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It is with great thanks to neuroparenthetical who took the time to review and edit this story so that you may enjoy it. I trust all who read it will enjoy this as much as I did writing it. This story is based partly on fact with some embellishment.

As I parked my car, I saw a man get out of the passenger side of the BMW I was interested in buying. I thought for a moment that my luck had run out and was thinking about starting up my old Ford Mondeo again and simply going home. Just then, I noticed that same man replacing the price board on the dashboard of the car; luck was still my lady after all.

Then I saw her, getting out of the driver’s side. It was her long red hair that first caught my eye. Just to reflect upon my standards, I must admit first and foremost that I have a thing for redheads. Having dated a few in my time, I know that their reputation as firebrands is well-deserved. This particular redhead was shapely, with a toned body that was accentuated by dark jeans and an emerald-green, short-sleeved top which perfectly outlined her not-too-ample breasts. Not being a good judge of age, I could only tell that she was older than my 25 years, but I could not say by how much. Not that it mattered; her beauty has no age.

She gently closed the door and said something to the salesman as he walked back around the car toward her. She shook his hand and walked across the forecourt, her hair flowing in the light breeze as she went. She cast a look at me as she neared what I assumed was her car, and all I could do in my fascination was smile at her.

I mentally shook my head and remembered why I was there. I jogged and caught up with the salesman and asked him a few enquiring questions — including whether I could take the BMW for a test drive. He seemed to snap from a mood of mild disappointment to a sense of opportunity, having failed to sell the car at least once already that day. He invited me over to the car, and as we walked, he talked it up like crazy. I’d already done my research, of course; it was a 1995, E34, 3.5-litre straight-6 BMW in diamond black. All I needed to do was drive the thing. If it lived up to its reputation, I was going to buy it.

I was pleased to notice, as he opened the driver door, that it was a manual. I got in the driver’s seat, and he closed the door and walked around the car to the passenger side. We went for a short drive, and all the while he was extolling the virtues of the car. I kept a straight face, occasionally feigning a scowl to hide my sheer enjoyment. Once back at the forecourt, I mentioned a few issues I perceived, like the slight knocking I felt through the steering. If there had been any, it had been very faint, but that was how the game was played. I didn’t love the car enough not to haggle a bit.

Purely by chance, I looked back down at the seat and noticed an emerald green and gold earring in one of the crevices next to it. The stone was drop-shaped, caught in a web of gold strands. It could only have belonged to her. I quickly pocketed it before the salesman saw what I had picked up. As he came around to my side of the car, I made like I was going to walk away. Sensing that his window was closing, he asked me directly if I was interested. I responded that I would only buy the car if we could negotiate on the price. He had advertised it for £7500; to be fair, that was the going rate, but nothing about buying a car is fair.

We walked and talked and negotiated till we got to his office. By then we had agreed on a price of £5675 with the Ford Mondeo as trade-in, road-tax for a year and a full tank of petrol included. We filled in and signed the paperwork, and I handed him my card for payment. We walked out to the Mondeo; I handed him the key and showed him the spare keys with the relevant documents in the glove box. We shook hands and I gleefully walked to my new car. I spent the rest of the weekend driving for miles and cleaning the BMW, but every now and then, my thoughts would stray to the flame-haired beauty who’d almost had my car.

On Monday morning, I proudly drove into work, and parked in my normal spot at the front of the building where my car would be visible from my glass-fronted office as well as to everyone else in the front office. I was one of the first ones there, so nobody noticed until much later in the day. As always, the guys were all about the grunt of the six-cylinder powertrain and the speed. In between discussions of the car, I busied myself with the monthly purchasing and inventory charts for David, the Commercial Director. For the next couple hours or more I was so deeply engrossed in what I was doing that I did not notice David walking toward my office with someone in tow. It wasn’t until he knocked on the open door that I startled from my concentration to see him approaching my desk with her.

She was wearing a deep-blue skirt suit that gave a perfect view of her toned legs, plus a blazer that gently cupped the perfect formations I’d seen on Saturday. Her hair was tied back, which made her Otele gelen escort appear different I suppose more professional, but it was unmistakably her. It appeared as though she was not wearing a shirt, but I guessed she was wearing a camisole of something of the like.

David introduced her as Ellen, the new Accounts office manager he had hired. I stood up from my chair, took and shook her extended hand, and addressed her.

“Welcome, Ellen. Pleased to meet you. I’m Brad, the commercial manager. I work for David, so we will no doubt have the opportunity to work together.”

As we ended the handshake, she responded with a hint of recognition in her eyes. “Brad, pleased to meet you, too. No doubt we will.”

“Brad,” David interjected, “Ellen is going to be taking over most of the financial aspects of the office to allow me to concentrate on the commercial planning with you, but that does not mean you are going to have less work to do. You two will have to work together in the early stages, as you will need to show Ellen the ropes as well as hearing some of the good ideas she has.”

I nodded at David. Looking back at her, I added, “I look forward to it.”

I watched in fascination as she walked out of my office, her toned rear swaying hypnotically. For the rest of the morning, I just couldn’t hold my concentration on anything. It took me nearly twice as long to finalise my reports for David as it usually did. Images of her walking across the forecourt and out of my office threatened to replace every other thought in my head.

It wasn’t until Thursday morning that the opportunity arose for me to go to the upper floor offices to discuss a few invoice issues with Ellen. Her desk was just outside and to the right of David’s glass-fronted office, opposite the junior bookkeeper’s desk. That was Susan, a pretty, young, blonde girl of nineteen. She wore thick-rimmed glasses that, coupled with her hair scraped back into a childish pony-tail, did nothing to improve her appearance. Although she wasn’t unattractive, she did nothing for me, so I never engaged in or encouraged any flirtatious behaviour.

“Afternoon, all,” I said as I walked towards the desks. It was my usual greeting to the upper-floor crowd.

“Hey, Brad,” Susan replied, “what brings you to our lofty heights?”I waved the invoices I had in my hand at Ellen. “Gotta see your boss about clearing these.”

David briefly looked up from his desk and lifted his hand in an acknowledgement to the greeting. Ellen looked up at me, then immediately back down to her work, undoubtedly thinking that I was there to see David.

As I approached her desk, she looked up at me. “Oh, it’s me you want to see. Sorry, I thought you meant David. What can I do for you?”

“It’s not what you can do for me so much, but what I need to go through with you.” I put the pile of four invoices on her desk, off to her left, then came and stood next to her. I had inadvertently, and happily, given myself a perfect eagle-eye view of her cleavage, which was only slightly exposed by the short-sleeved, light blue, buttoned-collar shirt she was wearing. I leaned over on my elbows on the desk and proceeded to explain the invoices had been rejected, and the investigation that had been done to clear them. We went through the system process to release them to Susan for payment a couple of times to be sure that she had a grasp of what she needed to do.

I watched her complete the last two invoices. As she made the last few clicks of the mouse to close the screen, I asked, “Were you at Barry’s Autos on Saturday, looking at a BMW?” Instantly I saw the recognition in her face.

“Yes,” she responded, “I was there looking to replace my knackered old Rover. Was that you jogging after the salesman when I drove away?”

“Yep, that was me! Why didn’t you take it?”

“He wouldn’t come down to my price and I couldn’t afford it. I really liked that car, too. Way too much grunt for me, I know, but I do like the way those cars handle when you throw them around. An old boyfriend had one and I used to love driving it.”

“Well, your loss was my gain. I managed to get him down on his price and get a pretty good trade-in on my old Mondeo. I know what you mean about the handling; I’ve not owned one before, but I drove a friend’s and was well impressed.”

“If it’s not too rude and if you don’t mind, may I ask what you paid?”

“Not at all. He knocked three-twenty-five off the tag and gave me fifteen hundred for the Mondeo. Not a bad deal if I do say so myself.”

“How’d you get him that low? I could have afforded that, but he wouldn’t give me more than nine-fifty for the Rover and wouldn’t budge on the price at all.”

“I didn’t show him that I really wanted the car and invented a couple of niggling bits that I mentioned I may need to have fixed. I also sort of showed him that I was prepared to walk away. When a salesman has lost one deal on a car, he is more likely to be receptive to another deal, even if it’s Rus escort not as good. I suppose it was lucky for me that he rejected your offer.”

“Well, I suppose congratulations is in order. I trust you will thoroughly enjoy every moment you drive it.” I could see and hear her desire to drive it again as she spoke, and that gave me an idea.

“Thank you. I am enjoying it and am sure I’ll continue to.” Then, after a short pause, I made my move. “If you want, I may let you take it for a spin one day, as long as you promise you won’t stack it.”

I saw her eyes light up at the thought. Standing upright again to head out the office, I turned back to her. “Thanks for sorting the invoices out, and if you have any questions about invoice queries, please pop down and see me. We do still need to get together for the financial reporting.” Then I dropped my usual farewell on everyone else as I swung the office door open. “See y’all later, folks.”

I had barely sat down in my leather office chair to reminisce about the fiery hair and perfectly formed breasts I had just been so close to when Ellen knocked on the door.

“Oh, Hello again,” I said with a smile “What I can I do for you?”

Ellen came and stood at my desk. “I was wondering whether you would send me the raw data you use for your monthly reports and charts for David. I’d like to feed it into my own program and see what the data presents and how that compares to your results.”

Knowing that I’d get the chance to get close to her again, I readily agreed. “Yeah, sure. What program do you use?”

“It’s a little something I wrote myself a few years ago. If you’d like, I can show you how it works when I get going with it.”

“That’d be great, but it’ll have to wait till another day, as I have a mountain of ordering and progressing to get done before I go tonight.” I looked back down at the pile of purchase requisitions and couldn’t help but mutter under my breath. “I do wish David would get me another buyer.”

“I’m not intending to run it till tomorrow,” she said, “so if you’re not too busy then, we could have a look at it.”

“Let me see how I get on with this today.”

Just before she turned to leave, she spotted my car. “Is that the one I almost had?” she asked, nodding in the direction of the parked BMW.

“Yep, that’s the one.”

“Are you serious about letting me take it for a drive?”

“Well, I was thinking about that. I know this little race circuit down the road where there is plenty of tar to burn and space to make mistakes. I’ll get in touch with the manager and see if we can get in there some day.”

Ellen instantly beamed a beautiful smile. “That’d be awesome. I’ve never had the opportunity to really let rip; too many muppets on the road when you want to do doughnuts and drift. See you later.” With that, she glided out through the office.

It turned out to be another one of those real late nights. By the time I was done with the last of the purchase orders and emails, it was well past ten, and my stomach had gotten the sense that my throat had been cut. I shut off my computer and hit the lights as I walked out of my office. I walked through the production area, and then out through the front office. I went upstairs and did a quick walkthrough the engineering and accounts offices, all in the routine daze I had adopted over the last few months since David had had me locking up. I set the alarm at the side door, slammed it shut behind me, and heard the familiar beeping of the pre-set program.

My thoughts wandered to where I’d go for my take-away that night. I decided that an unusual Mexican meal was in order. As I got into my car, I popped my phone into its cradle, flicked it on, scrolled through the contacts list, and made the call. While the phone rang on the other end, I started my car and drove off. A female voice answered and took my order of a spicy burrito, a side of nachos, and a bottle of beer. Within thirty minutes I’d made the detour to the restaurant and was on my way home.

The house was in darkness when I got inside, but I walked straight through to the kitchen with my still-hot dinner. I switched on a countertop light, grabbed a plate that may or may not have been washed from the drying rack, unpacked the nachos onto it, then put the burrito on top of the nachos. I opened the bottle of Mexican beer with the bottle opener fixed to the counter top and wandered into the lounge. I tapped the light switch with the bottle and proceeded to scan the room for the TV remote. Once I located it on one of the couches, I sat down next to it, put the plate and beer on the coffee table, picked it up, switched on the TV, then selected a program at random. I dropped the remote on the couch and picked up the Tupperware box on the floor next to the coffee table. As I opened the lid I got a nose full of the familiar sweet smell of skunk weed. I unpacked all the paraphernalia and proceeded to roll myself a long, thick joint. As I was finishing it off, I grabbed my chrome Sincan escort Zippo lighter and wandered over to the French doors that opened into the back garden. No sooner was I over the doorstep than I’d lit the folded end of the joint and taken a couple of deep, satisfying drags.

A few minutes later, and after a few more drags, I felt the familiar sense of mild floating, and heard my stomach grumbling. Stoned and hungry! PERFECT! The thought eased through my mind. I crushed the end of the joint and left it on the ground. I slowly strolled back to the couch, flopped down, and picked up the plate of food and the beer. After an indeterminate amount of time, I took the empty plate and bottle to the kitchen, then rinsed the plate and put the bottle in the curbside box for recycling.

I sauntered back through the lounge and out to the garden, collected the remainder of the joint, relit it, and took a stroll around the back garden. It was beautifully dark. All the house lights were out as the whole neighbourhood slept; only a few streetlights remained. Some time later, I took the last few drags then put out what was left of the joint. I tossed it into the long grass and went back indoors, locking up as I went. I stripped naked and collapsed on my bed, not even bothering to get under the covers.

“Good night!” I said to myself. “Mmmmmm, she’s walking back into my office again. I would really like to get closer to her. The racetrack! Stoned mental note: call Rick. Yeah, like you are going to remember that!”

Most of Friday morning went by in a sober daze, and although I had nothing specific to do, quite a few little things kept me busy until late morning. To my own surprise, I did remember to call Rick.

“Hey, BJ,” he said, “no sweat, man. Sunday after three it’s all yours. Keys in the normal place. Have fun!”

As I put the phone down, Lionel, the Production Controller, walked into my office with a tray of components, announcing, “Houston, we have a problem!” Lionel was a bald, thick-set older man probably in his late 50’s and what he didn’t know about managing a production environment could be written in bold on a stamp.

He explained that the devices we had in the trays were not the correct footprint for the board they were to be fitted to. Instead of having Pin Grid Array components, they were Ball Grid Array. While I started looking at the system to understand where the error had occurred, he carried on talking to me firstly, about my new car. Once again, the monologue was in reference to the grunt and speed of the car. My ears pricked up when he mentioned Ellen, though. “Have you seen the new lady upstairs? Just about in my age range — if I was single! Have you met her yet?”

I sort of absentmindedly nodded my head and said, “Yep, Ellen’s her name. These parts have been spec’d as BGA by Gary. Hang on, I’ll call him.”

I hit one of the speed dial pads on my desk phone. The first ring was interrupted by “BJ, Wazzzup?”

“Gaz,” I replied, “what do you think the spec should be for the Xilinx on the Wissue guidance board?”

“Gimme a mo… Been in the accounts department recently, B? Dude, she’s a fox.”

Two mentions in short order was enough to distract me. Well, I thought to myself, Ellen has made one tremendous impact with all the guys. I’m going to have to move quickly if I’m to get my chance at her. Gary’s harmless; he’s more interested in cars and related gadgets; a bit of an anorak, if you ask me. But if the response I am seeing from two or three guys is this intense, I know there’ll be a few who will want to try their luck. I don’t even want to think about the idea of her with one of these guys. I’m not saying that none of them is worthy, but… she’s mine!

By the time Lionel, Gary and I have resolved the pin issue it, was twenty past twelve and time to pack it up for the weekend. I could see the production guys already starting to wind down, and similar thoughts crossed my mind. For a moment, the thought crossed my mind that I had no particular plans. Then, suddenly, I remembered that I did. That memory sparked yet another: Ellen had said she was going to run that program of hers. She’d also said she would call me when she was ready to. I wondered if she’d forgotten, or had gotten too busy. I decided not to press the issue by calling her just then.

I shut down my computer, grabbed my keys, and made my way up through the offices, checking who may have been working late or over the weekend, as was my routine on a Friday. If anybody was still at it, it meant a relaxed weekend for me, as I would not have to be available as a key master in case of emergency; in that case, I would not need to be sober all weekend. I had no problem with the idea of being on call, but every now and then I liked to have a few glasses.

As I walked out of the engineering office, my luck was sort of fifty-fifty. No one was working late, but Mark and Clive were going to be in on Saturday and Sunday testing a new piece of Top Secret kit. As I walked into the Accounts office, I noticed that Susan had already packed up and was just waiting for a call from her boyfriend to say he was downstairs. Ellen looked still very much engrossed in what she was doing, and David was reclined behind his desk, talking on the phone.

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Farmer Pt. 07

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Part 07. The sweet fate of a white mare.

Special thanks to the Literotica member for editing assistance and excellent creative input. Thanks to the efforts of merrySM, new colors have appeared in this story.

Mary’s morning awakening was completely different from what she was used to in recent years. After a restless night, consciousness slowly returned it to reality, but there was something completely unusual and at the same time pleasant in this release from sleep. There were no loud and sharp sounds of movable furniture that always accompanied her husband if he got up before her. There was no ringing plates in the kitchen and noisy boiling water from taps. The voices of the children from the yard were not heard when on weekends they stayed at home and the first thing they started was playing games and noisy arguments under the windows of her bedroom. There was none of this! The woman lying with her eyes closed was surrounded by silence, and her body remained relaxed in the gentle embrace of the bed, giving her body warmth and comfort. And then, this smell … Yes, she could not be mistaken – it was a distinct smell of coffee! For some time she did not dare to open her eyes, until an even more unexpected sensation finally plunged her into confusion.

The bed creaked quietly. A man’s hand hugged her shoulders and the man’s lips glanced eagerly over her shoulder to her neck. A rough palm gripped her breasts and a succulent greedy kiss was interrupted by her husband’s hoarse whisper – “Honey, yesterday you were magnificent. It turns out you can be not only a wife, but also a delightful whore!”

At the same second, his hands overturned her backward, with a rough movement, the nightgown was crumpled under her saggy breasts, and her legs could not resist this onslaught. Not yet aware of what was happening, Mary opened her eyes. Her hands instinctively rested on the chest of a man hanging over her, but meeting her eyes with a crazy look she dutifully spread her legs, and after a few seconds the couple merged into a hot kiss.

Responding to the chaotic movements of male hips between her legs, Mary slipped her hand to her lower abdomen and with precise movement her thin fingers sent her husband’s penis where he was aiming. A mirage of events that happened to her on the eve, like a fog, touched her consciousness and responded with fright from the possible consequences for such an unusual beginning of the day. But her husband’s behavior, these tremors familiar to her in which desire and powerlessness merged, unexpectedly returned her peace and confidence in herself. Perhaps yesterday, these two men broke her usual foundations and woke up a completely different woman, and her husband felt this difference. Whatever it was, but in this morning gave her a new game and she unconditionally accepted the rules of this game.

With a perverse pleasure, the red-haired predator suddenly wanted to serve this rude and at the same time stupid man who, by the will of fate, was her husband and father of her children. But there was no genuine sympathy or love in this concern that awoke in her. She was guided by the delight of an evil fairy leading the victim in the wake of her recent crimes. Does the husband want sex? – OK. Let him go to the goal along the dark corridors of female secrets. And if the wild beast destroyed everything in its path yesterday, then why cannot the humble servant affectionately remove this mess today?

Bizarre patterns of thoughts entangled Mary sticky web of temptations. Guided by her instincts that aroused her and increasing sexual arousal, she wrapped her arms around her husband’s neck, and her legs bent at the knees carefully lifted the female pubis towards the morning guest. The chaotic jerks of both spouses smoothly gave way to the rhythmic movement of the bodies merged together and only the heavy breathing of the man violated this idyll of intercourse. And in this rhythm a new meaning of their further relations on the conjugal bed was born.

Intoxicated by the poison of thin debauchery, the respectable wife and mother turned into a lustful doe, whose hands slid on the man’s back and with jerks on his buttocks each time emphasized the next movement of the swollen white penis. Burning from the lust born from the wreckage of prohibitions and taboos, she demandingly squeezed male flesh and did not allow him to slip out of the pool filled with juices. And she achieved her goal. Following another push, her husband’s penis froze at the lower point of the fall and then, the pulsation of the spilled seed echoed with a guttural moan bursting from her chest. In small portions, his sperm irrigated her vagina and each portion responded with a high note in her lingering moan. He gave, and she took…He naively enjoyed his wife’s vagina, and she enjoyed the fact that his sperm was sucked by a pussy of a whore waking up in her …

Not. It really was a beautiful morning. A very long time ago her husband was not so affectionate with her. Resting from the morning marathon in sex, they both lay bursa escort in bed and joked, remembering all the circumstances of the morning adventure. Then there was morning coffee and a discussion of plans for the weekend. Older children had their own plans. And as the best option, they decided together with younger children to visit the water park next week. Petty household chores did not shake their confidence and when Sunday came, the family went on a pleasant journey.

* * *

Sitting in a deck chair near the pool, Mary watched her children through the sunglasses. It was obvious that her fifteen-year-old son was clearly bored in the company of his parents. Nevertheless, he found amusement for herself, and she proudly watched how he beautifully jumped from the tower into the water to the applause of peer girls floating along the pool wall. As for the youngest daughter, she was always there, and only the excitement of a steep descent along the water slides over and over again accompanied her delight with joyful exclamations.

She spent all the way there covered in the car sitting in a chair with her eyes closed. Lazily reacting to her husband’s words, she occasionally answered him and he did not disturb her dream, thinking that she was tired over the past week. In fact, she was pretending to be, and her thoughts wandered far beyond their family.

After she crossed the line between “forbidden and possible” in the Farmer’s house, an emotional storm raged in her soul, throwing her from one extreme to another extreme. More than a week passed, but she never called Farmer. He, too, did not bother the red-haired beauty, guessing her embarrassment after what had happened. Like some other women, Mary has gone from horror these days to feeling the sweet taste of adultery. And in her reincarnation, her own husband played an important role. She now recalls with irony how she woke up after the turbulent events in the Farmer’s house.

That night she slept no more than an hour, and only in the morning did the sleep spare her. For many hours, she listened to the breath of her native man and held back the sobs tearing from her chest. The faster her intoxication left, which paralyzed her strength and will and which knocked her under a huge black bull, the stronger her fear and despair. Minutes and hours flowed, and in this flow of time all events appeared more distinctly. She was paralyzed by the realization that she sucked the cock of the old libertine and did it without coercion and on her own initiative. Before her eyes flowed pictures of black hands feeling her saggy white breasts, and a picture of thick sperm flowing from her vagina. She again saw her reflection in the mirror, and this memory restored the picture of Mary kneeling docilely, while a huge black bull repeatedly mounted it on a thick black phallus. Her meeting with the naive husband, who patiently waited for her at home and whom she allowed to touch her defiled body, hurt. And this question is for herself – why her husband did not suspect anything and why he sincerely experienced pleasure in sex with an unfaithful wife.

Yes, this night has changed her. She remembers her morning awakening. She remembers that a short morning sleep did not bring relief and she woke up under the weight of bad premonitions. But then what happened? Again, these passionate kisses of her husband, coffee brought for her, and again his desire to have sex with her … Her husband was never strong in bed, but for several hours he owned her twice. And this … this happened after she acted as a whore for the other two men, one of whom was black …

Perhaps this frank paradox of completely opposite events played a decisive role in changing her consciousness. The frank connection between her sexual crime and the delight of her own husband after these events united all that had happened, and her husband’s ideal attitude towards her in the following days completely destroyed all her torment. The next and all nights after she slept a sweet dream, and inside her settled a hearth of a quivering flame, which affectionately but inevitably destroyed the shadows of doubt in her and at the same time protected the shoots of completely new sensations. With doubt, virtue passed away, new sprouts attracted fornication. She frankly admitted this to herself, but did not resist the inevitability that attracted her with an exciting aroma.

It was several days before a completely different woman inside Mary became stronger. This woman in her thoughts was returning to the dark room where the Farmer was sitting in an armchair. The smell of a tired but experienced phallus, which came from the corners of memories, was lost in the sensations of this phallus between her lips. The tart taste of semen on the tongue and this sizzling sip of a thick liquid flowing down throat. A trembling of tender palms accompanied these memories, and thin female fingers furtively squeezed the nipples that had grown stronger under the bra.

A hot bath came malatya escort to replace the quick shower, where Mary’s new girlfriend enjoyed a mirage. In this mirage, the owner of a huge black phallus spread her hips and she clearly felt the rude guest, who was the first in her life who confidently and shamelessly found her mature uterus. And when her uterus responded with her own memory, white fingers with a graceful manicure demandingly extended their labia under a bush of red hair on the pubis and after a minute Mary choked in a soundless moan of pleasure from an orgasm piercing her body. Each time, only the teeth on the lower lip reminded how hard it was to hold back a scream. But in the dark bedroom her husband did not see this trace. And when he once showed activity, she readily accepted it, experiencing a completely new and perverse pleasure of intercourse.

* * *

She was lying in a deck chair, and her gaze smoothly glided over the inhabitants of the water park. Suddenly, ten yards to the left, she saw a young black courier who was constantly delivering mail to the office. It was obvious that the guy came to the water park with his parents. A tall man, about 45 years old, and a fat woman drank cool cocktails, and their son sneakily threw enthusiastic glances at Mary. The red-haired woman was entertained by this attention. She had long noticed that the boy was not indifferent to her, but now to demonstrate his awareness was not part of her plans. On the contrary, in this situation, she wanted to fool around with him – naturally, she defiantly “did not see” him. Having seized the moment when the people around were preoccupied with their own concerns and her husband was dozing, Mary got up from the deck chair and defiantly began to straighten the beach sheet. This procedure took several seconds. But this time was quite enough for the woman to bend low over things and demonstrate to the young fan all the charms of her luxurious ass. And it remains to be hoped that for involuntary witnesses, her breasts that fell out of a bra were an accident. Making sure that her trick was not in vain, Mary returned to the deck chair.

Under the protection of dark glasses, she continued to inspect the water park and sometimes her eyes settled on some visitors. Do not be surprised that, as a rule, her attention was focused on black naked bodies. Much later, she will understand why not only men were among them. But this understanding will come much later in a different situation.

Among other visitors, she saw a fat black man who clumsily climbed out of the water. He sat on the side of the pool, completely unaware that his swimming trunks did not fulfill the main function. But it was this negligence that caught the attention of the red-haired woman opposite. Heavy eggs could hardly fit in a sagging black scrotum and thin tissue could not hold the rich gift of nature. Almost a minute passed before the fat man discovered this problem, and this time was enough for Mary’s lips to dry out, and under the weight of her pubis abundant juices rushed to the exit.

The situation could get out of hand. Therefore, Mary took the hand of a husband sitting next to her and they both found themselves in the water. Wet swimsuit kept her secret.

* * *

On Monday, Mary woke up very early. After breakfast, she drove the children to school and arrived at work four hours earlier than usual. After a pleasant weekend, she slept well that night and her mood was as beautiful as today’s sunny morning.

Almost ten days passed before she succumbed to the black forces in the Farmer’s house. These were different days and a cascade of emotions – fear, calm, excitement, shame of desires … There is only one thing left – shame. But it was a shame to admit to herself that she again wanted to see Joseph and be alone with him. She did not admit to herself: – “Why? Why does she want to be with him?” The answer to this question was too frank. The response poured the weight of the lower abdomen and this obvious answer provoked an abundance of juice at the exit of her womb. She did not call the Farmer — she was embarrassed to do so. She wanted to meet him with their eyes, and she was ashamed of their shared secret.

A few minutes later, office life returned to its usual daily routine. Customers, phone calls, boss requirements, printer buzz – everything is as usual. Mary noticed the young black courier too late. Only when he stopped near the next table did she raise her eyes from the bundle of receipts and saw the uniform she knew. But there was time enough for her to make a surprise for her young admirer. What was impossible to do yesterday, she easily did today. Why? – Today it was another woman who was freed from laws and rules, and who was floating on the waves of instincts. And among these waves, the highest was a wave of sexual dissatisfaction, which takes a woman to the middle of a stream of emotions and throws her into a maelstrom of desperate actions and rash decisions. No one in the çanakkale escort room noticed a change in her face or in her behavior. And only the eyes of an experienced observer could hjave captured those two seconds that changed the plot of this ordinary play.

When the courier approached her desk, he suddenly froze in confusion. A seated red-haired woman leaned over a flyer. Standing behind her, he saw his favorite fiery locks of hair, a round white shoulder and a bra strap on it, which peered carelessly from under a light blouse. He remembered the colors of all her bras by heart, and each time he visited the office, he hoped to once again see this intimate detail of her underwear. But today … He stood behind and before his eyes the magnificent breasts of his white queen shamelessly lay in the cups of lace sconces. Dazzlingly white and with dots of bright freckles, these breasts openly showed the triumph of large nipples, whose bases bloomed in depth under an open blouse. The pink and brown nipples shamelessly pulled transparent silk and did not look like the earthy-black nipples of his black girlfriends. Blue strings of veins shone through delicate skin, and barely noticeable grooves of stretch marks on these chic breasts pushed to the desire to feel the taste of mother’s milk of a white woman.

He was an obedient son and a conscientious worker. He never talked with bad companies and was a diligent student at school. But only he knew how much effort was required to restrain his secret emotions. It was a wild desire to be admitted to the white bodies of respectable ladies, and it was a passionate excitement at the sight of their buttocks under tight skirts or their mother’s breasts clenched by ruthless bras.

The day before he saw her at the water park. He was sure that she had no idea about his presence. He could not sleep later. Her white breast, accidentally dropped from a swimsuit, became his mirage. He recalled her bare buttocks when she accidentally bent over. A thin bikini hid between her buttocks and the weight of these white balls haunted him all night. Again and again, he quietly went out to masturbate in the bathroom, and each time he reached a peak of pleasure. And today – today, he again saw this white body. He believed and he wanted to believe that this would ever happen. And in his dreams and in his fantasies grew the expectation of that moment when he would overturn this lady on her back. He will tear her panties and bra (they must be expensive), he will spread these white legs and he will pour out the heavy load of young black sperm into her juicy pussy … The courier swallowed the accumulated saliva and spoke in a stronger voice to the red-haired lady – “Mom. Get the letters!”

Mary imitated the surprise and surprise of his appearance. But it was a bad imitation that her young fan did not notice. Her game and a specially unbuttoned blouse played a cruel joke with a woman. She only wanted to tease this young fan. But when he stood behind her and examined her breasts, she saw from under her arm the lower part of his body. And in this mise-en-scene she saw how the heavy knot under his shorts swelled with weight and power. She understood what was happening, but she could not interrupt this game – a mature woman saw the outlines of his young phallus appear and she enjoyed this picture.

When the courier left the office, Mary calmed down only with a cup of coffee, and when there was a pause in work, the woman went to the parking lot. In her car, she found a piece of paper with a phone number and five minutes later Joseph’s voice answered her.

“Do you want to wash the car?” His playful question took her by surprise. But she no longer had the strength to pretend.

“Joseph, can we meet?” Her voice sounded unusually hoarse.

“Of course, my dear. Tomorrow will be a hot day. Do you mind if I book a room in a motel where we will be cool?” – He waited a long time for her answer.

A whirlpool of emotions spun in Mary’s soul. This black bastard very openly let her know what he expected from her. But the bridges behind her were burned. And she whispered softly, “OK. Tomorrow after lunch I’ll ask the boss to let me go.” She answered and with quick steps returned to the office. Heartbeats loudly responded in her temples.

A young courier stood behind a column in the parking lot and looked at the retiring red-haired lady. Today he violated the travel schedule. The guy knew that the boss would be very unhappy, but these concerns moved to the second row. Leaving Mary’s office, he visited the relaxation room, where in a cramped booth he masturbated with his own fantasies. White breasts, the edges of the pink nipples of a true white lady did not leave his thoughts. And now he looked after her. Her easy walk, long legs in high-heeled shoes, gorgeous red hair behind her back and these buttocks – these heavy pears of white buttocks covered in a narrow skirt. Yes, she is at least 45 years old and she is much older than his mother. But it was her breasts that did not give him rest, and it was her buttocks that caused a desperate desire to catch up with her in this dark parking. A crazy fantasy painted a picture of how she pushes him away, how she lies on a dirty concrete floor and how easily the seams of this white skirt are torn. And then, her buttocks – exactly her buttocks that he sees now can be naked.

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I’m on my knees waiting for you. You stride over, telling me you hope I’m ready because you have a lot planned for me today. I nod and tell you I’m ready Mistress. You order me on my hand and knees, walking around to my ass, and plant a hard swat with your crop. I wince and jerk away, but you tell me that I won’t be able to get away later, before landing a smack on the other cheek.

You pick a plug that’s nice and wide to stretch me out, taunting me that you want me open and loose for what’s coming. You force the end of the plug in just slightly and let go, ordering me to squeeze my ass around it. My ass flexes and you smile as you see my hole pull the toy in farther, hungrily taking it in. It struggles at the widest part, so you shove it in to the hilt, loving my cry of ecstasy and pain.

You make sure it’s snug before walking around to look me in the eye. You bring your face to mine and kiss me passionately. “Just wanted to enjoy your virgin mouth one last time before it’s so very violated,” you say to me with a wink. You love the nervous look in my eyes as you cover them with a blindfold. Making sure my cock is secure and the plug in deep, you order me to stand, laughing as I fight to keep the plug in. Grabbing my cock, you use it to lead me like a leash over to a low table.

You then tell me to get up on the table on my hands and knees, and at this point I think I have a pretty good idea of what’s about to happen. Once on the table, I feel you lock restraints tightly around my wrists and ankles, securing me to the edges. You order me to try and move or get away, smiling when you see I can’t. You lean close to my ear, asking in a teasing tone, “Are you ready to please me? Ready to take anything and everything I have for you and enjoy it?” I nod my head and tell you yes Mistress and thank you.

You tell me to open my mouth and you insert an open gag in. Once it’s tight, you ask me again if I’m ready and I nod my head. You enjoy the sight of me like this, bent over on all fours, mouth and ass exposed and ready. Silently, you open the door and bring a guest in with us, having told him not to make a sound or say anything. The guy walks around to where my head is, and brings his cock to my lips. You grab it and you slowly trace the head across my cheeks, nose, then down the tip of my nose to my lips! I eagerly stick my tongue out to touch the tip, thinking it’s yours. You smile at me not knowing the truth, and push my head forward, taking the head into my mouth and begin slowly sucking and swirling my tongue around it.

Maintaining your grip on my head, you push the cock all the way in, giggling as you watch my throat swell with a real cock for the first time. You begin taunting and toying with me, asking if I like the feel of your cock in my mouth. I nod and begin taking the cock down my throat without your guidance, sucking every inch down to please you. You tell me I’m a good boy and you knew I wanted to suck a cock before quietly walking around behind me.

I’m eagerly sucking the cock that is still in front of me, when I feel a sudden pull on the plug, and out it pops. I have no idea what’s going on, but once the plug is out, I feel the tip of a cock begin pushing into my ass, and as it begins to slide in, I ride back on it, feeling it stretch me and go deeper and deeper. I feel your nails dig into my hips and ass as you grab hold and push your cock into my tight ass.

I can hardly keep my focus on the cock in my mouth with this cock deep in my ass. I feel it push up against something, and then pull back. It pushes in again and I push back against it, and again it stops. Once more it pulls back, and then into me, and this time as I push back, I feel myself open up and with a bit of pain and lots of pleasure, I feel your stomach push up against my ass cheeks as you go all the way in. I’m in instant ecstasy at being in a position like this, filled and fucked from both ends, with your cock buried in my ass and what I think is a toy cock in my mouth.

You start off slow, grinding and rolling your hips against me, pulling the length of the cock out and sliding it back in to the base. Taking your time each way, making sure I feel every but intensely, loving watching my asshole stretch around each vein. I lose focus on the cock in my mouth because I’m so enjoying you fucking my ass, so you lean forward, still slowly thrusting in and out, and grab my hair.

You order me never to stop sucking the cock in my mouth and shove my head back and forth, laughing as I choke on the large cock down my throat. You finally let go and start fucking me harder in the ass, grabbing my hips for better control. As you pull back, you push me forward until the tip of your cock slips from my ass and just as my hole starts to close, you thrust forward and slam your cock back in hard with full force as you pull my ass back onto it. I moan behind the cock in my mouth as my body lunges forward from the force of it and I shake at the sensation.

“Yeah, you like it when I fill your ass with doktor porno cock and fuck you hard?” I nod my head and muffle a yes Mistress. You decide to keep doing just that, pulling your cock completely out of my ass and ramming it fully back in, but faster and faster. You’re getting so wet at my moans of pleasure as you pound my ass over and over, my butt rippling and trembling from the force of your fucking, and my mouth servicing a real cock I don’t know about.

The guy fucking my mouth silently lets you know he’s ready to cum. You thrust forward one more hard time, before slowly withdrawing your cock from in me. Moving in front of me, you order me to stop sucking the cock. I cease my head bobbing back and forth. You move the guy back and take his cock from my mouth, and tell me you’re replacing it with a bigger toy I must continue sucking until you say otherwise. I mumble a reply and you send the guy back around me.

Opening the door you setup the next round of your fun, starting by grabbing another guy with a bigger and thicker cock to my face, and jamming it in my mouth, repeating your orders once more. I immediately close my lips around the cock and start pleasing it as best I can. You smile and ask if I want you to keep fucking me, and after you see my agreement, you decide my ass needs fucked again, but instead of by you, you signal the first guy to fuck me. The sight of his glistening, big, hot cock entering my tight ass nearly makes you cum on the spot but you maintain the illusion it’s you fucking me.

You ask if I like it and want it harder and I say yes, the guy now in my ass starts pounding my ass harder and harder. You can’t help to shove your hand to your pussy and start playing with yourself as you enjoy seeing me on all fours, locked into place, a real cock in each hole, getting fucked from both ends. It doesn’t take much before you cum extremely hard, your legs soaked by your juices.

As you catch your breath, the guy fucking my mouth lets you know he needs to cum as does the guy in my ass. You whisper to them to wait until your signal, which will be removing my blindfold and revealing what is actually going on. You grab a mirror and crouch down next to my head, and lean close to my ear and whisper softly, with a slight tease in your voice, “You’re enjoying yourself aren’t you? Good because there’s so much more of exactly this in store for you today, I hope you can take it. Just know…I love watching you get fucked…”

At this you see the questioning look on my face as my mind tries to sort out what you mean and I realize you can’t be near my ear if you’re fucking me. Just as I start to squirm and struggle, soft cries escaping my lips you hold the mirror in front of my face and rip my blindfold off. You love the look on my face and nervousness in my eyes as I realize I’ve got a real cock buried in my mouth and can see the guy fucking my ass in the mirror. You signal to both of them and before I can react I feel the guy fucking me push forward and hold in tight.

Suddenly I feel his big cock swell in my ass before pumping a huge load of hot cum deep into my ass. I start trying to resist and fight, but you smack me hard and grab my head, holding it in place just as the other guy strokes his cock once more. I feel a sudden rush of hot fluid fill my mouth, so much of it that it starts to leak out the sides of my mouth, the rest sliding down my throat. Both guys pull out and step away. You look me over, loving the small amount of cum leaking from my ass, before picking up the cum on my face and wiping it on my tongue, laughing. You bring my eyes to yours and tell me it’s not over yet and I’ve no choice but to take it.

Stepping back to reveal the room I see several guys standing there, all naked and stroking big cocks and I realize that the two cocks I took are no where near the largest cocks there. You then tell me that your posting to find these guys only specified that they enjoy group activities, and be very well endowed. You then tell me that the only rules are that all orgasms that the guys have must be shot into my ass or down my throat, and that whatever cock I take, I must take a bigger one next, ensuring the last guys are the biggest. I see the guys beginning to lube themselves up, ready for me.

“Who’s next?” you ask. Two guys with cocks at least nine inches step forward. “Hmmmm…which to put where…,” you taunt. You select the guy with the thicker of the two to fuck my ass and the other in my mouth. He steps forward, effortlessly sliding his cock into my mouth as the gag keeps me open from resisting or closing my mouth. You giggle at the sight of my face clearly trying to fight, pleading with my eyes, as his huge cock fills my mouth. I don’t have time to think as you spread my ass open and guide the bigger cock straight into my ass, it sliding in easily through the lube and cum coating my ass.

You watch as my tight hole struggles to adjust to the assault as he starts fucking me fast. Just to further make ensest porno it hell, you reach under and start stroking my cock. You feel me swell immediately hard in your hand, my cock longing for your touch.

“I knew this would make you hard. What a little fucking cock slut, hard and ready to cum with a fat, thick cock in each hole. Cum for me, now,” you order, as you stroke my cock harder and harder. It’s only seconds before a big thick load explodes from my cock, landing on the table beneath me. It feels so fucking good to cum and I moan as it happens, the guy fucking my ass doing it as well since my ass tightened around his cock.

Just about this time, the cock in my mouth is pulled out, and I watch the owner give it a couple good pumps, and jets of cum shoot out and I feel it land in my mouth, slightly dripping off my tongue. As soon as he moves away and before I can process the cum in my mouth, a new cock is quickly fed into my throat in seconds. This one is even bigger and has some pre-cum glistening on it’s tip. I lick the salty precum away, and then quickly wrap my mouth around it.

As I do this, I feel the cock in my ass, which has been pumping in and out this whole time, pull out, and then I feel a stream, then a second, and finally a third jet of cum hit me right above my hole. My ass is so open and sensitive at this point I can feel the cum running from the top, down into my ass and deep inside me. It’s only a moment before my ass again filled with a new cock, and this one slides right in, and begins immediately fucking me so hard that I cry out in pain.

I’m sucking for all my worth on the cock that’s still in my mouth, but it doesn’t take long for that one to be pulled out, and again with just a couple pumps, it jams back into my mouth and shoots its load down my throat, every drop being swallowed from this and the last one.

Before I’m presented with the next cock to suck, I look over at you. You have stripped now, sitting in a chair and have your legs up and one dildo buried into your ass, while with another you are playing with your clit. You have your eyes almost closed, and it looks as though you are about to begin another big orgasm. Just then, you open your eyes and look at me. You see me watching you and give me a big smile and ask, “Having fun?”

All I can do is nod, and the next cock has been shoved into my mouth, and I begin sucking away, jerking back and forth as I’m hammered between two guys, desperate to make them cum with my hot, wet mouth, and my ass squeezing around the cock in it. Over the next 30-40 minutes, I suck and get fucked by what I think has to be every guy there. But then everything stops for a moment, and you, who look pretty happy with yourself, tell me to stop and order the guys to step away. Some guys have gotten cum on my face, covering my eyes. You gently wipe it away, but immediately feed it into my mouth, my tongue licking your fingers clean.

You remove the gag from my mouth slowly and ask, “Having fun my pet?” It takes a moment to stretch my jaw but I answer with a yes. You tell me to beg, tell you what I want. I mumble and you turn my head to yours, ordering me to repeat that.

“Please Mistress,” I beg, “please give me a cock to suck and to fuck my ass again.” You smile, thrilled.

“Do you want bigger or is that enough?” “Bigger, please Mistress,” I plead, knowing what you want to hear.

“Mmmm, and have you had enough cum?” you question.

“No Mistress, this slut wants more cum. I need it filling my ass and mouth Mistress.” You smile in an evil way before saying, “Well my slut, since you asked so nicely, I’ll give you what you want.”

With that you stand up and call forward a guy I haven’t seen as you’ve kept him hidden. “I saved the best for last since you want to be such a whore.” He walks over and I see why, as he has a massive cock, nearly 12 inches, thick with veins and rigid in front of my face. You reach over close to my face and give me the choice, my ass or my mouth. Doubting I can take it in my ass, I open my mouth readily.

“No my slave, this one is just for your ass,” and with that he steps behind me. He walks up to my ass, which is as open as it’s ever been, and puts the tip of that monster at my hole, and begins to push. I can feel my ass stretching and stretching, and suddenly I feel him slide in. He only goes in a few inches then pulls all the way back out. Then he pushes back in and this time goes a little deeper. Everyone is watching this, almost in silence.

He keeps pulling all the way out, waits, then pushes back in, a bit deeper every time. After a few minutes, he’s gotten up to nearly ten inches in me, but I feel like he’s hitting something inside me. You tell me to relax, and as he pushes in, to push back. He pulls out again and then back in. I push as he goes in, and I feel like he almost goes in. Again he pulls out and plunges in, and I push back.

This goes on a couple more time, and then about the 6th time, suddenly I feel erotik porno myself open, and he slides in deeper than ever. He pulls out again, and this time as he gets to the point, I push even harder and he slides all the way in. I feel like I’ve got a telephone pole up inside me, but it also feels so filling I can’t believe it. He then pulls all the way out, then plunges all the way in, and my cock immediately spurts out more cum into the table. “Fuck him…hard,” you say and the cock slowly starts going in and out of my ass faster and harder.

He starts fucking me intensely, driving his cock into me with impunity and mercilessly thrusting so hard my body quivers. Your pussy starts to drip wet again at the sight of my hole struggling to accommodate the giant cock immensely pummeling me. You decide you can’t just sit and watch so you put your cock back on, walk to my front, and shove it in my mouth. You don’t want me to suck it, just bury it deep in my throat as you grind against my face, your clit being teased and you enjoying a perfect view of my ass being plowed.

He keeps pounding me harder and rougher, you muddling my mixed moans of pleasure and pain with your cock, my whole body shaking with each thrust. You can feel yourself freely cumming over and over, so satisfied at my taking your orders and servicing numerous cocks. You lay over top of me, slipping a finger in my ass on either side of his cock and tell him to pull out. He does and you marvel at how gaping my ass is now, able to fit your fist in with little effort.

“God you’re so loose, I love it! I want to see your butt suffer and stretch for me.” At that you tell him to slide his cock fully back in but immediately withdraw. You giggle as my poor hole stretches wide to take it and then barely tightens up before it’s opened again. You tell him to resume fucking me, removing your fingers but staying put to watch me get fucked.

My ass is so tight around his cock that it takes no time for him to be ready to cum. You order him to stop and pull your cock from my mouth. You move the mirror covered with my cum away and tell me to roll over on my back. I twist myself into position and you have the cock put back into my ass.

My cock, which has been totally ignored through all this is standing at its most rigid attention at this point. Seeing this, you then walk over and kneel on the table beside me, throwing your leg over, and you slide onto my cock. You begin riding my cock to the same rhythm as the monster fucking me, and without warning, someone straddles my head and a cock is pushed into my mouth from above.

I just ride the waves of pleasure as I’m used in both ends and have you riding me. You tell all the guys they’re free to do as they please with me and several guys circle around me. “Yes, cum all over my little slut. He’s going to have to lick up every drop!” you tell. The cock in my mouth is pulled out, and its cum hits me on the chin and neck. Soon after, another guy cums, hitting me on the chest. At this point, you begin cumming as the sensation of riding my cock, knowing my ass is being fucked at the same time, and seeing guys use me and cover me in cum is too much for you.

You lean down on me, smearing cum all over yourself, and lock your mouth onto mine. I taste your tongue, and the taste of cum, and then I begin cumming harder than I ever remember. It feels like I’m going to completely drain myself deep into your pussy. As I begin to think again, I realize I’m still being pounded in the ass by that monster cock. I’m not sure what to think, but suddenly it stops deep in me and slowly withdraws. I see you present your ass to him and as he furiously strokes his cock, he begins blowing rope after rope of cum out of his cock and onto your ass, there being so much it dribbles down your ass, coating my balls and ass as well.

When he finally stops, I just lay there with you on top of me, and my cock still buried in you, wondering what will come next. Just about then, you slide off my cock, and immediately put your ass to my face. You barely order me as I start cleaning you with my tongue, licking up every drop of cum from your gorgeous ass.

Once you’re clean, you stand and marvel at what you’ve done to me, with my ass gaping and draining cum, my body coated as more guys came all over me while you were fucking me. You have one surprise left yet for me you say, as you remove my restraints and put on your cock, ordering me to the bed, telling me it’s finally your turn to fuck me.

You grab the mirror covered in my cum and tell me it’s going to be the only lube on your cock as it fucks my ass. You tease me with it, dragging it through slow, rubbing my cum and smearing it all over every inch. As a last insult you ask if it’s enough, but stop me from answering and telling me that it’s going in anyways. You order me on the bed and position yourself under me, pulling my ass down onto your cock. It slips in with no effort at all, causing you to wonder.

You reach around and immediately feel how empty my ass is even with your cock. I ask, practically whimpering and pleading, if that means I’m done, but you grab my chin harshly and lock eyes, telling me, “No you little fucking bitch, that just means we have to put another big…fat…thick cock, into your ass with mine.”

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