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“Yes, of course I knew it was coming. Thank you!” she said to her friend, exasperated. “Things came up, I haven’t had time. I’m a bad person. Now that we’ve established that, give me some good ideas!”

She listened as her best friend responded.

“It’s easy. He wants the same thing for his birthday that you want for yours. But he does not want your birthday. Do you know what I’m saying?”

“Umm… no.”

On the other end of the phone, her friend sighed.

“What do you want for your birthday?”

“I don’t know. Cake?”

“Okay. Cake. What else? What kind of cake?”

“I don’t know. I like all kinds of cake.”

“Okay. All kinds of cake. And he’s going to get you cake for your birthday, right? What else do you want?”

“Dinner. And some presents.”

“Good! Now you’re warming up!”

“Okay! And he wants the same thing I want?”

“Yep!”

“So I should get him cake and presents?”

“Nope!”

She groaned, exasperated. “Okay Ms. Oracle. Speak English. What the hell are you trying to tell me then?”

Her friend laughed.

“Alright. I’m teasing you a little. But there’s a point to it. And here it is: You want cake and dinner and some presents. Maybe some candlelight, maybe you go out, maybe he cooks in. All good, right?”

“Right.”

“So do you want to write down what kind of cake to get, and make him a detailed list of presents, and tell him to make sure they are wrapped nicely, and that dinner should be at a place that takes reservations?”

“What? No. I don’t want to have to tell him all that!”

“Exactly!”

There was silence.

“I still don’t get it.”

“Damn, girl! Okay. You want all that for your birthday, right?”

“Well, yeah, but I mean, I don’t have to have it…”

“Stop! This isn’t about whether you need it or have to have it. I’m asking you what you want.”

Silence again.

Her girlfriend sighed again.

“It’s like this: You want all that, right? But if you have to write it down and give it to him in a list, you might as well do it yourself, right?”

“Well, it takes a little of the fun…”

She was cut off mid-sentence.

“Exactly! Now you see what I’m getting at? You want him to think about what you want, and then do that for you. And he…”

This time it was her turn.

“He wants the same thing!”

“Now you are getting it! He wants the same thing you want. You want him to figure it out. But for him, it’s going to be different. You have to think about what he wants, and then you do that! Don’t ask him. Do it! And just like you aren’t going to care if he gets exactly the same cake you would have gotten, he isn’t going to care either. You just have to put a little thought into it.”

Silence again. That was a little scary.

“Well, I know what he usually wants…”

“Yes, you do. So amp it up, because it’s a birthday. And then deliver it!”

Her heart started to beat a little faster.

Her girlfriend sighed again.

“Look. Don’t psyche yourself out about this. If it was your birthday, and he put together a whole night for you, including making reservations, but you might have chosen a different place, would you be mad?”

“No, of course not.”

“Of course not. Because he did all that for you. And the exact dinner is not the thing. The thing was the effort. So you don’t have to get it perfect.”

“Well, I’m sure I can gi e him something he’ll enjoy…” her voice trailed off.

“You know better than anyone, right? So, give him that. But it’s his birthday. So, you know, amp it up. I mean, he’s not taking you out for pizza on your birthday, right?”

“Right.”

“Nothing wrong with pizza, but that is not your birthday.”

“Right. So…”

“So I amp it up. I can do that. I’ll surprise him!”

“Maybe. But is that what he wants?”

“Well, it’s like you said. I wouldn’t want to make him a list and have him just do it. He has to do it.”

“Okay. But you know you’re getting a present, right? You know you’re going to dinner?”

“Yeah.”

“So is it a surprise?”

“I don’t where we’re going. I don’t know what I’m getting.”

“Okay. So you get to anticipate all that, all day. Or longer. There’s a difference between surprise and anticipation. To surprise him on his birthday, he has to think you forgot. That can work. But if you were thinking all day that he forgot your birthday, would you be happy? So just think about what he would want. And then do that.”

“Got it. Do that!”

“You’re gonna kill it. I gotta go! Call me after!”

She heard her friend blow kisses into the phone, and then heard her hang up.

“Hmm. I know what he wants. That’s the easy part! And to amp it up, that’s not so hard, either. That’s just a matter of how to wrap his present and deliver it in just the right way. But does he want a surprise? Or does he want anticipation? Or a little bit of both?”

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Her alarm woke them, early as usual. He was working from home these days, and with his headquarters an hour ahead, escort bayan she was usually out of the house first. He leaned over to give her a kiss, and she stirred slightly, her body subtly moving towards him the way a plant leans towards the sun. He hugged her and she sighed contentedly, wriggling back so she was spooned up against him.

“Birthday starts now” she thought to herself with an inward smile.

“Hold me for a minute” she whispered, clutching her pillow and snuggling deeper under the covers.

He gladly complied, wrapping his arms around her, pressing his chest against her back. She wriggled back again, this time pushing her hips back against him. She felt his body respond to her the way it always did, his cock starting to harden.

“This is going to be fun” she thought, trying not to giggle out loud.

She rocked her hips slightly against him a few times, just enough for him to feel it, not enough to be a come-on.

“Not too much, yet” she reminded herself.

He pulled her closer, pressing his hips forward, and she felt his cock, thick and firm, between the cleavage of her ass.

“There it is” she thought. “Right on time!”

“Mmm” she said out loud. “You ARE up early, aren’t you?”

“You know how I get when I’m around you, babe” he said.

“Mmmm. Yes, I do.”

She reached behind and rubbed his cock over his shorts. “And I like it!”

He pressed forward again, pinning her hand between his cock and her ass. She squeezed the head through his shorts, and gasped as it swelled and strained in her hands.

She scooted forward to give her hand some room to work, sneaking it into the loose leg of his boxer shorts. She pulled on it, but his cock was so hard, it was caught under his shorts, and would not come free.

“Oh my” she said, in a teasing voice. “Is that all because of me?”

She tugged harder and he shifted his hips, allowing the head of his stiff cock to pop out.

She grasped him firmly by the base of his cock and thrust her ass back at him. The covers had slipped down, and she knew he could see her hips and round ass. She began to work the shaft of his cock slowly, dragging the head across her smooth ass.

“I love holding this cock!” she whispered. “I love how hard it gets for me!”

She arched her back, pushing her ass out, and began to jerk more firmly, spanking herself with the head of his cock. She loved the feeling of it, heavy and hard, hitting against her.

She turned towards him, still gripping his cock tightly, and pressed her face against his neck. “I have to go to work for a while” she said, nuzzling his ear. She softly tongued his ear while breathing out, soft and warm. “See you tonight” she said. She kept working his cock gently with her hand for another minute, then gave the final squeeze. “Have a great day at the office!”

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At 11:00 he was at his desk, and his phone pinged with a series of incoming text messages.

“Hey stud!”

“Bet you thought I forgot it’s your birthday!”

“Nope! Didn’t forget. I was just getting some wrapping for your present.”

“Wanna see?”

Then there was a brief pause, and a little devil emoji came through.

A moment later, his phone rang for a video call. The screen was dark, and the sound muffled. He could make out her voice talking.

“Just these, please.”

Then another voice: “Room 6.”

He could hear her walking, and a brief flash of light on the video. Her phone was peeking up through her purse.

A door opened and closed, and she started talking as if to herself.

“Here we are…”

He could hear clothes being pulled off, and shrugged on.

Then the phone moved out of the purse and was propped up on a shelf. She was still not in frame, but he could hear her adjusting.

“There we go.”

Still pretending to talk to herself, she leaned down towards the phone. She blew a silent kiss and smiled.

Still bent over, she backed away from the camera. She wore a thin, low cut top, and a tight little skirt. She knelt down to stay in frame, and pulled her shoulders back. Her full breasts were overflowing from the tight top. She winked at him and pressed her palms into the side of each breast, at the very bottom. Slowly, she pressed them together until they bulged up outrageously.

She winked again, and brought the phone close to her tits, then back to her face. She blew him a kiss, then set the phone down.

He heard clothes rustling again, and then the phone focused on her again. She was wearing short denim shorts and a tight black sweater. A push-up bra underneath showed off her cleavage in a sideways cut-out in the sweater.

She turned sideways, and arched her back slightly, accentuating the curves of her ass. Then she slowly turned, her back to the camera, and bent forward a little more. She gave a slight wiggle, and paused again so he could get a long look. Then she turned around and leaned down towards the phone. She pretended not to notice that the camera was aimed directly at the cut-out in altıparmak escort bayan her top as she leaned over. He had a perfect view of her ample cleavage, perfectly framed up by her bra.

She smiled and gave a wave, then cut the connection.

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He was on a conference call when she came home. He heard the door, and the dog got up from his feet to greet her. He heard her walking towards him, and made sure he was on mute.

She peeked into his office, and smiled a slow smile. Then she put her fingers to her lips, and pranced into the room. She was still wearing the shorts and the sweater, and black lace-up boots with chunky heels.

She turned and put her arms against the doorframe, bending slightly at the waist. She could feel the tight shorts riding up her legs, revealing more and more as she bent over. She arched her back, and then slowly wagged her ass back and forth.

“Okay, thanks” he said into his headset. “I’ll catch back up to you next week!” He clicked off the video call, and took off his headset.

“You didn’t rush off the phone just for me, did you?” she asked playfully.

“Bet your ass I did!” he said with a wink.

“Mmmm. You don’t have to bet for my ass. It’s already yours.”

She stood up and started walking towards him.

“I just thought I’d give you an idea of what I have in mind for your birthday.”

She sat on his lap, and put her arms around his neck.

“For your birthday, you get…” she kissed his nose. “All of me! As soon as you’re done at work, you get me, for the whole rest of the day. Whenever you want. However you want.”

He was staring at her.

“Wow. Speechless?”

“What is this all about?” he said, a hint of suspicion in his voice.

“It’s your birthday. And you already have enough toys and ties, and a fancy watch. So I’m giving you something no one else could possibly give. You know the saying that the best gifts are the things the person really wants, but would never buy for themselves?” She giggled. “Well, that’s what you’re getting.”

He leaned in and kissed her neck, and his hand slowly worked his way up to her tits.

“Mmmm” she sighed, settling a little deeper into his lap. She felt his cock twitch.

“That’s the idea” she whispered. “But…”

She got up.

“I know you still have work to do, so it doesn’t start quite yet.”

He scoffed. “Ha! I knew there was a catch.” He grabbed her hips and pulled her back to him. Looking up at her, he said “You are such a tease!”

She laughed, and pulled his head close until it was buried between her tits.

“You’re right. I am a tease.” She swung her shoulders back and forth so her tits bounced back and forth around his cheeks. “And you are going to love it! For the whole rest of the day, you get to think about what you’re getting.”

She leaned back to look down at him, and her face got serious. She whispered softly “It won’t be a surprise. I’ll do anything you want. Whenever you want. As often as you want. For the rest of the day.” She leaned in and pressed her lips to his ear again.

His cock twitched.

“Anything?”

She looked him in the eye, and leaned down, placing her hand in his lap. She squeezed his cock with her hand.

“Anything.”

She backed away, then slowly went towards the door, swishing her hips back and forth. “First thing I had to do with your present was to wrap it. Like it so far?” She ran her hands over her hips. “Does it need anything else?” She spun around slowly, giving him a long look at her body. “Maybe a pretty red blow on top?”

He whistled, and she wiggled her hips again, laughing.

“There’s more to cum!” She turned and strutted towards the door. Then she stopped abruptly, put her hands on her hips, and turned to look back at over her shoulder. “Puns intended!” She threw her head back and continued her strut in the direction of their bedroom.

He shook his head. “I’m never going to get any work done!”

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Not long after, he heard her rattling around in the kitchen downstairs.

His phone chirped again with another text message. She wanted to give him a little taste of what was available.

Hey. Cleaning up in the kitchen. Looks like we need a lightbulb changed. You mind?

He texted back.

NP. Give me a sec.

Give you a sec? LOL. It’s your birthday, remember? I’ll give you anything you want!

In the kitchen, she waited until she could hear his footsteps, then got into position.

He came around the corner into the kitchen and stopped short. She was down on her knees, half in and half out of one of their bottom cabinets, pushing forward and back as she mopped the bottom shelf.

He stopped at the sight of her, on her knees, back arched, upturned ass working forward and back.

“Wow” he whispered.

“Oh, hi honey” she called out from under the cabinet. “You see it?”

“I couldn’t possibly miss it!”

She backed up a bit, laughing.

“Good. And do you also see the light nilüfer eskort bulbs?”

The lightbulbs were on the counter, and a small folding step ladder was next to the kitchen island.

“One of the hanging bulbs need to be changed.” She got up. “I’ll hold the ladder for you.”

The ladder was only four steps high. He unfolded it, and went up to the third step. She stood in front of him, holding the handle of the ladder.

He took out the old bulb and she moved closer, reaching up to take it. He looked down. Her tits were pressed against his thigh, and her upturned face was at cock level. She made direct eye contact and smiled sweetly. He handed down the bulb, and she handed up the other one, never breaking eye contact.

“Will you put it in for me?” she looked up at him innocently. “I mean, if you want to.”

His cock twitched in his shorts.

He shook his head and rolled his eyes. He took the bulb from her and reached back up towards the fixture. She leaned closer until her cheek was resting on his cock. She felt his cock swell at the contact.

“Mmmm” she murmured. “Feels like you might be ready to start enjoying your present?”

She nodded her head against him again.

He finished putting in the bulb.

“If you wanted me to, I could just take this thing out…”

She looked up at him, and moved her head back and forth across his cock.

“And suck it dry!”

She moved her head down until his balls were resting on her lips. She made kissing sounds against him.

“You could do that. If…” she wiggled her head back and forth again, pushing up into his balls “…you weren’t still at work!”

He growled and pulled her head back towards him, burying her face against his cock. She didn’t stop him. She just continued to look up, a slight smile in her eyes. Slowly, he released her.

“I think you’re starting to get the idea” she whispered.

He came down the ladder, and she put her hands around his neck, and tippy-toed up again to whisper in his ear. “I’ll tease this cock all day long. And when the time is right, you can have me. I’ll dress for you, dance for you, anything you want.” She kissed his ear. “And then” she whispered softly and wetly in his ear “you get to bang me any way you want, as many times as you want.” She kissed him again. “Yours.” Another kiss. “For the taking.”

Suddenly, they both heard his computer chime faintly from the office.

He groaned. She laughed.

“You go bring home the bacon, stud. I’ll make sure I’m ready when you call.”

She reached down and gripped his crotch and squeezed. Then she scampered back upstairs.

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He had been back at his desk less than an hour when she rang him again.

“Ready for lunch? I have a little something for you. Come on down when you can.”

He could hear her moving in the kitchen and he didn’t wait. By the time he got downstairs, she had put his plate on the table.

“Have a seat” she said from the kitchen.

She had set his plate down where he could see her in the kitchen. She was wearing a short denim skirt and a tight, low cut sweater.

He sat down and watcher her pour iced tea from a pitcher.

She walked over, carrying his glass, and leaned over to set it down. She lingered for a moment, allowing his view to settle on her cleavage. Then she sat down.

He ate the sandwich she had made, and then looked at her.

“Aren’t you going to eat?”

“Oh, I don’t know. I might eat a little something.” She casually drew one knee up, and put her foot on the chair. She wasn’t wearing panties, and as the short skirt rode up, she was fully exposed. “I’m still thinking about it.”

His heart started racing again.

She smiled a big smile. “Hope you’re enjoying your lunch.” She wrapped her arm around her knee and hugged it. Her breasts squeezed between her upraised leg and her arm. “I think I might have a little dessert for you.”

She got up and stood in front of him. Then she lifted her leg and placed one foot on his chair.

“You mind?” she whispered.

He shook his head.

She smiled again, and leaned over to whisper in his ear. “I bet you don’t!”

She sat on his lap, and pressed her breasts into his face.

“How about a little after lunch snack?” she whispered.

Slowly, she lifted her breasts until they swelled up and bulged up from the low v-neck of her sweater. Then she reached in and lifted each one out, one after the other. Held up by a half bra, and framed by the sweater, they stood proudly in front of his face.

She held them up, one in each hand, and rolled her nipples between her fingers. “You like these tits?” Rolling her shoulders back and forth, she dragged her erect nipples across his nose and lips. “Go ahead and taste them.”

He kissed and licked her nipples, getting each one wet and slippery. She had been turned on before he even touched her, and his mouth on her tits opened a space between her legs that she was desperate to fill. She wanted to feel his hardness, but his cock was trapped by his shorts. She reached under his waistband and into his shorts.

She gripped his shaft and eased it up. Then she squeezed his cockhead, feeling it swell and pulse in her hand. He was fully hard and she squeezed his head a few more times, then drew her hand back and up to her mouth.

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Another late night. How many had there been in her career? Sure, her college accounting profs had mentioned it but it didn’t register to a 22 year old.

“Oh well,” she thought.

Now that most of the others had gone home it was fairly quiet. Perhaps that is why she was startled by the knock on her door frame and she looked up to see a tall young man. He was dressed in jeans and a T-shirt that said “College Guy Movers.”

“Excuse me ma-am,” he said politely. “I didn’t think there would be anyone here this evening. We have to move furniture to the new office down the hall. We’ll try to be quiet.”

“Oh great, I’ll never get anything done now with all this racket,” she thought.

But instead, she smiled and said “Ok, thank you. I’m sure it will be fine.”

She couldn’t help admiring the attractive young man though and as he turned to leave her eyes were drawn to the back of his jeans as they molded around his tight, lean back-side. She laughed at herself, realizing she was old enough to be his grandmother.

Still…she could enjoy the view.

As she returned to her spreadsheets she was occasionally distracted as her thoughts went back to the image of the young man’s tight body. She surprised herself by noticing the warmth rising naturally between her legs and feeling her nipples stiffen against the fabric of her bra cups.

She felt naughty and forced herself back to her work.

From time to time to there was some muffled sounds in the hall but she had to admit the noise was pretty tolerable for the job they were doing. As her distraction got the best of her she decided to stretch her legs and check up on the move. As she entered the hall she saw the open door of the office two doors down the hall and walked the short distance and peered in. Amid cardboard packing material and ropes and straps she noticed several items of high-quality office furniture.

“At least the new tenant has good taste,” she thought.

As she looked inside she was startled by a voice behind her, saying “Excuse me ma’am.”

She turned to see two more handsome young men, struggling with a large credenza. She noticed the bulges in their arms as the struggled to find a way to maneuver the awkwardly long piece into the 90 degree turn at the door.

She moved quickly aside and stepped away from the door and walked back to her office feeling bad that she had bothered their work and also for being “caught” snooping. To make herself feel better she returned to her office kitchen and grabbed a six pack of cold bottled water. She walked back down the hall and now it was her turn to knock at the door jamb.

As the three young men noticed her they escort bayan bursa stopped what they were doing and turned to face her. It was then that she noticed that although all three of the young men were attractive, one of them had the build of a football player. His T shirt bulged at the arms but her eyes betrayed her by dropping to a massive bulge below his belt.

She quickly composed herself and offered the young men the cold bottles.

She hoped that they had noticed her gaze. Hopefully her jacket covered her rock hard nipples, she thought.

Returning to her work was difficult. She could not get the images of the young men out of her mind.

“What is wrong with you?” she chastised herself. She had some success with bringing her brain back to her work but as she moved she realized other parts of her body were not so easily controlled, she could feel the wetness of her cotton panties.

An hour went by and she realized the activity in the hall had quieted. She stood and walked to the hallway and noticed that the door to the new office was open but the lights were out. Her curiosity got the best of her and she stepped through the open door. As she reached to find the light switch, she gasped as a strong hand grasped her arm and quickly twisted it behind her. Her arm was raised forcefully but not painfully and she was guided three steps forward into the dark room. Before she could make a sound more hands grabbed her and a soft cloth was tied over her mouth and another over her eyes.

Her heart was pounding and she struggled against the strong grip but she knew there was no hope. She quieted herself and decided to wait for an opportunity to slip her captors.

She felt someone lean toward her ear. A soft voice said “We saw you checking us out. We know what you want.”

She felt strong arms lift her completely off the floor and she was laid gently on a flat surface, perhaps a table or desk. She felt her skirt raised above her waist and she suddenly realized how vulnerable she was. She felt soft cords tied around her ankles and her legs were spread and tied.

As she struggled she felt soft hands caressing her legs and skilled fingers tracing up her thighs. She was surprised to find herself responding to the touch and she relaxed and the familiar warmth returned between her legs. Her struggles eased.

She felt deft fingers find the waist band of her panty hose and as she felt it lifted away from her body she felt the nylon part suddenly as they were cut away. With almost surgical precision her pantyhose was sliced away from her hips.

She felt the fingers again between her legs and then a voice exclaimed bursa sinirsiz eskort “You guys were right, her panties are soaked.”

As she felt her panties cut away, strong hands lifted her hips and the fabric was removed. She tensed as she knew what would follow but was surprised that her arousal continued and she felt as if the intent was not to harm her. She felt the cloth around her mouth loosened and removed.

She felt motion at her thighs and gentle probing fingers massaged and caressed her wet lips. She began to rock her hips reflexively and when she felt warm cheeks against her thigh, she tensed. She felt warm breath and as a warm, wet tongue began to probe her drenched pussy her mind drifted far away from the office building.

The lips, fingers and tongue were masterful and her body was no longer controlled by her mind. She craved more and as she felt her orgasm build, the pace would slow and her passion would subside. She felt frustration but intense arousal.

Now she could no longer relax and as she felt her hips thrust toward the probing tongue she had to find relief. She felt a presence next to her head and something warm was placed gently against her cheek. A warm hand touched her and turned her head and a voice said quietly “Open your mouth”. In her trance-like state she complied instantly and she felt a hard full cock placed gently in her mouth. Her passion caused her to close her lips hungrily around it.

As the cock hardened and began to move in and out the master between her legs continued with new intensity and she felt her body rise to orgasm and knew there would be no stopping this time. Her lips closed tightly around the hard cock and her hips rocked uncontrollably as an intense orgasm came over her. Her mouth grasped hungrily at the offered cock and she felt the warm flood of cum in her mouth. She was like a demon possessed and felt the warm fluid flow down her throat and around her lips onto the hard surface below.

She felt the cock gently withdrawn and as her breathing settled she felt a warm cloth refresh her mouth and lips. Gentle hands massaged her.

As she recovered she heard a voice close to her ear again say “You want more don’t you?”

Her nature was to scream and run from the room but the demon inside her surprised her as her voice said only “Yes.”

She felt hands help her up and off the hard surface and helped her stand until she felt steady.

Another voice said “I bet she has great tits, I want to see them.”

She felt hands remove her jacket and unbutton her blouse. Hands cupped her breasts and she felt the nipples stiffen. She escort bayan was amazed that not only was she no longer fearful, she wanted to show these men her breasts. She wanted to be exposed! The fingers behind her were not nearly as deft as those that had pleased her and she soon felt the fabric cut in frustration. The ruined bra was pulled aside and she felt her breasts ease away.

She heard a low gasp and heard “I told you guys she had a nice rack.” She was recovering her passion and now firm hands grasped her shoulders and pushed her to her knees. She knew what was coming and was inspired instead of fearful.

A warm cock was placed near her lips and without being asked she placed her lips around it and began to work back and forth. She realized her hands were not restrained and she began to stroke the cock and caress the tight young balls. She soon felt the body tense and she pulled her lips away and pulled the cock against her tits. As she felt him spasm the warm flood of cum flowed over her chest.

Almost instantly, another body was in front of her and she found herself pleased to find an enormous cock. She relished it and realized she had wanted it since she first saw it.

She willingly placed it in her mouth and as it swelled to incredible size she took it as a challenge to handle it between her lips. This man was more demanding and he felt a hand now at the back of her head. Little did he know that she needed no encouragement!

She gave her best attention of lips, tongue and fingers and soon she felt him rock at the knees and she knew he was close. She held her position and as the huge flood of sperm shot in her mouth she stayed with it and only a little escaped down her chin. She felt completely spent.

As her breathing slowed she realized she heard no sounds. She reached around at the back of her head and unfastened the blindfold. Her eyes adjusted to a dark room with only a dim light to the open door of the private bath for this office.

She stood, regained her balance and now began to focus on what had just happened. Thinking quickly, she grabbed the ruined clothing and put on the blouse and jacket. She removed what was left of her pantyhose and remembered she had a spare pair in her purse. She moved down the quiet hall and entered her office and closed the door.

She felt shock but strange excitement and empowerment after the events of the evening. She cleaned up, repaired her makeup and closed the office. As she drove home she hoped Dan would not notice the lack of a bra under her jacket. She felt stimulated by the think fabric of her blouse as it moved against her tired nipples though!

As she entered the house, she heard Dan call to her “how was work Honey?”

“Great” she said and realized she really meant it this time.

As she went to change her clothes she heard Dan’s iPhone chime.

Dan looked down at the text.

“We got great video. I’ll send it to your computer. I hope you enjoy it.”

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You only get to turn twenty-one once.

Uncle Jon always said that day was one of the best of his life. Seeing as he’d gotten discharged from his military service on his actual birthday (in the process escaping Vietnam alive, and he was sure glad about that part, there being all those stories about guys a week away from flying out and then in that last week they step on a landmine and killed or turned into a paraplegic or something), and that meant he could finally buy a beer legally (tell me why the US Army is glad to hire you on when you’re eighteen but in the ol’ freedom-loving USA you cannot buy a fucking drink at that age?) and he felt ‘free as a hog on ice’ as his own father, my grandfather, used to say.

Yessir, twenty-fucking-one, that Jon back then. Still had his army buzz-cut on his birthday, which he said weirded out some of the hippie-chicks when he got home, especially the ones he was hoping to get intimate with, but he said it wasn’t but a bit of time, maybe six months, before he’d have ‘rectified’ the hair situation, and the old family photos proved that, with him bearded and scruffy and his arm around some long-haired beauty with no bra and bushy armpits that looked like fuzzy brown bunny-tails sticking out from her tight top. So for him turning twenty-one was some mighty major momentous threshold, that’s for sure. For him life only got better after twenty-one.

Although I obviously cannot get into the head of Uncle Jon, and the relief that he must’a had when that fabulous confluence of good luck hit him back in 1970, I was feeling pretty darn good about my upcoming threshold on March 31.

All’s I knew was my own scene: my last year at uni, my degree a couple months away, my driver’s license would now work at The Boar for a drink, and I had a sweet girlfriend. The world was my oyster, or whatever the expression is, although I’m not all that fond of oysters myself. But I get it, pearls, salty slippery tastes, wide open opportunities.

But the best part, the absolutely best part, was the girlfriend one.

Speaking of salty slippery tastes and everything…

Mae Lynn Dickerson was the apple of my eye, my pomegranate of perfection, the princess of pleasure, the whipped cream on my hot chocolate, and not only did I not deserve her, but we both knew it. This type of luck just don’t happen to a backwoods Vermonter boy, that’s for real. I didn’t know how long we would last, but I was determined to enjoy every damn moment.

How the hell did an upscale girl from Tennessee (she would say it ‘Tinnessee’ if she’d had more than a two glasses of wine, especially if there was another southerner around) get to U Vermont?

That is one hellava question and I don’t know the real answer, only what Mae said herself.

She said she went as far away from home to college as her Daddy would let her, and since having met him and knowing that he was paying the bills, I am sure he wasn’t too happy about her being way-up-north-almost-in fucking-Canada territory.

At other times (she got this question a lot at those illicit late night keg parties when folks would hear her accent) she answered different. Sometimes she said hearing about ‘Green Mountain Boys’ made her want one of her own (I usually got an elbow in the ribs for emphasis on this one.) Said once that her own Daddy had gone to UT (University of Tennessee for you ignorant of this fact) and she wanted to one up him in the alphabet department (Vermont’s postal code is VT, gettit?) That one got more laughs than it deserved, but that’s the beer talking.

So anyway, I don’t know exactly why she picked UV but I didn’t give a rat’s ass, we were together as a couple and that was just fine.

But talk about a perfect girlfriend, my luck and everything.

Was she perfect? Just about. Her flaws were limited and minor, save one. The minor ones included the fact that I usually couldn’t get her to go without a bra in public, even though she would have looked dynamite and she didn’t have the kind of chest that would be uncomfortable unsupported and everything. Sometimes she could be a bit contrary, you might say headstrong. And the fact that when she made potato salad she’d put in chopped up onions which I would have preferred she didn’t, but she said ‘old family recipe’ and I can understand heritage and all that.

She had a sense of humor, and that dimple on her left cheek could kill. She’s just two fingers shorter than me, I think we make a handsome couple, her hair just a tad lighter than my brown, fine like silk thread, and when my penis is up her I cannot imagine a more perfect union, ha ha.

So a week or two before My Grand Event she starts asking about a suitable birthday present for me.

I say how about we fuck all day long?

She laughs and says that isn’t exactly possible and she knows I couldn’t do it anyway. I point out the time we fucked three times in a day, and she reminded me that it was three times in 18 hours, the third time on the next morning so that didn’t exactly count as one gorukle escort day, and we got into a minor skirmish which I won’t go into at the moment for various reasons. Mostly having to do with her getting the better of me in arguments, which she did a lot, one hellava smart girl there.

Anyway, now we get to her one main flaw, the ‘major’ one I mentioned, and I am not saying it is a dealbreaker, because it obviously isn’t, and it has to do squarely with my specific birthday request.

“How about you let me cream in your mouth? For the first time? You know how much I would crave that, babe.”

Well she give me a look with that sort of disgusted face that goes along with getting a plate of food, say with boiled snails on it, something not that appealing, and then her eyes give a little flicker, out of nowhere.

“Davey,” she says in that way when she is trying to explain something beneath my comprehension, “this is not the first time you have made this request. Do you have any idea what it might be like to have a mouthful of sperm?”

I did not have this exact experience in my portfolio, at least the way she was asking, and told her that.

“Can you imagine it though?” Her eyebrows hit the ceiling while she stared at me pretty hard.

I could kinda do this of course, but considered that beside the point.

I said that if I were a girl and loved someone enough I could imagine doing things that maybe weren’t all that pleasant but might still do them if I knew it would please my partner, expressing my love and everything.

So she’s looking at me hard, and I am positive she is going to ask me what sorts of things I have done for her lately even though she knew I wasn’t that fond of doing them, and so I try to head that off at the pass and offer up some reasoning, some ‘dialectic’ my philosophy prof would call it.

“Babe, I lick you good, all the way. Till your juices are running down my chin, soaking my beard, my nose buried in your cunthairs. I’m just saying that if you wanted to do a super special birthday present for me that doing the same to me as I do for you would be something grand and special and…”

I paused for a moment, trying for the right word, since I am not especially a poetic type, and finished with “ineffable” which I have no idea where I dredged that word from.

She’s looking at me with those big brown eyes and I see those gears turning and she’s getting just the beginning of a smile going, although maybe not the smile I want, but it doesn’t matter since she starts talking.

“Ineffable, eh? So you would really, really like me to suck that cock of yours,” she even points, “not just as foreplay but all the way, to a fluid soaked completion in my sweet warm Tennessee mouth? So that I take your semen in completely?”

“Babe, that would be extraordinary, my fondest wish.”

She looks at me with sorta wild eyes, then away, then back at me.

“Dave, I will consider this.”

Hot damn. Even getting this far was closer to this little letch of mine than we had ever gone before.

Two days later, while I am over at her place, she looks me in the eye.

“Dave? You said you wanted to be sucked to completion?”

I nodded vigorously and said a thousand times yes.

“I been talking to some friends about this.”

What? My eyebrows must have hit the ceiling and my face registered World War III panic. So now my request to be sucked off is all over the neighborhood? Everyone knows what a pathetic little lover I am to be begging his girlfriend to let him finish in her mouth?

“No, no, not that. I just been asking a couple friends, totally confidential, more really about what it is like to have sperm in the mouth.”

She said this phrase like she was talking about gargling a snot milkshake.

“So what did you hear, babe?” Maybe somebody said something encouraging, like maybe her best friend Julia had said ‘Oh, I just absolutely adore sucking Stephen off all the way. He loves it!’

But that didn’t seem to be the case. Couple folks had said ‘it’s not as bad as you think.’

“But it’s funny, you know,” I thought I detected some possible cause of optimism in her tone. “The folks who really get excited about it are gay guys.”

Jesus, here she goes again, this woman never stops surprising me. She had at least two gay friends on campus and she’s pumping them for intel?

“Mae, so is this little request of mine going all around college?”

No again. Said she didn’t actually talk to any of her real gay friends, just noodled around online in a couple forums and websites. Learned a thing or two about cocksucking from the crew who does it a lot, and the ‘sperm in the mouth’ thing.

“So cocksucking all the way is just a gay thing? Come on Mae, girls are into this too, I know this myself anecdotally, general knowledge and such.”

“Yeah, but with regard to the sperm-in-the-mouth thing,” (I was already getting tired of this particular phrase), “I’ve found more, ah, enthusiasm on gay altıparmak eskort bayan discussions of this specific practice than amongst the women. That’s all. And I figured I’d learn a thing or two.”

“Well, learning is never a bad thing, I reckon you and I have learned some things together.” This was true enough.

She twirled a stray piece of hair, then looked at me. “So I think this might be possible. This sperm in the mouth thing.”

She closed her eyes, compressed her lips a little and said, “I will give this wish to you.”

I almost got down on my knees in front of her, like guys do when proposing marriage, and thanked her and told her that this was what love was like and how I was so honored and appreciative of her willingness to do something that was not necessarily her own number one wish but that she was doing it for me, and how grand a gesture it was, “noble” I even said.

And she smiled that beautiful smile of hers, just a little gap between her front teeth, and already my mind is going into overdrive and imagining my handsome tool wedged tight in that lovely mouth of hers and how nice it will be to be pushing my shaft along those lips and being able to send my sperm forth completely without holding back.

And, naturally, I was so excited that I went and pushed my luck farther than it maybe should have gone and said something about maybe doing an “early” birthday present, and there is no time like the present, and now is always better than later, and all that.

She laughed and put her hand on my knee.

“No, not early. I want you thinking about this for the next week. You know how things you are anticipating are so much more fun? Like Christmas coming when you are a kid? I really want you to enjoy this, so can’t happen until the day.”

She considered a moment. “Actually, not your official day, since the 31st is a Friday, but the day after.”

I was still beside myself.

“So you are saying, Mae Lynn Dickerson, that you will suck me completely, as a special birthday present, this coming Saturday?”

“I promise your sperm will be drained to the last drop.” I would remember these exact words later. The smile on my face maybe would belong in one of those renaissance paintings in the museums, ‘beatitude’ or something being the caption.

I am not afraid to say the next week was one of unbearable excitement.

I could literally not sit still. Nor my prick, if you really want to know. Every time I had a spare moment (and there are plenty of those if you are in, say, a statistics class lecture and the prof has gone off on some stupid tangent.) I found myself imagining what it would feel like to be erupting a good load of sperm into Mae’s sweet mouth. And once you have done something the first time, you can do it again, and my mind filled up with the idea of regular semen divestiture events, courtesy of this very special and handsome girlfriend of mine and how fortune has smiled on me in a way for which I was totally unworthy.

I was chuffed, I think that’s what the Brits say.

So it’s Friday night, March 31 in bed, and I am hot to trot with sweet Mae. We’d gone out to our favorite Italian restaurant, had a nice meal and dessert even and I was thrilled to have her make a fuss over my birthday. I even was able to pull out my ID for real so we could have a bottle of wine together. She was a couple months older than me, so already could do the legal alcohol thing, so I had been the impediment at bars and restaurants until now, but that was all over.

I want to make love to her when we get back to my place but she says no.

“I am stuffed Dave, and you know that is never the best time for lovemaking. Besides I want you good and worked up for tomorrow.”

My pleadings went for naught, reminding her of how it was absolutely no problem to dump plenty of semen inside her regardless, and her sheer handsomeness and attractivity quotient was so high that there was a near endless (pretty sure I emphasized that word) supply of semen for my fondest human being in the world.

Anyway, she won out as usual, as any of you guys know if you have stubborn or smart girlfriends, and I went to bed with an erection, the only thing sating me was the thought that the next day was going to be something special. At least she kissed me goodnight with a “happy birthday Dave” on her lips.

So the big day arrives and I am hot to trot, my early morning erection hoping for birthday wishes. I express a willingness to commence but am rebuffed.

“No silly. Not yet. I have plans for you, but they will play out as the day goes on.”

I am asking about her plans and it turns out they involve a few more details than I expected.

First of all it involves going over to her friend Cooper’s house. Mae says Cooper is away for the weekend and we will not only be ‘house-sitting’ there (it was a gorgeous upscale place, beyond normal student lodging status, with a view of Lake Champlain, nice furniture, all nilüfer eskort bayan of that) and feeding Cooper’s cat ‘Zeitgeist’ but will have extraordinary privacy the whole weekend in a way not possible in our own on-campus housing with apartment mates coming and going, all of that.

So we can indulge all weekend long. She gives me this long wanton look and I am sure my tongue is hanging out.

“But,” she says. Always a but.

“But what?”

“Since I am giving you your birthday wish, you have to let me do it the way I want.”

So now there are strings attached? Or some hedging on this promise? I point this out to her about her promise, her word, and everything and she reassures me that my handsome anxious cock will get thoroughly discharged into a warm waiting mouth, but that since this is a first for both of us that it has to be handled in a special way.

Okay, I am fine with this.

We pack our weekend bags and head over to Cooper’s house.

Now this Cooper girl, I have to tell you something about her. She is a high-roller, from Chicago, rich and handsome and status-infused enough to pretty much have any boy she wants at UV. I am not that fond of her personally, and she and Mae are slight friends, but not super-tight, so she wasn’t in our scene enough to be hard to deal with.

Rich, high-end types are unusual at UV, and Cooper (she had the nickname ‘Kinky Cooper’) had let it be known that Daddy had more than once delivered her on his small private jet to the tiny Burlington airport, so that put her in not just the one-percent category at UV but maybe the zero-point-five percent along with the senators’ and judges’ sons, and she oozed sex and power and attractiveness, which put me off a little, I guess you would say.

Anyway, nice place for sure, and I wander about the three (three!) rooms this girl had to herself as off-campus housing. I put my bag down while Mae explores, and she calls me in to the master bedroom, huge bed-frame, mirrors on the walls, etc.

“This is why I am so glad to have this place as the site of your ‘special birthday.'”

The room has two closets, one filled with clothes and shoes and girl detritus, but the other fairly empty one that Mae is showing me, well…

I took in a breath.

Tall, pocket door, hardwood floor, but with a bizarre kind of special wooden rack that Kinky Cooper has apparently installed on the back wall. A couple pegs on a side wall are holding a whip, a blindfold, and some hand restraints. I whistled.

“Jesus, Mae, is this the sort of thing Cooper is into? I’ve heard some rumors and everything, but still…” My imagination went a bit wild.

Mae was grinning like a banshee. “How bout it, huh? Do you think Cooper is the one who likes to be tied up and flogged? Or the other way around?”

This was not a difficult opinion for me to voice, and I told her I knew exactly which position Cooper assumed. I imagined her with some knee-high boots and jodhpurs maybe, topless, nothing else but a whip in her hand while some blindfolded UV stud with big shoulders was getting worked over. I shuddered.

We retreated to the living room and sat on the couch with a view out over the lake. I cozied up and put my arm around sweet Mae.

“You dying for your special present?” she says, eyebrows raised, bit of a smirk on her face.

“You bet, babe. Any time your little heart desires.” Damn this was hot.

“Let’s have something light to eat for lunch first. But I have to remind you, we’re doing it my way or not at all, okay?”

This part was getting on my nerves a little.

“What do you mean, your ‘way?’ How many different ways does it take to suck an anxious penis to culmination?”

“Well, just that as I am the one who will undertaking the onerous part…” Wish she hadn’t accentuated the ‘onerous’ word, it was sounding more and more like she was granting a super-divine wish or something.

“I have to take steps to make sure I am comfortable and everything. Surely you can understand that?”

She had put a hand to my crotch a minute or so before, and it hadn’t taken but a little pushing along with our anticipatory discussion for things to start to develop down there.

Of course I would have promised her anything at that point and almost did.

“Sure babe, that’s fine. But it’s like it’s Christmas eve and the waiting part, you know…”

A little kiss. “Of course Davey, I know how hard it is to wait.” Then laughed at the adjective she had just used as it applied to the insistent bit in my pants too.

We found some nice French cheese in the fridge, made ourselves sandwiches with some high-end mustard and a couple rolls out of the bread basket.

I was looking at Mae the whole time, trying to keep the drool in my mouth from overflowing. She had on a tight sweater made of that tightly woven soft wool stuff and I could see her nipples moving around underneath, a rare no-bra event today, a splendid look. She had to be wearing this just for me.

Cooper had the thermostat set fairly high compared to normal Vermont winter standards, so the place was warm and comfy.

After lunch Mae, with an absolutely deviant grin, placed me on the couch, told me to stay put. I sprawled out, put my head back, we were doing to do the deed on Cooper’s nice couch? Fine by me.

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Ertesi gün internetten kayınvalidem için bikini araştırdım biraz. Çok beğendiğim bir tanesini fiyatı da uygun olunca sipariş ettim. Teslimat adresi olarak da kayınvalidemin evini verdim.

Akşam eve gittiğimde Solmaz anne salonda çocuklarla ilgileniyordu. Arzu ise banyodaydı. Mavi bir kotun üstüne kırmızı bir tunik giymiş, başını desenli bir türbanla bağlamıştı. Siyah güneş gözlüklerini türbanının üzerine atmıştı. Beni görünce gülümseyip, “Bu yaramazları çok özledim, bırakıp gidemedim. Sana karşı ayıp olmasın diye de bekledim şimdiye kadar…” dedi. “Eve gitmene gerek yok zaten. Kal burada. Gidip ne yapacaksın?” dedim.

Sonra da telefonu çıkarıp ona internetten aldığım bikininin resimlerini göstererek, “Bak sana bunu aldım, kargoya vermişler, yarın senin eve teslim edecekler!” dedim. Yüzü kızardı, “Tövbe tövbe, sen ciddi misin?” diye sordu. “Evet, sen şaka mı sanmıştın?” dediğimde, gülümseyerek, “Ne bileyim belki şaka yapıyorsundur diye düşünmüştüm…” dedi. “Memnun olmadın mı yoksa, beğenmedin mi? O zaman iptal edeyim, ama vermişler kargoya!” deyince, “Yok, iptal etme daha, madem aldın gelsin bari!” dedi gülerek.

“Sana çok yakışacaktır, eminim!” dediğimde güldü bir şey demeden. Sonra da telefonu alıp bikininin resimlerine baktı, çok sevdiğini anladım. İstemem yan cebime koy diyordu.

Kayınvalidemle bu tip bir muhabbete gireceğim hayatta aklıma gelmezdi ama olmuştu. Yıllarca kocasının baskısı altında yaşayan kadın o ölünce birden kabak çiçeği gibi açılmaya başlamıştı.

Arzu banyodan çıkınca, “Ben kalkayım kızım…” dedi. Benden hariç Arzu da annesinin kalması için çok ısrar etti, ama Solmaz anne, “Yok, ben gideyim…” diye karşılık verdi hep.

Evi birkaç sokak ötedeydi. Hava artık kararmaya başlamıştı. “Ben götürürüm!” dedim. “Yok, oğlum ben giderim!” dedi, ama, “Ben de geleyim, sigaram bitmiş, sigara alacağım zaten!” diyerek onu ikna ettim. Spor ayakkabılarıyla dizlerine gelen uzun ve ince kahverengi kazağını giyince çıktık.

Birkaç dakikalık yolda havadan sudan konuştuk, bana işlerimi ve en çok da Karasu’daki yazlığı sordu. “Eğer çok görmek istiyorsan bu Pazar günü seni götüreyim!” dedim. Çok sevindi, teklifimi hemen kabul etti. “Arzu da sevinir, burada kızlarla çok bunalıyor, onun için de küçük bir değişiklik olur!” dedim.

O gece Arzu yine saat 23:00 gibi yattı. Bense televizyonda maç izleyip bir bira içtim. Yatak odasına geçtim, Arzu ve çocuklar çoktan derin bir uykuya dalmışlardı. Facebook’a girmek istedim. En çok da Solmaz anne ile konuşmak istiyordum.

Saat gecenin 12’si olduğu halde kayınvalidem gene online’dı. Kameralı arama isteği gönderdim. Az sonra onayladı, kamerası açıldı. Ekranda siyah kalın askılı atleti ile Solmaz anne belirdi, ama birkaç saniye sonra kapandı görüntü. Siyah atletinin altında şişkin, sutyensiz memeleri, bembeyaz koynu, memelerinin derin çatalını görmüştüm o birkaç saniye boyunca.

Yarağım sertleşirken bu kez ondan kameralı arama isteği geldi. Tıklayıp açtım, gene ekrandaydı, ama dünkü gibi gri eşofman vardı şimdi üzerinde. “Az önce ne yapıyordun?” diye sordum. Laptopun ekranını ayarlamaya çalıştı önce bana cevap vermek yerine. Ben yine aynı soruyu sorunca, “Kader’le konuşuyordum…” dedi. “O kılıkta mı konuşuyordun?” diye sordum. Sinirlenmiştim, kayınvalidemin günlerdir Kader dediği kimdi? Yoksa o kılığı ile başka bir erkekle mi görüşüyordu? Beni de Kader’le görüşüyorum diye mi kandırıyordu?

İnanmadığımı söylediğimde, “Vallahi Kader’le konuşuyordum oğlum, niye inanmıyorsun?” diye söyledi üzülmüş gibi. “E o zaman o kılığın neydi?” diye sorduğumda, “Çok sıcak olmuştu, çıkarmıştım üstümü. Sen birden arayınca boş bulunup açtım…” dedi. “İyi, tamam öyle olsun. Bunu yazıyorum bir kenara!” dedim alınmış gibi.

Yine, “Kader’le konuşuyorum, niye inanmıyorsun, ben sana yalan mı söyleyeceğim, inanmazsan yarın gelip bakarsın bilgisayara!” dedi kızmış gibi. “Tamam tamam, kızma hemen. Yani o halde seni görünce acaba ne oluyor dedim, nedir bu hali diye düşündüm. Yoksa senden yana öyle yanlış bir düşüncem yok, beni yanlış anlama!” dedim.

Kısa bir süre önemsiz şeylerden bahsettik. Ama sonra, “Valla Kader’i kıskandım, onun yerinde olmak isterdim!” dedim. “Niye öyle söyledin?” dedi şaşırmış gibi. “Valla baksana, Kader’le konuşurken üzerinde atlet var sadece, benle konuşurken eşofman çektin hemen!” dediğimde elini ağzına götürüp güldü.

“Kader kadın, sen erkeksin. Hem ayrıca sen benim oğlumsun, senin karşında o halde duramam!” dedi. “Senin oğlun askerde, ben senin damadınım, sen de benim kaynanamsın!” dedim gülerek. “E, ne yapmamı istiyorsun peki, eşofmanı mı çıkarayım?” dedi başını sağa sola sallayıp gülerek. “Valla süper olur, on numara olur!” dedim başparmağımı havaya kaldırıp göstererek.

Solmaz anne, “Orhan bu konuşmalar bize yakışmıyor!” dediğinde, “Niye yakışmasın?” dedim kameraya biraz daha yaklaşarak. “Sen benim kızımın kocasısın, ben senin annenim, sen annenle böyle konuşuyor musun?” dedi ciddi bir sesle. “Tabii ki konuşmuyorum çünkü o benim annem, ama sen değilsin!” dedim.

“Ne yani atletle mi oturayım senin karşısında?” diye sorunca, “Ben oturuyorum görmüyor musun?” dedim. Benim de üzerimde beyaz atletim vardı çünkü. “Senle ben aynı mıyız Orhan?” dedi tepki gösterir gibi.

Sonra da, “Bak kimse görmüyor değil mi bu konuşmalarımızı? Yani sonra Arzu yada Tufan duyarsa, öğrenirse çok kötü olur!” dedi tedirgin bir sesle. “Korkma, kimse görmez. Tufan zaten askerde nerden görsün çocuk. Arzu desen çocuklardan pestili çıkıyor, interneti de sevmez, zamanı da yok zaten. Hem bu konuşmalarımızın kaydı yok korkma, telefon gibi. Konuşuyorsun uçup gidiyor, kaydı alınmıyor!” dedim.

Sözlerime inandığını anladım. “Tamam ama kimseye söyleme sen yine de. Başımız derde girmesin!” dediğinde, “Ya niye söyleyeyim, söylenir mi deli misin?” dediğimde gülümsedi. Hemen ardından da kameranın karşısından kalktı, yeniden oturduğundaysa üzerinde siyah atleti vardı sadece. “Süpersin!” dedim keyifle.

“Çok güzelsin!” dediğimde, utanmış gibi, “Öyle mi?” dedi. “Sen bilmiyor musun güzel olup olmadığını, güzel bir kadınsın bunu kabul et!” dedim. Kayınvalidemin ekranımı kaplayan görüntüsü karşısında yarağım sertleşmeye başlamıştı. Şişkin memelerinin etli uçları ince penye atletin kumaşını delecekmiş gibiydi. Yaşına karşın azıcık sarkma bile yok gibiydi memelerinde. İki memesinin arasındaki çatalı derin bir vadi gibi uzanıyordu. Kumral saçlarını arkaya atmıştı. Bembeyaz koynu tavanından vuran beyaz ışığın altında daha da beyaz görünüyordu.

Artık kayınvalideme karşı ilgi duyduğum saklanamaz bir gerçekti. Onun da bana karşı benzer hislere sahip olduğu ortadaydı. Öyle olmasa bu konuşmaları Tufan ve Arzu’nun öğrenmesinden korkmaz, ayrıca karşımda şu haliyle oturmazdı. Kayınbabam sağken başını sağa sola çeviremeyen kaynanam gitmiş başka bir kadın gelmişti. Ama iyi ki gelmişti.

Üstümdeki beyaz atletimi çıkardım. Şimdi belimden yukarısı çıplaktı. Ben nasıl ki onu daha önce atletle görmediysem, o da beni bu halde görmemişti. “Niye çıkardın?” diye sordu gülerek. “Eşitlik olsun diye çıkardım, bir sen bir ben!” dedim kahkaha atmamak için kendimi zor tutarak.

“Biraz daha yaklaşsana!” dediğimde, “Niye?” diye sordu. “Ya yaklaşsana!” dedim soru sormasından rahatsız olarak. İyice, hatta istediğimden biraz daha fazla yaklaştı kameraya. Memeleri ekranımı kaplamıştı. Etli uçlarını ısırıp koparmak onları yalamak isteği içindeydim.

“Arzu’nunkiler seninki gibi değil!” dediğimde, “Onlar neymiş?” diye sordu merakla. “Memeleri, onun memeleri seninkiler kadar büyük değil!” dediğimde, “Orhan, bence kapatsak iyi olur!” dedi ama sesinin tonundan aslında sözlerimden memnun olduğunu anlamıştım.

“Kızma, yalan söylemiyorum. Hem siz kadınlar başka kadınların memeleri, götü hakkında konuşmuyor musunuz? Onun memeleri çok büyük, yok çok küçük diye şunun götü büyük şununki dik diye konuşmuyor muşunuz? Ben de seninkiler Arzu’nunkilerden büyük diyorum, ne var bunda?” dedim işi piçliğe vurarak. Bir şey söylemek yerine geriye çekildi tekrar.

Bu konuşmanın canını sıkmaması için konuyu Karasu’daki eve getirdim hemen. “Pazar günü birlikte gideriz!” dediğimde, sevinçle, “Çok iyi olur!” dedi. “Bikinini de giyersin, bakarsın belki denize de gireriz!” dediğimde, “Bu mevsimde denize girilir mi?” diye sordu. “Niye, giren var, soğuk olur biraz ama ne olacak ki, biz de gireriz. Ben öğretirim sana, hiç korkmana gerek yok, bana güvenmen yeterli, benim dediklerimi yaptığında gerisi kendiliğinden gelir!” dedim.

Ardından basit tekniklerle nasıl yüzme öğreteceğimi anlattım. Tabii bunları anlatırken, “Kollarından tutarım, sırtını bana yaslarsın, kalçalarından, bacaklarından tutarım…” diye de söylüyordum. Kayınvalidem ise, “Bu kadar mıymış, e sonra, hıım, ben ne yapacağım peki, başka?” diyerek hayret edermiş gibi dinliyordu beni.

Konuşmamız ilerlemişti iyice, saat 01:00’e gelmişti, ama uykum yoktu, aynı şekilde Solmaz anneden de uykum geldi diye bir şey duymadım. Sağ elim yukardayken sol elimle de yarağımı okşuyordum. Kayınvalidem beni sertleştirmişti, erkeklik duygularımı kabartmıştı.

“Kayınbabam senin değerini bilemedi!” diyerek yeni bir konu açtım. Ona çok güzel ve çekici bir kadın olduğunu, kocasının elindekinin değerini bilemediğini söyledim. Bunları daha önce de söylemiştim, ama kayınvalidem her seferinde bunları duymaktan keyif alıyor gibiydi.

“Onun yerinde ben olacaktım ki…” dediğimde, “Sen ne yapardın?” dedi meraklı gözleriyle. “Uuuu, neler yapmazdım ki, bu hayata bir kere geliyorsun değerini bileceksin. Ben de senin değerli olduğunu sana hissettirirdim!” dedim. “Nasıl hissettirirdin?” diye sordu bu sefer. Kayınvalidemin bu sorusu ile konu iyice aşağılara, bel altına inecek duruma gelmişti.

“Sana kadınlığını hissettirirdim!” dediğimde kameranın karşısında yüzünün kızardığını ve utangaç bir gülümsemenin dudaklarında belirdiğini gördüm. “Çok güzel bir kadınsın, kadınlığını yaşayamadın bana kalırsa. Ama hiçbir şey için geç değildir, bundan sonrası önemli!” dediğimde sessiz kaldı. Ama sonra sanki beni kızdırmak ister gibi, “Yeniden evlenmemi mi istiyorsun?” diye sordu.

“Eğer sen evlenmek istiyorsan evlen, bir şey diyemem. Ama evleneceğin adam da ölen kocandan farksız olacaktır, senin değerini bilmeyecektir. Benim o dediğim kadınlığını sana hissettiremeyecektir!” dedim karşılık olarak.

Kayınvalidem, “Peki nasıl olacakmış eğer evlenmeyeceksem?” deyince, tüm cesaretimle, “Ben ne güne duruyorum?” dedim. Önce artık bu sözlerimin çok ileri gittiğini, çok ayıp olduğunu, beni tersleyeceğini düşündüm, ama tepkisiz kalıp bir şey demedi.

Onun sessizliğinden daha da cesaretlenip, “Arzu’nun benimle ne kadar mutlu olduğunu görüyorsun. Çünkü onu doyurmasını biliyorum, ona kadınlığını yaşatıyorum. Eğer izin verirsen bunları senin de yaşamanı sağlayabilirim. Daha çok gençsin, çok güzelsin. Onca yıl çok kötü yaşadın, ama bari bundan sonra güzel yaşayıp mutlu ol, bu senin hakkın!” dedim. Kayınvalidem kameranın karşısında bir şey diyecek gibi oldu, dudakları titredi ama gene bir şey demedi.

O zaman daha da cesaretlendim ve ayağa kalktım. Yarağım külotumun ve eşofmanın altında çelik gibi sertleşmişti. Kamerayı aşağı doğru çevirdim, eşofmanımla külotumu sıyırarak sertleşmiş yarağımı çekmesini sağladım. O an kayınvalidem ekranında beliren görüntüden rahatsız olmuş gibi başını diğer tarafa çevirerek, “Orhan ne yapıyorsun sen?” dedi.

Ancak ben utanmak yada çekinmek yerine daha da coşmuştum. Yarağımı sıvazlarken, “Bununla seni doyururum, onca yıl yaşayamadıklarını benimle yaşarsın, seni her türlü aklına hayaline gelmeyecek şekilde sikerim, yarağa doyururum!” dediğimde, “Orhan manyak manyak konuşma, kapat şunu!” dedi tepkiyle.

Yerime oturdum. Kamerayı yeniden ayarladım. “Görüyorsun ne halde olduğumu. Beni sertleştirdin, demir gibi yaptın. Şimdi içeri gidip kızını çatır çatır sikeceğim, ama aklımda sen olacaksın. Sen de dediklerimi düşün, pişman olmayacaksın, aksine çok mutlu olacaksın. Benim de isteğim bu zaten, senin mutlu olduğunu görmek istiyorum, çünkü sen bunu hak ediyorsun!” dedim.

Kayınvalidem sözlerime cevap vermeyip görüşmeyi sonlandırdı. Kalbim deli gibi atıyordu. Heyecandan parmaklarım titriyordu. Ama o ilk heyecan geçtiğinde ise sanki 31 çektikten sonra oluşan pişmanlık gibi bir pişmanlık kapladı içimi. Kayınvalideme yarağımı açıp göstermiştim. Onu sikmek istediğimi açık açık söylemiştim. Karımın öz annesi, daha birkaç ay önce kocasını kaybeden ve oğlu askerde bir kadındı karşımdaki.

Yatak odasına geçtim. Arzu’nun sol eli küçük kızın beşiğinde kalmış, o halde uyumuştu. Elini çekip yorganın altına soktum. Beni fark edince, yarı uykulu halde, “Nerdesin sen?” diye sordu. “Geldim aşkım!” dedim. Birbirimize sarılıp yattık…

Sabah 9:00 gibi işyerindeyken cep telefonum çaldı, kayınvalidem arıyordu. “Orhan dün geceki davranışın hiç hoş değildi. Bence artık buna son vermeliyiz!” deyince, “Neden?” diye sordum. “Oğlum nedeni mi var? Ben senin kaynananım kaynanan, sen bilmiyor musun, anlamıyor musun?” dedi sinirle.

“Az bekle, bir dakika!” diyerek işyerinin kapısını kapadım. Zaten benden başka çalışan kimse yoktu. Taşıma ve nakliye işleri için dışardan adam tutuyordum. “Ben senin gibi düşünmüyorum, gece söylediklerimde ciddiyim!” dediğimde, “Orhan saçmalama!” dedi. “Senden hoşlanıyorum, içimde bir ateş var beni yakıyor. Arzu artık bana yetmez oldu, çocuklardan başını kaldıramıyor, kendime hakim olamıyorum!” dedim. Cevap vermeye çalışınca sözünü kesip, “Ben seni düşünüyorum, senin de mutlu olmanı istiyorum, kadınlığını yaşamanı istiyorum!” dediğimdeyse, “Ben o dediğini yapmak istesem evlenirim, sana ne oluyor?” dedi.

“Sen evlenmek istediğinde oğlun ne yapacak peki? A anne ne güzel evleneceksin, başka adamın koynuna gireceksin mi diyecek sana. Tebrik mi eder seni yoksa çeker vurur mu?” dedim. Bir süre ne diyeceğini bilememiş gibi sustu, güçlü nefes alışverişlerini duyuyordum bu sırada.

“Sen ne istiyorsun peki, senin derdin ne?” diye sordu. “Kaç defa söylemem gerekiyor daha, senden hoşlanıyorum, seni mutlu etmek istiyorum, beni sevmeni istiyorum!” dediğimde, sözümü keserek, “Oğlum ben zaten seviyorum seni…” dedi.

“Ya bırak şimdi bu anlamamış gibi salağa yatma laflarını. Biliyorsun benim ne demek istediğimi. Oğlun evlenmene hayatta izin vermez ama senin de eriyip gitmene, çürümene ben izin vermem. Senden hoşlanıyorum, yaşamadığın tatları yaşamanı istiyorum, güzellikleri görmeni istiyorum, sen bunları hak ediyorsun. Seni incitmek, kırmak aklımın ucundan bile geçmez. Öyle bir şeye en başta ben dur derim. Seni üzecek, ağlatacak bir şeye hayatta izin vermem. Korkmana, çekinmene gerek yok. Tufan yada Arzu öğrenir diye bir korkun olmasın. Bütün sorumluluğu ben üzerime alıyorum. Eğer yarın bir gün bunlar ortaya çıkarsa hepsine ben göğüs germeye, kendimi feda etmeye hazırım, senin kılına zarar gelmesini istemem, buna izin vermem!” dedim büyük bir coşkuyla.

İçimde birikenleri bir çırpıda söylemiştim. Kayınvalidem sözlerimi sessizce dinlemiş, güçlü nefes alış verişlerini duymuştum sadece. “Senin de benden hoşlandığını biliyorum, öyle olmasa bu ana kadar bu noktaya kadar işlerin bu aşamaya kadar gelmesine izin vermezdin. Ben seni biliyorum, tanıyorum. Esaslı, mert kadınsın. Eğer kendine koca arıyorsan, yeniden evlenmeyi düşünüyorsan ben senin kocan olmaya hazırım. Açık açık söylüyorum bunu sana. Sen de istiyorsun gerçekte ama sadece korkuyorsun, en çok da kendinden korkuyorsun. Ama ben de sana korkmana gerek yok diyorum. Kimse bilmeyecek, ne oğlun ne kızın. Her şey ikimizin arasında olacak. Benim imkânlarım var, yoksa da yaratırım, maddi durumum da iyi sen de biliyorsun. Seni üzmem, incitmem, kadınlığını doya doya yaşamanı istiyorum sadece. Kocanın sana yaşatamadıklarını, veremediklerini vermek istiyorum. Sen sadece bir adım atacaksın, korkmadan bir adım attığında gerisi de gelecek!” diye ilave ettim.

Sözlerimi sessizlikle karşıladı. Ardından titreyen bir sesle, “Çok korkuyorum. Sanki Salim beni izliyormuş gibi oluyorum. Sanki yanı başımdaymış gibi hissediyorum…” dedi. “Salim öldü, artık Salim yok. Salim ne verdi sana, senelerce baskı yaptı, dayak attı. Kadın olduğunu unuttun. Ama artık hepsi geçti, bundan sonra ileriye bakacaksın, geçmişi unutacaksın!” dedim.

“Bak çok korkuyorum. Kimsenin bilmesini istemiyorum, ne ailem ne akrabalarım ne komşularım. İnsan içine çıkamam öğrenirlerse. Senin de hayatın mahvolur. Bu işin ucunda ölüm var Orhan…” dediğinde, “Ben öyle olduğunu bilmiyor muyum sanıyorsun? Ortaya çıkarsa Arzu ne yapar bana, Tufan ne yapar, elbette biliyorum hepsini. Ama bu işi çok gizli yapacağız, o konuda bana güvenmeni istiyorum, pişman olacağımız bir şey yapmayacağız buna emin ol, ben kendime güveniyorum, sen de azıcık da olsa bana güven!” dedim.

Birkaç saniyelik sessizliğin sonunda, “Ben de güveniyorum sana!” dediğinde artık bu işin olduğu kesinleşmişti. “Teşekkür ederim, pişman olmayacaksın!” dedim yanıt olarak.

Kayınvalidem dün geceki yaşananlardan sonra bu işi bitirmeyi kafasına koymuş beni de bunun için aramıştı, ama iş 180 derece ters bir noktaya gelmişti. Artık birbirimize bağlanmıştık. Birbirimizi mutlu etmekti amacımız.

“Bugün bikini geldiğinde bana haber ver!” dediğim zaman telefonun ucunda kıkır kıkır güldü. “Tamam, veririm!” diyerek kapattı. Derin bir nefes alıp verdim. Sadece birkaç günde yaşadıklarımız inanılmazdı.

Bir keyif sigarası yaktım…

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AUTHOR’S NOTE – this is my first piece of writing for this site so any feedback is strongly appreciated. In fact, I don’t even mind hate as long as you tell me what’s actually wrong with my story so I can work on it… Don’t just hate for the sake of it please.

I couldn’t really think of a category for this piece so I just chose Erotic Couplings due to only straight action.

I hope this text will please you guys so without further ado, let the story begin!

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Jane had only be on the road for 10 minutes when she hear the unmistakable sound of police sirens. She took a look at her rear view mirror and sure enough, there was a set of police lights flashing behind her.

“Fuck! Not this again,” Jane had made a few offenses before and she was on her last 2 points on her license.

Jane was on her way to Audrey’s House, her best friend, straight from her day spent at Uni. She was in a hurry due to the fact today was her friend’s birthday. Her mind was filled with thoughts of what they were going to do together before all her other friends arrived later in the day. She had bought Audrey those leather boots she’s always wanted. But now her thoughts diverted to that police car trailing her. Both cars were the only ones Jane could see for miles on the long sunny road.

Jane pulled over her twentieth birthday present, a beautiful black Eldorado Cadillac with an open roof. Her hair finally settled down after dragging behind her from the wind as she was driving. She heard the sound of gravel shifting as the car behind her came to a stop.

She looked in her mirrors and saw a man getting out of the police car and making his way to hers.

“Shit!Shit! Shit!Shit!”

“Hello miss,” the tall officer greeted, “do you know why I pulled you over?”

“I’m afraid not sir.” Replied Jane while she was scrambling through her purse anticipating the officer’s next question.

“Can I see your papers please?”

Jane guessed right, she handed the officer the driving license she found in her bag. As the officer was examining her papers, Jane couldn’t help but examine the man’s build and looks. He was quite handsome, early 30s, tall, only a little more muscly than the average man. She was starting to wander how she could get out of the situation when the man stopped her trail of thoughts.

“Miss, you were speeding, which is the reason I had to pull you over. As I’m sure you’re aware this means all the points on your license are gone,” informed the officer.

Fuck! Her parents were going to kill her and probably take her car away. Not to mention the fact she wouldn’t be able to drive anything without a license. But most of all she was going to miss Audrey’s celebration.

Jane quickly thought of what to do. Suddenly it hit her, the man standing there was just like any other man, she knew she could get away with it. Jane was a tallish brunette with a body that would make any man aroused. She was slim, her skin quite pale with a few light freckles on her face and shoulders, boasting 36 C breasts and to top it off; long legs and a shapely ass.

“Sir, there has to be a way… I mean surely I can do something?” Jane suggested as she opened the door of her car and swung her legs from underneath the steering wheel to out of the car to sit facing the officer.

“Sorry, miss, you’ll have to come into my car and follow me to the station.”

“No, no please!” Jane leaned forwards to show her cleavage, in her tank top, to the officer.

“Erm… No mam, you erm… you’ll have to come with me.”

Jane realised she succeeded when she heard the man’s hesitating tone. She shifted in her seat a little toward the officer and moved her elbows at her sides to drag her tank top down a little in a subtle manner. Jane was confident with her plan. She knew she was attractive and she knew she was great in bed. She had had a couple of boyfriends already and had sex with them quite regularly while they were dating.

“Miss, you can’t… Do this… Please stop… I…I,” the gaziantep escort officer started.

Jane swiftly moved her right hand to rest against the man’s trousers where is crotch was.

“You? You what?” She winked at the helpless man standing in front of her.

She could feel his member growing and pressing against her hand as she stared into his eyes. She rubbed her hand against it slowly and kept her gaze up at him. The man’s eyes were wide open in shock and his mouth was half open.

“Are you sure there isn’t some way we can deal with this situation?” She teased.

She rubbed against him a little more before moving her other hand up to him and then started working on his belt buckle with both hands. Jane was loving this, she’d not had any action in a little over a month since she broke up with her last boyfriend.

“No miss, I can’t… I’m …I,” opposed the man again.

“Shhhhh. I just want to do this and I know you want it too.” Said Jane as she finished undoing the belt buckle she was working on.

Jane then slowly unzipped the fly and then slowly pulled the man’s trousers down to his knees.

“Let me take care of you,” she rubbed the man again, this time against his briefs.

Then, to the officer’s surprise, she leant forward and pressed her cute little mouth to his raging erection. The officer started felling a warm wet sensation against the tip of his cock when Jane yanked down his pants to meet his trousers by his ankles.

Jane raised her hands to the top of his thighs and started to scratch him lightly down his thighs with her nails. She took his erection in her hand and squeezed it a little and felt it jerk a little in return. Jane looked into the man’s gaze again and licked her lips suggestively and let out a little “mmmm.”

Jane slowly her head forwards ever so slowly while keeping her gaze into the man’s eyes. The officer’s senses were going crazy as he was starring at that cute girl sitting in her car, time seemed to slow down as he watched her face get even nearer his bare cock which was pointing straight at her slightly opened mouth. He couldn’t believe this girl was about to please him orally and maybe even sexually, he thought. That surely wasn’t what he anticipated when he woke up that morning, or when he put on his uniform and certainly not when he walked over to her car. He just couldn’t believe this hot woman was willing to please him sexually, he felt as though he was elated. All thoughts of this being wrong and unprofessional, or even of being caught in the act, had completely disappeared.

As his mind was filled with these thoughts, he realised the girl’s face was just about an inch away from the tip of his dick. Just before he could beg her to reach it, Jane stuck her tongue out of her mouth and licked lightly under his swollen head.

The officer’s mind went crazy.

Jane started swirling her tongue slowly around the erect cock right in front of her. She absolutely adored the feeling against her tongue. Jane gave the swollen head a kiss before licking her way down to the officer’s balls as he let out a long moan. She sucked and licked each one until they were completely drenched in her saliva. Once she was satisfied with how she treated the man’s balls she drew her attention back to his hard member and slowly started sucking him, getting a little quicker after every back and forth movement of her head. She couldn’t help herself but let out a few soft moans which only increased the officer’s pleasure because of the vibrations he could feel from her mouth.

“Miss … mmmm … we can’t do this here … someone could see us!”

“I guess you’we wight,” Jane said with his cock still in her mouth.

She took him out of her mouth then stood up, opened the back door of her car, grabbed the officer by the waist and shoved him on the back seats.

“Holy shit, you really know what you want don’t you!” Stated the officer.

“Yup, I want to make you feel like never before… And get some pleasure out of it too!” She winked at him and then kneeled on the back seat above the man’s thighs before seductively taking off her tank top.

” Right now I want this,” she added motioning her head towards his cock.

Jane took him in her mouth as far as she could and then drew her tongue out to lick the little remaining bit of his shaft that wasn’t in her mouth. When she brought her head back she started licking his head again and she felt the taste of precum on her tongue. Jane absolutely loved the taste of cum and this little preview only made her more desperate for it. She started bobbing her head up and down to the officer’s satisfaction.

The officer brought one of his hands to her hair and grabbed it into a messy sort of pony tail and decided to try to fuck this hot girl’s mouth a little. He reckoned that since she was trying to please him to get out of trouble, he’d be able to do pretty much anything he liked.

“Gack, gack, gack, gack,” Jane’s throat was being rammed by the officer’s long cock and she loved it.

The throat-fucking made Jane salivate lots more and her saliva was quickly glistening all over the officer’s dick making this whole blow-job much more enjoyable for both partners.

The officer kept the regular speed of his ramming until he suddenly brought her face down completely until her nose was poking his belly and his cock at burst through the start of her throat and further. Jane made swallowing motions within her neck to massage the head of his cock. An action that made the officer’s legs stiffen under Jane’s body.

With one quick motion the officer dragged her head off his member and sat up to kiss Jane passionately and unhook her bra simultaneously. He then somehow managed to switch their positions so that Jane was on her back and he was on top of her. He leant over her breasts and started flicking at her nipples with his tongue before taking her right one in his mouth and grabbing her left breast in his hand and massaging it.

“Oooooh my god that feels so good!” Moaned Jane, “Suck the other one too.”

The officer obeyed. After licking both her tits a while and breathing in her sweet smell he made a trail of kisses down her abdomen and then slowly pulled Jane’s mini skirt off and then buried his face against her pussy through her panties; they were quite thin and black, nothing fancy but still ridiculously sexy on this woman. He inhaled strongly, before pulling those off too.

He licked her slit up and down slowly.

“Aaaaaaaaah! Lick me harder baby!” begged Jane.

She squeezed her thighs against his head and put one of her hands on top of it to press him harder into her pussy while played with her tits with the other hand.

The officer lapped at her pussy hard and sucked at her hard clit until he felt the area around his mouth get drenched. He decided to take one last dip to her entry and stuff his tongue in and move it about quickly and hard. He then broke free from his prison of thighs. The officer took his shirt off and then grabbed Jane’s legs and pulled them up in the air against his shoulders either side of his head. He grabbed her thighs hard, with one arm wrapped around them, to pull them up to lift her pelvis to the height of his cock. With his other arm he grabbed his cock and moved it towards Jane’s slit, he started rubbing his cock up and down it.

“Pleeeeeease… Please officer, please put it deep inside me!” moaned Jane as her legs were trembling with pleasure and anticipation.

After a little more teasing, even the officer couldn’t resist the temptation. He dived his cock deep inside her drenched pussy and he was overwhelmed with a sensation of ecstasy. This girl’s pussy was so warm and tight. He felt her walls rub along his sensitive cock as he drove his cock inside her fully. He knew he wasn’t going to last very long with a pussy this magnificent trapping his cock. Knowing this, he decided he would give her the best pleasure out of it and started to pump into her pussy faster and faster.

“OoooooooOoooO… oooOoooOoooh!” Jane’s moans were being affected by the her body being shaken by the officer’s body thumping against her ass and thighs.

The officer kept going as hard as he could trying to concentrate on her beautiful face rather than the incredible sensation of his cock inside her pussy, or even the thought of it. Jane noticed the man’s muscles twitching and tensing harder and his eyelids shut tight over his eyes and realised what was soon to happen… Her favourite part; he was going to cum soon.

” You’re gonna cum for me? Please do I love it… Please cum on my face, I beg you!” begged Jane.

The officer took that opportunity and let go of her legs and pulled out of her. He shuffled so that he was kneeling over her chest with his knees on either side. Jane grabbed his rock-hard cock and started jerking it off rapidly, clearly to the officer’s delight as he let out a long loud moan.

“Ahhhhhhh! Oh my GOD!” screamed Jane.

As Jane was concentrating on jerking the officer off, he decided to lean back and to plunge two fingers in her pussy and push his ring finger in her asshole. Jane adored this man for taking such bold initiative and jerked him off even harder and beg him for his cock just to make him feel even better as he was satisfying her orifices tremendously.

“Please sir, please cum for your little whore, I want it all, please, cover me with it.”

Those words threw the officer over the edge in no time. As Jane was starting to cum from his intense fingering of her asshole and pussy, she shut her eyelids tight and was overwhelmed by the pleasure. However she was brought back to reality when a stream of cum hit her cheek.

She opened her eyes wide and saw more jets of the white liquid towards her face. Jane opened her mouth welcomingly to the man and drew his cock nearer her mouth to receive some cum in her mouth. Oh how she loved the taste of cum, and his was no exception. Most of it made its way to her tongue but some it her lips and the area just above as well as a few more spurts on both her cheeks.

As the officer finished his orgasm, all his muscles relaxed and he slightly dipped his still hard cock towards her face. Jane took his present and cleaned it with her tongue and sucked on it a little. She withdrew with a “Pop” sound which made the officer jerk from the sensation in the head of his cock.

He stood back up off her and let out a sigh of pleasure. Jane sat up and stared at the officer in the eyes while licking some cum off her lips to give him a last little show.

” Am I OK to go now Mr Officer? I’ve been a good girl haven’t I?”

“Hell yes you’re free to go, that was amazing! I’ve never had sex this great,” said the officer as he grabbed his things and started walking back to his car.

“Hey I never got your name!”

“What’s it matter?” He asked.

“Eh… I guess it doesn’t, makes it more special I guess,” she winked at him. “I’ve never fucked an anonymous stranger before…”

********

The officer waved goodbye as he sat in his car and drove off. Jane watched his car drive away and licked the little amount of cum remaining on her face with the help of her finger. She then shoved a couple of fingers up her pussy and drew them to her mouth to taste her own cum; a thing she loved to do after sex. Something made it feel special, maybe the thought that a man’s swollen cock had just penetrated her and mixed with her juices. She didn’t care really, she just liked the taste of her own cum.

Before putting on any clothes back on she picked her cell phone and rung Audrey.

“… Hey Audrey… Yeh don’t worry I’ll be there soon… I HAVE to tell you what just happened when I see you!” She hung up.

She just put on her skirt and tank top on, her nipples were showing through her top but she didn’t care, her and Audrey were too close to care. Then she drove off…

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WELL, I hope you liked that! 🙂 As I said this is my first story so any comments would be hugely appreciated.

I intend this to be series about more occasions where Jane gets in trouble so any ideas would be great!

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His laptop’s screen provided the only illumination in this unlit hotel room at night. The light was directed at its user, Jay. Resting on the bed, with the computer on his lap, he typed the web address of an adult video chatting website and pressed enter. The web page opened and he pondered for a moment before moving forward, considering it was a work computer and not a personal one. Events of the day had left his tired brain devoid of energy to analyse right and wrong. After a moment of consideration, he straightened up the screen so that the camera angle started below his neck and ended on the hips. He thought of putting in his country interest in the search bar, but refrained from doing so, realising that results would be difficult to get at this hour. The cursor moved to the “Start” button and with a click the video chat window opened up.

*****

Having celebrated his 22nd birthday, Jay had started his first job six months back, at one of the biggest big marketing firms of the country. The job demanded constant travel and a sharp mind. An acute intellect made him stand out at his work but standing at just 5 feet 3 inches, his size proved to be a hindrance at wooing the opposite sex. Having never experienced his “first”, Jay frequented these websites to have a chance at some fun. Despite his short height, he was blessed with an extraordinary member; which had no witnesses, except himself. However, it helped him get adequate matches on such fun chatting pages.

Just a few minutes after 1AM, he was staring at the laptop screen with the lights turned off. Fully aware of what to expect, the “Next” button was clicked with very short pauses as he encountered a string of guys, all expecting to find a person of the opposite gender. The occasional female he encountered, skipped on noticing the colour of his skin. Wheatish in his complexion, Jay knew girls skip over them here, especially Indians.

After a tiring 10 minutes, his hopes began to fade and already tired, he decided to call it a night. However, just before logging off, he thought of trying out his luck one final time. He typed the words “India” in the “Interests” tab and let it roll. In a couple of seconds, there was a match. Much to the surprise of Jay, he found what he was actually looking for – an Indian female counterpart. The small screen of the other person’s cam reflected a pink t-shirt with what seemed to be a penguin imprint on it. Two large protrusions, with outlines on them midway, stuck out as the t-shirt was pulled in tightly to show them off.

Jay’s nether region witnessed a twitch at this sight and he was left dumbfounded as a hand waved on the screen. Though the lights were dim on her end too, her ample bosom stood out. Involuntarily, he waved back as he saw her hands reach her keyboard.

“Shall we start ;)?” showed up on the chat screen.

Composing himself, he gave a thumbs up. On the other side, she pressed her tits together, sending shivers down his spine.

“Want more honey?” was swiftly replied with a “Yes!” by Jay.

Her finger pulled down her collar from the centre, giving Jay a view of her busty cleavage. In turn, Jay lowered his cam to display the tent pitching in his boxers. He started to slowly rub his gaziantep escort erection from over his boxers with eyes fixated on the screen. With his free hand, he typed “Can I see more?” and hit send.

She obliged to his request and gradually lowered both her sleeves, showing the pink strap of her bra. Removing her arms one by one, her t-shirt fell down to her hips. She pulled down her bra just a little, to give him a sneak peek of her areolas. Jay excitedly anticipated to see her topless but his delight was short-lived as she quickly pulled it up again. Placing her thumbs in between the strap and her skin, she ran them up and down, pulled the straps and released them as they hit her tender skin with a “thwang” coupled with an “aaah!” a mixed sound of pain and pleasure.

This aural and visual treat made Jay’s blood rush to his cock at lightning speed. His phallus began to rise as he saw her seductively squeeze her breasts from over her bra. Fondling them ever so gently, making sure Jay’s flaccid manhood pulsated with excitement. Jay felt the throbbing sensation intensify, causing his dick to harden.

She pointed downwards with her fingers. Taking the cue, he lowered his shorts. Free from the captivity, his cock sprung up in full view. Not even fully hard, it stood more than six and a half inches already. He could imagine her gasping as his bulb emerged and his pole went erect, standing at a little more than seven and a half inches. He was well aware of what he possessed and how it compared to the “normal” in the sub-continent. He saw her step back a little, amused. Surely, she must have had a better experience here with others, but rarely with someone from her own country.

“This is not what I expected!!” the words materialised on screen.

Jay chuckled to himself and wrote back, “Want more?”

Not waiting for a reply, he pulled down his shorts to reveal his asset to its full extent.

A sizable set of globules stood at the base of an elongated shaft which mushroomed at the top. With the light falling on its top, the cock glistened in the glow, oozing pre cum already.

The spectacle had its intended effect as he saw her closing in on the screen. With the laptop now giving a better view, she tucked on her bra playingly. Her palms at her mounds’ base, she lifted them up and squeezed them again, making them brush against each other. Opening her mouth, she stuck out her tongue and took heavy breaths. Her breasts rose and fell with each of her lustful gasps. Fondling them for a while more, she finally pulled down her lingerie, revealing her large dusky globes with two protruding erect nipples smack at the centre. Her bust looked firm, fluffy and mostly, big.

She sucked on her finger and with it her nipples moist, rubbing them. Pinching them, she pulled on them with an “AAH!”. Just to show off how big her assets were, she held the right breast in her palm and let her face lower down a little.

Jay saw her hard nipple disappear between her lips as she sucked on it. Another blood rush left Jay throbbing passionately.

“Put that THING in between here,” showed the text box.

He pulled the device closer and started caressing his shaft. Zooming in helped his already long dick, look bigger. She reacted by tightly squeezing her tits. Her tongue sensually touched her upper lip first and went on to lick the lower one next. Getting closer to the camera with her mouth wide open, she asked for Jay’s cock, blowing tiny kisses. Sounds of soft moans filled his ears as he saw her playing with her tits and desire to blow him. Ecstatic and excited about not only getting an Indian woman here but also a fine seductress, his cock hardened and rose to its full extent.

As he moved his hips a little to bring in some more action, a message popped up, “Can’t see much. Pls turn on some lights.”

Jay considered it for a couple of seconds, but his dick had already taken hold of his brain. He was in no mood to deny. Stretching out his hands, he tried a couple of switches to turn on the lights. However, only the bedside lamps lit up. Not wanting to waste time, he placed his laptop a little askew on the bed carefully and proceeded to try out the lights. A couple of moments passed by till he found the correct switch. As the room lit up, Jay went back to his bed and took the gadget on his lap. What caught his eye was that, for a brief moment, her face was close to her camera like she was looking for something. As soon as he arrived, she recoiled hastily.

Jay didn’t think too much into it for that point in time, as people usually do not wish to showcase their faces here and maybe that’s why she got spooked. And also, he was distracted by the fact that her t-shirt, bra and even her pants were not to be seen; she was bare naked except for red and white striped panties. Now that his exhibit was in a splendorous display, with his veins emasculating his already huge cock, he expected things to pace up.

To his surprise, there was a pause. That too, a lengthy one. There was no movement from the other end for quite some time. Bewildered, and in an effort to correct things at the earliest before it came to an abrupt end, Jay started stroking his cock. He touched the white liquid on his bulb and stretched its thin stingy layer. He applied his sexual fluids over his penis making it wet.

This trick seemed to work, as he saw her put her hands inside her panties; although, he heard a feeble “no” in his earphones. Keeping the momentum going, he started stroking his potent penis, wishing for a continued reaction. Her movements, down below, began to speed up as well, although the “NO”es became louder and frequent.

He saw her sitting with her legs spread and was treated with a view of her thick thighs. As she pleasured herself to Jay’s cock, her hips began to move.

“NO, no, aah, yes, Yes, YES, YESS, aah, AAH, Noo!!”

Her pleasurable moans and quivering thighs spurred him to go faster.

Exhilarated, Jay stood up and up and pointed his erect dick at the camera, instigating her to go further. He saw her do just that as she pulled aside the base of her panties and gave Jay a full view of her shaved womanhood which instantly engulfed two of her fingers.

“Oh my…yes…keep going…stroke it…AAAH yesss!!”

As her masturbation quickened, so did Jay’s. Filled with an adrenaline rush, he stroked himself fervently to her moans. Minutes began to add up as they pleasured themselves to each other.

She became more audible with her moans, “Oh yesss! I want-t-t…aaaaah…want tooooo…AAH!”

Then all of a sudden, “Yess..no…noo…No…NOO”; her moans turned to constant nos.

However, Jay was left flabbergasted with the next string of words, “no, No, NO, NOO, JAY PLEASEEEE NOOO!!”

Before Jay could absorb how a random woman had said his name, the chat screen closed.

Jay was in disarray with what had just happened. He had witnessed a bosomy and sensual Indian woman for the first time on this random video chat website who had somehow ended up blurting out his name. Not only was their play stopped, leaving him with blue balls, but also the fear of being recognised on this website crept up in his mind. His initial thought was that the woman, unknowingly or unintentionally, had exclaimed “Jay” out loud, being a very common name in India. Maybe she would have known someone by the same name.

In the next instant, the only other plausible possibility occurred to him. By this time his brain had regained the thinking function from his sexual organ. Still somewhat dizzy, he thought for a moment trying to recollect if he erred somewhere and had shown his face. He knew he was always too careful to not to engage in such stupidity, even at heights of sexual fervor or for that matter, desperation.

Poking his brain to think harder, he recollected the event when he left his laptop to turn on the lights. However, he was still mindful of what he was doing and there wasn’t a slip up which would have revealed his face. Reliving the time where he saw the woman pulling herself back from the screen and stopping unanticipated, Jay realised that it must be at this juncture where things turned topsy turvy. Still he could not pinpoint exactly what went wrong.

Beads of sweat emerged on his face even with the air conditioner turned on. His body was heating up with not only fear but also his brief sexual encounter, a while ago. He thought hard and then it hit him! The person must have recognised something about his belongings laying around in the room. He couldn’t observe anything else in the camera’s field of view, except his bag lying beside him on the bed. Or maybe she must have recognised the room altogether. If she had recognised that, she must have been someone he closely knew and was aware where he was, what his surroundings looked like and what were his personal belongings. The only people who knew this were his family, a couple of friends, and…

*Knock. Knock. Knock*

His train of thought was interrupted by three hard knocks. They brought Jay out of his mind and back to reality. He was startled to find someone knocking at this late hour. He had definitely not requested any room service, he thought to himself. Without giving time to think, the three knocks repeated, harder this time and with a sense of urgency. Gathering his thoughts, he stood up, pulled up his shorts and walked to the door. He picked up a nearby chair to block the door or hit someone with it, if things turned out to be something worse. He reached the door, opening it slightly with a chained latch on. What he saw left him astonished, to say the least. Or WHO he saw standing in the hotel hallway. A hefty set of breasts stood a little below his eyesight with a pink cloth covering them having a penguin imprint.

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The rain was still coming down. It had started raining that morning, and had not let up all during the day. Now it was steady drizzle, slacking to a mist at times. Enough to keep the streets slick and pedestrians miserable.

But in the bar, the rain was forgotten. Amidst the blaring music, the bright neon signs, and the cigarette haze, all was forgotten. She and I sat drinking at battered wooden table. We were drinking in our usual style. Rounds of pitchers, one for each of us. It was the fourth round and the beer was taking its toll. I wasn’t stumbling drunk, but was getting close.

“What say we get out of here before the rush. Gonna be a bitch of a walk back to your dorm anyway.”

She gave me an odd look. “You coming home with me?”

“No, was going to be nice for once and walk you home.”

“OOOHHH!!! I see. Now you’ll be nice.”

Sarcasm is not a good thing when coming from drunks. Especially when you are also drunk. But I forgave her. After all how many people have a drinking buddy who is a 5’11” blonde who still has the washboard stomach from her high school athlete days? The fact that she was drop dead gorgeous didn’t hurt matters either.

“I’m always nice to you. Don’t’ I let you bitch and moan continuously about Dave, without complaint. Don’t I let you cry on my shoulder whenever he doesn’t call daily?”

She didn’t say much, just stared at her beer.

“Yes, I know. You keep me sane.”

“So don’t say I’m not nice. Now lets go.”

We headed out the back door of the place, and headed up the alley on the side. The rain was still fine drizzle. We crossed the street back onto campus and stumbled the half-mile back to her dorm. By the time we arrived, we were not totally soaked, but by no means dry.

“Well, thanks for the escort. You alright to walk back to your place?”

As she asked this, there came a clap of thunder, a flash of lightning, and we looked out to see the rain suddenly increase. In a minute it was a downpour. I stared out through the dark and contemplated the mile walk back to my dorm, through these lovely conditions.

“Can I come up and wait this out for a bit? Need to clean your hat anyway.”

We entered her dorm, and slipped up the stairwell to the 3rd floor. We tried to be as quiet as possible, knowing the consequences for both of us would be unpleasant if I were caught here.

We slipped in her room and hit the lights. Bekhas room always smelt like a floral shop I thought. Her and her roommate kept several candles around and some sort of potpourri.

“Angie gone for the weekend?”

“Yeah, she headed to Dallas to see Phillip.”

I took off my straw hat and stepped to her bathroom to retrieve a towel. I began cleaning and drying it off, while she checked her messages.

“Damn, he didn’t call.”

“Hey, it’s Friday night, he’s on a base in a partying town, he’s out with his buds. Much like you my dear.’

“I know, just annoys me.”

I could tell that this was more than simple annoyance. Bekha and Dave had started dating almost a year ago and had fallen hard and fast for each other. The in the spring, Dave got tired of college, and joined the Army, needing only 10 hours to finish his degree. Bekha supported his choice, and they had done well with the long distance thing. But I knew it was rough on her. She saw other couples sometimes and the fact that she had no one to hold at night hurt deeply. I had become almost a surrogate boyfriend. Acting as a vent for her anger, listening to her problems, and offering sage, well sort of, wisdom on relationships.

I myself was not in a relationship. I had several female friends who could be considered “fuck-buddies” so I seldom had to worry about sex. If I wanted to get laid, I could easily find someone.

Bekha saw my loose and wild ways and envied them to a point. At the same time, I envied her ability to find someone that truly cared and loved her. It may have been the empty spots in each of our lives that drew us to be such good friends.

I continued working on my hat, and then walked across the room to retrieve Bekha’s. She sat on the foot of her bed, trying to pull off her boots, and obviously bothered by something.

‘Need help with those?”

“No, I got them. They’re wet and being stubborn.”

“Need help with what’s in your head right now?”

She struggled with the boots a moment more, finally pulling them off. I took them from her and dried them a bit, placing them by her closet. She sat there in silence, as I resumed working on the black felt hat she had been wearing. It was less than 2 weeks old and was now drenched. I tried as best I could to dry it off. It would require reshaping and cleaning after drying it was obvious.

“Well your is broke in now I guess. Bad way to do it though.”

She looked up at me, her gloom seeming to deepen. I finished toweling of the hat and sat it in the bathroom, along with the other, on towels to dry. It was obvious Bekha was depressed and I would do my best, as usual to cheer her up and help her cope. But as I stood I the doorway staring, other thoughts appeared. gaziantep escort She was a truly beautiful woman. And much of our usual conversation revolved around sex. Both us were self-admitted fiends for oral sex, and Bekha would freely admit that she loved to swallow. Maybe my helping as a friend could include some recreational carnal exercises well. I tried to shove the thoughts down remembering I was a friend with Dave also and that I had already broke up one serious relationship that way this year.

That’s another story.

I walked in the room and sat down on the bed next to her. She stared sadly at me, her wet hair clinging to her face. I brushed it back and put my arm around her, then hugged her close. She seemed to melt into me, pulling close to me. We sat for many long moments, no sound except for the AC and our own breathing.

“What are you thinking?”

“That I don’t’ know If I can do this long distance thing much longer. I sit here every night and wait to here from him, and when he doesn’t call I feel, like I’m wasting my life waiting for him. I can’t keep doing this.”

Her voice started to crack as she finished saying this. Within moments, I could feel the tears dripping of her face onto my shirt, feel the sobs starting to build. I pulled her close and lay back on the bed, holding her to me. She snuggled up closer to em and cried, letting all the pain and anger and frustration come out.

As I lay there, the thoughts in my head started up again. I felt how warm and firm her body was under my arms. How her full breasts were pressed against me. Her perfume filled my mind with its seductive scent. I tried to relax my hold a bit, to let these thoughts go, but she pulled me closer, holding onto me. Her sobs had decreased, but her tears still flowed.

I moved around so I could see her face. I brushed the hair back from her forehead, and wiped some of the tears of her cheeks. She looked at me and tried to smile a little, but only broke down again. I hugged her close and let her cry, let her release the feelings.

After a few more minutes she looked up at me and started trying to compose herself. I stroked her hair and just tried to look sympathetic and open to listen. She relaxed her hold on me a bit, and we lay there, her staring off into space, obviously thinking hard.

“Are you okay, Bek?”

She looked at me and smiled a little smile.

‘I think so. Thank you for being here.”

‘Is my job, supposed to watch out for you.”

“I know, but I ask too much of you.”

‘Ask all you want. You’ll make more money than me one day and you can pay me back then.”

She laughed at this and it seemed to lighten her mood. She rolled away from me and stretched. I couldn’t help but stare at her, how her shirt pulled tight across her breasts and how every inch of her seemed to exude sex. She noticed my stare and smiled.

“Everything all right?”

“Fine, just sitting here watching you.”

She got off the bed and walked across the room to cut of the lights. The light from the bathroom lit the room very dimly, almost none at all at the far end were her bed was. She came back and sat down beside me.

“You said I could ask all I want of you?”

I gave her a suspicious look and cautiously answered yes.

‘Then I’m asking you to stay here tonight and hold me, cause I don’t want to be alone.”

Part of me leapt at hearig those words. Part of me punched a mental wall, knowing it was wrong of me to want her like I did.

“Okay, I’ll stay. Gonna have to loan me some shorts and a toothbrush though.”

She smiled and walked to her dresser, and pulled out a pair of flannel boxers.

“These do?”

“Fine. You go change then I will. Need to get my boots off and dry them.

She walked into the bathroom after turning on a desk lamp, and shut the door. I pulled off my boots and started drying them. Next I emptied out my pockets and took of my belt, placing all of it on a table out o the way. My mind was racing to stay in control. On one hand I knew I wanted her, wanted to ravage that beautiful body. On the other hand I knew she was a friend, and that she had a 6’2” Airborne ranger boyfriend. The choice was not a clear one.

She walked out of the bathroom wearing a pair of what seems to be silk short pajamas. Not too short but with legs as long as hers, they made your mind wander.

“Your turn.”

I stepped to the bathroom and changed into the boxers. They were the kind with a button in the fly thankfully. Otherwise my cock would be introducing me all the rest of the night. I brushed my teeth with a spare toothbrush to get the beer taste out of my mouth and walked back into the room. I saw Bekha laying there, staring at me. I cut off the lights, plunging us into darkness and walked to the bed.

“Which side you want me on?”

‘I’m on my side. You sleep here.”

“Fine with me.”

I climbed in to bed, pulled the covers up and slid my arms around her. She cuddled up close to me, and sighed with what sounded like great relief. I fought in my mind to keep my cock from becoming a flagpole. Luckily the alcohol was still helping so I pulled her close and tried to drift off to sleep. I lay there for what seemed like 15 or 20 minutes, not moving, fairly comfortable. Bekha scooted around a little, adjusting to someone else being in bed with her. Finally she pushed my arm off and rolled over to face me. She snuggled up against my chest and finally seemed content. I lay there, somewhat dazed, but very content.

We lay there, both drifting off to sleep. I rubbed her back a bit, a nervous habit I have, and she relaxed more. Every few minute, one of us would shift a little and I realized that our bodies were pulling closer together, our faces coming closer to touching. The heat from our bodies was growing more intense and I felt myself start to get erect. Just pretend you’re asleep and she won’t mind, I told myself.

As I lay there holding her tight, I grappled mentally with the situation. Then I realized I was worrying about nothing. I had little to loose here. She asked me to stay and she didn’t want to loose Dave I knew. So I relaxed, and I decide, if it is meant for us to make love, then it will happen.

It was if this sudden realization flipped a switch. Bekha scooted up higher on the bed and was suddenly face to face with me. I ran my fingers through her hair, pulled her closer and our lips touched. It was if fireworks exploded then. It was soft and searching for a second only. Then hungrily our mouths came together, our tongues dueling with each other. If any doubts had remained in my mind about how to handle this, they were gone now.

Bekha rolled over on top of me, her lips and tongue seeming to try to devour me. My hands ran down her back and gripped her firm ass. She moaned softly at my touch. We kissed like two people who had been starved for physical contact for a year might kiss. I rolled her back onto her side and slid my hands under her pajama top, my fingers sliding over her nipples, feeling them harden at my touch. Bekha moaned even more at this. She suddenly sat up and jerked the pajama top off. She then fell on top of me again, pushing her breasts into my face.

“Suck my nipples, please. God I need you to suck them.”

As you wish, I thought. My mouth closed on her left nipple and I sucked hungrily on it while flicking it with my tongue. Her head arched back and a long soft moan issued from her lips. The more I sucked and licked, the louder her cries got. It seemed that every little touch sent shock waves through her.

Bekha sat up and looked down at me. In the dark, I could barely see her face, and couldn’t tell what she intended to do next. Then she leaned down and kissed me softly on the mouth, her lips dragging down my chin, down my neck, kissing my chest, biting at my nipples and then kissing her way down my stomach. She stopped at the boxers, and I felt her grab the waistband with her teeth and begin to drag them off of me. I raised my hips to assist her, and my cock was suddenly free, hard and throbbing in front of her. She moaned approvingly of my manhood and I felt her tongue begin to slide up the shaft. Bekha then took the head in her mouth and sucked hard, her tongue swirling. Now it was my turn to moan, the feeling being so good, I couldn’t begin to describe it. She slowly took my length in to her mouth until I felt her lips touch the bas, her nose pressing into my abdomen. She slid back up and released me with a slurping pop.

“Now how long have you fantasized about me doing that to you?” she asked with a devilish chuckle.

“I’d say longer than you’ve fantasized about doing it to me.”

She laughed at me reply and returned to giving me a truly fantastic blowjob. Bekha sucked and stroked my cock, ran her tongue down the shaft to lick my balls. She took them into her mouth and gently sucked them, and licked that ultra-sensitive spot right under my scrotum, the one that she knew I’d have. After a heavenly few minutes she stopped and slid back up beside me.

“So now what?’

“So now I pay you back the favor”. And with that I rolled her to her back and began kissing my way down her firm body. I paused to worship her breasts. 36D with big, coral colored nipples, breasts just made to be sucked on. My journey ended with me lying between her thighs, her trimmed blonde pussy in my face. I slowly licked around her outer lips, teasing her, wanting her to get so aroused she begged for my tongue. Slowly I slid my tongue up and down her slit, pressing gently against her lips, but not sliding inside her. After a few moments of this, she grabbed my head, and ground her pussy into my face.

“Lick my clit or I’m going to hurt you.”

I couldn’t help but laugh to myself as I complied. I slid my arms under her legs to allow me to use both hands on her pussy, began to spread her open slowly and began to flick at her clit as quickly as she could. Bekha let out a gasp, more a scream and began bucking against me. I held tight to her and begin to lick her like there was no tomorrow. I was possessed of a singular drive and mission. Make her cum and make it big.

I felt her orgasm building, her body starting to shake, the moans and gasps getting louder and louder. Suddenly she grabbed my head with her hands and her thighs squeezed tight around me, almost cutting off my air. As her orgasm m hit, she seemed possessed, her body, shuddering and bucking, me holding tight my tongue never loosing contact with her clit. Suddenly her gasps of passion turned into laughter. Her clit, which had been so sensitive to my touch, was now ticklish as hell.

“God, please stop that. You know I get ticklish after I cum like that.”

I sat up and smiled at her. Why some women get ticklish after an orgasm from oral sex is a mystery I’m going to have to research one day. Can only imagine the fieldwork I’ll have to do.

But that’s another story.

I slid back on top of her and kissed her, my hands roaming to her breasts. She returned my kisses, and then stopped to look em in the eye.

“I want you to make love to me all night. I don’t care about tomorrow or what’s going to happen, I just want you inside me now. “

I reached down to place the head of my throbbing cock against her lips. As my mouth touched hers again, I slowly began to slide my length inside of her. The feeling of her wrapping around me was indescribable. As the base of my cock ground against her body, She wrapped both of those long legs around my back and seemed to try to pull me in deeper, tried to make us as close as humanly possible. I slowly began to pull back and then in again, starting a rhythm. She responded and in a few seconds our bodies were moving together as if this were something we had done a thousand times before.

Her hands roamed over my back, through my hair. As I kissed her neck and sucked on her ear lobes, she responded with more moans and began raking her nails down my back. The sharp sensation of pain mixed with the incredible feeling of sex drove me wild. I began to thrust faster and reached down to grab her ass. I pulled her to me on each thrust, driving my cock deep inside of her.

“God you are so tight, so wet.” “You’re pretty fucking hard too. And so big, God if I’d known you were this well hung, we’d have been doing this a long time ago.” We continued fucking, our bodies beginning to sweat, and the heat from our passion making us want more of it. As I held her ass, I began teasing her asshole with a finger. Her juices were flowing like a river and my finger was soon well lubricated. As I slid the tip of it in, she responded with my raking of nails and bit down on my shoulder

“Yes, slide it in my ass, please.”

I slid my finger into her ass and began to slowly fuck her with it as my cock drove into her. We fucked like this for what seemed like hours, the alcohol still in my system seeming to keep my orgasm at bay. Bekha on the other hand seemed to be unable to stop cumming. Time after time her body quaked with the spasms, her hands clawing at em. She cursed and begged me not to stop. We drove each other on with heated talk, “Fuck me you big dicked bastard Ram that cock in my cunt.” Oh yes you little slut, show me how you like being fucked. Show me what a hot little bitch you are.”

Suddenly I felt that feeling in the root of my cock. I slowed to make it last longer, but Bekha pulled me close and begged me to cum.

“Please cum in me, please do it. I want you to explode in me, please Dan, please.”

For some reason hearing her say my name with such passion with such lust and emotion, was the most erotic and sensual part of the night. Her words sent a shock through me and I felt my orgasm began. I fought to stop the feeling and then rammed into her, my semen shooting into her. Bekha cried out once more, another orgasm set off by my own and we held each other tight, seemingly hanging on for dear life as our bodies trembled in the throes of ecstasy. After many long moments, I pushed myself up to where I could look down at her. A smile was o her face and in the dim light she looked more beautiful than I had ever known her to be. Her eyes opened and we silently looked at each other. “So now what Bek?” “Now…. We get a shower…. And we go to sleep together. “ “Sounds like a plan.” I got off of her and let get up first, following her to the bathroom. We took a hot shower, soaping each other and enjoying the feel of each other’s body in the soap and steam. My back was a mass of scratches and a few minor cuts. The hot water stung, but feeling her body press against me as she washed me took all the pain away. We walked back in to the bedroom and got back in bed, snuggling together and slowly drifting off to sleep. As I drifted off, I heard her say, “Thank you Dan.” “No problem, that’s what friends are for.”

EPILOGUE

We spent that night together as she had said, sleeping till dawn, then making love one last time. And it was the last time. A few weeks after that night she flew out to meet Dave and that weekend he officially proposed. Nine moths late they were married and oddly enough I was an usher. We never told any of our friends about that night and she never told Dave of course. We still talk and both have families and busy lives now. Yet everytime I see her, and everytime I go walking I the rain, I can’t help but think of that night. And I smile.

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*AUTHOR’S NOTE: Hello again, dear readers. This marks the final installment in this series; part 5 of 5. It is, of course, best read from the beginning, but if you’re looking for pure sex, check out part 2 and part 4. As always, I am not representing the MGM group, its parent, affiliate or subsidiaries. I’ve grown rather fond of Jake and Amy, and I’m thinking of continuing their escapades, especially if people would like to see where their adventure goes next. This story contains elements of D/S, light bondage, orgasm denial and overload. If these things aren’t your cup of tea, no hard feelings. Just put the cup down and walk away. Enjoy!*

*Synopsis* Jake and Amy were roommates and friends that decided to go on a bargain trip to Las Vegas to blow off some steam, only for Jake to win a multi-million dollar jackpot. This began a whirlwind of shopping, fine dining, and world-class entertainment, culminating in Jake and Amy hooking up. Although they truly enjoyed each other’s company, they were poisoned against each other by their own insecurity and the words of well-meaning friends. Amy fled Las Vegas, as well as the house they lived in. Jake’s attempts to try and forget about Amy were useless, though enjoyable, and he tasked his now-considerable resources to finding her. As though Fate herself had drawn them together, Jake learned that Amy was in Vegas, where their story had begun…

*****

“I want to make you a deal…”

Amy stopped dancing in the middle of the floor. There was only one person who would say that, one person that knew exactly where to touch her to keep her interest. Gathering her courage, Amy pushed off from her mystery dance partner, whirling around to look at him for the first time.

“Hello, Amy.”

Amy’s voice caught in her throat, tears springing unbidden to her eyes. There, wearing a pensive, cautious expression was Jake. He was dressed impeccably, snug grey slacks with a matching blue shirt, one that reflected in those damnable eyes of his.

Damn him and damn those eyes. God, he looks good. Shaking her head, Amy snapped out of it. Who cared how good he looked? Who cared if she could see the muscles defined in his arms as he pulled away from her embrace? Who cared if those blazing blue eyes were boring straight into her soul? Tears starting to slide down her cheek, Amy took a tentative step forward.

Jake remained motionless, his face remaining a cautious mask even as his heart threatened to jump out of his chest. He knew in that moment that he had been the world’s biggest fool to ever let this magnificent woman, this goddess out of his grasp.

Amy took another step forward, then another. Her pulse thudded thick and heavy in her throat as she reached out, fingers brushing Jake’s hip in a manner reminiscent of their first encounter as lovers. She could feel him tense, his body warm to the touch. She stared up, for just a moment, into those gleaming sapphire eyes, so bright and full of an emotion she couldn’t quite identify.

Then she punched Jake as hard as she could, connecting solidly with his jaw.

Jake was caught totally off guard and stumbled back, falling hard and landing painfully on his side. Several onlookers immediately crowded around him, making sure he was okay. Jake hastily waved them off and stood, but it was too late. In the commotion, Amy had slipped away once again.

Jake was beside himself as he rushed out of the club. She had been right there. So close, so goddamn close! Angrily, he slammed the door on his limo, dialing Sarah.

“How are you this evening, Jake?”

“I’ll tell you what, Sarah; I’ve been a whole hell of a better. I need you to do me a favor.”

“What can I do for you?”

“I need you to talk to your friends in the other Strip casinos. Find out if anyone remembers seeing her.”

“I’m sorry, who do you mean, Jake?”

“Amy! Amy, the woman from my first trip with you.”

“I’ll see what I can do, Jake, but Vegas is a big place. It’s an awful long shot that someone I know has seen her.”

Jake sighed, head cradled in one hand as he squeezed the phone tightly.

“Just…just try. Please? It’s important to me, Sarah. Beyond important.”

“I’ll do my best, Jake.”

Hanging up dissatisfied, Jake looked out the window at the massive towers of the Strip hotels. There were thousands of rooms, hundreds of bars and clubs. To find one person in all of that…

Then Jake remembered the trump card in his jacket pocket. Pulling out his Vertu, he pressed the small ruby on the side of the phone that connected him directly to Celine.

“What can I do for you this evening, Mr. Williams?”

“Celine, I need you to call every person you know in Las Vegas. Get every private investigator you had tasked down here now. “

“I can certainly do that, Mr. Williams, but the cost will be significa-“

Jake cut her off dismissively. “I don’t care what it costs, Celine. Just make it happen.”

He drained gaziantep escort a glass of champagne as the limo rolled up to the private entrance at Aria.

“I need to find her.”

—

Amy had panicked after she hit Jake, rushing out of Hyde before realizing that her credit card was still at the bar, along with Ashley and Nicole. Thankfully, she still had her purse, and texted them both that she wasn’t feeling well. She asked if they could get her card and meet her back at the hotel once they were done. Fortunately, their room key had been in Amy’s purse, as well. The girls agreed and Amy walked dejectedly back to Excalibur, mind ablaze.

Did it mean anything that we ran into each other again? Or that I kept dancing with him longer than anyone else? Or that I…

A million thoughts flew through her head. Amy was past the point of confusion. Jake had said vile things to her, horrible things. But despite that, Amy knew that she had loved every minute she had spent with Jake. She stopped dead in her tracks as something dawned on her, a stunning epiphany that may have come minutes too late. Amy had loved every minute she had spent with Jake. That was the thought that had gone through her head a moment ago. Amy sobbed, tears streaming down her face as the truth became more obvious than the sunrise.

Every minute.

—

Ashley and Nicole had their fun at Hyde, dancing the night away with random men, plying free drinks where they could, ending their evening giddy and drunk. Clutching each other for support, they ran into a man outside the club that was asking people about a woman in a photo. Looking at it, Nicole brazenly slurred that “That’s my friend”. Ashley just grinned dreamily at the attractive, yet nondescript man talking to them.

The man asked where they were staying, and Nicole drunkenly told him. The polite man offered them a ride in a towncar, citing the high cost of cabs. Too inebriated to question their fortune, the girls slid into the back as the man closed the door and pulled out a cell phone.

“Celine? Tell your client I found her.”

—

Sarah, despite her best efforts and extensive network of friends and business contacts, had no leads for Jake’s fervent quest. She knocked tentatively on the door to Jake’s villa, and heard his booming voice bid her to enter. Jake was standing at the windows, the panoramic views of the glittering city below nothing but a distraction. As Sarah entered, Jake turned to the bar and poured himself a drink, the scotch pouring from the bottle in a rich amber color. He had just put the drink to his lips when Sarah addressed him.

“Jake…Jake, I’m sorry, but no one I’ve called can tell me anything. Either she’s not staying in one of the MGM hotels, or she’s just flying below the radar of the concierge staff.”

Jake slammed the glass to the counter, shattering it and sending shards of crystal spinning across the floor.

“Of course she’s ‘under the radar,’ Sarah! She’s not here spending millions of dollars, she’s probably in a budget room just like we-” He trailed off.

Just like we had originally planned before I went and fucked it all up, Jake finished in his head. As he continued, his tone softened and his broad shoulders slumped.

“I’m sorry, Sarah. None of this is your fault. It’s actually almost entirely my fault. I shouldn’t be taking this out on you, but this whole…thing; this whole travesty of a soap opera has me on edge.”

Sarah, who had shrank back at Jake’s violent outburst, came forward now, reaching up to pat him awkwardly on the shoulder.

“Jake, it’s okay. You’ll catch a break soon.”

He snorted derisively. “Hate to say it, Sarah, but I think I used up all my good luck the first time I came here. Let’s face it. You’re one of the most connected people in Las Vegas, and even with your help I can’t imagine I’ll get any kind of result this quickly.”

As if to prove him wrong, his phone rang.

“It’s Jake.”

“Mr. Williams? It’s Celine. One of our associates believes they have located your friend.”

Jake’s heart lurched.

“So soon? Is he sure?”

“Our private investigator canvassed the outside of the club you were at tonight, hoping your friend might have come in a group. It seems as though her and two female friends are staying in a room at the Excalibur.”

Jake’s body flooded with adrenaline, hands trembling as he called for a car, nearly knocking Sarah over as he practically ran out of the villa.

—

The knocking on her door jolted Amy out of a tipsy doze. Realizing that Ashley and Nicole must be back, she threw on a robe and opened the door without bothering to check.

“Please don’t hit me again.” Amy looked on in confused shock. Improbably, impossibly, Jake was standing before her again. This time, he was backed up almost to the far side of the hallway, though whether he wanted to seem unthreatening, or was actually afraid, Amy didn’t know.

“You deserved it, Jake.”

He winced. “Yeah, yeah I did. If you really want, I deserve more than one. But honestly, I’d rather just talk to you for a few minutes. Can I come in?”

Amy bit her lip as though deciding, then nodded. She quickly backed away from the entrance and retreated to the far side of the room. Jake closed the door and sat by the side of the bed, the silence in the dark room stretching out for minutes on end. Finally, Jake broke it.

“I should never have said those things to you, Amy. Never. I can’t believe that I thought about you like that for even a second. I was just so afraid the entire weekend. I was afraid that the whole thing was a dream that was going to come crashing down around my head if I breathed wrong, and that fear caused it to happen.”

Jake paused, steeling himself with a deep breath. “If you’re really done with me, I understand. I said some things that can’t really be unsaid. I’ll walk out this door and be out of your life forever. But I had to explain myself. I had to talk to you, to see you one more time. I owe you goodbye.”

The silence stretched on again as Jake’s last words fell, heavy in their finality.

Five minutes passed. Then ten. Amy remained silent. As Jake stood to leave. He turned, and each measured step he took towards the door made his heart sink further. By the time his hand was on the handle to leave, each step away from her felt like physical pain in his chest. Refusing to break down, Jake turned the handle and opened the door.

“Stop.”

Jake froze. Had he heard that? Had it been real?

“Jake, stop.”

He pushed the door shut but kept his hand on the handle, head hung low. Amy turned on a lamp, casting a feeble light into the room.

“Jake, that weekend…that weekend was a fairytale. It was so much fun, and you were so different, that by the end I was really scared of losing my independence. The things we did in bed…that was new for me. It really had we weirded out that I liked being dominated like that. Then you kept talking about the deal we made, and it made me think I was just some doll for you to dress up and play with. I freaked out, and I said some pretty bad things, too.”

Jake winced, the memory scarred into his mind. I wasn’t really attracted to you before we came here, and I don’t know if I will be once we leave.

“It’s okay, Amy. You were just being honest with me.”

“No, I wasn’t.”

Jake’s head lifted as he heard Amy get off the chair. He turned around.

“What do you mean?”

Amy had stopped in the middle of the room, and Jake’s need carried him the short distance to meet her. He could see by the weak light of the lamp that tears had filled her luminous, chocolate-honey eyes.

“I wasn’t being honest with you, Jake. I wasn’t even being honest with myself. I don’t think I really understood until I was walking home tonight. My mind was racing; I was going over what happened in Hyde, then it hit me.”

“What?” Jake whispered. He was sure his heartbeat was audible, loud as it was.

Amy blushed, her small hand trailing up Jake’s arm, deftly skipping over where she had struck him. Her gentle fingers came to rest on his jaw, with her thumb on his cheek and her fingers stroking behind his ear.

“The thought that kept going through my mind was that I loved every minute I had spent with you. Not just when we were in Vegas. When we were cuddling. When we were drinking and watching bad movies. When I kicked your ass at Mario Kart.” Amy used her hand to tilt Jake so she could look into his eyes for his reaction.

“Every minute, Jake.”

Then Amy was pulling his head down, and Jake let her, their lips meeting for the first time in weeks. The world dropped away in silence as they kissed, Amy throwing her hands around Jake’s shoulders even as Jake encircled Amy’s waist. Every emotion, every worry, every ounce of fear and pain and doubt gathered over the past weeks evaporated like mist.

Jake kissed Amy as though she held the last breath on Earth in her lungs, not bothering to press for more, not needing to. Everything he needed he had in his arms. Amy pushed him back gently, the bed taking his knees out and making them both fall. Her hands trailed seductively around Jake’s face, paying special attention behind his ears and along his jaw. Jake gasped into her, his own hands already fumbling with the sash of her robe. As Amy’s hands began to work the buttons on Jake’s shirt, her lips began tracing their way along his jawline. That was the moment that Jake finally undid the sash, sliding his hands around Amy’s waist, leaving lines of pleasure bursting through her skin.

Then she had flung the robe across the room, Jake’s shirt following close behind as Amy triumphantly removed the last button. Hungrily, she kissed her way from Jake’s full lips down to his neck, sucking and nibbling a trail of sensation down his skin. She kissed her way to his collarbone and bit down sharply, causing Jake to hiss in pleasure and pain simultaneously. Amy continued her tantalizing path down, biting each of Jake’s nipples, crisscrossing his body with feather light kisses and teasing nibbles, taking her time with her skillful lips as her hands made quick work of Jake’s belt and pants. Amy left Jake for the few precious moments it took to toss the tailored slacks aside, and then she was straddling him again.

Since their initial encounter, Jake and Amy had been intimate in a number of ways, from their frenzied first time to the stern dominance Jake had introduced Amy to. This was different. There was no rush, no need for control, no curiosity for submission, no desire to prove anything. This time there were no trappings of splendor, no expensive champagne or decadent food to sway the mind and senses. It was the way things should have been the first time. The two of them together in a cheap, bargain buy Vegas hotel.

Amy had waited long enough, the tension and desire between the two replacing any need for foreplay. She took Jake into her mouth, loving the way she could feel him swell as her lips sank over his sizable dick. She took her time, whipping her tongue quickly around the thick, turgid head, then ever so slowly sinking her mouth deeper. Jake could only let out an inarticulate cry, throwing his head back as the pleasure of both their reunion and Amy’s breathtaking lips mingling in his mind and body to an intoxicating degree. Amy was nowhere near finished though. Now that Jake was hard, she had something else in mind.

Amy gave one final languid lick before clambering up to meet Jake’s burning blue eyes. It took her only a moment of adjusting before she sank back, mouth forced open in a gasp as Amy felt herself stretch. She leaned down to kiss Jake fervently, slowly working her body onto him. It had been weeks since she’d been with him, and although Amy had tried to use other lovers as a replacement, she had yet to meet anyone who could fill her so pleasurably and completely as Jake.

As she settled down, fully impaled, Amy wasted no time, gyrating her hips, swinging them in a smooth, slow circle. The motion drew small sounds out of Jake, visually mesmerized by the seductive sway of her body. Amy placed her hands on Jake’s chest to get more leverage and then began to circle faster, occasionally rising up only to fill herself to the brim with his dick once more. The unpredictable pattern had Jake grasping at whatever he could reach. Taking pity, Amy took Jake’s hands in her own, hips swinging the entire time, and placed them firmly on the magnificent globes of her ass. Jake moaned as he felt his hands come into contact with the treasures once again, and wasted no time reacquainting himself. He kneaded her ass forcefully, encouraging Amy to ride him harder, her hips undulating in waves as she rocked back and forth in ecstasy.

Amy’s rhythm began to lose its elegance as she became caught up in the pleasure, the wicked fullness taking her right to the edge, the weight of her orgasm curling up inside her as though it were a living thing. Jake reared up, hands still tight on her ass, his sensuous lips latching on to Amy’s nipple and pulling hard. This last bit of stimulation was all Amy needed, and her orgasm hit her hard, pleasure surging through her body as she unconsciously rocked her hips faster and faster until they were a blur. Her release was far too much for Jake, the cacophony of sight, sound and touch overloading his senses. As Amy’s warm, wet pussy clamped down, it triggered his own orgasm, pulsing as jets of cum exploded out of him, causing Amy to shriek in both surprise and joy. She managed a few more spasmodic bounces, trying to prolong her pleasure, before falling to the bed next to Jake.

They stayed like that for some time, satisfied to be in each other’s company again. Amy wiggled her way under Jake’s arm, feeling safe and protected as she curled against him. Jake was content just to be near her; the dark cloud of his mood lifted merely by her presence. He was idly tracing circles on her hip when Amy found the wherewithal to speak.

“What now, Jake?”

It was a good question. Jake had been so focused, so completely consumed with finding Amy, that he hadn’t really given great thought to what would happen after he did. Their reunion had been much the same as their entire sexual relationship: passionate and intense, with no regard for what came after. But now they were in the same place they had been weeks ago, their insecurities a wall that neither could seem to completely overcome. Jake tried for playful.

“Well, there’s a good show at the Wynn tonight, or we could always sate your inner fat kid and go…to…” Jake trailed off as he saw Amy’s normally angelic visage contort into a scowl.

“Jake, that’s where we were weeks ago. We still can’t stay in Vegas forever. We still have to live a real life at some point!”

“I get it, Amy. I mean it this time. We don’t have to stay here. We don’t need to go gallivanting around the world. Hell, if you want me to, I’ll go bet $30 million on double zero at the roulette table, lose, and be penniless again. I don’t care about the money.”

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Next morning, I kissed Davy goodbye when the taxi came to take him to the airport. He’d been hired to play on an album on the west coast. When we’d made love one last time very early, I’d told him Claudio was coming over day after tomorrow and that I’d make his damn movie for him.

I had a bit less trouble focusing at the rehearsal that morning. Desperation for a musician is having the conductor’s notice – for the wrong reason. Somehow I stuffed what I was going to be doing in twelve hours into a small mental box, locked it, and threw away the key – at least doing the rehearsal. To aid me, I never once looked at Claudio and stayed well away from him during our break, staying in a cubicle in the women’s washroom.

As I was leaving the building just after noon, Claudio caught up to me.

“Is everything all right? Are we still on for Wednesday?”

I shrugged. “I guess so.”

“May I take you to dinner beforehand?”

I thought for a moment. “No. I’ll be too nervous. Why don’t I throw together a bit of munchies for before?”

“Great idea. And I’ll bring the Champagne. When one is about to make love to a beautiful creature like you, one should always ply her with Champagne.”

“Don’t tease me, Claudio, please. I’m nervous enough as it is.”

“See you at seven, then?”

“Yes,” I said as we separated at the entrance to the subway. As I went down the steps with my cello, I mumbled to myself, “I can’t believe I’m doing this.”

-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-

What does one wear when her lover is coming over for a tryst? Every other time I’d been with someone in a situation like this (John, that guy in university who took my virginity, Davy, Claudio), I’d just been wearing what I was wearing and when things started happening, I removed my clothes – or they did it for me.

Tonight was no seduction. It was harshly premeditated – so I was dithering as to what to wear. Should I meet Claudio at the door in something slithery? Davy had bought me all kinds of “seductive clothing”. Or should I wear my normal, everyday clothes? No, too hard to get off. Or should I just be naked when I open the door? Somehow I couldn’t wrap my brain around being that blatant.

In the end, I decided to wear this lovely sort of sari-like dress Davy had bought me while we were on vacation a year earlier. It went down to my ankles, was very simple, just elbow-length sleeves, no waist, comfortable, and the the greens of the fabric really worked well with my skin and hair. Davy said that seeing me in it always gave him a stiffy. I think it was because my nipples really showed if I didn’t wear a bra. That night, I did leave off the bra, but had some lovely French panties on – another favourite of my husband’s.

When I opened the door to Claudio’s ring at seven sharp, I might as well have had nothing on the way he looked me over.

He was dressed in chinos and a nice light blue shirt, open at the neck. We’d both grown up since that summer, no longer kids. He looked to me like a male in his sexual prime, fit, handsome and very desirable. I could feel myself moistening. This might be a lot easier than I thought.

“God! I haven’t been able to get you out of my mind the past two days, Jill.” He shook his head. “You look absolutely divine.”

I walked forward and we kissed, not chastely, but not like two people who were going to fuck each other’s brains out, either. It felt natural and very familiar, and my heart-rate dropped a bit.

“I’ve got some wine and cheese and crackers,” I said.

He held up a one of those wine gift bags. “And I’ve brought the Champagne.”

“I’ll be right back,” I said as he hung up his jacket on one of the pegs by the door. “Make yourself comfortable.”

My hand was hardly shaking as I put down the food and Champagne flutes, sitting next to Claudio on the sofa. Across the room, I’d already set up the camera as Davy had directed. He wanted his movie to start in the living room and move into our bedroom later. All I had to do was turn it on.

We made small talk through the first glass of really excellent bubbly. The alcohol buzzed into my brain and further calmed me down. Claudio poured a second glass.

“Claudio, there’s something I want to say to you before we take this any further.”

“What’s that, Jill?”

“You know why I invited you here tonight. Well, it comes with a caveat.”

“Caveat?”

“Yes. I want you to know that I’m not doing this to cheat on my husband. I did that once with you and I will not do it again. He’s going to know every move I make. If he has any problem, I will stop and that will be it. Period.”

Claudio nodded.

“And another thing, I’m not doing this as a power trip over my husband. Ours is not one of those sub/dom relationships you hear about. At all times you are to be respectful to my husband – whether he’s present or not. Yes, you do have a bigger cock than he does. Yes, you do give me marvelous, toe-curling orgasms. We both know that. He won’t get off on you questioning his manhood or saying that you’re so much better than he is. If you are ever less than gaziantep escort respectful to David, that is it. We’re done and I will never so much as look at you again. Do you agree to that? If you’ve got a problem with those rules, then tell me now.”

“Why is your husband willing to let me be with you again, then?”

“Because he knows I love a big cock, specifically yours. He likes the idea of me enjoying myself and he knows he doesn’t own me. I’m not his property, same as he is not mine. There isn’t a power struggle going on here. He’s willing to give me space to enjoy love in all its forms. And that includes you. You know how much I enjoy everything you bring when we go to bed. But I am David’s wife. I know how lucky I am to get this chance, especially since I did cheat on him with you. Do you get everything I’ve just told you?”

Claudio leaned forward and kissed the tip of my nose lightly. “I love watching your face when you’re being really sincere, Jill. I would agree to nearly anything in order to make love to you again. I will do whatever you say.” He smiled. “Now that we’re on the same page, can we move on to more… enjoyable things?”

Showtime. I downed almost the entire glass, then took a deep breath, crossed the room, and turned on the camera. One memory card would film for an hour and a half. Davy had left three. I could feel Claudio’s eyes burning into me as I crossed back to the sofa and leaned back.

“You are such a beautiful woman, Jill. The man who has your heart is a very lucky man indeed.”

I snorted. “You’re only saying that because you want to get into my pants.”

“No. I mean it. I have never seen a woman more beautiful and sexy than you.”

“That’s very flattering, but I stand by my original statement.”

“May I kiss you?”

“Certainly. I’d like that very much.”

Claudio put his glass down and leaned toward me. Our lips met and that spark of electricity that had been there the first time we kissed ran through me again, making me shiver.

“Cold?”

“No.”

“Horny?”

“Yes. Very.”

We made out like two teenagers for a good ten minutes. Eventually our hands got involved, mine rubbing Claudio’s erection through his pants and his hands pulling and twisting my nipples, making them ache pleasantly.

He pushed me over and lay on top of me, dry-humping as we made out. I opened my legs as he buried his head in my neck, kissing and sucking. Now I was on fire and the thought of the camera recording everything suddenly didn’t bother me. I wanted Claudio – badly.

“Get off me,” I told him.

His kissing stopped. “What?”

“Get off me. Stand up and let me undress you.”

“Why didn’t you say so?”

Without making it obvious, I got Claudio into position, partially turned toward the camera. Davy was soon going to see exactly what was going to be inside me very shortly. Without rushing, I got Claudio’s clothes off in a hurry. By the time I got to his briefs, his cock was maybe halfway erect, flat against his stomach and peeking out the top.

Now it was time for the big reveal. The size of his cock, though I knew it pretty intimately, sort of took me aback. My memory had dimmed a bit about just how fat and long it was. Now it was right in front of my face again and the sight of it got my heart racing and my juices flowing freely.

“Don’t move,” I said with Claudio standing there in all his naked glory. His cock was now almost at full swell.

Retrieving my bottle of lube-her-cunt from next to the sofa, I squirted a good bit on my hands. As always, Claudio’s groin was shaved, making his erection look even larger and more imposing (I’d discovered his dodge from sneaking looks at porn on the Internet). Using both hands, I got his cock and balls slippery and shiny, working him up and down, squeezing, pulling to the point where Claudio’s arousal was turning everything red and pulsing with every heartbeat. My crotch was now throbbing, too.

I got to my feet. “Lift this off,” I told Claudio and held my arms up.

He grabbed my shift at the shoulders and pulled it off me smoothly. I bent over, taking off my panties and melted into him, pulling down his cock so I could slide it between my legs as we embraced.

We kissed some more as I humped the length of Claudio’s magnificent erection, my nether lips sliding along it easily.

I bent again and grabbed a cloth I’d also put beside the sofa. It was the work of a moment to wipe off his cock. I knew I would be wet enough for the both of us.

Laying back on the sofa, I threw one leg over the back and rested the other on the floor, just as I had in my dream.

Spreading my pussy open, I looked up at Claudio standing next to me. “I want you inside me – right now. Fuck me, Claudio. It’s been too long.”

He looked a bit startled, probably because I was being so blatant, but at that moment I really did want him quite badly.

Once he was on top of me, we kissed a bit more and I made sure the passion showed in the way I was responding. Then it was time.

I pulled back my legs way back and got Claudio to put his hands on the sofa’s arm above my head so there was a space between our bodies. I wanted Davy to see everything, leaving no doubt that Claudio’s cock was entering his wife’s pussy. I’d already asked Claudio earlier that day about STDs and he assured me I would be safe if I took him bareback. (Somehow that hadn’t entered my mind when we’d first spent that week fucking our brains out.)

I lined him up with one hand and he pushed forward. I made sure to remain tight so he’d have to push a bit before it would pop in. This was part of the show for Davy. When the pressure was hard, I loosened my pussy muscles and allowed Claudio to sink halfway in.

“Slowly, slowly,” I sighed. “I’m not used to you anymore.”

It only took him a good half-dozen thrusts for me to fully “encunt” Claudio’s cock. He rested more on my body and I brought my legs lower. We kissed passionately then I let him take over and do whatever he wanted.

“Oh Jesus, Claudio, don’t stop! You’re going to make me cum.”

“Cum all over my cock, sweet Jill. Show me how much you love it.”

I grabbed his hips, pulling him into my clutching pussy. I was moaning and swearing, lost in my rising passion.

“Claudio! Claudio! Oh sweet Jesus, you feel so incredible. I’m going to cum. All over your fucking amazing cock. Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!”

With that, I just spun out like I hadn’t since the last fuck we’d enjoyed. I was aware of him with his arms wrapped around me, or bodies joined tightly as I writhed underneath him. Though he slowed as my orgasm ebbed, he never stopped thrusting his magnificent tool into me. Even as I returned to my senses, I could feel my arousal rising again.

I’d forgotten how good Claudio’s staying power was. Partially, it was that we changed positions relatively frequently (I also knew his trick now), but he could last long enough for me to orgasm in every one of them at least once. He flat out was driving me insane with lust.

By this point, I was no longer aware of the camera, completely swept away by my lust, but I knew Davy would be getting the show he wanted – at least, I hoped it would be what he wanted after he’d seen it once.

Eventually, we moved into the bedroom, where I only had a sheet on the bed. Again the camera went where Davy had directed, and after I’d turned it on, it was again forgotten.

This time the sex was more complete. I let Claudio eat me (as if that took any coaxing) and I did my best with a blowjob. That was mostly to get him super hard again, after which we fucked for a good half hour. The one time I did play to the camera was when I rode my stud backwards so my open pussy was facing the camera. Davy would really have a good view of Claudio’s massive cock thundering into me. We both came nearly simultaneously.

Afterwards, I lay back on Claudio as his softening cock flopped out, along with a flood of semen which the camera would also see. I looked directly at the camera then and mouthed, “I love you.”

It felt rather weird, considering what I’d just done, but I really did love Davy then for allowing me to indulge every erotic idea in my imagination. And now I had enjoyed it even more because he’d not only given me permission, he’d encouraged me to do it.

Getting off Claudio with my hands cupped to my genitals, I padded over to the camera and shut it off.

Before he left that night, we took a shower together. No camera, but we kissed a lot and I used the soap to jerk him off. My pussy was far too sore for any more action.

At the door, with me still naked, Claudio kissed me goodnight, telling me for about the tenth time how much he’d enjoyed being with me again.

“Can we do this some more before your husband returns?”

“We’ll see.”

He smiled. “I’d be happy to be your porn star anytime you say.”

“We’ll talk at rehearsal, okay?” I kissed both his cheeks. “Thank you for a lovely evening.” I grabbed his cock. “I’d forgotten how nice this thing feels inside of me.”

“You can have it anytime you want, sweet, sweet Jill.”

After closing the door, I leaned against it for a long time.

I hoped I’d done the right thing.

Two and a half hours later, after watching the entire evening’s videos, I packaged them the way Davy had shown me and uploaded them for him to find on his cloud site next time he checked in. Even though I was dead on my feet, I went to bed, spread my legs and used my fingers to diddle myself to one last gentle orgasm before drifting off to a dreamless sleep.

-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-

“I got the videos,” Davy told me the next morning. His voice sounded strained and my heart was suddenly in my throat.

“And?”

“I was on tenterhooks all day yesterday, wondering what was going on back home. Last night at the studio, I could hardly concentrate.”

“Is everything…okay, David? Are you all right with what happened?”

I don’t know if he even heard my question. He just went on, obviously under the influence of some very strong emotions.

“I had no idea it would be like that. In one way I felt sick to my stomach watching you with him.”

“Davy, love, I was playing to the camera for you, your very own porn star.”

“At the same time, I was so turned on, I could barely stand it. My heart was going a mile-a-minute when you took his cock and then pulled him into you. It was the raw passion of it. And my God, his cock is gigantic. How did you get that all into your little pussy? Yet you took it and I knew how much you were getting off on it. You fucked him as much as he fucked you. I came without even touching my cock!”

“But are you okay, David? That’s all I really care about. Say the word, and I will never so much as look at Claudio again!”

“You’re not going to leave me for him?”

“Good heavens, no! With Claudio it’s just sex. Very good sex, it’s true, but what you and I have together transcends that. I could never live with Claudio. It would all go wrong very quickly. He drives me nuts with lust, but it just doesn’t work the way it works with you, my love.”

We talked about everything for quite some time, and I felt reassured by the end that Davy was indeed okay with what we’d allowed to happen. Actually, he was as enthusiastic as ever.

“Are you going to see him again before I get home?”

I got the feeling he might like me to play him a bit. “Maybe.”

“As long as you give me all the juicy details. Or you could send more videos.”

“We’ll see. I’m pretty sore today. My pussy took quite a pounding last night.”

“Christ! You’re giving me a hard-on, talking like that. Jill…”

“Yes, love?”

“Do you think I could be part of it when I get home? Do you think you could handle two stiff cocks?”

“I don’t know. It would be a bit weird, having my husband and my lover in the same bed…”

“But you could do it, couldn’t you?”

“I’d have to also talk it over with Claudio. I’m not sure how he’d feel.”

My husband laughed. “If I know anything about males and their response to being able to fuck a gorgeous woman like you, he’ll do anything you ask. It’s not as if you’re chasing him around. He has no power in this equation.”

“You may be right…”

“I know I’m right. Ask him. You’ll see.”

I looked over at the clock. Time to get moving. I had a lot of practising to do before rehearsal in the afternoon.

“I gotta go,” I said.

“Me, too.”

“I love you so much, even if I did just fuck another man.”

“You are so gorgeous with that massive cock inside you. I especially loved that last scene. Maybe when I’m back I could film a session with the two of you.”

“We’ll see.”

“Be good – but not necessarily too good.”

“I’ll do my best.”

Talking about the video had got me a bit worked up, so I padded to the computer, fired it up and turned on the first clip.

My God, it was hot! Seeing myself in the act of extreme sex really turned me on no end. The way Claudio put everything into his thrusts, the way his beautiful butt clenched as he drove his cock home soon caused me to put my heels against the edge of the computer table, flop my legs open, and get my fingers busy. With two of them circling my clit, and three fingers of my other hand buried in my pussy, I soon gave myself a very nice cum.

In the middle of my practice session, my need caused me to return to the computer and watch a segment from the second session in the bedroom. I found myself becoming addicted to watching Claudio and me, and I began to understand what my husband found so attractive about watching me. It was very obvious how much I enjoyed fucking Claudio.

The idea of having Claudio and Davy together began to grow on me.

-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-

I lasted six days before my itch got too much to bear. This time, Claudio took me to his apartment after rehearsal. The door had barely shut behind us before we were pulling off each other’s clothes.

Once we were naked, Claudio lifted me up, pushed my back against the wall, still kissing me fiercely. His cock was trapped between us. Once I was nice and juicy, he pulled back a bit, I grabbed his cock and held it in the right spot while he pushed forward. The damn thing went in one long push, making my eyes cross in the process.

“Your pussy was made for this cock,” he whispered into my ear. “You have no idea how good you feel.”

“How about now?” I asked impishly as I rippled my inner muscles, a trick I’d learned since we’d last been together.

Claudio groaned in answer.

I began flexing my pussy differently. “And now?”

“It feels like you’re sucking me, you minx!”

“Turn us around.”

Now Claudio’s back was against the door. He quickly saw where this was going. With him cradling my rear end, and my arms around his neck, I could put my feet against the wall on either side of the door jamb and use my legs to push myself up and down. I’d seen this on a video and imagined it might feel pretty good, but stuffed to the gills with Claudio’s massive cock, it was earth-shattering. He felt incredibly huge, and that turned up end and large mushroom head were rubbing me just the right way. I plastered my mouth to his and sucked on his tongue as I drove his cock home again and again and again.

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