted, “You fucked him the first time you met him?”

I glared at him, “You said you won’t judge!”

He smiled, “I’m just surprised is all.”

I continued, “Anyway, we started dating after that and let’s just say he was very experience and very sexual so I learned a lot of things from him and I enjoyed a lot that I’d prefer my brother not know!”

He started, “Well, you can’t say that to me and expect me not to want to know what you did!”

I sighed, my cheeks were probably beaming red from embarrassment at this point, Tyler obviously enjoying this, “Um, well, err, you know, stuff that college kids do!” He glared at me and I took at as my warning to go into detail.

“We tried a lot of kinky stuff OK?”

He glared at me again, “That tells me nothing, my idea of kinky and your idea of kinky maybe two different kinky.” He laughed knowing he was bullshitting just to get more details, for some reason he was enjoying this a lot!

“Okay, just sit there, do nothing and say nothing until I’m done telling you OK?” I demanded, “And no facial expressions either!”

He laughed and nodded and I continued, “Okay so we tried anal and we had a threesome with another girl, I would let him handcuff me or tie me up and I like being dominated.” I took a deep breath, looking at Tyler. He had a confused look on his face, I was so embarrassed and his expression made it worst!

“Wow! Katie, you are just full of surprises, aren’t you?” He smiled.

I stood up so embarrassed, “You must think I’m a freak!”

He laughed, “Not at all Katie!” His tone of voice changed, he spoke very low and calm, he moved over on the couch to sit in front of me. I had no idea what he was thinking right then, all I thought is how he must think I was a freak! Looking back on it, it may seem silly but the way I was brought up, girls like me just didn’t do stuff like that!

I looked down at him and I caught his eyes scanning my body, I looked down further and I could see a bulge through his pants.

I smile, “Did that turn you on?” I asked shocked. He was at a loss for words, he shrugged his shoulder and shook his head.

“You caught me!” he replied before reaching around me and pulling me on top of him. I straddled him, my legs on either side of his thighs, my crotch rested on his already hardening cock and I loved it. I thought, “He’s my brother’s best friend, I should protest?” But I wanted this and I couldn’t deny it. His hands moved up my body, exploring me as he slowly kissed my neck then he pulled away.

“You’re not going to stop me?” I felt his smile against my neck. I was so turned on by him that I couldn’t even pretend not to want what was happening. I didn’t even respond to him as I let him continue. I wanted this!

“Full of surprises!” He breathed against my skin before kissing up my neck and to my lips. His hands moved down to rest on my ass as he kissed me deeply, his tongue brushed against my lower lip. I parted my lips gaining him access and our tongues danced together. Oh how wet he was making me! My pink little thong was soaked!

My hand wondered down to his crotch, I reached down and gently caressed him through his pants as we kissed. I felt his hands moved off my ass and he grabbed my wrists gently.

“I didn’t say you can touch me!” He smiled so seductively, I was melting into one big wet mess. He pulled my hands behind my back and held them with one of his hands as the other went back to my ass and I felt a hard slap making me gasp.

“You like that, don’t you?” He smiled up at me and all I managed to do in that moment was nod and bit my lower lip. I felt his hand come crashing down through the material of my dress again. He let out a small growl.

“I want you so bad Katie!” He let go of my hands and his went back to my ass. My hands wrapped around his neck, he kissed me deeply again before picking me up off the couch, my legs wrapped around him. I felt one of his hands reaching up and unzipping my dress and undoing my bra. He walked me over and laid me on the bed.

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As I steered my Audi into the car park a small, trim, mature-looking lady was walking out of the gym and I stopped the car to let her walk across the road.

She gave me a very pleasant wave and smile as a ‘thank you’ and, as I admired her very large looking bust which was only emphasized by how petite she was, I waved back and nodded in acknowledgement. Her pink t-shirt and the sports vest she was wearing over the top were both figure-hugging and in profile the outline of her breasts looked even more impressive. As she walked on away from me I then appreciated how cute and pert her backside was, also clearly defined by the figure hugging leggings she was wearing.

Disappointed that this sexy lady wasn’t going to be in the gym, as a pleasant distraction from my work-out, I drove on and pulled into a free parking space only for the same woman to get into a top of the range BMW parked directly in front of me. The lady again smiled and I pretended to get something from the glove compartment just so I could watch her a bit longer.

She dumped her sports bag onto the passenger seat, pulled down the sun visor to check her self in the mirror, ruffled her from-a-bottle-looking blonde, shoulder-length hair and then appeared to put the key in the ignition. Aware that it was probably now obvious I was looking at her I reached round to pick up my own bag and as I turned round again the BMW literally jumped forward and knocked into the front of my car.

The lady looked horrified and after a brief pause jumped out of her car.

“I’m so, so sorry,” she gushed, as I got out of mine and moved round towards her.

“It’s my stupid husbands, stupid car, I’m only using it because mine is being serviced, and I’m not used to the gears, I really thought it was in reverse.”

“It’s OK, it’s OK”, I tried to calm her down, “these things happen, are you OK?”

“Yes thank you,” she unsurprisingly said as it had been such a minor ‘accident’!

“Well, that’s the main thing,” I reassured her “and it looks like it was just bumper to bumper so I expect it is all fine. Why don’t you reverse back slightly and we can just double check?”

As the lady got back into her car, I moved round to her door which was still open and asked smiling, “is it definitely in reverse this time?”

“I think so, but I thought that last time.”

She paused and looked apologetically up at me, “would you mind just checking?”

“Of course, no problem…excuse me then,” I said leaning forward and reaching across her, adding; “these manual gears can be a bit tricky.”

I could feel those magnificent breasts very lightly brushing against my back and she must have had a shower after her work-out because she smelt gorgeous. After fiddling briefly with the gear stick, I confirmed, “Yes that seems to be it.”

I somewhat reluctantly started to ease myself back up and away from her but, as I did so, I struggled to find somewhere for my left hand to rest to push myself up. I did, honestly, try to place it on the seat but it came to rest on her slender left thigh.

“Whoops, sorry,” I said, turning slightly to face her, but actually leaving my hand where it was.

“No problem,” she smiled nicely, repeating my line as we then just looked straight at each other, our faces close enough that I really had to resist the temptation to simply fall onto her wide, alluring mouth.

A man then appeared from what seemed out of nowhere and as he walked on past I pushed myself fully back up and out of the car, thinking he’d probably saved me from making a fool of myself and possibly getting a slap in the face into the bargain.

“Go on then, give it a go,” I encouraged.

The woman playfully crossed her fingers and proceeded to successfully move the car back a few feet.

When she got out I was already kneeling down looking at both the cars. She knelt down with me, I did think a little closer than would be normal as I pointed at a slight mark on the BMW’s bumper. “There, that’s all there is, nothing to worry about at all.”

“Oh you don’t know my husband, he’ll go on and on about even that. All he’s really interested in is his cars and his golf.”

As we both stood back up, I answered; “Are you joking?” looking her up and down. “He must be mad.”

This had been an automatic, honest reaction but I did fear that such an obvious inference might well now make her cut and run.

The lady must have been in her mid to late 40’s, whereas I was 32, but she looked remarkably trim and toned. She had on a little too much make-up for my normal liking but with those big tits and small waist she was certainly very sexy. I’d always had a ‘thing’ for older women but never had the opportunity to be with, or even flirt for a while, someone like her.

There was a definite pause as the woman seemed to be taking in what I’d said and, just as I feared the worst, she then smiled in a sort-of bashful way and said, “why thank you.”

I was aware of the blood now surging into my cock escort bahçelievler and the lady clearly dropped her eyes down to see the obvious erection now sticking proudly out of my shorts.

I suddenly felt some-what uncomfortable, standing there in a very public place whilst wearing a pair of flimsy sports shorts and experiencing what felt like the biggest, hardest erection I’d ever had, and so I moved my hands round to try and cover my embarrassment.

Raising her eyes, I was sure there was just the merest hint of a grin on her face as the woman continued; “well he’s away on one of his many golfing trips at the moment, so that’ll give me a chance to get it touched up before he gets back and he need never know anything about it.”

She paused and, moving slightly closer into me, reached out and rested her right hand on my arm.

Looking straight up at me, she then breathed in a husky, firmer voice; “Speaking of ‘touching up’ and things that ‘he’ never need know about, you’ve been so very kind about all of this, and I’ve taken up a lot of your work-out time, I’d really like to say ‘thank you’ properly……”

She was still staring right up at me and I became aware that her fingers were lightly kneading my arm and my cock was now literally jerking in excitement.

Smiling in the most seductive way I’d ever seen, with her hand moving up my arm, she then moved even closer into me, her body gently pressing into mine. “I only live about 5 minutes away and I’m sure I could give you a much better and more enjoyable ‘work-out’ than you’d get in the gym.”

All her fluster following the accident had gone and now she seemed totally confident and assured making her appear, if anything, even more sexy to me.

For the second time in only minutes I really didn’t think I would be able to fight the urge not to just fall onto her mouth and to grope her trim figure and those large tits there and then but, at least this time, I knew that I wasn’t just imagining the sexual tension.

I was, however, conscious of the fact there were now several other people around in the car park and so, gathering myself, I was pleased with my reply as I said; “Well I’ve checked the cars over but I suppose I really ought to check that you’re OK as well…”

“Good,” she grinned, “follow me then.”

As she slowly turned back towards the BMW I moved my hands away from the front of my shorts and she took the opportunity to quite subtlety let the fingers of her right hand trail across the bulge sticking out as she lowered herself into the driving seat.

“Well ‘he’ seems more than ready for a really good work-out,” she smiled up at me as I held the door for her.

I couldn’t think of a clever answer and so just nodded, smiling, and then pushed her door to and quickly jumped into my car before following her out of the car park, trying desperately to concentrate on my driving.

The drive itself certainly seemed to take longer than 5 minutes and I was relieved when I finally followed her up a long, private driveway to a very large, modern house, well away from any prying neighbors.

The lady parked the BMW in front of the double garage and motioned for me to park alongside another outbuilding on the other side of the house. As I got out I saw that it was a large indoor swimming pool but my real attention was on the lady as she walked across to the front door, unlocked it and then turned to motion to me to follow her before she stepped inside out of view.

I quickly walked across to the door, which she’d left ajar, looked around and then stepped inside myself.

The house had a massive hallway but my sole focus was once more on this sexy lady who was stood in the middle of the room, looking straight at me.

“Nice place,” I said, hesitating, wondering if she wanted to make the next move.

“Are you here to check me over or the house?” she said, smiling, tilting her head slightly and placing her hands on her hips.

I was aware that the obvious bulge in my shorts was a clear answer to that question but just paused to look at her, enjoying the anticipation and tension for a moment longer, before pushing the door shut and walking slowly towards her, looking her straight in the eyes all the way.

I was sure as I neared her I saw disappointment on her face as, rather than simply pulling her into me, I moved round behind her.

She partly turned her head and, as I was standing so close to her, our mouths were once more just inches apart. I could hear and see that she was breathing heavily and then as I lightly placed my hands on her upper back and then ran them down to her sides she let out a sigh and a definite shudder.

“Well, this all feels fine,” I breathed into her ear, trailing my hands round her slim hips and that cute back-side, before down and round to her upper legs and then thighs.

“But I think,” I continued moving my hands up to cup those large breasts, “I need to check istanbul bayan escort these out much more closely.”

As I kneaded her breasts and squashed them together she let out an even louder sigh and pushed herself back against me.

We stood there for a few moments, me massaging and groping at her tits and her pushing back and rubbing herself against my erection, harder and with more and more urgency, telling me all the while how “good” it felt.

I kissed at her neck and shoulders before she turned into me and pulled my face down onto her welcoming mouth, her tongue instantly darting and probing as I now pulled her onto me by her bum cheeks.

We were like a couple of horny teenagers, rubbing against and at each other as she then pushed me back against the nearest wall for support as we continued the most urgent, wet and frantic kissing I think I had ever experienced.

She was literally grinding herself against me, making louder and louder grunting noises through our kisses, as I breathed; “Fuck…you’re so…fucking…gorgeous…I need you…so much.”

This only seemed to make her even more frantic and she quickly dropped to her knees and in one movement yanked my shorts down to my ankles and engulfed my prick fully into her warm, wet, soft mouth, causing me to groan and moan at such a glorious sensation.

As I looked down I wanted to savor the sight of her sucking quite frantically and firmly, back and forth on my dick and I gently eased her hair away from her face as she, anything but gently, gobbled up and down.

Having initially been concerned that I found this lady such a turn-on that that I might come very quickly, I realized that my cock felt so much harder and more erect than it ever had done before and that the foreskin was so fully pulled back that I actually felt quite in control and unlikely to just suddenly feel myself coming unexpectedly. I was confident I could have stayed like this for ages, just enjoying watching and feeling this mature woman, whom I had only met less than half an hour beforehand, and whom I still didn’t even know her name, seemingly desperate to lick and suck my cock for all she was worth.

Suddenly, however, she let my prick pop out of her mouth and just as I was feeling disappointed at no longer feeling her soft but firm lips sliding back and forth along me and her tongue lapping and slurping at my shaft and helmet, my cock jerked again in excitement as she said, in-between kissing her way back up to my mouth; “I need…you to…fuck me.”

She then led by the hand and I somewhat awkwardly kicked off my shorts and then my trainers and socks as we went.

I momentarily felt a little stupid walking whilst bare naked from the waist down and with a bone-hard erection sticking out in front of me but completely forgot that when the lady turned to me once more and grinned as she kissed me;

“In fact…I need…to fuck…you,” as she then pushed me back onto a very large leather couch that looked just made to fuck on.

We were now in a big lounge with a massive stone fire-place but I was focused on her standing right in front of me as she quickly kicked off her own trainers and socks, then pushed in one motion her leggings and panties up and over her hips and down her slender, toned legs.

As I drunk in the sight of her neat, hairy pussy she straddled my lap and promptly guided my enlarged purple helmet back towards her entrance.

The first touch of her cool fingers on my cock made it jump and I watched transfixed as I then felt the tip of my prick nuzzle momentarily against her pussy lips before she impaled herself downwards onto my cock.

She had closed her eyes as she slipped down me, as if just wanting to concentrate fully on that sensation but now she opened them again and her look of lust and contentment was a massive turn on.

I started to move my face forward to fall once more onto those red lips but she beat me to it, leaning down to me, pushing her tongue firmly and deeply into my mouth as she started to grind herself down against me.

I just held myself there, enjoying her pulling my face onto hers whilst feeling her flex and contract her cunt muscles against my rock-hard cock and then start to slide herself up and down, faster and faster. Slurping noises confirmed how wet she was getting and, although her snatch felt warm and tight against me, she was now easily slipping up and down. I just held her lightly by her slim waist to offer support as she fucked herself more and more urgently on me.

She was throatily telling me how “good it felt,” so “hard and deep” inside her as she supported herself on my shoulders and really thrust up and down until she arched her head back as she grunted and swore, “fuck yes…oh, yes…oh, yea…oh, yeeaaaaaa” as she obviously came, long and hard.

I leant forward to firstly kiss all around her exposed throat, then down to her slender shoulders and lastly at those large breasts before reaching escort halkalı underneath her to knead and massage her small buttocks as she fully rode out her orgasm.

As she started to calm I simply held her up off me slightly by the buttocks, supporting her so that none of her weight was pushing down onto me and began to push myself up into her. By holding her off my lap, as I pushed up into her before easing myself back down, I could feel her pussy lips sliding all along the length of my shaft, like being caressed by a snug, velvety glove.

She had her eyes closed once more and was moaning and groaning in unison to my movements and then as I started to increase the pace and pressure of my thrusts she opened them again and urged me on; “that’s it…fuck me…fuck me…fuck me hard.”

It didn’t take very long at all for me to feel my balls tighten and then, as I ‘warned’ that I was, “going to come…going to come,” for her to encourage; “come inside me…come deep inside me…I want to feel you come deep inside me.”

With her words ringing in my ears I virtually cried out as it felt like my cock then literally exploded, spurting a massive pump of come up into her followed, after a moments pause, by more pump-loads than I’d ever experienced before.

Although I’d not really put any effort in, and although we’d only been fucking for a few minutes, with the sheer release of my pent-up desire and having experienced my most intense orgasm ever, I suddenly felt quite shattered.

I rested my head back on the couch, half-closing my eyes and sighing, as I held her by the waist and breathed; “thank you…ohhh, thank you.”

“You’re more than welcome,” she smiled nicely at me, making no move to get off my lap.

“Are you OK?” she then asked, leaning forward to gently kiss me.

“Oh god, more than OK,” I replied, as she leant back again and I ran my hands lightly up her sides.

“It’s just that you’re so fucking sexy and I just didn’t want this to stop, especially not even having played with these magnificent tits,” and I moved my hands up to hold her breasts.

“Oh, don’t you worry about that,” she smirked, moving forward to lightly kiss me once me more, “I haven’t finished with you yet…I mean saying ‘thank you’ yet,” she laughed.

My limp prick twitched slightly in excitement at this news and as I responded to her kiss, I smiled; “I’m Dean…by the way…how do…you do.”

“Well…as introductions go, Dean…that was…the best one ever…I’m Suzanne.”

As she was speaking, she’d moved her hands up inside her t-shirt and then round to her back. She was then obviously unclasping her bra before leaning back away from me and dropping what looked to be quite a substantial sports-type bra down onto the floor. Suzanne then slowly, very slowly, eased both the left straps of her t-shirt and sports vest away from her slender shoulder and down her arm.

I sat transfixed as she then did the same to the right, revealing the most inviting, deep cleavage I’d had the good fortune to witness — certainly from so close. My flaccid cock was now stirring and I was sure that Suzanne could feel this as she started to wiggle slightly on me at the same time as lowering the material of her tops away from her left breast to reveal a large, erect, most perfect looking nipple.

“Oh, my god,” I murmured, “your tits are just the best I’ve ever seen” and I could feel my prick growing even more as I moved my hand up to roll my finger-tips lightly over the nipple and then tweak and pull at it. I then leant forward to firstly lick and gently lap at the nipple, before clamping my mouth around it as I moved my left hand up to simultaneously grope and massage her right breast.

“I like feeling you grow inside me,” she sighed, pulling my face to her and then arching her back as I buried my face into her cleavage before moving across to her right tit and nipple.

“That’s it…suck them…suck them hard,” Suzanne encouraged, as she pushed down onto my lap as I continued to gorge on her large, heavy tits.

I could have continued to do that for ever but the urge to fuck her again proved even stronger and, although Suzanne initially let out a moan of disappointment as I maneuvered her up and off me and down into a lying position, she quickly looked pleased again as I shifted myself up and round and on top of her.

She pulled me down onto her lips and I ran my hands all over her, enjoying the sensation of lying on top of such a sexy, petite woman and feeling nearly every part of my body pressing down onto some part of hers.

As I writhed on top of her my cock seemed to just naturally nestle at her entrance and without actually meaning to once more I slipped into her.

Suzanne grunted in appreciation and, as our tongues still probed, I felt my cock slip all the way back up her, feeling as though I was filling her to the hilt. She ran her hands round to my bare arse cheeks and pulled me down onto her, starting to grind herself into me. She obviously liked to be in control, which was fine by me, but I did move up from her to kiss and suck at her tits.

Suzanne then lifted her arms up to push back down against me using the arm of the couch and also wrapped her legs tightly around me, clamping me to her and making it feel as though I was reaching even deeper inside her.

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Mistress’s Journal

Pt. 5 – Apart

As numb as I was after the miscarriage, I was also determined. I reconciled with myself that my marriage was dead. I had no desire left to save it, and so I had to let it go. I’m not sure when, but I understood that it would have to happen. I was tired of feeling poorly about myself, so I began to exercise and dropped thirty pounds.

I spent more time at school, wrapped completely in my job. If Peter noticed the distance growing between us, he didn’t say anything. I took that as a sign that he didn’t care. So, I decided not to care either.

Steven and I had stayed in touch, but our conversations were shorter and farther apart. I didn’t mind. I needed that healing time. It was time for me to put myself first, to explore who I wanted to be, what I wanted from my life. I knew, in the same way, that I no longer wanted to be married to Peter, that I wanted to keep Steven in my life.

By that summer, a little less than a year after seeing Steven in Albuquerque, we have arranged another meeting in Las Cruces. I told Peter I was going to see my mother in Phoenix, but instead of heading west, I moved east toward Las Cruces, New Mexico, to meet up with Steven. We had two days and two nights together, a luxury we have never shared before.

As I drove, my mind wandered, conjuring images of my past experiences with Steven. The most vivid image seemed to be that first night we were together in the office at the store. I could almost feel his heavenly tongue on me as the images flashed through my head. Then I saw images of him buried between my legs and me tossing him on the bed and sliding on top of him.

I stood and stretched when I reached the hotel. Steven’s eyes raked over me when he saw me in tight jean shorts and a half-shirt that zipped in the front. His face shone with pure lust as he evaluated my thinner figure, desire hot in his eyes.

“Hello,” he greeted me, embracing me in a smothering hug. I buried my face in his chest, breathed in his intoxicating scent, and nuzzled against him.

“Mmm, how I’ve missed you!” I declared.

“I’ve missed you too,” Steven murmured as he brought him mouth down upon mine. Our kiss was deep and passionate but tender as well.

We didn’t waste much time getting inside. Our first coupling was frenzied. It had been so long since the last time we were together, and we wanted each other so bad. However, we were able to relax for a while afterward. We ate dinner at a quaint little Italian restaurant and then headed back to the hotel.

As soon as the hotel door shut, we began kissing. Our hands were exploring each other, busy removing articles of clothing. When we were both completely unclothed, Steven took a step back, and we examined each other visually. His eyes rolled over the sensuous curve of my breasts, the tan flat of my stomach, the bow of my feminine hips, and the sleekness of my thighs.

I allowed my eyes to roam the contours of his chest, the muscles of his arms, the firmness of his legs, and, eventually, the growing rigidity of his member. But, I grew more self-conscientious the longer he gazed at me. I started to bring my arms across my body, but he stopped me, holding both hands in his.

“You are even more beautiful than I remembered,” Steven sighed. He pulled me against him, sinking his hands into my wavy hair and holding my face as he enticed my tongue with his own.

My fingers toyed with the light hair on his chest as my head spun, drunken on his kisses. I started planting little kisses all over Steven’s chest, working my way down towards his waist. Kneeling before him, I took him in my mouth and heard him moan. I sucked him in fully, humming as I increased the intensity of my lips upon him. Another moan broke free from his throat. For several moments I worked him in and out of my mouth.

Rising, I pulled him towards the bed. He was mesmerized by my forwardness as I maneuvered him onto the bed. I crawled on top of him, sliding his thick erection into my feverish pussy. I smiled as I ground against him, forcing deeper in my flesh, and he returned my smile. Steven held my hips as I moved him slowly in and out of me, moving back and forth like I was riding a horse. I loved the feeling of him filling me, thrusting against my hips. I loved the moans of ecstasy the escaped from his throat as we began to move faster, as I opened myself wider to take him deeper.

We had quite a rhythm going, but we just couldn’t keep the pace we wanted. So, we scooted to the edge of the bed, and Steven picked me up, keeping his rock hard cock inside me. He laid me gently on the bed, and we increased our pace. He was sliding deeper and deeper inside of me, and I was grinding faster and faster against him. Our bodies were in perfect unison with each movement, each thrust, until he finally had an orgasm. I stroked his back and kissed his face as we lay there still together, comfortable in each other’s arms. Not wanting to move. Wanting to savor the moment, the feeling of our bodies touching, entwined.

We escort beykent both slept well that night!

To legitimize his trip, Steven had a speaking engagement at the local university. I sat in the audience, admiring his slim figure, his dark brown hair and mustache, and his engaging smile. I laughed as his hand gestures brought back memories of the two of us together when we first met. We finished at the university in about an hour and a half.

We ate lunch hurriedly, and then our fierce need for each other drove us back to the hotel. Steven had a tremendously talented tongue! It drove me insane whenever he planted himself between my legs, sucking and licking. My hand played with his hair as he teased me skillfully-those waves of rapture flowing over me once more. There was nothing quite so intensely pleasurable as those moments.

Steven had me titillated. I nearly growled at him, “Take me from behind.”

He was caught completely by surprise and froze for a second before obliging my request. I twisted to my stomach and then braced myself on my knees. Steven stood near the edge of the bed. He grasped my hips, dragging me towards him, eager to enter my trembling cunt. I realized when his cock pushed inside of me, that that was the deepest he had ever been inside of me. I whimpered with gratification as he began to plunge into me again and again. My god, he felt amazing!

I slammed my body backward into him. “Yes,” he cried encouragingly.

We moved faster, and I could feel myself building to a climax. But then Steven slowed down, and his thrusts become long and luxurious. The change of pace drove me wild.

“Oh, Steven,” I moaned.

His hands slid up my back, then tickled my sides on their way back because their touch was so light, feathery. I ground against him, clenched my pelvic muscles, and whined, “Fuck me, Steven.”

His hands gripped my hips roughly, and he slammed his cock deep inside of me. I lost my breath for a moment but recovered to match his wild thrusts. We were frantically fucking now. Animalistic grunts emanated from both of us alongside coos and purrs of fulfillment. By the time Steven came, I was sore, but pleasantly so from the intensity of our coupling.

We made love twice more, and then decide to hop in the tub and turn on the jets. However, I made the mistake of putting a bubble bath in! We could not help but laugh hysterically. I had not laughed so hard in, well-I couldn’t remember when!

As our second day together was ending, and we were both realizing we would have to say goodbye tomorrow, Steven joked about making a promise to each other to meet once a year for a rendezvous. He mentioned the movie “Same Time Next Year,” where a couple did something like that. I didn’t say anything. I wanted so much more of him than once a year, but I understand the situation we were in and was acutely aware I wouldn’t get what I wanted, ever.

I had a moment of despair as Steven drifted off to sleep. Oh, why did we have to part? Why couldn’t he ask me now to run away with him? Why couldn’t I go back in time and change my answer? But I couldn’t.

So, I pushed my sadness aside and focused on the fact that he was beside me, slumbering lightly. I could feel the warmth of his naked body next to mine as he slept. I had the rest of the night to soak up as much of Steven as I could before we parted, and I hoarded every ounce of him I could tuck away in my memory.

Though I tried to be brave the next morning, I sob as Steven and I held each other in the parking lot, trying to say goodbye. I pulled away first, figuring it would make it easier for me if I didn’t have to watch him leave.

I was grateful it was close enough to the end of summer that I could work at the school upon my return from Las Cruces. Work provided me an outlet from my grief and frustration.

One afternoon, I was walking from the office to my classroom when I was greeted by a colleague, Michelle. We stopped and chatted for a few minutes before she asked me to come back to her room with her. She had someone she wanted to introduce me to.

A slender, blond gentleman sat lounging in her chair as we entered the room. He immediately stood as Michelle and I came into the room. I noticed his muscular build and merry, green eyes readily. The orange shirt he was wearing heightened the glow of his tan, and I was struck by how attractive he was.

“Connor, this is my friend and fellow teacher, Stacy,” Michelle introduced us. “Stacy, this is my nephew, Connor. He just got his first teaching job. I’ve been trying to help him prepare, but like I’ve been telling him, middle school is different than elementary. He needs to talk to someone with experience teaching at the elementary level. Then I saw you and thought, perfect! You wouldn’t mind him picking your brain would you?”

“Sure, anything I can do to help,” I stuttered, still engrossed in Connor’s twinkling eyes.

“Great!” she paused, “I see you aren’t wearing istanbul escorts your wedding ring. Are you divorced?”

What a sly one she was! I had stopped wearing my wedding ring, but her calling notice to it made me feel uncomfortable.

“No, but headed that way,” I answered.

She simply smiled at me and then excused herself, saying she had to run to the restroom, effectively leaving me alone with Connor.

We discussed teaching strategies and experiences I had had until she returned. I was so flustered by her blatant matchmaking and embarrassed by my obvious attraction to Connor, I retreated hastily. Before Michelle would let me go, however, she wrested my phone number from me to give to Connor.

Connor called a few nights later, and we were on the phone for 3 hours. We started out talking about teaching, and I was giving him some ideas. Then, we just kind of fell into a friendly conversation. I was growing more attracted to him but decided it would be best for me not to say anything.

Another year, another birthday, and another time that Peter was going to be out of town!! Since Connor and I have been developing a friendship, I called him and asked if he would be willing to go the dinner with me on my birthday. He accepted.

I purchased a special dress for the occasion. I always liked getting dressed up but rarely had the opportunity. So, I put more attention into my hair, my makeup than I normally would have. The effect was not lost on Connor. I swelled when I saw the look of admiration on his face when we met at the steakhouse.

After dinner, I had the impulse to dance and, though I feared Connor would find me a bit strange, I asked him if he would mind dancing with me.

“Right here in the parking lot?” was his response.

So I suggested going someplace else. There was a new housing development going on near my house. They had leveled the dirt, created streets, and put in streetlights. So, we drove there. We turned up the stereo in my car and slow danced in the middle of one of the lots. It was very romantic. We were chatting as we danced, and I remember looking up at him and having the urge to kiss him. I thought I saw the same feeling in his eyes, so I tugged on his tie, bringing his face down to my level, and kissed him. Then I apologized, but he told me not to. We kissed and danced until the CD-ironically the album Steven had given me-had played all the way through. It was late and a school night, so both of us said that we should probably go. When we got to the car, we were giving each other one last hug, and one of the straps from my dress broke (honestly-just like on Jerry McGuire). I couldn’t believe it. We both started laughing. After another hug, my other strap broke, and Connor instinctively reached to keep my dress from falling. But when he realized where his hands were headed, he stopped and started to blush. Thankfully, I am somewhat well-endowed in that area. So, the ladies held the dress up!

That birthday proved to be a pivotal one in my life. I decided to tell Peter I wanted a divorce, and I did when he returned from his business trip. He did not take it well! He mentioned that he knew we were having problems but that he thought we were going to go to counseling. That only angered me. How could he admit to knowing we had issues that needed to be dealt with but not be concerned enough on his own to investigate counseling but, rather, rely on me to do it?

I moved into Logan’s room, uncertain what my next steps would be. Peter had already refused to discuss dividing our assets or anything related to us ending our marriage. On my own, I knew I didn’t have the money to hire an attorney, and I wasn’t even sure I had the money to file the paperwork for a divorce, but I was certain I was going through with it.

Connor provided some much-needed distraction and support as Peter’s and my relationship disintegrated. But, he also provided me with the affection I craved and had failed to get from Peter and that I longed to have permanently from Steven but would never receive.

I fell head-over-heels for Connor. Because I hadn’t filed for divorce, Peter did everything in his power to cause a rift between Connor and me. He found out where Connor lived and mailed him old love letters I had written when we were dating, including vacation photos where we looked happy. He called me in the middle of the night telling me I was turning into a whore and was going to hell. Then he learned Connor’s number and chastised him in the middle of the night for turning me into a whore.

I loved Connor all the more for his unerring devotion to our relationship through these trials. I suppose my need to have his support is what blinded me to the small cracks that started opening as Peter’s lunatic behavior wore on.

I lost weight rapidly because I couldn’t hold food down. My body was under such emotional stress that food either ran right through me or I threw it up. I didn’t sleep well worrying about when the next phone call from Peter escort rus would come. Connor urged me to file the paperwork to send Peter the message that our break up was real. But once I moved out of the house and was solely financially responsible for myself, I struggled to make my monthly bills, and there was no extra to pay for filing.

Steven and I had remained in contact after Las Cruces. It felt a little awkward to discuss my crumbling marriage with him, though I knew he understood the issues that Peter and I had had for quite a while. In the back of my mind, I worried that he would believe that I thought my divorce would somehow lead him to leave his family.

One Friday evening, Connor arrived to stay with me over the weekend. Steven and I were talking on the phone when he got there and were near the end of our conversation. As Connor lounged on the couch, I could tell he was listening. After I hung up, he asked who I had been talking to. I was honest and told him I had been talking to Steven.

Connor recognized the name. I had been open with him about the fact that I had an affair with Steven.

“I’m not comfortable with you talking to him,” Connor shared.

“Nothing is going on with us,” I assured him.

“Still, there’s a history there. I know how you felt about him. You cheated on your husband with him, and I’m only your boyfriend.”

I almost laughed at his last statement until I noticed the seriousness of his expression. “I love you. If you are uncomfortable with me talking to Steven, then I’ll just let him know we shouldn’t keep in touch anymore.”

The next time Steven called, we spoke for a few minutes before I shared what Connor had told me.

“So, you don’t want me to call anymore?” I could hear the disappointment in Steven’s voice as he asked.

“It’s not that I don’t want you to. I always enjoy talking to you,” I countered. “I just….I have a chance to be happy with Connor. I have a chance to live my life with someone. As much as I love you, we both know that is no chance for the two of us to be together.”

Steven was silent for a moment. I could feel the tears building in my eyes. I knew I could never fully let go of him, but I desperately wanted someone to love me completely, to share my life. If I couldn’t have that with Steven, I had to take a chance with someone else.

“I understand,” he acknowledged quietly. I could hear the quiver in his voice. “You deserve to be happy. I won’t call you anymore, but I’m going to miss you. I love you.” The meter of his words indicated that he was crying, and that was confirmed when he once again fell silent. I could hear Steven sniffling, and the tears that had been building in my eyes broke free, racing down my cheeks.

“I’ll miss you too,” I choked out. “I love you too.”

The finality of ending the phone call was too much to bear. So, we both remained on the line, silent but taking in the sound of each other’s breath. I’m not sure how long we hung onto each other through the phone line before Steven shattered the silence by saying he had to get back to work.

“Goodbye, Stacy,” Steven whispered.

“Goodbye, Steven,” I said, barely audible.

I was glad that Connor had a family engagement that kept him from visiting that night. I reminded myself that I had done the sensible thing cutting ties with Steven. Yet, my heart felt pierced, wounded. Though our call ended while it was still light outside, I shimmied into my nightgown and put myself to bed.

My pillow was soaked with my tears within minutes. Each time I closed my eyes, pictures of Steven or the two of us together would invade my thoughts. I could feel his presence around me. The smoothness of the sheets became his feathery touch, or the brush of the pillowcase became the caress of his lips on mine. I allowed myself to sink into the darkness of sleep, hoping the pain would be bearable when I woke up.

Connor had snuck in late that night after I had fallen asleep. I woke with his arms around me and the feel of his warm, moist breath on my neck. It soothed me a little, but I had to force myself to keep images of Steven from creeping into my thoughts.

I fought to keep myself from comparing Connor to Steven for a few weeks instead trying to focus on the positive attributes Connor possessed. He always had a smile on his face, and it was infectious. He was always upbeat, got excited easily, was affectionate, and was in great shape.

While I enjoyed sex with Connor, it didn’t compare to the intensity of the interactions Steven and I had. Connor didn’t seem as interested in playing with me in that manner as Steven. After one session of love-making, Connor was done, and no amount of coaxing, stroking, or other forms of enticement would change that.

For eighteen months, I held tightly to Connor as my lifeline to sanity, as my verification that I was still desirable, and as my defense against loneliness. A job change for him, moving to a new school, sounded the death knell on our relationship, though he assured me nothing would change.

Since his new school was farther away, Connor started coming to visit less often, staying over less frequently. Instead of spending his weekends with me, he started spending more time with his new work friends, and I was convinced that he had met someone else that he was interested in.

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Louise Swipe Left

The following story is pure fantasy unlike my other stories. I had such fun writing my previous submissions I didn’t want to stop. The following is a story that is still about my wife Louise and to be honest I am not sure what she would think about me writing let alone having a story published about her fucking another man. I like to think she would love it and that it would turn her on, we will probably never know unless I get busted.

Louise and I had been married for a few years now and had a young family and I guess things just kind of slowed up in the bedroom department. Our lives were busy and sex was not a priority, well for her anyway and after such an adventurous sexual relationship in years gone by I must admit this depressed me somewhat. There was no way I would ever cheat on Louise, that was just not my style but due to my adventurous side the thought of another guy fucking my wife really turned me on so I now had a new mission in life, I was going to get my wife to fuck another man. I devised a long term plan knowing full well if I just blurted out “Hey honey do you want to fuck a stranger” she would have punched me in the face. All up it took about six months and involved me getting her to talk about her previous boyfriends and their sexual relationships, asking her what it felt like being fucked by cock’s other than my own. I joked around saying I would love to see her being fucked by another man, her response “You couldn’t handle it, you would get all jealous watching someone else’s cock fucking me”. It was at that point that I thought this could actually happen, she didn’t say no she just said I couldn’t handle it.

A couple of weeks later I took her to dinner and we had a few drinks, I wanted to loosen her up. I lent across the table and said quietly to her

“Look around the restaurant, if you could pick anyone here who would you fuck?”.

To my surprise she scanned the room “Him, I would fuck him”

The guy had dark hair, slightly long on top, well dressed and solid build. This intrigued me as I had short light hair and had always thought Louise had a preference for that. I guess if you are going to fuck a stranger you might as well make sure they are different. I then went on to ask her what she would want him to do to her and Louise really got into it. After a few more drinks we decided it was time to go home. I told her I was going to fuck the living daylights out of her and she was most responsive to that. When we got home I decided the time was right to execute the next part of my plan.

“Babe you really got into that whole fuck someone else, I was really surprised. I was not joking when I said I want you to fuck another guy”

“Are you actually really serious” came her reply.

“Dead serious and I have even started a Tinder profile for you, we just need to add a picture and make sure you are happy with everything”

“Fuck it, let’s do this. We do need to make some rules though” came her reply

The next couple of hours was spent completing her profile and going through some rules. Most of the rules came from me and included the likes of must use a condom, no blow jobs (I didn’t want to kiss my wife after she had another mans dick in her mouth) She had to be honest and open about everything and keep no secrets. Eventually we finished and decided in a couple of weeks time we would give it a try. After that I pounded the crap out of her and we had the best sex we have had in years.

We decided we would go to a bar in town switch on her profile and start swiping. After about ten minutes we found a guy named Jake that seemed to fit the bill, Louise swiped and he replied. They sent a few messages back and forth then Louise said where she was and that he should come to the bar and have a drink. His reply came back, it read see you in an hour. It was now on, this was really going to happen, we were both excited and had a couple of drinks to calm our nerves before Jake arrived.

I can see him as he enters the venue, he walks up to the bar and orders a drink, I escort yenibosna don’t think he has seen me yet. He is clean shaven which is surprising, but it makes him look more stylish than I took him to be in his pictures. I take a breath, walk over, and introduce myself. “Jake?” He looks up and smiles in relief.

“I’m Louise,” I say.

“Hi,” he breathes. “You look great.”

I laugh, nervously, probably blushing as well.

“Sorry, I’ve just never done this before. I didn’t know what to expect.” I laugh.

” It’s okay, I see you have a drink, do you want to grab a seat. ”

We took a seat and I could see you had a clear line of vision of us both. After an hour or so of the appropriate small talk, some more interesting questions come out.

“So, what are you looking for right now,” he asks.

I go with the story we made up, “Well, I’m re- entering the dating scene after ending a long relationship. I’m just looking to meet people, have some fun.”

“So, casual sex?” he asks, devilishly.

I smile, replying. “If that’s where things go. It’s all pretty new to me. You?”

“Sex. Just sex.” We both laugh.

I sat on a stool at the bar and watched as Jake leaned in to kiss Louise. She appeared to have been startled by his intimate kiss, replying somewhat nervously before getting taken away with the situation. After a few short moments they broke their passionate kiss, probably in an effort not to draw to much attention. I watch over occasionally being careful not to be caught staring as they carry on with their somewhat intimate conversation, wondering what they could possibly be talking about.

Louise relives and explains in great detail what occurred next.

Jake casually reached over and took my hand from under the table and placed it on his crotch. I was both surprised by his forwardness and really nervous at first, I hadn’t touched anyone dick other than yours since we met years ago. He was only semi-hard but it still felt impressive. I started tracing the outline of his penis rubbing the length of his shaft through his pants and could feel it making him more rigid and engorged with my movements.

I interrupted “Sorry but did you say penis?”

“Yes I did, I actually think it is quite an erotic and sensual word when used correctly. I am not going to use words like love stick or schlong, that is what a guy would say, now can I continue?”

“Yes of course” was my reply.

He put his hand on mine and stopped me, leaned over and whispered into my ear

“Do you want to feel it inside you, if so go to the toilets and I will meet you there in one minute”

I paused for just one brief moment and thought to myself wow that is primitive maleness at its core. I have big dick and you should be honored to accept it. Luckily for Jake I had an acute surge of desire which needed to be fulfilled. I didn’t answer him, I just got up straight away and headed for the bathroom.

“John I have to admit at this stage I was getting pretty worked up if you know what I mean”

“Yes I replied, you didn’t even look over at me as you went past”

“I didn’t want to look at you, I was worried that if I saw you I might not have been able to go through with it and I didn’t want that happening, not now”.

I made it into the bathroom and no less than a minute had passed when there was gentle knock at the door. I opened and there he was standing at the door with a noticeable bulge in his pants. He came in and locked the door behind him. He grabbed my face and started to kiss me somewhat aggressively and it was then that I knew this was not going to be gentle love making just fucking, he was going to be using me to get himself off. He then spun me around and bent me over the bathroom counter abruptly, my forearms resting on the cold granite and my reflection staring back at me. He reached for my pants and pulled at the buttons, he wanted access and quickly. He pulled my pants and underwear down to my knees leaving me exposed, bayan escort not even noticing the black French cut panties I had so carefully chosen for tonight. I must admit this was getting pretty real, I was about to penetrated by another man’s penis, a complete stranger. I was nervous yet very excited. While I was trying to gather my thoughts Jake had already pulled his own pants down and I was sent back to earth with a thud as I felt his cock against my ass. I looked back over my shoulder to get my first glimpse and admired it for a moment before I took hold of his magnificent cock in my hand. It was then I have to admit my pussy got very wet feeling how hard it was getting. I fondled him, still not completely believing that I’m about to fuck this guy, a complete stranger. It really was a good looking cock. I started by wiggling it from side to side just to feel the weight of it in my hand.

“So, what do you think”? He said

I replied, “very nice”.

I then started to pull and jerk his cock as I held him captive. I could feel it growing and hardening in my hand. I circled the head of his cock with my finger. I was looking up at him to see his reaction. He just let out an ummmm sound and I knew he approved. I then started to move my hand gently up and down the shaft, he was now hard as a rock. I stopped for a moment to admire the effect I was having on his manhood. He then held his cock in his hand and moved his enormous head back and forth over the opening of my pussy. It felt so good, I was going out of my mind.

“Oh god that feels sooo good”, I groaned.

Right after I said that, I could feel his cock head starting to exert more pressure on my opening. I knew he wanted to insert himself into me. Even though it felt incredible and I was going out of my mind I still had the presence of mind to ask him to put on a condom as we had both agreed.

“put….mmmm….. on….. a condom”. He said, “I will in a little bit, trust me. Let me just loosen you up a bit before I put it on, ok?”

Before I could answer him he lunged forward, his hard cock slipped inside of me unannounced, making me gasp. His size filled me up, giving me pleasure instantly. “Mmmmmm,” I moaned full of lust as he slid in and out of me, each time deeper than the last. He was completely inside me and he just held his position.

“Describe to me what it felt like to have this guy’s cock inside you” I said to her.

“Do you want me to be honest”

“Definitely” I replied.

First I felt the head go in and it’s like “woah there’s never been something like that in me.” His thickness was unbelievable, and the feeling it gave me as I felt myself being stretched, he occupied every inch of my pussy giving me a feeling of fullness. I nearly came when he was fully inside me. He barely fitted at first, I just had to relax into it. After the third or fourth thrust, as my juices lubricated us and coated him, he slid in nicely.

“Wow how big was this guy then” I asked

“You know I am no good with measurements, how big are you” she replied.

“Just over 6 inches”

“Well he had more girth than you, he was really thick and at least a few more inches in length. It was definitely the biggest cock I have ever had”. She carried on with her story.

“Oh yessss, your cock feels soooo good” mmmmm I think at that moment he knew I was his. He knew he could have his way with me. He started to pound me, there was nothing tender about this my pussy was nothing more than a milking machine for this guy but I didn’t care because I was fucking him as much as he was fucking me. He would go real fast for 6 strokes then slow down. The change of the pace was getting to me.

“Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh fuck me”

He kept changing the pace and I kept moaning. I was getting louder with each round of fast pace fucking. I just didn’t care if anyone could hear, you know how I get when I am getting close and I’m pretty sure it may also have had to do with the four glasses of wine I had drunk since I got to the bar. All of escort kayaşehir a sudden he doesn’t stop after the sixth stroke, he just keeps the fast pace.

“Ohhhh…… ohhhhh…. ohhhhh God, I am gonna cum, fuck me, don’t stop, fuck me”.

Jake then roughly pulled down the front of my top and my tits spilled out exposing my bare breasts.

“Oh fuck awesome tits” Jake blurted out.

My pert nipples beckoned, he grabbed at them squeezing them almost to the point of pain but this only added to my pleasure.

“Ohhhh yessss agghhhhh. Ohhh fuck me yesss, oh my god that feels so good”.

He now plunges his fat cock deeper into me, our bodies slapped together with each thrust. I stare at my reflection in the mirror, my tits bouncing about with each impact. The thought that his unsheathed penis was in me was almost to much to bare, I was cumming, I was cumming on another man’s cock I thought to myself. As I was cumming, I was really loudly “Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh’ing” during the intense orgasm. My body was twitching as he kept pounding into me. It was then that it just occurred to me I just came on another man’s cock, I fucked a total stranger and he isn’t even wearing a condom. In all the excitement I must have forgotten.

“Don’t cum inside me, I’m not on the pill”

“Don’t worry he said, I won’t”

It was only a few more pumps then he pulled out from inside me, he grabbed my shoulders then spun me round and pushed me to the floor.

“Sorry honey but I broke one of the rules, the no blow jobs”

“Seriously” I said somewhat pissed off.

We had that rule because I didn’t want to be kissing my wife’s mouth when someone else’s dick has just been in there. He just pushed it right in front of my face, his big cock covered in my juices, next thing I know he pushes a couple of inches of his dick inside my mouth and grips my head firmly with both hands. Holding me still he started to fuck my face, increasing the tempo with each thrust. I started to struggle as he tried pushing deeper, his thickness was just too much making me gag as he slipped into my throat. He just held me there, gagging on his cock. I think it was my gagging noises that brought him to the edge.

“Fuck yeah, make me cum, make me cum”.

I could feel his cock throbbing and twitching in my mouth I then felt the warm explosion of his salty ejaculate in my mouth. I was unprepared for the sudden onslaught and I didn’t have time to react, he sent a huge gush of milky white sperm down my throat before I withdrew his dick from my mouth. It didn’t stop, I was under assault. He re positioned himself and started splashing across my face then my tits and I couldn’t help but laugh,

“Holy shit that’s a lot” I squealed, it was unbelievable the amount of jizz this guy was producing, I was covered.

“Is that it, are you done”

“Yes” came his reply, the last drops from his cock falling to the floor.

I stood up, his cum dripping off my face and breasts. I looked in the mirror.

“My god you have absolutely covered me, it’s everywhere. I have never been covered in so much jizz in my life”

I grabbed some tissues and started wiping his sperm from me as he continued to put his pants on.

“Need a hand” he said.

“I’m fine won’t be long, I can just meet you outside” and with that he left.

I must admit a bit of panic set in, would he even be there when I got out, had I made a big mistake, there’s no going back this? Luckily when I emerged a few minutes later he was sitting at a table with a drink for me. We talked some more, he said maybe we could catch up another time and do this again and left.

“That was it John, that was what happened, no details left out”

Louise calmly told me as we sat on our bed after leaving the bar and catching a taxi home.

“Are you angry?”

“Fuck no, I loved hearing you describe everything, feel how hard my cock is”

She reached into my pants

“Wow that is really hard, obviously you like what you heard”

With that I quickly reached forward and shoved a hand down her pants, she was soaking wet.

“Unlike Jake I am going to fuck you then cum deep in your pussy, any objections?”

“God no, stick it in me now” was her reply.

What followed was just a great session with my wife and I am sure we would dine out on this experience in time to come.

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The morning dawns full of clouds, the diffuse light radiating through the window as I watch you sleeping. I take off the towel from my shower and lay it at the foot of the bed, crawling back in beside you. My hand on your full breast, you roll from your side onto your back and sigh, “mmmmm.. good morning,” stretching out from the night’s restful sleep, arms out above your head.

I lick your nipple and tease it with my lips as I look at you sideways, smiling, and reply, “good morning, babe.” Your arm comes down, your fingers in my hair as I give your nipple my full attention.. licking, biting, kissing. You giggle and roll towards me, grabbing me with your other arm, both hands in my hair. I grip your other breast with my free hand, and pushing them both together, chuckle deeply while I lick, kiss and nibble them both, rolling on top of you.

Your legs come up and around me, your heels rubbing against my ass cheeks as you pull me in close with your legs. My cock rests on your labia, stiff as a pole.. and I begin rubbing escort cengelköy it up and down the length of your slit. The helmet bumps into your clit as I gently pump up and down, hands and mouth still working your beautiful tits. Biting your lower lip and making happy noises, you moan a bit when I push myself into a kneeling position, my swollen dick rubbing the full length across your clit, my balls against your wetness as it runs down your ass.

I take my cock in my right hand and rub the head across your clit.. back and forth, back and forth… then slap it against it several times. I rub my cock’s head up and down your slit, then slide it in to the thick base, bottoming out inside you. I pump slowly a few times, then pull out, rubbing that head on your clit.. back and forth, back and forth. I pause, then slap it on your clit.. pap::pap::pap. I thrust back inside you and pump harder this time, then pull out and rub my head on your clit again… then slap my heavy dick eskort bayan on it a few more times.

Your legs are tightened against me, pulling me up to you, your hands trying to grab for my stomach, but can’t reach. Your head falls back and your hands go to your head, bent at the elbow as you groan heavily, your hips gyrating as I rub my dick on your clit, then slap it a few times more.

I enter you again and pick up a quick rhythm, my hands grabbing your legs and raising them high. My purple helmet’s ridge rubs against your g-spot at this angle every time I push my thickness into your soft insides. Fucking you with abandon, I watch lustily as your tits bounce and jiggle with each slam, your hands against my pectorals, nails digging in.

Both of us panting, I hammer even harder.. placing your legs over my shoulders and leaning into you, hands on the bed on either side of your hips, penetrating you to your deepest parts.. balls slapping wetly against your ass. Slamming that fat dick home escort hadımköy over and over and over, bed moving with the force of it.. looking into your eyes and knowing you’re enjoying this as much as I am.

Feeling that throbbing and pulsing building at the base of my cock, I push your legs back down and lay directly on top of you, arms wrapping underneath you to grab your shoulders as my legs straighten out behind me, my hips rotating forward with each stroke.

The tingling in my loins builds, legs stiffening and cock swelling up inside you, pulsing until it gushes out, spurting deep inside you.. my body spasms and I groan aloud, face buried in your tits. Your fingers wrap into my hair as your pussy drenches me, draining my cock with your own orgasmic spasms as it grips me again and again, your legs trapping me in a vise, your lusty moan holding me in the perfect moment of orgasming together.

Breathing hard, I look up at you, smiling. I pull up slightly and kiss you deeply, tongue exploring your mouth, lips locked on yours. The kiss lingers and we both moan a little with the passion of it, lips pressed together and tongues flicking until our lips part and we stare into each other’s eyes. I lay atop you for a short time, then reluctantly move to get dressed for work… smiling as I know your scent will stay on me all day.

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