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She set out to play seriously this time. The girl knew she had a need, a very strong need. Her body was screaming for the attention it so richly deserved. Her breasts ached with desire the nipples standing erect in excited anticipation. She removed her clothing one item at a time stripping slowly and sensually in front of the large gold coloured mirror standing on the oak dresser by the foot of her soft king sized bed.

Her heavy breasts swung freely as she removed the black lace wisp of a bra and she caressed the full breasts slowly and sensually then lovingly attached the longish dangling gold coloured nipple clamps. She adjusted the clamps to the way she liked them; tight and pinching but not so painful she couldn’t withstand it easily. She swayed her body just the slightest bit in order to watch them swing back and forth from her protruding deep pink nipples. She loved her breasts they were so beautiful, the skin so smooth the nipples so large, dark and erect.

Her hands slid further down toward where her femaleness began to round up into a soft hairless mound. She stroked Ataşehir Escort slowly and softly, shivering at the smoothness of it, wondering in its silken simplicity. She had just stepped out of the bath and had finished her daily ritual of shaving and rubbing lotion into her supple white skin. She loved the feeling of herself when she was freshly shaven and clean. Her pussy was feeling tingly and warm and she had not even begun to touch herself. Sliding a long slender red painted fingertip down the cleft she found her swollen female centre and rubbed it lightly. She ran the fingertip over and over again so lightly as to tease.

When she was feeling fully aroused she walked over to the small brass bound trunk where she kept her toys, kneeling down gracefully she opened the clasps and lifted up the lid. The girl pawed her way through the confusion and tumble trying to find just the right toys for the play scenario she had in mind for today. Mmmm she smiled to herself withdrawing a large beautiful, but not huge, heavy latex rubber g spot dildo; she Ataşehir Escort Bayan dug a little deeper and came up with a long slim purple vibrating anal intruder with a bulbous head. She smiled widely when she found next a hand held multi-speed vibrator. Still smiling she walked back toward her bed shed prepared a place in front of the large mirror on her dresser at the foot of the bed by lying a soft fluffy large bath towel across the bed

She lightly lubricated the slim line dildo and bending over, she slowly worked it into her puckered tight hole twisting it slightly until a good couple of inches were inside her backdoor then she turned it on, the buzzing was good and was felt high up into her bowels. She simply lay enjoying it for a few moments, letting the momentum build. She then reached for the big rubber dildo, the girl was so roused, almost helpless in desire, by now that she there was no need to lubricate the rubber cock or her pussy and she slid it right in. She drove it in and out, slowly, deeply; imagining she was bound and helpless Escort Ataşehir and her lover was shoving the toy in and out of her sopping wet bald cunt.

She felt she was getting closer to her climax and so lay back gently on the bed grinding her hips desperately driving the anal vibrator in and out of her darkest passage. She put her headphones over her ears and turned the disk-man on to the highest volume. She could hear nothing but her music. She closed her eyes to simulate a blindfold, she found herself totally out of touch with every thing but her body and the sexual bombard it was undergoing. She placed the vibrator firmly on her swollen clit. She could feel the sensations build. She dreamt of a phantom lover all over her and he was taking pictures of her while she lay bound helpless and in the throws of orgasm.

And with that thought going through her mind, it happened. The waves of pleasure began at her feet and she could feel it move up and enveloping her in ecstasy. She began to buck wildly. Moaning loudly, biting her lip to stay silent she exploded into full blown orgasm, her body spasming on the bed as shock after shock after shock hit her whole being. Then she lay still, chest heaving, vibrators still buzzing, music still playing.

She felt her head phones being lifted off and a soft deep voice whispered in her ear.

“Lovely show my pet, Master is pleased!”

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Merhaba seks hikaye okurları ben Eylül. 30 yaşında 70 kilo ağırlığında 173 boyunda dolgun kalçalara ve göğüslere sahip bir kadınım. Sizlere yeğenimle yaşadığım harika seks hikayemi anlatmak istiyorum. Yeğenim Mehmet 20 yaşında üniversite öğrencisi 1.80 boylarında yanından sevgilisi eksik olmayan kumral zamanında yüzme ve okçuluk gibi spor dalları ile uğraştığı için kaslı bir yapıya sahip bir genç. Evli olmama rağmen seks hayatım çok vasattı. Sıcak bir yaz günüydü ve Üzerimde göğüs uçlarımı belli eden bir t-shirt altımda ise şort vardı. Bir gün yeğenim Mehmet beni aradı ve birkaç günlüğüne bende kalıp kalamayacağını sordu. Kocam evde olmadığı için ne kadar isterse kalabileceğini söyledim. Mehmet üniversiteli olmasına rağmen hala onu dudaklarında öpüyorum ve her seferinde bana diklenen bir varlığı rahatlıkla hissedebiliyordum. Mehmet’le biraz sohbetten sonra eve yerleşmeye gaziantep escort başladı. Ancak yanlışlıkla çantasından prezervatif düşürdü kaptığım gibi sordum hemen. Yüzü kızardı hemen aldı elimden. Sonrasında utancından yerleşme hızını yavaşlatmış bir şekilde benden özür diledi bende önemli değil dedim. Birden o güne kadar Mehmet’e hiç bakmadığım bir gözle bakmaya başladım. Mehmet gün aralarında bana yavşamaya ve sürtünmeye başladı. Evde imkanlarımız sınırlı olduğu için gece birlikte yatmak zorunda kaldık. Yatağa yattıktan sonra biraz birbirimize bakakaldık ve uyduk benim uykum hafif olduğu için ikide bir kalkarım geceleyin uyandığım zaman Mehmet’i bana dayar halde uykuda buldum. Mehmet’in siki çok kalın ve büyüktü içimdeki tanga götümün arasına girmiş ve sikide onu bastırır halde duruyordu. Daha fazla dayanamadım şeytanın dürtüleri ve azgınlığım ile yapıştım sikine boxerını indirerek sikini yalamaya başladım boğazıma kadar rahatlıkla ulaşan ve boru kadar kalın siki çok güzel hissettiriyordu. Mehmet birden gözlerini açtı ve bana baktı bende ona baktım teyze ne yapıyorsun dedi. Daha sonra benim kafamı kaldırdı ve öpmeye başladı karşılık vermedim ve kendimi onun kollarına bıraktım. Deneyimli olduğu her halinden belliydi bende bir yandan onu soymaya başlamıştım. Mehmet’i soyunca her kadının hayali olan o güzelim karın kasları karşımda duruyordu. Bana çok güzelsin teyze hep senin hayalini kuruyordum dedi. Herhalde doğru kabloyu kesmiş olsam ki bir anda üzerimi çıkarıp göğüslerimi deli gibi sıkıp yalamaya başladı. Ben inliyordum çoktan orgazm olmuştum fakat o daha boşalmamıştı bile ön sevişme bittikten sonra çıkardı eşofmanlarımı beni domaltıp götüme şaplak atarak mıncıklamaya başladı. O beni mıncıklarken ben inlemelerime ara vermeden devam ediyordum. Mehmet Ah evet sik beni, kendi kadının gibi sik beni diyordum sonrasında tangamı çıkarıp amımı yalamaya başladı. O arada tam 3 defa orgazm olmuştum. Artık içime gir diye inliyordum. Oda peki tamam teyze giriyorum dedi bende artık bana teyze deme biz o kısmı geçtik dedim artık karı kocadan başka bir şey değiliz dedim. Mehmet daha sonra çıkardı sikini ilk değirdikten sonra tek bir hareketle tamamını soktu. Ben bir çığlık attıktan sonra çok güzel dedim. Mehmet ardında git gel yapmaya başladı. Deliler gibi sikiyordu aletinin tamamını kökledikten sonra içime boşaldı. Ağızım açık kalmıştı. Daha sonra beni tuttu ve köpek pozisyonuna getirip göt deliğime o koca sikini soktu normalde canımın acıyacağını düşünürken canımın yanmadığını fark ettim fakat ileri geri yapınca canım yanmaya başladı sonrasında git gide hızlanmaya ve beni inletmeye devam etti götüme attığı bir şaplak sonrasında seni seviyorum aşkım dedi ve boşaldı..

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Ben Serap. ilk defa aynı cinse alakalı olduğumu üniversiteye başladığım ilk yıllarda anladım. Daha üniversiteye başlayalı 2 hafta olmuştu evde 3 kız arkadaş yaşıyorduk. Ufak iki odalı bir daire Etilerde. Kız arkadaşımı arada sırada duşta çırılçıplak görmek bana çok zevk veriyordu.Öylesine ki her defasında onlar duştayken banyoya sanki bir şey bakıyormuşum gibi girip onları seyrediyordum. Bir gün videoda bir film seyrettikten sonra konu döndü dolaştı Lezbiyen ilişkilere geldi.Evde sadece Meralle beraberdik.Ona sanki doğal bir şeymişçesine,ben .iki kadının sevişmesinin zevkli olabileceğini kabul etmesini istedim. .Bana sen nerden biliyorsun ki dediğin de kalbim sanki duracaktı.Ben şimdiye kadar böyle bir ilişkiye girmedim ama girsem ilk önce senin gibi birisiyle bunu denemek isterdim dedim. Ama yüzümün kızardığını hissediyordum.Yavaşça kalktı sen çok toysun Serap demesin mi? NEDEN ki dedim. Akıllım biz Didem`le bir kaç kere yattık. Allahım bunu size nasıl anlatayım bilemiyorum ama inanın sanki birisi başımdan aşağı kaynar bir kova su döktü.Ben safın biriymişim üçümüz aynı evde yaşadığımız halde benim o ana kadar hiç bir şeyden gaziantep escort haberim olmadı. Çok şaşırdığımı görünce yanıma yaklaştı ve bana sarıldı.Her şeyi o anda unuttum, bende ona sarıldım.İnanın bu duyguyu tam olarak burada anlatmak imkansız birsey.İnanın o an kalbim yerinden çıkabilirdi.Bende sarıldım ama hala olayın şokundayımSanki benim büyüğüm birisiymiş gibi saçlarımı okşamaya başladı. Bende onun kilerini.İçimde kıpırdamalar başladı,Tanrım bu nasıl bir duygu. Neyse lafı fazla uzatmayayım,ne olduğunu anlamadan ikimizde birbirimizin kollarının arasındaydık.Ama birden sanki fırlarcasına yataktan kalktı. Ne olduğunu şaşırdım.Hızlı adımlarla odasına gitti.Acaba yanlış ne yaptım diye düşünüyorken birden,öbür odadan SERAAPPPP diye seslendiğini duyunca oraya geçtim. Odasına girdiğimde ağzım açık kaldı.Üstü çıplaktı, Ama ondanda önemlisi altında bir pantolon vardı. Yanıma gel dedi.Yaklaştım elimi tuttu. Memelerinin üzerinde gezdirdikten sonra,Elimi hiç ummadığım bir zamanda apış arasına götürdü.Ama,,ama,,ama. Aklım yerinde çıkacak sandım.Apış arasında gezen elimi eliyle yönlendiriyordu. Ama o elime gelen sertlik neydi,diye düşünürken fermuarını öbür eliyle açtığında gözlerime inanamadım.Orasına(amına) plastikten penis takmış olduğunu gördüm.
Böyle şeyleri,bir kaç kere sex dergilerinde görmüştüm ama gerçeğini ilk defa gördüm.İnanın şu an sanki o anı tekrar yaşıyorcasına heyecanlıyım.Eliyle çenemi tutup beni dudaklarına götürdü. O kadar istekli bir şekilde öpüyordu ki .Kendimden geçtim ama aklım hep,amına taktığı şeydeydi. Böyle bir şeyi ilk defa yaşıyordum.O an yaşadığım duyguları tam olarak anlatmak için doğru kelimeleri seçmek ne kadar güç olduğunu belki siz anlayamazsınız. Uzun öpüşmelerden sonra kendimi artık tamamen ona vermeye hazırdım.Çünkü o bu işi çok iyi biliyor ve bütün olayı o yönlendiriyordu.Ama o anda .Sen küçük bir orospusun değil mi?.demesin mi.Beynimden vurulmuşa döndüm. Ağzımı açıp bir şeyler söylemek istedim.Ama onun bu beklemediğim davranışı.Beni öylesine sarstı ki cevap veremedim bir an.Ne olduğunu şaşırdım.O an yüzüme birde tokat atması bardağı taşıran son damla oldu birden kendime  geldim. Beni tekrar şaşırttıTanrım, ne yapmaya çalışıyorsun. der demez eliyle ağzımı kapattı. Sustum.O an yüksek sesle .Üstünü çıkart KALTAK. diye bağırdı.Ağzımı bile açmadan her dediğini yapıyordum. Üstümde sadece donum olmadığı halde siyah eteğim kaldı.Tam onu da çıkarmak üzere ellerimi eteğime götürdüğümde.Ellerimi tutu. Eğildi,memelerimin uç kısmını elleriyle biraz ovuşturduktan sonra ağzına götürdü. Ohhh tanrım dualarım kabul olmuştu.Öylesine bir duyguydu ki bu içimi göğüslerimden gelen bir sıcaklık kapladı.Öylesine ustaca bir emişi vardı ki.Sanki bulutların üzerindeydim.Sol elini arka tarafıma götürüp götümü okşamaya başladığında artık,dilimi ısırmamda fayda vermiyordu.Kendime hakim olamadan inlemeye başladım.Yavaşça doğrulup, sağ eliyle başımı tutup ağzımı sol memesine götürdü. Emme sırası bana gelmişti.Evet belki bebekken annemin memelerini emmişimdir ama bu öylesine değişikti ki.Ona bana verdiği gibi zevk vermek için olanca gücümle emmeye başladım. Dilimi memelerinin üzerinde onun bana yaptığı gibi gezdirmeye başladım. Arada yavaş acıtmadan yap,dedikçe onun söyledikleri doğrultusunda dilime ve dudaklarıma yön veriyordumEVET BAK ÖĞRENİYORSUN. dediğinde,sanki üniversiteyi birincilikle bitirmişçesine mutluydum.

 

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ismim demet 22 yaşında esmer 170 boyunda 50 kiloda evli bir kadınım, evleneli yaklaşık olarak 3 yıl olacak ve 3 yıldır kocamla aramızda pek öyle önemli bir kavga olmamıştır, aramız çok iyi ve çok huzurlu bir evliliğimiz var , aslında bu evliliğin bu derece huzurlu olması tamamen benim bazı olaylara sessiz kalmam, bilemiyorum sessizlik yerine olan biteni kocama anlatsam daha mı iyi olur, yoksa böyle devam etmek mi bizim için daha iyi, buna tam karar verebilmiş değilim,
kocamla görücü usülü evlendik, kocamı beni istemeye gelmeden daha önce hiç görmemiştim ilk defa beni istemeye geldikleri gece tanıştık, normal bir konuşma geçirdik, normal olarak havadan sudan bir sohbetti, ben bu iş olmaz diye beklerken , ertesi gün kocamın babası bize tekrar geldi, yalnız ve sadece misafir olarak öyle sohbet amaçlı bir ziyaretti bu, sürekli gözü benim üzerimde her hareketimi izliyordu , bende bu davranışını gelin olarak beni düşündüğü için sanmıştım, ama aslında öyle değilmiş,
kayın babanım bana olan ilgisini düğün gecesi öğrentim, düğün sırasında odamda beklerken birden odama girdi ve bana iltifatlar yağdırmaya başladı, çok güzel biri olduğumu , her erkeğin aklını başından alacağımı falan söyledi , hatta beker olsaymış oğlu yerine kendine alacakmış beni, aynen gaziantep escort bunları söyledi , o gece gerdeğe o şokla girdim , sürekli aklım fikrim orda olduğu için o gece olan bitenden de pek bir zevk alamamıştım,
düğünümüz oldu , gerdek gecemiş yaşandı ve herşey durulmuştu ki , iki hafta falan sonra evde kocam yokken kayın babam bize misafirliğe geldi, gelinim nasılsın , neler yapıyorsun diyerek içeri girdi , bende iyiyim baba sen nasılsın , kahve içermsin dedim ve kahve yapmak için mutfağa gittim , çok geçmeden arkamdan kayın babam da geldi ve mutfaktaki sandalyeye oturup beni izlemeye başladı,
sonra bana düğün gecesi seninle yaptığımız konuşmayı hatırlıyormusun diye sordu, yok hatırlamıyorum diye yalan söyledim , çünkü tekrar öyle bir konuşma kaldıracağımı zannetmiyorum, o hatırlamadıysan tekrarlayalım dedi ve yine bana asılmaya başladı, çok güzel biri olduğumu söylüyordu ve çok seksi bir kadın olduğumu, kocamla neler yaptığımızı, her gece yapıp yapmadığımızı, çocuk düşünüp düşünmediğimiz falan soruyordu , derken birden gerdek gecesinden konu açtı ve o gece neler yaptınız, canın çok acıdımı, acımadıysa neden acımadı, bakire değilmiydin falan filan bir sürü sapık şeylerden söz ediyordu, bense hiç ona yüzümü dönmeden kahveyle ilgileniyordum , göz ucuyla kısa bir süre bakmak istedim ne yapıyor diye,
elini sikinin üzerine koymuş hem benimle konuşuyor hem sikini okşuyordu, birden korkuyla kahveyi yere döktüm ve koşarak banyoya gidip temizlik bezini getirdim , leke daha fazla kilim de durup orda kalmasın diye biran önce temizlemem gerekiyordu ve elimdeki bezle eğilip kilimi silmeye başladım, yüzümü kayın babama dönemiyordum o yüzden arkamı döndüm ve yeri silmeye başladım, bir kaç saniye sonra arkama geçti ve kalçalarımdan tutarak yardım etmemi istermisin dedin , bende elini kalçalarımdan çekerek yok baba teşekkür ederim , ben hallederim dedim ,
ama o bir süre sonra tekrar kalçalarıma elini koydu , iki eliyle kalçalarımı tamamen kavramış okşuyor ve bırak bende yardım edeyim diyordu, ben hayır dedikçe eli birazdaha amıma yaklaşıyor ve beni birazdaha tahrik ediyordu, biliyordum yaptığımız şey çok yanlıştı ama orda bir olay çıkartmam belkide evliliğimin bitmesiydi o yüzden göz yumdum bazı şeylere ve ses çıkartmadım , ben ses çıkartmadıkça kayın babam daha sertleşiyor ve elini amıma iyice sokmaya başlıyordu,
dayanamadmı ve baba yapma artık oğlun gelecek birazdan bizi böyle görürse mahvaluruz dedim oda bana merak etme o bizim evde bir iki saate kadar gelemez , annesinin yanında dedi ve eliyle amımın üzerine adeta yağıştırmış ve okşıyordu, karşı koymaya çalıştıkça üzerime geliyordu , bir süre beni orda yeri silerken okşadı ve artık gözlerim kapanmaya başlamıştı , kendimden geçmek üzereydim ,
sonra bir anda beni yere yatırdı ve üzerime çıktı , altımdaki eteği yukarı doğru kaldırdı ve külotumu dizlerime kadara sıyırdı , ben elimden geldiği kadar karşı koymaya çalışıyordum ve baba lütfen yapma ben senin gelininim diyordum ama ben dinlemiyordu , külotumu aşşağı indirdikten sonra sikini acuvuna aldı ve baş kısmını amımın üzerinde gezdirmeye başladı , son gücümle baba lütfen içime girme, bunu yapmanı istemiyorum dedim ama onu dememle babamın içime girmesi bir olmuştu,
onu içimde hissettiğim an zaten kendimi bıraktım ve artık ne olacaksa olsun dedim , babam beni mutfakta, o kahve dökülmüş kilimin üzerinde içime defalarca girip çıktı, karşı koyamıyordum ve oda beni karşı koyamadığım için altına aldı, sanki karısını sikiyormuş gibi beni sikti, gelinini..

on dakika ya sürdü ya sürmedi , sonrası sikini çıkartıp amımın üzerine boşaldı, amımın üzeri ve kilim hep kayın babamın dölüne bulanmıştı, işini bitirip üzerimden kalktığında kulağıma yaklaşarak “seni oğlumla neden evlendirdim zannediyorsun” dedi , bu sözün sonrasında o an anlamıştım ki babamın benim içime ilk girişiydi ama son olmayacaktı..

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By coincidence or parental scheme, Jerry was back in his hometown around the time of his twenty-year high school reunion. Since he escaped to the West Coast from that suburb, he hadn’t been back, preferring to visit his parents when they were in Florida for the winter. But they were on a cruise and asked him to return to his childhood home to take care of their dog for a couple of weeks. Although he wouldn’t have made the trip for the reunion, as long as he was there, he figured he might as well make the best of it.It was a small town, so there was no avoiding running into people he hadn’t seen in two decades. Penelope had likely heard he was around, so figured out who he was before he recognized the older version of her.The change in her appearance from vice-president of the chess club to science teacher was not dramatic. Perhaps no longer as skinny or shy, she evoked ordinary respectability with her conservative pantsuit and average looks. It turned out she was also the faculty advisor for the chess club. Jerry had been president and the best player of his year and still played a solid game.“You could talk to the kids about things that chess taught you that were useful in life. I try to tell them, but I’m just a teacher who grew up in this town,” she explained why she wanted him to come to the next meeting. “Some of them have a lot of potential and I want them to have greater aspirations.”“The fact that you care about them makes you a great teacher,” he assured her. She had always been a thoughtful friend. “I’ll find something to say to make an impression.”“One more thing…,” her voice betrayed some subtext. “I want you to play the best student in a speed chess game. They mostly play each other, so I want to show them how good they are.”“Fine,” he agreed, “I’ll take it easy on him.”“No you won’t,” Penny objected. “I expect you to win. I want the students to see how a real competitor plays.”She gave him a sly smile. “In fact…, do you remember that night?”Of course, he remembered it. He and Penny were friends in high school. She was the only female in the chess club. They never thought of each other romantically, but they did play the senior high school version of “doctor”. Never touching each other, each examined the other’s body—in the name of science, of course! They even masturbated together a few times, which was certainly educational for two virgin nerds.By “that night”, she meant the last time. They had decided to climax for each other. Penny went first and in the aftermath, both were more excited than they had ever been together.Jerry was approaching his peak when she blurted out, “I want to taste it!” The idea made him erupt and he milked a substantial pool onto his belly. It would be a violation of their established rules for the activity and both recognized that their emotions were pushing them into a danger zone.“You first,” she suggested, staring at the mysterious fluid.But Jerry had never tasted his semen, and the idea disgusted him. He didn’t understand why anyone would eat it but had seen pornstars who seemed to love it. When Penelope said she wanted to, he thought he was going to learn why.“Eww, no,” he said. ‘Women do that; men don’t.”“Well if you’re not going to, then neither am I,” Penny recanted. Both swimming in post-orgasmic bliss, they weren’t in the mood to argue, so it never happened, and that ended their anatomy lessons.“So-o,” her voice brought him back from his memory. “If you don’t win, I get to watch you eat your cum,” she grinned.He had long ago rescinded the taboo of consuming his emissions, whether incidentally or deliberately, from the face, tits, or pussy of a partner or elsewhere. “Alright,” he laughed, “but if I win, you have to eat it.”Her frowning nod suggested she hadn’t expected that twist. He considered but dismissed the idea that she was still a virgin and hadn’t yet had the experience. But her manner gave no hints of the degree or direction of her sexuality.The stakes were inconsequential, of course, and even offered the possibility of revisiting what was an important relationship of his youth. They nonetheless disquieted him as he met and talked with the students. He did a passable job, explaining how thinking several moves ahead, considering moves that seem bad at first, learning from games other people have played, and looking at the board from the other person’s perspective, were all things you need to do in life. As Penny had hoped, they seemed to pay more attention when he said those things than when their prosaic Ataşehir Escort teacher did.Unlike his high school days, there were almost as many girls as boys in the group. When their best player rose to sit opposite him for the game, there was a surprise. Nicole was a freckle-faced lass with a cascade of curly red hair. Her demeanor and jersey with the school colors and tiger mascot marked her as a cheerleader.The circumstances had him off-balance, and he imagined Penny giggling inside. His opponent played quickly and methodically, going through a standard opening. When it got to the point where a player would usually make one of two moves, she made a different one. He at first thought it was an error, but two moves later, he realized she had chosen a less common variant.If it weren’t for the time pressure, he would have made a detailed analysis to recall how that variation should be handled; instead, he made what he thought was a safe move. Her classmates reacted, which made him look more carefully at the board.She seemed to be reassuring herself that he wasn’t luring her into a trap before she made the proper response, taking his bishop. He battled back, but she maintained her advantage and increased it. A couple of attempts to lure her into making a mistake failed, costing him even more.When she took his queen, he knew it was over. “If this were a tournament, I would resign at this point. Unless you make a big blunder, you won’t lose, although I might be able to get a draw if you aren’t careful.” He tried to salvage a little dignity. “But put my queen back and look for a different move.”She scanned the board and her eyes grew wide as she checked that the unconventional move would work. She took a pawn instead.“Congratulations!” he said, knocking over his king and extending his hand. “That’s a guaranteed win. Without the protection of that pawn, you can force checkmate in four moves even with my queen.” She beamed as the class applauded her victory.That evening, he met Penny for dinner at the local coffee shop, an unexpected choice because the menu was breakfast and lunch fare.“Your usual table, dear?” the waitress asked her, eyeing Jerry curiously.“Thanks, Marge,” she replied and led him to the back—and into the kitchen. There was a small table in the corner.“I brought a friend,” she announced. “He lives in San Francisco, so he can appreciate your artistry, Chef Kwan.”“Very good!” the cook beamed. “Is Szechuan OK?”“As hot as Penny can handle,” Jerry grinned.They were presented with a sequence of dishes that would rival the best of the Bay Area.“People around here don’t appreciate food like this, so he serves them what they like out there,” Penny gestured to the dining area. “He’s nice enough to share what he cooks for himself and his family, and even prepares dinners for me on special occasions.”Jerry’s neck warmed at being a special occasion for her. As they ate, she explained how she liked many things about being a teacher in a small town.“Dating was a problem, though,” she recalled. “I didn’t want to settle down, but the way people gossip, I knew I couldn’t be dating local guys. Fortunately, the internet provided a solution. I meet guys from elsewhere online and we get together beyond the prying eyes of Springfield.”“Am I causing some unwanted attention for you?” Jerry wondered.“You’re already front-page news,” she laughed. “But people know we’re old friends. When you leave, things will quickly return to the same old same old.”He insisted on paying the San Francisco price for the meal plus a generous tip, but the Chef appreciated his honest praise even more.“We’ll have dessert at my place,” she whispered as they rose to leave.The two got comfortable on the couch over ginger mint tea.“Sometimes I wish we had gotten together back then,” she sighed. “I know we weren’t ready and it probably wouldn’t have worked out, but it would have been so easy to fall in love with you. Until….”“I just wasn’t as adventurous as you,” Jerry conceded. “Of course, if we had, I might never have gotten out of this place.” He immediately felt bad for saying so.“No, I understand,” Penny kissed his cheek. “The things I like here aren’t what you want.”They cuddled in silence for a few moments, thinking about what might have been.“Alright, time for you to pay up!” Penny broke the spell, poking him in the ribs. “You’re going to eat your jizz!”Jerry knew better than to protest this time.She stood up and pushed him to lay on the couch. After unbuckling Ataşehir Escort Bayan his belt and unzipping his pants, she started unbuttoning his shirt.“Pull those down,” she ordered.He was uncertain how to proceed, but his organ was already inflating when it felt the open air. The issue was settled when she knelt on the floor and seized his shaft.“It’s bigger than I remember,” she teased as her fingers gently pumped it. “And it’s still growing!” she added in mock amazement.Satisfied to let her lead the way, Jerry relaxed and enjoyed the warmth she was inspiring in his genitals. He had assumed he would have to jerk himself off, but this was better!And better yet! When he reached his full stiffness, Penny leaned over and took the head between her lips. He stroked her hair, giving a long sigh of appreciation. Gradually taking more of him into her mouth freed her hand to massage his balls and taint. Her saliva coated his cock and she began bobbing her head.She sucked hard and withdrew from it, smacking her lips. “I want you to make a big load,” she grinned, returning to her slow, deliberate stimulation.“I’ll do my best,” Jerry chuckled, trying not to think about its ultimate destination.Although she didn’t enter his asshole, she pressed two fingers in toward his prostate. The circular massage inspired a moan that confirmed she was on target. Her tongue on his shaft had him ready to explode.“I’m gonna cum,” he warned.She lifted her head and left him twitching. “Not yet,” she said, pulling his nuts to move him away from the edge. Rubbing his chest, she mused, “How far can I make you shoot?”Judging the urgency had passed, she resumed her licking and sucking and squeezing and pumping.Before long he repeated his alert.“Not until I give you permission!” she barked when she immediately stopped. Her voice and look were remarkably stern.Familiar with this genre, Jerry whimpered and played along. “Please, may I cum?” he begged the next time she had him approaching the peak.“No!” she halted, giving his dancing pole a sharp slap, pushing him away from the brink.She drove him crazy, repeating the process until it finally occurred to him what she wanted to hear.“Oh, please, let me cum,” he whined in desperation when he was no longer sure he could stop himself. “I promise I’ll swallow every drop!”Her tight grip on his balls kept him in check as her evil grin showed she had heard what she wanted. He had expected a handjob—from his hand or hers—but she descended on him, furiously sucking.Technically, she had not spoken her consent, but both knew there was no way for him to resist that onslaught. He grunted and groaned as his body spasmed, shooting up into her mouth again and again. He bucked on the couch as the pleasure ricocheted through him. She stroked his swollen balls and taint, demanding every drop.When he finally stopped spurting, she slowly withdrew his rod, her lips a tight seal as she ensured none would escape. She paused, only the bulb between her lips, and gave the shaft a last few squeezes before neatly extracting it with a kiss.In orgasmic stupor, Jerry was slow to notice her moving up his body and leaning over his face. A kiss was perfectly natural at a time like this. But when her lips opened his, he felt the creamy liquid gush inside. Her coated tongue painted his and the unmistakable taste filled his mouth. While she was repeatedly edging him, he had lost track of the expectation that she would make him spurt onto his chest so he could eat it.Only when his climax had faded did he realize that they had both completed their earlier exploration and tasted his semen. Satisfied that he had paid off the bet, she broke the kiss.“See, that wasn’t so bad, was it?” she giggled. Before he had a chance to offer to reciprocate, she continued, “I think I have something to get that taste out of your mouth.”Standing, she turned away; with a quick movement, she pushed down her slacks and panties. As she leaned back, Jerry stared up at her ass and pussy. More than happy to return the favor, he licked his lips as she lowered herself onto his face.Her fragrance and dampness disclosed her excitement from the first act. Jerry used his lips and tongue to increase it. Her nether lips were shaved smooth, but she had a landing strip to tickle his nose. Seeking her clit, his tongue discovered a pair of smooth balls—she was pierced! The chess club would be astonished!He focused on that spot when it was within reach, but Penny squirmed to ensure Escort Ataşehir he attended to every fold and wrinkle as he worked. The drizzle of her delicious fluids washed the taste of his own from his mouth.Her long groan and quaking thighs marked her first detonation, but she continued on. Several times, she edged herself or climaxed at her discretion while Jerry applied his skills. It was a position he enjoyed. Although his air might be cut off as a woman wiggled in delight, he knew how to tilt his head and manage his oxygen.The third time he found himself gasping, he realized she was intentionally smothering him. Waiting for him to recover and take a deep breath, she replanted herself, testing his limits. He didn’t panic, and she lifted just as he was deciding to raise his arm.“I see you’ve done this before,” she noted his breathing technique and lack of distress. “And apparently liked it!” Her hand fondled his fully resuscitated dick.She did it twice more, the last time the longest, and he was sure she climaxed as he struggled, drenching his face. Getting up as his chest heaved and his heart raced, she knelt next to him and looked deep into his eyes.“Jerry, you may be the only one I trust enough to show this to,” she said. “Take your clothes off and wait for me to call you.” She rose and disappeared into her bedroom, leaving him to catch his breath, metaphorically as well as literally.He finished undressing and looked around the modest apartment. School-related pictures and memorabilia decorated the spare furnishings. A high school teacher couldn’t afford many luxuries.“Come here,” her voice rang out after a few minutes.Stepping into her bedroom, his eyes were drawn to the bed. The blankets were gone. Two leather cuffs were attached by ropes to the headboard; two more, to the footboard. She had stood behind the door as he entered, so he didn’t see her until the door clicked shut behind him.He was stunned by the sight of her. A black lace quarter-cup bra hoisted her average breasts into cleavage and exposed her—pierced!—nipples. A matching garter belt held up sheer black stockings. Pantyless, her neat patch of pubes was in plain sight.She paced around him, her high heels clacking on the wood floor, using a riding crop to trace over his chest and ass as she inspected his body.“You will address me as ‘Queen’. Not ‘my queen’ for I am certainly not yours. You are ‘Drone’. You are here to serve me. I will use you however I like for my enjoyment.” She paused in front of him and he stared at his transformed friend, finally closing his mouth, which had been open in disbelief.“You will do exactly….” She poked his chest with the crop. “What I command….” She flicked the head of his now rigid penis with the shaft of the crop. “Without question or hesitation.” She tapped the leather tongue against each testicle.She continued her steps to his side, adding “Or you will be punished.” He jolted as a stinging blow landed on his ass. “Understood?”“Yes, m-Queen.” He hoped he cut off the forbidden word fast enough.“Get on the bed,” she ordered. He quickly complied, stretching his arms and legs to the waiting restraints without being told.“I have found a variety of friends online with whom I enjoy this kind of activity,” Penny explained as she fastened the cuffs to his wrists and ankles. “They aren’t from around here, so we meet elsewhere. They are discreet and fulsome with their tribute.” She adjusted the ropes to remove the slack. When she finished, she looked over him with a satisfied smile, noting his pole pointing upward.Without warning, she swung the crop and delivered a shaft blow across his belly. More in surprise than pain, Jerry’s arms and legs jerked futilely against his bonds as he croaked.“Good. I want to be sure you’re secure,” she smiled tauntingly.“I don’t do it for the gifts,” she said as she retrieved something from her dresser. “I could make more money doing it full-time, but I’m a teacher, and this is just my sex life.”Getting on the bed, she knelt between his legs. “It started as dating and I learned some guys like it, and I like it, so I do it.” She leaned over him, her nipples just tickling his chest hair. “I have a few girlfriends, too!”Her eyes were bright with excitement and Jerry could not help but smile in admiration. “Penny, you are marvelous!” he exclaimed, then realized he was out of character and added, “Sorry. I mean Queen.”She laughed. “It’s alright. I’m blurring boundaries here.” Laying on him for a full-body hug, she sighed, “It’s so good to be able to talk to someone about it. The only ones who know this side of me are the drones.”She gave him a long deep kiss before getting back to her knees between his. “You know, only the most loyal and generous drones have a chance to get what I’m giving you.”“Thank you, Queen,” he gushed. “I’m not worthy.”

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Rain drummed against the window of the store, droplets blurring the closed sign that had been turned off hours before. The lights were turned off throughout the entire store, all except one low light lamp in the very back corner of the bookshop. The soft hum of the electricity feeding into the lightbulb was only met by the sound of soft hitched breathing and turning pages. Isabelle had settled herself in the plush armchair hours ago, her feet out of the shiny black shoes she had walked in all day and now propped up on the shiny wooden table amongst the stacks of books she had read through since she sat down.

This was the only time she ever allowed herself into this section set deep into the back of the bookshop, behind all other sections and hidden from view of the front windows. Here she could be by herself, something that rarely was granted her in her busy schedule. Class, working the shop, then going home to her aunt; she had no time to spend with her own company. So once a week she stayed late after the last customers had left and the shop had been put back in order, when the streets became empty and the stars twinkled above. This was the only time she was able to be completely alone, and the only time she was able to read the books hidden so far back in the shelves without fear of judgement.

Flipping through the pages icy eyes scanned the words carefully and fully, absorbing each word into her soul as she fell into the story. This is how she read all her books, but books like tonight had a greater effect on her. Having read through a handful already she was having more and more trouble concentrating as her skin became hot under her blouse and her breathing grew labored. But she could not stop reading, not now.

His hands dug into the long locks at my scalp as he pulled me up, the thick head releasing from my lips with a loud pop. Pushing me back onto the great mounds of fur he tore the fabric of my nightgown until it hung only in shreds around my flesh, the great green slits set deep into his skull hungrily looking over my skin before locking onto mine. Lowering himself around me his arms bulged as his muscles flexed; his knee’s forcing their way between as he placed a long, warm lick up my jugular.

“Is this why you brought me here?” My voice shook as he drug sharp fangs across my skin, raising goosebumps in their wake. His voice rumbled in my ear, shaking down to my core.

“By tomorrow they’ll think Anadolu Yakası Escort you’ve been slaughtered by the beast, little do they know that their sacrifice has been seduced to become the monsters mate.”

“But you’re a man. Not the hulking black dog that murders cattle and stable boys.”

“For now.”

He silence me with a forceful kiss, his lips bruising mine before slipping a long slick tongue between them to tangle with my own. Clawed fingers drug down my side to catch the underside of my knee, lifting it until I was fully spread before him. Pulling away he eyed my body like I was prey, tongue running over his lips as his gaze came to rest on glistening flushed skin of my sex. Before I could blink he had pulled my hips up as he bent down, my shoulders digging into the skins beneath me as he brought my lips to his mouth to part them with his tongue. He drug it slowly over the sensitive skin, eyes staring down into mine as I writhed in pleasure at the long muscle that was plunging down into me to be clenched by my walls. It darted in and out of me before he pulled away, my soft whine of need drowned out by his low groan as he licked up the juice that had coated his chin.

“Remember, you said yes.” He growled as he straightened up, lowering my hips to meet his throbbing length. He ground it between my lips, veins rubbing against the nerves as he coat himself with my juices before lining himself with my entrance. He pushed in agonizingly slow, each ridge of him sending shudders through my body as he filled me to the bulge near the base of him. With a few more pumps he was fully inside of me, waiting for the last moan to fade from my lips before pulling out and beginning to slowly thrust into me. His claws dug into my hips, keeping me suspended as he began to pound himself into me, skin slapping again mine as he sent me into ecstasy. I could hardly hear his growls and grunts over the sound of my own voice echoing off the stone walls, voice rising to screams as he stretched me wide for him so he could claim every nerve of my insides.

Isabelle fumbled with the pages as she turned the page, her thighs rubbing together beneath full skirts as she attempted to read on. But it was too hot, she couldn’t concentrate well enough at the words to properly read, her body aching with need and blurring her mind. Setting the book down on the side table, Isabelle fumbled with the buttons Anadolu Yakası Escort Bayan of her blouse. Releasing the now flushing scarlet skin of her breasts from the stiff fabric she laid a hand over the thumbing heart in her chest, the swell of her breast squished beneath her hand before they were released with tug downward on the constricting band. Petal colored nipples poked out against pale skin, flesh pushed upwards by her brassier as her fingers wandered over the sensitive buds to draw gasps from her lips.

Impatiently she lifted her hips from the chair, pulling her skirts up around her waist to expose her thighs. White stockings slipped against the hardwood floor as she ripped her slip and undergarments down her legs, kicking the fabric to the side as her fingers ran over the soft flesh of her thighs. A hand cupped her pulsing sex, fingers ghosting over the puffed lips as she shivered in anticipation. Shyly spreading her legs she slowly ran a finger between her lips, blushing at the wetness that soaked her skin. Despite her better judgement she had read through many books without thinking to remove her underthings earlier, and she fleetingly sighed that she would have to walk home in soaked panties; again.

Her head fell back against the soft fabric of her chair as she ran her finger over her clit, the nerves sending heat pooling in her stomach as she stroked it over and over. Her mind imagined the stories she had read prior, but with her in place of the lucky woman who inhabits mysterious far off places and flirts with dangerous and beautiful men. She was the woman given to the beast, she was the princess taken by pirates, she was the slave girl to a pharaoh, she was whatever she read to be. She could be touched by a thousand hands in her mind, her body ravaged and pleasured until she wouldn’t be able to walk for days. As her thoughts grew, so did her need. Her fingers stroked furiously at the bundle of nerves that were hardening under her fingertips, shudders of pleasure rolling through her body as she worked herself.

Wetness coated her fingers as she pressed them harder against her clit, her voice echoing off the walls as she moaned loudly through the feelings as her body trembled. She needed more, throwing her legs over either arm of the chair so she was exposed like the girl from her book. Any eyes that may have wandered through the room would see her, pale Escort Anadolu Yakası thighs thrown against cushioned fabric and her lips spread wide to reveal her throbbing clit and the soft pink skin of her entrance slick with her arousal. They would see her, chestnut hair falling around her flush cheeks, bare breasts arching to the sky as she cried to the ceiling in pleasure.

Faster she worked her fingers in circles around her clit, send waves of pleasure that shook her through her body. The ache inside of her drew her fingers to tease the slickness around her entrance, wetting her skin before she pushed fingers inside of her slowly. Her breathing hitched with each slide forward, until her fingers were buried deep inside of her. Hesitantly she began to thrust them in and out of her, her pleasure breaking all decency she held as she began to pound into her throbbing walls with finger curled to grind against the squishy surface of her insides. Her entire body grew hotter as she sent shudders of pleasure through her, images of her being taken passionately in this position taunting her behind closed eyes. She wondered what the feeling of a long length stretching her walls and bumping against her womb as someone hovered over would feel like, their hands holding her legs spread for their use as they spoke lewdly of her body.

Harder and harder she thrusts her fingers inside of her, her palm slapping wetly against her lips as she splattered her juices against her skin. Faster she moved her fingers over her clit, her back arching off the cushions and her legs spreading wide as her muscles would allow. She felt herself growing tense, her muscles fluttering in pleasure and begging for release. She was almost screaming, her speech slurred with stuttered praise as she called out melodies of her ecstasy. She could feel herself clench around her fingers, her walls searching to grip and milk whatever was inside of her heat. Unrelenting on her clit, she slammed her fingers inside herself as she came. Her body shuddered violent with each wave of pleasure, legs pulling themselves to her chest to clench around her arms as she kept her fingers buried inside of her and furiously stroked at the throbbing bundle of nerves.

With a scream her body tensed, her fingers caught inside her by the strength of her walls closing around them. Her thighs quivered and her hips rolled upwards unto her touch as she slowed. Her breathing labored and her body shaking she sunk into the fabric of the armchair, her legs slowly lowering as to not strain her muscles anymore. Slipping her fingers out of herself she let herself collapse, cheek resting against her shoulder as she allowed herself to be lulled into a pleased state of exhaustion. Perhaps she would begin staying late more than once per week.

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Carol stepped into her room, the bed was made up, but little else had changed. And so she was sure Ray had not come back during the day. She entered the bathroom and studied herself in the mirror. Her clothes were covered in dust from the desert, and she looked battered and worn. She stripped and got in the shower, scrubbing herself clean, then rechecked her body and saw that apart from her puffy, abused fanny, there was little sign of the rough sex she had endured that afternoon.She pulled on her jeans and a T-shirt and set a jacket aside for the bus trip to LA. Then sat on the bed, copied all the DJ photos from her phone, and emailed them to herself before deleting them.She had two email addresses, one that she used all the time and another that used her maiden name. It was an old address that she didn’t use nowadays, but she had never deleted it; as the few times she did check it, there would be an email from some old contact. It was this second email address that she had given to DJ, and it was the one to which she had just sent all the photos.That done, she started packing both her and Ray’s suitcases. By 4:15, the bulk of the packing done, Ray arrived back to the room.”Christ, I’m tired. You look good and fresh. Have you finished packing?””Not quite. I haven’t done all of yours as I didn’t know what you wanted to wear.”Ray came over and kissed her. She couldn’t help but turn her head to the side; she was so guilty. He picked out some casual clothes and headed for the shower. Calling out to ask her to finish packing for him.Showered and dressed, Ray lay on the bed and motioned Carol to come and have a cuddle. But she made an excuse that she had more to do and told him to shut his eyes for half an hour and that she would wake him if he fell asleep.She had realised she had forgotten to put concealer on her neck to cover the hickies Kurt had given her. So when Ray lay back and closed his eyes, she ducked into the bathroom and applied the concealer. Carol was pleased to see that the bruise-like mark was already fading. In a couple more days, she may be able to relax a little.Carol came out of the bathroom and saw that Ray had relaxed and slowed his breathing. When it was time to head down and check out, she had to rouse him from his slumber.Downstairs, Ray took their passports and joined the line to check out. Carol stayed with the bags and, leaning against the wall, pondered what she should tell Ray. She became aware of a presence alongside her and jumped when a woman spoke in her ear.”High, I’m Barbara, Ed’s wife; we met two nights ago but never spoke to one another.”Carol looked at the woman, her mind still half focussed on her infidelity and what to do about it, when it came to her that Barbara was the England CEO’s wife. She awkwardly stammered out a hello.”Sorry, I was miles away. But, yes, I wasn’t in a good state of mind at the dinner the other night; I never really found a moment to say much to anyone.””I can see you have a lot on your mind. Do you want to talk about it? Having an affair can be so taxing.”Carol wasn’t sure she had heard correctly. Her stomach did twenty summersaults, and her mind floundered about, searching for a suitable response. She snapped her head up to look at the woman’s expression and was slightly relieved to see no malice, just a friendly, sympathetic smile.”Don’t panic. I’m only offering you an ear to unburden yourself. I don’t want you to make any mistakes.”Carol’s first instinct was to deny it, but the knowing look Barbara gave her told her she was well and truly caught. “How do you know? Is it that obvious just by looking at me?”Barbara laughed, “No. I’m not clairvoyant or anything. I was in the Spa a couple of hours ago and saw you get out of a large dark vehicle and kiss a very handsome dark man. The kiss was not one that you give a casual driver. It was very passionate.””Oh, God! Please don’t tell your husband.””I have no intention of telling Ed or anyone else, but I think you are pondering if you should tell Ray about your affair. That would be a huge mistake. So again, I’d like to talk with you and offer advice. That is if you would like it, as I have been in similar situations myself and know many of the pitfalls.”Carol looked over to where Ray was. And saw that he was now only one place back in the checkout line. “Can I sit by you and talk on the bus?””No, I’ve been on a couple of these trips. Everyone is tired and will spread out to all the empty seats to sleep. So there will be nowhere private. Two questions; Is this your first affair?””Yes, I have been absolutely faithful. Never ever thought I would commit adultery.””I thought so. Observing you at dinner the other night, I formed the opinion that you were a good faithful wife. Okay, have you stayed in the hotel Anadolu Yakası Escort in LA before?””No, it’s my first time to the States with Ray.” As she said this, she studied Barbara for the first time. She decided the woman must have been stunning in her day, as she was a very handsome woman now and had to be in her early sixties.Barbara continued, “Well, there is a pool bar at the hotel. I’ll meet you there at 10:00 tomorrow morning. Please don’t say anything to Ray tonight or before he heads off to his meetings tomorrow. Think about how his knowing about today would shape his life and yours. Do you have children?” Seeing Carol nod her head and mouth ‘two’, Barbara continued, “Well, that makes it even more important that you keep your affair to yourself. I’ll see you in the morning.” And she wandered away to stand by her husband, Ed.Ray walked over, “All checked out. We have time for a coffee if you want.” And he picked up their bags and set off for the coffee shop, where they joined some other delegates to wait for the bus.The bus was a fifty-two seater, and as there were only twenty-seven senior managers and six wives on board, everyone immediately spread out, trying to claim the spare seats. Ray threw his briefcase on the seat behind them but sat next to Carol.Ray looking quite concerned, asked, “What did you do today, dear? You seem a little out of sorts and distracted since I’ve gotten back.””I’m alright, just one of my heavy periods coming on, I think; my stomach is cramping up.””Bugger, I was looking forward to some fun and games. I’ll just have to meet with Mrs Palmer and her daughters for the next few days.”Carol told him about her trip to the Grand Canyon. And that she had gone with the husband of the couple that she had gone dancing with the night before. She mentioned that she had met Tracy and Russell on the flight and that Tracy had made some lewd comments.”I remember them. At the last party, we were at, Tracy tried to talk me into having a foursome. Said her husband fancied you. They’re swingers, you know?””You didn’t tell me that.””Didn’t want to upset you, and I knew you would never go for that, so I didn’t bother telling you.””Well, I should mention to you that the guy I went with was black, and Tracy made it pretty plain she fancied him, and I think she may have slipped him her phone number.”Ray asked her how she had met a black couple and when she had found out she was going to the Grand Canyon. Carol kept her explanations as close to the truth as possible, only bending the facts when she had to.”Anyway, be prepared. Tracy is likely to bait you next time we meet them about my having a black lover. She certainly gave me hell when she saw us.””As if! Christ, I wouldn’t believe that if she told me she watched you with him. I know you would never play around.”Ray rose then, stretched out on the seat behind, and soon was lightly snoring away, leaving Carol feeling pretty rotten about what she had done.——The following day Ray left the room for his meetings at around 8:00 am. Carol didn’t rise until almost 9:00 and wandered down to breakfast. She saw Barbara exiting the lift, so she waited for her, and they got a table together,Barbara asked if she had weathered the night without letting any secrets slip. And Carol told her what she had disclosed. But couldn’t say much more as they were joined by two of the other wives. But Barbara did mention she had flown over the Grand Canyon on one visit.Then whispered, “I don’t think it would have been as interesting a trip as yours, though. I can’t wait to hear about it.”After breakfast, they both went back to their rooms to get changed for the pool, and just before 10:00, they seated themselves at a table by the pool bar.They each ordered a Pina Colada, and while waiting for it, she asked Barbara about Ray playing up at the final dinner. Carol explained that when she got home that night, he had been as drunk as she had ever seen him and told her he had been kissing another woman.”I subtly quizzed him about it yesterday, but he acted as if he did not know what I was talking about.””Ah, men, They are quite useless, aren’t they? He did kiss one of the show models, but it went no further than that. Is that all you need to know?””No. I’d like to know how Ray came to be kissing her. And also, why he got so drunk. I caught him cheating a couple of years ago, and he promised he would never cheat again. That’s why I was upset at dinner the other night, as he wouldn’t take me to that dinner, and I knew all those models would be there. So when your husband told me you were going, I got pretty pissed.”Barbara hesitated, then said, “Is this you’re trying to find dirt on him so you can feel good about yourself, or do you want to Anadolu Yakası Escort Bayan sort it with him so you can make sure it is not a threat to your marriage?””I don’t know. Maybe! But I need to know either way. It was partly me being upset with Ray that put me in the situation I got in.””Okay, first, you have to understand who the trade show models are. So sit back and relax. It’s going to be a long story.”Barbara paused, trying to sort her thoughts in order.”Ed has been bringing me to the trade shows both here in Vegas and the alternate one in Orlando for about ten years now. And over time, I have developed an almost morbid fascination with the show models. They are hired to look pretty and pull male clients onto the stand. Almost every stand will have one or two in some instances. But the money they earn working on the stand is a pittance to what they can earn on their backs at night. So many of them are actually up-market hookers.”Carol butted in and said she had heard Ray telling some mates about the show models two years before. And that they charged about $5000 for a bonk.”Yes, well, on the final night, they try and get a lot more than that. Over the length of the show, they try and groom clients. They may be visitors or the stand staff. But the good money is with nailing the big bosses. And it has become a tradition that this happens at the final dinner, where people get drunk and let their hair down. They aim to get at least one punter to cough up a big sum.””But how does that relate to Ray? He’s not one of the wealthy managers; that would be Bob or Geoffrey on our stand.”Barbara continued, “I pop into the show every day for an hour or so. I delight in watching them work. The model with her eye on Ray was extremely attractive and in her late teens. She had been flirting with him all week. I think she genuinely fancied him. He had bargained her down nearly $3,000 but couldn’t get her down to anywhere near the amount he wanted.Carol let out a small gasp and muttered, “The bastard.”Barbara put her hand on Carol’s arm, “Look, he may have been serious, but I think he was just playing with her, seeing how low he could bargain her down.”Anyway, last night she was all over him, but being the final night, she wanted $8,000. Ray was sitting with Ed and me, and the model turned up the heat. She sat in his lap, wriggling her butt around and kissing him. I heard her saying she had an offer from an Asian guy on the stand next to ours for $10,000, and there was no way she was dropping below eight. Well, after about an hour, she got angry with Ray and took off to another table to sit on some little Asia guy’s lap.And soon they up and left the room. Ray was pissed and started drinking heavily.””So he got plastered because he didn’t make out, The rotten bastard.””Pot calling the kettle black, don’t you think?””Yes, I suppose so. Why do you have a thing about watching the show models.””I suppose If I’m to get you to open up, I guess I need to tell you a bit about myself, and then maybe you will open up with me, as I’m incredibly intrigued by how you managed to fuck a black man.Opening up about my own life will be something new for me. I have never opened up and talked about my past with anyone. So all we discuss here today is to be kept between us. Okay?””Yes, I can keep a secret.””Okay, here goes. I was a hooker myself for four years. So watching these girls work intrigues me.”Carol almost dropped her drink. She would have been less surprised if Barbara had said the Queen was her cousin. After all, she did look aristocratic. She squeaked out, “How?”Barbara again said it was a long story and started talking.”I grew up in a coal village in Wales. My father was in a senior management position. By the time I reached my teens, he had already worked his way up from cleaning up the coal dregs in the earth’s bowels. He didn’t want his kids to have anything to do with the mines and spent every working hour saving his earnings so he could send us all to University. My two brothers had all but finished their degrees by the time I was sixteen. Then calamity hit. The mines closed, with little prospect of him ever getting employment again. He did get a redundancy payment, but that was never going to last until he was sixty-five and could go on a pension. And so it looked like I was destined to become a shop assistant.”Barbara took a sip of her drink and then continued. “I worked my butt off and landed a half scholarship at University College London. But I still needed to find an extra couple of thousand pounds, plus money for board and keep. So my prospects were looking pretty gloomy. One day my father came home, took me aside and told me he had approached the guy that owned the Escort Anadolu Yakası mine and asked him for a loan to send me to UCL and that I had an appointment to see the guy the next day.”So 11:00 the following day saw me waiting at the bus stop, ready to travel into the city for a lunchtime meeting. I couldn’t understand why my father was crying when I had left and had told me I didn’t have to do anything I didn’t want and that he would find another way. However, I was soon to understand. When I caught that bus that morning, I was a seventeen-year-old virgin; four hours later, when I returned home, my virginity was well gone. But I did have the promise of free board in London and a cheque for the remaining university fees.Charles was the pit owner’s name. He owned a two-bedroom apartment in Camden Town, Primrose Hill, to be exact. He only used the apartment three or four times a year when he came to London to sort the accounts and his taxes. The apartment was only a fifteen-minute walk from UCL, so it was ideal for me. I was under no illusions about his future visits to London and was quite prepared to succumb to his attentions to keep the arrangement going. To survive, I took a job at a local bookstore, but the money was not good, so I was going hungry most weeks. I had dates with guys I met at Uni, hoping they would buy me a meal, but many were just as hard up as I was.”Barbara paused, but Carol waved at her to continue, fascinated as to where this was leading.”On his first visit, I told Charles I was struggling and asked for more money. But the bastard had gotten a bit tight now he had taken my virginity. So I only managed to wrangle $50.00 from him for a night of sex. It was enough to keep me for the following month or so, though. On Charles’s second visit, about six months after I arrived in London, he brought a friend. They wanted a threesome, something I was not at all keen about; I mean, we are talking about two old buggars. Charles had to be seventy, and this new admirer was Charles’ banker, a Jew called Levi. He was about sixty and as ugly as sin.I held out until the money they were offering became impossible to refuse. And so started my demise into the oldest profession.”Carol gasped out, “God, that must have been horrible.””No, once the lights were out, I just closed my eyes, decided to grin, bear it, and thought about all the money. But as the night wore on, I started to enjoy it. Levi turned out to be an incredible lover, bloody kinky, but he got me off every time he fucked me. For the next few months, Levi came around weekly and paid me two hundred pounds a pop. Put that in perspective; the average wage was around twelve pounds a week at the time. So I was suddenly able to buy clothes and eat well.”Then one night, Levi turned up with a business acquaintance and tried to negotiate with me for another threesome. I asked for five hundred pounds for the night; they didn’t even blink. I wished I had asked double that amount.”The guy Levi had with him was half his age and must have fucked me six times and in every position and hole, you could imagine. Levi himself took me several times. The next day I could hardly walk, but fuck was I satisfied, especially when I walked to the bank and deposited my ill-earned gains. My reputation must have passed quickly around the banking fraternity, as I slept with two or three clients every week for the next three and a half years. One night Levi brought me to an Arab prince to service; he paid two thousand pounds for the night.””Does your husband know?” Carol asked.”He knows my background and that I turned tricks to pay my way through college. But we have never discussed it, so he knows none of the details I have shared with you.””Did you see Levi or his colleagues after you had earned your degree?””I’ve never turned a trick since I graduated. But I did bump into a couple of my clients through my work.As an aside, a couple of days after graduating, I called Charles and negotiated the purchase of the apartment. Of course, he didn’t want to sell, but early in my second year of Varsity, I had a hidden camera installed in my bedroom. Not for blackmail purposes but to satisfy my voyeuristic desires. During the meeting with Charles, I dropped a couple of photos of us together and said he could have both negatives and all images I possessed, but in return, I wanted to purchase the apartment. He didn’t put up much of a fight about selling to me. But he was a hard bastard when it came to the price. I had to pay close to market value; it was the best deal I ever made, though. I still own the apartment today, and it is valued in the millions. So if you and Ray ever get to visit the UK, just ask, and you are free to use it. A couple of joint venture owners have used it on their visits.”Carol laughed, “Is the camera still operating? I wouldn’t be very comfortable staying there knowing you were taking photos or video.””Ha! You have a quick mind. Yes, there are now several video cameras installed. But that old camera is long gone. I would show you where they are and how to turn them on and off if you wanted?”

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Solo on a Train

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Having just read his account of me bringing myself off with his phone in the bar that night – I just had to tell him about another time when I did something similar. It was almost a year earlier, when I indulged myself for most of a long commuter ride home from the city. It wasn’t the only time either, but I’ll just tell you about this one for now…

Rush-hour got a new meaning for me that day – I had just done my shift, and was huddled bored and alone, sat there ten minutes before departure in the first compartment of the mostly empty train carriage – its engines running and vibrating steadily while it waited at the terminus station, ready to be filled by yet more solemn commuters going home.

Being naturally horny pretty much all the time, and especially so when bored, I was habitually sliding in and out of that happy-place, where my day-dream fantasies lived; and the train’s vibrations were beginning to have a predictable effect, a situation not helped by the fact that I wasn’t wearing any panties, or a bra under my habitual skin-tight clothes.

I glanced along the carriage, still seeing only a few others in there with me, but no one close by. Outside, a loose crowd of rushing commuters were flowing past my window seat in a steady mass, heading for the middle and forward carriages, their attention locked ahead with only the occasional one glancing in through the windows when passing – a lonely soul looking for another lonely soul, no doubt.

An idea occurred out of that observation – Ümraniye Escort the timing before departure felt like it fitted, and my time on the stage had taught me that the scene was now definitely set, and must be acted out – I smiled.

Putting my feet up on the seat opposite, I gave the carriage a last look before lightly brushing a hand over my breasts, letting the thumb linger and concentrate its attentions on each nipple, already growing hard in approval of what my mind had planned – seeing that no one was paying any attention, I openly began stroking them, cupping a breast with each hand and caressing them for a few seconds each, feeling the jolt-thrill fill me from nipples to belly to crotch, and back again. Opening my outstretched legs slightly, I felt the wetness of ready lips sticky against the fabric, and began enhancing the feelings bouncing around inside me, by tracing fingers lightly and slowly along the inside of my thighs. My nipples were now very hard, and clearly visible through the tight fabric of my top – I was ready.

Unfastening my jeans, I slipped one hand inside, trying not to make a sound as my fingers slid over tight-cropped pubes, touching shaven lips sensitive from their day-long contact with smooth-worn denim, knowing that my juices had dampened them to that softness from many occasions before – and that just added to the wetness. I have a very sensitive clit, and so do not touch her directly as much as many women, but slid a finger into the Ümraniye Escort Bayan wetness ready and waiting below – down and inside me with one smooth motion. I bit my lip.

Gently sliding the finger in and out, half keeping an eye on the other passengers, my fantasy just wanted one of them to notice – man or woman, it did not matter. I was very wet with the thrill of what I was doing so openly, should someone just happen to look…

The carriage had begun to fill up more now – and although vague glances were cast in my direction, just seeing me sat there in the back, all by myself – still no one came to sit near me. I’m sure my actions were partially masked by the seat back opposite, but my posture and heavy-lidded expression must have given something away.

My fantasy explored that possibility though, having one or two of them choose the seat opposite me, maybe just to watch, or join in, maybe both…and then more… I was incredibly wet by then, with two fingers easily sliding in and out, and providing plenty of accompanying soft, wet noises.

Opening my legs wider, I added a third finger, and angling my hand further forward and down, so my thumb could press against my clit, I started sliding the unholy trio faster in and out, deliciously catching my g-spot with random strokes. My window had become a little steamed up, and was not alone – yet maybe that was for the best, as my pubes were now openly visible for anyone looking directly into the carriage Escort Ümraniye from outside, thumb against my clit and pressed urgently deep upwards between my lips – they would have seen it all.

But I wasn’t thinking about all that just then, I was close to what was promising to be a wonderful and shattering orgasm, with my fingers shuttling in and out, I clamped my lips together, breath in-held to stop the moans and groans that wanted so badly to escape.

With a jolt, the train pulled forward, and at that same moment, I came with a jolt of my own. Looking finally outside as the world came slowly back to me, I saw a scatter of commuters too late for the train, now stood there bitter and aimless along the platform.

I pulled my hand out, and casually sucked my fingers dry in full view of those that saw me, leaving that image in their minds to distract their attention from the coming wait. Only then did I zip my jeans back up again.

I was so relaxed and very pleased with myself – there is nothing quite like that just-orgasmed feeling whilst sat amongst a crowd, and although satiated I couldn’t stop there. Throughout the hour-long journey I kept on teasing myself whenever the need came back, although less openly than before, especially when others finally did come and fill up the seats next to and opposite mine. I still was able to play with myself with them hid behind their newspapers, or keeping my hand busy under the mask of my coat flaps, just letting the pheromones in the air play their game on them. Hopefully there would be a lot of surprised and satisfied housewives later, along this particular commuter route.

I came eight times that journey, and I wonder still if any of them even knew what had been going on, or why the quiet eighteen year old sat between them, had been so flushed?

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“Stupid fucking car.” Tobin kicked the car door shut and looked around for any signs of civilization.Of course, he found none. Not wanting to wait to be murdered, he sauntered off into the strange-looking forest.Every little sound made him jump and he cursed himself every time for being such a pussy. Fuck, he wanted pussy. Lily was a fucking cunt. She cheated her way through New York City and he’d had to give up more alimony than he was willing to give.He found the neon green leaves to be very strange, yet mesmerizing. And just to his luck, there was no cell reception either.A few minutes of walking later, he abruptly stopped. What in the bloody hell? He Ataşehir Escort saw an arm. He closed his eyes, muttered a prayer to the Lord and walked further to see what…or who it was.”Hello?”He gasped when she turned around. Blue, doe-like eyes stared back at him. His cock immediately became stiff in his pants. How long had it been since he’d fucked someone? One year? Two years? He couldn’t remember.Her platinum blonde hair shone in the bare amount of sunlight which filtered through the thick canopy of trees.”What’s your name?” He crouched in front of her and the innocence in her face reeled him in.”P-poppy.””What Ataşehir Escort Bayan are you doing here? You lost or something?””I live here.”When he looked at her, really looked at her, he saw that her skin was glittering and there was no make-up on her face. Still, she looked other-worldly.He didn’t want to believe it, but he decided to ask her another question.”What…are you?””I’m a pixie.””Huh. Aren’t pixies supposed to be the size of flies?””No sir. Those are just myths.”He liked her calling him ‘sir’. He shook his head and tried to clear the lust from his brain.”Okay. Good to know. I’ve gotta go.”Just as he Escort Ataşehir turned to leave, she clutched his leg and shoved her face into his crotch.”What the fuck are you doing?””Please don’t leave.”Her eyes shone as if she was about to cry. An idea immediately formed in his mind.”Hmm. I could stay, on one condition.”She looked hopeful, right how he wanted her.”Unzip my pants.”She looked unsure, but did so with trembling fingers.”Pull my boxers down.”She obeyed and her eyes widened at the huge cock that sprung free.She tentatively touched it and he could see her corset or whatever it was that she was wearing, could barely contain her tits. So, he did them both a favor and tugged it down, exposing her lush tits with pebbled red nipples.Without warning, she licked his tip and he moaned. Feeling encouraged, she took half of him into her mouth. God, it felt like heaven. He twisted her hair in his fist and pushed her further down, making her choke on his dick.

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She Set Out to Play

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She set out to play seriously this time. The girl knew she had a need, a very strong need. Her body was screaming for the attention it so richly deserved. Her breasts ached with desire the nipples standing erect in excited anticipation. She removed her clothing one item at a time stripping slowly and sensually in front of the large gold coloured mirror standing on the oak dresser by the foot of her soft king sized bed.

Her heavy breasts swung freely as she removed the black lace wisp of a bra and she caressed the full breasts slowly and sensually then lovingly attached the longish dangling gold coloured nipple clamps. She adjusted the clamps to the way she liked them; tight and pinching but not so painful she couldn’t withstand it easily. She swayed her body just the slightest bit in order to watch them swing back and forth from her protruding deep pink nipples. She loved her breasts they were so beautiful, the skin so smooth the nipples so large, dark and erect.

Her hands slid further down toward where her femaleness began to round up into a soft hairless mound. She stroked Ataşehir Escort slowly and softly, shivering at the smoothness of it, wondering in its silken simplicity. She had just stepped out of the bath and had finished her daily ritual of shaving and rubbing lotion into her supple white skin. She loved the feeling of herself when she was freshly shaven and clean. Her pussy was feeling tingly and warm and she had not even begun to touch herself. Sliding a long slender red painted fingertip down the cleft she found her swollen female centre and rubbed it lightly. She ran the fingertip over and over again so lightly as to tease.

When she was feeling fully aroused she walked over to the small brass bound trunk where she kept her toys, kneeling down gracefully she opened the clasps and lifted up the lid. The girl pawed her way through the confusion and tumble trying to find just the right toys for the play scenario she had in mind for today. Mmmm she smiled to herself withdrawing a large beautiful, but not huge, heavy latex rubber g spot dildo; she Ataşehir Escort Bayan dug a little deeper and came up with a long slim purple vibrating anal intruder with a bulbous head. She smiled widely when she found next a hand held multi-speed vibrator. Still smiling she walked back toward her bed shed prepared a place in front of the large mirror on her dresser at the foot of the bed by lying a soft fluffy large bath towel across the bed

She lightly lubricated the slim line dildo and bending over, she slowly worked it into her puckered tight hole twisting it slightly until a good couple of inches were inside her backdoor then she turned it on, the buzzing was good and was felt high up into her bowels. She simply lay enjoying it for a few moments, letting the momentum build. She then reached for the big rubber dildo, the girl was so roused, almost helpless in desire, by now that she there was no need to lubricate the rubber cock or her pussy and she slid it right in. She drove it in and out, slowly, deeply; imagining she was bound and helpless Escort Ataşehir and her lover was shoving the toy in and out of her sopping wet bald cunt.

She felt she was getting closer to her climax and so lay back gently on the bed grinding her hips desperately driving the anal vibrator in and out of her darkest passage. She put her headphones over her ears and turned the disk-man on to the highest volume. She could hear nothing but her music. She closed her eyes to simulate a blindfold, she found herself totally out of touch with every thing but her body and the sexual bombard it was undergoing. She placed the vibrator firmly on her swollen clit. She could feel the sensations build. She dreamt of a phantom lover all over her and he was taking pictures of her while she lay bound helpless and in the throws of orgasm.

And with that thought going through her mind, it happened. The waves of pleasure began at her feet and she could feel it move up and enveloping her in ecstasy. She began to buck wildly. Moaning loudly, biting her lip to stay silent she exploded into full blown orgasm, her body spasming on the bed as shock after shock after shock hit her whole being. Then she lay still, chest heaving, vibrators still buzzing, music still playing.

She felt her head phones being lifted off and a soft deep voice whispered in her ear.

“Lovely show my pet, Master is pleased!”

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