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Note: I hate to ruin a perfectly good story with plot, but there were some things I needed to say. I know at least one of you will understand. Lisa, I love you so much for everything you’ve taught me.

The last faint echoes of my shoes in the hallway faded away as I approached the door, stopped and looked in. Five neat rows of desks filled the center of the room. Windows along the far wall allowed sunlight to shine brightly off the empty ledge. A large desk in the front of the room lay barren and the whiteboard glistened.

“It will be different with thirty kids in it.”

I jumped involuntarily at the sound of the voice behind me. I turned quickly, attempting to retain control of the stack of books in my arms.

“Didn’t mean to scare you. Sorry,” the voice said.

“Oh, that’s OK,” I managed to say. With the books seemingly resteadied, I smiled. “Uh, I’m Chris. Chris Spivey. I think this is my room.”

“Hi. I’m Lisa Owens. Yes, it is. Need help?” Lisa asked, stepping into the hall from inside her room.

“No. Thanks. I’m OK. I mean, let me put these books down.” I took my first steps into Room 12 and set the books on the teacher’s desk.

Lisa stood at the door, watching the young new teacher survey the room from one corner to the other. Lisa was transported back almost ten years to when she walked into her own first classroom. Was it really ten years ago?

“I don’t know where to start,” I said in a tone that hinted at embarrassment.

Lisa laughed lightly as she said, “I know the feeling. I still feel that way at the beginning of every year.”

“Really?” I asked hopefully.

“Yep. It’s actually better when the kids are here because you feel more in control,” Lisa said.

I looked dejected. “Maybe you. I’ll be a wreck then, too.”

“Ah, come on. Linda told me you were one of the best interviews she’s ever had,” Lisa said assuredly, referring to the school’s principal.

I blushed. “I doubt it. I was so nervous.”

“Listen. I’ll let you look around. I’ll check back with you in a little bit. Otherwise, I’m just across the hall. Yell if you need anything,” Lisa said.

“Thanks a lot. I’ll probably have lots of questions.”

“Then how about planning on having lunch together?” Lisa asked.

“Sure. That would be cool. Thanks,” I said.

“I’ll talk to you later,” Lisa said as she headed back to her room.

I once again looked around the room. I was excited, anxious, eager and hesitant…all at once. The task before me seemed ominous, but I had studied four years for this and student taught with excellent teachers. My natural reaction, however, was to be a little insecure.

I opened the drawer in the large teacher’s desk and, of course, found it completely empty. This was how I was going to find most of the things in my room—empty or wiped clean, waiting for my personal touch.

I turned to face the whiteboard behind me. To my surprise, a blue dry erase marker laid in the tray at the bottom of the board. I took off the cap, stepped up to the board and wrote “Miss Spivey” in large letters.

I replaced the marker in the tray and stared at the words. I turned my head towards the windows to hide the single tear flowing down my cheek. I wiped it away quickly before being seen and returned to the desk.

At 23 and just three months out of school, I was new to the “real world.” Hopefully, my 5’4” frame would at least make me bigger than most of my third graders. I ran my fingers through my hair and tried to regain enough composure to think straight about what I was doing.

I knew Linda, the principal, would be in later. That would help. And it was great having Lisa, the other third grade teacher, across the hall. But I didn’t want to appear to be as overwhelmed as I actually felt.

This was so typical. All my friends knew I was outgoing and friendly, but overconfident was probably not a term they ever used when describing me. Aggressive? Yeah, right. Not Chris Spivey.

So the next half hour was spent opening every closet, rearranging desks and chairs and otherwise imagining what the room would look like next week when classes started. Periodically, other teachers stuck their heads in the door and introduced themselves. Everyone seemed very nice and helpful. Maybe this would work after all.

I walked over to Lisa’s room after a while, not so much because I needed help but rather to take a break. Lisa was on her knees, stacking books onto a shelf. She appeared to be in her early thirties, maybe a couple inches taller than me. She had beautiful short blonde hair, streaked and layered by a professional, no doubt.

She was certainly attractive and I instantly envied her body, which she apparently had no trepidation about displaying with her tight jeans and clinging shirt.

Lisa looked up. “Hi. How you doing over there?”

“Great. It’s getting there. I’ll do books next I think,” I said.

Lisa looked across the room at me for an instant before saying, “What time is it?”

“About 11.”

“Want bursa escort to head out about Noon for something to eat?” she asked.

“Yes. I still want to do that. Where do you recommend?” I said.

“How about Panera’s? I like their soup and salads.”

“That’s perfect. I love them, too. Let me know when you’re ready to go,” I said.

“OK. I’ll be anxious to see how you’re doing.”

I walked back to my room, hearing the sound of desks moving in other rooms up and down the hall. With my mind a little clearer, I was ready to tackle the book issue. Now think, Chris. What would be the most logical way to approach this? I wished I’d been doing this for ten years.

Noon came quickly and Lisa entered my room with her purse over her shoulder, ready to go. I was starved. It took no special urging for me to get up, grab my purse and walk out with her. She offered to drive and I felt obligated to accept, so we jumped into her SUV and headed for Panera’s.

It was a short drive, but the conversation along the way boosted my belief that Lisa was an intelligent, confident woman. This was good. The qualities I often felt I was weakest in were what I looked for in friends, so at least one of us knew what we were doing. And the smell of her perfume permeated the SUV. I had noticed it in her classroom. It was nice.

Lisa ordered soup in a bread bowl and a small salad. I got a Greek salad and my usual fat free, taste free dressing. We didn’t talk much, with Lisa proving to be a little quieter than I anticipated. It was obvious she thought things out before speaking.

“This is a good staff,” Lisa said at one point. “Of course, we have the usual pettiness that will cause waves during the year, but no outright hatred.”

I giggled at how nonchalantly she said it. “I’ll try not to do anything that will cause people to hate me. Warn me when I cross the line.”

“No problem. But I bet you’re not the type to ruffle too many feathers.”

“Why’s that?” I asked innocently.

“Oh, I think you’re too smart for that. I think you’ll sit back and take it all in and calculate before acting,” she said before stabbing another forkful of salad.

I hate it when people already know me less than four hours after our first meeting. Was I THAT predictable? Or was Lisa that good? She was beginning to intrigue me with her apparent ability to pick up on things so quickly.

“You’re not married?” she asked unexpectedly.

“Uh, no.” The pause that followed caused Lisa to wait for the conclusion of the thought. I considered the many possible ways to continue. “I’m not dating right now. The last one didn’t turn out so well.”

Lisa looked at me over her fork. “Been there.”

“And you?” I asked boldly.

“Nope. Never got married. I’m not sure it’s right for me.”

“You certainly are pretty enough. You must have had a ton of guys asking you out,” I said.

“Thanks,” Lisa said, seemingly appreciative of the compliment. “I wouldn’t say a ton. But none of them seemed right.”

“I’m a little suspicious of all men right now,” I said truthfully. “I’ve had some bad experiences in and out of school…college, I mean…and just…well, I just don’t trust many men any more.”

“There are a couple on the staff, but they’re harmless. I’ll let you make up your own mind,” Lisa said.

“Thanks. I’m sure I will.”

The only other notable event during the lunch was my inability, at times, to abstain from looking at the woman’s near perfect breasts partially hidden and partially exposed within her shirt. It was one of those low-cut figure-hugging shirts that accentuated every curve and angle. And Lisa’s curves were faultless. I wasn’t sure if I was jealous or in complete admiration.

How could this woman go this long in life without a man? There clearly was history here I didn’t know. It would be a project for the coming year, I told myself.

The afternoon went quickly and I slept well that night, tired from more physical labor than I’d done all summer. Lisa lay in bed staring at the ceiling. Dressed only in a pair of panties, she slid her fingers over the inside of her thighs, onto her stomach and eventually to her breasts.

She closed her eyes. She was looking at her young teaching partner. I stood in the doorway to her classroom with my brunette hair falling to my neck. Lisa’s right hand rose until it covered her breast, then she concentrated on the nipple. Lisa imagined me entering the room and walking over to her.

Lisa leaned into my body and kissed me. Her hand kneaded her breast under the sheet, which she pushed down to uncover both breasts. She moved her hand from breast to breast, squeezing them.

In her daydream, we embraced and put our hands inside each other’s shirts. Her hand moved down and disappeared inside her panties under the sheet. We pulled off our shirts in the imaginary classroom, admiring each other’s breasts, then came back together.

Lisa had her fingers on her clit. It was growing longer and harder. She escort bursa put a finger inside her pussy to get it wet, then slid it back up to her clit. She began a series of long, hard strokes.

I unbuttoned her jeans and lowered the zipper. I pushed the pants down and slid my palm over her panty-covered pussy. I could feel her wetness. I could smell her perfume combine with her own scent.

Lisa arched her back and pressed her pussy harder against her hand. She rubbed more frantically while I pulled off her panties. Before I got a chance to touch her again, she was lost in the midst of an intense orgasm. She called out my name. She came multiple times before letting her body fall back to the bed.

Lisa lay with her hand covering her wet, tingly cunt and clit. She shuddered as a single finger slid over the clit one last time.

When I got to school the next day, a white envelope was taped to the outside of my classroom door. “Chris” was neatly written across the front. I took it off before unlocking the door and opening it. Across the hall, Lisa’s door was open but there was no sign of the teacher.

I sat at my desk and opened the envelope. A colorful card inside announced a “Welcome Back to School” party for the upcoming Saturday at one of my favorite local clubs. The card was signed by Lisa with an additional line, “Please come.”

My calendar needed no checking. Saturday nights were generally wide open for me and this one was no different. I felt like I “belonged” a little bit more now and hoped that by the end of the party I’d be much more at ease.

I stepped across the hall and found Lisa cleaning desks.

“Thanks for the invitation. I can’t wait,” I said.

“Good. I’m glad you can make it.” If Lisa had looked good in her shirt and jeans the day before, she was nearly stunning in her sleeveless top and shorts today.

“Today is cleaning day for me,” she said, perhaps noticing my eyeing of her outfit. “The guys do a good job during the summer of cleaning up, but I like to get the desks one more time. Just an old habit.”

“I think by Saturday I’ll be ready for a party,” I said.

“We all will be. It’s a good chance to get together and for the new teachers—like you—to meet everyone. Or at least everyone that shows up,” Lisa said. She looked over my shoulder as if looking for someone, then put her hand beside her mouth. “We don’t care about the rest.”

I laughed. This sounded like every school I had ever student taught in. I may be an inexperienced teacher, but I knew the social games that were played. And there was something about Lisa’s voice. It was soft…alluring.

Lisa walked toward her desk and reached inside her purse. She pulled out a second envelope.

“Here. This is for you,” she said, handing me the envelope.

I opened it eagerly and pulled out a gift certificate to one of my favorite clothing stores in the mall.

“Oh, Lisa. This is for me?”

“Yep. I want us to be friends. Maybe we can teach each other some new teaching tricks,” Lisa said with a smile.

“You shouldn’t have. Really. You didn’t have to do this,” I stammered.

“Use it to buy something fun.”

I wanted to go to her and show her how much I appreciated it, but just didn’t feel comfortable enough to do it. So I stood there like a little kid, shifting my weight nervously from one leg to the other.

“I will. Thanks, Lisa. I’ll let you get back to work. Come over when you need to take a break,” I offered.

“I will. See ya in a little bit.”

I turned and moved back into my classroom. My mind was cluttered with thoughts of work to do, the party Saturday and what to buy with my certificate. Slowly but surely I got the classroom organized and looking the way I wanted it. By Friday afternoon I was ready for the weekend.

I assured Lisa once again that I would be at the party. In fact, I was looking forward to it and wouldn’t have missed it. The opportunity to meet all the other teachers—well, at least most of them—in a social setting was too good to pass up.

Saturday afternoon I started giving serious thought to what to wear that evening. Should I go with something “business casual” to show my maturity (yeah, right) or something fun? Once the general category had been decided—fun—I keyed in on comfortable versus provocative versus stylish. Having ruled out provocative right away, based primarily on my belief I would not be picking up any men at this thing, I concentrated on comfortable and stylish.

Actually, I ended up with a combination of the two. I chose some tight designer jeans (comfortable) and a Chico’s denim re issue-shirt (stylish). I felt good.

The club Lisa chose was best known for live jazz, but the bar and lounges were exceptionally well suited for groups like ours. You could eat, drink, talk or do them all at once without having to shout all night. If you wanted to dance, you could. I just wanted to survive.

I walked in and headed for a lounge I suspected might be a likely spot for our group. bursa escort bayan Sure enough, Lisa and three other teachers were already sitting around a table with chips and drinks in front of them.

“Hey, Chris,” Lisa said in a welcoming tone from halfway across the room. “Glad you could make it. Have a seat.”

I had met the other women and remembered all their names but one, not bad for me. Soon, a waitress came around and after glancing quickly at what the others had I ordered a margarita.

“How many people do you expect?” I asked Lisa.

“Maybe fifteen, but they won’t all be here at once. They will come and go. We keep it pretty informal with people jumping from one table to another. Some of us dance, too,” she said with a smile.

“I’ll need a lot of margaritas to dance,” I said.

The women laughed. It was decided that was their goal for the night, to see Chris dance.

I was struck once again by Lisa’s attire. She wore a burgundy knit tank top over matching slacks. It looked stunning with her blonde hair–sexy without being blatant. Her bare shoulders and arms were well tanned and perfectly toned. She was beginning to truly disgust me.

Eventually, about eight female teachers and two of the male teachers joined us. I was on my second margarita and enjoying the band that had just started their set in the room next door. I warned myself that one more margarita would do it.

Lisa was playing hostess, jumping from table to table, and leaving me to strike up occasional conversations with other teachers. This was good, I supposed, from a professional perspective. But I really wanted to chat more with her and learn more about her.

In due course, she walked behind my chair, tapped me on the shoulder and signaled for me to walk with her toward the bar. I eagerly got up and joined her.

She stood close enough for our arms to be touching.

“There are two guys at the other end of the room, sitting at a round table near the end of the bar,” she began. I started to turn. “Don’t look!”

I giggled at the urgency of her statement.

“They’ve been watching you for at least fifteen minutes now. If you’re interested…” She didn’t finish the sentence. We stood at the bar. I sneaked a look.

They were attractive enough and maybe a couple years older than me. It only took a few seconds for their eyes to find us. I quickly turned back to the bar.

“White wine for me. Chris?”

“Uh. Oh, nothing for now. Thanks,” I said.

“Well?” Lisa asked with a devilish smile.

“I think it’s you they want,” I replied naively.

“Chris Spivey. I swear. We need to work on you.”

Lisa’s drink arrived and we sauntered back to our chairs, avoiding the eyes of the two guys at all cost. I wasn’t sure what excited me more. The fact she may have been right about the guys or the fact I may have finally captured Lisa for a chance to talk.

We chatted about college, where we used to live, kids to watch out for at school and other unrelated stuff. She was an excellent conversationalist with a wicked sense of humor and lots of sarcasm. I didn’t take it as the alcohol speaking either. I thought this was the real Lisa coming out.

She learned about my insecurities and I learned about her mistakes. She learned I liked baths more than showers and I learned she had an underwear drawer for “special occasions.” We laughed a lot.

At some point during the conversation a margarita appeared on the table in front of me.

“Is this mine?” I asked.

“Must be,” Lisa said. “You’re not going to just let it sit there, are you?”

“But I…”

“Drink it.” Lisa’s voice wasn’t motherly, but the implication was there just the same. Maybe in ten years I could do the same thing to a new teacher.

We were back talking almost immediately. Ten minutes later I lost all control of the evening. The band was playing, I was swaying to the music in my chair and Lisa was grabbing my hand.

“Come on,” she said. She pulled me up much too fast and I managed to dodge past people, chairs and tables on instinct alone. A few seconds later we were in the adjoining room. Then we were on the dance floor.

Luckily, we weren’t alone. I only recognized one other teacher, but the other bodies made me think in my half-drunken state of mind that the entire room wasn’t staring at just me.

Lisa could dance. Between the band scarcely twenty feet away and watching her move, I got into it fairly rapidly. More people arrived and by the third song I was dancing with just about anybody brave enough to stand in front of me—male or female.

At some point I caught a glimpse of Lisa’s little burgundy butt swinging past. I couldn’t tell who she was with, if anybody. I was relieved when we reconnected during the next song.

“Ready for a break?” she asked, leaning into my ear to speak over the band.

“Yeah. How about you?”

“Yes,” Lisa said. She turned and I followed.

As we approached our table, a smattering of applause arose from the handful of teachers awaiting us. I gave them my best dirty look. When we sat down—rather, Lisa sat and I collapsed—she said, “You were great. You’ve done this before.”

“Only when I’m physically dragged out there. But I’m glad you did.”

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For the life of her, Fiona Barrymore could not imagine why she kept attending these things.

She had been with Spicer Industries for longer than she cared to remember, working her way up from receptionist to senior vice-president, and yet she could not remember a single Christmas party that was anything more than a wonderful cure for insomnia.

The one and only time anything even vaguely interesting had happened was when somebody stumbled onto that delightfully busty marketing executive getting screwed in her office by three young men from the mail room! There had been quite a fuss, as Fiona remembered it, and the executive’s husband had been quite perturbed. That had been almost ten years ago though and nothing so interesting seemed likely to happen tonight.

Sipping at her drink and wishing it were something a little stronger, Fiona found herself standing at the back of a small group of men and women as Arnold Kravitz, the company’s aging CEO, told the same stories he told at every one of these parties. She pretended interest to be polite, but knew most of the others did so simply to suck up to him.

Two of the biggest brown-nosers she had ever seen were even now sitting to either side of the CEO and oohing and aahing over everything he said. One was Angelique, his gorgeous young trophy wife who was just waiting for the old man to drop dead so that she could get her hands on his money. The other was Douglas Woodson, a young executive who owed his rapid advance up the corporate ladder entirely to sucking up and stealing credit for other people’s work.

For someone like Fiona who owed her position to a lifetime of hard work, people like Douglas were endlessly irritating. Had it been up to her, he would have been fired long ago, but he had Arnold’s ear now and the CEO was blind to his failings.

Fiona let her eyes drift slowly around the room, willing herself not to get into a foul mood over this now, only to stop suddenly when she spied the vision standing by the Christmas tree. The woman was young and beautiful, but not the plastic sort of beauty of someone like Angelique. She had a natural, wholesome beauty that was hard to find these days. This was just the sort of woman that Fiona had always had a weakness for and she didn’t even realize that she was staring at her.

The woman was standing with two men, she belatedly noticed. Nick Davis and Oscar Cook. She was keeping close to Nick, wearing a forced smile and looking as bored as Fiona felt as the two men laughed over something they were remembering, and so she guessed that she was his wife. Another young up and comer, Nick was the complete opposite of Douglas and was advancing rapidly up the corporate ladder through hard work alone and Fiona respected him for that.

It seemed there were fewer and fewer men and women like that every year.

It was common knowledge in the company that one of the executives directly under Fiona was planning to retire shortly. Only two candidates had any real hope of being promoted to replace him – Douglas and Nick. Nick had certainly more than earned the position and Fiona had let Arnold knew how highly she thought of him, but unfortunately the CEO was convinced that Douglas could walk on water.

The thought of having to work so closely to someone like that made Fiona’s skin crawl, but right now all she was focused on was the beautiful woman standing just behind Nick. Almost before she knew what she was doing, Fiona found herself strolling over. She knew that nothing could ever happen between her and this woman, knew that her career could never survive the scandal of being caught hitting on the wife of one of her subordinates, but she would have kicked herself forever if she did not seize this opportunity to at least meet this woman.

Meanwhile, as her husband and his best friend reminisced over some supposedly hilarious incident, Janine just kept smiling and hoped that they wouldn’t notice just how bored she was with it all. Holding a drink in both hands as she stood just behind the two animatedly talking men, she wondered idly if either of them even remembered she was there. Certainly, neither had so much as looked at her much less spoken to her for quite a while.

Janine adored her husband and had almost since the day they met way back in high school, but ever since he went to work here at Spicer his work seemed to consume him. He put in long hours at the office and even brought work home with him and so they hardly ever had a chance to just spend a little quality time together anymore. He never failed to apologize when she complained, but he also insisted that it was necessary if he was going to be able to give her the life of comfort he had promised her when he asked her to marry him.

It did seem to be working. Nick had been rising steadily through the ranks of Spicer Industries ever since he started working here. Still, she couldn’t help but miss how close they used to be.

As she gave up on trying to keep up with bursa escort Nick and Oscar’s conversation, Janine let her eyes wander around the room until they came to rest on a woman who seemed to be headed in their direction. She was a tall, middle-aged woman who carried herself with an air of authority and confidence the young housewife couldn’t help but admire, but what really made her stop and stare was how beautiful she was.

“Good evening, my name is Fiona Barrymore.”

Janine shook the hand the woman offered, not really minding when she held on a little longer than was really necessary. “Janine Davis. I’m Nick’s wife,” she answered, finding it hard to look anywhere but into her eyes.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you,” the woman purred.

“Oh, sweetheart, this is my boss, Fiona … ”

Both ladies started in surprise at the sound of Nick’s voice, but didn’t look away from each other for a moment more. “Yes, we just met.” they said at the same time.

If Fiona had thought this woman was beautiful before, she thought she was absolutely perfect now. What incredible big, blue eyes, Fiona marveled to herself. And who could possibly find anything wrong that wonderful smile! She couldn’t imagine why everyone in the room wasn’t swarming around this lady begging for her attention.

As they fell into conversation, Fiona was delighted to discover that she was more than just a pretty face. Janine proved to be the most charming and intelligent woman she had met in far too long. She might have been a little conservative in some of her attitudes, but Fiona found her a pleasant change from all the cynical people she dealt with day in and day out.

Janine was a little intimidated by the almost aristocratic aura that surrounded the older woman, but found it exciting. She could well imagine how her subordinates must hurry to obey her commands. Over the course of their conversation, she found Fiona to be more worldly than she could ever hope to be and she marveled at all the places she had been and the things she had done.

Oscar and Nick fell silent and just watched the two women for a moment. They had met just a few minutes ago and yet they were talking about everything and nothing like the oldest of friends. Neither of them were paying even the slightest bit of attention to the two men and only offered a short, cursory reply when one of them tried to join the conversation. Nick felt like a third wheel, especially after Oscar finally moved on to visit with someone else.

For the life of him, Nick didn’t know how to feel about his wife and boss hitting it off like this. It probably couldn’t hurt his career, but he certainly didn’t want them trading embarrassing stories about him. It was the same sort of feeling he got when he heard his wife gossiping with his mother.

Nick heard something then that made him pay closer attention to what the two women were talking about. His wife had just said something about what a challenge it must be to run a big corporation like this and Fiona was relating her latest headache. “… so you can imagine how upset they are! Our biggest clients! Now I have to find someone who can fly all the way across the country at the last minute to spend the next week or so straightening this out. And right in the middle of the holiday season, too!”

“I’ll do it.”

Both women turned to him in surprise. When Fiona saw the upset look that crossed Janine’s face, her heart went out to her and she actually found herself trying to talk him out of it for her sake, but he would not be swayed. He was determined to go and so she finally relented and accepted his offer.

Nick consoled himself that he would have lots more Christmas’s in the future with Janine and this could only help his chances of earning that promotion. She had mentioned before that she would like to see more of him and he had known that she would not appreciate being left alone over the holidays, but when he had won that promotion he knew he could make it up to her in grand style. Finally he’d be able to shower her with all the toys and treasures a woman like her so richly deserved.

Knowing that time was of the essence if he was to save the account, Nick made up his mind to take a flight out the next morning and he and Janine started for the door. He needed to go home and get everything he would need packed.

Fiona was quick to stop them, touching Janine’s arm lightly. “Won’t you wait a little longer,” she asked, hoping that it wasn’t obvious that she was really only talking to Janine. Scrambling for a good reason why they should linger when they had so many important preparations to make, she finally blurted out, “They’ll be awarding the door prizes in just a moment.”

“No, we’d really better go.” With the cutest little laugh, Janine added, “Besides, I never win anything.”

Once they had gone, Fiona found herself looking after them for a long moment. Oh, this was bad, she thought to herself. She was really falling escort bursa for that young lady. She was standing there lusting after the wife of her very best subordinate. She didn’t need to remember the huge, ugly mess that marketing executive had caused to know that this was not a good thing. Besides, Janine seemed utterly devoted to her husband and Fiona doubted that she had ever given any thought to cheating on him.

On the other hand, in a city the size of this one she probably would not see Janine again until the next Christmas party. Surely that would be plenty of time to get rid of these troublesome feelings before she did anything rash or foolish. As she finally turned away and went to freshen her drink, she paid scant attention to the raised voice of the CEO behind her as Arnold announced that he was going to start handing out the door prizes.

Senior executives at her level were not eligible to win the prizes – they were a thank you from management to the rank and file for all their hard work. She had contributed one of the prizes herself, in fact: an all expenses paid week at the exclusive spa she was a member of. From what she’d heard, a lot of the female employees had their eye on that prize.

The sound of Nick’s name finally forced her to pay attention to what was going on again and she was a little startled to realize that, to a chorus of disappointed groans, he had just won that week at her spa! As soon as he understood that Nick and his wife had already left, Arnold turned to Fiona as he knew she was his immediate superior. “Fiona, would you please let him have this the next time you see him?”

Taking the spa passes as if in a daze, Fiona found herself fantasizing about sitting in a warm jacuzzi with Janine, letting the roiling water sooth and relax them, then reaching over to softly touch her face before kissing those full lips. Her other hand only then rising to firmly cup her …

Fiona shook herself out of that almost overpowering daydream desperately, more determined than ever to keep her distance from that woman. She would wait until Nick got back from his trip to give the passes to him here at the office. She certainly wasn’t going to actually go all the way out to his suburban home to give them to his lovely wife while he wasn’t home.

Fiona had to wait until the party was starting to break up before she was able to get a few moments alone with the CEO. Douglas and Angelique had stepped away from him at last to talk quietly to each other about something. As far as Fiona was concerned, those two conniving schemers made a perfect couple and she couldn’t help but wish they would focus their attention on each other and leave poor old Arnold alone.

Then again, if poor old Arnold could think with something other than his dick, Angelique would have been out on her ass a long time ago. If poor old Arnold would just open his eyes, the only job Douglas would be able to get in this company was as a janitor.

Going over to see him, she told the CEO that her very best man had just volunteered to leave his family and friends over the holidays to keep Spicer Industries from losing it’s biggest customers. She told him that this kind of dedication and hard work would surely keep this company running smoothly and profitably well into the future and shouldn’t Nick get that promotion. She was shocked by what he answered.

“The promotion? Oh, I think Douglas would be the right man to give that to.” Dismayed for Nick, Janine, and, yes, for herself, she tried hard to change his mind. “Now, Fiona, your favoritism towards Nick has not gone unnoticed. If you would just take another look at Douglas, I’m sure you would see all of his good qualities.” Douglas and Angelique appeared then, hastily leading him away from her.

Another look? If she took another look at that whining toady she would scream.

As Fiona went in search of something a little stronger to drink, she decided that she had to let Nick know what was happening, but this was not news she wanted to give him over the telephone. Perhaps if she went over to his home early enough, she could catch him before he left for the airport. Then she wouldn’t have to endure being alone with that delectable young wife of his.

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Janine and Nick had met in high school as sophomores and become fast friends, but it was not until late in their senior year that they started dating. They had dated each other almost exclusively for four years before finally marrying shortly after graduating college. Now, with Nick seemingly hurtling up the corporate ladder and Janine assuming the traditional role of housewife, they seemed to have a perfect life.

There was something simmering deep under the surface of this young housewife, however. Something she had always been scared to acknowledge. Something that had been troubling her for as long as she could remember.

Her parents had been very strict conservatives and had raised bursa escort bayan her to believe that a woman’s proper place was in the home, “barefoot and pregnant.” She was taught that a woman had to be married to be fulfilled and that the highest office she should ever hope to attain was motherhood. They instructed her that a good wife understood that her husband was in charge and that she should always defer to his judgement.

All of this had left a lasting impression on the girl. Though she did recognize that a woman had every right to pursue a career, and that her husband was not right about everything, Janine had been left with a noticeably submissive personality. She admired women like her husband’s boss Fiona who were confident and assertive and did not feel the need to defer to anyone when they knew they were right. She often wished that she could be more like that. That wasn’t what was so troubling her, however.

Her parents had always told her that sex was something that should only be shared between a husband and wife, that homosexuality was sinful and evil. No matter how hard she tried to fight it though, Janine had become infatuated with other women ever since she was a girl.

Even so, she didn’t fall for any of the other girls her own age. Perhaps it was the result of her submissiveness, but she always got crushes on older women – especially those who held some sort of authority over her. She had endured what she believed to be shameful fantasies about everyone from her school teachers to her own mother!

Just when she should have been focused on surviving the holiday season with her husband on the other side of the country, she had spent the night after returning home from the Christmas party daydreaming about her husband’s boss.

Fiona was exactly the sort of woman who always seemed to inspire these feelings in her. Lying in bed next to her snoring husband, she had pictured herself working in that office as Fiona’s assistant, running to obey her every command. As the fantasy of being dominated by this woman continued and her pussy started to churn, she imagined Fiona ordering her to undress, to lick her feet, to …

With a desperate, frustrated groan, she had leapt up from bed and dashed into the bathroom to finger herself off before she drove herself crazy.

When morning came and she saw her husband off with a long, deep farewell kiss, Nick just assumed she was being so passionate because they would be apart for so long. Little did he know that she still hadn’t gotten his boss off her mind and, at least in her imagination, it was Fiona’s tongue in her mouth.

Janine consoled herself with the thought that she would probably not see this woman again for quite some time, if ever. She would have all the time in the world to get these insane thoughts out of her head.

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Fiona was irritably muttering to herself as she drove into the suburbs towards Nick and Janine’s home. She had allowed herself a few drinks the night before and had slept in far longer than she had intended. It was now late morning and there was a very good chance that Nick would already be gone by the time she arrived.

The idea of finding herself behind closed doors and drawn shades in that house, all alone with someone like Janine both excited and worried her. She must not say or do anything to let this woman know how interested she was in her. Hitting on the wife of one of her subordinates would be the biggest mistake a woman like her could make.

Still, it wasn’t a good sign that she had spent part of the night before masturbating while dreaming of what it might be like to bed Janine.

Janine was doing some housework that morning when Fiona appeared on her doorstep. She was a little startled to realize that this powerful and important woman had come all the way out to the suburbs to her home. The thought that she may have come just to see her flashed through Janine’s mind, an idea that both thrilled her and made her very nervous.

All of Fiona’s irritability disappeared in an instant when the door swung open and she saw Janine standing there. At the party, the young housewife had been all dolled up in her best dress and with her hair and make-up done to perfection. Seeing her now dressed much more casually and comfortably made Fiona’s heart skip a beat. If anything, she looked so much more sexy and desirable now! Realizing that she was getting lost in Janine’s eyes, Fiona desperately shook herself out of it and reintroduced herself to her. “We met last night at the Christmas party, remember?”

“Yes, of course.” Janine breathed, gazing up into the other woman’s eyes. For just a moment she could have sworn she saw a peculiar gleam in Fiona’s eyes that she thought she recognized, but she wrote it off as her imagination. Realizing that they were just standing there staring at each other, Janine backed out of the way. “Won’t you come in?”

Fiona entered the home slowly as if she was walking into some kind of trap. “You just missed Nick, I’m afraid,” Janine said, sending a chill up the business woman’s spine. As she had feared, she was all alone with this woman. “Would you like to sit down? Can I get you something to drink?”

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We call her G. In fact, everyone calls her G, it’s easier than pronouncing her full name. She is a friend my wife met over the internet years ago. The first time we met in person was a dinner with both families, but since then she and my wife have hung out several times. When I have the privilege of seeing them together, I make full use of it in my fantasies the next free moment I get. Both women are thin with beautiful long hair; my wife’s is brown to match her eyes, and G’s is black. G’s skin is smooth and dark while my wife’s is light. In my imagination that makes an incredibly beautiful contrast when they touch. And in my mind they touch each other quite often.

I was always sure that one day, if their friendship continued, they would explore each other’s bi-sexual curiosities. I never thought for a minute that I would actually be there to see it happen. It was a warm Sunday afternoon about three weeks ago when G and her daughters came over to play in our new pool. G’s husband works in sales and weekends are always busy for him. Our daughter loves when her friends come to our house to play, and with my wife four months pregnant, she enjoys the time to relax with her friend while I watch the kids. That’s how it all happened; I was out at the pool with the girls while G and my wife sat talking on the sofa in the living room. The kids were old enough to not have to be watched every moment, so my attention shifted to the ladies inside.

I could see them through the glass doors, but not all that well through bursa escort the glare. My wife was sitting in the middle of the sofa as G sat next to her with her legs tucked under her skirt. I had glanced a few times before it happened; as I strained to see through the glare, I realized my wife was lifting her shirt. My mind raced. My wife was stripping for her friend. Why? What had been said? Who had started it? Why was I stuck out here? Just as my imagination started to race it was brought to a dead stop. G reached over and felt my wife’s belly. She was just beginning to show her pregnancy, and here I was getting excited by a tender moment between friends. I would have felt ashamed if I hadn’t thought my hastiness was so funny.

I turned back, with a smile on my face, to watch our daughters splashing each other playfully. All in all, this was a nice moment. I was feeling quite happy with life in general; wonderful wife, beautiful daughter, good friends. At least a minute passed before I looked back into the house. I was confused to see G’s hand still resting on my wife’s belly. It had lingered longer than I would have expected. These two beautiful women had my attention again. There it was. I don’t think I noticed it the first time. The contrast between there skin tones. They were simply sitting there, face to face, talking while G’s hand rested on my wife’s soft skin. I knew they were discussing something non-sexual like breathing techniques or contractions, but my imagination began to get the better of me:

“It bursa escort bayan is amazing isn’t it?” G asks my wife.

“Yes it is.”

“Does it feel nice?” G asks as her hand slowly begins to caress my wife’s skin.

Closing her eyes as G’s hand lowers my wife whispers, “Yes.”

When she opens her eyes again, G is staring into them, only inches away. “How nice?”

My wife can only sigh.

“How nice does it feel?” G asks again as her fingers lower and begin to play with my wife’s pubic hair.

The sighs become soft moans as my wife closes her eyes again. G seizes the moment to do what I am sure she has fantasized of doing for a very long time. As her fingertips find the silky folds of my wife’s pussy, she leans in the extra few inches for a first kiss. What breath my wife had left escapes into G’s waiting mouth. Their lips part with a familiarity that is borne of months of mutual fantasizing.

G begins to slide her fingers up and down my wife’s ever-more-sensitive pussy as their tongues explore each other. My wife’s hand wraps around G’s head and grabs a hold of her black, silky hair. Their kisses grow more rhythmic as G begins to slide her insatiable fingers inside my wife’s pussy. Feeling the warmth deep inside, G begins to moan into my wife’s mouth.

With her free hand, my wife finds G’s bare leg and slides it up her thigh. When she realizes how wet G has become, their kiss is broken. Trying to catch their breath, they look at each other for what seems like forever. A escort bursa light smile crosses my wife’s glowing face and G returns the encouragement. Sliding her wet panties aside, my wife finds G’s hungry pussy and fills it with two fingers as quickly as she can. This time, it is G’s turn to close her eyes and moan. My wife smiles and stretches up to taste G’s lips again. As their kisses are renewed, their fingers pick up pace in what seems like a race to satisfy. Both are rocking their hips slightly and when G’s thumb presses down on my wife’s clit, it becomes too much for her to withstand. My wife explodes in orgasm as G pumps her fingers in and out of my wife’s convulsing, wet hot pussy. As my wife nearly screams into G’s mouth, she grabs hold of her hair even harder. G wraps her hand around my wife’s head and holds on to her.

As my wife’s orgasm subsides, she lets one hand drop from G’s hair as the other slides out from between G’s legs. She takes a deep breath before realizing that G has not let go of her. G has grabbed a hold of my wife’s hip and is still holding her head close. My wife returns this hug from her new lover and they share a last, sweet kiss before parting to fall back onto the sofa.

The screams and laugher from our daughters in the pool brought me out of my fantasy. I turned to check on the kids and they seemed to be as engrossed in their play as I was in my day dream. Looking back into the house, I was shocked at what I thought I saw. I struggled to make it out through the glare on the glass. It was my wife sliding her hand out from underneath G’s dress.

This is part one of a planned four to five part series. I welcome any and all comments or ideas. I will respond to any emails.

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(A flight of fancy and a gift to a friend with this latest little story. As always a special thanks to my friend patricia51 for her confidence and support. Thank you to our editor Marian, and a new critic who shall remain nameless but appreciated. I hope the “Irina” and “Tana” in life enjoy this and each other for a long, long time.)

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Elvy rolled over in the tangled bedclothes and bumped against the older brunette as naked as herself.

She nuzzled an earlobe and whispered, “How can I have you only once a year? You are the sexiest woman I have ever known.”

As she spoke her hand cupped the small breasted woman’s mound and slowly stroked up and down the tender slit. She slid a middle finger into the already or still moist channel to awaken the passion of earlier that day.

She pumped another finger into the loose lipped pussy in her hand. Her efforts were greeted eagerly by a quick ooze of musky honey and grinding asscheeks against her shaven mound.

The “snick snick snick’ of fingers pumping into her lover filled the tiny stateroom of the cruise ship they had chosen this year for their get away.

Elvy’s fuller breasts ground into the older woman’s back, a lava flow of her own nectar splashing the soft asscheeks in front of her.

She masturbated the older woman as though it were her own body she was toying with.

She knew every millimeter and wrinkle of that feminine grotto.

She played her lover like a fine violin.

The gasps, moans and undulating motions so well known to her made Elvy bury her fingers into her lover just as an orgasm washed over the older woman.

Elvy rolled over onto her back and lifted her hand. Watching the glistening fingers as they held suspended then slowly lowering them to her open mouth.

She noisily sucked each finger clean.

Her lover had turned and was kneeling beside the dirty blonde 40ish full bodied woman.

“You are terrible,” scoffed her partner.

“Elvy, time to get dressed for dinner.”

Elvy only moaned and said in her contralto voice, “Marlene, I have had my dinner, breakfast and luncheon.”

“Well as poetic as that may be. I am famished.”

“Three hours since sailing and already the sea air has done their wonders on all of my appetites. The one I need to satisfy now, Darling, is for nutrition.”

“Well, Sweetheart, now that you mention it. I could do for something more substantial,” laughed her long time female lover.

They showered. Separately, as the more grounded older woman insisted.

Clothing on this cruise line is not overly formal even for dinner. No assigned seating, and as they were told by the recreation director, a quite imposing and wickedly lovely Creole woman, no regimen for any activity. Ten days cruise of the South Seas with seven dockings at exotic islands.

They found a smaller table with only eight seat places and settled in making introductions to their table mates. Two young married couples and one mismatched pair of singles.

Dinner was served by one waitress, a very tall redheaded woman. She had a semi-Australian accent, but there were hints of several other lands and languages mixed in.

She introduced herself as Irina. As efficient as she was at table service, she also managed to keep the conversation at table moving when it seemed there was little to bond the cruise-mates.

When Irina bent over to serve the entrees for both Elvy and Marlene, though looking at the pair of married couples opposite she gave an invitation by simply commenting on the beautiful moon to be expected shining off the water on the lower promenade deck about midnight.

After a delightful dinner Elvy and Marlene spent some hours acquainting themselves with the shipboard accommodations. They mostly spent two hours in the casino where both won small amounts of money. Marlene was addicted to the slot machines, and Elvy found herself doing quite well at a Texas Hold’em table.

When they realized the hour, arm in arm like two schoolgirls they swept out of the gambling arena and meandered toward the elevator to their deck.

“Let’s take the sea air, Sweetheart,” suggested Marlene, as she glanced at a locator map of the decks and found they were one above the promenade. Taking the stairs they were quite happy to find it mostly deserted.

With an evil grin Elvy looked around for a secluded nook from which they might also be able to see the fully risen moon as well as give in to their adventurous natures .

There was an alcove about fifteen feet away, and as they approached, they could hear moans and gasps.

Definitely feminine whispers.

When they peeked around the edge of the alcove neither was surprised to see a woman on her knees behind another. The surprise was that they noticed the dark almost mahogany colored skin of the social director’s butt and Irina’s red hair bobbing.

They watched and listened to the whimpers and the wet lapping sounds. Curly to the point of being wiry black hair swaying as the standing woman ground back.

She bursa escort quietly commanded, “Yes, Irina, lick my ass, baby. Drive your tongue into Tana’s asshole.”

Elvy and Marlene looked at each other, then up and down the deserted deck and back to the hot scene.

Elvy then moved into the small space and placed her hand on the back of Irina’s head, holding her to her sensual task, and leaned over Tana’s shoulder to kiss her open lips.

Tana tried to move away, but her hands were holding her away from the wall and her surprise was quickly replaced by the muscle tightening spasms in her pussy.

She moaned and grunted, writhed and shook as an orgasm washed over her.

Irina sank back on her heels…her face flushed…her breathing in huge gulps of air.

Then she looked up and around only to say, ” Hello, ladies. I told you there would be a nice moon on the promenade deck tonight,” with an almost evil giggle.

Tana turned to face the trio.

“You wicked bitch,” tumbled out of her in a rush, but with a gleam in her eyes.

“Now we are done for.”

Marlene stepped up to her and took her hand as she said, “Not nearly done for. Barely begun.”

“You two had better be off duty, because you are coming with us to explain ‘native customs and traditions’.”

The crew members adjusted their clothing and walked from the alcove to stand at the railing turned to face the passengers.

“We are free until docking at 5AM ,” responded Tana, “I believe you ladies are the ones Irina mentioned from dinner last night. Normally I have a severe problem with my girl being mauled, but shall make an exception if you make appropriate amends.”

Tana’s face transited from cool, to a fierce warrior scowl, to a pleasant wide perfectly charming grin.

“We had better be off in that case. We are burning moonlight,” Marlene said as she locked arms with Irina and Elvy did the same with Tana.

Tana got a sly grin on her face and whispered into Irina’s ear as the quartet stood by the elevator.

“This is a night cruise and the captain always spends it on the control deck. He is a complete wanker, and we may as well use his cabin,” Tana said with a huge evil grin.

The quartet entered the elevator and Tana put a key into the panel . She also put a code into the keypad before the doors closed and they were whisked to the private deck for senior cruise staff. She lead the band up another set of stairs and again keyed the door panel to allow them entry to a huge stateroom overlooking the ships prow.

The cruising couple stood at the large glass panels and took in the magnificent view of man made ship and the tranquil sea under streaming full moonlight.

Irina threw her arms around both women and turned to kiss each wetly and sensually.

She felt two pairs of hands running up and down her body as her clothing seemed to melt away.

Neither Marlene nor Elvy noticed that Tana had slipped out of the stateroom as they concentrated on the tall red-haired woman who had been their mutual target since dinner hours before.

Slipping from their own dresses, neither woman wore underwear, much to the delight and shock of Irina.

Elvy kissed the redhead fiercely, sucking her tongue and sharing saliva, bubbly beads of warm liquid mixing and running from mouth to mouth.

At the same time, Marlene was kissing the bare shoulders before her and licking down the long spine. Her hands kneading the firm high lifted asscheeks grinding back and forth.

Elvy sucked at the thin flesh at Irina’s neck hollow, biting and wetting her flesh.

She sank almost in synchronism with Marlene behind the Greek goddess to suck and nibble Irina’s stiffened pink nipples. Open mouthed and wetly laving first the right then the left. Drawing as much of the breast into her mouth and flattening her tongue to rasp round and round each areola.

Marlene sank to her knees more quickly and concentrated on nipping and sucking the firm uplifted asscheeks. Her curled fingers traced down Irina’s legs and lightly stroked the backs of the tall woman’s knees which caused the crew member to moan loudly.

Just as Marlene licked down the crease separating the sun tanned asscheeks Elvy bowed and as her knees bent she kissed the very dark bush on Irina’s mound

Again as one skilled and practiced unit, both older women run tongues through the inviting slits presented to them and slowly teased.

Elvy’s thumbs and Marlene’s fingers separated the lips and cheeks before them and licked and pushed saliva from their mouths at the rosebud and vaginal openings they adored.

Humming and murmuring, they licked and probed as the redhead writhed and nearly lost her balance at the unexpected ease and skill being exercised on her.

Elvy sucked the nice sized clitoris protruding from her hood. She stroked it up and down with the tip of her tongue. She rolled it and bounced the sensitive flesh. When Irina was exclaiming how Elvy was driving her insane with want, she had to turn her attention to the sensation escort bursa of Marlene’s tongue probing her anus.

Marlene circled the tight wrinkled ring with tongue tip. She pushed more and more of her saliva into the slowly opening ring until her tongue slipped inside to lap the smoother and much more humid asshole. Her lips sealed the ring and she sucked as she waggled her tongue.

Now Elvy tilted her head and rolled her tongue to thrust into the puffy lipped vagina which was leaking a slick stream of aromatic nectar.

With a throaty moan she tasted the sweet, musky flow from her target. She nodded her head as her tongue burrowed deeply into the slick and effaced opening. Her nose bumped repeatedly onto Irina’s clit.

The redhead, for her part, gripped Elvy’s hair and rocked back and forth between the tongues and hands of her tormentors.

Just as she was starting to feel the tightening of her tummy muscles. As she felt her pussy spasming around the skilled tongue. Just as she felt her ass throb and pulse. Her head was drawn back and those dark lips of her Creole lover pressed against her mouth and thrust her tongue deeply in a savage, possessive wet kiss.

Tana pinched the redhead’s nipple and almost flattened it.

Somehow her body took this as permission and Irina quivered and but for the hands and mouths and bodies pressed tightly to her would have collapsed and flopped wildly as her orgasm overwhelmed her.

Tana broke the kiss and the older women moved to hold each other in their own passionate embrace as Tana draw her taller lover into her arms and cooed lovingly as she soothed the savage jerks and writhing she knew as a marvelously intense orgasm..

“That’s my baby. Yessssss, Irina. Cum, darling. Shhhh shhhh, the night is young.”

Meanwhile, after a long soulful kiss between Elvy and Marlene, the women explored the stateroom and found a chilled bottle of champagne which they popped open and poured four glassfuls.

One glass in each of their hands they approached the other pair and offered a toast.

“To a happy cruise.”

“To a very sexy cruise,” replied the Australian couple.

The quartet chatted easily as they drank the champagne compliments of the ship’s captain.

The contrasting body shapes and sizes would have had comments if anyone had been there to make them.

Irina was just over 6 feet tall, slender, high butt and short cropped unnaturally red hair.

Tana, a scant half inch or less shorter, dark almost chocolaty overall skin tone. What made her especially striking was a thick patch of fur at her sex. Curly black hairs almost hiding her vagina.

Marlene, the shortest of the two couples, brunette with wisps of gray proudly in her hair. Small breasts, pale skin but with a southern US lilt in her speech which made her more sexual than even she realized.

Elvy, fortyish, mostly blonde and speaking in a nasally northern US twang was unabashedly aware of her own sexuality and sensuality.

She walked over to the bag Tana had brought into the stateroom while she and Marlene were occupied with Irina and rummaged through the contents.

She tossed out tubes of various flavored and scented gels to find what she knew would be there. Triumphantly she held up an 18 inch double headed dildo and let both heads wobble as she shook it holding the center.

“I knew you would have one of these beauties,” she proclaimed.

Plunging back she next held out a leather harness and one of the thickest strapon cocks any of them had ever seen.

“OK, which one of you get this? I know Marlene will die for it,” she laughed.

Marlene, for her part, simply gave a gargled response, not overly clear whether it was displeasure her lover was being so spontaneous, or in envy of the shape and size of the latex cock.

Elvy raised the harness and strapon over her head and danced merrily.

Tana and Irina had thrown their arms around each other’s waists and kissed passionately as the older couple headed for the captain’s large bed and tumbled into it together.

Marlene stretched her arms and legs out and the Australian pair leapt onto the bed on either side of her.

Irina leaned forward to kiss the brunette with open and wet mouth as Tana ran her tawny fingers over the supine woman’s breasts down to the hood at the tip of her mound.

Marlene wriggled and moaned into Irina’s kiss as her body seemed to vibrate with the skilful manipulation of the Creole’s knowing hands and fingers.

Her mouth wide open she was somewhat surprised when Irina formed her cheeks back and forth to produce a large glob of saliva which she allowed to fall in a long thin line between her lips to the surprised brunette’s mouth.

Marlene swallowed, gurgled and held the saliva which commingled with her own to form a bubbly pool.

She pursed her lips and formed a frothy foam which Irina added to almost continuously.

As surprising and as titillating as that activity was, Marlene became aware of the stroking, circling and probing fingers of the bursa escort bayan mocha social director.

Her pussy was nearly as sodden as her mouth when Tana stroked up and down the lips of the close cropped pussy and wriggled her long middle finger into the smooth channel between.

Tana twisted and hooked her finger deeper and found that magic spongy pad rather easily. She tapped the spot over and over until Marlene rolled her lower body and her legs seemed to spasm.

Irina pressed her open mouth to the brunette’s and sucked and spit back a joined ball of saliva making the older woman moan in bubbly gurgles.

Elvy watched her annual lover enjoy the incredible sexual play of the antipodal pair.

It was not rehearsed any more than the Americans’ initial love making with Irina, but simply a well known and savored way to introduce a new lover to the reality that they are a couple, a loving pair.

Elvy inspected the various devices and lotions and gels from the bag in great detail and chose first a clear tube filled with what purported to be a warming gel with a strawberry flavor. She considered the cinnamon also with an almost evil grin, but mentally reserved that for later.

Squeezing a great glob of the gel onto two fingers she approached the jumble on the bed and applied her fingers first to the dark skin of the woman skillfully fingering her lover’s cunt. She twisted and spread the gel along the Creole’s swollen pussy lips and dipped fingers deeply inside.

Her fingers began a steady in-out motion, massaging the tender inner membranes, spreading the gel.

Tana began a soft murmur as she felt the heat rising at and in her sex.

She kept her own steady probing of Marlene’s pussy, but had lost some of the intensity and concentration from the onset.

Elvy lifted the mahogany toned naked woman’s leg and drove her face into the fleshy center.

Her tongue lapped and swirled.

Each lick spread the gel and warmed it gradually.

Tana began to gyrate her hips, her ass grinding in the air as Elvy teased artificially heated flesh and sexual membranes.

Elvy concentrated on Tana’s clitoris now.

Sucking the nub between her lips she flailed the engorged stalk with her tongue.

The gel warmed and gave another dimension to the room’s overall pervasive aroma of lust and female arousal.

Elvy’s fingers probed the amazingly tight pussy at her face.

As the blonde attacked the Creole Marlene and Irina rolled into a distinct pairing.

Marlene was on her back, holding her legs over her head. Irina was dripping more and more of her saliva now.

She dripped and spat globs of saliva at the brunette’s asshole then probed the rosy wrinkle with her tongue.

Humming lustily, Irina nodded and rolled her head side to side. She had fingers probing her own wet pussy. She dipped and fucked her fingers into herself with a growing need.

Elvy now was raking her fingernails along the firm muscular thighs of her love interest. Her tongue drove deeply and steadily into the open sweet tasting pussy buried deep in the dark forest between Tana’s thighs.

They paused briefly to contort into the classic sixty-nine position, Elvy’s mouth never quite disconnecting from Tana’s gelled and strawberry flavored pussy.

The blonde knelt over her lover and long fingers on her ass drew them into a tight ball.

Lips and tongues probed and wriggled into molten flesh.

Steamy juices oozed and coated both faces as the blonde and chocolate swirl of flesh moaned loudly, exclaiming with muffled urgings toward a mutual satisfaction.

Irina had found the double headed dildo and was teasing it over the puffy rosebud slick with an enormous pool of saliva. She slid one head up, twirling it as she pressed the thick shaft higher past the mid section. The first head drooped under the weight of the latex cock and bounced against Marlene’s tummy. Irina then reversed the slide and drew the shaft back and it bumped and bounced first on the brunette’s clit, then her soupy pussy, and finally again the head twirled over her saliva soaked ass-ring.

Marlene was writhing, she was urging Irina to fuck her with the pseudo cock.

“Do my ass. Fuck my cunt. Damnit anywhere!”

Irina grinned evilly and twisted the head against Marlene’s asshole.

The head popped into the ring and the older woman groaned loudly with pleasure at the invasion.

“Hands and knees now, Love,” whispered the redhead.

Marlene rolled to her side and held the dildo to her body as she knelt and supported her upper body with one hand on the mattress.

Irina pressed more of the rubber dick into her lover and then knelt with the other head poised at her own anal ring.

She winced as the latex strained her asshole which she had the forethought to have smeared with one of the gels from the bag.

Facing opposite directions now, Marlene realized the method Irina wished to employ the long double dildo.

The mis-matched pair ground separate bodies joined by the slowly shortening latex shaft.

Rocking on hands and knees, grinding in opposite directions a feminine sensual imitation of the Coriolis effect appropriate to the opposing hemispheres in which the women lived.

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I have always wanted to partake in a Dominant/submissive relationship. Especially the submissive role. There is something about being treated like shit that always turned me on. I first met her while I was on Chatango. Her name was Sara. She was a brilliant Mistress. Always making me feel like shit and giving me the most mind shattering orgasms I have ever had. And from what I read, I was a good submissive for her. I would do anything for her. So when She suggested that we meet I hopped on that bandwagon.

Her instructions were clear. Before I was to pick her up from the airport there was a list of things I was to complete. First thing I had to do when I woke up was to text her. She would give me my first official order. I hardly slept that night. Just waiting for her to hop off that plane. I wanted so badly to be hers. I did get some sleep. I woke up at 7 sharp. *I’m awake Mistress* I put my cell phone on the bed next to me waiting for her to text me back. It was only seconds later when I got the reply. *Very good My slave. Now I need you to do all that I ask by 9:15 sharp. I know how far your house is away from the airport. It will take you approximately 45 minutes to get there so at bursa escort 10:00 you will be waiting for me at my gate. But in the 2 hours and 15 minutes you must have everything completed to a T. First things is that I need you to take a shower. You are permitted to take a bath if you wish. Just remember your time limit. You are also allowed to pleasure your self, but no cumming. Next I need you to wear the outfit I picked out for you. You know which one. Next I need you to go to the store for groceries. You need to pick up steak, potatoes, eggs, butter, etc. You must also get some form of alcohol. I’ll leave that choice to you. And you need candles. The long thin ones. After that you need to go to the “toy” store and pick up the items the items that I have reserved with the store clerk. Just give her your name and she will get them. You will put the food away when you get home and set the toys in your toy box. Have this all done on time. I am looking forward to seeing you My slave. Love your Mistress.* I jumped up and did a little giddy dance. I looked at the clock it was 7:05. my Mistress was so kind. She assigned me things to do to keep me busy, so that way I wouldn’t be bored.

I escort bursa went into the bathroom and turned on the faucet. I decided to take the shower, but I did bring my waterproof dildo. I undressed and hopped into the steaming shower. The water felt good down my back. It was pleasantly hot. Turning my skin red. I then spread my legs. and slipped the dildo into my pussy. I moaned at how it had filled my tight, hot, and wet pussy. I moved it inside of me back and forth around and around. I knew instantly that I was about to cum. I felt my walls contract around it. I stopped right before the climax. I allowed myself to calm down and I started again. It took a short time to get me to my climax but I stopped right on time. My body only twitching softly.

I put my dildo away and I wash myself. By the time I get out of the shower it is past 7:45. I get out the outfit that I had recently bought online. It was a clingy leather skirt with a back and red formfitting tank top that had a major V-cut down the front. I was instructed when I bought this to never wear underwear or a bra with it. It held my 36DD breasts in it very well. I grabbed my keys and left. When I got to the store I received bursa escort bayan many looks from lots of people. I smiled to myself for this was the goal. When I got to Cindies, sure enough there was a bag waiting for me at the front counter. “Hi I’m picking up for Joanna Sherwood?” The store clerk nodded and handed me the bag. Stapled to it was a note from my Mistress. *you are not to open it till I instruct you. signed M* My breathing grew labored as I paid for the items and walked out.

Once I got home I looked at the clock it was 8:45. It was hard for me not to look into the black bag. I quickly stuck it into the box under my bed. I put away the groceries and headed to the airport. With traffic it took a pretty good time to get there. I was to wait for her at the gate with my back to the terminal. I waited anxiously as I looked at my watch with now said 10:01. I felt her before I saw her. Her cold eyes were on my back and when she placed her arms around my waist and her head on my shoulder, I sighed and shuddered. “You did well my Slave,” She whispered into my ears. She turned me around and placed a firm and controlling kiss on my lips. I melted into the kiss and wrapped my arms around her neck.

“Oh Mistress, how I’ve waited for this moment.” She looked into my eyes and I can see that her sharp green eyes peered into my anticipating gray eyes. We grabbed her bags from the baggage claim and drove home hand in hand.

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You have had a productive but long workday. You want to relax or at least have fun. You put your things away and think to yourself how you might achieve relaxing. After a few minutes thought you decide to text me and invite me over. You know I am always fun.

You know you will not have to wait long but it feels like hours before you hear the knock on your door. You open it and invite me in. My day has been long too, but I don’t bother telling you. I sit down on the couch, and we begin to chat about nothing in particular. You sit next to me, laughing at my little jokes and starting to relax a bit.

It takes you a moment to realize that my hand has found itself on your thigh, touching you and caressing your leg. You were hoping that this might be the reason of my visit. You move your hand on top of mine and guide it a little further up your leg. Our eyes seem to lock as our conversation stops quite abruptly.

I lean in closer to you and kiss your lips. The passion in our embrace is obvious to both of us. I press you against the couch as I lean a little closer to you. My finger continues playing with your clit. You can’t help but whimper a little as the pleasure courses around your body. You do your best to undo your pants and begin to pull them down. I get your hint. My hand moves to help yours.

With your pants now on the floor you look up at me with a little playful wonder, seeing what I might do next. I cannot help but look at your stunning body for a moment longer. You decide to take the initiative and begin to undo my pants. I don’t need much encouragement. It only takes a moment for them to fall on the floor. My dick is exposed for you. You want it in you, and you know you will get it.

I have to lean down a little to kiss you. We make out with great fervour for at least a few minutes. You can feel me trying to hold you closer to me. I pull your body just a little off the couch and twist your body escort bayan bursa around. Our kissing stops as your back turns on me. I grab your hips and pull you into a position I want you to be. With your body on the side of the couch and your legs hanging over, you know you are well braced for what will come next.

With your head leaning on the seat of the couch you feel my hands start to travel around your hips. I grab your butt a little and hold you closer. You cannot quite see what is going on, but you can feel the tip of my dick caressing your pussy, teasing you, trying to get you really wet for me. I gently slide myself into you. You breathe in deeply as the feeling grows within you. You can feel me sliding gently, slowly into you, my hands holding your hips.

With your feet touching the floor and your hips high in the air you are in the perfect position for me to go deeply into you. The anticipation builds within you. You have been thinking about doggy style for a while now and seems like you will be getting it today. I gently push my shaft deep into you. You cannot help but gasp as the pleasure starts to take you over.

My speed is so slow, and I just seem to keep going deeper into you. You hold your arm against the seat to try and hold yourself up for me. I hold myself a moment deep between your legs, pussy beginning to drip. Slowly I begin to pull myself out, rubbing every part of you as my shaft travels through you. The feeling of the tip of my cock gently caressing the lips of your pussy urges your desire for me even further.

I don’t quite pull my cock out before you feel me push into you again. I go slowly, gently, deeply. You feel every aspect of your pussy touched by my bulging cock. You cannot help but let out a little whimper of pleasure. My hands grip your hips tightly, though my fingers begin to travel around your figure a little, maybe trying to find a way to hold bursa sinirsiz eskort myself closer to you.

You try to push yourself a little closer to me, leaning toward me, feeling me go a little deeper into you. Once again, I begin to pull myself out again. I move slowly, but it seems that I must be getting even harder. I feel like I am taking up every millimetre of space within you. Once again, my tip brushes your pussy almost all the way out.

You feel my fingers grip your hips as I push back in once again. Your voice stirs as you feel me touching your every little part. You cannot help but notice that I am not needing to try as hard, you are so wet, it is really easy. My body presses against you as I go as far into you as I possibly can. I even pull you a little closer with my hands as you try to push closer to me. I am so deep within you.

I begin to pull myself out again, but this time it has come to your attention that my speed has increased a little. Maybe I am enjoying myself so much that I cannot help but let my animal instincts begin to take over. You don’t really care why; you just love the feeling sliding up through you. I nearly pull myself out again, but I quickly begin to push back into you. This time though, it is obvious that I am going faster. Maybe it is an attempt to go a little deeper into you.

You don’t care why, all you can really feel is my dick sliding down into you, plunging deeper into your body. You can feel the force of me against you as I push myself against your hips. You must move your arm a bit to brace yourself for the next time. I am certainly getting faster. You can feel the tip of me sliding up and down, up and down into you, seeming to shake the very fabric of your body. You cannot help but yelp as my impacts get stronger against you.

You try your best to hold yourself against me. Each time I push into you, that escort bayan seems to get a little harder. You can feel my hands gripping tightly, both holding you up and pulling me deeper into you. You can feel the sweat on my hands as my pace builds even further. Sweat begins to pour from your forehead too as the passion builds inside you.

With each thrust you face seems to bury into the seat a little more. The cushion may even fall off soon, but you don’t care, your attention is mostly to the feeling sliding up and down your body. Your pussy seems to be dripping like a broken tap, each shove stirring you closer to breaking entirely.

I lean forward into you, maybe trying to go deeper. You feel one hand slide into your hair. I grip your hair tightly and pull your head up a little. I kiss your neck wildly. You can feel the passion in each thrust, with each kiss I try to give you. You push your body up as best you can, holding yourself up to me as I pull your head back. My other hand travels around your body. I hold you close to me, almost fully embraced as each shove finds little parts of your body you were unaware of.

One hand grips your breast as I pull you closer to me. Your nipple feels my fingers grabbing you. Lips on your neck, one hand in your hair, the other on you front, all helping me steer myself further, further, further into you. You want to burst; you cannot help but burst in pleasure. You let out a roar of orgasm with all the feelings meeting somewhere in the middle.

You cannot help but almost fall into my arm underneath you. You try to hold yourself up as my dick keeps pounding in you. Each time I push you seem almost to fall forward. You can do little to hold yourself up, relying mostly on my grip. Your body crashes like a wave as another orgasm rushes around you.

It seems chaotic all our movement as your orgasm takes control of you. “I cannot hold it anymore, babe” I almost shout at you. I am trying to hold on that little bit more. “Then don’t” you gasp as the last ripples of your orgasm fall all through you. I push once, twice, going deepest into you. My third push finishes with the warmth of my cum shooting against you. I grip your hair even tighter as my cum rattles within you.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Shit!Shit! Shit!Shit!”

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

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

“Can I see your papers please?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The officer’s mind went crazy.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He licked her slit up and down slowly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Ahhhhhhh! Oh my GOD!” screamed Jane.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Hey I never got your name!”

“What’s it matter?” He asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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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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