—————————— Part (8) ■ Sarah Sunbathing ■ ——————————

          [ s e x u a l   c o n t e n t :  2/5 ]

This is the eighth chapter of this 14-part story from my twenties, when my girlfriend and I moved into a duplex in a low-rent neighborhood. In this chapter I see the last of the waif and catch Sarah sunbathing in Danny’s backyard. 

Note: Although this story is fiction, all characters and situations in this series are based on reality. About 6-years of events in the eighties have been compressed into one long summer with the intent to make the chapters more readable, but unfortunately it can also make them less believable. It is up to the reader to decide what is fantasy.

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I was understandably pretty groggy that morning after the party and had to concentrate when I made coffee. The place was a mess, with bottles and glasses scattered around, and spills everywhere. I started cleaning while I waited for the coffee to brew. 

Lisa walked upstairs and joined me in the kitchen. She was wearing the sweater dress from the night before. I smiled and looked her up and down, “I like your dress! Have I seen that before?”

She gave me a smirk, “Ha. Ha. Ha… very funny.” 

I handed her a cup of coffee, “Can I get you any sugar… or cream?” She shot me a look at the word ‘cream’, then smiled and shook her head. “No, just black is fine… thank you.”

She somehow looked even more beautiful this morning without makeup than she did the night before. Her body in that tight sweater dress did too, but that was likely because now I knew what she looked like underneath. I realized my quiet crush on her had quickly developed into something a lot greater after last night. I wondered how stable her relationship with Rick could be, considering she made love with me last night. I would say the same thing about my relationship with Denise. 

I laughed to myself… maybe Rick would be open to a trade? I just stared at her and smiled.

….. don’t make this uncomfortable for her. You don’t know what thoughts are going through her head right now

“How are you feeling this morning? I have to admit I am pretty hung-over.”

“I’m actually pretty good. I really shouldn’t drink that much… I can get kinda wild sometimes.” She looked at me and smiled in a way that told me she was okay with what went down.

“Me too. I hope I wasn’t too obnoxious… I hope I didn’t do anything wrong or embarrassing last night.”

She laughed, “Well, maybe, but not to me anyway.” Her smile widened, and she looked down at my crotch.

Denise walked in, still in her robe, messy hair and looking quite hung-over. I poured her a cup of coffee. “Thanks… I need about six more of those this morning. I’m never touching tequila again. Lisa, did you sleep on the couch?”

Lisa and I both laughed, and Lisa spit out, “You don’t remember? I slept with you, girlfriend. You demanded that I crawl in bed with you. You wanted to ‘cuddle’ with me like when we were younger.”

Denise gave her a blank stare, then looked over at me. I laughed at her expression, “Well, I wasn’t going to complain… Lisa, you can stay overnight here anytime you want.”

“Gawd… I don’t remember any of that. The last thing I recall is sucking on Rick’s bare chest when we were dancing.” She looked over at Lisa, “I’m sorry, Lisa… I hope you’re not angry with me.”

“Not in the least… you know me. And it looked like Rick was enjoying it. We were all pretty drunk last night.”

The conversation went on for a while, laughing over things that we remembered from the night. Lisa finally walked over and bent down to hug Denise, who was sitting at the table, “I had better head out. I promised Katie we would go out shopping today and I still need to go home and change. Thank you for everything, and thanks for letting me sleep here last night.”

Denise squeezed her hands, “I loved seeing you again… it’s been way too long. Let’s get together for coffee next week if you can.” 

Lisa nodded to her, “Definitely. I’ll call you later in the week.” 

I followed her out to the front, and gave her a big hug before opening the door. She hugged me tightly, “We have to do this again. I had a really great time.” I thought back to holding her close to me after we made love, just hours ago. She dragged her hand across the front of my robe as she turned to go, hitting my dick in the process, and flashed a flirtatious smile. I watched her walk down our stairs until she reached the bottom and rounded the corner. 

I closed the door and walked around onto the front deck and watched her as she pulled away. I turned to go back inside, then noticed Debbie across the street on her front deck, watching me. She was an early riser, in her jogging attire, and here I was still in my robe. She waved at me and I could see she was laughing a little. I waved back and went inside.

She must have seen Lisa leave our house. Lisa was definitely taking the ‘walk of shame’ in her tight little dress. Her little body condom is nothing anyone would wear at this hour Saturday morning. I laughed when I thought of what it looked like. 

….. actually, what it looked like was dead accurate

“Did you call in sick today?”

Denise was still slumped in the chair, sipping her coffee, “Kinda… Kevin let me take the day off. I’m making up the time tomorrow.”

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………………………………………….. Sunday ……………………………………………..

Tomorrow arrived soon enough. Denise was out the door before I got out of bed. I dragged myself upstairs and poured a cup of coffee. I couldn’t get my mind off of Lisa. She was smart, cute as hell, had a knock-out body, a good job… I always had admired her, but after Friday night I swear I was infatuated. She had been seeing Rick for quite a while now, and though I liked Rick I thought she could do better… Rick seemed like a womanizer. 

Then I reflected on my own life and wondered what she would think of me seducing the underage sisters up the street. Or flirting with half the neighborhood. Or fucking the waif next door…

….. Fuck! …what was I thinking? …I just had unprotected anal sex with that skinny druggie just the week before …Christ

If I got an STD from her and gave it to Lisa I would simply have to kill myself.

I sat there in shock. I couldn’t believe that wasn’t on my mind before now. My heart was racing thinking about the possible consequences. I poured myself a short glass of scotch to calm my nerves… at 10:00 in the morning. 

I paced around the house and tried to calm down. I started cleaning the kitchen, even though Denise and I had already cleaned a bunch after Friday’s party. I collected the garbage from upstairs and down, and took it out to the trash bin on the side of the house. 

I looked over at the house next door and the waif was sitting on their back steps, crying. There was yellow police tape across the back door. I put the bags in the bin and worked my way through the shrubs and walked over to her. She looked up at me when she heard the footsteps. 

“Hey… I didn’t mean to startle you.”

….. I didn’t know what to say …somehow, ‘I saw your boyfriend got arrested’, or ‘Are you going to jail too?’ seemed a little heartless

“Oh, hi… I’m sorry.. I’m a bit of a mess right now.”

“I can imagine. I saw Cliff… I mean… what’s going to happen now?”

“I don’t know. He’s pretty well fucked. I’m safe since I’m not on the lease. I told them I was just visiting him and didn’t know he was selling. Still, I’m not even supposed to be here now. I had to break in to sleep here last night, otherwise I am out on the street. The cops took all the stuff… everything, including the money, so I am broke.’

“Do you have any friends or family you can stay with? What about your parents?”

“I don’t really know anybody around here, at least no one that would take me in. I’m definitely the black sheep in my family… they all hate me. My dad’s in prison, and my mom lives in Montana… a long way from here. I haven’t spoken to her in over a year.” 

“How are you doing on food? Have you eaten anything today?”

“Not yet… I’m not escort gaziantep manken bayan really hungry. No pot and no booze is hitting me harder than no food.” She laughed at herself on this comment.

“You should call your mother. Just tell her you are sorry for everything that has gone on, and you want to turn your life around. I’m sure she would help… as long as you haven’t completely burned that bridge.”

“It doesn’t matter. Cliff’s car was impounded, and I don’t have any money to get to Montana.”

“Don’t worry about that. Just call your mom and talk to her. I’ll pick up some stuff for you to eat. You need to stay healthy.”

She looked at me and wiped her tears and managed a small smile. 

I walked back to the house and grabbed my wallet and keys, and headed to the store… and the bank.

When I returned, she was no longer on the back steps. I carried the shopping bag up to the back porch and knocked on the door. She opened the door and smiled when she saw the bag I was carrying. I handed it to her over the yellow tape and she carried it back into the house. When she came back to the door I asked her if she had spoken with her mom. She had, and her mom was supportive of her starting over again at her house in Montana. I smiled widely, then handed her an envelope, “There is $500 in there, which should be enough to get you to your mom’s place in Montana.”

“Oh my God… seriously?” A wide smile swept across her face and her eyes teared up. 

“You might want to take the bus to save some money, and use the rest to pay for food and stuff along the way.”

“Oh my God… I can’t believe you. How can I pay you back?”

“Just promise me you won’t blow any of this on drugs or alcohol. Get a job when you get to Montana. Any job, and work hard at it. It will take a while but it will get better.”

“Can I give you a blow job? Or fuck you? I will let you do anything you want to me.”

I smiled and shook my head, “As good as that sounds, I can’t. I’m not doing this for sex. I want you to succeed and start a better life.”

“Can I at least get a hug?”

I stepped forward and hugged her over the yellow tape. She squeezed me for a long time, then broke away, “Thank you. I promise I’m gonna make it.”

I smiled and walked down the steps. When I got to the bottom she said, rather too loudly, “Bye! I’m sure gonna miss that big dick of yours!” I glanced around to see if anyone could have heard her, then went inside and started working on the car. 

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…………………………………….Sarah’s lesson…………………………………………

Things were busy down at the office that week. I worked late most nights to catch up and didn’t really have much time to work on the car. I came home mid-week for lunch, as I did more often than not, but this day when I looked out the kitchen window I saw Sarah out sunbathing in Danny’s backyard. She was laying on a towel in the middle of the yard, and kept looking up at my kitchen window. I realized she couldn’t see me because of the reflection from the bright day, so slid the window aside and waved. She waved back energetically, and I saw her mouth “Hi Jeff!”, then she jumped up and went inside Danny’s house. 

A few minutes passed and I heard a knock on the door. It was Sarah, standing there with nothing on but her string bikini. She smiled widely upon seeing me, braces fully exposed without trying to cover them with her hand. I rushed her inside, “What are you doing? You can’t just walk around like that!”

Her smile dropped and she glanced downwards, “You don’t like my suit?”

I closed the door and looked her up and down, “Oh! You ARE wearing a suit. I thought you were naked at first!”

She laughed at my teasing, and then spun around and struck a flirty pose. She did look naked in this skimpy bikini. Sarah was quite voluptuous and the white string bikini was simply too small to properly cover her. Somehow her pale skin made her look even more naked than she was. Her skin was as light as I think I have ever seen, but maybe that was because there was so much skin showing. “Are you wearing sunscreen? You could really get a nasty burn out today.”

“I don’t want sunscreen…  I am way too white; I want to tan. Do you have any baby oil? I put a little on my legs, but I ran out… and I can’t do my back.”

I looked down at her legs again and could see she had rubbed oil on them. I could also see a nice camel toe showing through her bikini bottoms.

“I think we have some baby oil- I’ll check.” I went downstairs and grabbed the baby oil from the bathroom, and a large beach towel from the closet. This girl shouldn’t be out in the sun like this, but the opportunity to rub oil on her was too good to pass up. Sarah was in the kitchen standing by the fridge when I came back up, “Do you have anything to drink?”

“Sure… help yourself.” I stepped closer and watched her as she opened the fridge and grabbed a beer. Knowing I was watching her, she stayed bent over for a few moments to let me get a good look at her boobs hanging down in front of the open fridge before standing back up. She downed about a third of the beer with her first drink. “You found some oil?”

I held the bottle up for her to see, then turned and walked into the living room. I spread the towel out on the couch and motioned for her to lie down on it. She laid face-down on the towel, and reached back and pulled her hair up off her shoulders. I crawled onto the couch at her feet and poured a small line of oil up the back of her calves. 

Her body jumped when the oil hit her legs, “Whoa! That’s cold!” 

“I’m sorry. I’ll warm it up in my hands next time.” 

I started rubbing the oil onto her legs, down to her ankles and onto her feet. Sarah moaned lightly as I massaged her feet, letting me know when I was doing the right things. Her feet felt tiny in my hands, especially when I looked up at her round ass. The white bottoms of her suit made it look like she was just wearing panties. I moved up her legs and she giggled as I rubbed over the soft flesh on the back of her knees, “That tickles!” 

“Where’s Danny? I didn’t see him in the back yard with you.”

“He’s out in the valley with his mom and dad. They said I could hang out in the backyard as long as I wanted. I don’t know where Becky is today.”

I knelt down between her legs to reach her thighs, moving her legs apart slightly to fit between, then she spread them open a little further for me. Now I could see the crotch of her bikini bottoms, and her camel toe from a better angle. I moved up a bit and rubbed the oil further up her legs, squeezing and massaging her pale thighs. I thought about how different her body felt as compared to the skinny little waif. Sarah was a little chubby, especially compared to the boney girl next door, but her body felt tight… probably because she was so much younger. My dick was getting hard as I stared up between her legs. 

“So how are things going with you and Danny? The last time we spoke you were a little frustrated.”

Sarah let out a small sigh, “Still there… I mean we don’t have a lot of opportunities, but even when we have been alone he seemed scared, or self-conscious. Or maybe he just isn’t interested.”

I ran my hands up her thighs until I touched the bottom hem of her bikini bottoms.

She gasped, “Oh! I don’t want to get any oil on this! It’s new… I don’t want to get it stained.”

“I’m sorry… here…” I wiped my hands off on a corner of the beach towel, then grabbed the bottom edge of her suit and pulled it upwards a little. She let out a small gasp and her ass cheeks tightened, then she relaxed and giggled, “Sorry, I didn’t know what you were doing.”

I figured her reaction was a setback to my horny plans, but then she reached back and hooked her hands under both sides of her bottoms and pulled them upwards, much further than I had. She rocked side to side and spread her legs further apart as she worked them up into the crack of her round ass. I caught a glimpse of red pubic hair when she pulled the material away from her body.

“That’s better…” I ran my hands up her thighs again, this time onto the curves of her ass, then escort gaziantep masaj yapan bayan down between her legs.

I stared up her crotch as I massaged her thighs, kneading and pulling the flesh and trying not to be too obvious when I spread her ass apart to try and get a better look. “I can’t imagine he isn’t interested. Has he seen you in this bikini yet? You look pretty fucking hot.”

“You really think so? I’m so pale, I get really self-conscious when I wear a bathing suit.”

“You have flawless, beautiful porcelain skin. I don’t think you should be tanning at all. I love the way you look.”

“Really? I haven’t been tanning before today. Mom says I shouldn’t.”

I wiped my hands again and reached up to pull the top of her bikini bottom downwards a bit, until the top of her ass crack was exposed, “I can see that… you don’t even have any tan lines. I think that is sexy as hell.” I moved up and straddled her left thigh, pushed my right knee up against her crotch, and started massaging her lower back. I realized my jeans were getting oil on them, but I could change later. 

I reached out for the oil, then put the bottle back down and untied her bikini top and threw the straps to the side. “There… I don’t want to get oil on your bikini.” She just giggled.

I squirted some oil on my hands, rubbed them together to warm the oil, and continued massaging her back. I moved my hands up and down her back, and down her sides until I could feel the soft flesh of the sides of her breasts. When I reached up to massage her shoulders I pushed my right knee a little harder against her crotch like it was just an innocent way of keeping my balance. 

“So no real action with Danny? I can’t believe it. I’m going to have to have a talk with him.” 

Sarah laughed, “No… nothing. At least nothing below the waist.” 

“What about you? Haven’t you touched him yet?”

“Not really… I mean, I’ve rubbed him through his pants, but I’ve never seen it.”

“You’ve never even seen his dick?”

“No… I mean, of course I’ve seen a dick before… just not Danny’s. I gave a guy a handjob a while before Danny and I started dating.”

“How did that go? Were you grossed-out, or did you like it?” I kept massaging her shoulders and down her sides, grinding my knee a little harder into her crotch as I moved.

“I thought it was cool, but I was nervous. I don’t think I was doing it right. He didn’t cum, and he never called me again.” 

A moment passed before she continued, “I think that’s why I’m kinda scared to do anything. I want to learn how to do things so the guy enjoys it. I’m really scared that my first time will be a bad thing for the guy.”

“I wouldn’t worry about that. I can’t imagine anything  to do with you being naked could be a bad thing.”

“I think maybe he wanted me to give him a blowjob. I’ve never given any oral, and I’ve certainly never received any. Do you think that’s gross?”

“Most definitely… I think it is really gross that you never had someone go down on you. Absolutely horrible.”

She laughed, then opened her legs a little more, “Do you actually ‘blow’ on a blow job?”

“Oh my god… you’re not serious, are you?”

“Don’t laugh at me… I don’t know… none of my friends have done it yet… it’s not like there are any instructional books in the school library.”

“Sorry… what would you like to know?”

She pushed herself up off the blanket, her crotch sliding up my legs as she got to her knees. Her top fell forward and I could see the side of her left breast hanging below her. I moved back to let her move. 

“I want to know how to do it! I don’t want a repeat of my bad hand job.”

She pulled her top back in place and twisted around and sat back down facing me. “Maybe you could give me some tips?”

….. I’ll give you more than a tip …I’ll push the whole thing in

I smiled and moved down to the end of the couch and pulled her feet towards me. “I think I could teach you a few things, if that’s what you really want.”

She laid back down and adjusted her loose top to make sure her nipples weren’t showing. “I would… I’m kinda nervous about it. I want to know how to do it right.”

I started massaging her feet, “Well, first thing is you shouldn’t be nervous. I get the impression that Danny doesn’t have a lot of experience either, so he’ll probably cum the moment you put your lips on it.” 

…. unless he’s been getting head from Denise

She laughed, “Be serious! What do I do?”

“Okay, okay… start by massaging him with your hand. Run your fingers up and down the shaft. Fondle his balls, and run your tongue up from the base to the head, and flick your tongue all over the head before you put it in your mouth.”

“Do I put just the head in? Or do I push his whole dick in my mouth?”

….. I like the way this girl thinks

“Just the head… at least at first. Wrap your lips around the head and roll your tongue all around the head, especially the underside.”

“What do you mean, ‘the underside’? Like down by his butt?”

I laughed, “No, not that far down… at least not at first.” I chuckled some more.

I was shocked at how openly sexual this young girl was being, and yet how inexperienced she was. I guessed she was likely to be pregnant before she finished high school. 

“Imagine he is standing, and you are kneeling in front of him, which is actually a very erotic way of doing it… Anyway, if you are sucking on the head of it, your tongue is naturally going to be touching the underside, which is the most sensitive area.”

“Sucking? Like I’m trying to suck it like a straw?”

“Not that hard… that can hurt.  Just a little every now and then when you’re up around the head. You can’t really suck when your mouth is further down on the shaft… but you can use your tongue.”

I was moving further up her legs, and sliding upwards between her legs as I did. She laid back and moved her legs apart a little when I ran my hands up the inside of her thighs. 

“Use your tongue a lot on the underside as you take it further into your mouth. Slide your tongue up and down, past where your lips are. You might gag or choke when you take it deeper in your mouth, especially if it touches the back of your throat, but that is natural.”

“I might choke?”

“Don’t worry. It depends on how sensitive you are… and how big the guy’s dick is, I imagine. If you can’t take it very deep, then use your hand to stroke him and just concentrate on the head.”

I moved up further between her legs and poured a little oil into her belly button. She giggled and her little tummy jiggled a bit. I started rubbing the oil on her belly and upwards, just below her bikini top. Sarah slid the top upwards a little to avoid getting oil on it.

“What do I do when he… you know… when that stuff squirts out?”

“Do whatever is comfortable for you. You can just finish him off with your hand if it grosses you out.”

“No… it doesn’t gross me out. I’m kinda excited to… um… what feels the best for the guy?”

“When he cums? If you don’t like it very deep, just suck on the head. Guys like it when the girl swallows… most just spit it out, but that is a lot messier.”

Sarah had lifted her head up and was staring at my right pants leg. I was still in my work clothes, and my dick was straining against the leg of my jeans. I could see a wet spot was already forming at the end of my dick. I reached down and lewdly shifted it upwards while she watched me, at an angle so it didn’t stick out the waistband. Sarah’s eyes went wide, and she was locked on my every movement. 

She glanced up at me, “Have you ever done a 69? My friend told me about that… I mean, she’s never done it, but it sounds really hot. I mean… or does that gross you out?”

….. Christ… here is this young virgin, mostly naked, sprawled out in front of me asking me how to give head… and says she thinks a 69 sounds ‘hot’… my cock nearly jumped out of my pants

“Lift up your top. I want to see those amazing breasts.”

Sarah looked a bit shocked, then pointed at the lump in my pants, “Are you gonna show me that?” 

“You first…” 

She stared gaziantep masöz escort bayan at my dick and quickly lifted the bikini up off her breasts and over her head. Her tits were absolutely huge for her age, and stood up round from her chest. Her nipples were small, but were surrounded by large areolas that were such a light color of pink you could barely tell them apart from the pale flesh of her boobs.

I grabbed her tits immediately and tried to squeeze them, but they were larger than one hand could handle, “My god, Sarah… you have gorgeous tits,” I leaned forward and used both hands to pull her left breast upwards and bent down to suck on the nipple. I ran my tongue around the areola and sucked the nipple deep into my mouth until it stood up hard. 

She grabbed my head, “That feels good,” then pulled my head over to the other breast. I felt her hand start rubbing my dick through the front of my pants. I pulled away from her, stood up, and pulled her to her feet. 

She looked confused, “What’s wrong? I was enjoying that.”

“I think you might like this more.” I directed her to kneel down on the couch, then knelt down in front of her. I reached down with both hands and unhooked the little gold clips on each side of her bikini bottoms. They unfolded from her body and fell down between her knees. I pulled them from the couch and set them on the table, rendering her completely naked. “You don’t want to get oil on these!” She looked at me in shock, but didn’t stop me.

There were no bikini lines anywhere on her pale body. Peeking out between her creamy thighs was a tuft of light reddish-orange pubic hair, small enough that I initially thought she had trimmed and shaved it. 

I looked her up and down, “You really have a nice body… I love your red bush.”

She smiled at my comment, her braces amplifying how young this naked girl was in front of me. She stared back down at my dick, “Pull it out… I want to see it.”

“Move your knees further apart.” She glanced up at me with a confused look, then looked back at my crotch and spread her knees apart. 

I stood up and pulled off my shirt, then pulled my pants and boxers down past my knees. Her eyes locked on my cock when it sprung out… a line of pre cum sticking between my stomach and the head. I sat down on the couch in front of her, then spun around and laid down on my back with my head dropping between her knees. I scooted up until my shoulders hit her legs, her round white ass just inches above my face. 

I don’t think she was expecting that, and for a moment I thought she might tell me ‘NO!’, or get up off the couch, but instead I heard her say “wow….” then I felt her grab my cock and run her hand all over the head. 

I reached up and grabbed the cheeks of her ass and spread them apart. Her ass was facing the sliding glass doors, so the sunlight lit her up like an exam room. I was shocked to see she had a very small pussy, with thin lips that barely stuck out at all, and what looked to be a pretty tiny opening. Her lips were light pink, like her nipples, and were surrounded by wisps of wet orange pubes. 

I felt her tongue lick the tip of my cock, then her lips enveloped the head. She slid her tongue down the shaft past her lips… in her position it wasn’t sliding down the sensitive underside, but it still felt fantastic. 

I spread her ass wider and raised my head up and licked her wet little slit. She had the wonderful taste of excited teenage pussy. This was mixed with the slightly musty scent from her ass… her butthole touching the tip of my nose.

I grabbed a pillow from the couch and stuffed it under my head, and pulled her ass apart again, and her little pussy popped open with a little ‘smack’ sound. Her tiny butthole was light pink, like everything else, and had several wet orange hairs surrounding it.  I pulled her down further onto my face and licked around her pussy and slid my tongue into her little hole. She was tight as hell, obviously a virgin. I let my head fall back and slowly slid my index finger into her, and watched her tiny butthole clench, then relax after I started stroking her G-Spot. 

She was taking my cock deeper in her mouth now, and I heard her gag a few times. She was giving a really good blowjob, especially for her first time, and my closeup view of her spread-open holes was quickly going to bring me to climax.

I stuffed my face back up and sucked greedily on her little clit, and worked two fingers into her pussy. She obviously liked this… she started rocking her hips against my mouth and more aggressively sucking my cock… the head hitting the back of her throat a few times. 

We face-fucked each other like this, Sarah slamming her mouth down on my cock as I mauled her young pussy with my mouth and fingers, until I could feel my climax building. I reached forward with my left hand and groped her breasts, pulled my fingers out of her pussy and rammed my tongue as deep in her pussy as I could reach, my nose was stuffed into her little asshole. My lust was taking over… I wanted to fuck her in every hole, with my tongue, my fingers, my cock… I licked greedily all over her pussy and asshole, then sucked on her clit and pushed two fingers back into her, and pushed a third finger against her little pink butthole.

Sarah was sucking my cock with abandon, and grinding her pussy down on my face… down on my fingers, my third finger popping into her ass…

She humped me like this until I could barely breathe… my fingers pushing deeper and deeper into her pussy and her ass as my climax swelled… I pumped my cock deeper and roughly fucked her with my fingers as my first load squirted into her mouth. Sarah jerked her head up, initially shocked at the cum spurting against the back of her throat, then she pushed her mouth down on the head and started sucking again… I pumped the second stream into her. 

She increased her pressure on my face and fingers, smothering me as she came… her ass relaxed and opened up on my probing finger, and I pumped more cum into her mouth. She was sucking me so aggressively it almost hurt, but I kept humping her mouth until she sucked out every last drop. 

I finally pulled my fingers from her and lifted her ass off my face, gasping for air. Sarah pulled her mouth off my cock and raised up on her knees, “Wow… I didn’t know there would be so much… did I do okay?”

“Oh my god, Sarah… that was fantastic. I can’t believe you never did that before.”

She lifted her leg and climbed off my face. When I sat up and looked at her, she smiled and opened her mouth to show me, “I swallowed it! Every last drop!” She closed her mouth and flashed those braces, a dribble of cum running down her chin. Her chest was blushed bright pink above her breasts. 

She wiped her chin and sucked the cum off her fingers, “That didn’t taste so bad… kinda salty.”

….. I couldn’t believe how relaxed she was after such a rough 69 with an older guy she barely knew.

She got up and quickly covered herself with her bikini, “I need to get back before Danny gets home!” She opened the door, “Thanks Jeff!” and ran down the stairs, and was gone. 

….. what the fuck was that?

I pulled up my pants and put my shirt back on, then called the office, “Hi, Joanne? This is Jeff. I had a flat tire so I’ll be back from lunch a little late… I’ll be there in about 15-minutes.”

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……………………………………………….. That Night ………………………………………………

I poured my scotch and went out to the deck. The waif’s house was dark, as expected. That Sunday was the last I saw of the waif. It was a few weeks before I saw any activity at the house. Someone, I assume the landlord, cleaned out the place and tidied it up for the next renters.

The blue house across the street was dark as well. 

Debbie had a friend over and they were drinking wine in her living room.

I thought about Sarah, and what happened today. She was dating Danny, so I guess she figured oral sex with me was just practice so she could better please her boyfriend? I thought about how her reputation would quickly spread as a ‘header queen’ once guys heard about her oral skills. I wasn’t helping her chastity, that’s for sure. 

Who am I to criticize? I have a live-in girlfriend, yet I’m fucking everything that walks. 

I was still haunted by the fear of getting an STD and passing it along to Lisa. Could Lisa be my ticket to sanity?… to a loving, monogamous relationship? Certainly not if gave her an STD. I decided to get checked by a clinic as soon as possible. 

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….. next: Part (9), Tupperware Party

C’était il y a vingt ans. À l’époque, j’avais onze ans.

Je suis allée au cinéma un mercredi après-midi.

Le film avait commencé quand un homme est venu s’asseoir à côté de moi.

Après quelques minutes, il a posé son bras sur l’accoudoir qui séparait nos sièges. Il touchait le mien. J’aurais dû lui laisser cet accoudoir mais je ne voulais pas lui céder la place.

Après quelques instants, il m’a caressé la main. Je trouvais cela bizarre qu’un inconnu fasse des caresses mais comme ce n’était pas désagréable, je l’ai laissé faire.

Ensuite, il a pris ma main et l’a amenée jusqu’à lui. Il l’a plaquée sur son jean.

Il l’a frottée sur le tissus et plus il frottait plus je sentais quelque chose grossir sous mes doigts.

Avec son autre main, il a descendu la fermeture Éclair de sa braguette. Il s’est contorsionné sur son siège en fouillant dans son pantalon. Il en a sorti quelque chose que je n’avais encore jamais vu. Je regardais de tous mes yeux tellement j’étais fascinée par ce bâton qui sortait de son slip.

L’homme a placé ma main autour de la tige. Il a commencé à imprimer un mouvement de va-et-vient vertical à mon bras. Je l’ai laissé faire. Je ne me rendais pas vraiment compte de ce qui se passait, tellement j’étais absorbée dans la contemplation de son sexe.

Il a augmenté l’amplitude et accéléré le rythme du geste. Le bout du membre se découvrait à chaque fois que je descendais ma main. Il était rouge et luisant.

L’homme a lâché ma main et m’a laissée continuer toute seule. J’avais pris le coup. Je maniais cette raideur exactement comme il me l’avait montré. Au bout du bulbe, il y avait un petit trou et cela semblait être de là que venait le jus translucide qui le nappait.

Je continuais mon mouvement de piston autour du cylindre. Je m’appliquais, sentant d’instinct que je devais maintenir un mouvement très régulier. J’aimais le contact de cette chair.

Je m’étais tournée vers son siège en me penchant au dessus de mon bras. C’était pour être plus confortablement installée, mais en plus, je voyais mieux, sans avoir à tourner mon cou.

Son visage se transformait. Il avait les yeux mi-clos, la bouche entrouverte. Il semblait essoufflé. Ses muscles se tendaient. Malgré cela, je poursuivais imperturbablement mon action, regardant alternativement son visage et son sexe.

Puis, il s’est raidi tout d’un coup, a laissé échapper un son rauque et du petit trou a jailli une giclée, puis une autre et ensuite, un liquide épais, crémeux s’est répandu, coulant entre mon pouce et mon index.

L’homme s’est rajusté, puis il s’est levé et est parti du cinéma, me laissant avec ma main poisseuse.

J’étais curieuse et j’ai porté les gouttes de crème à mes narines pour escort gaziantep kızıl bayan voir ce que ça sentait. Je n’ai pas osé goûter. Je me suis essuyée sur le velours du siège parce que je n’avais pas de mouchoir sur moi.

Le film ne m’intéressait plus vraiment. Je suis sortie du cinéma à mon tour et je suis allée manger une glace avant de retourner à la maison.

J’ai aujourd’hui trente-et-un ans et ce souvenir est resté en moi tout ce temps. Il m’arrive souvent de revoir la scène en fermant les yeux quand je me masturbe. L’effet est radical : je jouis dès que j’imagine que je sens le sperme monter et que je le vois fuser. À l’époque, j’ai eu ces sensations, sans les comprendre.

Je suis mariée depuis cinq ans. Mon mari et moi avons une sexualité très classique. Je ne lui ai jamais raconté l’histoire du cinéma. Peut-être n’aurait-il pas compris que je me sois laissée faire.

Mais à cause de cette histoire, ma sexualité intérieure est très éloignée de nos rapports. Ce souvenir m’obsède depuis toujours.

Il y a un mois, j’ai tenté de mettre mon mari sur la voie. Nous sommes allés au cinéma et j’ai essayé de reproduire ce qui s’était passé vingt ans plus tôt.

Au début, il faisait ce que je lui demandais. Il a pris ma main et l’a posée sur sa braguette. Jusque là, son geste pouvait être interprété comme une marque d’affection : un mari prenait la main de sa femme. C’était à sa demande à elle, mais cela ne changeait rien.

C’est quand j’ai commencé à le caresser que les choses se sont gâtées. Il m’a regardé d’une telle façon que j’ai compris qu’il n’était pas question de continuer. Il ne partageait pas du tout mon jeu.

J’ai repris ma main, nous avons regardé le film jusqu’au bout et nous sommes rentrés nous coucher, comme un vieux couple.

J’étais profondément déçue.

Malgré tout, je restais hantée par ce qui était devenu mon fantasme : branler un homme dans un cinéma jusqu’à ce qu’il éjacule.

Un soir, mon mari avait une réunion tardive à son travail. J’en ai profité pour sortir.

Je suis allée au cinéma. Le film importait peu. J’étais décidée dans ma tête, même si je n’étais pas tout à fait ferme sur mes jambes.

Je suis arrivée un peu après le début de la séance. Je me suis assise à côté d’un homme seul. Il n’y avait personne d’autre dans la travée. D’ailleurs, bien que les lumières soient éteintes, j’ai eu l’impression que la salle était très peu remplie.

J’ai posé mon bras sur l’accoudoir, à côté du sien. Il a eu un mouvement de retrait mais je lui ai chuchoté :

“Non, laissez, ça ne me dérange pas de partager.”

Il a repris sa position initiale.

Après une attente de quelques escort köle bayan gaziantep minutes, je lui ai demandé, toujours en chuchotant et en rapprochant ma bouche de son oreille, de caresser ma main.

Il a eu un long moment d’hésitation. Puis, il a posé sa main sur la mienne, enserrant mes doigts dans sa paume.

Il n’osait pas aller plus loin. Sa timidité m’arrangeait parce que je pouvais le guider à ma façon. Je voulais retrouver mon souvenir de petite fille, que cela se passe exactement comme il y a vingt ans.

Je me suis de nouveau penchée vers lui et j’ai dit :

“Mets ma main sur ta queue.”

En le tutoyant et en usant d’un vocabulaire cru, je voulais l’enhardir. Il fallait que je l’excite pour qu’il ait le courage de sortir sa bite et de se laisser branler.

Encore une fois, il s’est passé un long moment avant qu’il ne réagisse. Mais les hommes sont ainsi faits qu’ils ne peuvent pas résister à ce genre de proposition. Il a pris ma main et l’a posée sur sa braguette.

“Caresse toi avec ma main. Je veux te sentir bander sous mes doigts.”

Cette fois, il obéit sans attendre. Il plaquait ma main sur le renflement de son pantalon et frottait de haut en bas.

“Sors la tige que je la vois.”

Il défit les boutons de sa braguette et fouilla dans son slip pour extirper son sexe.

C’était une belle bite, de bonne taille, déjà bien dure. Le gland était encore recouvert par le prépuce.

De lui même, il plaça ma main autour de la colonne. Je me mis à effleurer le membre sur toute sa longueur.

“Baisse ton pantalon pour que je puisse toucher tes couilles.”

Il eut un regard circulaire pour scruter nos voisins dans la salle. Cela dû le rassurer parce qu’il défit sa ceinture, ouvrit le premier bouton, souleva ses fesses et se dénuda jusqu’à mi cuisses.

Je lui ai empoigné le paquet, décollant les bourses du bassin. Je faisais délicatement rouler les testicules sous mes doigts. J’ai remonté ma main sur la verge et j’ai lentement décalotté le gland. Il était déjà gluant et gorgé de sang, magnifique. J’aurais voulu l’emboucher mais je tenais à rester fidèle à mon histoire. J’ai tout de même posé mon index sur le méat pour recueillir une goutte de liquide qui perlait et je l’ai étalée sur mon pouce, savourant le contact de ce nectar. Je me suis amusée à séparer mes deux doigts pour voir un fil translucide s’étirer. J’ai recommencé plusieurs fois, recueillant tout ce que je pouvais de la surface du gland.

Puis, j’ai commencé à le masturber en tenant son sexe juste en dessous du prépuce, l’index caressant le frein pendant que ma main montait et descendait en serrant le cylindre de chair.

J’ai pris gaziantep kumral escort bayan un rythme le plus régulier possible, sans précipitation. Je voulais qu’il s’habitue et se laisse aller jusqu’à l’assouvissement. Quand j’ai compris qu’il était enfin à la recherche de son plaisir, j’ai commencé à diminuer progressivement la cadence.

Il avait fermé les yeux et il tendait progressivement les muscles de ses cuisses. Il avait ses deux bras sur les accoudoirs, s’agrippant au tissus.

J’avais les yeux rivés sur le petit trou au sommet de son gland. J’attendais le jaillissement.

Je continuais mon mouvement de plus en plus lent. Je sentais le sang battre dans son sexe, le gonfler périodiquement. Je tirai de plus en plus fort vers le bas la peau du prépuce, forçant sur le frein, avant de remonter et de recommencer.

J’en étais à un va-et-vient toutes les trois secondes. C’était très lent. Mais je sentais que sa tension ne se relâchait pas, au contraire. Il devait vouloir que j’en finisse mais je le laissais languir. Je voulais que son désir se prolonge, indéfiniment si cela avait été possible, tellement cela m’excitait. Je sentais que ma culotte était de plus en plus mouillée. Je n’en finissais pas de sécréter de la cyprine.

À force de ralentir mon mouvement, j’ai fini pas l’arrêter. Je maintenait ma pression sur le phallus, tirant vers le bas, excitant le frein du bout de mon doigt, attendant l’éjaculation qui commençait à monter le long de l’urètre.

C’est lui-même qui a déclenché son orgasme, par sa pensée. Pour ma part, j’étais devenue inerte, me contentant de guetter avec ma paume les prémices de l’éruption. Il a décollé ses fesses du siège, tendant son pubis vers le haut. Il n’y avait plus de place pour la pudeur à cet instant.

Son sexe s’est encore gonflé au moment du premier jet. La giclée est allée assez haut pour retomber sur le pantalon. L’homme a contracté ses fesses, ce qui a déclenché un second jet qui s’est écrasé sur le dos de ma main. Puis, le reste du sperme est apparu au bout du gland, coulant lentement vers mes doigts.

Quand il a été entièrement soulagé, j’ai ramené ma main à ma bouche et j’ai léché mes doigts. Ce que je n’avais pas osé faire à onze ans, je le savourais à trente-et-un ans.

Enfin, je me suis penché vers son siège, j’ai attrapé ses couilles et j’ai soulevé sa bite. Je l’ai engloutie jusqu’à la base. Je l’ai ressortie de ma bouche et je l’ai branlée pour lui redonner de la rigidité. Je l’ai nettoyée avec ma langue, aspirant le reliquat de nectar au bout du gland. J’ai déposé un dernier bisou au sommet du bulbe et je l’ai laissé se reculotter.

Nous nous sommes regardés. Dans ses yeux, je lisais un intense remerciement. Je ne sais pas ce qu’il voyait dans les miens, mais ce que je ressentais, c’était aussi un immense remerciement, pour m’avoir fait revivre l’émoi de mes onze ans.

Nous sommes sortis du cinéma sans attendre la fin du film. Sur le trottoir, il a pris ma main et l’a embrassée.

“On se reverra?”

“Je ne sais pas. Donnez moi votre numéro, on ne sait jamais.”

C’est sur ces mots que nous nous sommes quittés.

Sophie was a woman who usually never noticed men looking at her. Of course, she would notice an outright leer, and would be turned off by it, but she usually missed appreciative glances. For one thing, she felt somewhat socially awkward, and consequently, her own gaze was too often turned inward on herself, judging her social self, and sometimes on social occasions imagining she saw her own dislike of her unease reflected in the eyes of others. Added to that inward view, was the fact that she was sure she didn’t have the face or body that attracted appreciative glances. Sophie didn’t know how wrong she was. While she would never be a centrefold model, her male colleagues at work were very aware of her large breasts, and always tried to sneak lustful glances at the way those breasts bounced and jiggled slightly as she walked around the office, and at the way her big, beautiful ass moved under her dress.

You would probably think that such a lady was rather withdrawn and quiet, but you would lose your money if you bet on that. She was actually something of a walking contradiction, and her work colleagues were mostly unaware of her social anxieties. Sophie was the Office Manager, and projected a certain air of authority. She was proud of her office and of the people working there. The staff all knew that they were expected to be conscientious in their approach to their work, that bad behaviour and incompetence were not acceptable, but under Sophie’s management, such problems were rare. Her mildly extroverted personality, natural to her despite her social awkwardness, and her friendly, encouraging way of dealing with staff, meant her colleagues enjoyed the excellent working atmosphere she had created. Sophie was more than confident as office manager, and in contrast to her feelings in social situations, was proud of her relationship with her staff.

Matt had been working for the company for three years now and had thrived in his job. In the beginning, he had not had a lot of contact with Sophie, but his outstanding work ethic had seen him promoted to a more senior position that required more frequent consultation with her. Like most of the other staff, he was unaware of his manager’s underlying shyness, unaware that she shared some of the anxieties he felt in certain social situations. Matt was not a virgin, but his experience with women was limited, because of his shyness. As a result, he was never sure if she was sometimes teasing him or not, was no good at trying to flirt in order to find out, and worried about losing his job if he upset her. Most of the time, this was not a big problem. Like some of the other male staff, he liked to catch glimpses of the way her breasts and ass moved if she was walking around the office, but such opportunities were not frequent. Occasionally Sophie would wear what Matt thought was called a camisole instead of a bra. The garment had some built-in support for her big breasts, but not as much as a bra, so that the bounce and jiggle of her boobs were a little more pronounced, and the outline of her nipples was visible. Sarah felt more feminine and sexy wearing that sort of undergarment occasionally, was vaguely aware of the occasional glance, but was not overly conscious of the effect on male colleagues. She always wore a cardigan or a blouse, etc. over the camisole, so in her mind her exterior appearance was always much the same, pleasant but unremarkable. For Matt, on the other hand, the opposite was true, because the camisole days were the highlight of each month for him, or at least they had been. Since his promotion, he and Sophie had been sharing the work on a couple of projects, and for that reason she often came to his desk to talk over an idea with him. She would stand in front of his desk, meaning that from his chair, he was looking slightly upwards and had to force himself to look at her face while they talked and not rudely stare at, and talk to, her boobs. On top of the strong sexual attraction to her, Matt really liked Sophie, would have loved getting to know her better, and the last thing he wanted was for her to think he was a rude pervert. Occasionally, she would bring a file with her, place it in front of him, and stand beside him while they discussed it, or looked at a file together on the computer. Both things required her to lean over next to him so that he could feel her breast touching his shoulder or arm, arousing in him a strong desire to feel, to see, to caress, to suck. Camisole days went from being days of tingling delight to being days of depressing torture, depressing because he knew that, even if he could overcome his fear of losing his job, he could never overcome his natural shyness and would never know what it was like to bury his face in tits like Sophie’s. On camisole days, when she stood in front of his desk for a chat, he could just make out her nipples, if she was wearing a blouse or shirt, and he tried to have a look when he thought she may not notice. The real torture took place if she leaned on his desk, bent over towards him as she talked, a couple of buttons open at the top of the shirt or blouse, a position that gave him a tantalizing look at the swell of her breasts. It also gave him a hardon. Fortunately, he was sitting in his chair, his legs under his desk, so his embarrassing hardon wasn’t visible. When the conversation finished and Sophie went back to her own office and desk, he was able to slide a hand down over the outside of his trousers and rub his erection as he pictured the glorious sight of her breasts. On camisole days, Matt was sure she was deliberately teasing him, and would decide he had to make a little move, flirt a bit, maybe pass a comment, a polite comment on how attractive her figure was in her camisole. However, after masturbating at home in the evening, he would feel silly, a bit of a loser, and tell himself that the teasing was only in his overactive imagination, and that he might end up losing his job if his flirting was too suggestive.

Of course, Sophie never noticed her effect on Matt. To her, he was a highly motivated, reliable member of staff who took pride in his work, work that was invariably well done. She never suspected his underlying escort karataş bayan shyness at all. Like her, he seemed confident in his ability to do his job well, never cracked under pressure, had a ready smile for others. Matt got along well with all his colleagues, male and female, including sharing the odd joke with them, although Sophie had noticed one thing. Highly suggestive or aggressive flirting was frowned on in her office; on the other hand, a bit of lighthearted, flirtatious banter once in a while was par for the course, but Matt almost never participated in this. He might smile softly, give a little chuckle, but that is all. Sophie did not know the real reason for this was his shyness, and lack or confidence and experience around women. Matt seemed to have lots going for him——not bad looking, a pleasant, friendly manner, on his way up, a promising career ahead of him. She hadn’t been in a relationship for some time now. After she had broken up with her last boyfriend, she had had a “friend with benefits” for a while, but he had moved to another town. Like Matt, Sophie was getting hornier by the day, but, like Matt, her only recourse was her hand and her vibrators. Despite his apparent lack of interest in women, she fantasized about Matt dominating and ravishing her in a fit of passion, but then she wondered in passing if Matt might be gay. She was soon to find out that nothing could be further from the truth.

The deadline for one of the projects they had been working on was drawing near, and despite the hard work everyone had put in, especially that of her and Matt, they would not get it done without a bit of overtime. The project absolutely had to be completed by Monday, so on Friday, Sophie asked Matt to come to her house on both Saturday and again on Sunday to put the finishing touches on the submission. Knowing how important the project was to the company, he readily agreed, said he would bring some takeaway for lunch for both of them, but as much as he tried, he couldn’t get rid of the image that popped into his head of her naked and submissive, of him making her do every dirty thing he had ever thought of with him. His dick hoped it would be a camisole day, but his head hoped it wouldn’t be. He hadn’t touched a woman, never mind had sex, in so long that, if it was a camisole day, he was afraid he would at best embarrass himself, at worst get fired, that he would get an erection, or be unable to stop himself putting his hand on her ass or boobs.

Sophie decided that, since they weren’t actually at the office she would dress a little more casually, so she put on some casual, loose-fitting slacks and a loose sweater over her bra. Matt arrived right at the agreed time Saturday morning, loved the big smile she gave him on opening the door, and was both relieved and disappointed when he saw how she was dressed. “A disappointed, soft cock and a more relaxed, focused mind makes for better work”, he said to himself, although he observed with a touch of lust that he could still see the outline of her breasts under the loose sweater They worked hard for a while, stopped for a coffee break and a chat, then worked through till lunch. Sophie seemed to enjoy the Italian pasta and salad he brought for lunch, and he thoroughly enjoyed chatting, getting to know her. The slight air of authority evident in the office was not there. She was more relaxed. It was more like two friends exchanging bits and pieces about their lives than an office chat between a boss and her worker. He was feeling more and more drawn to, attracted to his delightful boss.

After lunch, they returned to the job at hand, worked through till late afternoon, and were delighted that they only had a bit left to finish. “We should be able to get this all wrapped up by lunchtime tomorrow”, Sophie said, “See you in the morning”. Matt thought about giving her a soft hug as he said goodbye, but worried that it might not be appropriate to hug your boss, so he just said how much he had enjoyed getting through so much work, and at the same time getting to her know better. Sophie was quick to say that she felt the same way, held out her hand to shake his, thought about giving him a little kiss on the cheek as she did so, but worried that it was something a boss shouldn’t do. They said a mutual goodbye and parted.

Sophie was so happy that they had got through so much work, and was elated at the obvious quality and detail their work showed. She had no doubt they would get the contract. The original outline of the plan had been hers, but Matt had made a major contribution and she would be happy to share the credit with him. However, at the moment, the sense of accomplishment meant adrenalin and hormones were running through her body, making her feel sexy, and definitely on the horny side, wondered in passing if Matt would like to eat some pussy for lunch tomorrow instead of Italian pasta. After undressing for bed, she got her favourite toy out, “the triple treat”, as she called it, because it pleasured her pussy, clit and ass all at the same time. But as luck would have it, just at that moment her cell phone rang. She ran out to her kitchen to retrieve her phone, and on the way, put the triple treat down on a small table in the hallway. The call was from a friend in dire need of someone to talk to after breaking up with her partner of several years, and Sophie’s heart went out to her as she listened to the sad story. It was over an hour before she was able to get back to bed. Emotionally drained after the call, she decided to leave the session with the triple treat until tomorrow. “We’ll be finished by lunch and I’ll make up for it tomorrow once Matt has gone”.

Unfortunately for Sophie, the day’s work, followed by the phone call, had left her more tired than she realized, and she slept in. She had only just finished a quick breakfast and was still in her pyjamas, when Matt arrived ready for work. She opened the door to greet him with an embarrassed expression, apologizing for still being in pyjamas. While not normally conscious of men watching the slight movement of her breasts, she was certainly aware of the leers she got escort bayan karkamış the few times she had been in public without a good bra on, but then she thought to herself that Matt was probably gay anyway, and it would be rude to leave him immediately while she rushed off to get dressed. She invited him to the kitchen and made him a cup of coffee before doing so.

Matt felt embarrassed by the situation, both for himself and for his boss, but his embarrassment diminished and his lust grew as he quickly realized Sophie was naked under earth her pyjamas. Even though the pyjamas were relatively loose-fitting, he was mesmerized by the way her boobs bounced and jiggled under her top, making it evident why guys would sometimes call them “knockers”. He sat at the kitchen table as she prepared his coffee, wondering once again if she was doing this because she loved teasing him, loved seeing him staring, loved seeing that desire in his eyes. He tried to look up when she brought his coffee, but when she leaned over the table to put it in front of him, he couldn’t keep his eyes from dropping, looking straight down into the opening as her top fell forward and presented him with a clear view of her breasts, and her nipples, like dark red cherries, just asking for his mouth. Sophie couldn’t help but notice his look of embarrassment, desire, lust, all rolled into one, and, while she felt embarrassed too, she also felt her nipples harden and a tingle in her pussy. She quickly excused herself to go and change, while Matt, feeling aroused and agitated, sporting a semi-erection, couldn’t sit still, got up and walked around a bit to relieve the stress. As he did, he saw the the “triple treat” sitting on the small table in the hallway leading to Sophie’s bedroom. “Holy Fuck!”, he said to himself, “Is she teasing me or is she coming on to me?”. He wanted to find out, even if it meant losing his job.

As Sophie was returning, she noticed her triple treat on display, quickly grab it and took it back to her bedroom, then came back, wearing a very demure blouse buttoned right up, and a loose fitting pair of slacks. Matt was trying to decide the best way to go about this. He got up on the pretense of putting his empty cup in the sink, but as soon as he did, his now almost full erection became obvious. Sophie couldn’t help but notice it, and blurted out: “Did I cause that?”. Matt gave a nervous chuckle and said: “You must be joking! Much as I like coffee, it doesn’t give me a hardon!”. “I am really sorry, I should have been ready before you arrived, should have

been more careful”.

Sophie looked genuinely sorry, and Matt began to think that he had been wrong, that she had not been deliberately teasing and tormenting him. And if she had been enjoying that gadget on that table before he came, maybe she was as horny as he was. “Look”, he said, “we got along really well yesterday, got lots of work done, and got to know each other a bit too. But this morning, thanks to you, I am too horny to concentrate on work. All I can think about at the moment is your gorgeous tits and nipples. So, if you want to finish the plan today, you’re going to have to do what I say. You’re to blame for this hardon; it’s hard for you, and it would be rude of you not to welcome it, give it a good home in your pussy. I am going to sit in that chair and I want you to stand in front of me and slowly, but not too slowly strip to the waist”. Matt was convinced she would fire him and throw him out on the spot, but after a slight hesitation, he saw her hand reaching for the top button on her blouse, and he knew this was going to be his dream come true.

For a brief moment Sophie was astonished, taken totally by surprise at his words, but at the same time, she was excited beyond belief. All her unsatisfied horniness from last night came back. She was aroused too by the way Matt seemed to be taking charge of the situation. She could see the desire in his eyes, and was ready to just let go, do whatever he wanted, relieved that she didn’t have to make decisions, that pleasure would come from the paradox that in submitting to his wishes, she was actually in control of her own pleasure. She slowly unbuttoned the buttons of her blouse, pulled it out of her slacks.

Matt watched the buttons come undone, savouring the sweet torture of anticipation. He rubbed his hardon through his trousers, not wanting to get too aroused too fast, wanting to make this last, but when she had started to take her arms out of the blouse, he undid his fly to free his dick. He told her to stop for second, let him look at her in her bra, so he could see what he had only been able to steal a glance at in the office, those tits being hugged by her lucky bra, spilling out a bit from the top. After a minute, he couldn’t wait any longer: “Take the bra off”. She reached behind her, unhooked it, bent slightly to let it fall forward onto the floor. Once he saw those big beautiful breasts in all their glory, crowned with dark pink nipples and areolas, he just had to move his hand to his cock and stroke. It was all he could do to stop himself from rushing to feel them, caress them, suck on them, squeeze her nipples, but instead he told her to stand with her hands on her hips and pull her shoulders back, which made it look as though she were saying: “Well, here they are, all for you!”. Next he told her to put her hands under her breasts, hold them up as though she were offering them to him, telling him that they were for his pleasure. “Squeeze, pinch your nipples…pull them, stretch them out…”. Sophie was totally caught up in the moment, felt so free, indulging in her desires, losing herself in them, and at the same time, was so turned on by the effect her body was having on Matt. Seeing the desire in his eyes, seeing him lightly lick his lips, seeing him stroke his cock made hard by his desire for her, was such an incredible turn on.

“Take off your slacks and panties”, he instructed her, pointing to her slacks. He thought for a second he would tell her to leave her panties on for a minute, but he was too aroused, he needed to see her pussy NOW. He stroked his cock kilis escort bayan a little faster as she stepped out of her slacks and panties, and told her to spread her legs so that he could get a clear look at her pussy. When he saw the lips of her bald pussy, he got up, quickly removed his clothes, told her to turn around and show him her ass. He came up behind her, reached under her arms and took a breast in each hand, fondled them, felt their weight, pinched her nipples, put a hand over each tit and pulled her tight against him, planted soft kisses all across and up and down her neck as he caressed each breast. She could feel his hardon pressing into her, as his hand went down to her pussy. He slid his finger up and down her slit to open her up, slipped his finger inside, couldn’t believe how wet she was, loved the feeling of her wet pussy walls on his finger, slipped the finger out and up to her clit, rubbing his finger wet with her juices all over it. Her pussy wanted his hard cock in her NOW, but instead he told her to walk towards the bedroom so he could see how her ass moved as he followed behind. He watched her tits bounce and jiggle as she got on the bed. He stood at the end of the bed, taking in the delights of her breasts, focusing on that pussy that would soon be welcoming his cock, stroking his cock, rubbing precum up and around its head for sharper, more intense sensations, anticipating how her pussy would feel. He got on the bed, knelt beside her head: “Suck my cock, lick my balls”, he ordered as he caressed her breasts, squeezed her nipples. Her mouth drove him crazy, providing all sorts of exquisite sensations to his cock, as she licked up the underside, around the head, slipped down and sucked her way back up. “Ah…Oh…fuck, that is so fucking good”, he panted. He stopped his play with her breasts, held her head at the back and fucked her mouth slowly a few times, but then withdrew, not wanting to come yet. His head was in a whirl now, he wanted to do so many different things all at once.

He slipped down off the bed, went to kneel at the end of it, told her move down the bed a bit so that he was looking straight at the object of his cock’s delight. Her arousal meant that her pussy had already opened up a bit, but he leaned in, dove in with his tongue, licking just below her pussy’s opening, up and down, around and around, then, going right up between her lips, up and down, to open her up fully. He sat back for a second to take in the delights of her beautiful pink flower, glistening with juices, open, inviting, then went back to his feast. For 30 seconds or so, her licked and kissed all around her pussy, noticed her hips squirming to get his tongue right on it, raising her arousal, desire, need, even more. He licked all around her outer lips, then her inner lips, up to her clit, by now swollen, engorged, flattened his tongue against it for a couple of licks, began flicking quickly back and forth across it, as he reached up and squeezed her left breast, pulled and pinched its nipple. He changed hands, caressed, squeezed, pinched her other breast and nipple, while placing his mouth over her whole pussy and sucking, loving the taste of her juice. Replacing his mouth with his finger rubbing on her clit for a moment, he got up on the bed, knelt at her side, replaced his finger with his mouth, inserted the finger inside her pussy to rub on her g-spot, sucked her clit while managing to get a light flick across it with his tongue at the same time, then alternated between sucking and licking her clit, all the while rubbing inside the top of her pussy on her g-spot. Sophie was moaning, groaning, lifting her hips up and down, mumbling incomprehensible words, squirming with intense sensations of pleasure, felt the orgasm building, and finally the trigger went off and she came and came and came. Because his only sex partner for months and months had been his right hand, Matt knew he might not last long once he got his cock in her gorgeous pussy, so he had wanted to make sure she had as good an orgasm as he could give her first, but now it was his turn.

She hadn’t fully come down when she felt Matt at the side of her head gently pull her towards his cock, pushing it at her mouth, wanting her to suck. She opened her mouth, took him in, sucked and sucked, stroked his balls with her fingers. He soon stopped her, told her to get on her hands and knees, and entered her with a huge sigh and moan. He rested for a second, savouring the warm, wet feeling of her pussy walls on his cock, her tightness enveloping him. He began to move in and out slowly at first, relishing the agonizingly exquisite sensation of her pussy trying to hold onto him as he withdrew and welcoming him as re-entered. He had not been inside a pussy for so long and hers was just so fantastic that he was having trouble hanging on, making the intense pleasure last. He stopped, bent over her, reached under and felt her tits, whispered in her ear in little gasps: “Your pussy…just amazing on my cock. Heaven…having my cock in you…feeling your tits at the same time”. His words and his cock were exciting her again; she reached down under and began to rub her clit as he resumed fucking her. “I love the feel of your ass against me”, he groaned, and he gave her ass a slap, arousing her more still. After a few more strokes he gave the other side of her ass a slap, then squeezed that superb flesh of her ass, ran his hand around it: “I love your ass so much!”, he said with a groan. Matt looked down and rubbed his finger around her asshole as he fucked her, gently inserted a finger. The added sensations brought Sophie to the edge again. She could tell from his breathing that Matt was going to come any second. She rubbed her clit furiously, felt that trigger again, then it hit her and she came. Matt felt her pussy squeezing his cock, providing him with incredible pleasure, he slammed into her, overcome with a mixture of lust, gratitude, and a feeling of closeness. He felt that incredibly intense pleasure in his cock, the kind you get just before you come, and then the ultimate pleasure of his orgasm as he shot into her over and over. A groan came from deep down in his throat: “Oh! Ah! Ah! Ah, Ah”. He collapsed on her and they both rolled over onto their backs.

When they had both recovered, they leaned toward each other and hugged and kissed, then she lay her head in the crux of his shoulder with his arm around her. “That’s my idea of working from home”. “Mine too”, she giggled.

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With a sigh, I leant back. My legs were trembling, sweat was cooling on my skin. I felt his body under and behind me. Slowly it dawned on me, that this had been the first time, he had fucked me without changing his shape. And I still didn’t know his name.

He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me closer. “What would you like to do?” “Um?” the question took me by surprise.

“I would suggest a shower, but after that, what would you like to do today?”

Looking down on my dirty legs, I smiled. “Don’t know, there’s not much I can do.” I laughed. “Except watching a movie, read or getting fucked.”

“True,” he laughed as well. “And what do you prefer?”

“Maybe a movie,” I shrugged. Through this movement his cock slid from my cunt. That seemed about right, a shower, curl up on the sofa and watch a movie. Just another lazy day.

But I didn’t get up. For the moment I was comfortable, sitting on my owner’s lap, feeling him near me. I even felt his slow, steady heartbeat, his breathing.

The kitchen-door opened, and I startled, jumped from his lap. It was the young man, who had approached me with the deal. Even if I had only been here for about five month, it felt like a lifetime ago.

“Sorry, I’ll come back, when you have finished.” The young man turned to back away, but my owner raised a hand. “I believe we are. Could you show her the special bathroom, I’ll be there as well, I won’t need you after this, or maybe, this evening. I’ll let you know.”

The young man nodded and held the door open for me.

I followed him, still avoiding his gaze. He had seen me naked before, even pissing on the lawn, and I was sure, he knew what was going on, but I couldn’t bear to look in his face. Silently he walked me into another part of the large house. I noticed that the doors had no handles and the floor was mostly bare.

“This part of the house is used by the dogs as well”, he explained. “Werewolves can use handles, dogs only if they are trained, so he opted for swinging doors instead. Even though they prefer to go outside, sometimes you will find them here.”

“Have you been here long?” I blurted out. Now, that I was able to think straight again, my curiosity was back.

“Oh, just four or five years, give or take.” He shrugged. “The job ain’t too bad, the pay is great and makes up for the occasional inconvenience.” I nodded. “Have you…”, I hesitated but he answered, nonetheless. “I’ve seen other women here, brought them here in fact.” Abruptly stopping and turning around he looked at me. “Listen, don’t be ashamed or afraid or whatever. I don’t care that you are naked and freshly fucked. It’s part of my job not to care about these things. I run the estate, do some housekeeping, get some women and that’s it. I would consider enjoying it as a bonus, if I were you. And you’re off the streets for now, get fed and cared for.”

Feeling myself blushing at his words I looked down on his feet. In a way he was right. I had gotten my part of the deal, kept my part. And it could have been worse. I was really enjoying it, at least sometimes.

“Come on.” He opened a door and led me into a huge bathroom. “I am afraid we have only dog shampoo here, but you can use it as well.” He smiled. “It gives your hair a lovely grup gaziantep escort bayan shine.”

Now I laughed. “I will give it a try.”

The room was really big, bigger than the other bathrooms I had seen. One corner held a hose and a drain, next to it was a shower and in the other corner there seemed to be a whirlpool.

“This room is fitted for dog grooming. You just start in that corner for the worst bits.” I nodded again. “Do you have a brush somewhere?”

He crossed the room and opened a large built in cupboard. Brushes on the top shelf, bottles and tubes on the one below, towels on the others. “Thank you.” I ***********ed a brush that seemed to be able to deal with the mess my hair was in and started to untangle it.

The young man smiled, nodded and left me.

It took a long time to untangle my hair. More than once I swore under my breath when I was struggling with a really bad strand.

Finally, I had managed it and put the brush back. All of the bottles contained dog shampoo. I sniffed at most of them, settled on one of them and smiled. Then I looked once more over the shelves. No razor, at least none suitable for my purpose. The dog trimmer would not do. Shrugging I went over to the hose, turned on the water.

It wouldn’t get any hotter than lukewarm, but it softened and eventually cleaned the dried mud from my body. I directed the water all over my body and stopped only, when the water ran clear into the drain.

Ready for a real shower I took the shampoo. No soap either. Didn’t he use soap or so? Thinking back, I could not remember him smelling of anything I recognized. Oh well, at least I could wash my hair.

The door opened again. My owner came in. “Keith was surprised. You are the first one, not swearing at him.”

I laughed softly, swallowed water and coughed. Turning away I tried to collect myself. “I could have asked more questions, regarding the deal. He did nothing wrong.”

He turned on the hose, started to clean himself. “Why are you so… so… rational?”

I did not reply at first, shampooed my hair and cleaned it thoroughly. After rinsing it I had my answer. “What else can I do? I made a deal;I have to live with it. There is no point in blaming someone else. And there’s nothing I can do anyway. As you said, if I refuse, you’d take me by force.”

I couldn’t bring myself to use the word ‘rape’ even though that would be the correct term. “And Keith said, I should take it as a holiday, basically. No sleeping rough, no going hungry and getting laid as a bonus.”

The distinct smell of wet dog reached my nose and I smiled. Maybe that was the reason, why he didn’t use soap. Stepping away from the shower, I squeezed some excess water from my hair.

“What shampoo do you use?” I asked as I crossed over to the cupboard. He told me and I brought it over to him, as he stepped over to the shower.

“Thanks.” I grinned. “Well trained human, knows many commands, available for a good home.”

Now he laughed, held my hand as I handed him the bottle. “How well trained?” “Try and find out”, I teased him.

The last 24 hours had changed me. Right now, I felt safe, even flirty. After escort bayan güneyşehir being scared, hunted by nightmares and unable to sleep. Rational? Not at all.

Grinning a wolfish grin, he pointed to the floor. “Sit.” It took me just a moment to decide. In a fluent movement I went down on my knees, legs slightly apart, and looked up at him. “Good girl”, he smiled down at me and started to shower. “Stay.”

Relaxed I stayed on the floor, watched him shower. He used the shampoo all over his body, taking his time and I followed his movements with my eyes. Just like a good dog. I grinned again.

My owner turned off the shower, shook himself just like a dog. Lowering my head to avoid the droplets my grin widened. Now he behaved just like a dog.

I heard his soft steps, turned my head and wanted to get up to follow him, but he raised his hand. “Stay.” So, I stayed, watched him dry himself with a big towel. He reached for a new one and came back to me. I held out my hand, but he shook his head.

Ever so gently he started to dry my wet skin. The towel was fluffy, his grip gentle but firm. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the treatment. When he was finished he patted my flank. “Come on.”

Just for the fun of it I stayed on my hands and knees as I followed him from the bathroom.

He smiled down at me again, but I thought I saw a twinkle in his eye. Two doors down from the bathroom he led me into a room, that lay in semi-darkness. I could make out the shapes of a big sofa and some armchairs, felt the soft, thick carpet under my fingers.

He sat down on the sofa and reached for a remote, flicked on the big flat screen telly on the opposite wall.

I remained on the floor, leaned against his leg and placed my chin on his thigh.

“Yes, I can see, that you are very well trained.” He petted my head, as he flicked through the options on the screen. After he had ***********ed a film, he patted next to him on the sofa. “In my house, dogs and humans are allowed on the sofa.” He grinned.

I got up, stretched my whole body before I sat down. After a moment’s hesitation I pulled my legs up and curled up next to him, my head resting on his lap.

We watched the movie in silence, and the next one. His hand was resting on my shoulder. A feeling rose in me, which I could not name. Not paying much attention to the film I tried to explore it. I hadn’t felt like that for a long time. When had been the last time? Back home, in my flat. My mate, Shaun, had been there, we had talked, ordered pizza and kicked the shit out of some other player team on my PS4. Happy. Not that short term high, but the deep feeling of happiness.

I laughed out loud. I just couldn’t help it. Here I was, owned by a werewolf, knowing he would use me for breeding, but I was happy.

“Uh?” Shooting me a questioning glance he took his hand away. I shook my head. “Nothing.” I was content with just lying here, savouring this feeling and hoping to store it away for rainy days. He touched me again, his fingers brushed my neck.

His hand moved on, the fingers brushed my collarbone, further down to my left tit. They stopped at my nipple, he rolled it between thumb and index-finger. I moaned softly, islahiye escort bayan closed my eyes.

“I want to fuck you.” There was no emotion in his voice, it was just a statement. “We should think of a command for that.”

I rose from his lap, careful not to lose contact with his fingers. “Just one word instead of five?” Smiling at him I got up. “How do you want me? On my knees? On the sofa, getting ready?”

He smiled back at me, rose as well. “Do you really need to?” With one swift movement he reached for me, turned me around. His hands moved over my body, spread my legs and without further ado he showed his fingers in my cunt. I gasped, more out of surprise. It didn’t hurt at all, they slid in easily, felt good. “You are in heat”, he whispered in my ear. “You are wet.” Even though I had not noticed it, he was right.

“Please,” I murmured, “can you change?” Chuckling he withdrew his fingers and let go of me. “Sure.”

I turned around. His features were already changing, the fur grew. It was fascinating, watching a man turn into a man-wolf. Especially in the knowledge, that he would fuck you. My gaze trailed down to his cock. But I couldn’t see it. It was still in its sheath, hidden in the thick black fur. A wave of disappointment hit me. To be fair, I couldn’t remember if his human cock had been hard, I definitely hadn’t felt it, while I was lying on his lap.

Transformation complete, he got down on all fours. There was no way mistaking him for a wolf or a dog. The proportions were wrong,

Sniffing audibly, he came to me, buried his muzzle in my crotch. After all the experience with him and his dogs, the first touch of the cold wet nose was something I just did not get used to. Involuntarily, I took a step back. He followed, urged me further back, directed me to the sofa. So, I sat down, spread my legs as wide as I could. His long tongue lashed over my pussy-lips, worked its way between them. I moaned. The difference between him and his dogs was, that he knew what he was doing to me. He knew all my sensitive spots, made me feel right now, like I had never felt before. Feeling light-headed I leaned my head back, moved my ass nearer to the edge. The licking stopped.

Just as I opened my mouth to protest, I felt his paws on my shoulder. His dick, now hard and ready, probed for the entrance of my cunt. I moaned as he slid inside me. Slowly he pushed himself deeper, buried his cock in me, paused and withdrew. And again, and again, painfully slow and deep, filling my wet cunt, stretching me, just on the brink of hurting me. I ran my hands through his fur, moaned softly. I felt the muscles in his back, the root of his tail, his firm ass. Lifting my feet of the ground I wrapped my legs around him. His tail gave me a nice resting point for them, and I pulled him close.

He growled. By now, I knew that this sound meant, that he liked it. I moaned, I liked it too. He was panting in my ear now, humping me faster. Not long now, I could feel it. He was close, I was feeling light-headed and great, but far away from an orgasm. His fur brushed my skin as he pulled me closer, trying to fuck me even deeper. Forcing his cock all the way in with each thrust, hurting me slightly, he growled again. I felt the knot begin to swell, pulled him closer. Panting he came, buried his muzzle in my long hair while he shot his hot load deep inside me. I groaned, as the knot sealed our connection. It had been good, but…

Without effort he wrapped his arms around me and got up. Careful he lowered us unto the ground, lay down on the floor and held me in his arms.

Il lève mes bras vers la tête du lit, lentement, tendrement; comme s’il me demandait la permission silencieusement.

« Ne bouge pas ».

Je suis là, étendue nue sur ce lit que je partage avec lui depuis si peu de temps. Nous venons a peine de nous rencontrer. Il y a un mois pas plus et pourtant cela me semble longtemps déjà! Il soulève son corps posé sur le mien et son regard me parcourt intensément. Ses mains en tracent le dessin, soupesant mes seins murs et fermes.

« Tu es si belle! »

Je sens son sexe durcir sur mon ventre, trembler, y chercher sa niche. Comme j’aime sentir ce membre chaud contre moi! Mes seins deviennent plus fermes, leurs petits tétons roses se pointant vers cet homme que je désire.

« Je t’en prie, ne bouge pas » répète-t-il alors que ma main se glisse vers sa queue toute ferme à présent. Je veux toucher, je veux diriger. Cette attente me rends folle! Mon sexe se mouille, s’ouvre, le désire en moi!

Il a éveillé ma passion un peu plus tôt alors que nous étions à ce spectacle de blues, musique sensuelle entre toutes! Alors qu’il me caresse, je me souviens de cet instant magique. Pendant l’entracte, il m’emmène sur la terrasse supérieure de ce charmant pub où nous escort gaziantep yabancı bayan sommes. Devant la mer qui s’écoule à nos pieds, il me soulève, m’assoit sur la balustrade et met un genou par terre. Il n’y a personne, nous sommes seuls, ou du moins, pour le moment, qui sait. Perdant son regard dans l’ample décolleté de ma robe, il remonte ses mains le long de mes cuisses. Il enlève alors doucement ma culotte qu’il met dans sa poche de pantalons. Là, à genoux devant moi, il dit :

« Je t’aime, je suis prêt à t’ouvrir mon cœur comme je n’ai fait pour personne d’autre depuis si longtemps. Je te promets, il n’y aura jamais de routine entre nous, toujours le plaisir et la passion! »

Pendant qu’il me dit cela, sa main se balade délicatement sur mon sexe offert. Le reste du spectacle me paraît interminable alors que je n’ai qu’une envie, lui!

Remettant mes bras à la tête du lit, il se penche vers moi. Sa bouche s’abreuve à ce téton durci de désir. Il parcourt mon corps d’une main pendant que de l’autre il tient mes bras soulevés. Je le sens qui caresse mon flan cheminant vers mon ventre. Mon dos s’arque pour mieux recevoir genç escort gaziantep sa bouche qui suce goulûment ce sein, cette main qui descends vers mon sexe ouvert. Sa langue suit le parcours que sa main a tracé et bientôt le voilà qui trouve l’antre de mon désir.

Il sépare mes cuisses pour mieux savourer. Il s’attarde sur mes lèvres, les dessinant de sa langue, les happant avec fermeté pour mieux les embrasser de nouveau, découvrant ce bouton de plaisir qui n’attend que lui. D’un geste léger il le lèche…oh si doucement qu’il réveille en moi un soupir de désir, presque de douleur. Mes mains veulent tellement enserrer sa tête, le forcer à aller davantage au fond de moi! Mais je ne veux surtout pas qu’il s’arrête et je sais qu’il ne veut pas que je bouge car il m’a dit :

« ne bouge pas je t’en prie ».

Je m’efforce donc de rester immobile sous cette caresse que je veux plus intense. Je me soumets à sa douce torture. Il lèche plus intensément à présent sentant ma complainte s’intensifier. Au moment où je crois que mon sexe va exploser dans cette bouche affamée, il remonte vers moi. Il embrasse mes lèvres avec une ardeur que je n’ai jamais gaziantep gerçek resimli escort bayan connu avec mes autres amants. Il trouve l’antre de ma douleur, de mon plaisir et y enfonce son sexe profondément, m’arrachant un soupir de bonheur. Alors que ses lèvres tentent de s’abreuver de ce baiser, que nos bouches se scellent passionnément, il va et vient en moi de plus en plus vite, de plus en plus fort. Je n’arrive plus à respirer. Il suspend alors notre baiser passionné pour murmurer:

« il y a des moments ou j’ai envie de te faire l’amour tout doucement comme ca… »

Il ralentit le rythme pour me le démontrer

«… et de te dire je t’aime, je t’aime. D’autres fois, je veux te prendre, te faire mienne toute entière ».

Scellant nos lèvres de nouveau, il resserre son étreinte. Son va et vient se fait maintenant intense, pressant. Mon corps se laisse bercer par cette étreinte passionnée, se fusionne avec le sien, se perds. Mon souffle devient court, mon sexe palpite de sa propre vie. Je vais exploser de cette envie que j’ai de lui! Nous atteignons l’extase tout les deux à l’unisson, unis par ce désir que nous avons partagé depuis le spectacle, haletants, tremblants, assouvis…pour l’instant.

Blottie dans ses bras, alors que ses mains parcourent mes seins avec délice, je retrouve mon souffle que je partage avec lui dans un dernier baiser passionné avant que le sommeil ne m’emporte dans le doux pays des rêves où il me fait l’amour…encore et encore…sachant que demain sera merveilleux, enrobé de désir, de complicité, d’amour et de cette douce soumission à cet homme qui me veut toute!

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DISCLAIMERS

In this series, I write from the perspective of the VILLAIN. That means I don’t agree with his choices, and you’re not supposed to either. We’re all acknowledging he is evil and wrong. Obviously nothing he does should ever be done in real life! Please be mature adults and separate fantasy from reality. This SHOULD evoke visceral, icky feelings. That’s the POINT. This is HORROR.

This is more PORN than PLOT.

All characters are 18+.This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to events, locales, or persons living or dead is purely coincidental.

FETISHES / WARNINGS

-Rape/Abuse/Violence

-Torture/Pain/Crying/Sadism

-Incest

-Bondage

-Gross bodily fluids tastes/smells

-Fingering dirty asshole

-Breastmilk

-Fisting

-Squirting

-Pissing

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Chapter 6 – Winter Showers

I rest for a few minutes, letting my heart rate come down, exhausted. I admire the sight. The beautiful, expensive four-poster-bed so defiled and desecrated. King-sized mattress soaked with piss and fluids. Vertical black iron posts running up from each corner of the bed, connected at the top by horizontal beams, which usually just drape fancy curtains down the sides of the bed. But now they hang a dripping mess of mother and daughter suspended above the bed. Grace twitches limply, in a sort of hovering missionary position, all four limbs stretched and hanging from the 4 corners of the beams above. Her 18 year old daughter, Ella, lays unconscious on top of her in 69 position, arms bound in a hug around her mother’s waist.

I almost can’t believe what just happened. I took the girl’s virginity so savagely that she passed out and pissed herself all over her mother’s face.

It reminds me I have to piss too. Well Kadir has to I guess. I look down at the body I possess. Grace’s husband, Ella’s dad. Kadir’s stamina has been incredible. I won’t need much of a rest before this body is ready to go again.

But first… I look back up at Ella. Blood and piss still wet on her poor little cunthole. I actually hope she isn’t too hurt, but vengeance urges me on. The man I once was would never do this. But the monster I’ve become forces me to keep going.

I stand on the bed and start taking the women down from their restraints. I leave the ring gags in their mouths, detachable cuffs on their ankles and wrists, but carefully bring them down to lay on the bed. Grace starts to roll into a ball around poor Ella, cover her up, but I yank her away. “No no, I’ve got plans for you.” She sobs and reluctantly lets me pull her to the foot of the bed. Leaving Ella laying unconscious, a tiny bit of blood trickling out of her pussy to stain the sheets.

I stand with Grace on the edge of the bed, and start to string her up again. She doesn’t fight me, but can barely hold herself up anymore, her knees shaking, relying on me to keep her from falling off the bed. I bind her wrists together straight above her head, attaching them to the sturdy horizontal beam above us. Then I put straps around her knees, suspending them from above too. Her thighs are spread as wide as they go, her feet dangling straight down.

I step down and look. It took a while, but the view is worth it. Kadir’s lovely wife Grace hangs suspended a couple feet above the mattress, between the 2 posts at the foot of the bed, facing away from the bed. Her body is petite, but a bit of plumpness and curves in the right places. Arms straight up, body completely vertical. Legs spread wide, bent down at the knees. She hangs her head limply, her pretty blue eyes not making eye contact, defeated.

Her hair was once expensively done blonde and brown highlights, wavy shoulder length locks. Now a dripping mess. Her fair skin, red and flushed, sweaty. Her platinum white painted toenails the only reminder of the classy mom she was before.

I walk over to the supplies I bought earlier and find some zip-ties. Then I go to where Ella lays on the bed. So sweet and broken. Her tiny body. Dusky skin with tan-lines, silky black hair.

She’s starting to wake up. I hurry. I strip her completely naked. Her ripped pink pajama pants and cotton panties were still partially clinging on. I take the material and start stuffing it in my mouth. I notice the flavor of her panties. Still mostly clean, they have a hint of sourness from pussy juice, piss, and sweat. My cock starts to stiffen a bit. I then rip her pants in half and stuff one part in my mouth, really making sure Kadir is fully gagged. The other part I wrap tightly around my mouth, tying it behind my head. I test it, trying to make some noise. Good enough.

I then zip-tie my ankles and then wrists to one of the vertical bed posts right near where Grace hangs. The bed is so sturdy, he won’t be able to do a thing, just out of reach, helplessly standing next to his wife and daughter. I can’t wait.

Just as Ella starts to moan, waking up in pain, I leave Kadir’s body and swoop over into Ella’s. The pain is immediate. I almost puke, god this feels awful. I almost feel bad for the poor girl. At least I can bear her pain for a while, give her a break. They don’t seem to be conscious while I’m possessing their bodies.

I take the ring gag off my face and open and close my jaw a few times. Damn that’s uncomfortable. My lips and cheeks feel raw.

I sit up in the bed and look down. My legs shaking. God my insides are on fire. I feel her pussy, fingering the wet hole. The bleeding has stopped. Painful, but nothing seems too badly hurt.

Kadir starts to shout, muffled by his gag. I crawl over to him. He thrashes around in a confused rage, looking from me to Grace hanging above. “Mmmm mmm!” Shock and horror in his eye as he muffles into his gag.

“Daddy, you did this. You fucked mommy and me. Look daddy. You popped my cherry.” I enjoy teasing him, getting as weird as I can just for the hell of it. I crawl close to him, as he stands there tied to the bed post, trying to escape with all his strength. I face my ass to him, bent over on all fours. And I wiggle around, spreading open wide, twerking my little ass around. I reach under and finger myself right in front of him. He looks away in horror, unable to comprehend what’s happening.

I stand at the foot of the bed right next to Grace. Still in pain, but it’s getting better. I grab her ass, feel her up and down, hug her gently. She flinches in confusion. I peek around her body to look her in the face. She has a renewed look of confusion as her husband and daughter seem to be acting so differently suddenly. She looks at me with utter shock in her pretty blue escort gaziantep rus bayan eyes. The shocked expression intensified by the ring gag forcing her mouth open in a wide “O” shape. I smile and kiss her on the cheek, “It’s ok mommy.”

I recoil a bit from all the nasty fluids all over her used face. “Ew mommy, you’re gross. We need to take a bath soon.”

I feel around her body again, enjoying the helpless position I have her in, making Kadir watch just out of reach.

Her face and hair are gross, but the rest of her just has a sexy sheen of sweat. Musky, but still pleasant. I caress her exposed armpits. A tiny hint of stubble, just a day’s worth of not shaving. I hug her tightly and shove my little face in, rubbing around over my nose and cheeks and mouth. I inhale her. Kinda gross, but still a hint of her feminine vanilla scent. I lick and slobber all over, tasting her salty skin. She squirms, so embarrassed, so weirded out that her daughter is doing this. I giggle and continue licking, down and across her sideboob. So warm and squishy.

I reach down and grab a handful of mommy’s naked buttcheek, squeezing and sliding my little hand around. I finger my pussy with the other hand, trying to get past the pain, get back to pleasure. Her cunt is so sensitive and raw, but starts to get wet.

I kneel down and spread Grace’s cheeks apart. I take my little fingers and touch them to her dirty asshole. The brown puckered flesh juxtaposed against these fingers, nails painted a cute girly blue, it’s just so wrong. I poke and prod and swirl around. She squirms and kicks helplessly. I shove a finger in suddenly, a knuckle deep. She flinches and recoils violently, but I leave it there. I’m careful not to dig around too much, for fear of anything too nasty. I stick my mouth up to an asscheek right in front of me and kiss deeply, sucking and biting gently.

I take the finger out of her asshole and quickly shove it without warning up into her pussy. She lets out a muffled squeal as I rapidly start poking my little finger in and out, cleaning it off with her pussy juices.

I duck down under Grace, crawling between her suspended legs. Then I carefully grab onto the ripped gray shorts that still cling around her waist, pulling myself up in front of her, face to face. Standing so close to the edge of the bed, I have to hug her tightly so I don’t fall off. I slide up and down on her, enjoying the slickness, feeling our sweaty bodies grinding on each other. Nipples on nipples, belly on belly, pussy on pussy.

“God mommy, this is so hot. I can feel my little pussy getting wetter.” Grace wiggles around in shock and disgust. Her dangling feet kicking around helplessly on either side of us. “No seriously, taste.” I dig a finger into my slick pussy and swirl around. I take it out and shove it straight in her forced-open mouth, wiping it around on her helpless tongue inside. She makes a gross gagging sound and I pull out.

I slide my face down to her tits and bury myself into her cleavage. Moving back and forth across the slick, sweaty flesh. Her white tank top, ripped open in the front, still clings around the sides and underside of her breasts, cupping them together slightly. I push my face down deep into the shadow of her cleavage and shirt material. Her full breasts warm and smooth against my ears.

I pull back and plant my mouth around a teat. Sucking deeply, flicking my tongue around puffy nipple, tasting her salty skin. She lets out a muffled squeak as I suck painfully hard. Then my mouth starts to flood with her warm milk. So sweet, better than regular milk. I suck and swirl my tongue, splashing it around in my little mouth.

With a mouthful, I back off from her tit, lips tight. I slide up to her face, and before she even knows what’s happening, I kiss her full on the mouth, her ring gag forcing her open. I spit the mouthful of warm milk straight into her. Grace’s breast milk forced into her own mouth. She coughs and sputters, wrenching her head away and spilling it all over us. It runs down our chins, necks, tits. I giggle, “Mommy stop making a mess.”

I grind up and down, feeling the warm liquid slide around our naked bodies. Then I start lapping it up with my tongue. Grace’s salty flesh is now sweet and creamy. I hump my hips up and forward, aggressively banging my little pussy into my mommy’s cunt, spread wide in front of me. Humping and gyrating into her, I lick and suck at her tits and chest and neck, slurping up all the sweet milk.

Panting, my pussy sopping wet, I climb down from the bed onto the carpet and stare up at Grace’s dripping body. I’m tall enough to reach her pussy from here. Perfect.

I go to the supplies from the store and come back with a bottle of lube. I open it up. Hmm, nice floral scent, great. I squirt plenty out on my hand. I walk up to Grace and reach up.

I lather and rub around mommy’s pussy, getting her more than wet. Excessively lubed up, dripping a bit. I swirl it around, enjoying the feel, rubbing slick fingers through her folds, slipping a finger in and out of her hole every so often. I get my hand nice and soaked too.

Then I pinch all my fingers together into a point and slide without warning up inside her opening. She starts squealing and thrashing about, her legs kicking wildly. But it’s no use, she can barely move.

My painted blue fingernails disappear inside her. One knuckle deep, then two. A squelching sound as her lips are forced open, forced to take the little fingers. Three knuckles deep and she’s straining, pussy stretched out painfully. I back out, then wiggle slowly in and out a few times, trying to warm her up to it.

I twist and slide gently in and out, then squirt some more lube onto my fingers. It drips to the edge of the bed and the carpet below. Squelch Squelch, my cute little almond colored hand keeps digging into her stretched pink hole.

Plenty of lube, I drop the bottle and gather some of the excess onto my other hand. I start playing with my own pussy, rubbing and sliding around, so fucking aroused. I reach around the back and swirl a finger on my little asshole too. God Ella’s body reacts so well to that. My knees shake a bit. Back and forth between pussy and asshole. It becomes subconscious as I return my attention to my mommy.

As wet and warmed up as she’s going to get, I thrust up suddenly as hard as my little arm can punch. Splop! My hand finally pops past the last knuckles. Inside mommy’s cunt. Grace inhales sharply, her breath catching in her throat. Then a moment later she lets out a muffled wail of pain mixed with forced pleasure. Her body spasms violently, her pussy lips quiver around my wrist. Still held suspended at the knees, her feet flop around freely, her toes curl and clench, nice painted white toenails so sexy in this crazy position. escort bayan gaziantep swinger

I rub viciously at my pussy with my free hand, so turned on, panting hard. I feel wetness dripping down my inner thighs. I bring my fingers to my mouth to suck little Ella’s sour pussy juice, then return it to rub furiously again.

I can barely stand, but I force myself to continue, now punching in and out slightly, Grace’s cunt clenched tight around my little fist. I flex my fingers around inside her, feeling her insides, the movement making her squirm and writhe out of control. It almost hurts my hand, so tight. As hard as it was to get inside, now that I’m in, she won’t let go, practically sucking my hand up in her. I thrust about an inch or two, in and out, sticky sounds from all the lube. Sloppy wet fapping sounds from my own pussy, as I rub furiously.

“Mommy has to pee doesn’t she? I know you’ve been holding it in this whole time. Come on mommy, let it out!” Grace’s face is clenching, eyes pinched tightly shut, trying to endure everything she’s feeling. Her body vibrates, shaking against her will.

“You do, don’t you? You have to pee. Go on mommy, pee! Pssss pssss! Come on, I did it, now it’s your turn.” I tease her, pumping my fist harder and harder within her. My knees are barely holding me up, my pussy is on fire. Rubbing so hard, I’m getting so close.

Another full minute of pumping my fist in and out slightly. I clench and make a fist inside her. She moans in pain. But the moan gives away another feeling too. She cant help it, the stimulation too intense. She’s close to cumming. I rub harder, getting closer myself. SplickSplickSplickSplickSplickSplick, I can actually feel droplets of my pussy juice flinging off onto my legs, onto the floor.

Grace’s face is tightened up, she’s holding back, holding her breath. Trying so hard to hold it all in.

I keep my little hand inside her clenched in a fist. And I yank down hard. Pulling free with a loud SPLOP sound. The shock jolts through Grace’s whole body, her breath releasing rapidly, her eyes shooting open in pain and pleasure, a waterfall coming over her… and over me too.

She unloads, cumming, squirting for a full 3 seconds, right in my face. I open my mouth, letting it drench my tongue, splash all over my little face and hair. I rub at my pussy in a wild frenzy of lust, as mommy squirts all over her little daughter. Grace lets out an animalistic, guttural moan, and I let out a little girly scream of excitement, like a kid playing in a sprinkler.

On the verge of passing out from the overwhelming orgasm, Grace can’t control her body anymore. She’s been holding her piss all night. It starts spraying out, immediately following the squirting orgasm. Straight onto my face below. I close my eyes and smile with my mouth wide. The warmth splashes over my head and hair, nose and cheeks. I gurgle loudly as it fills my waiting mouth. I gag slightly, but rub my pussy harder, so turned on by how dirty and wrong this all is.

I’m so close. I drive 2 little fingers up inside my pussy hole, wet and sloppy. I crank in and out as hard as I can, and with my other hand, I reach around and start swirling my drenched fingers around my little brown hole.

I spit the piss out of my mouth. I’m getting drenched. Mommy keeps peeing. Her body twitches, she moans, no control, close to passing out. Warmth splashes and trickles down my whole body. A literal golden shower. I bring my hand from my asshole up to my tits and chest, rubbing the liquid around, pretending to take a real shower. Sliding under armpit, then down belly, moving my head around to let it hit every angle of my long black hair.

Then back to my asshole. I pump in and out of pussy with one hand, then prod forcefully at my brown hole with the other. I push and push at the asshole. It’s tight, but I keep going. On the verge of orgasm, I force a tiny finger into my sphincter, just one knuckle deep.

And that’s it, I’m over the edge. My legs give out, I drop down to my knees, both hands still penetrating both my holes, piss still raining down, spattering onto my head and neck as I crumple down and begin shaking. I let out a high pitched moan of ecstasy, letting my voice make whatever it wants to. This is probably Ella’s first ever orgasm. I can feel how foreign it is to her. And she didn’t witness it, I did. I can hardly move, just twitching, crumpled down kneeling on the floor, my hands stuck up inside me underneath. The stream of piss slowing, still lightly trickling down on me from above.

I lay like this for a few minutes, unable to move. Wow, that was incredible. I look up and see Grace hanging limply, groggy, only half awake, barely aware of her surroundings. I struggle but finally manage to lift myself enough to let my fingers out from my ass and pussy beneath me. I get a whiff of a lewd, sour smell from my fingers, but it’s quickly replaced again with the gross smell of piss.

I crawl slowly, every inch of movement so difficult. I grab some scissors from the supplies nearby, then make my way over to Kadir. He stands pathetically mumbling to himself, zip-tied to the bed post, staring into space, his mind broken by what he’s witnessed. I put the scissors within reach of his hands on the bed. And I leave Ella’s body to crumple back down to the floor in exhaustion.

Before Kadir can react to his daughter crawling over to him and placing scissors right next to him within reach, I leave her body and quickly possess his.

Ella collapses to the floor, looking around in horror, coming back to reality and failing to understand what’s happening. She looks so cute and helpless. She’s 18, but looks much younger, her body is a late-bloomer, and she’s been so pampered and spoiled by her parents that her mind is completely innocent and naive.

It only takes me a minute to grab the scissors with my bound hands, flip them around toward my wrists, and carefully cut off the zip-tie. I then cut my ankles free, and turn back to Ella and Grace.

Grace, Kadir’s beautiful wife, Ella’s mother, hangs suspended from the four-poster-bed. The corners of the bed have vertical posts going up toward the ceiling. The tops of those have horizontal beams connecting all four corners, for hanging curtains. I’ve been hanging much more than that. Grace’s motherly body is drenched with sweat, facing away from the bed, above the foot of the bed. Her arms bound at the wrist, tied straight up above her head. Her legs are spread wide, hanging at the knees, feet dangling down. Her mouth is forced open in a kinky “O” shape with a gag ring. Her pussy is slightly gaped open, having just been fisted to squirting orgasm by her own daughter’s little hand. Ella lays struggling to get up from the floor nearby, drenched with squirt and piss from her mother.

The gaziantep travesti escort kızlar smell of piss in the room is gross, almost a turnoff. But the erotic bdsm position Grace is in helps balance it out. Still, that smell. It reminds me of how much Kadir’s body has to piss. I had him drink a bunch earlier, and he’s been holding it all night.

I climb on the bed and start taking Grace down carefully. She’s limp and can barely hold herself up, so I carry her full weight in my arms. I lay her down near Ella, on the floor near the foot of the bed. Then I go grab Ella’s ring gag and strap it back on her head. I don’t want them biting me.

I lay both girls faceup, side by side, and look them over. So sexy and perfect. Grace’s classy blonde and brown hair is now matted and wet. Ella’s silky black hair is just as bad. Grace stares up at me with bloodshot, teary blue eyes. Ella’s hazel irises, so cute,still hazy with her recent orgasm, her bold dark eyebrows so expressive and worried.

I kneel down and feel them up. Ella’s dusky body is slick with piss. I slide over her small breasts, pinching gently at her little nipples, her slightly large areolas. Grace is sticky and gross with sweat, but it gives her a sexy sheen. Her creamy pale skin, so beautiful in contrast to Ella’s darkness. I squeeze a handful of her full, motherly breast, nipple puffy, still holding milk within. Down to their bellies, Ella’s so fit and toned, Grace’s has a hint of belly fat from pregnancy that she’s been unable to fully get rid of. I slide down their bodies. To their perfect pussies. Ella’s is small and compact, dark lips barely poking out from her little puffy “innie” mound. Grace’s is so pink, her folds flowering out so sensually. Ella is completely smooth and hairless. Grace has just the right amount of womanly, trimmed pubes.

I roll them both over. Both so weak, they just limply flop over. Damn, these asses are so nice too. I give them both a squeeze at the same time, one in each hand. Grace so full and thick, Ella’s it perky and tight. I jiggle and slap gently. Watching them ripple and bounce. Ella squirms a bit, Grace whimpers into the floor.

I lift their hips up off the floor, one at a time. Getting them side by side with their asses up in the air facing me. Up on their knees, but their chests and faces flat on the floor still. “God you girls are so sexy. Look at that.”

I start to stiffen a bit. Their backs arched sensually. Both of their pussies stare right up at me. Lips gently parted from the position. Asscheeks spread just enough to reveal little brown assholes.

With my cock about half stiff, I aim it forward and let myself relax. They start to shift a bit and I reach down and give them each a hard slap on the ass. “Hold still! Both of you!” I relax my bladder and unload down on them.

Piss flows out, and the feeling is like an orgasm all over again. I sigh and grunt, god it feels so good. It splashes down directly on Grace’s asscheek, then in toward her pussy and asshole. Loudly pattering and splashing on her skin. Then I aim over to Ella and soak her ass. She starts to lift up, wanting to get a way. “No! Ella stay!” I piss harder, trying to aim for asshole, then little pussy.

My cock is just hard enough, so I try something. I kneel down behind Grace, clenching and holding my piss for a second. I plunge into her cunt without warning. She squeals but I hold her steady by the hips and thrust in deep. I hold there, and then let myself relax again, starting to piss within her. I feel it pooling around my cock inside her.

Jesus what a weird feeling. It’s something I’d never do normally, no woman would allow it, I would feel too weird to ever bring it up. But tonight, anything goes. I’m the father of the house, and it’s a wife and daughter’s duty to let their bodies be used. Christmas is about family after all.

I pull out and her pussy goes SPLURT and floods piss down onto her legs and feet. I push back in, still pissing. God damn.

I clench and quickly move over behind Ella. She’s tighter, so I have to really prod and poke until I can slip into her. She fights me a bit so I grab her haunches tight, giving her a few sharp smacks on the asscheeks. Inside, I relax again and flood her hole. She fills up really quickly and I feel it overflowing, squirting out around the base of my cock. I hump in and out, only able to stay half hard while pissing. It splashes and trickles out, down her thighs.

I clench one last time, stopping the flow painfully. I pull out of Ella and reach down and grab her hair. I lift her by her wet black hair and bring her face around to face me as I get behind Grace again. Her mother’s ass in the air, I force Ella’s face down onto Grace’s rump, cheek resting sideways onto asscheek, staring up at me.

I hold Ella’s hair to keep her head resting on her mom’s ass, and I grab my cock with my other hand. I slap it down over and over, onto the girl’s face, onto her mom’s asscheeks, onto pussy and asshole.

Ella pinches her face up, clenching her eyes shut. But her mouth is still forced open by the gag ring. So I shove my cock inside her mouth and hump in and out, careful not to make her gag. I pull out as she starts coughing. My cock is hard now. Holding Ella there still, I plunge into Grace’s pussy aggressively. I take her, use her. They both struggle and move around, but I hold them steady and fuck into Grace’s cunt hard.

I thrust with abandon, not savoring them this time. Just pummeling in and out. Splat Splat Splat, into her pussy. Ella whimpers, holding her eyes shut with her cheek pressed tightly on her mom’s butt. I pull out of Grace, thrust into Ella’s mouth for 2 big pumps, she coughs and gags. I thrust back into Grace and smash in and out viciously.

Close to cumming, I pull out with a sloppy Plop sound, and jerk myself feverishly. Grunting, I unload all over Ella’s little face, inside her open mouth, on her nose and cheek and shut eyelid. Then I shove back in Grace to let out the last few spurts inside her pussy.

I relax, still inside her, breathing deeply, coming down from my climax. Heart racing, I hold Ella’s hair, keeping her on her mom’s rump. I admire the lewd sight, a daughter covered in cum, laying her face on her mother’s asscheek, with my cock buried deep.

My erection starting to soften, still inside her pussy, I let go again. Flooding her cum-filled cunt with the last of my piss. I sigh in utter bliss. The ultimate relief.

I let out the last little drops of piss inside her, give her ass a hard slap, and then pull out hard, my limp cock splashing out of her wet hole. I watch as piss and cum gush out of her used pussy. I let her go and she collapses down flat on the floor, still pouring nasty liquid out onto the carpet. Ella recoils and rolls away.

I sit there enjoying the sloppy sight for a minute, then pat Grace on the asscheek and get up. The smell is getting unbearable. I think it’s time to move on.

“Well, I think we ruined the bedroom. Let’s go get ourselves cleaned up.”

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I woke up at 1 am with a throbbing pain between my legs, struggling to open my eyes and breathe, my lungs short of air from having kept my pulse low for awhile. Now I clearly feel it rising again as my hand searches down to grab a hold of my cock. It is rock hard, the front of my boxers is wet and clinging to the throbbing shaft as if it is trying to keep it down, it is pulsating and pushing upwards to peek out from the elastic band. I must have had a good dream I didn’t remember it. All I remember is falling asleep to the smell of Heather’s shampoo lingering in her hair long after she showered.

She is laying with her back closely pressed to my chest, her legs pulled up and her chin sunk down towards her chest. She is asleep; her hands are grabbing onto the edge of the duvet as if she is trying to cover herself up and I feel it strangling me, leaving me unable to move while sweat starts forming in a layer all over my body. My face is wet and red by the time I push the boxers down and feel my balls. I wonder for how long I’d been asleep like this. I feel as if I’m bursting though partly asleep, my heartbeat only slowly catching up with me as I’m adjusting my eyes to the dark room, soon making out the shape of Heather’s figure pushing up the duvet. Earlier in the evening in the kitchen, she was bent over the island edge, her legs slamming into the lower cabinet and her arms desperately grabbing the edge.

They’d been all over me; we’d been fucking for the third time her arms wrapped around me as she tried holding still, covering up her screams by closing her mouth tightly around my neck. She left five bite marks which had now turned a deep shade of blue. They stung a little as I turn my head to glance into her hair, the long locks surrounding my face and making me breathe shampoo again. She smells wonderful. It didn’t help my hard on. I wanted to go back to sleep, but I couldn’t. The pulsation is too loud, sending shivers through ever vein in my body. I give the head a light squeeze and can immediately feel the precum slipping out of the tip and into the damp fabric of the boxers. There is no way I can go back to dreaming like this and with a quick glance at Heather’s sleeping face, I start jerking off. My fingers move up and down the warm shaft, the movement slowly at first but soon quickening in pace.

The sound of my palm hitting the base of my cock echos in the room like small slaps. My balls pull up at ever jerk. The hairy sack is filled with cum and I try pulling at it to make it go quicker, I was left on the edge without relief. It made me gasp and swear beneath my breath. ” Come on,” I whisper and press the back of my head into the pillow, trying to think of something sexy, my mind is blocked with the drowsy dream from earlier and I’m unable to do anything but to stare up at the dark ceiling. ” Fuck…” I whisper out of breath and let go of my throbbing cock to wipe my forehead. The pain is worse my dick wants more than a hand and a fantasy, as I turn my head again and glare at Heather, I know what I had to do.

I slip closer quietly. She didn’t move. Her curved back pressing to my chest again as I press my groin in between her legs, my hard cock resting on her soft, warm thighs. I feel now she is sweating too; it is lightly moist here and as I push myself in, I gasp to her hair and bit my lower lip. It is like being licked and squeezed by a pair of tight, pretty lips. I pull out a little, letting my cock slip until only the head is held securely and I push lightly forward again, feeling the stroke down the side of my veins, filling me with warmth. She still isn’t waking up – it makes me move closer, placing a arm in around her and, as if she is asking me to continue, the pressure makes her let go of the duvet which slips a little down, revealing her small, perky breasts. I’m now rocking steadily to her thighs, my gaze resting on her breasts, and I can’t help myself from grabbing one of them, clenching it in the palm of my hand and making her gasp.

” Mhmm…” Her sound made me stop, but she kept sleeping, the light whistling telling me she had no idea what is going on. I got brave; my cock kept pulsating more and my pulse rising, I start tugging on her nipple, fondling her breasts and rocking more faster, my cock moving in and out between her legs fast my balls slapping her skin. Heather starts making more sounds; her hands start moving, her lips spread open as she gasps in her sleep, turning her head as to listen carefully to what is going on. I reach up and press my fingers to her mouth to feel she is breathing deeply and she is still gone. I can’t quite understand it, then my lazy memory picks up on the nights event; Heather had a headache and taken a sleeping pill to make sure she would doze off. It was working wonders and it left me questioning if I could do anything to her now, play with her body however I want without having her wake up. I didn’t know how powerful such a pill is. All I know is that I’m hard, Heather is next to me and, as I slip my hand up between escort jigolo gaziantep her legs, I realise she is wet.

Her labia spreads for me and her clitoris rubs hard aganist my fingers. She is dreaming sweet dreams too; her eyes are moving beneath her eyelids and soon her lips close around my fingers, sucking them in as if she is trying not to say a word. I feel a mixture of my cum from the day before and her liquids having dried on her skin, with the sweat it seems to melt, helping as a lube as I drag my fingers up and down her labia, in between them and pushing at her entrance, the ring of muscles opening and closing for me as if she is telling me to go on. My body is alert; I know this is wrong, but my cock does not care. I can’t help myself. With my breath caught in my throat trying not to say a word, I grab at my cock and lead it up between her legs to her pussy, all the way up until the fat cockhead slips between her labia and rests at the entrance. I take in a breath.

Heather’s labia clenchs around me tugging at my cockhead as she is milking it. I start pushing inside of her, her lips open and she gasps. In sleep her whole body is unprepared, now it starts waking up at the strange entrance, pushing me back while I push myself inside with force. I sense her lips wriggling now as if moaning or speaking, and as I look down at her face again, her eyes are opening, the hazy blue in them confused. I gasp and push in further, and her eyes close shortly and then open wide. She is about to say something, I press my fingers closely to her lips, soon covering her mouth with my whole hand, and she looks up at me confused and I smile lazily and push in more.

Her legs are moving now, I’m part way inside. Her slick, wet entrance is squeezing me, tugging at me as I force her open, pushing my fat cock all the way up into her. The whole length strokes across her clitoris making her mumble words to my palm. Her hands are up to grab at my arm, I’m not moving it; I press her back into me with my hand on her mouth and one on her breast, filling her fully with my cock in a loud gasp of pleasure. Her wriggling only makes me hornier; the way she struggles around me is like rubbing, sucking and tugging at the same time, sending me close to the edge and making my balls pull up.

I feel sweat all over my body, especially now as Heather is this close to me too, and I take a good hold of her chest as I start pulling out of her only to force myself up inside of her again, making her squirm. She has no escape; I start fucking her harder, my cock dripping precum deep inside of her as I rock her on and off my cock, then hold her tightly locked up against my body as I move my hips, fucking myself towards an orgasm using her tight pussy on myself as a toy of release. I feel her struggling starting to give up as my cock presses harder and harder to her clitoris, making it impossible for her not to feel pleasure snaking through her body, soon she isn’t struggling to speak but licking at my hand and kissing it, and I finally move it, letting her gasp in needed breath.

” Fucking.. hell John!” she gasps. ” I wanna.. Ah.. Sleep…” And I plunge two fingers deep in between her lips in a breathless laugh. ” I wanna fuck, babe,” I growl in her ear and her teeth close tightly by my knuckles. It hurt, I didn’t move, rather it made me fuck her harder, making the bed rock on the floor and her whole body bucking up and down. She is gasping between her tight bite, her eyes rolling around as I fondle her breasts, tugging at the nipples and playing with them. I’m so close to coming; her warm, tight pussy is squeezing me towards an orgasm quickly and my balls slapping aganist her flesh just pushes them more and more up, ready to release. She gasps before I did and I feel her pussy quivering and tightening around me as she cums, it makes me let go of her face and push her over, pressing her face into the mattress as she is whining, trying to come back to reality as she is spasming her release, I need it much more than she does.

I move myself on top of her, it is easy to keep fucking without her struggling anymore; she is pushed deep into the mattress, I slam rough and hard inside her despite having come already and I hear her gasp for breath, sobbing at the raw, forced entrance. ” Oh god… John,” I hear her whisper and I bit down on her shoulder, making her whine and finally feeling myself sent over the edge. I shuddered as I cum inside of her, filling her with four thick loads of cum. She gasps and slams her face into the pillow as if to hide it while I pull in heavy breaths, my lungs throbbing with a need for oxygen. I finally relax, slamming my body down on top of her smaller one as I gasp out in pleasure.

” That was amazing,” I mumble. Heather slowly turns her head and glares at me. ” I’ll pay you back for that, asshole,” she said, her voice wasn’t angry. I smile at her lazily. ” Are you getting off?” she asks after a minute or two, and I shake escort bayan gaziantep lezbiyen my head and wrap my arms around her as I stay on top of her. ” No. Sleep tight.” ” John, seriously. Pull out of me at least.” I press my nose into her hair, smell her shampoo and mumble: ” This will make the morning fuck easier. Go to sleep.” And so I did.

Around 5 am in the morning my warm hand strokes across Heather’s lower back as I push her further up. Her skin is soft, her spine curves beautifully and all I can think about is how lucky I am having meet her and having her as my lover. ” Damn, you are so sexy,” I purr as the lacy negligee slides from her shoulders. I can’t take it off of her without waking her up. I brush a lock of her messy hair out of her face and admire her beauty. I like this look the best. ” You look so sexy,” I whisper in her ear and she moves slightly. I start slipping both my hands down her body. I brush across her skin with my fingers, digging my tips into her buttocks leaning down to kiss each cheek. She smells of sex and sweat from our earlier fucking, of perfume and deodorant wearing off. She tastes wonderfully of me.

As I grab her moist panties and drag them down, I can smell how I had been in her, had her – the scent of fucking is overwhelming and as I push my face in between her buttocks, it only grows. I let her panties hang loosely by her knees as I spread her open and start licking at the line of her ass. My wet, tongue slips around her pucker, teasing the muscles at her entrance and leave a wet trail down towards her pussy. I purse my lips and kiss her wetly on the inside of her thighs and her ass, I place sloppy kisses on her hole. She tastes of soap and sperm, and every time I drag my tongue down closer to her pussy, I taste her wetness. Her labia opens easily for me allowing me to tease her with my mouth and feel how they pulsate and grow a little at the treatment. Heather starts to move on the bed and she is panting in her sleep. It takes a little more to wake her up fully.

I pop my finger in my mouth and wet it well before pushing it into her ass. Her pucker complies with my pushing and the muscles only slowly tighten around me. As I force a second finger inside of her, that is when Heather bashes her eyelashes harshly and moves her head to see what is going on. Her pucker tightens around my two fingers immediately and her slick muscles rub around them hotly as her lips part and she stares at me in disbelief. ” Fuck you,” She mumbles quietly as if out of breath. smirk a little and twist my fingers around, making her jump a little and moan. ” aaaaaahhhhh..aaaaahhhh.”
Her fingers dig into the duvet to grab at something. ” I’ll be doing the fucking,” I reply swiftly. ” Such a bad joke.” ” But a good fuck.” I curl my fingers a little before dragging them out slowly. Heather is moving her body with every little move I make. It is as if she tightens up every muscle until I’m almost outside of her, then she breathes out and relaxes – too soon. I feel her pucker loosen I quickly force my fingers deep inside of her until my knuckles slam to her soft skin. It left her moaning for more. ” Oh..Oh..God..Yes..Yes..
Oh god,” I hear her mumble before she presses her face into a pillow and I laugh as I start fucking her ass using two fingers only.

She is tight – very tight and very warm, and her muscles work wonderfully on me. I reach up with the other hand to grab at her buttocks to squeeze it. Then I lift my hand and land a sharp slap on it. ” Ouch!” I slap her once again just as I push inside, and she whines little and stretches her whole body in protest. ” Ah… it hurts,” She gasps. ” You’ve had worse,” I smirk at her reaching between her legs as I rub her wet pussy. Her labia are spreading for me, her clit has hardened with the pleasure of her ass being used, and I easily push two fingers into her already fucked hole and feel my cum still stuck in there. It makes a wet noise as I start fucking both her holes at the same time. ” See? You’re so wet!” I proclaim and got a loud moan in response. ” You’re loving being treated like a slut.” ” Stop… ah… calli-nngh me that!” Heather gasps as I force a third finger into her pussy.

” Why? Oh, you prefer being a whore maybe?” I tease. I know she wants to reply, but can’t – she is wiggling and moving all over the duvet now, then suddenly she curves her back more reaching behind her. Her fingers seeking my hair to grab. ” Lick me again,” she says with a strained voice. I look her in the eyes, I can tell she needs it. She has slipped into her own world of pleasure and I let her guide me to her ass. She grabs my head tugging at it as she urges me to lick, I start licking again my rough, slim tongue starts rubbing around her entrance which is stretched slightly by my fingers. Listening to her moans to figure out where she likes it the best, I kiss, suck, lick and circle her skin until she is gasping and her body seems to be vibrating. gaziantep escort masaj salonları It is turning me on hugely; my cock is standing up straight into the air filled to the brim with blood, and it is rock hard, my balls pulling up though heavy with cum I feel ready to spurt, and I know I had to go soon.

I push my fingers all the way into her pussy again as I pull the other ones out of her ass and push in my tongue. Heather whines as she feels my wet tongue move inside of her, rubbing around and licking her. Her eyes roll backwards and she bits her lower lip as sweat slips down her skin and makes her feel dirty. She is wet all over and she is sure she has marked the bed with a big, damp spot. It will only get worse when I start fucking her. She isn’t sure what hole I will pick this time, as I pull my head back and position myself behind her ass, she need not ask me. My eyes are shining in need – I’m going to take her ass.

I grab my pulsating cock as I give it a few strokes. I don’t need lube this time; my length is smeared with precum that has slipped from the tip of my cock, and her ass is wet with licking and her own liquids she has been sleeping in. Some lube from earlier is still sticking to the side of her pucker and I gently press my cock around to get it all onto myself before pushing her ass up into the air for penetration. I push her in a way so that her upper-body is smashed to the bed while her ass is wiggling right in front of my cock. Then I spread her cheeks, pushing my cockhead to her entrance and start sinking inside.

Heather is tight. She feels it right away and gasps at the feeling. It is very different from having her pussy fucked, it feels way more intrusive and yet so good. She feels dirty. She feels like the whore I said she is. She is tight like a virgin; My fat cock is squeezed by her inner muscles and I feel she is milking me as I push myself in. It roughly slips deep into her inch by inch, all the liquids helping it along, she can feel a lot of the pressure and force it takes, and her body shivers at the entry.

” Oh god, oh god,” she whimpers and I glance at the ceiling as I take in a deep breath. The pulse in my neck is going crazy. ” Oh fuck yes!” I growl and wrinkl my brow. I’m holding tightly onto her ass to keep her buttocks spread and my fingers are making red, deep marks in her skin, all I can focus on is the tightness of her around me. As soon as I’m all the way in, my cockhead bumping to the soft inner of her, I pull out slowly then slam back in in a rough move. It shakes her body; the bed shrieks a little, it only adds to my excitement. I grab her as I start fucking her harder and faster, my pace speeding up with every second, Heather gasping, whinning and moaning as she is roughly pushed forward and back by my sheer force. My balls are slapping her making noise, Wap..Wap,
I’m grunting and my hands are leaving marks. It hurt, but in a good way – she feels her pussy dripping with pleasure and her nipples are hardening so it almost hurts. She feels as if she is pushed to the edge with every thrust and then brought back again as I pull out a little. All the senses are making her crazy. I start getting rougher on her.

I can’t get enough – I had just fucked her three hours earlier and I want more and I want it tighter. I lean in over her bended, abused body as I start ramming into her with my whole weight put into every slam, and Heather grabs onto the headboard with flailing hands as she is literally pushed across the duvet, her smaller body forced up against the head of the bed. It is whining beneath them and we didn’t care. Her ass is wobbling between my hands, her hole is stretched to a limit and her clit is so sensitive a single stroke will make her orgasm. She wants badly to come, she can’t reach down and do it herself without falling over or smacking the headboard by my rough thrusts. She tries to collect enough air to speak:

” Plea…seeh, ahh, I need… I need to come!” she whines and I laugh behind her in a deep, cruel voice. ” Do you?” I ask and she smacks her face to the pillow as I fucked her faster.
” Please, John,” She begs and finally I reach a sweaty hand in beneath her to circle her clitoris. That is all it takes – Heather cums in a violent orgasm, her body shaking and her mouth falling open as she moans loudly. She cries out and then grits her teeth together to stay silent, her following low pants and moans as she pushes her ass back in shaking with the orgasm still rolling down her body are not quiet. I hear each and every one of them as I grin, sweating and panting so hard my cheeks are deep red.

Then I finally cum too. My balls pull up and I spurt four thick loads of cum deep inside of Heather as I can’t hold back anymore. I slam into her one last time and stay swaying in over her body with my gaze fixated on a spot on the wall, my brow wrinkled and my lips stretched before I gasp. I gave up to my body, slipping down and landing on top of her without pulling out of her. She growls as my weight presses her into the bed, then she silently accepts my arms wrapping around her and the kiss I press to her hair.

” You were a fantastic fuck,” I said and she smiles sarcastically. ” Was I now?” ” A good whore.” ” Hm. Thanks. You were good.” ” Good?” I slap her lightly and Heather laughs. She reaches over, turning her head and kisses me.

The Dallas School Girls, Introduction

When my wife first mentioned what she called, The Dallas School Girls, I thought of them as simply a clique of women, and one gay man, all in their 60s who had stayed close friends since middle school. I met most of them at parties or dinners. They were all smart, successful, and quite beautiful.

It wasn’t until after my wife passed away that I learned the real secret of the Dallas School Girls. Several of the women realized they had reached their 20s, yet still had never had a satisfying sexual encounter with a man, it was my wife who suggested they “practice” with one another in preparation for dating. But my wife being who she was, even at the tender age of 21, did not stop at kissing or petting. To hear the story, it seemed like she could not wait to taste a woman’s pussy.

Her first was her best friend, Janice, who returned to their dorm room after a date, sobbing that “men” had no idea what they were doing when it came to pleasing a woman, and her date that night had blamed her, calling her frigid and stating, as if it were fact, that she would never find a man to love her. escort gaziantep bayanlar My wife tenderly asked if she could try to make her friend feel good. Jan willingly submitted to having her breasts licked and her clit sucked. By all reports, my wife was a natural, bringing Jan to one orgasm after another, always finishing by swallowing her friend’s cum.

When it was Jan’s turn to eat her friend, my wife gave specific instructions for how to follow her instincts, to listen to her partner, and do whatever she would want done to her. My wife’s orgasm was explosive.

Having discovered, what they realized was the secret pleasure of life, they set about sharing it with their girlfriends, sometimes one at a time, or at private group parties to minimize R.A. interference. If a woman was nervous about what to expect, a more experienced one would dip her fingers into either her own, or one of the other women’s pussies to share the flavor with the newcomer.

This sapphic sharing continued as they grew older, graduated, dated men, fell in love and moved apart. Yet whenever two eskort bayan gaziantep or more of them met up, whether it was in a fine dining establishment, a PTA meeting, or an out-of-town hotel, they would find a way to share the secret of their pussy juice on their fingers.

As I said, I did not learn of this wonderful arrangement until after my wife passed away. It started when Jan asked me to pick her up from the airport in Los Angeles. No sooner had I deposited her in her hotel room, than we were licking, fingering, sucking, and fucking in every way possible. It was the joy and intimacy we both had been missing since my wife passed.

At one point, after I had been licking Jan for some time and through several orgasms, she lifted her legs off my shoulders and sighed, “I knew it. I just knew it.”

I gave her my most self-satisfied smile. “What did you know?”

“You are, your wife’s husband.” She watched me for a moment, then decided to tell me the story of their youth. “It was the ’70s,” she said as if that explained everything. “If you weren’t openly sexual, if you didn’t gaziantep bayan eskort give yourself over to experimentation and new experiences, you weren’t cool. Well, none of us was cool until your wife taught us to open up and experiment. She could eat a pussy like she was born to it. She made us all cum! After she met you, she cut us off, deciding to be monogamous for the first time in 40 years.”

Jan spent as much time together as we could during that visit. A few months later, my work took me to Dallas which is where my eyes were truly opened. I was inundated by calls, emails and text messages from one or other of the Dallas School Girls, asking if I wanted to join them for dinner or coffee or just to commemorate my wife. Each time I met with one of these extraordinary women, it turned out to be about sex. When I mentioned this to Jan, she took all the blame, “I told them.”

“You told them what?”

“I told them you gave the best oral since your wife. They all want to find out for themselves.”

That visit, I enjoyed sex with four of the eight women, and two of their husbands. Janice has told me that, since that visit, the word has spread to the others, that, if they can’t have sex with my wife, then I was the next best thing. “And when I told them you love ass-play, I think that sealed the deal.”

“What deal?”

“We want you to come back to Dallas. The girls will pay for your plane fare and hotel.”

“In exchange for me being their sex toy.”

Jan blushed. “Something like that.”

This is a story about a mature bored wife who cheats with a complete stranger. Her husband finds out and enjoys hearing about her illicit tryst, but nonetheless is cuckolded by her! So, for all the haters of cuckold stories please save your vitriol and don’t read this story!

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‘I did it’. Three simple words. Three short words. On their own meaningless. Or on the other hand they could be full of meaning if the person listening knew what they implied. And I did!

It did take a few moments to dawn on me, however. After all I had just arrived back at my hotel room after a hard day’s work. Perhaps the presence of my wife in bed in what appeared to be a gold negligée should have alerted me that something was amiss, but then being married to a sexy and erotic wife meant that such occurrences were not unknown to me!

“Pardon” I asked Rachael my wife as she lay gazing up at me, waiting for my reply.

“I said I did it.”

“Did what” I asked still somewhat perplexed.

“That fantasy of yours, the one we live out during our love making. You know the one, and well I did it. I finally did it, made it come true!”

I felt a flush come over me, a sort of shortness of breath as I realised what my wife was alluding to. The fantasy of her fucking another man, purely for the sex, for the erotic thrill. We had enjoyed talking about this scenario for a long time and it had certainly spiced up many of our love making sessions. We had dared each other to make it a reality or though in actual fact it would be Rachael who would be making it happen, not me. She would be the one allowing herself to be seduced if the right circumstance arose. If the right man appeared and managed to get into her panties. And finding her wet and ready would then fuck her! My recollection of the fantasy was causing my cock to stir and that brought me back to reality.

“You mean, that is, you actually..”

“Yes, I fucked someone. Or rather I got fucked by someone.”

“Who, when? You’re joking, aren’t you?”

“No, I’m serious. Deadly serious, here look at this.”

My wife drew the bed covers down to reveal her sex. Her obviously very wet sex. Her very red looking sex that was oozing.., no surely that couldn’t be what I thought it was could it? I knelt on the bed and the smell hit me first. The smell of spunk to add to the obvious viscous trail that was seeping from her hairy snatch.

I was dumbfounded. She had indeed ‘done it’. “I don’t understand, I mean why have you got spunk oozing from you?”

“Well, it’s difficult to explain, but it just happened and well, here I am.”

“Will you tell me about it?”

“Yes, but why don’t you get comfortable and join me in bed?”

It seemed like a good idea, and so I stripped to reveal my modest six-inch cock already erect due to the sight of my lovely wife. Lying naked next to her, she took hold of my cock and said, “Let me tell you how it happened.”

“As I closed the hotel bedroom door this morning having said goodbye to you, I wondered how I would fill my time while you were at work. There are only so many museums and exhibitions that one can see and well..”

“You didn’t have to come with me on this trip you know, it was your idea..”

“I know, I know, but that doesn’t alter the fact that I felt bored. I mean I’m only 42 years old and there should be more to life. Perhaps if you had…”

She let the sentence hang and I was about to interrupt when she put her hand up and continued with her story.

“As I pondered what to do today, my eyes wandered across the hotel fitness suite brochure, and I recalled that there was a pool and spa facility. It didn’t take long for me to decide that would be this morning’s activity. A good, hard work out in the pool. You know that swimming was the main reason that I have managed to keep my body well-toned.”

I knew this to be true. With her silky brunette hair and delicate face, she often got mistaken for someone ten years younger than she really was. Well, her jealous girlfriends told her that anyway. I realised that my mind had wandered as I gazed at her athletic five-foot eight-inch frame and that Rachael was still speaking.

“Anyway, some short time later having changed into a summer dress and some white three-inch heels, I went down to the hotel basement. I put my modest one-piece costume on and slipped into the pool and started my 50-length routine. After completing some 20 lengths I noticed or rather became aware of someone watching me. At the end of a length, I slowed down and had a quick look.”

“Sure enough there was a man standing watching me. When he saw me looking at him, he smiled and then dived into the pool. Within a minute or so the man had caught me up and swam alongside me for the next ten or so lengths. I was determined not to be distracted by this man, especially since I considered him to be just another macho show-off type. The man however suddenly dropped back and as I turned for my next length, I escort gaziantep bayan numaraları could see that he had climbed out of the pool and was sitting on a bench watching me swim!”

“What did you do next?” I asked.

“Well, when I had completed my 50 lengths I climbed out of the pool. As it happened the steps were right by where the man was sitting.”

“That was some impressive swimming” the man said.

“I think I stammered something like ‘what, I er, well thank you’.”

“So, he was obviously flirting with you then?” I inquired.

“Well yes in retrospect, but I was just irritated by him at that point.”

“Anyway, he then said something like, yes, it’s not every day I see a lady with such perfect technique and such well-developed upper body strength. Your legs are well defined as well.”

“Hah, that was a bit forward of him, wasn’t it?”

“Well yes and I blushed. I had never heard another man talk about my body in terms of muscle development. Well not since high school anyway.”

“He then said, do you work out often?”

“For some reason, boredom perhaps, I don’t know, I grabbed my towel and decided to sit next to the man on the bench. I replied to him that I tried to stay in shape and did my pool sessions twice a week. I also told him that I run and do aerobics.”

“The man chuckled, and said it shows, you have fantastic muscle definition.”

“There was an awkward silence and then the man said, by the way my name is Pierre.”

“I had been going to get up and go, but something made me stay, and well, I introduced myself. I told him that I was Rachael. Anyway, Pierre’s face lit up, and he said something like oh that’s such a beautiful name, how appropriate for a beautiful lady.”

“I felt both flattered and taken aback by this strangers comments. It had been ages since you had made any comments about my appearance, much less told me how attractive I was. And yet there seemed something inappropriate about a stranger saying such things to me. My thoughts were interrupted by Pierre.”

“So, are you here by yourself?” he asked, “I can see your wedding rings.”

“I was honest and told him that I was here with my husband James and that he was attending a conference. I said to him that I was not sure why I came along really, and that perhaps I would do some shopping or sightseeing. I also asked him what about you?”

“Oh, I’m due to have a series of meetings with some important clients, but I just learned that they cancelled today. I have to contact them tonight to see about tomorrow. I’m not impressed as I now have the whole day to fill.”

“Mm, I know how you feel” I replied, “I came down to the pool so that I could think what I was going to do today.”

“He then said something like; so, we are both at a loose end then, why don’t we go and grab a coffee in the lounge?”

“It was such a reasonable request that I didn’t see how I could refuse. Twenty minutes later I walked out of the changing rooms and saw Pierre waiting for me. I noticed that Pierre beamed as he ran his eyes over my attire. As I said I was dressed in a summer smock, with bare legs and white heels, and well I did feel elegant. Pierre quickly took my arm and steered me off toward the coffee lounge.

“I must say it seemed strange and yet thrilling to be taken in arm by another man. But at the same time, I was looking forward to some conversation.”

I was amazed by the story that my wife was telling me. But I was eager to hear more and so I told her, “carry on please.”

“Well, I guess that over the next hour we chatted about our lives, and I learnt that Pierre had never married, was around 50 years old and was of French origin (hence his name). I also learnt that he was a broker of property deals for the rich and a jet-setter around the world. As for me, I told him a lot about myself. The fact that I had been married for twenty-two years and had two kids that were now away at college. I told him that you were very clever but very wrapped up in his work and research. I think that Pierre thought that I was a neglected wife. A beautiful woman whose husband wasn’t paying her the attention she deserved.”

I felt compelled to tell Rachael, “sorry I didn’t think you were neglected, I mean..”

“Sshh, don’t interrupt. Anyway, after chatting for what seemed like ages, I said to Pierre its 11am, I really should get going if I’m going to make something of my day.”

“However, Pierre had already anticipated this and countered with; yes of course, but before then would you permit me to show you the view over the city from my balcony? It is spectacular.”

“I really didn’t know what to say to him, but found myself saying well, I don’t know, I mean, yes okay just for a couple of minutes then.”

“That had to be the oldest and corniest chat up line ever.. come up to my room and look at the view. I can’t believe you fell for that!”

“Yes, well I did. I was just looking for company and anyway escort bayan gaziantep reklamları Pierre beamed, stood up and offered me his arm. He was such a gentleman, he helped me up and then he took my arm and we set off for the elevator. Anybody watching and there were a few, would have thought that we were an attractive couple, perhaps were man and wife. I must admit that when I caught sight of us in one of the lobby mirrors, I thought that we looked so good and natural together.”

“As we entered the elevator, I noticed as Pierre hit the floor 33 button. I said to him you’re on the top floor, isn’t that where the penthouse suites are?”

“Wait and see” was Pierre’s only response.

“The elevator whisked us silently up the building and then we were walking along a corridor with altogether more up market decor.”

“This is me said Pierre as he slid his room key into the door and led the way into his room. I followed Pierre without hesitation, even though by crossing the threshold into his room, I was about to set in motion life changing events, that I had no way of anticipating.”

“As I walked through into his room, I was amazed. The room was huge, in fact not a room but an enormous suite. We had entered into a huge lounge area that had enormous ceiling to floor glass doors leading onto a balcony.”

“Come on said Pierre, let me show you the view. As he said this, he took my hand and led me out onto the sunlit balcony. I stepped to the edge where a glass barrier was all that protected me from a 33-floor drop. I told him, oh my goodness, just look at that view. It’s heavenly. You didn’t tell me you had the best room in the hotel”

“My clients demand it, Pierre said to me. It is where they like to do business.”

“I was spellbound. As I gazed at the city’s skyline, I was aware that Pierre was standing behind me drinking in a view of my behind. I smiled to myself, knowing that my slim well-toned body looked good from behind. I know you love my legs, especially when they are encased and elevated in three-inch heels! “

It was true that Rachael looked fabulous in heels and I noticed that she still had them on!

“Anyway, I was suddenly aware that Pierre had stepped right behind me. I could feel him press against me as he put his hands lightly on my hips. I was about to object when he whispered into my ear, the view is wonderful isn’t it? My breath caught as I nodded, and I think I squeaked a reply. I was about to say something when Pierre nuzzled my neck and then nibbled my ear. You know how much I love that; how erotic I find it. Well, he was doing it, finding my erogenous zones. I could feel him mould himself even closer to me as he continued his assault on my neck, and I could do nothing but let him.”

Having listened in silence for several minutes to my wife’s story I felt compelled to say something. “Why didn’t you stop him, push him away? Tell him that you were a married woman for goodness sake?”

“I wanted to believe me, but he seemed to know how to push my buttons. His hands tightened their grip on my hips, and I could feel his erection pushing into my buttocks. At the same time, I could feel my pussy juicing up and I started to feel faint. It all seemed so surreal. Just as I summoned up the strength to stop his advances, he turned me round and then looking into my eyes he kissed me.”

“And I suppose you just let him? An everyday occurrence, letting a stranger kiss you?”

“No, I know, that is, well it was the thrill of realising that our fantasy was coming true. Okay you weren’t there to watch, but nonetheless you have nagged me for years to make out with another man, haven’t you?”

I looked at my lovely wife and nodded. It was true that we had talked during sex about her being seduced by an experienced man if the chance ever arose. But I don’t think either of us really expected that fantasy to materialise! Anyway, I was sufficiently excited by now to merely say “Carry on please.”

“Well things seemed to happen very quickly after that. It seemed alright to let this handsome stranger lead me through to his bedroom. It was huge and had an enormous bed right in the centre. It looked so magical, as if it had come from a fairy tale! When we got to the bed, he took me in his arms again and as he kissed me, I could feel him reaching behind me to unzip me. I knew what he was doing and made no attempt to resist. Isn’t that awful of me? I knew he was seducing me, but I couldn’t stop him!”

“You were aroused?”

“Oh yes, you have no idea. When my dress slipped off my shoulders and he helped it to fall to the floor, it just seemed natural to kick it off, and I just stood there in my matching bra and panties, oh and of course my heels.”

“I bet he loved that” I mused.

“He did. He told me I looked fabulous and sexy. All the things that a woman loves to hear. Anyway, whilst he looked at me, he started to undress. First his shirt which revealed his ripped chest to me and then gaziantep escort kız telefonları his slacks and, then..”

“Yes?” I asked in anticipation.

“Well, he just slipped his boxers off as well and there he was naked. Before I had a chance to admire his toned body, he pulled me in for another kiss and as our bodies collided, he undid my bra and my breasts brushed against his hairy chest. Oh, I almost came on the spot from the friction of his hair on my nipples. You know how sensitive they are don’t you?”

I merely nodded as she continued.

“As he kissed me, no, as we kissed, because we were now open mouthed full on French kissing. Our tongues seemed to articulate our passion as they fenced with each other. Anyway, I don’t think either of us could stand the build-up and he quickly guided me to the bed. As I flopped back with my legs splayed like a common whore, I got my first real look at his cock. Oh, James it was magnificent. It was so large and threatening and his balls, they looked like they were going to burst, they seemed so full of seed. He wasn’t fully erect, but he was still big.”

“Bigger than me” I asked needlessly.

“Yes, I’m afraid so my love. I know you are bigger than average, but he was just big, probably eight or maybe nine inches.”

“Ha, just like in our fantasy then?”

“Yes, that’s right.”

“What happened next?”

“Well after what seemed an age and after staring at my body with lust in his eyes, he knelt on the bed and took hold of my panties and started to tug them down my legs. They were saturated James, absolutely sodden with my pussy juice. I’ve never known myself to be so wet.”

“I guess he had really got to you then?”

“He had, yes in a big way. Having pulled my panties off me, he gazed at my sex. It’s funny how us ladies often worry what men will think when they see your sex. I mean as you know I keep myself neatly trimmed, but some men prefer bald, don’t they?”

“What did he say?”

“He said something like ‘you are so beautiful Rachael; I knew you would look lovely all over’. Then he did something that you aren’t too keen on.”

“What was that?”

“He went down on me. He knelt between my still splayed thighs and dipped his head and ate my snatch. He was brilliant. He licked and nibbled and probed, and well what with all the build-up I orgasmed almost immediately. I shrieked and cried out as he made me cum on his tongue. But he didn’t stop, he kept going and going and he made me cum again.”

“Twice, so quickly? You never cum like that for me” I said.

“I know, but this was so different, so taboo wasn’t it? A stranger and well…”

“I understand, it’s okay really”

“Thank you, my love. Where was I?”

“He had made you cum twice”

“Yes, that’s right, so then he raised up and looked at me and smiled. And when I looked between our legs, I could see he was fully erect. And I knew what was going to happen.”

“Which was?”

“He took his magnificent cock in his hand and rubbed it up and down my sodden sex. I almost swooned I swear! And then he pushed part way into me, and I remember sighing as I felt his superior girth. It wasn’t until he had sunk right into me however that I felt his extra length. He bumped my cervix, and I could feel his balls up against my bum as he held himself above me letting me get used to him.”

“So, he entered you bare? No condom, didn’t you stop and think about protection?”

“No, I’m truly sorry James, but I didn’t. I had to have him bare, it seemed wrong to put anything between that wonderful cock and me. I had to have him just like that, it seemed just natural.”

I felt incredibly aroused listening to my wife’s confession, but I was still shocked that she had allowed another man to take her bare, with no contraception. After all she was unprotected against pregnancy and well..”

My musings were interrupted by Rachael as she carried on in a more excited tone now.

“He was so skillful James. He really knew how to please a woman, well please me anyway. I just kept on cumming on his big cock, he kept me on the boil for ages. Eventually I became aware that his thrusting was getting more violent and erratic, and I knew what that meant.”

“Yes, it meant that he was close to his release. I hope you made him pull out.” I don’t know why I said this to her because I had already seen the evidence that he had not pulled out!

“Yes, no that is, he stopped thrusting and looked down at me and asked if I was protected and I told him no.”

“And he said?”

“He, well, he said he wanted to cum in me. It was what such a magnificent fuck deserved. And I’m ashamed to say that I agreed with him. I wanted to feel his spunk in me, I felt I owed him that.”

“Ha, owed him what. A shot at your ovaries. Having his baby, I spat back.”

There was silence and then Rachael stunned me by saying “Yes, his baby. At that moment that’s exactly what I wanted. Don’t ask me why, I was delirious with orgasmic lust and well I just wanted it!”

My mouth was dry as I asked her, “and what happened?”

“Well, he lent down to kiss me when I told him to cum in me and then he started to really fuck me hard. Big savage thrusts as he neared his orgasm and then after a couple of really big thrusts, he sort of went rigid and I could feel his cock spasm deep inside me and then he cried out as he jetted his spunk into me. Oh, James, I could feel him, feel his spunk that is. It was wonderful.”