Chapter 3 – Gracie’s Renaissance

The Thanksgiving holiday is upon us, and I’ve been so busy with school and other interests that I hardly noticed the time go by. I called Mom to tell her that my friend, Dianne, would be bringing me home late Wednesday night, but she didn’t have to wait up for us. I knew she would anyway. Dianne’s parents lived about 45 minutes up the Interstate from me, so the ride was no imposition at all. Frankly, I think she would have driven me home had it been 2 hours out of the way. The three of us had become very close. Leslie had to go meet her father in Paris, France of all places. He worked for the government, and spent most of his time abroad. Leslie’s mother had run off with her hair dresser about two years ago, but we didn’t talk about it much.

Dianne and I arrived at Mom’s house late Wednesday night. She didn’t bother to come in and meet Mom because of the hour, but I made her promise she would arrange to come back by early enough to meet my mom and visit awhile before we returned to school.

She was standing in the doorway when I walked up to the house. She was waving to the perfect stranger that had just delivered me home. I think Dianne was waving back. What the Hell, I waved too.

Once inside there was a lot of mother/daughter hugging and kissing and both talking at once, but that’s the way homecomings are supposed to be, isn’t it? We set side by side on the sofa, and babbled about this and that. Mom couldn’t get over how well and happy I seemed to be. College was better for me than she had anticipated.

“You won’t believe how much I have learned in such a short time, Mom. And, I’ve met some wonderful people. One of them brought me home tonight.”

“Shame on you, Allison,” she scolded. “You should have asked her in to visit.” She pretended to be pouting.

“Mom, it’s a little after nine o’clock now. It will be 11:00 o’clock by the time Dianne gets home. She’s coming back early Saturday so we can visit. You are going to love this girl. I do,” I added honestly.

“Are you tired?” Mom asked. “I would love to have one of those massages you usually give me when we do our hot tub thing. It’s okay if you’re too tired.”

“Mom,” I said lovingly, “I would love to play with your body for a while. I’m even going to show you some new tricks I’ve learned at school. How does that sound?”

“Great, I think,” she replied with a puzzled look on her face. “I’ll turn on the hot tub. Fifteen minutes tops.” She returned in a few minutes with a couple of tall mixed drinks. I had learned long ago not to ask what was in them, but they were refreshing and relaxing. That’s all that mattered.

She settled down on the sofa and sipped at her drink. Then she giggled.

“What?” I asked.

“When I went to the same school you are attending now, we girls used to sit around after a rousing time at the tennis courts or on the volley ball court and talk foolishly. One of our favorite expressions was ‘ah, an iced cold toddy, bursa escort a cigarette, and a good be of ass – what else could a body ask for?'” She blushed when she realized what she had said. “Oh, I’m sorry, Allison. I’m just so happy to see you, and I’m excited about the Holiday. I guess I lost my charm there for a minute.”

“No, Mom,” I said very solemnly, “you are finally beginning to treat me like a grown woman, so naturally you are feeling like one yourself. I think it is great as well as a terrific compliment to me. Thank you, love.” I leaned over and kissed her full on the lips. She actually responded at first, and then she stiffened.

“You couldn’t be drunk already, Allison. You’ve hardly touched your drink.”

“I don’t have to be intoxicated to express the love I feel for you, do I?” I asked with a chuckle.

“No, of course not,” she stammered. “You just caught me by surprise, but truthfully I enjoyed it immensely.”

“Want to do it again?” I asked eying her wickedly.

“”She picked up our glasses and stood. “I think that tub is about ready. I’ll freshen our drinks and meet you in the sun room.”

“Mom,” I asked hesitantly as she walked away. “Now that we are all grown up, is it alright if I call you Gracie? I’ve always liked that name, and when I was little I got jealous at other people for calling you that when it wasn’t allowed for me.”

“It was a respect thing, Honey. Of course you can call me Gracie as long as you keep the ma’am and yes ma’am close at hand.” She laughed and left the room for the drinks.

I was already naked and in the hot tub when she returned with the drinks. She placed the drinks in holders attached to the rim of the tub, and began removing her clothes.

“Tale it all off, Gracie,” I teased. “Let’s live recklessly tonight.” I held my drink high as if toasting the idea. Gracie just shook her head, but she did strip off all of her clothes and step into the rather hot water. She sank in the water until those lovely breasts of her began to float. “You have lovely boobs, Gracie,” I said softly.

She looked at me rather strangely, but her reply was “So do you, Baby.” We clicked glasses and had a generous swig of whatever the wicked witch of the East had brewed up in her cauldron. “However,” she interjected rather sly, “I still think mine are a little bigger.” She laughed; a deep, hearty laugh. Gracie was glad I was home, and so was I.

“Want to try another one of those kisses, you big bosomed broad?” The expression on my face convinced her that the question was mirthful yet serious if she was so inclined to take it that way.

“Just how much have you learned at school, young lady?” and with that Gracie sidled up to me causing our tits to merge when she looped her arm around my neck. She leaned forward and pressed her soft lips firmly and squarely against mine. Instinctively I parted my lips, and surprising ly her tongue slipped into my mouth. I sucked on hers gently, and she coaxed mine escort bursa into her mouth where she sucked on it like it was a ripe plum. My kiss became more passionate as did hers. I vigorously massaged her floating boobs, and slowly I let my free hand sink down to her crotch. Then I froze. She broke off our embrace and looked me dead in the eyes.

“Are you going to eat my pussy?”

“Later,” was my one word reply as I pulled her mouth back against mine and renewed our passionate embrace. Seconds later I felt at least one of her fingers find its way into my pussy hole. I pushed my crotch against her hand showing my approval. We continued this ritual until our arousal became agonizing. I broke our embrace.

“Where did you learn to make love to a woman like that, Gracie?” I asked as I panted heavily.

“Same place you did, Sweetheart. Have you forgotten we went to the same school? I just graduated a few years ahead of you.” We both laughed

“Gracie,” I said, “can you reach that towel from here?” I pointed to a bath towel draped across one of the lawn chairs.

“I think so,” she said as she lifted her naked body to lean over the rim of the tub. “I don’t think I’m that old yet, young lady.” Then she squealed. She was bent over the rim of the hot tub at the hips with her upper body stretched across the deck in an attempt to reach the towel. Meanwhile, I had come up behind her, spread her cheeks, and planted a serious French kiss on her asshole just the way Dianne had taught me. I worked my tongue around a few times before withdrawing it and moving down to her pussy, Her lips swelled more than mine and Leslie’s, but about the same as Dianne’s. I pressed my nose and my mouth between the swollen lips and buried my tongue.

Gracie moaned sensually and hoisted her body high enough to tuck her knees under her body giving better exposure to her pussy for her new lover. I took full advantage of the situation. Her clit was now underneath but still out in the open. I latched on to it with a thumb and index finger. I moved mu other hand up top and wiggled my thimb as deep as it would reach into her asshole. Then with my tongue working like a miniature jack hammer, I brought Momma Gracie to her first daughter induced orgasm.

Sexually satisfied Gracie dropped to her stomach and slowly rolled over on her back putting her spread-eagle on the deck at the edge of the hot tub. What the Hell. I did her again.

Gracie eventually recovered enough to sit up on the side of the hot tub and look into the tub at me with her magnificent breasts dangling and her well eaten pussy gaping. The expression on her face was unmistakably one of total satisfaction and love.

“Well Allison,” she sighed, “you have always been a good student, and I see that you are going to excel in your sex education as well. That’s a wicked tongue you have there, and your technique is outstanding. I can’t remember the last time I experienced two orgasms in one seduction, but you definitely bursa escort bayan gave me that tonight.” She paused reflectively and then she asked, “Has an old woman ever eaten your pussy?” Her smile was beautiful; her tits were beautiful; her crotch was beautiful; she was beautiful. I was proud to have her as a mother.

“Not yet,” I replied. “Are you volunteering?”

“Not hardly, young lady,” she said. “I’m demanding.” She offered an outstretched hand to assist me out of the tub. Under these new circumstances, her touch was electric. I stood on the deck immediately in front of her; our naked bodies were touching full length. Her kiss was forceful, demanding and wonderful. I felt my knees weaken just a little and my pussy press firmly against hers. I tingled all over and our tongues were having a sword fight first in her mouth and then in mine. Our breasts were one enormous mass between our upper bodies.

Gracie broke away gently and gasped in my ear, “Let’s go to the den, baby.” I was still wet from the tub, but my pussy was wetter from Gracie. I followed her filled with mystical expectations. We walked up behind the sofa. “Bend over here, baby. I owe you a French kiss. I hope I’m as good at it as you are.” She patted the sofa back with her hand, and like an obedient child or better yet an expectant lover I leaned over the sofa raising my ass high in the air.

I felt her soft, firm hands on my ass cheeks as she spread them wide. Then I felt the electrifying intrusion of her tongue. God, it went deep. I wiggled, I squirmed, and I squealed.

“Oh Shit, Gracie,” I shouted. “What a tongue! Do it some more,” and that she did.

When she decided to abandon my asshole, she rolled me over and maneuvered me to where my head and shoulders rested on the sofa cushions, but my ass was still resting on the back of the sofa. She spread my legs wide, and tenderly ran her tongue along my inner thighs. My pussy was going crazy. I knew my lips were swollen to their fullest, and I know my kitty was smiling when Gracie’s tongue ran the length of my slit. I had a strong impulse to grab her and smother her at both ends with kisses and tongue lashings, but I was enjoying what she was doing too much to interfere.

Then Gracie straightened up and smiled down at me. I know that in the position I was in that my nipples was almost even with my ears, and I also knew definitely that my pussy was begging for more of her attention. I watched as she strode around the end of the sofa and stopped where my head was resting on the edge of one of the cushions. And gently took my arms and stretched them out over the edge of the sofa and between her legs. Then she mounted the sofa on her knees and rested her crotch gently on my face. I instinctively wrapped my arms around her legs and kissed the wet pussy above me.

Gracie leaned forward and buried her face in my begging crotch. As her fantastic tongue entered my pussy once again, I also felt at least two of her fingers penetrate my asshole. I starting coming at that moment, and I lost count of how long my orgasms lasted. I do know, however, that there has never been a more satisfying or beautiful example of the position 69 than the one put into motion that night on our sofa.

Allan had created a hunger in me; a hunger that I thought wasn’t possible. He had created a desire that left me wanting more, a need to experience other men, more men to satisfy this hunger. I considered finding a regular boyfriend, but that would be too much hard work trying to find the right one. I thought about having regular one night stands but again, too much hard work finding the right guy. Then I finally found what I needed to satisfy these cravings.

I was no stranger to the internet having used it regularly for my studies, but I was new to its darker and more sinister side. I had moved on from David and the need for love. I wanted the danger that Allan had given me, and more.

I signed up to an adult dating service and put clear instructions on my profile page that I was looking for no strings attached fun. The offers for sex from all sorts of men, young and old, came flooding in and I was able to pick and choose.

I found most of the men I spoke to were either sex starved husbands or weirdo’s looking to fulfil their kinky fetishes, and some of them were married. But three people stood out from the rest. One was a professional guy in his mid-forties and the other two were a male — female couple looking for a single female. I had fun with both exchanging sexy messages and they both turned me on in different ways.

The couple intrigued me. Like all girls, I guess, I had fantasised about going with another girl but never a male — female couple. Tony and Carol were their names and they were ten years older than me, which seemed to turn Tony on even more. They were fairly experienced swingers and Carol wasted no time in telling me, with great detail, what she would like to do to me.

Soon enough we got a little more personal and we started exchanging photos. It was only face pictures at first but then we moved onto more revealing photos before finally exchanging explicit ones. I had a whole album on my computer of Tony and Carol in various states of dress, sexual positions and even cum shots. I could see from the photos that Tony was well equipped and they both had a filthy appetite for sex.

I spent endless hours talking to the two of them with my fingers, dildos and even a cucumber, Carol’s special request, rammed deep inside me before taking my own photos and returning the favour. Eventually I agreed to meet them both at their house and Tony requested I wear a Basque.

On the Saturday we had agreed to meet I booked to have my hair and nails done in the afternoon, so I spent the morning shopping for a sexy Basque. I felt so sexy trying on different outfits that by the time I had picked one I was gagging for some action.

The Basque was stunning and expensive. It was black and bursa escort pink with beautiful silk and lace panels, separated by a zip down the front to give easy access to my body. It also had a ruffled trim running around the bottom with detachable suspenders so I completed the wanton look with a sexy matching black stockings and g-string set.

When I left the store the male security guard smiled at me. He had obviously seen the items I had picked out and was now probably left with the image of how I looked wearing them. I smiled back adding fuel to my fire.

I’m not one of these women who indulge in self praise to make themselves feel good and I don’t put myself down either for others to pick me up. But I have to say I thought I looked stunning. My brown hair flowed with its wavy locks down past my shoulders giving me a sultry look. I used very light make-up with a pink lip gloss that matched my freshly manicured nails and then I slipped into the Basque. My 32C bust was pushed up making it look bigger and I was ready for whatever the night held for me.

Before I left that evening I checked I had everything in my bag, including a spare pair of clothes, and put my long coat on over my outfit.

When I arrived Tony opened the door to greet me and he politely kissed me on the cheek when I entered. He led me into the living room where I met Carol and she gave me a gentle squeeze and welcomed me into their home. It was a very nice home to, very clean.

Carol was wearing a very short low cut black dress, showing off her impressive cleavage and of course no bra. Tony was wearing a smart blue shirt and black trousers and he looked very smart and professional.

Tony then handed me a glass of white wine and offered to take my coat. As I felt my coat being taken from my body my heart started to race and the room filled with Tony and Carols gasps. I felt like a call girl compared to how they were dressed, but then I guess in many ways I was.

Carol looked at my tits and smiled before she sat next to me on the sofa. We immediately started chatting and I noticed how every time I spoke she watched my lips. I watched her to. She had a pretty face and a fit body with stunning tits, taller than me with longer sexy legs.

Sensing how nervous I was she moved a little closer and commented on how lovely and sweet she thought I was. Tony agreed as she leaned in and kissed me softly. It was just a soft brush of the lips at first but then she came back in and slid her tongue into my mouth. It was so different to kissing a man; it was softer, gentler yet still full of passion.

She stood us up with her tongue still in my mouth and I naturally wrapped my hands around her neck while she held my face. escort bursa After a few moments she dropped her hands down to my breasts and gently started to caress them through the Basque. It felt so good I could only respond by kissing her harder.

It wasn’t long before Tony was standing behind me smoothing his hands up and down the sides of the Basque and my body. I’m sure their hands swapped places as I felt one set of hands run down over my tummy and then up the sides of my body, and then the other set of hands slid softly from my sides to my front and straight over my breasts.

I could feel Tony breathing on my neck as he moaned quietly and it tickled sending tiny shivers down my spine. Then Carol broke away and we looked into each other’s eyes. She signalled something to her husband with her eyes and I immediately felt his hands on my zip. As Tony very slowly inched the zip down Carol removed my arms from around her neck and pulled her dress straps down. She then cupped her own breasts through her dress waiting for the moment when Tony was ready to release mine.

I was so turned on standing between them while they used me for their little game, and Carol knew it too. Tony stopped when the zip had reached the centre of my body. It was low enough to expose my tits while allowing the rest of the Basque to hug my body. Carol signalled again with her eyes and, at the same time, I watched as she pulled down her dress and felt my Basque being pulled apart.

I looked at her tits and thought about how nice they looked. They were big and round and probably two cups bigger than mine. Her nipples were dark and hard and her skin looked soft.

She stepped forward and grabbed my breasts as she started kissing my neck. Tiny little kisses were planted all over my neck and face as I closed my eyes enjoying the feeling. I quickly felt someone take my hands and lift them upwards and forwards before resting them on something soft. Tony held my hands over his wife’s breasts and he started to massage them with my hands. Then I felt another hand on me, but this time trailing itself softly up the inside of my leg until it reached my pussy.

Carol was now kissing my breasts and it felt so erotic. I couldn’t believe that a woman was licking and sucking my nipples as she slid a couple of fingers between my legs. I began digging my fingers into her soft flesh, feeling her tits, rubbing and caressing. Tony was no longer holding my hands as he unzipped the rest of my Basque and began undressing me. Carol continued with my tits as my Basque fell to the floor and Tony removed my g-string.

His hands were now all over my legs, running down the outside and then up the inside sending shockwaves throughout my body. bursa escort bayan Carol cupped my tits again and forced her tongue back in my mouth. I was so horny. So horny in fact I hadn’t noticed that Tony was now naked.

“Shall we go upstairs ladies?” Tony suggested. Neither Carol nor I said a word as she took my hand and led me up the stairs to their bedroom. Once in the bedroom she climbed onto the bed and led in middle of it with her legs spread. This is where everything changed and I realised dominance was this couple’s fetish.

“Why don’t you get on the bed?” Tony said. I looked at him and then at Carol, who was teasing her clit. “I want you to lick my cunt, Sophie.” She groaned, “I want you to see how wet you’ve made me.” Tony guided me towards the bed and I climbed between Carols legs. I couldn’t wait to taste her so I dropped down on the bed and run my tongue up her slit. It tasted better than I thought and she was soaking wet. I flicked my tongue up and down her lips and teased her clit, the same way I liked having it done.

Then Tony climbed onto the bed and pulled me up by my hips while Carol grabbed my head, keeping my mouth buried in her pussy. It all happened so quickly that I forgot about a condom and I felt Tony enter me with ease from behind. He didn’t mess about as he started to fuck me hard and deep just the way I liked it.

I loved it, lashing my tongue in and out of his wife while he tried to push his cock deeper inside me. His hands grabbed my arse cheeks and he spread them wide. I imagined he wanted to get a good look of his cock spreading my pussy as he fucked me to my first climax.

After a short while he ran his hands up my back, under my body and then down my tummy until he reached my clit and starting rubbing it. Due to his position he was deep inside me as he rubbed my clit. His thrusts were short and hard as he kept his cock buried to the hilt and his rubbing caused my clit to ache until finally I came. My body shuddered as I came and he moved his hands to my hips and held me tight as he went back to fucking me hard again. It was so intense, too intense in fact as I stopped licking Carol’s pussy and dropped my head between her legs. But Tony just wouldn’t stop until I had cum again, and he didn’t have to wait long as my second orgasm in quick succession ripped through me.

The rest of the evening was a blur as I lost count of the amount of orgasms I had. Once Carol had cum she calmed down a bit and wasn’t as dominant with me and I got to enjoy her tender touch for hours. I’m not quite sure how Tony managed it but he lasted a very long time before Carol and I led beneath him and watched as he covered our tits with his thick creamy spunk, which we later licked from each other.

I didn’t stay the whole night but I did sleep for an hour or two before I left. Tony saw me to the front door and kissed me goodnight, but not before he fucked me doggy style at the bottom of the stairs and filled me with his cum.

I was sitting in my seat 35,000 feet in the air, asking myself, I can’t believe I’m one of those people who does this. Britt…have you lost your mind? Halfway to my plane flight destination to south central Canada from my southern California residence, I heavily self-reflected on the sanity of my decision.

I was en route to Saskatchewan because of a woman I had met online. My friends and I would discuss that exact scenario on many occasions and scoff at the idea of anyone making such a decision. It just wasn’t practical and highly risky were the majority points of our arguments. I had always agreed with that rationale until I met Kristie. We were both writers who were also very sexually charged bisexual women with environmental differences. After receiving an email to collaborate on a story, we began to get familiarize ourselves with each other in a personal way.

With all of our contrasts, we learned we had many internal similarities. The further I dug, the deeper my affection for her and our bond grew. I found out she was simply amazing and I was smitten. As a twenty four year old female, I had experimented sexually with a few girls over the years and found women physically attractive but never formed an emotional attraction with them. So, even though I was bi in a sexual context, I considered myself straight with bisexual tendencies. Kristie and I began to have the most amazing online sex with almost spiritual connections in addition to out-of-body like orgasms. But our bond was more than just sex.

Sometimes two people just mesh and even though Kristie was ten years older than myself, it had no bearing on my feelings for her. Our age difference was actually an accelerant to my interest and because of her experience and wisdom, it was just another quality I revered. I began to take inventory of all the additional characteristics she possessed and dare I say, I had fallen in love with her? A female nonetheless? That seemed impossible for me. Yes, I know I loved her looks, personality, intelligence, writing, sass, and sexual prowess but there was something else there…something extra. The “it” factor was also present and I know she felt it too.

I needed to find out in person and as soon as I had wiggled a vacation from my job as a pharmacist, I booked a flight to see her. There I was, about to land on Canadian soil in the city of Regina, waiting on Kristie to pick me up at the airport. I wanted to look good for my arrival so I dressed in a cute one piece white shorts romper with suspender straps over my red blouse along with my matching cute red canvas tennis shoes without socks.

The plane landed and I could not control my excitement. After making my way down the airport hallway, I approached the escalator to get to baggage. Kristie and I had been texting so I knew her approximate whereabouts but as I reached the lower level, there she stood. My heart skipped a beat. She was even more stunning in person. From my distance, I could see her long thick beautiful brunette hair and a large smile on her face. I was shocked at what she was wearing. Kristie who was a jeans and tank top kind of girl was wearing a sleeveless dress with a pair of slip-on shoes. Both of us were tearing up as I approached for a full embracement.

I softly sighed while wiping my eyes in disbelief that I was actually standing with her, “Hey you.”

We hugged like one of us was leaving forever. At 5’9, she stood three inches taller than me and kissed the top of my blonde head while choking up, “Finally I have you in my arms.”

I looked up into her eyes, both smiling at each other and froze just to take in the reality. People were everywhere and that convolution mattered not as we locked into a passionate kiss that easily rivaled newlyweds on their wedding night. We kept our heads tilted and eyes clenched as our tongues danced together inside each other’s mouth. The kiss lasted for several minutes and not only did we have to breathe through our nostrils to keep from suffocating, I was surprised someone hadn’t called security.

When we broke off our kiss, both our lips were red and puffy from the traumatic suction and Kristie was now wearing my cherry lip gloss. Our heads slowly turned from side to side, scanning the area, and we witnessed several onlookers staring including a group of teenage boys about to travel on a school outing.

Kristie looked directly at two old men standing close enough to be invading our personal space and spouted, “What’s the matter…haven’t you seen two lesbians kiss before?” She then turned to one of their wives and chuckled, “He will bring that vision home with him tonight. You’re welcome.”

We both took a minute and sat at the airport lounge to get a drink and talk. I was so happy to be talking to her in person. We laughed and chatted like we had known each other for years. From opposite sides of the small table, Kristie reached her hand across, held my hand and I was all too eager to accept. It reminded me of a romantic scene from a movie. She was so beautiful and even though our bursa escort conversation was light hearted, I couldn’t remove my thoughts of my desire to have sex with her as soon as possible but I had to ask, “Wearing a dress huh? I didn’t expect that.”

“Ah…Well…this is a special occasion and I wanted to show you my feminine side but…don’t get used to it,” she responded while smiling broadly.

“I’m a special occasion, am I? I’m flattered.” I responded jovially.

She stood up, “I need to pee and we will head out.”

As she walked toward the restroom, my thoughts were running wild. We had always discussed an airport scenario so I felt as mischievous as ever. Leaving my bags next to the table, I quickly began walking behind her but far enough so that she didn’t notice while removing my credit card from my purse. She entered the bathroom and then into the stall. There were two other ladies in there washing their hands.

After giving Kristie a few seconds, I used the credit card to slide into the locking mechanism and in a flash, I opened the door and stepped into the stall. A startled Kristie sitting with her dress around her waist and her panties around her calves gasped, “Damn…you scared the shit out of me. What are you doing in here?”

I giggled and spoke softly so patrons in the restroom could not hear us, “You know why I’m in here. Go ahead and do your business while I get them ready.”

She half huffed, “Well I can’t with you standing there.” Then with a quizzical look asked, “Get what ready?”

I was so wet and had already transformed into my teasing nonchalant control mode as I began to unhook my front buttoned suspenders, “You know silly. I am getting my tits ready for your mouth.” I flapped both suspenders over the back of my shoulders.

Kristie watched intently and gulped. I smiled and kept looking directly into her eyes as my shirt was pulled up and I lifted my bra. The weight of my 36C perky boobs thumped against my chest. My nipples were hard and I whispered after she began peeing into the water below, “Look how hard my nipples are. You know you want em so you are going to suck them right here…right now.”

She was stunned to the point of being horrified at my brash behavior when I peeked my head out of the stall at the few women inside the bathroom and announced, “Ladies…I’m going to be breast feeding in here so we might need a little privacy.”

One woman responded who undoubtedly thought I was referring to an infant with me, “Oh…no problem Hun. You do what you need to do.”

I suppressed a chuckle and leaned over top of Kristie. She tilted her head back and look up into my cleavage. Without using my hands, I swung them back and forth while lowering them to her face. My boobs were not huge but enough to smack her face from side to side like I was denying her the privilege. I seductively stopped moving and aimed my nipple directly into her mouth. With a seductive, “open up” I continued my descent until the tip was inside her mouth. She may not have been an infant, but she latched on like a starving one. Her cheeks were sunken and the suction was so intense, I don’t believe I could have pulled my tit off even if had I wanted to.

Leaning sideways, I was able to reach down between her legs. When my middle and ring finger entered her tepid pussy, it was so wet, it dripped. My own slit was matching her wetness inside my shorts. I thrust my digits with force and she huffed and moaned in-between nipple slurps. Her entire pussy was slippery and extremely gooey and within seconds, Kristie grabbed my ass and pulled me to her so that she could mash my entire boob into her mouth while she spasmed. Her vaginal contractions around my fingers where strong.

With a loud whisper, I encouraged her release, “Ahhh. There you go. Cum for me baby. Deepthroat my nipple. We can’t forget the other one. You need to show it some love also.”

When I pulled my hand out of her, I looked at my fingers and they were covered in thick, creamy lady cum. It was so erotic that I sucked it off like I was giving my fingers head. It tasted tangy with a hint of pee and salt which for me was delicious. At that moment, I needed to cum.

I stepped back, took my romper off and hung it up on the door’s hook. When I removed my tiny thong, I used the elastic to wrap it around my wrist like lady’s corsage. I then popped my opposite nipple into Kristie’s hungry mouth while I put my shoe covered foot up on the toilet rim between her legs. I was positioned so we could masturbate each other while she feasted on my tit.

I slid three fingers into her slimy pussy and she did the same to me. Feeling her suck my boob while fingering me was extremely pleasurable so much that I could have sworn there was an electric current from my nipple to my g-spot. We were grunting and moaning much too loudly for a public restroom but we were powerless to our lust. If someone could have seen us, they would have thought we were playing a game of Twister with me standing to Kristie’s side, bursa escort bayan with one foot up on the toilet rim between her legs, me half naked, tilted sideways and our hands in each other’s twat.

When she shifted her fingers to my clit, I did the same to her. We both jolted from the sensation. We inadvertently began massaging each other’s hooded nub in unison. When I would speed up, so would Kristie or if she applied more pressure, so would I. It was as though we were subconsciously telling the other what we wanted and it was so hot.

Looking into her eyes, I whispered louder, “Let’s cum together. I’m so close. Oh…God…I’m going to explode.”

She stopped sucking my boob and leaned back to enjoy the perfect friction. We were both close. I was trying to hold in my moan but Kristie was getting louder and louder, “Ohhh! Yes! Yes! Ohhh! Ohhh!”

Her voice was echoing throughout the bathroom. I tried to put my free hand over her mouth but she would just move her head away. We were close to the ultimate climax but I didn’t want arrested in the process so I quickly improvised. Desperately, I removed my thong panties from my wrist and shoved them into her mouth. Once my hand found her clit again, she screamed immediately though the muffled obstruction, “Mmmmmmm! Ooooooounnghhhhhh! Mmmmmmm!”

Her powerful orgasm accelerated mine and I let out an even louder screech, “Eeeeeeahhhhhhhh! Ohhhhhh! Ohhhhhh!”

The patrons talking in the bathroom had ceased while Kristie and I succumbed to our seizure-like orgasms. Our bodies were clenched and shaking. Once we had recovered, we looked at each other and began laughing at our bold antics. She spit out my panties so I could put them back on. After we dressed, we walked out of the stall together slightly sweaty to the surprise of the women.

Taking a page out of Kristie’s book, I giggled, “Ladies, those toilets are very refreshing. The best I have ever experienced.” We casually washed our hands like nothing had happened then exited the restroom.

We rode in Kristie’s red Mustang to her home. After the hour long drive, we took my bags into her house and into her room. We walked down to the nearby local bar and ordered hot wings while enjoying a couple of drinks. She lived in a small conservative town but we didn’t allow that to slow us down with our affection. We sat next to each other on our stools and held hands much of the time while periodically leaning over for a sweet kiss not caring about the opinions of any of the customers. Less than an hour later, Kristie’s good friend Wade joined us for a nice conversation.

We were laughing and Kristie then revealed what she had planned for the week, “Tomorrow, Wade here and a bunch of my friends are coming over for big bonfire party. On Wednesday, we are going …tada…” She then pulled out two tickets to the Arcade Fire concert, “We will be heading back to Regina for this. I cannot believe they are coming here.” She continued with a smile on her face and using air quotes, “Thursday will be a chill and ‘recovery’ day before we head up north on Friday for a canoe trip.”

Wade laughed at Kristie’s sexual innuendo, “Recovery day, huh? Is that what you are calling it?”

I leaned over and stuck my tongue inside her lower lip and sensually licked back and forth before chiming in, “Yes…we will probably close the blinds and ‘recover’ all day.”

We sat and had fun throughout the night and in our drunken state, stumbled home. As we walked, I could not stop thinking about how horny I had become and wanted to have sex when we got back to her house. Online, we had shared and acted out many of our fetishes with each other and a strong one of mine was taking control. Kristie was bigger, stronger, and older than me who worked a labor intensive job and even though was quite the alpha female, often loved it when I took control. It was her way of letting go and becoming free and I was all too excited to do it.

As soon as we walked in the door, I grabbed and pressed her up against the door while we kissed and shared our alcohol tainted breath. It was steamy and I wanted to take her in every way imaginable. After breaking our kiss, I took her by the hand and tugged her with me into the bedroom. As soon as we entered, we were kissing again while trying to remove clothing. A shoe would hit the wall, a shirt would float across the room, and pants were kicked onto the floor. We basically fell into the bed with our naked bodies entangled as one. Her hard nipples poked the top of my breasts as we made out. I was so wet!

I ended up on top of her putting my thigh between her legs up against her wet labia. As I grinded my leg on it, her juices were forming a puddle on my skin. I was out of my mind with lust and dug my face into the side of her neck and continued to kiss a trail down to her chest. My long blonde hair was scattered all around her face like a mop. Just to hear her moan was the erotic validation I needed.

She had the most amazing breasts and I sucked them like she had done mine escort bursa earlier in the day. I would raise my head, take a fist full and gently squeeze before attacking the stiff nipple. She would take the back of my head and press me harder into them. With my thigh rubbing her pussy, Kristie lifted her ass off the mattress and exploded in a powerful orgasm while moaning loudly, “Mmmmmmmmm!” Her juices were flowing and I needed to eat her.

I slowly smooched my down to her pussy and buried my face into her wetness. I wanted to bathe in it and desperately licked all around while putting my nose inside the lips after I sucked them. Kristie was squirming and when my tongue began to swirl her ringed puckered asshole, she flinched. I was in heaven and could not stop devouring her gooey pussy. I loved the taste…I loved the smell …I loved the wetness and could not get enough. She pulled my hair several times as she approached another orgasm. When my lips sucked her clit, she let loose again and screamed even louder. I needed that cum in my mouth so I stayed down between her legs and licked it up for several minutes. It was delicious and I needed to fuck her.

In anticipation for my arrival, her adult toys were sitting on the table next to her bed. I finally had my chance to use her purple strapless dildo and I couldn’t wait to try it. When I inserted the thick vibrating nubs into my pussy, I quivered in ecstasy. On my knees, the rubber dick pointed upward and I felt so in control and alive as I was about to fuck my girl.

I climbed on top of her and put her legs back while instructing, “You need to put my dick in you.” Kristie was all too anxious and reached down to guide the girthy seven inch phallus into her slit. I hooked my elbows under her knees to push her legs back as I sunk every inch into her while I moaned, “Oh yes baby. You took every inch on the first try. Get ready, I’m going to pound that stretched hole. God, I have waited so long to pound my pussy. You do know it’s my pussy don’t you?”

Kristie gasped, “Yes it is! Pound it! I fucking dare you.”

My hips began to move slowly and eagerly watched it go in and out. The nubs were creating an amazing sensation on my own vaginal walls as I fucked her quicker and quicker. Pressing my weight down on her suspended bent legs, I got onto my tip toes with my legs straight in a semi-pushup position. My hips were thrusting that rubber dick in her like we both needed. My hair hung down and my breathing intensified.

Our bodies were slapping loudly as I held back nothing. My earrings were swinging and I watched her head thrash back and forth. In my controlling dirty talk, I commanded, “Take that dick you slut! Fuck yeah…you are taking every inch like the dirty slut you are! Cum all over it! I know you like having your pussy reamed so just admit it!”

With her face contorted and jaw clenched she screamed, “Yessss! Britt, fuck my slutty pussy! I love it! I love having it reamed! Make me cum you Bitch!”

I was pounding so hard, the bed shook and squeaked. When I tilted my head to the side, kissed, then licked the side of her ankle, she yelled, “Auggghhhhh…I’m cumming! Aughhhhhh! Ohhhhhhhh!”

Holding her legs tight, I stopped pumping to allow her to enjoy her orgasm properly. Her body shook underneath me and I was close to my own climax. When she finished, I smacked her ass, “Flip over. I want to fuck you doggie style.”

Once she was positioned on all fours, facing the foot of the bed, I was quickly behind her about to slide my dick in her pussy when I noticed it. Smeared all over the purple dildo was her creamy, thick white cum that looked like glue. It was so incredibly sexy that I removed the strapless and licked around the base to clean it off before sucking the dildo to consume the rest of Kristie’s lady nectar.

She had just bought a beautiful large mirror at a yard sale and it was the perfect height on the dresser. I stuffed the dildo’s end back inside me before sliding the thick shaft back into her pussy. Holding her hips, I fucked her doggie style as we watched each other in the mirror. We both were breathing erratically and our tits swayed together in rhythm. The jarring was too much for me and I was the first to cum in one long grunt, “Mmmmmmmuuuohhhhhhh!”

Kristie watched my face in the mirror and blurted, “There you go! I love watching you cum! Now fuck me like you mean it and make me cum!”

Once I recovered, I began hammering her pussy like I was angry with it. The squishing and the slapping sounds filled the room until she added her own squeal! Once she orgasmed, she flopped her read down to the bed and shivered. When I pulled my cock out of her, it was covered again in her thick cream. I immediately pulled it out of me and licked it clean like I was trying to keep a melting ice-cream cone from dripping.

Our final position was me standing on the side of the bed and Kristie on her back with her ass hanging over the edge. Her legs were straight up in the air propped up on my shoulders. I was humping and pumping and every few minutes either she or I would cum in a seizure-like fashion. She was normally not a squirter but when I used my thumb to massage her clit, she began to spray my stomach with each climax. It was so hot as it dripped off of me.

Annem Başlattı

26 yaşındayım. Üniversiteyi bitirip askerliğimi yaptım ve şimdi çalışıyorum. Babam geçen yıl öldü. Annemle yaşıyorum. Annem 46 yaşında, ev hanımı. Kapalı bir kadındır, her zaman geniş ve bol giysiler giyer. Evin içinde bile başını açmaz.
Utangaç, içine kapanık biriyim. O nedenle de bu yaşıma kadar bir kadınla beraber olmadım. Evde genelde internet başında seks sitelerine girip duruyorum. Bir gün yine kendimi kaybetmiş sikimi çıkarmış okşayarak internette film izlerken, aniden odamın kapısı açıldı ve içeri annem girdi. Ama girmesiyle çıkması bir oldu. Akşam bana bakmamaya çalışıyordu, ben de ona.
Neyse birkaç gün sonra annem gördüklerini unutmuş gibiydi. Bana “oğlum, artık evlensen, tek isteğim bu. Hem yaşın geçiyor, hem genç adamsın, ihtiyaçların var” dedi. Bunu söylerken yüzüme bakmıyordu. “Ne ihtiyacı anne” dedim. O “şey, şey” diye kekeliyordu. “Geçen akşam seni gördüm, evlensen böyle şeyler yapmazsın” dedi. Ben utandım. Ama gerçeği de anlatmak istedim. Ona bu yaşıma kadar bir kadınla beraber olmadığımı, benim de evlenmeyi çok istediğimi ama maddi zorluklar nedeniyle ne zaman, kiminle evleneceğimi bilmediğimi söyledim. Annem bu yaşıma kadar bir kadınla beraber olmadığımı öğrenince çok şaşırdı, sonra da ağlayarak “oğlum, yoksa bir hastalığın mı var” diye sormaya başladı. Ben yok desem de o inanmıyordu. Sürekli ağlıyordu. Ona “ne yani çıkarıp göstereyim mi” diye sordum. Annem “tövbe, tövbe, delirdin mi sen” diye cevapladı. Yanımdan kalkıp gitti.
Birkaç gün böyle geçti. Annem Pazar günü bir misafirimizin geleceğini söyledi. Ben de “kim” diye sordum. “Ayşe abla gelecek, benim bir arkadaşım. Sen tanımazsın, arka mahallede oturuyor” dedi. Saat iki gibi dediği kadın geldi. Orta boylu, hafif kilolu, annem gibi kapalı bir kadındı. Annem beni kendisiyle tanıştırdı. Üç çocuklu dul bir kadın olduğunu söyledi. Ayşe hanım nedense bana hiç bakmıyordu. Annemle içeri geçtiler. Ben de odama geçtim. Beş dakika sonra annem geldi. Bana “oğlum, senin derdinin çaresi geldi. Sen demiştin ya bir kadınla beraber olmadım. Ben de bu iş için Ayşe ablayı ayarladım. Bu işi yapacak. Seninle beraber olacak” dedi. Ben şok oldum. “Anne ne diyorsun sen? Olur mu böyle şey” diye tekrarlıyordum. Ama annem ısrarla “oğlum, bak kadın buldum sana. Bu iş için öyle pis yerlere gitme. Kurban olayım. Dediğimi kabul et. Hem Ayşe abla iyi bir kadındır. Aramızda kalır bu. Hem bunun için para veriyorum ben ona. Kocası öldü. Üç çocuğuyla kaldı bir başına gecekonduda. Kendisi kabul etti. Zorla değil yani” Abazanlık başıma vurmuştu. Annemin teklifini kabul ettim. Annem “haydi aslanım” diye sırtıma vurdu hafifçe sanki gerdeğe giriyormuşum gibi. Annem “benim odama geç, orda bekliyor seni. Ben salonda olacağım” dedi.
Ben acayip heyecanlıydım. İlk defa bir kadın sikecektim. İçeri geçip kapıyı kapadım. Ayşe hanım yatağın kenarında oturuyordu. Annemden belki bir iki yaş büyüktü o kadar. Benimle konuşmuyordu. Ben ona “annem bana anlattı. Siz de kabul etmişsiniz.” dedim. Yine konuşmuyordu. Benim vücudumu ateş basmış gibiydi. Ayşe hanıma “isterseniz siz yatağa geçin” dedim. Yine hiç konuşmadan ayağa kalkıp üzerindekileri çıkarmaya başladı. Yavaş yavaş soyundukça benim sikim kalkmaya başlamıştı. Sırayla eteğini, türbanını ve kazağını çıkardı. Üzerinde sütyen ve külotla kalmıştı. Dizlerine gelen kalın siyah çorabını da çıkardı. Memeleri ise sütyeninden taşacak gibiydi. Güzel bir yüzü yoktu. Kaşları belki benimki kadar kalındı. Kolları da benimki kadar kıllı idi nerdeyse. Yüzünde ve dudaklarının üzerinde hafif tüyler vardı. Bacaklarında da epeydir alınmayan kıllar vardı. Bakımsız bir kadın olduğu belliydi.
Çaresiz bu kadını sikecektim. Ayşe hanım sütyenini arkadan açınca memeleri öne doğru fırladı. Meme uçları büyük ve kahverengiydi. Uçları hafif kıllıydı. Beyaz pamuklu külotunu da çıkarınca oldukça kıllı amı ortaya çıktı. Am dudakları etli ve büyüktü, kıl yumağının arasından belli oluyordu.
Ben de soyunmaya başladım. Sikim kazık gibi olmuştu. Ayşe hanım benim 21 cm’lik kalkık sikime bakıyordu. Bu koca sik ilk defa bir amın içine girecekti birazdan. Yatağa uzandı ve bacaklarını kendine çekip iki yana iyice açtı. Kıllı amı ortada duruyordu. Ben de daha fazla dayanamayarak bacaklarının arasında yerimi aldım ve kalkık sikimi amına sokmaya başladım. Daha önce bir kadın sikmesem de yıllardır izlediğim filmlerden deneyim kazanmıştım. Sikim amına değince “ımm” deyip hafifçe kasıldı. Ben yavaş yavaş amına girdim. Amı sıcacıktı. Ama benim büyük sikim için bile oldukça genişti. Amının içinde yavaş yavaş hızlanarak gidip gelmeye başladım. Üzerine abanarak sertçe sikmeye başladım. Koltuk altlarından kesif bir ter kokusu ve ağzından da koku geliyordu. Ama bunlar bana engel değildi. Ayşe hanım kollarıyla sırtıma sarıldı ve bacaklarını da belime doladı. Tecrübeli olduğu belliydi. Ben “oh, oh” diye amına sokarken o da “ımm, ah, ığh” deyip duruyordu. Sikim amına taşaklarıma kadar giriyordu. Taşaklarım kasıklarına çarpıyordu. Ellerimle kocaman memelerini okşuyor, meme uçlarını sıkıyordum. Sanırım o da zevk almaya başlamıştı. “oh, oh” demeye başlamış, “devam et, devam et” deyip duruyordu. Annemin yatağı şiddetle sallanıyordu. Ben daha fazla dayanamayarak amına döllerimi akıttım. Üzerinde inleyerek amına sokup çıkarmaya bir süre daha devam ettim. Sonra doğrularak kalktım. İlk defa bir kadın sikmiştim. Yatağa uzandım. Ayşe hanım yine bir şey konuşmadan kalkarak üzerini giyindi. O giyinirken ben onu izliyordum. Giyinip odadan çıktı. Ben de üstümü giyindim. Duşa girdim.
Duştan çıkınca annem “aslan oğlum, artık sen de gerçek bir erkek oldun” dedi. Annem “hoşuna gitti mi” diye sorunca “evet ama bu kadın çok bakımsız” dedim. Annem “merak etme, ben onunla konuşurum” dedi. “Anlamadım” dedim. Annem de “oğlum, ben Ayşe ablayla anlaştım, bundan sonra sen evlenene kadar Ayşe abla bize gelmeye devam edecek. Ben ona söylerim” dedi. Ben çok şaşırmıştım. Annem bana kendisi kadın buluyordu. Ben “anne sen bu kadına ne kadar veriyorsun” diye sordum. Annem “boşver sen” diye kestirip attı. “Kadının kocası öldü. Üç çocuğu var. Zaten biri sakat diğer ikisi de hayırsızlar. Ben kendisine çok ısrar ettim. Kabul etti o da. Alan razı veren razı. Sen boşver bunu” dedi. O günden sonra ben artık otuz bir çekmeyi bıraktım…

Sahilde – 5
ALINTIDIR!

Sabah olunca arkadaşıma sahile gitmek istemediğimi söyledim o da fazla kalmayacağını söyleyerek gitti. Ayşe abla kızları sahile arkaaşını da eve bıraktı. Bende bu arada güzelce yıkanım mis gibi koktum. Olacakları az buçuk tahmin ediyordum. Ayşe abla eve geldikten sonra kaldığım odaya çağırdı beni. Odaya geldiğimde dolabımı açmamı söyledi. Bende açtım çantamı açmamı söyledi açtım. Çıkar içindekini dedi. Ben ilk başta anlamazlıktan gelince kendi geldi ve stroponu çıkardı.
Ayşe: bu ne
Ben:şey işte stropon
Ayşe:biliyorum ne olduğunu.neden sende
Ben:kullanıyorum
Ayşe:anladım zaten kullandığını aktif lezbiyensin dimi
Ben:şeyy
Ayşe:şey deme evet yada hayır öylesin dimi
Ben:evet
Ayşe:ne kadardır
Ben:10 yıl olacak nerdeyse
Ayşe:bunu kullanalı mı
Ben:bunu 5 yıldır
Ayşe:iyi kullanabiliyormusun
Ben:süper valla
Ayşe:iyi bakalım tak da görelim
Ben:nasıl?
Ayşe:tak işte
bunu derken ayşe abla soyunuyordu. ve “boşanmışız daha yarağa doyamadan adam gitti dar çevrede nasıl adam bulayım hadi aramızda sır kalacak korkma” diye söyleniyordu. Ayşe abla soyununca tüm kızlara taş çıkaran bir hatun olduğunu görmüştüm. Dik memeler süper yuvarlak kalçalar ve bakımlı bir şeftali. usulca yaklaşıp dudaklarına öpücük kondurdum. Geriye çekilmekle çekilmemek arasında tereddüt etti. Sonra şehvetle öpüşmeye başladık. Elim amını okşuyordu o da aleti okşuyordu. Kulağıma “nasıl sikeceksin beni” “çatır çatır sik beni” diye azdırıcı sözler söylüyordu. Eğildim ayaktayken amını resmen kaptım kafamı sıkı sıkı bastırdı. Yavaşça onu yatağa ittim ve yalamaya başladım ama acele etmeden. Ayak bileklerinden öpe öpe baldırlarının içine geldim. Amının kenarını öperek göbeğine çıktı o ise zevkten kısık kısk inliyor göğüslerini sıkıyordu. Göbeğinden kayarak göğüslerine geldim. Uçlarını yalıyoriemiyor diğer elimle de göğüslerini sıkıyor,alttanda takma penisi amına deydiriyordum. Boynundan süzülerek dudaklarına geldim öyle hırsı öpüşüyordu ki anlatamam. Kulağına eğilip “bugün bütün deliklerini dolduracağım bebeğim” dedim ve aleti amına sürtmeye başladı. Kendine çekip uzun uzun beni öptükten sonra iyice terlemiş göğüslerime inip o da emmeye başladı. O emerken bende aletin kafasını usulca içine kaydırdım. Gırtlaktan bir oh dedi ki anlatamam. Sadece kafası girmiş onu sokup çıkarıyordum. Ayaklarını iyice kendine çektirip yarısını sokmuştum sırtıma öyle bir yapışım bastırdı ki geri kalanı da giriverdi ve o esnada bastı çıplığı. Hemen ağzını kapattım ve içinde bekledim. Göğüsleri hızlı hızlı inip kalkıyordu. Bir müddet daha bekledikten sonra gidip gelmeye başladım. Bacağının birini kapıp onu yukarı kaldırdım ve daha rahat girmeye başladım. Ben gidip geldikçe göğüsleri öyle güzel sallanıyordu ki ayaklarımın titremeye başladığı ve boşalmak üzere olduğumu hissettim. Hemen toparlandım ve doggy pozisyonuna getirdim onu ve amına sokmaya devam ettim. Akan sularını arka deliğine kaydırıyordum. İyice gevşediğini anladığımda parmağımın birini soktum. Şimdi her iki deliği de doluydu. Bir süre sonra boşaldığını anladım ama devam ettim ve ikinci parmağımı zor da olsa soktum. Canı yanmıştı sıkmasından anlamıştım. Bir süre bekleyip yine gelip gitmeye başladım. İnlemeye başlamıştı yine. İki parmağımı arka deliğinde çeviriyordum ve o esnada ulur gibi zevk çığlığı atıyordu. Bana döndü “sen ne sikiciymişsin be” dedi. Bu söz beni iyice kudurttu ve daha seri sokmaya başladım. Çığlık çığlığaydı ve birden çıkarıp arka deliğine soktum. Hazırlıksız yakaladığım için zorlanmadan girdi ama öne kaçmak istedi. Onu zor da olsa tuttum. Bana çıkarmamı söylüyordu ve beklemesini sakinleşmesi söyledim. Kulağına güzel aşk sözleri söylüyor ve azdırıyordum. Alıştıktan sonra köklemeye başladım deli gibi çıplık atıyordu hiçbir şey umrunda değildi. Kalçasını tokattan kıpkırmızı etmiştim. Bir süre sonra titredi ve yana devrild. Haliyle bende devrilmiştim. Ne olduğunu sorduğumda hiç böyle orgazm olmadığını ve ayaklarını tutamadığını söyledi. Arkasından çıkıp yanına yattım. İkimizde çıplak haldeydik. Bana bakıyordu ve yüzümü okşadı benim elim de göğüslerindeydi. Hastayım bu göğüslere dedim ve eğilim yalamay başladım teninin kokusu ile oldukça tahrik ediciydi. Hafif inliyordu ve bana duşa geçmemizi önerdi. Hemen kalktık. Ben önde o arkada yürüyorduk. Yürürken kalçamı mıncıkladı gülümsedim. Belden bağlamalımı çıkardım ikimiz duşa girdik. Islak teni daha da seksi olmuştu. Göğüslerine yumulmak istedim hemen başımı kaldırıp dudaklarımın ifadesini aldı. Sonra elini şampuanladı ve amımı götümü iyice yıkadı. Sonra eğilim yalamaya başladı. Hiç de acemi değildi. İki parmağını amıma sokarak kliotrisimi emiyordu. Kafasını iyice bastırmıştım çok zevk alıyorum. Ayağımın birini küvetin kenarına koyarak daha rahat yalaması sağladım. Oda dilini daha derinlere sokup içimde oynatıyordu. Bir süre sonra beni domalttı ve her iki deliğimi de yalamaya başladı zevktem resmen başım dönüyordu. Kalçalarımı öyle sıkarak ayırmıştı ki dilini oldukça derine sokabiliyordu. İlk defa dilin bu kadar içime girdiğini ve içimde kıvrandığını hissediyordum ve bu müthiş bir orgazma taşıyordu. Ve finale gelmiştim deli gibi boşalıyordum ve o da hiç durmadan zevk sıvılarımı emiyordu. Boşalmam bitince toparlandık. Önce o sonra ben yıkanıp çıktık. Odama geçtim biraz yatakta uzanayım derken uyumuş gitmişim. O gün hayatmın en güzel seksini ayşe ile yaşamıştım böyle beş altı defa daha yaptık.

YENGEMİ ÇAMAŞIR YIKARKEN GÖRÜNCE
Selam arkadaşlar, ben Hakan. 25 yaşındayım, bekarım. Aksaray’ın küçük bir köyünde yaşıyorum. Ben de size abimin karısı yengemi siktiğimi anlatacağım. Yengem ben daha 6 yaşındayken abimle evlendi ve bizim aileye gelin geldi. Abim şu anda 44 yaşında. Yengem ise 41, oldukça kilolu, 120 kilonun üzerinde, koca götlü, koca göğüslü, normal güzellikte köylü bir kadın. 3 çocukları var, en büyüğü kız evlendi ve yurtdışında yaşıyor. Geriye kalan 2 çocuk ta erkek, biri 16 ve en küçüğü 7 yaşında. Köyde abimle evlerimiz aynı avlunun içinde, dip dibe. Bundan 5 sene önce annemi, 2 sene önce de babamı kaybettik. Yani 2 senedir bizim evde ben tek kalıyorum. Bekar olduğum için, bizim evin işlerini ve temizliği falan da yengem yapar.

Askerden geldiğim günlerdi. Askerden gelen arkadaşlar bilir, çok azgındım. Bir sabah avludan gelen türkü sesiyle uyandım. Tül perdeden dışarı baktığımda gözlerime inanamadım. Yengem avluda türkü söyleyerek çamaşır yıkıyordu. Çömelmiş, önünde leğen, eteğini diz kapaklarına kadar toplamış ve alttan beyaz külotu görünüyordu. Aramızdaki mesafe 3 metre anca vardı. Yengemi ilk defa bu halde görüyordum, bu güne kadar ayak bileğini dahi çıplak görmemiştim. Bacakları çok kalın, ama bembeyaz, süt gibiydi. Tül perdenin arkasından yengemi röntgenlemeye başladım. Zaten azgındım ve yengemin bacaklarını ve külotuna sığmayan amını gördükçe daha bir felaket azdım, yarağım kazık gibi oldu. O ana kadar yengem hakkında en ufak cinsel bir düşüncem olmamıştı, ama o anda elim yarağıma gitti ve yengemi röntgenleyerek 31 çektim. O günden sonra yengem 31’lerimin kraliçesi oldu. Aklımdan yengemi sikme fikirleri de geçiyordu, ama hiç teşebbüs edemedim. Çünkü çok korkuyordum, yengem çok dindar, namuslu ve çok da ters biridir.

Bundan 8 ay evvel, abim yanında çalıştığı ağayla birlikte tarladan traktörle gelirlerken, traktör devrilmiş, ağa ölmüş ve abim de ölümden dönmüştü. Ama kazadan sonra abimin belden aşağısı tutmaz olmuştu. Hastane, doktor, iğne ilaç derken abim yatağa mahkum oldu ve yengemle de ayrı yatmaya başladılar. Abim televizyonlu odada, yengem de yatak odasında küçük oğluyla beraber yatıyordu. Abimin büyük oğlunu ise ablası, kazadan bir ay öncesinden eniştesinin yanına çalışmaya yurtdışına götürmüştü. Şimdi evde bir tek küçük oğlan ile kalmışlardı. Zamanla artık abim de, biz de abimin bu durumuna alıştık.

Günler böyle geçip gidiyordu, ama benim yengeme karşı arzum her gün biraz daha artıyordu. Bir kış günüydü, biraz abimle muhabbet edeyim diye onlara gittim. Ama yengem her odaya gidiş gelişinde her yeri löpür löpür sallanıyordu. Hele o geriye çıkık koca götü yok muydu, sanki eteğin içinde yastık varmış gibi duruyordu. Göğüslerine ise herhalde dar bir sütyen takmıştı ki, sütyen göğüslerini yukarı doğru sıkıştırmış, yanlardan biraz taşmış, ama dimdik duruyorlardı. Ben bunları görünce benim yarak hareketlenmeye başladı ve kalkık sikle abime yakalanmadan gitmek istedim. Vedalaşıp kalktım. Tam dış kapıdan çıkacakken yengem arkamdan seslendi, “Çay koydum!” diye. Ben de dönüp, “Yok sağol yenge, içmeyeceğim!” dedim. Ama benim yarak pantolona sığmıyordu. Yengem görmüştü yarağımın kalkık olduğunu, gözü önümdeydi. Bir şey demeden uzaklaştım ordan…

Birkaç gün sonra yengem yeğenimle gelerek, “Çocuk sabaha kadar uyumadı, ateşi var, şehire hastaneye götürelim!” dedi. “Tamam yenge!” deyip, komşulara arabaya baktım, ama herkes şehire gitmişti. Köy dolmuşu vardı, mecburen onu beklemeye başladık. O da hep tıka basa dolu oluyordu, üstelik o gün şehirde köylüler için kurulan pazar vardı. Sonunda dolmuş geldi, en arkada sadece 1 kişilik boş yer vardı. Arkadaki yaşlı kadın seslendi, “Evladım gelin buraya oturun, sıkışırız!” diye. Ben cam kenarına geçtim, yengem kadına dönük olarak aramıza oturdu, kadınlardan bir de yeğenimi kucağına aldı. Ve Dolmuş hareket etti. Ama yengemin koca kalçası tam önüme baskı yapıyor, götünün yarığını önümde hissediyordum. Doğal olarak benim yarak coştu, kazık gibi oldu. Bir yere de dönemiyorum, yarrağım yengemin devasa götünün yarığının arasına gömüldü sanki. Yengemin bunu hissetmemesi mümkün değildi. Çok korkuyordum. Ama bir terslik vardı, sanki yengem de kendini bana bastırıyordu. Neyse, kazasız belasız (küloduma boşalmadan) şehre geldik. Hiçbir şey olmamış gibi hastaneye gidip, yeğenimi muayene ettirdik. Sonra yine bir Dolmuşla köye geri döndük. Dönüşte bindiğimiz Dolmuş fazla kalabalık değildi.

Ertesi gün öğlene doğru yengem bizim evi temizlemeye geldi. Ama yengemin derdi temizlik değilmiş, divana oturdu ve “Gel otur şöyle bakalım, konuşalım biraz!” dedi. “Buyur yenge?” diyerek, yengemin yanına oturdum. Yengem direkt, “Utanmıyor musun sen?” dedi. “Ne oldu ki yenge?” dedim. “Bilmiyormuş gibi davranma! Dolmuştan bağsediyorum!” dedi. Ben de, “Yenge Dolmuş tıka basa doluydu, bunu kendin de biliyorsun, kımıldayacak yer mi vardı sanki?” dedim. Yengem, “Tabii tabii! Dolmuş dolu diye beni nerdeyse götümden siktin ulan!” deyince, ben utancımdan yerin dibine girdim. Yengem, “Demek kaynımın siki yengesine de kalkıyormuş!” dedi. Benim verecek cevabım yoktu, ama yengem böyle götlü sikli konuşunca, elimde olmadan benim yarak hareketlenmeye başlamıştı. Bu da yengemin gözünden kaçmadı tabii, “Bak bak, işte yine kalkıyor! Ne biçim erkeksin sen, insan hiç yengesine sikini kaldırır mı? Oğlum amsızlık başına mı vurdu senin?” dedi. Yengemin söyledikleri doğruydu, ama bunu söyleyiş tarzı çok zoruma gitmişti, “Yenge bak ayıp oluyor, böyle terbiyesiz terbiyesiz konuşma!” dedim. Yengem, “İyi valla, sen yengene yarrağını kaldırınca ayıp olmuyor da, ben böyle konuşunca mı ayıp oluyor?” dedi.

Birden tepem attı, “Yeter be! Benim başıma amsızlık vurmuşsa, senin başına da yarraksızlık vurmuş!” deyip, yengemi divana yatırdım ve üzerine çullandım, boynunu boğazını öpmeye başladım. Yengem, “Ne yapıyorsun? Ben senin yengenim, abinin karısıyım! Dur yapma! İstemiyorum!” diyor ve altımda debeleniyordu. Ben de, “Bal gibi de istiyorsun yenge, abim kaza yaptı yapalı erkeksizsin!” dedim. Yengem, “Orası öyle de, ama abini aldatmam mı gerek?” dedi. “Yenge, bırak naz yapmayı da, gel birbirimizin ateşini söndürelim, ikimiz de sikişmek için kuduruyoruz işte!” dedim ve devam ettim boynunu boğazını öpüp yalamaya. Bu arada benim yarrak yengemin koca göbeğine baskı yapıyor ve heyecandan dizlerim titriyordu. Yengemi sarmalamıştım, ama yengem kollarımın arasına sığmıyor, ellerim kalçalarına yetişmiyordu. Ama her yeri yumuşacıktı. Boynundan sonra yüzüne, dudaklarına öpücükler kondurmaya başladığımda, artık yengem de debelenmeyi bıraktı. Şimdi yengemin koca memelerini okşuyordum, ama onlar da ellerime sığmıyordu…

Yasak ilişki olduğundan olsa gerek, çok zevk alıyordum, çünkü kollarımın arasındaki kadın benim abimin karısıydı, yengemdi. Yengem de sonunda naz yapmayı bırakmış ve dudaklarıma yapışmıştı. Dudakları çok kalındı ve dudaklarımı öyle bir emiyordu ki, anlatamam. Yengem sonra elini benim eşofmandan içeri soktu. Yarrağımı elleyince birden durdu ve yüzüme bakarak, “Bu ne lan?” dedi. “Ne oldu yenge?” dedim. “Ulan bu ne biçim yarak böyle, keser sapı gibi!” dedi. Ben de, “O keser sapını şimdi senin amına köküne kadar sokacam!” dedim. Yengem yarağımı eşofmanımdan çıkarıp baktı ve “Ohhh, tam amıma göreymiş!” dedi. Divan hiç rahat değildi, kalkıp yatak odama geçtik. Yengem hemen soyunmaya başladı. Benim kalbim öyle bir atıyor ki, sanki yerinden çıkacak. Yengem soyundukça ben azıyorum. Bir de kırmızı bir sütyen takmış ki, göğüsleri her yerinden taşmış. Sütyenini çıkartınca göğüsleri ta göbeğinin üstüne düştü. Göğüs başının 10-15 santim çevresi simsiyah, ama vücudunun geri kalan kısmı bembeyaz, süt gibi, leke yok. Göğüs uçları ise fındıktan daha büyük, tam emilmelik…

Eteğini de çıkarınca ben bir tuhaf oldum, altında yine kırmızı, dantelli bir külot vardı. Ama beni tuhaf eden külot değil, yengemin göbeğiydi. Göbeği çok aşağıya sarkık ve göbek deliğinden aşağıya doğru göt yarığı gibi duruyordu. Göbek kısmı ise çok buruşuktu. Kollarının üst kısmı, benim bacağım kadar kalın ve etliydi. Bir bacağı ise, benim iki bacağımdan daha kalındı. Bu arada ben de boxerime kadar soyunmuştum. Ben boxer ile, yengem de külotla, yatağa girdik. Yorganın altında ben boxerimi çıkardım, yengem de külotunu çıkarıp yastığın kenarına koydu. Yengem yatağa sırt üstü uzanmıştı, bense tam üstünde değil hafif yan dönmüş şekilde, yengemin yüzünü öpüyor, kulak memelerini emiyor, bir yandan da koskoca göğüslerini yoğuruyordum. Yengemin göbeğine elimi attım. Göbeği buruşuk olduğu için, elim sanki pütür pütür bir şeylere değiyordu. Bu arada öpüşüyorduk ve yengem dilini ağzımın içine sokmuş, ben de dilini emiyordum…

10 dakika falan öpüştük. Yengem kısık bir sesle, “Dayanamıyorum, hadi artık sok amıma, amımın içinde soba yanıyor sanki!” dedi. Ben de, “Sabret yenge! Merak etme o gördüğün keser sapı gibi yarrağı amının dibine kadar oturtacağım!” dedim. Yengem, “Hadi aslan kayınım, sok amıma yarrağını, sik yengeni!” diyor, beni daha da çıldırtıyordu. Ama öyle hemen sikmeyecektim, tadını çıkaracaktım. Göğüslerine yumuldum, güzelece o siyah kısmı yaladıktan sonra, ağzımın içine alabildiğim kadar alıp emmeye başladım. Süt kokan memelerini öyle bir emiyorum ki, yengem zevkten kuduruyordu. Fındık gibi ucunu dudaklarımın arasında iyice bir eziyor, sonra var gücümle içime çekiyorum. Yengem çığlık atacak, ama atamıyor, ağzına yorganı almış, inleyerek burnundan soluyordu. Göğüslerinden göbeğine indim. Göbeğini avuçladıkça elime et doluyor, iyi bir sıkıyorum, dilimi göbeğinin koca deliğine sokup sokup çıkarıyorum, dilimle göbeğini sikiyordum adeta. Göbek kısmındaki etleri ağzıma alıp somuruyordum. Bu kadar zevkli kılan ise, şu an her yerini emdiğim 3 çocuk annesi kadının, abimin karısı, yani yengem olmasıydı…

“Bacaklarını topla yenge!” dedim. Yengem, “Niye?” dedi. Ben de, “Amını yalayacam!” dedim. Yengem şaşırmıştı, “Am yalanır mı hiç?” dedi. “Yalanır, sen bana bırak!” dedim. Yengem ise, “Hadi kurban olayım sok yarağını amıma artık!” deyip, beni mahvediyordu. Yorganın altında amını göremiyordum. Dilimi değdirdiğimde yengemden, “Ihhh!” diye bir ses çıktı. Dilim, baya büyük, biraz da pütürlü bir şeye değmişti. Merak ettim ve elimle yokladım amını, kocaman bir yarıktı. Elimi yukarıya doğru götürdüğümde ise, elime kocaman bir şey geldi. Merakla yorganı açıp bakmak istedim. Yorganı açınca, yengem, “Ne oluyor? Yorganı kapat, üşüyorum!” dedi. Ben de, “Sikeceğim amı görmek istedim sadece!” dedim. Yengem, “Bildiğin am işte! Hadi, yanıyor amım, sok yarrağını!” dedi. Ama ben yengemin amını görünce şok olmuştum. Yengemin amı gerçekten çok büyük, aşırı sekilde kabarık, derin bir çizgi, yaklaşık 20 santim uzunluğunda. Amındaki kılları ise arpa boyu kadar vardı. Ama beni bundan çok şaşırtan, biraz önce dilime değen o kocaman pütürlü şeyin, klitorisi olmasıydı. İlk defa böyle bir şey görüyordum. Siktiğim orospuların amlarını da görmüştüm, porno filmlerdeki kadınların amlarını da görmüştüm, ama böyle bir şey ilk defa görüyordum. Yengemin klitorisi Ceviz büyüklüğünde, çok kaygan ve biraz da pütürlüydü.

O koca klitorisi avucumun içine alıp, sıkmaya ve okşamaya başladım. Yengemin aldığı zevkle gözünden yaşlar gelmişti. Yengem tekrar üşüdüğünü söyleyince, yorganı tepemize çektim, yengemin geriye yasladığı bacaklarını kollarımla alttan sıkıca kavrayıp, kafamı yengemin o koca amına gömdüm. Dilimi amının derin yarığına sokup alttan yukarıya doğru yalıyordum. Burnum klitorisine değince duruyor ve o büyük klitorisi ağzımın içine alıp, güzelce emiyordum. Klitorisi ağzımı komple dolduruyordu ve var gücümle içime çeke çeke emiyordum. Amının koca dudaklarını parmaklarımla ayırıp, dilimi amının deliğinin içine sokuyordum. Ağzımın içi yengemin amının sularıyla yapış yapış olmuştu. Fakat çok güzel tadı vardı, amından akan suların hepsini yaladım yuttum. Sonra yorganın altından çıkıp, yengemin kafa hizasına geldim. Yengem kısık bir sesle, “Beni öldürdün!” dedi. Ben de, “Güzel değil miydi yani?” dedim. “Güzel ne demek, şahaneydi! Abin hiç yapmazdı böyle, sadece üstüme çıkar, 1-2 değinip inerdi. Sonra da iyi siktiğini zannederek övünürdü!” dedi. Ben de, “Yenge, sana sikişmek nasıl oluyor gösterecem!” dedim. Ağzımı yengemin külotuna sildim ve tekrar öpüşmek istedim.

Yengem dudaklarını kaçırıp, “Hani, ne zaman sikeceksin? Akşam oldu, daha yarağını amıma sokmadın!” dedi. “Sokacam sokacam merak etme, ama önce sen de benim yarağımı bir yala bakalım, ondan sonra!” dedim. Yengem çekine çekine yorganın altına girip, yarağımı 2 eliyle gövdesinden tutup, kafasına dilini değdirmeye başladı. “Ağzına al, em!” dediğimde, “Kafası çok büyük, ağzıma sığmaz!” dedi ve ağzına sığdırabildiği kadarını alıp, emmeye başladı. Ama öyle bir emiyor ki, ‘Cork, cork!’ ses çıkıyor. Gövdesinden de sıkıca tutmuş, yarağımın damarları patlayacak zannettim. Kalbim sanki yarağımın kafasında atıyordu. Yengem yarağımı biraz daha emdikten sonra yorganın altından çıkıp, “Tamam, isteğini yaptım, hadi şimdi sik beni!” diyerek yanıma sırt üstü yattı.

Artık benim de fazla sabredecek halim kalmamıştı, yengemin kalın bacaklarının arasına girdim. Yengem yastığın birini koca götünün altına koydu, amı kabak gibi ortaya çıktı. Yarrağımı kökünden tutup, kafasıyla yengemin amına birkaç kere sertçe vurdum, sonra amının yarığına güzel bir fırça çektim, o büyük klitorisine yarağımın kafasını biraz sürttüm. Yengem kafasını bir oraya bir buraya çevirip duruyor, “Hadi sok artık!” diye yalvarıyordu. Bacaklarının arasına güzelce yerleştim, yengemin dev cüssesinin üstünde çocuk gibi kalmıştım. Sadece kafalarımız yorganın dışındaydı. Yengemin amı sırıl sıklam ve çok aşırı kaygan olmuştu. Yarrağım yengemin amına santim santim giriyordu. Yengemle göz gözeydik ve nefeslerimiz birbirine karışıyordu. Ani bir hareketle öyle bir yüklendim ki, yarrağım yengemin amının dibine kadar oturdu. Yengemden öyle bir, “Ohhh!” çıktı ki, anlatamam. Yengem bacaklarıyla beni içine hapsetti ve yüzüme zevkle karışık acıyla bakarak, “Yarrağın mideme kadar oturdu!” dedi…

Yengem bacaklarını gevşettiğinde, ben de yavaş yavaş amına girip çıkmaya başladım. Birkaç dakika sonra tempomu giderek hızlandırdım. Artık yengemin amına her vurduğumda, taşaklarım yengemin götüne çarpıyordu. Yengem de o kalın yumuşacık kollarıyla beni sıkıca sarmıştı. Var gücümle yengemin amının en dip noktalarını yarağımın kafasıyla dövüyordum. Yengem boynumu boğazımı, nerem denk gelirse koparacak gibi emiyordu. Ben 15 dakika deli gibi pompaladıktan sonra yorulmuştum ve artık boşalmak istiyordum, ama önce yengem boşalsın diye bekliyordum. Yengeme sordum, “Boşalmıyor musun daha?” diye. Yengem kısık bir sesle, “Üçüncüye boşalacam!” dediğinde şaşırmıştım. “Ben de boşalmak üzereyim, beraber boşalalım!” dedim. Yengem, “Tamam canım!” deyip, bir süre sonra da, “Ben geliyorum!” diye inledi. “Ben de geliyorum!” deyip, son defa bir yüklendim ve içine patladım. Döllerim şelale gibi geliyordu, hiç bitmeyecek zannetim, boşaldıkça boşalıyordum. Yengem de, “Aslan kayınım, sula yengenin yanan amını! Ohhh!” diyerek inliyordu…

Hayatımda hiçbir şeyden bu kadar zevk almamıştım. Keyifle bir sigara yaktım. Sigaramı içerken de yengeme, ilk defa onu çamaşır yıkarken bacaklarını ve külotunu görüp 31 çektiğimi anlattım. Yengem de gülerek, “Seni hınzır seni! Ama bir daha 31 çekip döllerini boşa akıtırsan, valla öldürürüm seni! Bundan sonra hep beni sikeceksin!” dedi ve dudaklarımdan öptü. Sonra da, “Ben gideyim artık, daha yemek yapacam!” diyerek, giyinip gitti…

Ertesi sabah yine avludan gelen türkü sesiyle uyandım. Pencereden baktığımda, yengem yine çamaşır yıkıyordu. Ama bu sefer eteği kapalıydı, hiçbir yeri görünmüyordu. Pencereyi açıp, “Günaydın yenge!” dedim. Yengem de gülümseyerek, “Günaydın!” dedi ve gözlerimin içine bakarak eteğini diz kapaklarına kadar sıyırdı. Altına külot giymemişti, gülerek bana amını gösteriyordu. Ben de şakasına 31 çekiyormuş gibi yapınca, yengem hemen eteğini indirdi ve kaşlarını çatıp, “Öldürürüm valla seni!” dedi :))

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.

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.”

“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.

There is no one under the age of 18 involved in any sexual situations in this story.

WHY I BECAME AN ESCORT

An escort is, at its root, a fancy name for a call girl or prostitute. Although my dates don’t always include sex, let’s face it, most do and I’m okay with that. I always charge for the dates even if there is no sex so consequently that makes me a prostitute by most definitions. But depending on who, what or where, I might only be arm candy for a single or even a married man, a woman, or even a couple. If you happen to be in my area and need someone to accompany you for a party or event that you need a partner for, I could be your girl. Even if all you desire is someone to accompany you for dinner and intelligent conversation, I can do that. If you want to go to your hotel for some good old fashioned monkey sex, I can do that also, but any after date time is considered off the clock and I normally let the client tip me instead of having a set rate. It sounds more complicated than it actually is, the date costs a set price but like most people in the service industry, tips are encouraged. Bigger tips means better service between the sheets. And I am very good at what I can do between those sheets. My repertoire ranges from vanilla fucking and sucking to most kinks including anal. I don’t allow any pee or scat or bdsm or any form of restraints unless I know the client very well, and I don’t know anyone that well. No means no and if you aren’t satisfied, the date ends right there and you get a refund, you will never get another date as well.

So this is my occupation. My name is Gidgit Anderson and I’m a high priced escort. I date people for money and, if they want to, they will get lucky. I’m a sure thing. I’m totally free of any dating service or controlling pimp. I have my own client list so there is no one but myself or my best friend Debra Peterson to schedule my ‘dates’. I am also the one in charge of collecting my pay. My rates are controlled only by me. I do charge by the hour, usually, but if travel is involved I have a set daily and weekly rate that I adhere to.

So your next question is probably along the lines of; can I support myself? The answer is yes! I am doing quite well. I have been in the business for five years and I have a million eight hundred thousand put aside in various interest bearing accounts. I have a goal of two million before I will think of changing occupations, if I ever do.

Do I enjoy what I do? The answer is, mostly, yes I do. I love sex. I always have. My only issues have been with men that insist that condoms are not their thing, to which I always reply that they are not an option, period, end of story. STDs are too easily passed on and some could be with you for life so, no glove, no love. I cannot trust anyone with my health, even if I have to turn down several thousand for an after date shagging, and I have done just that.

Now for the big one and the reason for this story. Why did I become an escort? That’s a bit more complicated. First let me describe myself. I am now 26, long thick raven black hair and light blue, almost gray, eyes. I have been told that I am beautiful by many people but I think I’m just very attractive. I mean who can honestly self judge themselves? Im 5’8″ 120lbs. My measurements are 36-26-36. My breasts are a healthy c or modest d cup depending on the bra that I wear. There isn’t any sag to my breasts and my sensitive nipples still point skyward. I have a slim abdomen with a flat tummy. I like to dress sexy but not slutty but when I’m working I usually let the client and the reason for the date dictate my attire. I don’t have a big butt like is so popular today. My butt is nicely rounded and can and has stopped traffic. My legs are slender and nicely shaped. They look amazing when I wear a pair of four or five inch heels. I don’t smoke but I do drink occasionally and while I am working and never have I taken recreational drugs. I practice yoga, swim and exercise religiously at a health club near me. In fact I have gotten several dates from meeting people at the health club. But I digress.

I became an escort because of a failed marriage. I married my ex right out of high school. He was only the third man that I had been with sexually. He was 6 years older than me and thought he was some type of high powered attorney with visions of a partnership. One of the criteria for his advancement was that I would become a shared asset of the company. I disagreed. When the plan was explained to me the shit hit the fan so to speak. I made it abundantly clear to my then hubby that I was not going to be passed back and forth like a new toy by these men and women. Yes there were some women partners that wanted a piece of me too. At the time, I shivered at the thought of having sex with another woman.

So my ex-hubbys career was suddenly stalled. I stood my ground. So what did ex-hubby do? He found someone else to fill my little black dress and cfm heels. When he found someone with fewer morals görükle escort bayan than I had and no problem spreading her legs for the partners, he promptly had me served with divorce papers. When his shark got done with my shark we were broke, at least I was. The only asset that I was able to keep was my parents’ old home that was willed to me before I married in place of any spousal support and a few thousand dollars. The man had no moral compass other than what pointed to what he wanted. I am happy to be rid of him and I have never regretted the separation from that dirtbag. I’m obsessing now.

After the divorce was final I did a quick accounting of my assets. With no further income, I was a 20 year old divorcee living in a home with a modest mortgage, (I took out a low interest loan for some home improvements and updating the kitchen to bring it into the 21st century.) But I also had no job. My ex-hubby was adamant that his wife wouldn’t have to work. I had a mortgage payment, taxes, upkeep on the property, car payment and insurance, (insurance, what a racket!) My attorney couldn’t get any spousal support so I had to get a job and fast. Then came my hero to save the day, my oldest friend Deb

============= Debbra Peterson=============

Debbra was my age, maybe five foot eight, hair the color of a copper penny, smoking hot body with big breasts and curvy hips, single and apparently very successful. Although, until that night, I had no idea what she did for a living. She was over one evening shortly after my divorce was final. We were drinking wine as I told her about my problems with money and we were kicking ideas around with no progress.

“You know Gidgit, you have a lot going for you if you use what you have the right way,” she slowly said.

“What are you talking about Deb? What job skills do I have to use? I don’t have a college education. My work references stopped while I was in high school. I have essentially been a kept woman since my disastrous marriage began. My work experience includes shopping, cooking, cleaning, looking good and fucking. Shopping just costs more money. Cooking and cleaning pay minimum wage at best. That leaves looking good and fucking. While I do admit to being fairly attractive and pretty good in the sack I’m not going to stand on a street corner waiting for my next paycheck.” I said while in my maudlin mood.

“Don’t sell yourself short Gidgit. For one thing you have an amazing body and the sultry looks to go with it. I would love to have your hair and those legs.” She stopped in thought, “Gidgit what if I showed you how to not only pay your bills but put money away. Lots of money.”

“How much money are we talking? And what do I have to do for it? I’m not going to get involved in any type of drug deals or anything illegal. My ex would have a good laugh if he knew I got myself in trouble with the law,” I said.

“Would you consider being a professional escort? What would you do for a thousand bucks? Would you date a stranger and maybe show him a good time after your date if he wanted some pussy? How about eight k for a two day weekend. Would you be up for that? How about ten large for accompanying someone on a three day cruise or a week in Vegas, all of your expenses paid by your client? Would you be up for that?” She smiled again. “How would you like to have a walk-in closet full of designer labels and a new luxury car in your garage? You have the assets to accomplish all those things. Here is another thing. When was the last time that you got laid? Was it good or just boring married vanilla sex?”

She had me there. It had been six months since I had any type of sex with anything but BOB, (my battery operated boyfriend.) “Ok, I get your point Deb but I don’t know the first thing about being a call girl or hooker or, what did you call it?” I asked.

“Professional Escort is the proper term but don’t get ahead of yourself just yet. First, are you even semi articulate? Do you know anything about sports? Politics? Fashion? Can you spend an afternoon or evening or even an entire day with a perfect stranger, then fuck them for half the night and then walk away with no feelings for that person? Because that’s what you would have to do. Strictly sex with no commitments. What if you know that your client is married? Would you have a problem fucking a married man? What about if it’s a married woman? Would you spend an evening and a night with her for two thousand bucks?” She finished.

“Deb, is that what you do for a living because you seem to know an awful lot about the mechanics. But before you answer that I will tell you that for that kind of money I would do most of that, if the money was as you say it is,” I said.

“Oh the money is there all right. In fact if you want, I could set you up with just my overflow and pay your bills. Yes, I’m an escort. I date men, and sometimes women and even a few couples. We don’t always have sex but I’m not complaining because I have several repeats altıparmak eskort that can rock my world. Gidgit, just think about it for a few days. I know it’s a big jump from your old lifestyle. You won’t be a kept woman anymore though. You would be in control and no one man controlling your life ever again. I’m not gonna lie, there are a few assholes out there. But put up with them and their money spends the same. What do you think?”

I couldn’t find any negatives in her argument.

“Give me a few days to mull it over Deb. That’s a huge lifestyle change for me and if my ex ever got wind of my new occupation he would be on me like stink on shit.”

“Listen Gidgit, so what if your ex finds out. You are a free woman now. You are divorced. That means you don’t have to listen to him anymore. He doesn’t own you nor can he control you. In all likelihood he is too busy banging all the other worn out wives where he works. He also is probably too occupied with who his new slut is banging to worry about you. Listen, you are old news to him. Just keep a low profile and everything will be fine. So what do you say sweetie?”

“Okay it sounds like what I’m looking for Deb. One final question though. How much money are we actually talking about here? Nothing specific, just in general, a normal year.”

“How about if I show you instead.” she said as she reached into a coach purse that was worth several thousand dollars. She pulled her new I-phone out and started tapping on the screen. Several taps later she showed me the screen. “This is current as of this afternoon. I started this account six months ago and it is one of three.” She showed me the screen that was an accounting of her investments along with the total. It was worth over 500k.

I was speechless.

“Obviously I have been very busy this year and I have tried to maximize my take home by concentrating on my most profitable clients but I’m starting to get burned out to be honest. I haven’t taken any time for myself in weeks. That’s another reason for you to join me. I have to turn down one out of three clients now and I turn down all of the referrals but together we could really clean up. Also, I can’t tell you how many times someone has asked me if I have a girl to partner with. Someone that’s up for a threesum or to join with another couple in a foursome. I had one client recently that was ready to triple my rate if I could bring in another attractive woman for the night. She tapped my arm with her phone. I charge a minimum of 2k per 8 hours and no bdsm or kinky shit like pee or scat. Just straight up hot nasty sex. You could live comfortably with just the clients I turn away. So what do you say? Are you in? We can partner for a while until you build your own client list. Please baby, I really could use the help.”

I was amazed. She had 500k in her investment account? Did she say she had three accounts? To be brutally honest I was broke and had not gotten laid since weeks before my asswipe of an ex hit me with divorce papers and I was horny. My BOB, (battery operated boyfriend), was nearing his expiration date also. So sex wouldn’t be an issue from here on out, if I did this. Did she mention travel? Cruises?

I didn’t want to make a snap decision so I wussed out for the moment.

“Can I sleep on this Deb? I will call you first thing tomorrow, promise.”

“Sure Gidgit. But don’t keep me in suspense. I have an idea, how about if we go shopping tomorrow. If you’re in then we can start on your new wardrobe. If not, you can help me with mine. Sound good?”

“Sounds perfect. What time will you be here?”

“Ninish?

“Great! See you then sweetie”

With that I saw her to the door and she wrapped her arms around me, smashing her boobs onto mine as she hugged me very close, kissing me somewhere between my cheek and my lips. Ten minutes after she left I was still touching my buzzing cheek.

I tossed and turned for hours that night, thinking about her proposal. Deb was one of my oldest and dearest friends. We had been friends since grade school and had graduated from high school together and, while she went to college, I became a sex object for my asshat ex-hubby. How could he even consider pimping his wife to those dirtbags he worked for?

Old news. Anyway, when Deb got her degree in business, the economy was in the tank in our part of the world. That must have been when she hatched her escort idea (I found out later that she was in the business way before then. Before college even. I never knew.). She had always seemed busy and until tonight I had always wondered why. Now I knew. My bff was a hooker. No not a hooker, an Escort, a high priced call girl, or Professional Escort to be precise. Could I do that? Could I hook up with a strange man or a woman or even a couple with my pussy being a sure thing? What would be the protocol for an escort? Would I be wined and dined at the very least? What about STDs? Condoms would be mandatory for sure. nilüfer escort Should I get a depo provera shot instead of taking birth control pills just to be safe? I had so many questions. Finally I closed my eyes and slept.

At 8:00 am my alarm sounded off. I felt like I had not slept much but I suddenly felt excited. Sometime during the night I had decided, I was going to do this. I was going to be a partner with Deb. I was going to be an escort, and if I could stand faking an orgasm, like with my ex, I would be perfect at my new job.

Deb rang me from her car when she arrived then she showed up at my door looking delicious. I’m really not into women per say but even I would fuck her looking like that. She wore an electric blue, short, tight, I mean skin tight dress with the neckline plunging nearly to her navel and almost no back. Of course she wouldn’t be able to wear panties or a bra with this dress because of everything showing.She wore a pearl necklace and matching pearl earrings. Her cfm heels had to be five inches with straps around her ankles, open toed powder blue satin. I was wearing a button up top, skinny jeans and sneakers and felt like an underdressed waife next to her.

“God Deb! You look good enough to eat in that outfit.” I exclaimed. “Where do you want to start?” I figured we would be leaving right away.

“Gidgit girl, you need to dress up for today. Do you have an LBD? You know, a little black dress? Anything but jeans and sneakers. In fact, let’s see what your closet is like before we leave.

I was so embarrassed to show Deb the pitiful state of my clothing selection. Did I mention that my ex was super cheap along with being a creep. Well he was. I had several nice outfits but nothing in the category that Deb was wearing.

“Hmmm, not much here though this might work for today.” Deb pulled a dress out that I hadn’t worn in a long time. Salmon colored chiffon, the top of my boobs would be on display because it wasn’t designed to be worn with a bra and it was very short. My ex had picked it out right before the end of my marriage and I always suspected that it was my ‘bait’ costume for the partners. He had always liked to show me off and showing everyone the goods was going to get him the partnership, he felt. ‘Well surprise, surprise you dirtbag,’ I thought as Deb was digging through my shoes.

“Here these will do for today,” Deb handed my tan 2″ heels. “No bra and no panties though. You don’t want the lines to show and judging by what I see in here you will need a complete wardrobe. When we get back today you will look and feel like a new woman.”

“Deb, I can’t go out dressed like that. My titties will bounce all over, my nipples will show and as short as this hemline is I will probably be taking someone’s picture every time I bend over.” I laughed as I said it.

“Look sweetie with a body like yours, you NEED to advertise. You are going to be very popular when you start in the business, you are going into the business aren’t you? You never said outright that you would help me out.”

It was crunch time. Go into the escort business with Deb as my mentor or live a life of poverty and need. I had no job, no boyfriends and no prospects for either. My mortgage payment was due next week and most of my other bills were piling up. I was at a crossroad. I pulled my top and sports bra off and slid my jeans and panties down and off then stood up naked in front of my friend and looked her in the eye.

“Yes Deb. I’ll help you out but, I’m going to lean on you heavily for guidance until I get my bearings. I mean, yes, I’ll do it but you will have to show me the ropes. I assume that there are some things that I’ll have to learn since you are the pro and I’m the newbie.”

“Don’t worry about it, honey. Whatever you want to know, all you have to do is ask. For now we will work as a team and I’ll keep your schedule light until you feel comfortable going out on your own. Then as long as we stay in touch, we can coordinate our dates in case one or the other of us needs a wingman or double. By the way, I’ve never asked and you have never told me, have you ever been with another woman? I know that, in the past, we have never fooled around.”

“Ummm, no. Is that part of the job? I mean do I have to actually kiss another woman or lick her pussy? I feel kind of embarrassed to admit that. I mean don’t most girls experiment in high school or college? I guess I never felt the urge or had the opportunity. Debra, I have so much to learn!”, I said as I slid the dress over my curves. It took some shifting around but I soon had my girls mostly under wraps. At least my areola and nipples were out of sight. I felt so naughty to be going out in public commando though.

While I was briefly naked Deb was checking me out critically. “Sweetie with a body like that you won’t have any trouble getting dates with men or women. Don’t worry about being with another woman, I’ll take care of that for now, just remember the rules. Make sure that he wears a raincoat, get paid upfront for a one night stand, make sure that your client is satisfied when you leave them and most importantly get really good at faking an orgasm. Most men think they are super studs but very few are. That’s the high spots for now so let’s go hit the town baby!”