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My girlfriend, Megan and I got into a huge argument one evening. She was completely out of line, IMO.

She and I were standing in the kitchen late in the afternoon on a Friday, smoking a joint, going through snail mail and discussing dinner, when I got a text. I didn’t look at it right away. I was reading the mail. My fucked up mistake. Knowing how she lacks emotional control, especially jealousy, I knew I shouldn’t have ignored the phone, but I WAS REALLY, REALLY STONED. When I did ignore it, she asked if I knew my phone went off. I could’ve lied to avoid what was inevitably going to happen here, but instead I just grunted a sound answering her.

I kept checking the mail. This made her even madder. Then the phone went off again. OH SHIT, better grab it, I thought. I was too late getting to my phone. She had it, opened it (I had no biometric settings activated) and it opened straight to the text messages. It suddenly hit my stoned awareness who the text was from and I went to snatch the phone outta her hand. She saw me coming a mile away (I’m really stoned) and pulled the phone to her side and took off scampering down the hall.

“You stupid god damn motherfucking asshole!” she screamed! “Fuck you!”

I knew she saw the message.

“Who the fuck is Vanessa,” she screeched in a very irritating tone. “Who the fuck is she?”

“She’s a coworker,” I said truthfully.

“Fuck you,” she kept high pitch squealing. “Lying Motherfucker!”

“Calm down, babe,” I started saying.

“Don’t you fucking tell me to calm down, you fucking bastard,” she screamed, tears streaming down her face.

“It’s not what you’re imagining,” I swore to her.”

“Then, what?” she said, wiping her tears, her tone turning heavy, she’s gritting her teeth and with an evil snarl and over emphasizing the first part, she says, “T-h-e-n b-y a-l-l m-e-a-n-s, PLEASE FUCKING TELL ME WHAT I’M IMAGINING, ASSHOLE!”

I remained motionless, looking away in deep thought recognizing I was in deep shit here, having spoken my words without the slightest bit of thought first. I thought, you dumbass, you walked right into that one. But, as hard as I tried, I was unable to think of a good enough answer. The longer I paused, she grew more livid by the second. I was enjoying this and getting turned on, too, so I let a few more seconds intentionally pass so I could acknowledge and indulge my sadistic side. Asshole, I know.

I must have pushed it too far, because she moved towards me in my chair like an attacking feline and then pounced straight into me, catching me by surprise. She must be really pissed is all I thought as her momentum and 115lb. body weight knocked me off the chair. As I started to get up, she again surprised me, knocking my leg out from under me and dropped herself on my stomach looking at me with black devil hatred in her eyes. Holy shit, I was more stoned than I thought cuz I didn’t anticipate any of this!

Trying to pin me down, she started making her hands into tight fists and tried raining down a barrage of punches to my face and chest. I was actually amused by her display, and when I let out a chuckle while deflecting her raging blows, she let out a guttural sound of sheer inexplicability in words. She must be possessed after all, I thought, realizing I’ve had enough of her outburst and punches so as I began to stand up, I shoved her off me. She was still kicking and punching the air when she hit the floor.

“Bitch,” I said as I walked out and slammed the door.

Having a cigarette on the patio, cooling off, I thought of her words of anger. I was fucking pissed at her. Twenty minutes later, the garage door opened and off she went. Thank God, I thought.

She said some fucked up shit. I was pissed. And I wanted revenge. So I went to her best friends house with 1 thing in mind: revenge sex on my girl. And damn did I get revenge. I immediately began to tell Lisa about my fight with Megan, hoping to initiate sympathy which seemed the easiest path to get what I wanted from Lisa. She and Megan were very close for many years until Megan pissed her off a couple days ago, so she was down for my plan.

We immediately stripped and animal instincts kicked in. I hard balled her for 20 minutes before I blew my wad. I felt bad, but Lisa was tighter and sexier than Megan. I couldn’t hold back. I told her she was way tighter than Megan and hope she didn’t mind me finding her attractive causing me to cum sooner than expected.

She seemed to eat up my compliments.

While we waited for round two to begin she started telling me some of her fantasies in an effort to get me to round 2 faster. Lisa told me about this one time she got pretty high at a party and tells me she fucked four different dudes in that one night. She said that night changed her. She learned to give in to her body. She liked the attention of 4 boys, she admitted. But what I really like is to be dominated and I really like taboo shit. Like fucking you when Megan doesn’t know. That shit gets me off when I fuck a görükle escort bayan guy I’m not supposed to. I get all warm, tingly and wet and I can’t control myself. I just get off on forbidden acts. I like to fuck guys I know or have known that have girlfriends that I know. I like the secrecy. I like the feeling of “HA! Bitch! If you only knew what I just did to your man! Plus, it gives me power over the men,” he says.

“Holy shit,” I burst out laughing as my cock began to twitch to life again hearing what a naughty secretive little slut Lisa admits to being.

Lisa told me about this one house party where she fucked her best friends boyfriend early and blew him later that night sneaking around. She admitted her being dominated is a turn-on. She admitted being an exhibitionist. Combining the two, well, I guess that’s her wheelhouse. She wants to be socially restrained while she orgasms from the cock of one of her close female friends, showing off her body while getting pounded for onlookers.

That vision tattooed in my head of that naughty behavior had me full mast hard and ready for round two. In seconds, I’m balls deep in her again, listening to her openly share her sex life. Then she surprised me by saying, wanna record me cumming on your cock so you can throw it in Megan’s face when you break up? Aroused and shocked, but still hard and inside her tight pussy, so, obviously, I agreed. She recorded herself blowing me. And her taking me up her ass. Allowing me to tie her up and spank her. It was the ultimate revenge fuck.

After blowing a load in her, we both lie panting and sweaty trying to regain ourselves. A couple minutes later she rolled on top of me and asked what Megan and I were arguing about?

I told her “I got a text from a coworker inviting me to her house for a company swim party & BBQ the following weekend.”

“That doesn’t sound like fighting words,” Lisa says.

“That part was fine. It’s the part where she said bathing suits optional and that I was the only person invited.”

“Oh, shit”, she exclaimed. “Are you banging her? Only if you wanna tell me….” she says, eyeing me up boosting my confidence to tell her.

“Nothing to tell. She’s been with the company 4 months and I hardly know her. It just doesn’t make sense why she would send that to me?”

“When was it sent?”

“It’s what started the fight tonight, I answered. My phone was unlocked and on the kitchen counter and we were talking about what to eat for dinner when the text came in. Megan was closest and as she’s passing it to me, she read the message on the screen. That’s when shit hit the fan.”

“Megan immediately jumped to conclusions that I’m a cheating dog, a liar etc. etc. without any thought as to my innocence. Tried & convicted in a span of 10 seconds in her mind.”

Lisa says “Damn, that does sound like Megan, tho. But, not so good for you,” she teased.

I continued, “Then Megan starts telling me all this fucked up shit, like “two can play that game, mister” or “I’m just gonna ride the first cock that says hello to me. In fact, I’m gonna find a couple of guys and let them have me, you cheating motherfucker!”

“Well”, Lisa asks?

“Well what?”

“Are you fucking the coworker,” she asked?

“No. She’s not really my type.”

“But Megan doesn’t know that,” Lisa says.

“Megan could mean what she says”, Lisa informed me.

“What the fuck does that mean?”

Lisa goes on to tell me that in the decade they’ve been best friends, Lisa learned that Megan has a wild streak, for sure.

Again, I asked “what the fuck?”

Lisa told me that she and Megan have pulled some shenanigans in their time.

Again, I asked “what the fuck?”

This one time, we had been hired as the only 2 girls at a hotel bachelor party. She told me how they got naked and gave private dances.

I knew Megan had a fairly wild side before we met. It made her sexier to me. So hearing this didn’t necessarily surprise me. But her never mentioning it, didn’t sit right especially because we openly discuss past experiences, previous relationships, hookups, fantasies and kinks. We’ve always been candid about that.

“She never mentioned that one,” I told Lisa.

“Makes me wonder what else I don’t know about her,” I wondered out loud.

“But the thought of her doing that, well, after tonight, the thought of both of you getting naked for a group at a bachelor party does make my dick wake up,” I admitted.

“I can see that”, Lisa acknowledges, and continues talking as she starts stroking my rapidly expanding cock, “We both put on a show for the boys that night. When she orgasmed all over my fingers, her grunting, panting was such a turn on, that’s when a couple of the guys joined us, we both just gave them access.”

Hearing Lisa tell me she and Megan gave a couple guys access to their naked bodies made me grab Lisa and force her mouth on my cock. She got me fully hard instantly. I fucked her face like I meant to be fucking her face.

Then altıparmak eskort she pops me out, and breathing heavily says, “fuck me again, right now!” Never one to need an invitation, I aggressively obliged my new friends request. I sank into her and began hammering her with my hips and slapping her ass with my balls. I started fucking her more viciously this time.

I told her again, truthfully, how much tighter and sexier she was than Megan and she started saying “OH FUCK, OH FUCK OH OH OH and her stomach and hips began to shiver and shake and she rolled into a massive orgasm….

“UH UH UH UH UM UM UM OH OH OH – FUCK YES….. YESSSSSSS.”

Lisa went limp in my arms as I finished shooting blanks at this point inside that tight twat.

When she recovered, still lying across each other’s sweaty naked body’s, she stated matter of factly “that really does get you off, doesn’t it? Well, Megan really seemed to enjoy all the attention she got that night”.

All I responded was “Maybe I was thinking of you in that situation,” I half lied. She knew I was lying, but teasingly said, “Well, Megan did make more money than me that night, if you know how I mean.”

“I’m not surprised, I said, she’s told me a few of her naughtier things,” I told Lisa.

Then I made a huge mistake. I asked how old they were when they did that, assuming during their early college days. Lisa said honestly “It was 2.5 months ago, dumbass!

Then it hit me, I’ve been with her for almost two years! “FUCKING CUNT!!” is all I yell.

Lisa says, “I know that’s why I’m helping you get yours,” she admitted as she kept talking, looking me in the eye, “Now, enough about Megan. While I got you to myself, I will keep you hard and have you fuck my brains out until you don’t want to anymore.”

It was well past daybreak by the time I made it home from Lisa’s.

Chapter 2

When I got back home Megan was gone. I showered at Lisa’s to CMA.

About an hour later, Megan entered our place through the garage. She saw me, came over to me and sincerely apologized for her actions the previous night.

As she’s babbling her words, I’m wondering why she isn’t up my ass about not coming home last night. Something’s off…. normally, that would be the first argument. The low hanging fruit they use you, the “where in the fuck did you sleep last night, because you sure as fuck weren’t with me last night, you asshole” argument. In my experiences, that’s always the first topic they wanna address because they can’t contain themselves. Jealousy.

But Megan wasn’t asking me anything, she’s only apologizing for HER actions as she starts getting handsy and flirty. So, I decided to toy with her to test her, saying “Babe, I sat here worried all night about you, I couldn’t sleep, I tossed and turned, I mean I couldn’t even watch Sportscenter, so finally I went for a run long before the sun came up,” I lied in case she had came home in the later evening while I was balling her friend, Lisa. Again, if she had come home, she’d know when I got home. So, I’m taking the odds she herself didn’t come home, until maybe… right now.

“I’m so sorry,” Steve, she says, as she leans in to kiss me, I guess hoping to make up.

But the burning question in me was “where the fuck were you Megan?” But I contained myself.

“I wanna make it up to you,” he said as she pulled off her top, dropped her shorts and panties then went to her knees.

She looks up at me and says she shouldn’t have jumped to conclusions without asking me first.

She pulled out my cock and started sucking. I started talking.

“Remember your fantasy to be used in front of a crowd”, I asked?

“Hhhmmm mmmm,” he purrs.

“Well, I had that vision not too long ago, and my dick got throbbing hard”, I admitted.

Megan stops sucking me and slowly looks up at me with a mischievous gleam in her eye as she keeps stroking me with her hand and says “holy fuck, my man was earlier thinking about me naked, restrained and being used in front of an audience? Then I come home and see that text and go off on you, say all these nasty things to you. And even right now your cock is leaking precum thinking of me doing that. Did you rub one out, babe, she asks?”

“I came a lot in a short amount of time,” I told her.

“Lets keep you lasting longer this time as I ride you while you tell me your thoughts of me doing that while you were jacking off.”

Megan gets on top of me and impales herself on my sticky cock. God damn does she feel magnificent, I’m thinking, but Lisa was tighter.

“Tell me, were you turned on thinking about me naked with onlookers,” she says seductively as she rides up and down my shaft?

“Yes. I learned a lot today,” I said.

“Like what,” he asks in my ear?

“Like the dirtier things that were done to you or the dirtier things you did or said while being restrained spread eagle, made my cock swell bigger than ever.”

She says “Tell me something nilüfer escort I did that’s dirty. I wanna be a dirty, naughty girl for you.”

“You had 3 men come up and fondle and grope your body while another 4 men watched. After 10 minutes, you began to get into it and started cumming on the 2nd guys fingers while one guy felt your breasts and the other swatted your ass cheeks.”

Megan starts fucking me harder.

“Keep talking…” she says.

“Your orgasm is intense as your body quivers and shakes, enjoying having all these eyes watching you cum. You like putting on a show and being used for others enjoyment, don’t you? You like being naked in a group of men. You’d like it if those 4 men in the crowd came over and rubbed one out on your chest.

“Uh huh,” she pants.

Just then, the 4 men begin stroking themselves to full attention and flood your skin with their cum.

Megan fucks me harder. “Keep talking…,” she pants.

“I like you cumming for a crowd and rewarding your audience letting them jack off on you,” I say casually.

She whispers in a faint, loss of control breath, “you like seeing me helpless and being used”, she asks as she is now bouncing up and down the length of my dick with pounding force.

“Yes, apparently I do,” I admit. “I like the vision of you being used and you being so super turned on by it.”

“I can tell that you like it a lot, she says. Your cock is stretched”.

Then Megan pushes the limits and says “baby, would you like to see me give them handjobs? Maybe a few blowjobs?”

“Oh, Megan, my slut,” I moaned.

“I’m gonna be a dirty slut,” she says as she keeps her rhythm while grinding on me.

“Yes! Be a dirty nasty slut, babe,” I encouraged her.

“You know I want to hear what makes your pussy purr,” I said.

Megan starts fucking me with a sideways grind and gets in a groove. My cock feels amazing the way she’s riding me, I’m thinking, losing myself to the urge of popping my load inside her. I remember Lisa saying Megan earned more money that night, meaning she fucked more guys or did what more guys wanted her to do, which started turning me on.

I started saying hypothetically, “I want you to get naked and give up your body to the crowd, just like you did with Lisa two months ago. Let the crowd use you… “I wanna watch you cum for them,…. then she halted everything and I realized I just fucked up. I needed a clean explanation.

“You know what Lisa and I did,” she asks?

Dodging the question, I started hammering her harder, hoping to use the power of distraction to get myself outta this one.

“Oh God, you feel good,” she says. I know it’s because my cock is excited picturing her and Lisa that night, so I decide I’m confident in my response as I keep fucking Megan.

“Yes”, I say, realizing lying or denying will only get me in deeper shit here, but realizing it would me leverage or neutralize the Vanessa text issue if I needed.

“But…right now… I say, I just fuck you.”

“You feel bigger than usual, she says, panting… and, yes…right now, just keep fucking me”.

So, I obliged her.

A short while later Megan turns to me as I’m still sliding my happy prick in and out of her, pinching her nipples and she says, panting “…and you don’t mind I did that,” she asks, in between breaths, as she keeps her side angle on my cock.

“I wish I was there to witness you”, I confided as I began to stiffen and get light headed as I felt the most powerfully deep gut orgasm about to erupt my cockhead off.”

“OOOOOOHHHHHH FUCK MEGAN, FUCK MEGAN…. I’m gonna cum…

OOOOOHHHHHHHFUCKFUCK”, I grunted as I blew load after load into Megan.

Megan exploded seconds after I did and collapsed on top of me, her legs starting to cramp up.

“Holy fuck, Steve! Where did that come from”, she asks, I haven’t had an orgasm like that in a long time. Jesus, you fucked me good!

“I got a lot more where that came from,” I told her.

“Oh, yeah,” she asks playfully?

I realize I now have a decision to make: she’s gonna ask me to tell her how I learned about her naked adventure, risking her finding out about my revenge fucking Lisa? Nope.

I decided to take accountability for being a kinky fucked up candaulist perv that wants to share his woman and tell her how hot hearing her past experiences make me, again wholly hoping to distract from “the question.”

“My dick obviously approves,” I say to her.

“Approves of what,” she asks teasingly, noticing my cock is twitching to life.

“Approves of your slutty ways. Like the one time we went out dancing and you handed me your panties,” I reminded her. Continuing “You know I like showing you off especially when you wear a short sundress and no panties, or when you suntan topless on Tuesday knowing the landscapers are coming.”

“Ohhh, you noticed my Tuesday routine, did ya,” she says teasingly.

“I notice a lot more than you think,” I say.

She starts stroking me and says, “Well, mister, I like this kinky side of you. Let’s escalate.”

She dropped to her knees and I knew I wanted to play this game with her. She wanted to play this game, she was showing me as she enthusiastically sucked my cock. She looked up at me and asks “what types of dirty things do you want me to do?”

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

*****

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

*Knock. Knock. Knock*

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

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Character Descriptions:

Will: 6’1 brown hair, buff

Jenna: 5’10 brown hair, petite

It was a late summer afternoon in the heart of the East coast in New Jersey. It had been a long week as both Will and Jenna were enjoying a relaxing day on their pool deck, which they rarely got. With the new college school year was around the corner, these afternoons were going to be few and far between.

They had been in and out of the pool and were thinking of going out to eat. Jenna decided to get out and go get ready, but Will wasn’t feeling it yet. Will, the kind of lazy type, was content to spend the evening at home. As Jenna went to get out he grabbed her by the waist and playfully pulled her back in.

They laughed and then as they stopped, Jenna noticed Will giving her a look she had not seen before. Will told Jenna he didn’t want to go anywhere, but rather stay where they were. He then leaned in and kissed her. He placed a hand on the back of her head as Jenna moved closer and pulled him in.

Jenna ran her hand over Will’s back and onto his buff chest. They kissed for several minutes. Will görükle escort backed away and Jenna said they could stay and she would cook later. She then leaned in the kiss Will again and moved her hand over his chest and stomach. Will asked if she wanted to get out of the pool, and she said she did.

Jenna got out first and went and sat on a chair that was layed back. Will sat next to her as they kissed more and Jenna untied his swimming trunks. Will stood up and Jenna pulled his trunks down. She looked up at Will and placed his clean shaved member in her mouth.

Will moaned silently as Jenna began to suck on his dick as it grew larger by the second. Jenna focused on his eyes as they rolled back in pleasure as she fondled him. She paused for a moment and sucked on his balls before placing his near 7″ member back in her mouth.

She tasted the precum seeping on of his tip as she teased it with her tongue and bobbed her head up and down on his shaft. After several minutes, Will backed away and Jenna stood up. They kissed again as Will pulled down the straps to the top of her swim suit. eskort bayan Will kissed down her neck, then began to suck on her petite breats.

Jenna sat back down on the chair and laid back and Will pulled off the bottom of Jenna’s suit. He then went right to work, as he flicked his tongue around her shaved pussy. He rubbed his thumb over her clit and watched as Jenna gasped in pleasure.

After several minutes, Will got up and Jenna said she wanted to get back in the pool. Will got in, then Jenna sat on the side before getting in as well. They kissed as Will rubbed her pussy with his hand. They then went to where the steps were and Jenna sat down. She was covered in water up to the middle of her stomach and Will rubbed the tip of his dick around her pussy.

He then slid inside of Jenna as she layed her head back and let out a moan. Will held her leg as he slowly began to pump in and out of her tight pussy. He smacked his hips off her butt as he quickened his pace. Jenna asked for him to thrust harder, but Will couldn’t cuz of the water. She told him to stop of he removed altıparmak escort his dick and watched as Jenna extended her hand and told Will to follow.

She went back to the chair and Will laid on his back and Jenna got on top of him. She guided his dick back inside her and Will immediately gave Jenna what she wanted. She moaned loudly as his massive dick stretched her pussy. They kissed and Will continued to thrust hard and fast as he felt Jenna quiver as she let looose on his dick.

He slowled for a moment before picking up his pace again. After several more minutes at a quick pace, Will told Jenna he was close. She begged for him to try and last a little longer. Will did what he could as he felt Jenna’s pussy tighten and she shrieked in pleasure.

He then felt her let loose again. Will kept up the rapid pace and he smacked hip hips off her butt as his dick pumped in and out of her soaking wet pussy, which was dripping cum down his dick and onto his balls. Jenna then felt Will stop as he grabbed her butt and felt his warm cum fill her pussy.

Jenna got up and sucked on Will’s dick as he shot a few more shots of his cum into her mouth. Jenna swallowed and then ran her hand over his dick and buffed chest. They kissed for a few more minutes before they decided it was time for dinner.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yes, I know. You keep me sane.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Angie gone for the weekend?”

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

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

“Damn, he didn’t call.”

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

“I know, just annoys me.”

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

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

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

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

‘Need help with those?”

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

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

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

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

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

That’s another story.

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

“What are you thinking?”

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

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

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

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

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

“Are you okay, Bek?”

She looked at me and smiled a little smile.

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

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

“I know, but I ask too much of you.”

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

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

“Everything all right?”

“Fine, just sitting here watching you.”

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

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

I gave her a suspicious look and cautiously answered yes.

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

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

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

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

“These do?”

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

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

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

“Your turn.”

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

“Which side you want me on?”

‘I’m on my side. You sleep here.”

“Fine with me.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“So now what?’

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

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

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

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

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

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

But that’s another story.

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

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

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

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

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

“Yes, slide it in my ass, please.”

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

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

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

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

EPILOGUE

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

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Left on the table for her husband to see when he got home from his meeting was Sue’s confession…

My darling David,

I had a phone call recently from someone who initially pretended to be conducting a relationships survey. He insisted that I should only proceed if I was intending to be perfectly honest. I was intrigued and anyway I liked his voice. The questions became gradually more personal. He did tell me that if I felt his questions breached my limits then I must say so. When he read my responses back to me I was amazed at how much of my sexuality I had divulged to him. He ended up knowing more about me than you do. Looking back to on it I’m not sure how genuine he was. His questions seemed in hindsight rather too tailored to my history. I also thought once or twice, when his voice trembled a bit, that his hand might have been stroking his manhood. To be honest I hope he was. Is that a bit naughty of me my dearest David? It occurred to me afterwards that the caller may have been somebody one of us knows.

One of his questions was about why I have told you about only the two you know about and not about any of the others. I feel the need to confess…

It was some years ago and the details regarding me getting away for a couple of days are a little vague. I do recall that Anna at work suggested a last-minute ferry cruise from Hull to Bruges. I thought it might be fun but told you a little white lie about what I was up to.

We dropped our bags off in our respective cabins and went for the complimentary glass of champagne you get with the club cabins, then a couple more drinks before heading to the restaurant for our evening meal.

Two twenty-something mixed-race lads flirted their way onto our table. Anna was lapping up the attention. We were both a bit giggly from the champers but I made it clear that I was a no-no if they were getting any ideas. My friend started to tease them both trying to play one off against the other. Meal over, all four of us went up to the piano lounge.

I have to admit my darling, that the man tickling the ivory was tickling my fancy too. He looked like he could be Errol Brown’s younger brother, decidedly Hot Chocolate.

Another wine and I was very relaxed. It felt like his velvet escort bayan voice seducing me. When he sang White Horses he looked me in the eye before tilting his head slightly downward on the line ‘…white horses, let me ride away’ with a slight emphasis on me and ride. I realised I had become a little too relaxed and he could see my white panties. I put my knees together. He grinned at me as he repeated the line with a bit more emphasis on let me ride. He was finding something in every song he could use to make love to me. I didn’t notice when my friend disappeared until I needed the little girl’s room. I swear that the only reason I put my knickers in my handbag was they were getting uncomfortably damp and were looking a teeny bit stained because of it.

There was a large glass of wine waiting for me when I got back to my seat, as was Mr Hot Chocolate. It was like I was watching myself being seduced, I knew it was happening but seemed powerless to resist it. He sang his last tune of the night without losing eye contact with me; ‘you need a man with a slow hand, you need a lover with the easy touch, you need somebody who will spend some time, not come and go in a heated rush…’

There was enough ‘lurve’ emphasis on ‘come’ as to leave no one in the lounge in any doubt as to what he expected to be doing with me.

I let him into my cabin still kidding myself nothing was going to happen. As soon as the door closed he cupped my chin and gave me a most tender and lingering kiss. He turned me around and nibbled at my neck, simultaneously reaching round and unbuttoning my blouse. Before I knew it he had released my breasts and unzipped my skirt. I felt very naughty stood there alone with the black man who was playing me like an instrument. Only my blush remained as he sat me on the edge of the bed.

He stood before me running his fingers through my hair putting the gentlest of pressure to encourage my head forward. I unbuckled, unbuttoned and unzipped him and the biggest, most definitely the darkest, cock I have ever sucked was poised to pass my lips as he stepped out from his pants. He had complete control of me. He used my mouth as a pussy. He was far too big around for me to do anything but let him pull my head altıparmak escort bayan back an forth on his shaft. He was taking his pleasure, using your Sue, but also thrilling me with his hands, playing with my ears and neck.

Every so often he would hold my head still and send a throb through his cock which seemed to ripple over my tongue. On one of these his body stiffened and a single spurt of his cum went to the back of my mouth. He pulled out of my mouth and laid me down. Before I knew it he had his mouth and tongue eating my pussy. He was using his hands on my thighs and on my groin. Now and then his thumbs or his fingers would explore my pussy. All the time he was using words that had I not been so aroused I might have been turned off by. He would ask if his white trash whore was enjoying his three fingers in her cunt or if his white cumslut wanted to swallow his black baby batter. His verbal abuse of me just put me more under his control David.

As smooth as you like, one moment he was eating my pussy and the next he had turned me over, put me on all fours and was up to the hilt, deep in my pussy. With one hand on my hip controlling my movement and the other pulling my hair he pumped ever faster into your Sue my darling. My orgasm triggered his David. He seemed to come forever once he started darling and I felt every drop. He used me till about five in the morning darling, then again just before I had to disembark for the coach to Bruges.

I was a bit apprehensive re-boarding the ferry. I was hoping to have a long shower and pamper myself a bit. I arranged with Anna that I would meet her in the restaurant. My lover however was waiting at my cabin door with a bottle and glasses. I gave in to the thought that I may as well be hung for a sheep as a lamb. I started giggling as the notion, or ram in this case, popped into my head. I protested that I needed a shower. He ignored me, pushed me onto the bed, pulled my panties off, told me he wanted to savour the fragrance and flavour of my cunt. He had put so much meaning into saying cunt my legs parted even further for him. He spent nearly twenty minutes taking me to the edge darling without letting me come. My nerves were on fire. I begged nilüfer eskort and pleaded with him to put his big black cock in me. I used his words to tell him I needed my white slut cunt using. He smiled and started humming Dreadlock Holiday. I avoided thinking about how much of a wanton wife I was being as he dumped yet another load in me.

A knock rapped the door. I pulled the duvet over me. He let two black guys in, told me not to worry and that all they were doing was dropping a present off her had got me. He introduced them as his American cousins who lived just outside Rotterdam. He was passed a small box from which he took put a bracelet. An ace of spades dangled from it. I went to put it on. He grinned and said it was for my ankle, took it from me and lifting my leg slightly tried to put it on. Failing, he then sat between my feet facing away from me. His cousins did the gentlemanly thing by moving nearer the top of the bed. Most men would have stayed where they were for a glimpse of leg and more. One of the cousins told me to hold my hands out because they had a present for me also. Before I had time to register the significance of the ace of spades charms they dropped in my palms one of the cousins was kissing me passionately and the other was between my legs wiping away Mr Hot Chocolate’s cum.

The cabin door shut quietly and I was alone with two men with big black cocks aching to fill me. They removed what remaining garments I still had. I felt like I was on a train I couldn’t get off and it was me that was the train. They didn’t have the finesse of Mr. HC but they did have plenty of lust and thrust in them. For most of the next hour they took turns at filling my pussy and mouth, mostly at the same time. Like their cousin they didn’t give me time to shower. I had a few wet wipes I tried to use but I went to the restaurant with them with their cum oozing out of me, soaking my panties and pantyhose, trickling down my legs and drying on my thighs. I felt deliciously naughty sat in the piano lounge between two black men who had used me within the previous ninety minutes, watching their cousin play the piano who had passed me on to them. I avoided thinking about how much a wanton wife I had been. Over the following three hours they each took me back to my cabin for a quickie. I didn’t all evening until Mr. HC took me to bed after midnight.

From what you have hinted at in the past I expect you to be more excited by my confession than you are angry. I am waiting for you to come up to bed so I can tell you more…

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

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

*****

“I want to make you a deal…”

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

“Hello, Amy.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“How are you this evening, Jake?”

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

“What can I do for you?”

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

“I’m sorry, who do you mean, Jake?”

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

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

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

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

“I’ll do my best, Jake.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I need to find her.”

—

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

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

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

Every minute.

—

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

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

“Celine? Tell your client I found her.”

—

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

As if to prove him wrong, his phone rang.

“It’s Jake.”

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

Jake’s heart lurched.

“So soon? Is he sure?”

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

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

—

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

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

“You deserved it, Jake.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Stop.”

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

“Jake, stop.”

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

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

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

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

“No, I wasn’t.”

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

“What do you mean?”

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

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

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

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

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

“Every minute, Jake.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What now, Jake?”

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

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

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

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

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I picked a fine time to be lucky, if that’s what it was. I’d never won anything in my life. No stag-and-doe party door prize, no scratch-and-win lottery, no fifty-fifty draw at a ball game. I won survival. If you’re reading this, so did you. Or someone ancestor before you.

My friend Derek and I were about fifteen minutes south of Cochrane when his truck radio cut out. I’d caught a ride from Montreal the day before and crashed overnight with him. On this day, he graciously offered to drive me and my dog Chester the four hours from North Bay to catch my flight. At least Derek had accepted some cash for gas, which his old Ford pickup sucked like a furnace. Now he fiddled with the controls but couldn’t raise a station anywhere on the dial.

“You try, will you?

I glanced at my phone, a habit I was about to lose. I’d expected there to be a signal around this sub-arctic town of five thousand souls. Nothing. None on Derek’s phone either. And no luck with the radio. I switched it off. Just another thing to be fixed on an old truck.

We passed a few trucks on the road north out of Cochrane, past the airport and to the waterdrome on Lillabelle Lake. Derek was able to pull up right next to Tommy Stillman’s slip. The old man was stowing supplies in the back of a battered De Havilland Beaver. He tossed me a glance as I shouldered my backpack and waved Derek good luck on the return to North Bay. I wonder often how far he ended up getting.

“You Kyle?” asked Tommy.

I shook his hand. Chester sniffed his leg then wandered to a nearby strip of grass for a pitstop.

“Dana didn’t say nothing about no dog,” Tommy said.

“Sorry about that. Chester’ll be happy sitting in my lap.”

The old man grunted. “You’re lucky you got here on time. I wasn’t going to wait.”

“You are Tommy then,” I said.

He nodded, motioning me to hand over my backpack, which he had to jostle before he could get the hatch closed. “That’s what they call me.”

My aunt had told me that Tommy would be dropping me at the lodge with the last of the season’s supplies. “He’s old, he’s Cree and he’s ornery,” she said, “but he’s one of the best friends I have. He’ll fly on to his band at Green Lake after he drops you off.”

I realized there was someone already in the plane, a woman with a young child.

“Something’s going on,” Tommy mumbled, opening the door and waving me in. The woman offered a weak wave. “This is Doris. She and Kate been seeing the doctor here in Cochrane.”

Chester jumped up ahead of me. His appearance brought a smile to the young girl’s face. She reached out to accept a lick. “What kind of dog?”

“I was hoping you could tell me,” I said. “All he knows is that he’s a good dog most of the time.”

The Beaver coughed to life. Tommy handed a spare headset into the back. The woman motioned for me to take it. “Move up to the front here if you like,” he called over the noise.

“Something’s up,” he said again once I had the headset adjusted. “Lots of chatter from the tower here but nothing else.”

“I don’t understand.”

“That makes two of us.”

The Beaver snuck away from the dock. I listened to the old man mumble with the control tower at Cochrane Airport that must have controlled flights into and off the lake. Minutes later he throttled up and the old aircraft began to skip across the water. I noticed a light snow had begun.

“I guess things will freeze up pretty soon. You’ll be switching the pontoons for skis.”

Tommy said nothing. The Beaver lifted clear of the water and banked slightly to the northeast.

“How old are you?” he asked about ten minutes later.

The Beaver’s big radial engine had settled into a rolling drone. Everything in the aircraft seemed to vibrate.

“Twenty-three,” I said. “Just graduated from university.”

“Dana says you’re taking a year to work for her.”

“She’s my aunt,” I said. “My dad’s younger sister.”

His fingers flickered over the radio controls as he talked. “Nothing,” he said finally.

“Radio went out in my friend’s truck just south of Cochrane,” I said.

Tommy drew a hand down his face. “Something’s up.”

“You keep saying that.”

“It’s still true.” He glanced over at me. “Guys in the tower in Cochrane couldn’t even raise Sudbury. Like everything’s down south of the forty-eighth parallel.”

I shifted in my seat, adjusted the shoulder harness. “What’d do that?”

Tommy was selective with responses. This time I wasn’t getting one, but my nerves wanted to hear voices. “There’s that new flu bug going around, on top of COVID,” I said. “Supposed to be bad. Maybe it’s coming on harder than they expected.”

He scanned the horizon as if checking for bugs. “You inoculated?”

“Got my fourth shot a couple of weeks ago.”

This seemed to satisfy him for the moment.

“How old is your plane?”

“This one was one of the last built,” he said. “1967.”

“Turboprop?”

“Rebuilt it myself three times,” he said.

“You worried?”

He glanced back at the woman. I stole gorukle escort a glance myself. Chester was curled up in his own seat. His ears perked when I caught his eye.

“I am,” said the old man. “But we’ll be fine. I got the feeling we’re heading in the right direction.”

I think he meant north. To the safety of the woods.

~

My neighbour Corinne had taken in my cat. My apartment was sublet to a fellow graduate who’d snared a government job before the summer was out. My life seemed to be miraculously without loose ends. And now I was heading to Kitibinda Lake Lodge, fifteen minutes north of Kesagami Provincial Park as the crow flies. It was a remote job that would enable me to make money and not spend it—the perfect solution where my father was concerned, a man with little faith in my financial smarts, and less awareness of online shopping.

Before he went silent himself, Tommy indicated we’d be at the lodge in under an hour.

This would be my first visit. The lodge had been in my Uncle Terry’s family before he took it over back in the mid-nineties. He tried running it as an absent owner for a year or two, but it was where he ultimately wanted to be. Luckily it was where my aunt wanted to be as well. She gave up a good job in the diplomatic corps to join him as host at a fly-in hunting and fishing destination that had been a favourite with Americans and Europeans since the end of the Second World War.

But now it was late October. The lodge was closed for the season. Winter was setting in. I felt like I was living a remake of The Shining. Worst part, Uncle Terry was dead, felled by COVID the previous summer in the second year of the pandemic. Our family’s life in the north was punctuated by pandemics a century apart. My father’s dad had survived the Spanish flu in a timber camp near Timmins in 1918. Now my aunt was on her own. It had been my mother’s idea to ship me north. Aunt Dana was a force to be reckoned with, but her sister-in-law couldn’t imagine a solitary existence in the wilds for a woman in her mid-forties.

I had not seen my aunt in twelve years. She and Terry had made a trip to Montreal to visit our family in 2011. They’d moved north before I was born. No children of their own. “But many dogs,” my mother confirmed, hoping that would make me more comfortable with the prospect of limited wifi. “Life off the grid will suit you.” This was wholly unfounded. “Everything is solar-powered. And she says there’s a wood-fired boiler that heats the floors. She’s got a sat-phone hookup for emergencies. You won’t suffer.”

The solitude was the only thing that worried me until now. I’m a social creature. I need people around.

~

Tommy eased the Beaver onto Kitibinda Lake just before 1:30. I saw two dogs barking at the end of the dock, and then my aunt appeared out of the trees. She stood with arms crossed on a rocky outcropping, wrapped in a brown field coat. The dogs ran to her when she clapped, then followed her back to the water’s edge. As the Beaver nudged the dock, she snatched the rope that Tommy tossed her way and weaved it deftly through a cleat. Chester leapt to the dock and shook, then immediately made off for introductions to the other dogs. My aunt watched, looking surprised herself to see the dog. She spoke what must have been Cree and the woman smiled and waved.

“Hello Kyle,” she said to me.

I stepped into a weak hug. “You hear anything?” she said to Tommy, who waved me to the hatch and started passing me boxes.

He shook his head. “Don’t like it,” he said. “I couldn’t raise anything on the flight in here. You checked shortwave?”

My aunt sniffed. Chester had returned to say his hellos to her. She scratched his ear. “I got some shipping noise. Nothing but a lot of questions.”

“This is Chester,” I said.

She smiled at the name. “Bella and Curly,” she replied, pointing to her dogs with her hand still in her coat pocket. “Bella’s the old one, Curly’s the dumb one.”

“Your nephew here thinks it might be another pandemic wave.” We stacked the last of the boxes. “All that crap going on in Ukraine, though,” Tommy said. “And them missiles dropping in Poland this week…” His voice trailed off. I remembered my mother telling me that Aunt Dana had been posted to Germany in the early 1990s. She’d been seconded to NATO for the better part of a year as the Bosnian crisis unfolded.

“I think she left the service to escape the madness,” my mother had said at the time.

“Let’s not jump to conclusions,” my aunt said now. “One good solar flare would be enough to fry the hemisphere’s radio presence and enforce a little humility.”

I dropped my backpack on the stack of boxes. The three of us stood awkwardly. “Maybe you shoulda ordered in more, Dana.”

“We’ll be alright.”

Tommy shuffled his feet. “Gotta get back in the air while there’s light.”

My aunt stepped to him and wrapped him in a hug much fiercer than mine. She spoke in Cree again. Tommy wiped an eye, touched her face. His footstep altıparmak eskort bayan rang hollow on the steel pontoon. Dana retrieved the rope and shoved the Beaver free with her foot. The big radial engine barked exhaust and roared back to life, and we stood silent until the old aircraft was out of sight over the trees. My aunt took in the rest of the sky. The snow had begun again. Now the sound of the plane was gone too.

“What did you say to him?”

“I think it translates as, ‘Until I see you again.'”

She hoisted a couple of the heavier boxes. “I went to check the weather an hour ago and got nothing,” she said. “Try not to rely on the internet up here, which is a good thing.”

I grabbed a couple more boxes. Canned goods. “Why?”

“It seems to be gone.”

~

The lodge shrank in the fall. My aunt closed up the main wing and the timber frame structure became more recognizable as a house. We each had a bedroom on the second floor, where she also maintained an office. My Uncle Terry had turned the fourth bedroom into a library. Dana had an ensuite, which gave me the run of the main bathroom. The ground floor was open, combining living and dining room and a spacious kitchen. There was a Chester room by the back door with a washing machine, drier and chest freezer.

I heard the static as I came down the stairs and found her huddled over a radio on the kitchen counter. It was one of those wind-up radios with short wave and a built-in flashlight. “I listen to the BBC World Service on this every day,” she said without looking at me. “Do you understand what’s going on?” I found myself looking at her closely for the first time. She was almost as tall as my father, and with her hair short and greying, she also reminded me of him in the shoulders. But the rest of her was all feminine. She must have got the sense I was staring. She turned in search of an answer.

“Are you asking if I’m mature enough to be scared?”

“I suppose I am.”

“I thought you had a sat-phone.”

“Phone and internet connection are all by satellite. It’s so damned expensive I’m not that sad to see it all down.” She switched the radio off. “No, I’m not. Sorry.”

“I may be facing a lot of withdrawal here,” I said, “but it won’t be from the internet.”

She lifted the sat-phone unit from a countertop charger and handed it to me. The unit reminded me of an old Blackberry.

“It’s not line-of-sight, is it?”

“No. Dish on the roof. Bluetooth hook up with the modem.”

No signal.

“Doesn’t make sense,” she said. “The sky is full of them.”

“Full of what?”

“Satellites. LEOs, Terry called them. I can’t remember wha—Low Earth Orbit satellites, that’s it.”

“You’ve used it before?”

“Enough,” she said, handing it to me. “Enough, enough, enough.” She started toward the pantry, all three dogs in tow, even Chester now aware of the dog-treat storage location. “When you’re done, come and help me put away the rest of these supplies. You can tell me about your. Your life.”

~

“Should we use candles?” I asked as I set the table for dinner.

“Better save those, I think. With the solar and the LEDs around here, we’ll have electric light until the end of the world.” She paused at the cooktop. I turned and saw her grip its edges.

“Candles for special occasions then,” I said. I watched her nod.

“And tonight is a special occasion. Please light them. But use the gas lighter, save the matches.”

She’d made a moose-meat chilli. The flavour was new to me, but I knew right away I would be better off learning to enjoy it.

“Wait till you try beaver,” she said, cueing in to the difficulty I was having with the gamey flavour of a large ungulate.

“I can’t tell if that’s a joke or not.”

“Neither can I.”

She quizzed me about school, Montreal, urban life.

“What do you intend to do with the English degree?” she asked.

“That’s what my father wants to know.”

I watched her shove food around on her plate. Little of it seemed to be going to her mouth.

“And?”

“I want to write,” I said. “I’ve had a half dozen short stories published in the last two years. A few poems. Enough freelance work to keep a roof over my head. Magazine articles, mostly.”

“Do you want to teach?”

“God no. Writing is hard enough. I can’t imagine trying to teach it.”

“I hope you make a go of it.”

“So do I,” I said.

“Are you working on anything now?”

I tore a piece of bread and wiped the bowl. “A novel, short short story collection. Some poetry.” Something hit the pit of my stomach.

“Kyle. You look a little ashen. Tell me it’s not the chilli.”

I shook my head. I could hear the wind buffet the house in the short silence. “When I mentioned the novel, the first thing that came to mind was finding readers.”

She reached across and patted my hand. “Look at it as the same fear every writer wrestles with,” she said. “And I look forward to reading anything you nilüfer eskort bayan want to share.”

I set my spoon down. “Aunt Dana—”

“Oh, please don’t call me that. Just Dana, god.” Her forehead was in the palm of her hand. “There are no aunts, uncles, mothers or fathers here.”

“You don’t know me—”

“It’s true. I’m sorry, I haven’t been much of a presence in your life.”

This struck me as a strange admission. Was she sorry?

“You don’t know me. I don’t know you.” I pushed the bowl away, and the wine glass. I’m not a drinker. “I like to think I’m an open person. I don’t do subterfuge well. I’m not asking you to be anyone you aren’t, but I hope we can be open and straight with one another. I’m here because I want to be here, not because my mother coerced me.”

She looked at me. “Thank you. Your mother mentioned you had a girlfriend.”

“Had, yes. That ended a few months ago.”

“Ah. Tying up loose ends ahead of the trip north.”

“No, she told me very casually one evening that I bored her. I told her there was an easy fix for that, and I walked.”

“Good for you.”

I shrugged. “It was a long time coming.”

“You must have some questions for me.”

I was sure I would, but none came to me in the moment. Instead, across the candlelit table, I saw that my aunt was actually very pretty.

“I’m sorry,” I said. “I realize now that you sort of dressed up for dinner.”

“Sort of,” she said with a sad smile, toasting me. “To welcome you. Thank you for noticing.”

“I’m a bit thick.”

“It’s been a thick day.”

~

The next day was thick with chores. The lodge may have been closed and isolated from the main house, but it had not yet been cleaned to my aunt’s satisfaction. I collected the linens, vacuumed and scrubbed bathrooms in the morning, then helped her crank the dock back onto the rocky shore after lunch.

We did not speak of the silent world because we were part of our own. But being around my aunt seemed to trigger memories. An angled view of her face delivered scenes from some earlier time—sketchy, perhaps so much as to be unbelievable. And disquieting.

“I thought there’d be more birds,” I said between wheelbarrow loads of split birch and poplar later that afternoon.

“We’re in a bit of a hole between the summer and winter populations,” Dana said. “The winter ones will settle in soon enough. Chickadees, finches, blue jays. It’ll get relatively noisy once I fill the feeder here.”

“What made you move here?”

She adjusted a few hunks of wood that I’d piled clumsily. “Oh, a lot of things.” She lifted the wheelbarrow. “Two more loads for today,” she said.

The heating system was fired by a boiler set back in the woods. It would be my job to keep it stoked, which was not hard, as it could be loaded to last the better part of twenty-four hours.

“I keep the house pretty cool,” she admitted. “I don’t like to burn more wood than necessary.”

“Makes sense. This firewood. When did you cut it?”

“Last fall. We give it a year to cure. You’re lucky. You missed this year’s harvest.”

“You did that on your own?”

She shook her head. She had staff from April to September, a team of six that included a couple of guides, a cook, housekeeper and handywoman.

“And they come back every year.”

She loosened her coat. The temperature had snuck above freezing and we’d both broken a sweat. “Every year,” she said.

~

My parents split when I was thirteen. My older sister had already moved out and on, having taken a job waiting tables in Victoria, about as far west as she could go without ending up in the Pacific. I lived with my mother till I was sixteen, then decided to join my father in Halifax. It didn’t work out. We weren’t good housemates, me for being sixteen, he for being my father. I returned to Montreal, finished high school and CÉGEP, and attended McGill on a full scholarship—the only way we were able to afford it.

“I hear you talk of my mother,” I said to my aunt, “but you haven’t mentioned my father. Your brother.”

She said nothing.

“I had this memory bubble up on me this morning,” I went on. “When you and Uncle Terry visited us that time. I remember shouting. Not me, adults.”

She was standing right in front of me. I watched her eyes peer into me. She reached across and lay a hand on my shoulder. “How much are you your father’s son?”

“I don’t know how to answer that question.”

She nodded, withdrew her hand. “That’s a good answer, actually.” The dogs circled.

“Maybe you’re supposed to tell me.”

“Then I’ll need time.” She turned away toward the house.

“Hang on, please,” I called after her. “I’m not good with all these holes.”

“Come,” she said. “We’ll have tea.”

~

I sipped tea and waited.

“You are an open person. I appreciate that.” She stopped pacing and sat with me at the kitchen island. “I’m an introvert. A classic of the type, actually. You ask about family. I get that. Of course you’re curious. You don’t have many relatives. Your mum was an only child, your father is my only sibling. You’re, what, eight years younger than your sister? You probably aren’t close.” Her eyes always seemed to have somewhere else to go. “But it strikes me how little all that seems to matter right now.”

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

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

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

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

I shrugged. “I guess so.”

“May I take you to dinner beforehand?”

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

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

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

“See you at seven, then?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What’s that, Jill?”

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

“Caveat?”

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

Claudio nodded.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“May I kiss you?”

“Certainly. I’d like that very much.”

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

“Cold?”

“No.”

“Horny?”

“Yes. Very.”

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

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

“Get off me,” I told him.

His kissing stopped. “What?”

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

“Why didn’t you say so?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“We’ll see.”

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

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

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

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

I hoped I’d done the right thing.

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

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

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

“And?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yes, love?”

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

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

“But you could do it, couldn’t you?”

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

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

“You may be right…”

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

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

“I gotta go,” I said.

“Me, too.”

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

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

“We’ll see.”

“Be good – but not necessarily too good.”

“I’ll do my best.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Claudio groaned in answer.

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

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

“Turn us around.”

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

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I feel your kisses litter my body as your fingers plunge deep into me repeatedly, making my heart race. I feel your mouth grab hold of one of my nipples, your tongue warm on my cool flesh. I feel you tease my nipple with gentle licks with the very tip of your tongue before you engulf it with your mouth. My hands are in your hair by now encouraging you to continue and my moans fill the air wishing I could see your face…

KNOCK! KNOCK!

I soon snap my eyes open. This girl has haunted my masturbation sessions lately. The problem is I never get a chance to see her face, with my fingers buried deep in my own pussy and tweaking my own nipple. Hearing the door soon snaps me out of my imagination fuelled pleasure. I lay still waiting for another knock. I assume if it is important that whoever it is will knock again. At that moment I hear the insistent knock again. I pull my fingers from my pussy and throw on my little dressing gown as I run down the stairs.

“I’m coming!” I shout “Just a tick!”

I smile a little devilish smile to myself and think well I was going to be…

I do up the gown and clean my fingers with my tongue which makes me moan softly into my mouth, I am so horny and oh boy I could taste it! I press my face against the door to look through the peep hole to see a delivery person standing on the other side. I kick myself wondering why I hadn’t thought ahead and put a note on the door to leave it with a neighbour or something. iInstead my morning is now disturbed for a parcel. I fiddle with the keys and pull open the door. I’m again greeted by quite a beauty holding my parcel. I say again because recently I’ve seen a lot of this woman coming to my house before I start work with an array of parcels, all different shapes and sizes.

She is approximately five feet seven inches. Her eyes are the most piercing set of blue eyes I think I’d ever laid eyes on which are complimented by her subtle make-up. She has shoulder length blonde hair that frames her face beautifully. I quickly scan her body up and down, and, despite wearing a work uniform, I was sure she had the most amazing body. Her breasts were the only part of her I could actually get a look at because they were pressing up against her fitted shirt. They seem pert and perfectly proportioned to her body. My gaze then meets hers.

“Sorry if I woke you,” she says coyly.

“Ah you didn’t. I was getting up anyway.” I lie, not wanting her to feel anymore awkward or sorry. It’s not like it was mega early or anything. I’d just decided to take advantage of my day off. Besides she was cute. I didn’t want to ruin her run by her thinking I had been disturbed.

“Need you to sign for this,” she says as she holds the parcel for me to grasp.

Taking quick notes I notice she isn’t wearing a ring of any sorts so I know that she isn’t engaged or married. Trying to remember what it was I bought, I take the parcel from her and quickly scan the box. Then I see a familiar label and my heart skips a beat as does my pussy. My body and I know exactly what is in this parcel.

“Something you’ve been waiting for?” she asks as she fiddles with her little device that I had to sign. She must have gauged my reaction to it.

“Yeah I think so. I’ll soon see” I answer, deciding to play it down.

Standing at the door was making me cold. My little nipples become hard to the cold air which I’m sure she notices, but I don’t care. She holds her device out which I sign. As I finish, I look up and decide to see where my luck might take me today. After all it is my day off.

“So you must be nearly finished,” I start. “You got any plans for your day after work?” I look straight at her and she appears to loosen up a little as I ask this question. She rolls her shoulders and pushes her sleeve up on her jacket to check the watch on her wrist.

“Yeah, I’m nearly finished. Got another hour to go and no I don’t have any plans… yet.” Her sexy eyes meet mine looking at her and she finishes her sentence. She has me hanging on her words I was a little excited at how this conversation might end.

“Well, I’ve no particular plans either. If you fancy arranging something this afternoon, you know where I live.” I reply. I give her a cheeky smile and we say our goodbyes. I don’t think she’ll come back, but I could be wrong.

I run upstairs with my parcel in hand, excited at what was within it. My fingers undo the collotype with ease. I open the box and pull out the packaging to find what I’ve been waiting for. It had been weeks and I was beginning to think it would never come back into stock. There lay a velvet box with a thin cardboard surround. I am so excited my eyes must be like saucers. Taking the velvet box from its outer carrier, I slip off the sleeve and open the box carefully. The box was like a giant ring box with hinges. As I open it and I see the metal of my new toy, my heart begins racing. Then snap, the box is open and there is my new toy lying on its bed of silk, my new metal butt plug!

It is the sexiest looking toy I’ve ever seen, more beautiful that the pictures bursa escort that made me buy it in the first place. Its a stainless steel butt plug. I run my fingers over the plugs body. It is cold and smooth. Then I find the best bit of it. It is so girly and sexy at the same time, the flower base which is made from brass. I shut my eyes as I finger the base, getting a feel for it, imagining me wearing this toy and no-one being aware of it. I shudder with the thought and snap the box shut and giggle to myself. I put my new toy in its new home and get ready deciding I’d wait to try it out and let my excitement grow.

I carry on about my day. My offer to the cute delivery woman is present in my mind, but I am beginning to think that it won’t happen. I am doing mundane things which unfortunately means the housework. I crank up the music and am singing proudly when I hear a tapping on the window on the front of the house. I jump out of my skin not expecting anyone to knock on the window. As I get nearer, I noticed her familiar face and eyes. Her simple make-up hasn’t changed, but her clothes have and they are much more fitted. She’s wearing a fitted t-shirt that is v-necked. It clings to her body so sexily along with a pair of hip and arse hugging jeans. She’s wearing heeled boots on under the jeans as far as I can tell and wow she looks stunning. She actually took me up on my invite.

“Well fancy seeing you again so soon. Another parcel for me, is it?” I say as I knock off the music and lean on the window sill, pushing the window out wider.

“Not at the moment,” she laughs and steps nearer. “But I got an invite today and thought I’d take you up on it.”

“Glad you did,” I smile. “Come to the door and I’ll let you in.”

Quickly pulling the window shut, I head towards the door. On the way through the hall, I jazz my hair and apply a little lip gloss and check my clothes. I wear a pair of my favourite jeans and my favourite fitted tank top with a scoop neckline. Typically she’d catch me out of my Sunday best but I decide not to change. I look laid back and casual and if I dare say it, sexy! I pull open the door to see her emerge around the corner. We just smile at one another, and I step aside to invite her in. As she brushes past me, I get a smell of her perfume and oh it tickles my senses. I shut the door and admire her body a little as she takes off her shoes before brushing back past her to show her in.

I allow her to enter the room first like the lady that I am. I quickly follow her and offer her a seat. She takes a step towards the sofa and then she turns on her heels pretty quickly. I damn near walk into her as she stands in front of me. We stand so close that I can feel her breathe on my face as we look into each others eyes. My heart starts to race as our eyes are locked onto each other. I can feel the heat of embarrassment rising up my body from my feet up to my neck, until finally blushing I look away, terrified I’d just given myself away, I wander into the kitchen.

“Drink?” I ask from the kitchen as a million thoughts race through my mind, not sure if it was just me who had felt the tension between us.

I shut my eyes for a second as I await her reply. I take a breath to speak again, and then I suddenly feel her hands on my waist from behind me. Her touch makes me jump. So much for calming myself down. As soon as she’s there again my heart carries on where it left off, like a bullet train. She doesn’t say anything but she has her body pressed close against me. Her hands slip further around my waist and her face feels really close to mine between my head and shoulder. Then she breathes, and I shudder as her breath caresses the skin on my neck. My eyes automatically fall shut and my head leans a little to the right baring my neck to her. I catch myself doing this and stop my head from tilting any further and consciously control my breathing, although I know it’s already too late. I’ve been caught out enjoying her being this close. I’m about to speak when I feel her skin touch mine, and I sigh a deep sigh which leads to a barely audible moan.

I feel the soft touch of her warm cheek against my neck and her hands tighten on my waist. I’m supporting my body by resting my hands on the bench edge in front of me. I dare not move in case I break this spell that we seem to be enchanted by. She moves her head and then I feel another part of her body touching my neck. It’s her lips. They feel plump and full and slightly sticky as if she’s wearing lip gloss. I feel my eyes roll under my eye lids and my body me. It’s as her lips don’t just kiss once but kiss me again in a slightly different place every few seconds. Her kisses climb my neck like a vine to my ear lobe. I can’t help but emit a very audible moan as her kisses linger on my skin. The next thing I hear is music to my ears and sends a pulse to my pussy. She moans back to me. Her hands are now moving up my stomach and are resting just below where my bra sits on my body.

I let go of the worktop and reach back finding her legs and bum with ease. At first they are bursa ucuz escort just soft touches, but then I firmly press my finger tips into her skin through her clothes simultaneously up each leg. With my hands I pull her as close as physically possible, letting them come to rest on her ass and hip. Her hands move again but not in a teasing slow motion like before but in more of a desperate grabbing mood to my chest. I feel her heavily massaging and groping my boobs. I rest my head on her shoulder and let her hands take advantage of me.

She changes her tactics and starts massaging the tops of my boobs. My chest is now heaving under her touch. I can feel how wet I am. The material of my panties inside my jeans is soaked. I’m so fucking hot. She roughly pushes her hand into my bra and starts squeezing my nipple. Her other hand stops groping and finds its way to my jeans, undoing the button and zipper on my jeans in seconds. She wastes no time either in pushing her hand between my legs, forcefully tracing my wet slit over the top of my panties with her fingers.

Her fingers expertly manipulate me through my panties, grazing my clit that was already hard and a little sensitive before she started touching me like this. My eyes are closed. My breathing is laboured and my heart is racing. I thrust my hips forward to meet her touch, and this was met by a moan in my hear from her and a little twist of my nipple on the boob she is grasping. I hook my fingers on my right hand through her belt loop so I can continue to hold her as close as possible. I want her and my left hand moves over hers inside my top, shadowing her gropes until she twists my nipple.

“You’ve always caught my eye” she whispers as she flicks her tongue up my neck and licks my ear lobe.

“I’ve often thought about fucking you.” I sigh deeply as she takes a sharp breath.

I am fighting for breath as she applies a little more pressure over my clit. My hips and her fingers move in perfect rhythm. My moans are coming thick and fast as I will be soon if we continue like this. She show no signs of letting up her onslaught on my pussy. She’s determined to make me cum. I can tell by her behaviour and her own moans at my arousal. I squeeze her hand that’s still in my top as I feel my orgasm building in the pit of my stomach. My breathing is forgotten and I start holding my breath a little as my ecstasy powers towards its climax. My grip on your hand gets tighter, and as if you know, you speed up your fingers. Suddenly it’s not building anymore; it’s bubbling just under the surface. Panting, I suck in loads of air with every pant and moan that enters and leaves me body, and then it arrives like a bullet train.

I manage to muster the words, “I’m cumming…”

My body is writhing under her touch, my hips are bucking against her hand, and she moans along with me in my ear, gripping her body as I shudder an almighty orgasm right there in my kitchen. Her hand ceases movement and just holds me as I ride the wave of ecstasy. She pulls her hand from my top and holds me around the waist. As I start to come back down to earth and my body settles down, I hear her giggle a little over my shoulder and give me a little squeeze.

I spin in her grip so we are face to face for the first time since she entered the kitchen. My hands slide up her body as we just breathe into each other. My hands reach her neck, and I wait no longer. I pull her lips to mine and kiss her with the eagerness she has brought out in me. First it’s just our lips mashing together, and then, as if she knew, she parts her lips as my tongue flicks out of my mouth and licks her lip a little before forcing its way into her mouth.

I flick my tongue against hers and feel her push her tongue back against mine. I moan softly into our kiss, and we tongue wrestle mid kiss. My hands are in her hair. I take a chance and pull her head back from the kiss, leaving her neck open to my mouth. I lick and kiss up her neck and jaw line, and back to her mouth. I gently kiss her lower lip first and then her upper lip before kissing her hard and forcefully on the lips again. I slip my hands down her body to her hands which I grasp. I put my hands in hers at the base of her back. I break the kiss and look deep into her eyes. I let go of one of her hands and use the other one to lead her up the stairs.

Upstairs I pull her from behind me. I walk her back towards my bed. I give her a gentle push in the chest as her legs make contact with the bed frame so that she is sure to fall back. As she falls back, I fall on top of her. Crawling up her body, I kiss her over her clothes from her hips right up over her stomach, her midriff, her ample chest, her cleavage, and over her collar bones and neck until my face is level with hers. I sit up and pull my top over my head, tossing it carelessly to the floor. I lean back down over her. She reaches out to hold my face, and I take her hand away pinning it above her head. Then she tries her luck with her other hand and I do the same with a smile and a giggle. I kiss bursa elit escort her hard and jump up from her, letting her hands go as I slip my jeans off, leaving me in just my underwear.

“You’re far to dressed for my liking” I say looking over her body, lying in the middle of my bed.

“Do something about it then” she replies as I offer my hand to sit her up so we can change that situation.

I kiss her softly as I slip her arms from her jacket, freeing her from it. I throw it aside, and she pulls her top from her body.

“Wow!” I exclaim as she sits on my bed in her bra and trousers. Her chest is mesmerizing. My fingers quickly undo her jeans, and she lifts her bum to aid me in pulling them down her legs which I do so slowly. My lips kiss each thigh down to her knees and onto her shins. Each kiss is just enough to taste her skin as she slips her feet from the legs of her jeans. Our eyes lock as I start to run my hands up her supple legs caressing her skin. Standing before her, she then reaches out and pulls me to her by my waist. Her soft full lips caress my stomach just above my panties. I moan a soft moan, and my hands come to rest on her shoulders and the back of her head.

She leans away, and I take this opportunity to get her to lie back on the bed so I can continue to caress her. I put my knee between her slightly parted thighs and kiss her shoulder, pushing her back down on the bed. My other knee is resting on the other side of her thigh as I kiss her lips tenderly. My hands stroke down the soft skin of her arms to her hands. Our kiss becomes more intense with each passing minute, my fingers playing with hers. My fingers slip between each of her fingers, my palms pressing flat against her, and then I tighten my grip and slide our arms locked together above her head as my kisses litter her jaw and neck between pinching kisses from her wanting lips.

“Leave your arms up here,” I whisper in her ear, said with a wet lingering kiss. I feel her nod as I let go of her hands.

My fingers rake her skin, not as soft my previous touch. I dig my fingers into her skin, grazing her with my nails from her wrists up to her arm pits. I pull my knee higher until my knee brushes against the crotch of her panties. I sigh as I feel her distinct wetness. I lift my body up into a kneeling position now sitting on her thigh. My fingers continue their journey over her skin, leaving a slight mark as they pull down over her chest. She pushes up against my fingers with no effect. I pull my fingers down onto her midriff and I start to draw small and large circles, figures of eight, zigzags across her flesh that has become goose pimpled. I am watching her face as I do this. Her eyes close and lips slightly part. Her chest is heaving up and down as her breathing becomes laboured.

I run my hands back over her, flat to her skin, her body wiggling under me. My finger tips touch the material of her bra, and then I grope her full breast. She arches her back into my hands. I snap up this opportunity to get my hands around her back and unlatch her bra. She must sense what I am doing as she holds her arch just seconds longer than I need. Her body makes contact with the bed, and I gently hold her face and kiss her. My hands run up arms, taking her bra with them to her hands. I remove my knee from her now soaking wet crotch to meet my other knee. I invite her to get comfy as I get comfy too. She shimmies up the bed towards me.

“Lie on your stomach baby,” I say before she gets a chance to settle.

She rests her chin on her own hands and smiles up at me. I kiss her nose and then lie along side her. My hands cannot resist touching her all over her bare back, up into her hairline, tracing down over her shoulders and further down to the base of her back.

I get up and straddle her buttocks as I start to gently massage her back from the waist up to her shoulders. As my hands loop over her shoulders, I see the black and red strap of my bed straps and I get an idea. I shuffle up her body and reach past her hands and pull the strap from its hiding place. Her head turns beneath me, and I know she’s curious. I run the padded cuff over her hand and forearm. Without asking her, I slip the cuff over her hand and strap it up and pull the straps tight so that her arm becomes stretched out.

“Tell me if you want me to stop, and I will at any time baby,” I say as I strap up her other arm in the same way and kiss her to seal the deal.

I shuffle down her body again. I lick and kiss my way down to her body to her panties. I waste no time in hooking my fingers under the elastic band and begin to move them. She lifts her hips to help me remove them which I do in one movement, slipping her legs from them. I inhale her scent. I can feel how wet she is as the damp material touches my face. I toss them up the bed towards her hand as I kiss and molest her now bare bum. Her skin tastes amazing to my tongue and lips and the feel of her bum in my hands is full and firm. I roll her bum gently, parting her buttocks as I do. I can smell her arousal. I’m that close to her sopping wet pussy, and I can’t wait to taste her. I also keep getting glimpses of her tight little asshole. I lift her hips and help her to her knees with her ass in the air right in front of me teasing me. I hear her soft moans and her breathing, and I cant wait to turn up the volume.

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“Hands on the dresser. I’m gonna need you to hold yourself up.”

She stands in front of the dresser, placing them palms down and I tap her hands to scoot them further apart. I’m standing behind her, my hands on her hips. as we look at our reflections in the mirror before us.

“Such a good girl.”

I praise her for doing as I requested without hesitation. I’m conscious of you standing off to our side. I thought maybe nerves would find their way into the pit of my stomach as I show you something so intimate, but all I feel is want.

She’s only in her bra and panties, a set I know she’s bought just for us. I skim my fingers over her skin relishing in the goosebumps that arise. The bra goes first exposing more of creamy of her skin. My eyes rake over her. I can feel her eyes on my reflection studying my reaction.

“You’re beautiful sweetheart. “

“Soooo sexy”

My voice is a breathy whisper against her ear. I kiss my way from her shoulder down her back, my tongue darting out every once in a while as I go. I’m on my knees behind her now. I take my time appreciating the curve of the globes of her ass cheeks. It’s then that I notice the damp spot on her underwear.

I look over to you and pause for a moment. I’m grounding myself just for a second, reminding myself not to rush this. I want you to watch me take my time. I lean forward and press my nose into her. I close my eyes and inhale. She smells so good and I don’t know whether more moisture fills my mouth or pools between my legs at her scent.

I drag my bottom lip against her and her head falls back. She’s arching herself towards me searching for more. I hook my fingers in the elastic and pull down slowly revealing her to me. She’s just as wet as I thought she’d be. My hands grip where her thighs meet her ass as I take my first swipe with my tongue, all the way from her clit to her cunt slowly. I flatten my tongue as I do so. Up. Down. Up. Down. I use my thumbs to spread her open to me and suck tecavüz porno her clit into my mouth.

I can feel her soft moans vibrate against me. I wish I could feel them directly on my clit. I push my tongue into her and she’s dripping onto my face. She’s hot and sweet and I’m greedily lapping up everything she gives me. But I want more.

I reposition myself in front of her. It’s a snug fit the way she’s impatiently crowding me back against the dresser with her hips and I’m locked there now. The hard expanse of wood at the back of my head and her pussy caging the front against her. I let her grind herself against me. I let her lose herself in the sensations. However I have no intent to let her come yet.

I spread her legs and wrap my arms between her thighs so I can hold her against me. She’s looking down at me with hungry eyes and I’m staring back up at her. I’m just as hungry. I’m ready to devour her.

“You taste so good”

I kiss her pussy like it’s the last time I’ll ever do it and it makes me realize how I’m so fucking ready for you.

“Come here”

I motion for you to come to me. I pull you by the belt buckle to stand before us. I make sure to graze your skin with the back of my fingertips as I do. Your skin is heated. It’s on fire and I’m about to incinerate myself in that heat.

She’s watching us now, flushed with a light sheen of sweat cast over skin. I pull on your buckle twice as I sit on my knees before you, looking up at you now through my lashes. I want you to free yourself. I’m asking you for permission. I want to feel you grant it to me.

I watch as your hands slide it open. The sound of your zipper undoing is an audible onslaught of sensation and my heartbeat is pounding in my ears. My eyes are transfixed. I’m squeezing oxygen into myself and desire is coiling hot low in my belly. I’m chewing my lip in anticipation still watching your hands.

In a agonizing flash you’re before me hotter travesti porno then I think possible and hard. Shivers run through me, pebbling my nipples. I place my hands on your thighs wanting to feel the muscle there. I look to you and I meet your eyes as I run my tongue from base to tip. One long lick. I smirk up at you as I turn to her and gather her wetness on my lips. Fill my mouth with it.

She fists my hair, holding it out of my face as I turn back to you. I place my hands on my calves and readjust myself so they’re pinned below my ass. It’s just you and my mouth now. I hold eye contact with you as I slip my lips around the head of your cock, using her wetness I’ve been holding in my mouth to lubricate every inch on my way down.

My mouth creeps further over you. Centimeter by Centimeter I drag it out. It’s a slow, delicious, discovery. Back. Forth. Back. Forth. Her hand tightens in my hair angling my head back. I breathe through my nose, relaxing my throat. My eyes are still locked on yours as my lips hit your pelvis and I still.

I can feel you in the back of my throat and taste her on my tongue and this is the most erotic thing I’ve ever done. Then it’s as though the entire universe is focused on nothing but the suctioned slide of my mouth and the swirling of my tongue as I move over you. I let her keep her hand in my hair but my movements are my own. Your hand finds it’s way to her as I release one of mine to ease the pressure between my own thighs. Truthfully just having your cock in my mouth is enough to make me want to come right then and there.

I can feel the both of you watching me. I can hear both of you encouraging me now and it causes me to increase my tempo. With every “good girl” that falls from your lips. Every “keep taking him down the back of your throat” that falls from hers, I feel myself losing my composure.

I’m so close to coming apart at the seams. I can feel myself dripping over my hand, my pussy xhamster porno gripping my fingers that work at a steady pace there. And I have to finish this because I refuse to submit to the pleasure and tap out. I feel her cup the back of my head and push me forward and it pulls me from my internal reverie.

Your free hand is there now too holding me to you. My eyes water from the unexpected movement but Jesus if the visceral knowing of gagging on your dick doesn’t turn me on too. I briefly wonder if there’s anything you could do that wouldn’t obliterate my inhibitions and turn me on. Unlikely.

Tensions are high and this is going to be over quicker then anticipated as I feel the air shift in the room and we’re all approaching our orgasms together. I don’t know who’s passion starts and ends where but I fill them simultaneously course through me and match my own. I’ve never wanted to drink down someone as badly as I do now kneeling before you and I can hear her keening behind me. I know she’s coming apart having the knowing myself of how expertly you work your hands.

My nose presses against your pelvis with every thrust of your hips and I know you’re losing yourself too and I want all of it. To take everything you give me. To feel it shoot down my throat. I want to drown in it as you fill my mouth and taste the lust we’re creating in you. Before I can recognize it approaching overwhelming sensation floods over me. Your strangled “fuck” does me in and I’m cumming hard around my fingers. The coil undoing so violently my body shakes from it’s release and I feel lightheaded as my ears ring and white flashes before me as my eyes screw shut.

It sets off a chain reaction and then she’s cumming too, moaning wantonly as she braces herself against us. Your hand fists gently in my hair as you reward me with what I’ve been desperately waiting for, shooting down my throat. You taste even more amazing then I imagined to myself all those times I lay in my bed, fingers buried deep as your voice sounded over the phone. With one last playful lick and a kiss to your hipbone I move back. I wipe my mouth with my hand then suck the remnants of your cum off them. We’re nothing but loose limbs and panting breathes and fuck I can’t wait to get you onto the bed.

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