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Glory services

I have two loves in my life: sex and money. Why not combine the two?

Of course, the thought of being a male escort for the ladies was doomed to fail from the word go. Which is why my attention turned to men. Men will just about have sex with anything that moves. All I need to do is lead them on as long as the cash is right, donkeys with carrots on the end of a long stick, or a piece of meat thrown to hungry dogs.

How to set about a business of this nature is a very risky one. For starters, discretion; if they don’t tell I won’t, just as long as I have something to use as blackmail in the long run, not that it will come to that. I intend to have regular customers in for when the time comes.

The second would be how to get the kind of customers I wanted. Men who had plenty to offer both in meat and in cash. That would be somewhat harder as long as I could find a way of getting what I could out of them. It may involve tedious wading through gay hook-up adds and selecting those who would be very loyal.

Finally, what exactly could I offer? What would be my pitch? Something that would reflect on how attractive my business model looks to my clientele.

Blowjob’s galore! Complete discretion, secure location, no one will ever find out!

Not a bad start, I guess. I’ll just have to play it out and hope somebody will take me up on this offer.

A few days passed and my layout for ‘Glory services’ were virtually all set up. I live in a smallish place by myself. Though it does have a garden measuring ten feet wide by fourteen in length. This means that there is space enough to have a garden shed, which may indeed be a good enough close to set up a private, ‘love cubicle’ for my clients. So, I went out and purchased two shed’s and converted them into one with black out curtains. It may seem to the neighbours that I was preparing for an air raid for all they knew but much did I care. I did however consider having a light fitted on the inside of the shed for my customers so that they would have the chance to see the glorious hole in the wall for, you know what. With the door of the other shed fitted to face my kitchen for easy access in and out would mean that nobody would see me, I even had curtains fitted in the kitchen just in case. I even had this ingenious idea to print customer cards so that people could come back for a discounted rate. Maybe in a couple of months the inside of the shed would be filled with graffiti and colourful art depicting what a hungry, cock sucker I was!

With everything I needed in place,

Prices.
‘Love cubicle’.
Loyalty card.
Pictures of the arrangement.

Soon as the word would get around then people would come flocking from all directions and by my luck will be coming back to get their dicks nice and sloppy!

By the time the Cubicle was finished, it was a little bit more cumbersome than I had imagined. What I had done in effect was move the entire shed to the side of the house where the front connected to the back garden. The result was that I had to make two new doors and take pains to make sure the two windows were tinted but so that neighbours would not be watching, or maybe they should if they knew what they were missing on. Even so, I simply had slide in partitions so they could block out the light. Finally, I had to install two lights on either side of the wall but In order to make the feeling somewhat more erotic was that both lights were tinted red, which resembled one of those brothels in the red-light district in Amsterdam. But at long last, the cubicle was now finished! I did however had on of those feelings that maybe I should do something else. Maybe some graffiti on the inside with some quotes about giving head etc etc. I decided against this and decided just to let the ‘guests’ see to it if they chose.

I then did the only thing I knew I could when I was satisfied with what I had to show. I took to gay dating apps by the score and set up all of my profiles. All I had to do now was wait and see what happened. I went to bed that night satisfied but very excited for what was coming.

The next day…

I woke up about 7 in the morning, had a shower and a shave, had breakfast and brushed my teeth. It was now half-past 7 and I checked my phone and the first thing I saw made my jaw drop to the floor. I found that I had over 400 notifications and over 100 E-mails. It was a good thing that I work from home and that today was Saturday which meant no work because this was going to take a while. From 8 to 12 I read messages that began with, and for batum I am only giving examples of those that don’t start of with; ‘Hi’ or ‘Hey’ and instead giving you some of the more interesting sounding responses.

“Holy shit that sounds like heaven!”

“Bet you couldn’t take me and my friend if we paid you.”

“Can I bring my dog please?”

(I appreciated his honesty more than anything)

“Can I bring my cousins with me?”

“Could you throw up on my dick?”

“What if I presented to you, my arse? Anadolu Yakası Escort 😉”

“You don’t have Tourette’s, do you?”

(The fact that this was the first thing he had to say was outstanding. Though it occurred to me that maybe this was just someone taking the piss.)

I responded to those that were curious about this and would definitely consider it. I asked for face pics and perhaps a dick pic as well. (Is it not right and just to see what I’m going to get my lips around?) doing this eliminated quite a few chicken shits but as far as I was concerned, they were either pussies or had dicks in so many knots that it would take a team of cousins and a lot of counselling to untie it. What I wanted was men with stiff, long cocks that I could gag on and make them shoot hot cum down my throat all day long, there I said it!

I got into a few conversations on the apps and via E-mails about each other because in mind it made more sense to remember that these were real people on the other side and they needed to know that I was a real person as well. It was an interesting experience because I had a huge revelation about these dating apps after about two hours. That is people will literally block you for no reason whatsoever because some people on these apps, all they want is to get their end away and get so bored, so quickly that they delete the apps before the used Kleenex hits the bin. I say this because a few people did admit to me they were climaxing to the thought and were never heard of again. These people only view gay sex as a fantasy and nothing else. As a Gay man, I’m not too bothered by that, people will make their own minds up and that’s not really my business. It is however a different thing when you lead people on and then waste your time for no reason whatsoever.

But after washing my hands of these ‘timewasters’ came the much more striking clientele, the sort of men I would love to meet. Pleasant, raunchy and talkable. The pleasant guys are always the ones that are slightly reserved and make me feel the most involved in, which separates giving a blowjob to giving a man an unforgettable experience. The raunchier types are somewhat more honest to talk with and will spill their guts out with plenty of hot pictures, always with their cocks out. They are very good to imagine giving head too and seeing again in my mind, since they just found a naughty little part of the country to explore their fantasies. The talkable lot however are quite different again. They are the only type of persons I would consider just having sex with. They were flamboyant in the descriptions of past debaucheries which gave me new ideas to try in the future! Even in cases where I contemplated asking them for sex, I relented because the experience was to offer discretion but spice it up with a twist that would keep a guy’s identity intact but explore a level of kinkiness once they stepped inside. My ideal client would preferably be an early 40’s man with a burning sensation to be honest with himself and let himself go. I would love him to be burly but strong enough to let me know he meant business and for him to be a great person to talk to face to face, even if I was swallowing his very essence.

As luck would have it, I found him. Rick: 40, tall, large belly for a man his height, legs like tree stumps, forearms like RSJ’s, a Lumberjack’s beard, an enormous mouth, a great display of kinky clothing and a gorgeous 8-inch beast with a head like missile ready to explode at a single touch! His profile ran:

Rick ‘with the big dick!’ I love nothing more than embracing guys and showing them why ‘big is beautiful!’ at heart I am a softie but can make myself hard for anyone. There’s a lot to love and a lot of things I want to know about you! So why not hit me up? This Bear is ready for mating season! 😊

The only thing I was kinda in the middle on was him referring to himself as a ‘Bear’ since he was hairless from the neck down, not even having any pubes aside from a strip of hair like a black line down to the base of his shaft. His skin tanned beautifully though, which got me to think that he tanned out in the open. For some reason, this turned me on very much, he was the kind of man who would wear speedos knowing the rode up his mountainous arse!

I knew I wanted him the moment I thought about it for only a few seconds.

Eric: So, I heard that you have yourself a little glory hole?

Me: Oh yes, It’s already to go to anyone who wants to get their end away!

Eric: Haha! I like that! You must have cocks coming at you from all angles!

Me: If only, it just opened today and I’m waiting for my first customer.

Eric: Do I get something special for being your first man?

Me: Hmmm, depends, is there something that you like?

I sent him a picture of me in tight jeans flaunting my arse to him. That would get his attention!

Eric: I think I would love that! I love your body, it’s so smooth from here!

Me: How about you come over here and I’ll show you how smooth my mouth is Kurtköy Escort round that huge cock of yours!

It was a little bold in my end but much did I care! People like Eric have something other people don’t. When you are faced with something that makes your heart flutter, you’re going to get it by letting them get you! The thought of Eric’s shaft banging me till dawn hadn’t quite crossed my mind yet. Not that you could make me any harder than I already was!

Eric: I could cum over right now the way you talk to me! I’ll head down now if you fancy it babe.

I slammed in the address before it even occurred to me to show how much it turned me on that he called me, babe.

Eric: I’ll be there in 5!

5? Was I reading that correctly?! I was already downstairs and in the back garden when I got another message.

Eric: Want me to head in now? I’m, at the place.

Frantically and a little shakily I wrote,

‘One minute, just getting it ready for your huge thing!’

I got into my half of the cubicle and got on my knees. I was wearing a simple shirt and jeans and was just about to think about taking them all off but then,

Eric: So, I just open the door and lock it behind me then?

Me: Yea sure, make sure to lock the door behind you and I pulled the partition so you don’t need to worry about privacy.

What I was worried right now was that this was actually going to happen with a bloke I only spoke to minutes ago! I was so completely at his mercy by his looks, the look of his manhood and how badly my urges truly were. There was no looking back now as I heard a knocking from the door on his side. I messaged him quickly,

Me: Come on in big boy and enjoy the ride! X

The door opened and was shut behind.

“Wow!”

Said Eric in a booming tone.

“I love the lighting in here, oh! What have we here?”

He must have saw the wall in front and the single hole cut into it. He bent low to look into it, our eyes met and to say this was not love at first sight would be something of an understatement.

“Wassup cutie?”

Eric said he had calmed his voice and looked more lovable when he smiled at me.

“Your gorgeous!”

Was all I could say, words failing me.

“Did you expect- “

“I need your cock Daddy! I want that huge thing down my throat! It’s what you came for isn’t it?”

It was the first thing that came into my head and continued to tent my pants and probably Eric’s too because he looked almost stunned but his grin became a lusty one who just got told he was going to be slutted over.

“You seem very eager babe! So, I am left with no choice.”

He stood up and he made sure I could see him unzip his jeans to see the object of my desire outlined by his black briefs. I suspected it must have been more than 8 inches but that was just the slut in me thinking in terms of how much I was about to gag on it. I could have reached out and pulled Eric’s undies down but instead I said.

“Come on Daddy it’s not fair to keep that thing from me! Let me have a taste pleassse!!”

Eric however placed his hands on his hips and rocked back and forwards slowly. He was a tease I’ll say that much but he was a mean tease, he knew how much I wanted it and he was going to make me beg for it if he chose. After what seemed like a long time, he hooked his thumbs to the waist band and voila! Down they came and OMG! Their stood the mightiest, meatiest and manliest thing I had ever seen in my life. A man’s manhood is the single defining part of a man’s body. It has impregnated the world and is worshipped for giving us life, it was now ready to receive a very special ceremony for its contributions to the world, courtesy of a cock worshipper in training!

“You want a taste baby? Well open wide and eat up baby!”

Said Eric in what I swear was the huskiest of voices a giant hunk like Eric could say.

He then moved towards the wall and shoved his enormous cock into the hole. I wondered if he was excited as I was. He must have been expecting me to shove my face till my gag reflex was obliterated, actually I had something else in mind. I had gone gaga over Eric for this moment and now it was my turn to make his heart race!

I first got underneath his cock and simply let it lie there on my face just for the heat of Eric’s cock on my face. I let it lay there as it twitched ever so slightly like a sleeping giant. I then exhaled through my nose as a fairly small breath of wind, cool by contrast down the underside of Eric’s cock. I didn’t know for sure if Eric was phased by this so I began to blink and my eyelids did have enough reach to brush themselves between his head and his shaft. His cock pricked (so to speak) which flopped on my face in time with my blinking.

“Jesus Christ baby, I never took you to being this much of a tease!”

Said Eric.

Te-he, I thought. It meant I was working my magic and he was loving it!

However, now was the time to open up my ever so grateful mouth and began to change up my breathing so I Pendik Escort inhaled through my nose and exhaled through my mouth. His twitching became continuous and he pumped his cock in and out in motion, he was dying for me to get his cock in my slutty mouth. What Eric didn’t know was that it was now my cock to worship and there was no way in hell I would rush this magical sequence of events. Like a snake, my tongue slithered out of my now gaping mouth and gave a very gentle flick along his shaft with my tongue. I then gave his shaft another little flick with my tongue. I couldn’t stand this foreplay much longer! All I wanted was a face full of cock! But I crossed my toes in telling myself that I needed to see this through till the very end. I pulled my head away and redistributed myself and was now looking straight at his menacing head twitching in front of my eyes. Unblinking, I pursed my lips and planted very delicate kisses on Eric’s throbbing head. The smell and the feel of his meaty head made me feel like a completely new person. I was no longer a simple, gay man living in the closest in the suburbs. I was a cock worshipping slut, ready to get on my knees for anyone who asked/ordered!

“I love how gentle you are babe. You know how to make a man feel special alright, Haha!”

Ha! He didn’t know the half of it!

Without even thinking about it I simply opened my mouth as wide as I dared and shoved my face onto Eric’s cock. I knew I did something right because it took a while before the tip of my nose touched the wall. Holy shit was it big! I maybe starting to gag somewhat but I was almost content to stay there till I had no choice to back up. It was the longest 3 seconds of my life but it was one of the best for sure! Eric’s cock twitching and pulsing in my throat! Tears of joy beginning to escape my eyes and the gagging sensation in my throat was something all cock worshippers should do! I was gasping for airs with my tongue sticking out as Eric’s cock continued to pulse now covered in gooey saliva.

“Holy shit baby that was, AH!”

I was already deepthroating him again before he had time to finish. I wanted to please him and his cock till he couldn’t take it any longer! This time I stepped up my game and had his cock in my throat for 10 whole seconds. I managed to bob my head even when my nose and chin were pressed hard against the wall and Eric’s grunting was apparent to us both. Before pulling out, a wave of clear saliva shot itself out of my mouth coating the base of Eric’s cock and leaving him in a bigger mess than before, the dirtier the better!

“Babe please! I think your great and everything but this time I just wanna rock that mouth by moving my hips, ok?”

“Sure thing! I’m more than ready!”

I sat there on my knees with my mouth open like a grateful slut that I now was and got roughly one third of his cock in my mouth before I stopped and felt him begin to rock his hips away. He was now the one to control the pace of this blowjob and what a job he did! Saliva came out of the corners of my mouth and either slid down my chin and down his shaft and back through the hole to his balls. It was certainly a much easier time on my throat, that’s for sure. I will however admit that I think Eric though clearly enjoying himself in this, was maybe wanting something that I was doing to him earlier. Not that I cared, if he wanted to tell me then he would! I would also be lying if I said that even though this was getting a little bit tame for my liking, (I say after my performance from earlier)

Eric on the other hand looked to be in a more desperate need at this stage to unload his carnal pleasures into me as his pace seemed to increase, treating my mouth as a pussy and savouring this experience till the very end. Well, maybe we should all find out who gets ready to do it first! I placed my hands on the wall and in time with his own thrusting, began to pump harder again with my lips becoming almost airtight around his swelling cock. I could sense he was getting ready to blow and I would make sure he wouldn’t have any spunk left once I had finished!

“Suck it baby! Ah! Shit! You’re such a tight little! Ah! Shit!!”

Hearing him praise me installed another newfound revelation in the man that I now was. Someone who was not only good at this but able to make a man like Eric almost tremble in delight. Which must have been a testament to his stature and endurance because I was now at full speed once again! His thrusts rose to the point of climax and my bobbing gave my throat a pounding it had never experienced before, along with the saliva and tears, it was paradise!

“Holy shit! I’m gonna cum in your mouth babe! Get ready to open your mouth wide!”

Although I was disappointed that I wasn’t going to just down his cum, having it on my face would be just as hot, so I gave one great, final suck just so I knew he couldn’t hold on and pulled out and got in position just in time for…

Eric moaned and grunted as strings of hot, sticky cum shot out in spurts for a whole six seconds nearly coating my face! I think he wanted to use my mouth to see if he could land his all his cum in me like some perverted fountain statue but his shot must have been greater than I had anticipated. But fuck if I cared! I was now a cum covered, cock, worshipping, whore and I loved it!

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Jack loved watching me walk around his apartment wearing the corset he’d bought me, or wearing the lingerie that emphasized my new bulk. My breasts, which required regular sucking at least every four hours, were encased in latex and I knew that they were held firmly but enticingly at the ready for Jack’s mouth. My belly, having grown round and full, was molded by the corset. The latex and leather emphasized my new bulkiness while still showing off my full bounty. I loved the way I moved; almost a waddle, with my breasts and belly leading the way. I was still gaining weight, but at a slower pace. Jack’s feeding regimen had slowed a bit, based on my new size.

As his milk cow, Jack required that I be available for milking–either by machine or by mouth–every four hours. I made sure that my consulting schedule accomodated this schedule. As a result, over a two month period, my breasts swelled even larger that they had been when we had started the milking schedule, and if I missed a milking session, I became extremely uncomfortable, mooing to be relieved. Needless to say, I worked hard to meet our schedule. Jack continued to monitor my feeding regimen that kept me gaining weight–he liked my increasing girth, which balanced out my swelling breasts. As my both my belly and breasts swelled, İstanbul Escort I became more aware of how much Jack enjoyed my role as his milk cow. He loved watching me waddle up to him, mooing for him to milk me then giving me the fucking he knew I wanted. After which, he fed me as much ice cream as I could hold, and then a bit extra. We were both very turned on by my increasing bulk. I encouraged Jack to measure my belly every week to monitor my progress, and I loved the photographs he took to document my growth. I felt like a big, gravid, sex machine–and Jack was molding me to fit his desires. I knew that my ultimate goal was to be a breeder–Jack had been clear that he wanted me to bear his children–but in the meantime, we were enjoying my new body. My weight gain had enhanced the growth of my breasts, and I now measured 38-DD on top. Jack loved my new bounty, and he enjoyed milking me, telling me that he couldn’t wait until he knocked me up. I loved the feeling of my milk letting down to feed Jack, but I knew that there was more to come once I actually became pregnant. I couldn’t wait to become even more heavy and full of Jack’s babies.

My legal research consulting was still working out well; my work schedule was flexible enough to support my increasing play with Bayan Escort Jack, but it was time for me to attend the semiannual review with one of my main clients. The last time I’d been in to meet with the law firm I consulted for, I’d been 25 pounds lighter and several inches smaller in all the places that mattered. I loved showing off my new shape to Jack and in public when we went out to dinner or the theater, but presenting a professional appearance was a bit different. I asked Jack to accompany me on a shopping expedition for a couple of appropriate outfits. Jack actually enjoyed shopping with me and for me, so I knew he’d love helping me in my search.

“I think you’re ready for the maternity department, don’t you?” Jack stood behind me as I tried to dress to go out. He ran his hands up my flanks, around to my belly and up to cup my breasts. My big nipples stiffed at his touch, and he tweaked them through the thin silk of my bra, pulling them as if to start to milk me. Since we’d just completed a milking session 30 minutes before, I knew we had at least 3 hours before I’d be ready to milk again, so we had plenty of time to shop without worry. Nonetheless, Jack’s playful attention to my long hard nipples caused an exciting shiver to go straight to my pussy.I leaned back Eskort against Jack, rubbing my well-rounded ass against his crotch. I could feel his cock stiffen though his jeans. Jack continued to tease my tits, hefting their weight in his palms, and using his thumbs to flick my nipples. He nuzzled my neck and whispered “I’m looking forward to watching you waddle into Saks tring to find something to fit the new body we’ve built,” I could feel Jack’s smile against my neck and his hard cock pressing between my ass cheeks. Very aroused, I pressed against him harder. “Looks like we better take care of this before we go out” Jack murmured, unhooking my bra and letting my heavy breasts fall into his hands. I murmured my agreement as we moved to the bed, Jack still pressed against me as he steered me. “I want you on all fours on the bed” Jack instructed. “Raise you ass a little higher” he added, positioning me at the edge of the bed. My breasts hung down, my nipples grazing the duvet cover as I raised my bottom to Jack’s liking. I heard Jack unbuttoning his jeans with one hand as he began to probe my asshole with his other hand. One finger pressed inside me, and then two. I arched my back at this unaccustomed attention to my ass. It felt good. Both of Jack’s hands were busy now, one probing my ass, and the other stroking my belly. “The bigger your belly gets, the more fun it will be fucking your pretty little asshole,” Jack said, beginning to guide the tip of his cock against my sphincter.

“Oh, yes please,” I murmured, pushing against him.

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She look at the house it would need lots of work to be livable. Walking inside she saw that first it needed a good cleaning. She went around the place checking to see just what needed work and what didn’t. The lights were working and so was the water. Grabbing the broom she began sweeping the floors, once she had all the trash cleaned up she filled a bucket with water and started mopping the floors. She waited for the floor to dry. A knock came at the front door. Opening the door she saw a man standing there.

“Miss, the sheriff asked me to deliver your car here,” he told her.

“Thank you, Sir,” she said.

“Just call me Fredy, Mam, everyone else does, I run the garage in town.” he said then left. Going out to the car to get the rest of her stuff, she noticed a dark colored car parked down the road from her house.

“Shit how the hell did he find me.” she said to her self. Reaching in her pocket to find a slip of paper, she called the sheriff’s office and told them that her ex husband was sitting down the street and someone needed to come out and move him away from her house. She went back inside and waited. After 20 minutes he was still sitting there so she call the sheriff at his home number he had given her.

“Hello, yes this is Sara Mcfee. I called your office about 20 minutes ago to report that my ex is sitting down the street from my house. No one has come out here, and now I want someone to please come out and take him away he’s now sitting in my front yard and won’t leave. Ok thank you David.” she said then hung up the phone. 10 minutes later a knock came at her back door. Wondering who that could be she left the living room and answered the door. Opening it she saw the sheriff standing there.

“Hi that was quick, but how did you get here?” she ask.

“Tell you later is he still sitting there?” he said. She nodded her head and he went into the living room. He saw him sitting on her front lawn, grabbing the phone he called the station house.

“What the hell are doing there Grace? Well put him on the phone. Yes, Get your fucking dick out of her and get your ass here, 1215 İstanbul Escort Sunset, you have 5 minutes or you’re fired boy.” he said and hung up the phone.

“Sorry Sara my ex way laid him, he’ll be here or else.” he told her. He paced the floors.

“David what’s wrong?” she asked him.

“House looks better what did you do?” he ask.

“Just a good old fashion cleaning that’s all, I wanted to go to the store and get some sheets and stuff but he’s out there and I don’t want to talk to him ever again.

“About time he got here.” he said as the police car pulled up and she watched as the guy got out and went over to her ex and told him to leave or he would be arrested. Her ex took a swing at the cop and was down on the ground and handcuffed real fast. David walked out the door and watch as them drive away. When he came inside he call the garage.

“Ya, Fredy come over to 1215 Sunset and pick up the dark color car that sits in front my mother’s house and impound it,” and hung up the phone.

“Now David will you tell me what’s wrong?” she asked him again.

“After dropping you off this morning and going home all I could think about was getting you in bed again. I’ve been hard as a rock all day and not even jacking off is helping.” he told her.

She smile. “You mean I’m making you hard and I’m not even touching you?” she asked, smiling.

“HELL YES!” he said.

She smiled as she walked in the kitchen.

“Well what have you got to say to that?” he asked.

She looked up at him. “Come with me to town and help me pick out some stuff, then we can have dinner, and then you can spend the night.” she said.

“Honey if I spend the night it will be all over town that I spent the whole night in your bed.” he told her.

“Good then no one will try to pick me up or fix me up with someone else,” she said laughingly.

He grabbed her and pulled her into his arms and kissed her hard and quick. “Let’s go, I want to get you in bed fast before you change your mind,” he told her.

“Oh believe me David I won’t be changing my mind at all,” she told him. The Anadolu Yakası Escort drive to town didn’t take them long at all, he pulled into the mall parking lot just outside of town. Walking through the stores, she found everything she needed and then they went food shopping. On the way out she spotted a store she wanted to go in so she ask him to put everything in the car; she had to pick up one more thing then they could go home. She watched as he left the building. Then she ran into the store. She went up to the clerk to ask she had any sexy sleep wear and where would it be. The girl pointed out the back of the store and she went over to look. There was so many she was having a hard time choosing one.

“You know all you had to do was ask me and I would have loved to come in here with you.”

She turned around to see David standing there smiling. Walking up to her he pulled out the black and red ones. “These are my favorites.” he said. Coming even closer to her, whispering in her ear as he quickly licked once on it, he asked, “Have ever had a vibrator inside you with a cock too?”

Shaking her head no, she watched as he looked at them and picked one.

“Let’s go, before I change my mind and have you before dinner.” he said. On the drive back home he kept very quiet. Once inside her house he pulled into his arms again and whispered sweet things in her ear, as his hand moved over her body.

“God Lady you have me so damn hot and hard, dinner is going to be difficult and long,” he whispered. “Then why wait for dinner?” she said as her hand rubed his cock through his jeans.

“Because waiting is half the fun.” he told her. “Go cook dinner and I’ll go make up the bed for you.” he said. He found her in the kitchen finishing up the dinner. “Jut in time Dinner’s done and I was just going to call for you,” she said.

Just then a knock came at the door. “I’ll get it,” he said. He was back in 5 minutes. “It was just my mother wanting to know when I was coming home. Told her I wasn’t.”

“MMMMMMMMMMM, Dinner was great Sara, you’re a great cook.” he told her. “Just leave Kartal Escort everything and lock up the house I’ll be waiting upstairs for you,” she said. She stood in front of the mirror wearing the black lace teddy when he came in the room. Going over he sat on the bed and watched her.

“Beautiful and sexy Sara, now come over her to me so I can touch you,” he said. Standing in front of him she felt his hands everywhere as he undressed her.

“Your turn now David,” she said as he stood and she undressed him. Pushing him back on the bed she knelt before him and pushed his legs apart. She held his hard cock in her hand as her tongue licked him, slowly she put him in her mouth and sucked on his cock head, even more slowly she move her head up and down his cock. Concentrating on the head, licking and sucking on the head, feeling it grow, get harder, and begin to fill her mouth. She put the tip of her tongue in his pee hole, moving in and out as if she were fucking his pee hole.

“OH SWEET BABY I’M NOT GOING TO LAST TOO LONG IF YOU KEEP THAT UP!” he grunted.

She knew he was real close to cumming so she took him deep into her throat and sucked him harder when she felt his body stiffen. His hands grabbed her head to hold her there, and she took him ever deeper down her throat when he exploded, shooting his cum deep down her throat. Licking him clean she stood up and he pulled her on top of him and then turned them over on the bed. With her under him now, he moved to kneel on the floor and he licked, kissed, and sucked her pussy till he had her screaming that she was cumming. Picking her up he laid her in the middle of the bed and laid down next to her. Lifting her leg over his hips he held his hard cock. Slowly he entered into her pussy, burying his cock deep inside. Moving his hand under the pillow he pulled out the vibrator and rub it along her ass and pussy.

Pulling his cock out of her love tunnel, he pushed the vibrator in and pulled it back out to get it wet and juicy, then slowly, ever so slowly pushed it up to her ass. When his cock was back at her pussy and the vibrator at her asshole, he pushed both in at the same time. She screamed in pleasure. When he was close to cumming for the second time he turn on the vibrator and her hips move forward screaming she was cumming again. He was buried so deep inside hr pussy that he knew he had just planted his seed to grow.

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Ring, Jeff’s cell phone was going off, it always seemed to be going off, “Hello” said Jeff. “Hey its Sarah” said the voice on the other end. “Hey what’s going on? How did you get my number?” Jeff was trying to act cool but all along he was thinking of how Sarah looked naked. “I’m bored as hell J and was wondering if maybe you wanted to come over or something.” Thinking to himself how could I turn that down? “Sure, I’m not doing anything anyways”. Still trying to act cool.” good well you know how to get here.”

“I sure do I’ll see you in a few.”

With that Jeff went to his jeep and jumped in, driving over to Sarah’s house at a pretty good pace. The whole time thinking about the opportunity that could come up, he dreamed about it all the way there. He even started to get a hard on. Then what brought him back down is that he didn’t think the chance would come up. “Probably be just a boring ass night watching TV. Or something”

As Jeff was on his way to Sarah’s house, Sarah decided she should take a quick shower. Sarah had always had a thing for Jeff and although he had at one time slept with her best friend it never stopped Sarah from fantasizing about him. Sarah walked into the bathroom and started running the hot water, as it warmed up and the mirrors started to fog, Sarah thought to herself that Jeff is probably a good half an hour a way. As she thought this she first pulled her shirt off and then unsnapped her bra, letting her tender 32 c tits be exposed. (To no one but herself of course) Then Sarah slid down her jeans she had to bend over a little to take them off as they were a little tight, when they reached the floor she slid her fingers along the elastic band of her panties and slowly pulled them down exposing her light pink, completely shaved pussy, she ran her fingers across over a clit for a minute until she was completely turned on, then she leaned back on the counter and slid two fingers barely inside her wet hole, She continued to tease herself for about five minutes in which time she would tease then she would slide her fingers in all the way, the whole time thinking of what Jeff’s cock really felt like.

Sarah finally stepped into the shower her pussy still dripping with anticipation for Jeff, and she began to wash her body starting around her neck she slowly and methodically massaged the soap all over from her shoulders up, then she slid down to her tits and she got them covered with soap then she massaged the soap in with her hands. When she finished that she took her hands still covered in soap and ran them up and down her body, across her stomach, working her way down to her pussy again, she grabbed the bar of soap and slid it in-between her legs starting at the thigh and she slowly moved the soap up and down to be sure that her pussy was clean for Jeff. While Sarah was doing this her arm brushed her still completely hard clit and it made her shiver with excitement. Sarah finally rinsed off then took her razor and made sure that her pussy was totally smooth, after that she shut the water off and climbed out.

No sooner than Sarah climbed out she heard the doorbell ring, “I’ll bet that’s him,” She said to herself. She quickly wrapped herself in her towel, which was a little too short, and it only covered down to about half her thighs, and it pushed her tits up because it was so tight. She looked at herself quickly in the mirror before she headed downstairs. When Sarah opened the door Jeff was standing right there staring at her amazing body wrapped in that towel. The thoughts that ran through his mind were enough to give him a hard-on. Sarah noticed and didn’t seem upset by the whole thing but more turned on than anything else.

“Hey, Pendik Escort It’s about time you got here,” said Sarah jokingly, “Yeah, Yeah I hurried as fast as I could.” Jeff joked back. “I just have to run upstairs and change real quick, ok?” said Sarah in a sexy voice. “Ok do you want me to wait down here or can I come up?” asked Jeff hoping she would say he could come up. “You can come up, there’s a couch and stuff up there for you to wait on.”

“Ok, lead the way” and with that Sarah turned and started up the stairs with Jeff closely behind her. Jeff made an effort to try not to stare but he couldn’t help it. Sarah was ahead of him just slightly but the stairs were steep enough so that Jeff could see the very bottom of her ass and the inside of her thighs. Sarah loved teasing him, even though she hadn’t been doing it for very long she loved it, and the whole idea of Jeff trying to see up her towel made her pussy drip with excitement.

“Ok, just wait right there on the couch, ill be right back i’m just going to go change,” said Sarah. “Ok” said Jeff settling down on the couch in a spot where he could see a mirror in her room that he was hoping she might change in front of. Sarah walked into her room and closed the door but not all the way there was a little crack hat Jeff could see through. Jeff watched Sarah drop her towel to the floor then, open one of her dresser drawers and she looked through it and decided not to take anything from it so she closed it. Then she walked to her closet, briefly passing the crack in the door, in which Jeff could see everything for just a split second. Then he couldn’t see anything he just heard the rustle of clothes in the closet, then the door opened, and Sarah in a Hawaiian floral print sundress, her nipples were rock hard and he could see that from across the room on the couch. “Ok, ready to go?” she asked. “Sure thing where to?” He said. “I don’t know there’s a park around the corner we could go to, I’m not really in the mood to go anywhere, so maybe we could just go hang out there.”

“Sounds good to me, can we walk there?” he asked. “Yes, it’s only like five minutes away.”

As they walked to the park, which was a little more than five minutes away, they joked about things and flirted a little, Sarah knew what she wanted, and she was sure that Jeff would be more than happy to help her out. Sarah had always had a fantasy of having sex in the park they were headed to, she touched herself more than once at thought of being flat on her back with her legs spread wide open, she was thinking of that at that very instant also. The idea of Jeff laying her back and opening her legs, exposing her cleanly shaven, tight pussy and then him fucking her until she came was turning her on beyond belief now. “Well here we are finally, I thought you said it was a short walk.” Said Jeff. “Oh its only been about ten minutes” Sarah looked around and noticed that there was no one at the park, “What time is it Jeff?” asked Sarah. “It’s about eleven thirty, why?” He asked. “I was just wondering why no one was here.” She said. “I have no idea, but what difference does that make?” He asked. “No difference, I guess” She answered, “Anyway lets walk, down to the soccer field and back.”

She said. “Ok, it doesn’t matter to me one way or the other.” He said. As they walked down to the soccer field, Sarah got more and more turned on until they were right in the center of it and she couldn’t contain herself anymore. She stopped him for just a moment, “I love this spot.” She said “Yeah it is ni–” before he could finish his sentence she was pressed up against him kissing him madly. Without so much as a word he started to kiss Kurtköy Escort her back, his hands ran all over her body starting at her back, and sliding them down to her ass, he slid his hands over her ass, then back up her dress, feeling that she didn’t have panties on, he knew she planned it so he went with it.

While kissing Sarah, Jeff slid one finger across her pussy and up to her clit, he massaged that for a minute or two, he really didn’t have to do much since her pussy was already soaked, Jeff lifted her skirt up to her waist exposing her shaved pussy, he kneeled down and slid his tongue over her pussy lips, already his face was getting covered in pussy juice. Jeff ran his tongue from the very base of her pussy all the way up to over her clit, sometimes fast and sometimes slow, until Sarah was moaning out loud with pleasure. Jeff continued to do it, until he felt Sarah’s body tighten, and he knew she was going to have an orgasm, so he stopped for a second, teasing her, just to prolong it that much more, then he buried his face into her pussy again, and she exploded, the cum ran down her legs and onto his face and he continued to lick her pussy, while she stood there and shook . “Oh god I want you so bad” She moaned, and with that she took off her dress exposing her beautiful body to him and layed the dress down, then she moved closer again and put her hands on his cock. She undid his belt, then the button and then the zipper, and then she kneeled down in front of him and took his pants down with her. He looked down at her just as she was about to take his cock into her mouth, he watched her as she sucked his dick, This he felt really good about because she rarely gave blowjobs, Jeff rested his hand on the back of her head and made her go faster, “Yeah that feels good baby, Don’t stop.”

Sarah continued to suck when all the sudden she stopped and looked up at him and said “Jeff, I want you to fuck me right now” She layed back opening her legs, and he came down on top of her and immediately put his 7″ dick inside of her wet, tight pussy. Jeff started slow and he watched Sarah the whole time, moaning with pleasure, “Harder Jeff, I want to be fucked, I already came, so just fuck me.” She told him. With that he turned her over and got her on her hands and knees, he pushed his dick inside of her and didn’t waste any time, he just started ramming her hard. Sarah was moaning and trying to keep it down by putting her face down on her dress, but it still wasn’t quiet, she started to feel like she was going to cum again also. He pumped her pussy hard, he could feel his balls slap up against her pussy, and he could see her tits, bouncing back and forth. “Is this what you want?” He asked her. “Oh god yes, you feel so good.” Then she let out a moan that sounded almost like a scream and her pussy tightened again, and Jeff went faster and harder into her, “I’m going to cum!” she moaned out and with that she exploded again, her pussy got amazingly slippery now, and Jeff knew that he couldn’t hold it in much longer. As he rammed her pussy, he said, “Where do you want me to cum?”

“I don’t care you feel so good, just not in me.” And with that he had to pull out right then and he started to cum all over on the small of her back. Sarah loved it because she could feel his hot cum all over her; it was on the small of her back and a little bit ran down to her ass too. Jeff moaned with pleasure as he shot his load all over her, “oh god, Sarah that felt so good.”

Without saying a word Sarah got up and put her dress on and then gave Jeff a kiss, “I’ve had a fantasy about you, and this soccer field for a long time.”

“Really?” Jeff said. “Yes” and she grabbed Maltepe Escort close to him and gave him another kiss. “And you know what, you can do that to me anytime.” She smiled, “Lets get back to my house before my dad gets home” She said. “Ok, why do you have curfew?”

“No, I want you to fuck me again”

“Shit that sounds good to me”

“Good, me too.” She said and she grabbed his cock right then and gave him another kiss. “Come on”.

When they finally got back to her house, they could hardly contain themselves, Sarah immediately went to check to see if her dad was home yet, then she ran upstairs where Jeff was waiting on the bed for her. As soon as she walked in she raised her dress up and threw it on the floor, then she jumped on the bed and opened his pants up and pulled them down. “I want you so bad, your cock feels so good inside of me.” Sarah said as she climbed on top of him and pushed his rock hard dick inside of her soaking pussy. When she felt it slide inside of her she started to moan, it felt so good sliding all the way inside of her. Jeff looked up and watched as Sarah rode his cock, he watched her tits bouncing up and down, and he would reach up and grab them and massage her nipples and then give them a little pinch. Then Jeff ran his hands down Sarah’s body and put a finger on her clit, and he started to rub it. Sarah moaned even louder now, Jeff knew what was coming, then she reached down and grabbed his chest as tight as she could, and she tightened up tighter then she had before, and the whole time she rode, hard, on Jeff’s cock.

“I’m cumming, oh yes, ” She moaned and Jeff could feel his legs getting wet from Sarah’s cum that was all over the place now. She rode more after she came and settled back down, and she got off, “Oh my god, my pussy is so sore.” She said. “Don’t worry, I didn’t forget about you” she smiled looking up at Jeff, and then she moved her head down right over his cock. She ran her tongue up the side of his dick, “Is this what you want?” Jeff just looked down and shook his head yes. “I didn’t think that it would be a problem.” She licked some more up and down, and then ran her tongue over the top of his cock, and took it in her mouth, when she did this Jeff let out a sigh of pleasure, it felt so good to have Sarah’s warm, wet mouth going up and down on his cock. Sarah bobbed her head up and down, sometimes fast and sometimes very slow, either way it brought Jeff to being ready to cum in minutes. Jeff put his hand on the back of Sarah’s head “I’m gonna cum” he said to her, she moaned a little and kept bobbing her head on his c, He He felt his balls raise up and his leg muscles tighten, then he shot his load into her mouth, Sarah kept bobbing up and down, so she could get every last drop of cum, out of his dick. Jeff moaned and Sarah sucked until his cock was totally dry except the spit, from Sarah’s mouth, Sarah sat up and looked at Jeff, “Did you like that?” She asked. “Yes, it felt so good.” He smiled at her, “Good, I don’t usually give blowjobs, but I did that special for you.”

Sarah smiled and then said, “We should probably get dressed, in case my dad comes home.”

“Good idea.” Jeff answered. No sooner then they got their clothes back on, Sarah heard the garage door open, “Shit, that’s my dad, lets just say we were watching TV. And that your going now”

“Ok, that works for me.” Jeff said smiling, and with that Sarah gave Jeff a kiss and started to walk him downstairs. “Hi Sarah, how are you?” Asked Sarah’s dad. “Good, Ill be there in just a minute i’m going to let Jeff out” She said. “Ok” He answered back.

When they reached the door Jeff opened it and headed out. “Ill call you, tomorrow” said Sarah smiling. “Ok, Ill plan on hearing from you.” He said. “Bye” Said Sarah and with that she closed the door. Jeff jumped into his jeep and started for home the whole time thinking of Sarah, and on his way home he passed the soccer field and just smiled.

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All four were in good humor, the sexual conversation adding to their enjoyment at having visited something that was foreign to Lynwood, a shopping center, and looking forward to the evening tour. That good humor, however, began to wear thin as 8:00 approached and Judy and Angela still had not arrived. Eight o’clock arrived and, several minutes later, so did the shuttle — but no girls. After ?ve more minutes, the driver was forced to leave, having a schedule to meet and other passengers who had appointments. Then, ?nally, at 8:15, the girls came running up, Angela panting harshly from hurrying, Judy with tears ?ooding freely down her cheeks. “Oh, we’re so sorry! We were in Nordstrom’s and made the wrong turn and ended up at Penny’s! We’ve been all over the place! Did we miss the shuttle?”

They received a frosty reception, the others having carefully arranged to get to the proper entrance on schedule, the good humor of earlier lost through their latest mishap. The immediate problem, of course, was getting back to the hotel. A call to the concierge, who seemed to work very long hours, led, ultimately, to their being picked up by another hotel’s van and dropped off — ten minutes after the night tour left! If Judy and Angela felt chilly before, they were quick-frozen now! Oddly enough, the most forgiving one was Linda, herself. She felt very sorry for the two girls, knowing how awful they felt, but the other three were adamant in demonstrating their displeasure. It’s one of those peculiarities of most people that transgressions by outsiders

frequently are met with fortitude, and apologies are met with (perhaps grudging) acceptance. On the other hand, very close friends and family ?nd that their failures often are met with condemnation, the person hurt feeling freer to express their anger. This certainly was the case here.

They all went up to the suite and sat around the common room, the air full of tension, the two girls still apologizing, but becoming more truculent themselves at the continual abuse. Despite Linda’s endeavors, the atmosphere became more strained, until, ?nally, Kenny landed a bombshell, saying, “Mrs. Kramer, you said that anyone who was late or not at the right place would be spanked. Well, they certainly were late and they ruined the evening, so it’s up to you to punish them!” Beth and Jenny immediately jumped in, demanding that she do what she threatened. Needless to say, Judy and Angela were appalled at the suggestion, and Linda was at a total loss.

“Come on, kids! You know I was joking! I certainly never meant to spank anybody — you’re all too old for that!”

As she made the last statement, she blushed a bright red, thinking that she, herself, had not been too old, as Kenny well knew. Still, she was stuck. The three insisted that the two should be disciplined and, oddly enough, Judy finally said, “Look, we were wrong and we’ve apologized. However, I agree that Mrs. Kramer set the penalty, and if the only thing that will satisfy you is to have us punished, well, I guess I can stand it. I don’t want this to drag on and spoil the rest of our trip.” Very reluctantly, Angela accepted her concession, and it was agreed that both girls would be spanked by Mrs. Kramer, twenty spanks for each girl. Reluctantly, she agreed to administer the spanking, and headed into her bedroom, anticipating that it would take place there in private.

However, the other three were not going to let them off that easily, suspecting that the “punishment” delivered out of their sight would be minimal, at best. “Do it out here,” demanded Beth. “We want to watch!” Whether her interest was merely nothing more than seeing justice done or, actually, prurient, didn’t matter, for the others agreed.

So, shortly afterwards, Angela was selected to go first, but, as she prepared to lay over Linda’s lap, Beth, the self-selected arbiter of spanking decorum, stopped her, saying, “Come on, Angela, not over your jeans! You wouldn’t feel a thing. We want this on your bare bottom!”

As might be imagined, that demand was nearly too much. Angela, shocked, almost screamed, “You’ve got to be kidding! I’m certainly not going to do that, particularly with Kenny here!”

The argument went back and forth until, ?nally, Judy succumbed, declaring, “Damn it, I think that it’s unfair, but let’s get it over with. Come on, Angela, Kenny was here last night, so what difference does it make if he sees us again.” Then, almost yelling, “Let’s just get it over with!” With that concession, Angela’s resolve gave way, and very reluctantly, she unfastened her jeans and lowered them and her panties around her thighs and lay over Linda’s lap.

It’s amazing how the same act can be fun one time and horrifyingly humiliating another. Angela was almost always the ringleader and troublemaker of the four girls and had led the girls in exposing themselves the previous night, enjoying every minute of the evening. Now, showing the same parts of her anatomy to the same people embarrassed» her almost beyond Maltepe Escort belief. Actually, lying there on her stomach, she was, at the moment, showing no more than she had last night, but she was almost in tears as she lay there. With her feet reaching toward the “audience,” only her naked hips and legs could be seen, not her cunt, but she felt more exposed. Somehow, the position seemed shameful and demeaning, being punished like a little girl in front of her friends. However, she looked nothing like a little girl in that position.

There is almost always something sensual in seeing a woman placed, bare bottomed, in position to be spanked, and this case was no different. Angela was short and slightly plump,

characteristics that caused her upturned behind to look round and full. It was like two ?eshy pillows squeezed together, creating a deep channel between them, a channel that segued into a slit between two prominent cunt lips, both covered with a thick mat of curly, dark hair. The entire bottom was a pleasure to look upon: tight, soft, pink skin covering the ?rm ?esh beneath, just begging to be smoothed and caressed and, maybe, fondled.

Linda had anticipated taking the two girls into the other room and, as the others suspected, do a pro forma spanking, noise but no pain. In addition, she, somehow. had assumed that both girls were just that, girls. Looking down now, it was obvious that this was no adolescent bottom, bony and angular, but, instead, a woman’s curvy ass. In addition, the fact that Angela was a woman was made manifest by that mass of dark pubic hair covering her cunt. Lightly resting her hand on one buttock, she felt a tingle in her own cunt caused by both the visual and tactile stimulation. Like all women in that position, anticipating a spanking, Angela’s ass cheeks and thighs were tightly clamped together, both to hide the secret areas between, and to, perhaps, mitigate the blows to come. Under Linda’s hand, the taut muscles felt like ?rm foam rubber, resilient and springy. A bit embarrassed to see her hand resting where it was, she ?nally, at the urging of the others, began the spanking.

The ?rst blow was more of a slap than a whack, more noise than power, but as the spanking continued, both the noise and the impact became greater. Linda had never actually spanked anyone before, certainly never an adult (or almost adult). Yes, she had, technically, spanked her sons, but only when they were very young, and, then, only a quick smack on their bottoms through their clothes. Consequently, this was a totally new experience for her, and she discovered (without really realizing it, certainly not articulating it in her mind) two things about spanking. First, spanking someone, particularly an attractive woman, is exciting in the sense of having power, of domination, over the “spankee.” In this case, she suddenly found that she actually enjoyed the feel of her hand slapping against the firm, resilient ass before her. As her hand rose up and down and Angela responded by yelping or moaning, she felt a strong urge to hit harder to elicit more reaction. Oddly enough, there was no sadism, no desire to actually hurt Angela, just a desire to continue that feeling of mastery. It started slap….”ouch”…. slap…. “ooh”…. slap, but quickly became slap….”Ouch!….slap….”Oow!….slap…..”Oh, that hurts!”…. slap….”Ooooh!”

As Kenny had learned (again, without realizing it), spanking someone is exciting and that desire to continue, to do it harder, is almost irresistible. He stopped spanking Linda only when, the ?rst time, she rolled off of his lap, and, the other two times, when she completely surrendered. It was not a conscious decision, just the ?nal achievement of complete domination and control. This situation was not, of course, quite the same, the spanking taking place in front of witnesses. The awareness of the others dampened that urge to continue, but, still, Linda was carried away in a similar manner, almost hypnotized by the regularity of her slapping. Fortunately, she was aware of the others counting the strokes ….slap ….”Ouch!… “Sixteen!”…. slap “OW”…. “Seventeen”….slap….”Ooh, that’s enough!”….”Eighteen”…. SLAP…. “OUCH!”….”Nineteen”…. SLAP….”OOOOH”….”TWENTY.” As the count mounted toward twenty, the slaps became harder, the cries more anguished — and then it was ?nished. Linda was actually shocked as she forced herself to stop, shocked at the way she had lost herself in the spanking.

There was, of course, that second thing that Linda discovered, unconsciously, about spanking a woman, particularly one with a bottom like Angela’s. That is that not only does spanking give that delectable feeling of power, but it also is virtually an aphrodisiac. Whether it is the feel of the soft, resilient buttocks, the viewing of normally concealed openings, or just that having power is itself sexually exciting, the person doing the spanking virtually always becomes

physically aroused, regardless of İstanbul Escort the cause of the spanking. If the spanker is a man, he almost inevitably will want to have sex with the woman. If the spanker is a woman spanking another woman, she may still want to have sex with her victim or she may just have a general, unfocused sexual desire that she can’t pinpoint. That was the case with Linda. She was sexually aroused by the spanking but didn’t really recognize the cause, not thinking that another woman, spanked or not, could excite her.

For the observers, the spectacle presented to them by Linda and Angela had different impacts. The three instigators of the spanking were enthralled as it continued, getting vicarious pleasure from watching the action. All three were pleased to see a measure of revenge for their lost evening and were excited by the sensuous display as Angela twisted and turned to avoid the blows. She had quickly given up any effort to keep her bottom tensed and her legs together, and the revelation of her extensive pubic hair was titillating. This, of course, was particularly true for Kenny, being privileged to see Angela’s cunt quite clearly several times. Since he was recording the event with his camera, he would have a permanent record for future edi?cation. Linda would not be the only person exposed when he downloaded the pictures to his computer.

While their reaction was about what might be expected, Judy’s was surprising. While she usually went along with Angela’s “?akiness,” she was, by far, the most conservative and morally upright of the four girls, limiting dates to kisses and rarely, a feel of her breasts through her clothes. The previous evening, she was the only one reluctant to “give Kenny a thrill,” giving in only under considerable peer pressure. The ?rst time she reluctantly lifted her skirt, exposing her pubic hair, she was startled to feel a surge of sexual excitement ?ow through her. Later, when Linda was naked and the girls exposed themselves again for a picture, her skirt was raised highest of all! That night, in bed, she had been shocked at her unexpected reaction, and actually had masturbated as she pictured herself baring her cunt for the picture. When spanking was proposed, however, she never even thought of anything except the humiliation involved, not even worrying about the pain. However, she was absolutely stunned when a bare-bottom spanking was decreed, particularly with witnesses. Thus, when Angela lay over Linda’s lap, it was the embarrassment, not the exposure that dominated her thoughts. That changed abruptly as she saw Angela’s naked bottom, her ass, raised into the air, preparing for the spanking. Somehow, that made it much more real, excruciatingly so, since she knew that she was next! The spanking was bad enough in itself, but worse, she was shocked as she saw Angela’s entire crotch exposed several times, morti?ed that her own cunt probably would be on show very soon unless she, somehow, could manage to keep her legs closed.

As Angela’s spanking ended, she struggled to her feet, standing with some difficulty, with her jeans and panties now down around her ankles. She just stood there, naked below the waist, seemingly lost, giving the others time to inspect both her very red bottom and her dark, curly triangle of hair in front. Suddenly becoming aware of her condition, she turned her back and quickly bent down and pulled up her panties and, then, her jeans. Unfortunately, in bending over like that, she graphically displayed both of those hidden openings, details immortalized as Kenny took her picture. Again, Judy was appalled and planned to remember not to bend over afterwards!

That, of course, was her conscious thought, but her actions seemed to contradict that modest intention. Unlike Angela who was wearing tight jeans, she had on a pair of loose slacks. Loosening the button at the waist and pulling down the zipper, she just let them fall, stepping out of them, leaving them in a heap on the ?oor. She stood there, facing the girls and Kenny, wearing only her panties below the waist. Pausing for a moment, she turned her back on them, calmly slipped the panties off of her hips and down, removing them entirely. Then, without

hesitation, she stretched out over Linda’s knees, keeping her buttocks and thighs tightly clamped together.

Judy was taller and thinner than Angela, so her hips were not as plump and rounded. Instead, they were lean and more muscular, but the skin was equally soft and pink and the curves were de?nitely feminine. The different muscle tone was quickly evident to Linda as she brought her hand down in a resounding slap. She still was in that state of enjoying the feeling of domination, and the ?rst blow was considerably harder than Angela’s beginning. Rather than bouncing and quivering, the mounds of Judy’s ass gave reluctantly, hardly indenting at all, the slap leaving a crimson hand print on the silky skin. It certainly was a different sensation for Linda, no less pleasant, Anadolu Yakası Escort just different. As the hand rose and fell, Judy accepted the blows stoically, making no verbal complaint. Slap…..slap….slap….slap….and she just hung there. Somewhat provoked at this lack of reaction, Linda increased the power of her spanking hand, bringing it down with increased force, ?rst on one ass cheek and then the other. Smack…. smack…..smack…. Finally, Judy’s composure broke and the next smack was followed by a pained “ouch.” More signi?cantly, the tight control she had maintained on her buttocks and thighs gave way as she tried to twist away from the impact.

For Judy, it was a time of crisis. She consciously had been protecting her modesty by squeezing her hips together, but warring against that “proper” behavior was her memory of the pleasure of displaying herself last night. As the spanking became harder, her instinctive moves to evade punishment began to take over, and her thinking stopped. At that point, her subconscious took over and she just reacted, doing what she really wanted to do — relive the pleasures of the previous evening. It was like an out-of-body experience, knowing what she was doing, aware of what she was showing, but having no control over her actions. As Linda continued, the hard smack…was followed, now, by the typical cries and moans….”Ooh, ouch!”….. smack…..”Oooh!” smack….”Ow!” However, while the moaning and wailing continued, the result of Judy’s awareness of pain, her subconscious erotic drive went into action.

By the seventh or eighth smack, her legs began to separate, revealing at ?rst a hint of her cunt, and bit-by-bit, every detail. Her cunt lips were thickly lined with hair like Angela’s, but that hair was light blond, seeming almost transparent, permitting the ?esh to show through. As her legs opened, the cunt lips spread, clearly showing the pink inter-lips, shiny with lubrication. Even the cheeks of her ass separated, revealing the channel between, the pink, puckered anal opening visible. The spreading of her legs was not something she thought of doing — she just did it! She had the weirdest mental condition, almost a form of schizophrenia: one part of her mind concentrated on the physical punishment being in?icted on her bottom, another part was overwhelmed with erotic excitement as she knowingly exhibited her “charms.” Sexual heat surged through her body while another type of heat built up in her ass.

As her display expanded, showing more and more, the atmosphere in the room changed dramatically. With Angela, the air was mostly jocular, counting the blows, speculating on how she was feeling, etc. Now, the room was quiet, the silence punctuated by the smacking noise and Judy’s involuntary responses, but there was no talking. The three other girls had never seen another girl’s cunt (or its neighbor) before, and were fascinated — and shocked — by seeing Judy’s so clearly exposed. Even Angela, so recently the subject of the same spanking and intense scrutiny, couldn’t take her eyes off of this new victim. Kenny, of course, had thoroughly explored Linda’s anatomy, but this was only his second clear view of a cunt. For the girls, each felt an unexpected sexual thrill at seeing such a forbidden sight, and stared intently as the legs continued to spread. For Kenny, his cock was already painfully erect from seeing Angela, but he was completely enthralled by this new erotic spectacle.

For Linda, in the middle of the exciting experience of spanking a second bottom, the sudden revelation of the most secret parts of Judy’s body was a shock. She had, of course, seen most of what Angela had revealed, but this was different. From her position, she was directly above the center of Judy’s ass, and, when the legs began to spread, her eyes automatically followed the cunt lips. She watched with fascination as the lips opened, little-by-little, as the legs spread. She continued the spanking, her hand on cruise control with no conscious direction, hitting the cheeks alternately. The spanking, itself, had already aroused her, the tingles in her own cunt being almost continuous, but this new stimulation sent the temperature between her legs soaring. Her eyes were ?xed on the increasing revelations, but, fortunately, the eyes of the others were also glued to Judy, all concentrating on the same thing.

Smack…..”Oooh”…..Smack…..”Ooooh!” Finally, as the end approached, the others managed to get their thoughts together and start counting down — although whether they had the right number might be questioned! Smack…..”Ooow!”…. “Sixteen”….smack…. “Oooooh!”…. “Seventeen’….smack….”Oooow!”….”Eighteen!”….SMACK….. “OUCH”…..”NINETEEN!” On the extremely hard smack at nineteen, Judy twisted wildly, her outer leg slipping off of Linda’s knee, wedging her legs apart, spreading everything wide open. Even through the pain of the last blow, Judy knew that she had completely exposed herself, and concurrent surges of morti?cation and sexual excitement ran through her mind and body. One part of her mind said “gets your legs closed,” while another said “open wider, let them see everything.” The con?icting instructions left her in the same position as, SMACK…..”Oooooooh, ouch!”…..” TWENTY,” came.

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I walked into the reception without a clue where I was to sit. The wedding had been at a traditional chapel about ten miles from here. However, the bride and groom had opted to take photos between the wedding and reception, giving the guests an hour to kill before the cake and rubber chicken.

The reception hall was in one of the seven banquet rooms at the hotel. I was staying here, so I didn’t have to worry about driving home tonight. Most of the family and friends were here as well.

If it sounds like I might be slightly jaded, I was. My date to the wedding had bailed at the last minute, and I’d been informed by the bride, who had been my college friend, that I would be sitting next to someone named Randy at the singles table. Yes, they actually had a name for the place where they parked the terminally unattached.

I wandered into the room and looked around. I knew that mutual acquaintances would be slim. After college, most of our friends had stayed in the area, but the bride and I had both gone off to other cities. Except for the occasional Facebook posts about our escapades and spouses, we didn’t see many of them these days.

I sighed and looked around the room. I had expected to see more people that I knew. Hell, at this point, I couldn’t even find the bride.

Ok, new plan, make an appearance, put in enough face time to be remembered afterwards, and then scoot back to my hotel room for some ice cream and rom-coms on the hotel cable.

I must have looked lost because a man walked up to me and started talking. “Are you here alone?” he said.

“Not a good idea to try to pick up someone at a wedding,” I pointed out.

Even as the words left my mouth, I was a bit sorry I’d said it. He was somewhat cute. He was about my height, maybe 5’8″ or so. He had dark hair, dark eyes, and what might have been a darker complexion. Hadn’t Marcia mentioned something about some South American relatives? I tried to remember, but the thought was elusive. He had a crooked smile that just begged for a smart assed comment in return.

“I was planning no such thing,” he said with that grin still on his face. “I was just going to show you where the singles table was.”

I groaned. “You wouldn’t be Randy, would you?” I asked with trepidation. I wouldn’t want to actually enjoy the company of the person the bride wanted to fix me up with. That would be too much like conceding that a singles table was a good idea.

“No, I’m Ernesto, but I am a little bit randy when provoked.” He gave me another smile.

I rolled my eyes. “That’s a guy’s name, and the bride said she was going to fix me up with him. I’m studiously avoiding him.”

Ernesto shrugged. “There’s no Randy at the singles table. You might be okay for a while. Hey, your name wouldn’t be Sally would it?”

I shook my head. “No, I’m Maeve. Are you being set up with Sally here?”

His eyes twinkled. “No, I just wanted to know your name. Nice to meet you, Maeve.”

He stopped in front of a large table, where three other people sat. Two of them were women, both youngish and both rather sad looking. The other occupant was an older, overweight man who looked resigned to his place at the table. Ernesto pulled out a chair for me, and then sat down beside me.

“So how do you know the bride?” Ernesto asked.

I went through the entire story of our friendship from high school to college to moving away and starting a job. I was thirsty by the time I finished the story, and Ernesto stopped a waiter for four flutes of champagne. “It’s an open bar, so drink up. Your friend owes you that much, right?”

I laughed. “And more!” I told him a story about a wedding we’d both been invited to two years ago, and how we’d gotten drunk at the singles table. She’d vowed that night to not have one at her own wedding, but here I was.

The buffet started, and I managed to sober up a bit, even with the two flutes of champagne in me. We sat back down at the table and talked Ümraniye Escort more about him. It turned out that he lived in town, worked as an engineer, and had originally been seated at a couples’ table. However, his girlfriend had dumped him about five months ago, more than enough time for him to be switched to this table.

Someone clinked glasses, and all the couples around me starting kissing.

“In my family, all the couples kiss when the glasses clink, not just the bride and groom.” From his expression, he was being serious about it.

It appeared to be true as I saw probably twenty different couples kiss each other. He leaned in, and I gave him a chaste kiss on the mouth. His lips were soft and moist, and the experience of them against my lips stayed with me even after we had moved apart.

I took a sip of champagne to cover the fact that I was flustered. I’d originally only planned to stay long enough to do my face time, but I was having second thoughts now.

The DJ announced that the newlyweds would be going out to the dance floor for their first dance. I scrambled into my purse and brought out my phone. I started to point it to the dance floor, when Ernest laid a hand on my arm. “I wouldn’t waste your bytes on this,” he said.

I looked at him. He had a big grin on his face, and I asked, “Why not? She’s my friend.”

His smile grew more crooked. “I’m not sure that you really know the bride.”

He was right of course. Because at that very moment, a couple started a slow dance, shuffling back and forth across the floor. It was romantic except for the fact that I’d never seen them before. “What? When did you figure it out?”

“One of the stories you told. My cousin would never have done that. She’s dated the same guy since tenth grade.”

I rolled my eyes. This had been the perfect evening for me. I wasn’t even sitting at the right singles table. I started to stand, but Ernesto said, “Wait until the dance is over. Otherwise you’ll be in about 50 photos.”

I sat back down and waited for the song to end. Then I got up and rushed out of the room as fast as I could in heels. The right wedding was the next banquet room down the hall from where I’d been. I was mortified and didn’t even protest when I saw my name on a name card at the singles table here.

I sat down and closed my eyes. This evening couldn’t get much worse. I’d missed the meal and the first dance, but the couple — the couple I knew — was getting ready to cut the cake. I felt a hand on my shoulder and looked up.

Ernesto looked down at me. “What kind of cake is it?”

“Not sure. I just got here,” I replied with an eye roll.

“Me too. I’d hoped to get here earlier but something came up.” He gave me another grin, and this time I grinned back. He held two flutes of champagne in his hand, and he offered me one.

The couple cut the cake, and since it was actually the couple that I knew, I took two pieces. Ernesto had made himself at home at the singles table, and I handed him a piece when I returned.

The music slowed, and the DJ requested that all couples come out to dance. Ernesto stood, rolled up his sleeves and held out a hand to me. “Let’s show them how it’s done.”

We walked out to the floor, while some Taylor Swift song. Couples swayed to the music. Ernesto held me tight in his arms as we moved around the dance floor. His hands were strong and firm, and it felt good to put my head on his shoulder after my embarrassing evening. I brushed up against him, and I could feel his hardness as he pressed his body up against mine.

The song ended, and we stopped where we were on the dance floor. “We could go again or –” Ernesto left the sentence open for my response.

“I think I’d prefer the or,” I said. I grabbed two flutes of champagne from the waiter’s tray and motioned for him to follow me. I walked to the elevator as casually as if I was just going to fetch some make-up from the İstanbul Escort room. Ernesto followed, having grabbed two more glasses of champagne as well as some cake.

The doors slid open, and we entered the elevator car. We were alone when I pushed the button to the 10th floor. The doors closed silently, and Ernesto approached me without speaking. He brought his face close to mine, so near that I could feel his breath on my chin. I looked in his eyes, and then brushed my lips against him.

I was too nervous to do much else so publicly. He flicked his tongue against my lips, and I nearly let him in, but the elevator stopped at my floor.

I took him by the hand and led him to my room. I opened the door and let him come in. He gave me a grin as we both put the cake and champagne on the table. He picked up one glass in a toast, “To two brides with two singles tables, and one meeting.”

I blushed. I’d never been the recipient of a toast, even if it was only the two of us there. I sipped my champagne, set it down, and moved closer to him. He waited until I was close enough to touch, and he took me in his arms.

This time my kiss was less chaste. I pressed my lips firmly against his, and when his tongue poked out of his mouth, I let it in willingly. He found my tongue and they danced together with an anticipation of what was to come.

He put down his glass and wrapped his arm tightly around my waist. I could feel his erection again, firm and hot against my abdomen. My own desire was just as ready, though less visible. I could feel a warmth build up inside of me as we kissed. He allowed one of his arms to let loose of me, and his free hand caressed my face as we continued to kiss.

Here in the privacy of my room I was less restrained. I slid my hand between us and began to unbutton his shirt. He didn’t stop my rapidly moving fingers as they walked down the front of his shirt. As I opened them, I slid my hand inside of his shirt. He had on a t-shirt that I wasn’t sure how to approach.

He solved the issue. Ernesto stood back from me and stripped off his clothes from the waist up. His upper body was ripped. He had firm abs and hairy well-rounded pecs. I was surprised to see a tattoo run down the length of his arm. I didn’t mind it; I just had not expected to see it.

Once undressed, he approached me again for another kiss. This one was more passionate. Our lips locked and tongues grappled. The wet looser nature of it brought out my own passion, and I moaned into his mouth.

He slid a hand around me and tried to remove my dress. He was a bit awkward with it, and I twisted my other arm behind me and opened the clasp. His fingers found the zipper, and the back of the dress opened up. I got goosebumps on my back, but his warm hand melted them quickly.

I brought my shoulders in, so that the dress fell to my waist. Ernesto’s hands ran over my upper body, touching and exploring every inch. His mouth dropped away from mine and slowly traced my jawline with short kisses and tiny nips. His tongue darted behind my ear, and I gasped in pleasure. He smiled at me as he unfastened my bra. Soon I was bare from the waist up, and again he pulled me tight. I could feel the muscles of his chest pressed against me, and I let one of my hands run through the hair across the top of his chest. He kissed me again as we stood there.

His hand found one of my breasts. My nipples were already hard from the cooler air in the room, and he quickly worked one of them into a hard pebble. He lowered his head and licked at it. His tongue ran around the edge of my areola, and then his teeth bit gently on my nipple. He repeated the process on the other side until both nipples stood firm.

I used my own hands to push down the dress to the floor. I stood in front of him wearing just a pair of red lace panties and my high-heels.

“I like the look,” he said. He unzipped his own trousers and let them fall to the floor. Anadolu Yakası Escort He kicked off his shoes and stepped out of the pants. He wore a pair of black boxer briefs. I could see the outline of his own desire through the cotton, and a small wet drop formed near the waistband.

His legs were thick and hairy, and I wondered what they would feel like against my legs. I walked over to him, still wearing my high heels. I put one foot up on the bed, so that he could admire my legs. He watched as I ran my hands up one leg and stopped at my crotch. My little show had aroused me as much as it had him. I could feel my own juices begin to flow and soak into the fabric of my panties.

I turned and sat on the bed. Ernesto approached me slowly, making me want him more. He stood between my legs and looked down at me. I reached up and slid my thumbs under the waistband of his boxer briefs. He smiled as his dick caught on the band and snapped towards his chest as it was freed. He moved a step closer.

I leaned down and took his thick member in my mouth. I ran my tongue around the head, lapping at his juices, which were oozing out of him now. I filled my mouth with him and then slid him almost out. I repeated this several times until he pulled me off of him.

Now he pushed my legs open, and bent down between them. With his teeth, he pulled the panties down past my crotch and stopped once they were about mid-thigh. He used his hands to move them down farther, while he put his face back between my legs. His tongue found my opening and slid inside. He met no resistance now. I was wet and ready for entry. He found my clit and teased it, licking it gently and then more firmly. He changed the speed and the intensity until I thought I was going to lose control. My hands fisted the comforter on the bed as I moaned and writhed. This only encouraged him.

He pulled away from me, and I looked at the juices running down his bottom lip. I was definitely in the mood now. He leaned in and kissed me. He put most of his weight on his elbows, but pressed against my crotch with his own.

The pressure was thrilling to me. I bucked my hips back and forth, feeling my juices slide up and down his dick. The head brushed against my opening twice and each time, I tried to angle myself to allow him in, but he moved.

Now he kissed me again. I could feel his tongue in my mouth as he entered me. I had been ready, because there was no resistance. He slid inside of me, filling me with his thick member. He started slowly, sliding as far in as he could and then pulling almost all the way out. His girth meant that I felt each motion against my clit and the pressure kept me primed. I could feel the heat building up inside of me. My forehead beaded up with sweat as I matched his rhythm. He didn’t speak, but he grunted a few times as I pushed him in as far as he would go. He would pull out again and thrust towards each other. The room was silent except for the grunts and the sounds of our flesh pounding together.

I recognized that I was going to go first. He’d brought me too close to climax before. I couldn’t hold out. I caught my breath and gasped as a wave of warmth ran over me. It took my breath away and flooded my thoughts, so that I could think of nothing else. Again and again it ran over me as he continued his rhythm through my orgasm.

By the time that I could catch my breath, I opened my eyes and saw from his face that he was close. I bucked my hips against his again, and he groaned. I could feel his spasms inside of me as he came.

I kept moving until he was spent and then I just rested until he wanted to move. Our bodies had stuck together where our sweat and juices had mingled. He rolled off and smiled at me as he did.

Neither of us said anything for a while. I wasn’t typically a one-night kind of girl, but I couldn’t think of anything to say that didn’t sound slightly desperate. He rolled over to look at me. “So would you really send me back downstairs to the singles table after this?”

I smiled at him. “I think I could manage to keep you around a while.”

He nodded. “I have a wedding next month to attend, and it would be nice to sit with some other couples.”

I laughed. “It would be.”

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It had been some time since I had written anything. Probably since I took a writing class in college. I don’t know why, but after our anniversary dinner, I was inspired. I took me a few weeks of staying up late on the weekends and typing while my wife was asleep to get it done, but finally, the story of our anniversary escapades was complete! Now the question remained – what to do with it? Should I share it with my wife? What would she think? I had a pretty good idea of what she would think! I suspected she would like the story. She’s gotten very turned on in the past from reading erotic stories, but how would she feel about reading one I had written…about US?! There was only one way to find out.

And this is where the second chapter began…

I love listening to my wife play with herself. The only problem is, the vibrators she likes take batteries, and they don’t last very long. I was looking for something better. I came across a “wand massager” that was perfect. I had to buy it for her. I love buying her things, I just can’t help myself. And of course, buying a new toy to try out is cause for buying new lingerie!

***The Plan***

I had it all worked out. I would leave the story lying on the kitchen island where she would see it with very specific instructions. I just had to find the perfect time to do it. My opportunity came when she had a day off. I got up in the morning and as quietly as I could, I got ready for work. I set the story on the island with instructions to read the entire thing first. The end of the story contained one last instruction…text me if you like it, call me if you don’t. With things set in place, I slipped out the door to work.

***The Meeting***

I had hoped the morning would go by quickly as I had a meeting, but the morning was dragging on. It had only been an hour. My meeting was about to start, it was only 8:30 a.m. Hopefully that would keep my mind occupied and the time would go quicker. I headed to the conference room and took my usual seat. Typically, the seats beside me are filled in by those that are privileged enough to leave early. I could easily check my phone for messages then. As I said, typically! Unfortunately, on this day, two higher ups decided to sit next to me, one on each side…shit!

The meeting drug on. Ataşehir Escort Same old stories, “no update” or “I’m waiting on the consultant”. I checked my phone to make sure I had service. Damn only a half hour passed. I still had an hour and a half left of this boring meeting!

We quickly came to my projects. It was a welcome distraction. Part way though one project, my phone buzzed. “Who the hell is texting me now,” I thought. Shit! Discussing my projects had distracted me! It was her! I quickly pulled my phone out and holding it under the table, flipped it open.

“Come home now! I love you so much!” the text read.

Good, she liked the story! I quickly texted her back with one of the pre-written messages I had stored in the phone… “Go get showered and when you are done, there is something special for you in the second drawer of the stand by the sink. Put it ALL on and send me a pic.” And with that, the waiting game began…again…

My mind raced the rest of the meeting. Minutes felt like hours. I was concentrating more on my phone in my pocket than the rest of the meeting. I’d periodically pull my phone out to check the time…and to make sure I had reception. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, the meeting ended and I headed back to my desk. I had no more than sat down when I heard someone behind me. It was my boss with a trainee. I quickly came up with an excuse about needing to go to the bank soon to take care of an issue with my account. I was hoping I would receive my next text soon or else my excuse was going to be shot to hell. As if on cue, my phone went off. I quickly opened and saw it was a picture message. “That’s my wife. She wants to know if I went to the bank yet. I suppose, I should get going,” I said. And with that, I was left to open the picture alone…Damn she looked good! “I’ll be back,” I yelled over the wall as I headed out of the office.

***Home at Last***

“Damn you look good. I’m on my way,” I texted back. “Hurry” was the reply. I walked as quickly down the street to my vehicle as possible. As I turned the corner to get out of town I heard a sound that made me cringe. All I could think was why now?! I sat at the traffic light as the train rolled through town…damn it, all I want to do is get home. It Kadıköy Escort was the longest train I had seen in months too.

Finally, the train passed and I was on my way. Two traffic lights and I would be home free…damn, red! I sat there anxiously waiting for the light to turn. I had to keep telling myself to calm down, she wasn’t going anywhere.

I tried not to break any speed limits going home, the cops had been patrolling lately and I didn’t need another delay.

Finally, home at last! I couldn’t get out of my vehicle and upstairs fast enough. I was trying to untie my shoes and take my coat off as I walked in. They fell to the floor as I reached the top of the steps. I headed for the bedroom where I found my beautiful wife waiting for me. We kissed passionately and she told me how turned on she was from reading the story I left her. I reached for her pussy, it was literally dripping. Her excitement had me rock hard. As much as I wanted to take there then and there, I had other plans. First off, I wanted to enjoy the view. I took it all in. She looked so good in the lace teddy and matching stockings I bought her. I couldn’t resist getting a picture. We kissed again as I laid her back on the bed. “I have another surprise for you,” I told her. “Don’t be scared!” I disappeared into the office to retrieve her new toy.

I quickly got rid of the rest of my clothes and hopped into bed. I fumbled with the plug on the “massager” for a few minutes, but eventually got it plugged in. Now the best part was about to begin. My wife got comfortable before she got to work pleasuring herself. I had read some things online about the massager and from what I saw that day, they were true! She was cumming in a matter of minutes and I was in heaven watching. I don’t know how many times she came, but it was a lot. And the amount of cum leaking out of that tight pussy was amazing! I couldn’t wait to clean it up! She stopped briefly to let me do one of my favorite things. She tasted so sweet, I couldn’t get enough. But she had other plans. She nudged me out of the way and went back to making herself cum.

I couldn’t take it anymore. I needed to be in her. I needed to feel that pussy squeezing my cock as she came. “Baby, let me stick it in you pussy.” She simply nodded and Bostancı Escort slid over closer to me. I positioned my cock at the entrance of her pussy and slowly eased it in. Damn! Her pussy was so tight and wet, swollen with excitement. It felt so good on my cock. I couldn’t wait to feel her cumming on me…I didn’t have to wait long! In a matter of seconds, she was screaming in ecstasy and her pussy was squeezing my cock for all it could. I fought the urge to cum as best I could, but a small jet of sperm shot out into her pussy. I quickly pulled my cock out before I went any further over the edge. I laid there and listened to her cum some more while I calmed down.

When I finally got things under control again, I moved over and buried my cock in her sweet pussy. She continued to cum on my cock over and over again. I could feel here pussy squeezing, almost milking my cock, trying to make me cum. I would feel the vibrations from the massager on my cock, it was getting to be too much. I need to fuck her.

“Baby, let me fuck you from behind.”

“Wait.”

“Baby, I need to cum. I don’t know how much longer I can wait”

With some reluctance, she got on all fours. I got behind her and sunk my cock deep into her sweet, sweet pussy. It felt so good; I thought I was going to lose it. Without warning, she reached back and started caressing my balls. Fuck! What was she doing! I didn’t want to cum yet!

“Baby, stop! Play with your pussy first. Make yourself cum like this.”

The massager started again. Within a matter of seconds, she was again covering my cock with her cum. I couldn’t take it. I started to slowly slide my cock in and out of that tight pussy.

“Fuck me harder!” she cried. I was more than willing to oblige. I grabbed her and started fucking her like a jackhammer. I was getting ever closer to the point of no return. As good as it felt, I had to stop. I slowed the pace and enjoyed the feeling of her tightness and the view of my cock sliding in and out of her pussy.

“Cum for me baby,” she said as she once again reached back and started caressing my balls. It was too much. I tensed as my balls tightened and my cock started to spasm as I shot the biggest load of cum I’ve ever produced deep into her. I feeling was so intense, I thought I was going to pass out. I slowly pulled my still hard cock out of her now overflowing pussy and we collapsed next to each other on the bed. We lay there for a moment basking in the afterglow. Then it suddenly hit me. Fuck…I needed to get back to work!…

To be continued…

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If there was one thing I was enjoying about this night it was that I looked better than all the other bitches here. Which is ironic, considering that in high school I was considered the ‘ugly duckling’. I was the one that no boy wanted to date. The loner, the one with no friends, take your pick. Now, however, I was the one with the rocking hot body. The only one who didn’t gain fifty something pounds of baby weight, and probably the only one who wasn’t in some dead end marriage destined to fail in five years. Oh. I was also ‘that bitch’. But years of criticism build a person up for that, no?

Maybe I should have started with this: My name is Brenna Hewatt. I’m a thirty-something year old woman and I’m a dietician. The confidence is mostly fake and alcohol related, but for the moment it’s serving its purpose. Niceties were driving me up the wall and I’d come to learn that class reunions weren’t worth the hassle. As I said, the only thing I’d established was that I had the best body here. The body was something I’d worked hard for. I was allowed to be proud of it. In high school I had been very overweight. In my line of work right now I worked mostly with the overweight population, trying to help them as I’d helped myself. Seeing the transformations everyday really did serve a purpose in my life. Hard work, exercise, and eating well does pay off, folks.

Anyways, I was trying to stay out of the way. I had nothing to say to most of these people. Seeing my old crushes again really did nothing for my self-esteem. Especially since none of them even recognized me. Maybe it was because I was no longer ‘Big Brenna’. I cringed. Nothing was worse than that memory. My high school best friend, Abbie, was running late. I was just waiting on her to get here so I could finally have some fun. The two of us knew how to tear shit up. Maybe there would even be a chance to get laid? Or were all of the semi attractive ones taken? That was the real question.

“Oh my god! Big Brenna is that you?!” That squeaky voice still got on my nerves fifteen years later.

“It’s just Brenna.” I snapped. I looked the little blonde in the face. God, she hadn’t changed one bit. Kayla Madden, your typical head cheerleader. Tiny, busty, and seemingly perfect, glowing skin. Again, she hadn’t changed one damn bit.

“You look fantastic!” She chirped.

“Thanks. So do you, I guess.” This elicited a huge smile out of her.

“Thanks! So what’s your secret? How’d you lose all that weight?” The thick Southern accent made me glad I’d moved out of Georgia. She was the typical Southern Belle. All prim and proper, and a secret slut.

“How does anyone lose weight, Kayla?” I said dryly. I ran my hand down my body to smooth out my dress. It was riding up my legs, and Kayla was the last person in the room I wanted to flash.

“Well some people…” She let the sentence trail off and pretended to gag herself. I rolled my eyes.

“Yeah well, I actually worked for it.” For fucks sake, who did she think I was? “Now if you’ll excuse me…” I caught sight of Abbie walking through the door. My god, it was good to see her. I walked away from Kayla to meet Abbie across the room.

“Abbs!” I smiled and opened my arms. She ran up to me and embraced me. It was truly the best part about coming home. I hadn’t seen Abbie in almost a year, and she was the one lasting friendship I had. The only person who had stuck with me through the wildness that was my twenties and still managed to put up with me. This girl was like my sister and I’d do anything for her.

“My god, Bren, it’s been so long!” She pulled out of the hug and looked me over. “Now let’s tear this shit up!”

“I hope you mean the bar… because there is absolutely no ass to tear up here.” I laughed. It was an inside joke between us.

“Oh come on. Don’t tell me that Carter hasn’t shown up yet.” She teased. I gripped the glass in my hand a little tighter. Carter Ellis. Yes, he was one of the great men I met in high school (maybe I should say the best looking). Baseball player, looked fantastic in pants, and one of the few guys who hadn’t been a complete asshole to me.

“I haven’t seen him.” I said. Truth be told, I had forgot about him.

“I’m sure he’ll show soon. It’s not too late.” She put her hand on my shoulder and led me toward the bar.

“He’s probably taken.”

“One step at a time, hon. First let’s get that tequila sunrise and touch up your makeup. You look a little rough, babe.” She laughed. All I could do was smile. I’d been drinking enough; I was surprised that I wasn’t sporting ‘drunk face’ yet.

“Real fucking funny.” I laughed with her. The first stop was the bathroom. When I caught a look of myself in the mirror, I realized that she was right. My perfectly applied makeup had started to melt off in the sweltering heat. However, the perfectly constructed curl in my hair had held up. The golden brown curls fell around my face softly, framing my face. My lips popped with a bright red lipstick. It Maltepe Escort was a nice contrast to the infamous little black dress I was wearing. My objective tonight was to get with Carter. It had been a goal of mine since high school. I wanted to catch his attention. So I fixed my makeup, and crossed my fingers that he would be outside when we returned back to the ‘party’. “Abbs?”

“Yes love?”

“What if he doesn’t show up?” I felt like the insecure eighteen-year-old version of myself.

“He will. I have on good authority that he’s coming tonight.”

The last time I’d had any contact with Carter, it had almost ended in what I wanted. I remembered it well, he had come up to New York with Abbie and the only thing that had stopped it from happening was his girlfriend. The thing is this- Carter and I had always had a thing for each other. We hadn’t done anything about it in high school for obvious reasons. The star of the baseball team couldn’t date at the bottom of the social food chain. So we had settled for a flirtationship for all these years. Now it was the time where we remembered a pact we’d made at sixteen. If we were single, we’d give ‘us’ a shot at our first class reunion. This happened to be that reunion. Fifteen years later, I might have a chance with this man.

“Christ I’m so nervous. What if he’s still with her?”

“Then it’s something you’ll have to accept, Bren.”

Her words were simple and true enough, but they sent little anxiety butterflies through my body. Those anxiety butterflies made me feel a little sick, but I couldn’t give myself puke breath. I leaned up against the bathroom counter for a minute. Deep breaths, Brenna, deep breaths. It would be okay. It would be okay. No matter what the outcome of this was, it was going to be okay. Not being with Carter would be a good thing, right? You’d have to move back to Georgia, you know he wouldn’t move to New York. But would Georgia be such a bad compromise for someone you’ve held so dear for so long? I shook the thoughts out of my head. Odds were that he was taken. Who wouldn’t want to snag him up and keep him for themselves? A crazy woman, that’s who.

“Let’s get out of this damn bathroom.” I said. I did a quick double check in the mirror and walked out behind Abbie. One deep breath, and I exited the bathroom with a new kind of faux confidence.

And wouldn’t ya know. Carter had shown up. He was standing in front of me with this trademark giant grin of his. Now Abbie’s phone made sense. He was the ‘good authority’ she spoke of. I instantly melted. Even after all these years Carter still had the ability to turn my insides into mush. Everyone in our school had known about my crush on him. It was a surprise that he even talked to me after all that was said. But here he was, with that brilliant white smile of his, waiting on me.

“Damn girl!” He remarked. I smiled up at him. I hoped my teeth were as white as his. Oh the teenager in me was coming out tonight.

“Damn to yourself, Ellis.” And damn was definitely an accurate statement. He was still as athletic fifteen years after high school as he was in high school. Which naturally meant that he was probably still smaller than me. He stepped forward and pulled me into a tight hug. The scent of his cologne made its way to my nose, and it was as good as ever. I wrapped my arms around him and let myself enjoy this. Arms so strong and that felt so right… I couldn’t remember the last time a single set of arms felt this good. “How have you been?”

“I’ve been okay. How about you?” We were now beating around the bush. He was holding something back, I knew he was.

“Still a workaholic.” I laughed. “No social life outside of the crazy hospital rotations. Not sure why I decided to get an MD and go into this subfield.”

“I’m proud of you, though.” He said sincerely. He was still holding on to me a little too tight.

“What about you? You still working in the same place?”

“Still trying to provide for my family. Just had another little boy a year ago.” That made my heart sink. When Carter got divorced the first time, it had almost killed him. His ex put him through hell to get visitation to his kid. I couldn’t imagine that he had left a second baby mama.

“Congratulations! How come you didn’t tell me?” I know the disappointment was obvious in my voice.

“I didn’t want to hurt you, Bren.” He said softly. “I know I can’t keep it from you now.”

“Are you at least happy with her?” I laid my head against his chest. So this was going to be a bust.

“No.” He said. “She left me and the baby right after he was born. For now it’s just me and my babies. But Bren, I don’t want anything serious right now. Too much has happened, and my kids have been through enough.”

“I understand that.” I said quietly. Disappointment welled up inside me. This hug was enough to satisfy some of my loneliness, but only for a moment. I let my hand fall down his side and rest on his hip. “Maybe we should…”

“Maybe Ümraniye Escort we should what? I like this right here.” He held my hand tight to his waist. “Bren, I don’t want anything serious. I do want you.”

His words kind of stung. Was that all I was to him? A cheap one night stand? A way to get rid of the pain of his baby mama abandoning him? I ripped my hand out of his and pulled away from him. I was offended.

“I’m not a pleasure device, Carter.” As quick as I pulled away from him, Carter grabbed my hand and pulled me back into him.

“I know you’re not. I don’t expect you to be. But I’d be an idiot to let you just walk away. Brenna, you’ve always been here for me. Through everything.”

“And now you’re just saying what you know I want to hear.” And sadly, it was working. This man was going to get in my pants tonight, and it’d be in the hotel room I’d booked upstairs.

“No, I’m telling you the truth.” He pulled me back against him and then laid his chin on top of my head. Even when I was in heels he was taller than me. Good god, he was good. “I’m not trying to use you. You know I’d never do that to you.”

“I don’t know, Carter.” I let myself rest against him again. The music in the background was appropriate for the contact, so I just rolled with it. His hand inched up my back and started to play with the strings that kept my dress together at the top. My breath started to come quicker.

“You do know.” Dammit. He was going to play me and I was going to let him. I wanted him to. He lowered his head and pressed his cheek to mine. “Brenna, I want you. I want you badly.” And that comment went straight to my vagina.

“Fuck you, Ellis. You know I have a room upstairs. Lets go.” I pulled myself out of his arms and took him by the hand. A wide smile spread across my face. Carter knew how to one up these encounters, didn’t he?

We’ll just skip the elevator ride. He held out all the way up to the room. There was a kiss fifteen years in the making coming on, and I just wanted to know if it was going to be as amazing as I’d imagined it to be. As soon as we got into the room, a small and cramped little space, Carter had me pressed up against the wall. His hands held me firmly at the waist. I grabbed his biceps and let him take the lead. There was only so much I could handle and right now Carter was exuding that special male sexuality that got my own hormones raging. He just oozed sex. Every single pore on his body oozed sex and it was… it was sexy. The heat in his green eyes when he looked at me. If I could capture that look and recreate it every time… I’m not sure what kind of higher function I would have left in my body, it was doing crazy things to me.

“Fuck it Carter, just kiss me already!” I said desperately. Patience was not my virtue. He leaned towards me, stopped just shy of my lips, and smiled.

“It’s not going to be that easy, hon.” He said softly. I closed my eyes and moaned. Fuck, he was a teaser. I took a step closer to him and put my hand on his stomach. That so, so toned stomach. “I know you want it.”

“Yes, yes I do.” I said. The breath was beginning to leave my body. He definitely knew what he was doing in this department. Every move he made was calculated. My body was so hyper aware of his. He leaned closer to me, close enough that his lips were grazing mine. I took the opportunity to grab the back of his head and pull him against me closer. His lips came crashing down over mine and it was like I was lost in him. My mind was instantly taken to places it had never been before, places of uncharted pleasure. It was so, so right. Carter’s lips against mine were so, so right. In an instant, Carter had me flush against him and he was working at untying my dress. I could feel his erection straining against his pants, fighting to be free of the fabric. I wanted to take my time with that. I felt when Carter got my dress loose. It fell to my ankles and my scant underclothing was visible. Tiny black thong and lacy black bra. I had come prepared.

Carter’s breath caught in his throat and he pulled back to look in me. He growled low in his throat and I took the opportunity to turn him around and press him up against the wall. Now his shirt was coming off. He all too happily obliged to it. When I finally had the offending object off his body, I could admire what a work of art he was. Perfectly sculpted abs. That V that most men can’t achieve? Well, Carter had it times ten. I started to kiss him at his neck and worked my way to his shoulders. I made sure to keep some kind of eye contact, which was a little hard because his head was leaned back against the wall. His hands came to rest on my shoulders, and his breathing was a little hard. It made me wonder what was to come. As I reached the top of his pants, he stopped me and pulled me back up.

“You can’t have all the fun!” He said lazily.

“Shut the fuck up and enjoy yourself, Ellis.” I said with a smile. He laughed.

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I worked my hands down his abs and tugged at his pants. I wanted to free his erection and give him a little taste of what I could do. I very carefully unzipped them, and let him loose. Good god, all I wanted was to have him in my mouth. Slowly, I worked my hand down his body and grabbed him. He jumped a little and moved his hips to meet me. My mouth followed. He moaned. The sound was so, so amazing. Slowly, I worked the length of him into my mouth. I wanted to immediately show off my ‘mad deep throating skills’, as they’d been called, but I found it was more fun to tease a little first. I bobbed my head in tune to his breathing, which was fast. He was watching me intently.

“Oh my god.” He moaned. His knees were starting to buckle. I moaned against him. The feel of him in my mouth was truly amazing. I reached down to play with the boys. “FUCK!” he shouted. And then I had him. His hand snaked into my hair and he yanked me up. Now THAT turned me on. Nothing was sexier to me than a man who liked to play it rough.

“Do you like it rough?” I just looked at him. “I’m talking to you!”

“Yes.” A firm hand came down and slapped my ass.

“I can’t hear you.” His face was centimeters from mine now.

“I said yes!” This time I said it a little louder than a whisper, and his lips were covering mine once again. He backed me up until we got to the bed and he pushed me down. He tugged at my panties until he had torn them, literally tore them, off me. His fingers teased me, and I arched my back to meet him. He finally touched my clit, which sent little shockwaves of pleasure through me.

“I bet you want my fingers in you, don’t you?” I grunted in response. Of fucking course I did. I was practically begging for it. “I can’t hear you!”

“Yes, dammit, yes!” I moaned. His fingers were still torturing me, I could do little more than squeak my responses. “Just fuck me already!”

“You’re gonna have to wait for that, my love.” He said seductively. His fingers made a harsh entrance into me, and it tore a scream from me. Holy shit he was good. “You like that?”

“Fuck yes.” I moaned. “Please don’t stop.”

He moved his fingers in and out of me as fast as he possibly could. He had me on the verge of an overwhelming orgasm. I wasn’t ready for that yet. Or was he going to make this a multiple orgasm, you’re going to be completely useless and sore for the next week or so, kinda night? Pleasure arced through my body as his mouth took residence where his fingers were. His tongue danced around my clit as he kissed me there the same way as he was kissing my mouth earlier. The feeling was exquisite.

“Ohgodohgodohgodohgod.” I felt myself about to tip over that ledge when he stopped. “What the fuck?!”

“Hold still.” He poised himself on top of me and pushed inside me. I don’t even think words could accurately describe that feeling. Every inch of him fit perfectly inside me. I watched as his eyes widened when he pushed himself fully inside. I moved my hips forward to meet him in the middle, and the pleasure flowed through every inch of my body. A low moan rumbled out of both our mouths and Carter started moving faster inside me.

“Holy fuck I don’t know how long I can do this, Bren.” His words came out fast and choppy.

“Do you like it, sir?” He grabbed my wrists and kept me pinned against the bed.

“Yes, ma’am.” He moaned.

It truly felt like he was trying to move a path from my vagina to my belly button with his dick. He knew just how rough to give it. It wasn’t long until I felt him moving a little more erratic than he had been. He had this precarious pressure still built up inside me, I could feel myself about to come, and I saw his imminent orgasm written across his face. And by god, did I want to make it happen. He let go of one of my wrists and started to play with my clit as he thrust into me. My eyes rolled back into my head as the orgasm started to take hold. It was like a damn eighteen wheeler slammed into me as he thrust himself inside me that last time. A scream tore from my throat and I raked my nails down his back with my free hand. I was thoroughly spent and I just wanted more of him.

Carter pulled out of me and I reached up to help him finish. I slid my hands up and down that smooth, smooth skin and brought my mouth to the head of his cock. He pushed himself down into my throat and held me there as he came hot and thick into my mouth. I held him by his hips and kept him inside my mouth for a moment. He pulled me off a second later and brought his mouth down to mine. His kisses were once again hot and heavy, and everything, well almost everything, that I thought they would be.

“Dammit, Carter. Why have you held out on me this long?” I asked with a laugh.

“Honestly, love I couldn’t tell you.” He said and laid down beside me. He pulled me down onto him. I nestled my head on his chest and let his heartbeat soothe me.

“Are you going to stay here tonight or do you have to go home?”

“I have a babysitter until morning.” He pulled me closer. “I don’t feel like going anywhere tonight. I just want to be here with you for a while.” I smiled into his chest.

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The Road to Darker Desires

At some point in every relationship, things tend to get a little stale. There are a lot of reasons that the initial fireworks can start to fizzle, and it should not be a cause for alarm but rather an opportunity to re-ignite. Tom and Donna had been seeing each other for the last year and a half. The both loved each other immensely and genuinely liked being around each other. The problem was that their sex life had started to decline over the last few months.

They still had passion for each other and enjoyed the private moments they had, but it seemed to become harder and harder to find time to be together intimately. And, when they were intimate it started to seem automatic and mundane. And it seemed like they were out of sync. Occasionally, one of them would be full of passion and desire while the other seemed to look at sex as more of a routine chore.

Of course, the stresses of jobs and homes and kids did not help matter any. Hell, just finding time to be alone was tricky, and when it happened they were expected to be fueled up and ready to go at a moment’s notice. So. While mostly satisfying and pleasurable, sex had become more of a stress relief mechanism rather than an act of love.

This all became abundantly clear to both Tom and Donna on one fateful November night. Both had had to work late and returned home after 7 pm, exhausted and frustrated. As Donna entered the house, she was met by the screams of Tom and her daughter Chelsea. Apparently something to do with her not leaving the house looking like a tramp and some choice words accentuating that since he was not her father, Tom could shove various items up his ass. After the day she had at work, this was the last thing she needed.

Donna and Tom were both previously divorced and each had kids from their previous marriage. Chelsea was Donna’s daughter and lived with both Tom and Donna. She didn’t seem to dislike Tom, but steadfastly refused any attempts at discipline or advice from Tom. Tensions between the two had been escalating lately, and that caused tension between Tom and Donna to escalate a bit as well.

All she wanted was a bath and a glass of wine. Who was she kidding, she needed the whole bottle. But, she knew she would have to deal with this latest drama first and headed into the kitchen to diffuse the situation.

After a long 15 minutes, the situation was under control. Or, at least, everyone retreated to different rooms and the yelling stopped. Realizing that things were not likely to get any better or worse for the moment, Donna grabbed a bottle of white wine and headed upstairs.

“Fuck it all,” she muttered to herself as she disrobed bits of clothing throughout the house on her way to the bath. She had gotten down to her underwear and closed the door behind her as she opened the bottle and started the bathwater. After a long gulp, she dimmed the lights, set some relaxing music to play on her phone and slipped out of her remaining clothes as she slipped into the warm bath.

Donna felt most of the days stress begin to melt away in the warm water. She sipped at her wine and let her mind settle into nothingness. She still had one thing gnawing at the back of her mind. She couldn’t quite place what it was, but it was preventing her from sliding into the zen-like trance she was hoping for. She put her job out of her mind and had forgotten about Tom and Chelsea for the moment. Try as she might, she just couldn’t get to 100% relaxation.

She shifted in the tub to reach for the tap to refill the bath with more hot water. As she leaned forward, she realized what was wrong. As her body leaned forward, her erect nipples brushed against her thighs and caused a little pleasant shock to pulse through her body.

“Damn, I didn’t expect that,” she whispered.

Donna and Tom had not had sex for a few weeks. Possibly even a couple of months. Things had been so hectic that they just couldn’t find the time. Donna had been so busy and so focused that she didn’t even realize that she was horny. She let her fingers venture into the water, down between her thighs. She ran her fingers down through the soft hair until she reached the tiny bump of her clit. When her finger made contact, she felt a jolt. As she pressed on further, through the lips to her opening, she realized she was wet down there. Not just water wetness, but the slick lubrication of her arousal was definitely present.

“Oooh, that’s nice,” she said as her fingers explored familiar yet neglected territory.

Donna continued to pleasure herself, exploring the area between her thighs until her movements became more frantic and desperate. She had two fingers buried deep inside herself and was pinching her left nipple hard when the door suddenly opened, bringing in the light from the hallway and the surprised gasp from Tom.

“What the fuck? What are you doing in here?”

Donna jumped in alarm and curled in a ball to shield her naked body and her actions. Her fingers were still nestled deep inside her pussy Göztepe Escort when she said, “God, can’t a girl have any privacy?”

“Are you playing with yourself? No wonder we don’t have sex, you are spending your time in here taking care of yourself that you don’t need me,” Tom said with a little indignation.

“Fuck you, and you know that’s not true,” she responded.

“The problem is you won’t fuck me because you’re in here fucking yourself.”

“Oh Shut up,” she replied.

“Make me!”

Donna sat there in the tub, silent and still crouched over. Surprisingly this heated conversation was causing her pussy to throb. She could feel the walls of her pussy clenching around the fingers still inside her. The feeling was very pleasant and it gave her an idea.

“Come over here.”

“What? What for?”

“Just shut up and get over here!”

Tom sheepishly stepped into the bathroom.

“Close the fucking door!” he heard her say.

Tom was confused and a little aggravated, but obeyed. When he got to the tub, Donna reached for his belt and began undoing it.

“What are you doing?” he said anxiously.

“Just stand there and don’t say anything.”

“Okay,” he replied.

“I said don’t fucking say anything! Don’t make a sound.”

Now they were both taken aback by her words and her tone. Tom was scared and excited and Donna was shocked by what she was doing. She was also wondering why she was getting so turned on. But, she wordlessly continued undoing his pants and pulling them down to his knees. She was greeted by his half-hard erection only inches from her face. She wanted it fully hard, so she reached with her hand and grasped it roughly, hoping to squeeze more blood into the shaft. She tugged on the piece of meat a few times encouraging it to swell and harden.

Tom looked down on his wife in shock. This is totally out of character for her, he thought, but not unpleasant. Although he did wish she wasn’t tugging so hard on him.

“Take it easy, would ya?”

“I said be quiet. I don’t want Chelsea to hear us.” With that, Donna took his entire shaft into her mouth.

Tom looked down on his loving wife and was amazed at the sight and the feeling of his cock disappearing into her mouth. Her lips closed tightly around the shaft as her head moves up and down drawing out the most exquisite pleasure. Her hands buried deep inside her pussy as she bobbed up and down on him. Tom was so surprised and Donna was doing such a good job that he quickly succumbed to her sexy mouth.

She used her tongue to bath his cockhead on every pass as her lips sucked harder and harder. She was suddenly overcome with need. Need to get herself off and need to get Tom off. She was surprised and confused, but never let up. She sucked Tom for all she was worth and fingered her hungry pussy with force and abandon.

She sheepishly looked up into Tom’s eyes. They each saw need in each other’s eyes. “Cum in my mouth,” she told him.

“Oh fuck,” he replied, then grabbed a handful of her hair and began thrusting himself into her mouth.

She had never told him to cum in her mouth before. She rarely even allowed it. He had never grabbed her hair nor fucked her mouth. They were both very out of character at the moment, and both were rushing towards orgasm at a feverish pace.

Suddenly, Tom pulled her onto his dick trying to stuff all of it in her mouth at once. He let out a hushed but urgent moan as he unleashed a huge amount of cum right into Donna’s mouth. Donna felt the first jet erupt in her mouth and clamped her lips tight hoping to keep it all in. She also slammed her fingers repeatedly into her hungry pussy as she felt the powerful tremors of her own orgasm begin.

Donna trembled as she felt the throbbing pulses of Tom’s cum fill her mouth. She swallowed what she could, anxious for the next pulse in her mouth. The feeling and the taste of his ejaculate made her cum again. She felt like a dirty whore for being so wanton, but she couldn’t stop herself. Soon enough, both had started to come down from their sexual ecstasy.

Tom finally released the grip on Donna’s hair and she slowly let his cock slip from her mouth. Tom looked down to see the cum leaking from the corner of her mouth. He was so grateful and elated he leaned down and kissed her, not even caring that his semen was coating her lips. He licked up the residue and kissed her harder.

Donna moaned into Tom’s mouth and tried to pull him tighter to her. They finally broke the kiss and looked at each other. They both said wow at the same time.

“What just happened?” asked Tom.

“I don’t know but it was the craziest and most satisfying thing I have ever done. Lets just go to bed, we can talk about it later.”

After Tom dried off his lover’s body, he walked her into the bedroom where they both collapsed into the soft bed and slept soundly as they ever had.

The next morning, Donna woke up next to Tom and admired his sleeping form. She loved how he looked and loved the look İstanbul Escort and feel of his body. He was somewhere between respectable dad and rough lumberjack. Scruffy and unkempt, yet refined enough when he needed to be. He had love handles and muscles from a hard life’s work. His brown hair was slightly long and always looked scraggly. His scruffy chin may not have been totally dignified, but it felt amazing against her face and her thighs.

Donna admired his sleeping form and thought back to all of the pleasant memories she had with his naked body. She felt her nipples stiffen and the telltale drops of moisture between her thighs. She squeezed those thighs together to feel the delicate throb of arousal. She absentmindedly traced the outline of his erection under the sheet. It was so hard and proud. She could see it pulse with every beat of his heart. Suddenly, she wanted it in her mouth again.

Slowly, so as not to disturb him, she pulled back the sheet and brought her lips to his throbbing erection. She had no idea what had come over her, but she was practically drooling to have his hard cock in her mouth yet again.

Slowly and softly she licked and sucked around the shaft. He was still asleep but his body responded involuntarily to her ministrations. She suckled the head of his cock and licked up and down the shaft. Playing for her own benefit.

After a few minutes, Tom started to wake from his slumber. He came out of his wonderfully erotic dream to a reality that was just as erotic. It had been years since anyone had woken him with a blowjob, so it took several moments to realize he wasn’t dreaming any more. He was loving the feel of Donna’s lips travelling up and down his manhood. Groaned with desire, but didn’t want to startle her and break the spell.

He lay motionless just feeling her lips and tongue work on his cock. She didn’t know why she did it, but Donna reached for his hands and pulled them to her head, encouraging him to grab her long locks again. Tom got the hint and held her head lovingly as his fingers twined into her soft hair.

Donna seized his hands once again and this time forcefully got her point across by clasping his hands on her head roughly and mimicking the motion she wanted. She was encouraging him to grab tighter and use more force. Again, they were both surprised by the way this was progressing, but Tom got into it and started to use handfuls of her hair to guide her on his cock.

It wasn’t long before he was forcefully pulling and thrusting, basically fucking her face. Donna was moaning and sucking him for all she was worth. She could feel juices running down her leg as her mouth did amazing things to his hard cock. Tom was getting close to cumming and Donna could tell it would be any second now. She urged him on with grunts and groans and that pushed him to fuck her mouth harder and faster. Within seconds, he groaned out loud as yet another eruption of cum spewed into his lover’s mouth.

He pulled on her hair and pumped his hips deep into her mouth. Finally, he was overcome with the intense need and passion and held Donna’s face still on his spewing cock as her mouth filled to overflowing again.

Eventually they both disentangled from each other and Tom could see a strange look of contentment on Donna’s face. That, and a messy coating of cum and saliva covering her lips. For some reason, she looked sexy as hell like that.

Donna swallowed hard and said, “good morning sweetie, breakfast will be ready in a few minutes.”

She practically leapt out of bed and grabbed her robe.

“Why don’t you stay in bed so I can return the favor?” he said.

“Don’t be silly, that was my treat. Besides, we have things to do.”

With that he watched her head out the door downstairs, her short robe bouncing giving him a great view of her ass. He lay in bed a minute wondering what the hell was happening but happy it was. He decided to hit the shower before heading down to breakfast.

As Donna made her way into the kitchen, she had to stop and catch her breath. She really did not know what had come over her the last 24 hours. Last night in the bath had been a surprise for her. She could say she was just caught up in the moment, but she knew it was something different. It was…something she couldn’t put into words. One minute she is just trying to relieve some personal and sexual tension for herself, and the next minute she is attacking her husband.

It wasn’t just attacking him. It wasn’t just for sex. Hell, she didn’t even want him to get her off. It was something else. It was like she was trying to take something from him? No, it was more like she was trying to draw something out of him, but what was it?

And this morning, what got into her this morning? She remembered there was some sort of sexy dream, but the details of it escaped her. She woke up agitated. She was horny and needful. She was also very wet. She felt the juices running down her thighs before she even brought a finger down there to check it out. Anadolu Yakası Escort And when she did finally slide an exploratory finger across her mound, the pleasurable tingling was immediate.

She tried to control her breathing and her movements, careful not to wake Tom. When her fingertip brushed her sensitive clit, she jerked a little bit. She immediately froze with her finger trapped between her thighs right on top of her little love button. While she watched Tom’s eyelids, she applied rhythmic pressure to her little nub and felt mini pleasure quakes radiate through her mound. Donna bit her lip to keep from moaning.

She continued to watch Tom sleeping as her fingers became bolder. Slowly rubbing back and forth along her clit and sliding lower to her tight entrance. She eased her finger inside and let out a long, slow breath at the enjoyable intrusion. Slowly she pushed deeper and deeper, gathering more slippery juices that she spread across her puffy lips and now swollen clit. The slick rubbery texture of her own sex was turning her on just as much as the feelings she was creating for herself.

She spied Tom’s morning erection under the sheet as she played with herself. So hard and vibrant there just within her reach. She pulled a finger from her dripping pussy and sucked the tangy secretions from her finger. Mmmm, she tasted delicious and knew that Tom’s hard cock would also taste delicious. At that moment, there was no turning back.

She very carefully pulled back the sheet to reveal his morning hard-on. She watched it twitch and pulse with the beat of his heart. Somehow, this caused another drop of moisture to escape her swollen pussy.

Donna grasped the rigid flesh in her hand. It was hot and hard and she could feel it throb. She lowered her tongue for a gentle lick of the crown. The tiny droplet of pre-cum was like ambrosia this morning and she had to hold herself back from suddenly devouring the whole steely shaft in one quick gulp. She so wanted to force the entire thing down her throat.

The ferocity of her desire was taking her by surprise yet again. Yes, she always loved sucking his cock and enjoyed the power she felt giving him such pleasure. But this was different. This was a need to have him in her mouth. A need to pull as much pleasure from him. A need to…a need to know that he would be so pleased that she wanted to give him this pleasure. She wanted him to be proud of her and she wanted to be the one to give him such pleasure. Just thinking about it was enough to make her cum.

Donna allowed the hard shaft to slide past her lips. She always loved that initial feeling of hard cock slipping past her lips. So hard yet so smooth and every bump and vein she felt with her tongue. More and more of his hard dick went into her mouth and she swirled her tongue over every inch. She could tell Tom was enjoying it as he shifted slightly but still remained asleep. She was so aroused by the power of it all that she slipped…no she jammed her fingers into her needy pussy. She thrust her fingers roughly inside and slipped out to vigorously rub her clit. She was so close to cumming, but wanted to time it with the sweet release of her husband.

She began bobbing her head and sucking hard on the head as it neared her lips. Then she would flatten her tongue along the shaft and swirl it around every pulsating nook and cranny as her mouth descended down the shaft. Up and down in a rhythm of lust and desire.

Tom was gently writhing around on the bed. He was still asleep, but the incredible sensations were consuming him right at that point between sleeping and waking. It was like the most incredible and most realistic dream he had ever had. There were no images in the dream, just feelings. Intense, pleasurable feelings like he had never felt before. Feelings like his cock was going to explode any second, but it went on and on. Feelings just like last night. And that was all the trigger he needed as his cum erupted from his throbbing cock just as his eyes opened.

He was still in a daze and not sure of what was happening, only that it was one of the best feelings he had ever felt. He could feel each ejaculation pulse through his body, but was still unable to focus on exactly what was happening.

Donna felt her orgasm wrack her body the second the first blast of semen hit the back of her throat. Her orgasm was immediate at the taste and sensation of Tom’s cum erupting into her mouth. She jammed her fingers hard inside and pressed the heel of her hand hard against her throbbing clit as she rocked in time with Tom’s spurts. She had enough control to pull her mouth back slightly so she could just suckle on the head of his dick as jet after jet of warm semen filled her waiting mouth as her own vibrations rocked her body.

Donna usually hated the feel and flavor of semen. Cumming in her mouth was something she usually forbade to happen, but it just seemed natural to let it happen. And, low and behold, she actually enjoyed it. In fact, she swore it made her orgasm more intense than usual. She didn’t flinch at the slimy feel in her mouth, nor the salty and slightly acrid taste. Instead, she got off on the power of knowing that this was a gift just for her and she trembled with each pulse of the warm cream filling her mouth.

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