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Part I ~ In the Office

Welcome pleasure seeker! I’m Vincenzo the head butler at the Toison D’or. This estate belongs to Lord Augustus Kensington Hayden Stilton Avante-Garde. He usually lives in the West wing of the palace as his adopted son Lord Dante lives in the East wing. My lord shares the many secrets and stories with me in private in the North wing. I see to it that he’s happy and he is pleased when his staff is happy living on his estate.

You never know what happens here, but one thing is for certain, you’ll leave happy and be thinking of coming back again and again. My lord aims to please the many special guests who visits the estate. He makes sure that his staff can always come to him for advice and the extra bonus. The staff is fully trained to please the guests at any level they so choose. The guests will agree the service is 5 stars if not more.

I remember my lord enjoying himself last week with a special lady by the name of Lillian. He definitely knows how to treat her well and make her feel very special. As I recall, it was a sunny, Spring day and his lordship was in his office looking at the floral arrangement, menu and other matters pertaining to a ballroom dance event coming up in a few weeks. The theme would be 1700’s in Paris. The guests will wear masks accordingly for that era with hair to match. It will be quite an event hosting about 200 guests. All the guests are expected to stay the night at the many rooms on the estate. Half the fun at these parties is to stay in one of the rooms set up for one’s desires to be fulfilled. Everyone leaves with a night to remember.

In the Office

His lordship always has his afternoon tea. In the midst of looking over the floral arrangement, there was a knock on the door.

Belle: Your afternoon tea, my lord.

Lord A: Ahh very good. Just leave it there. I’ve not seen you before. Are you new? What’s your name?

Belle: I’ve been here for a few months working at the East wing my lord. My name is Belle.

Lord A: Are you enjoying your stay here Belle?

Belle: Yes, my lord. Everyone here has been very nice.

Lord A: That’s nice to hear. You look like you have something on your mind. Care to share?

Belle: I wouldn’t want to bother my lord with my silly matters.

Lord A: Speak your mind. I’m sure you’ve heard how I like to keep my staff happy.

Belle: Yes, my lord. I’ve heard you offer much advice and also very giving.

Lord A: Well then, what is bothering you?

Belle: I’ve been spending a lot of time with the gardener on my free time. Well, I… I…

Lord A: Come out with it. What is it you have in mind?

Belle: I want to make him feel really good on our first night together. (Blushes)

Lord A: Ahhh. You want him to feel special, don’t you?

Belle: Yes, my lord. I do. But I’ve never kissed someone down there before. (Blushes some more)

Lord A: Well then, there’s always a first time for everything. Let me help you with that matter. Come over here.

Belle: Yes, my lord. (She stands near him)

Lord A: (He sits on his leather chair with his legs open.) Kneel down (He unbuckles his belt, unzips his slacks to show his soft member.) Now kiss my softness gently. Yes, that’s it. Now take it all in your mouth and swirl your tongue all around. Yes. Lick the tip of it. Very good. Pretend you’re enjoying a very thick milkshake with a wide straw. Ooooohh… You follow instructions well. (Reaches out to massage her set of softness with perky nipples. She moans when he pinched them.) Oh, you enjoy that don’t you?

Belle: (She nods as she savors his manhood getting harder and harder. When it became too big for her to keep in her mouth, she started to kiss his hardness up and down then licked it as if she would with ice cream.) Mmm… My lord, you’re thick and hard.

Lord A: I am because you’re doing a fine job of pleasing my member with all the suction your mouth is doing. Lick the tip some more. Oooohh… Yes. Ooooohh… (He holds her Escort İstanbul head with both of his hands so he could slide in and out of her mouth. This made her moaned some more.) It sounds like you’re enjoying this very much my little Belle. Pretty soon I’ll do this in another spot of your body. Can you guess where?

Belle: (She moaned even more at the thought of where he’ll put his hardness in next. She slowly removed her panties to show she’s ready for him.)

Lord A: Ahhh… You must be ready for me to fulfill you. (She blushed some more and looked down. She wanted him in her, but at the same time gasped at the thought of how thick his member was and how it may feel.) No reason to be shy. Now turn around and lean over the desk so I can see those soft, back cheeks that deserves the attention of my hands.

Belle: Yes, my lord. (She slowly got up and turned around to bend over the desk.)

Lord A: (He lifts her skirt up and massages her soft cheeks. She moans in delight.) Well well well. Look at how wet you are. I always love a handful of softness to hold. (He reaches for a condom in his desk drawer and quickly slips it on. Then slides the tip of his member all around her softness making her moan with anticipation. He grins in delight.) How badly do you want me to fulfill you?

Belle: (She moans and whimpers.) My lord, I want you to be satisfied. (She whimpers some more.)

Lord A: (He slides his member back and forth teasing her some more. Then he slowly slipped his way into her tight spot.) Oooohh… You’re very tight my Belle. (She tried to hold back her scream as he slid in inch by inch until all 8-9 inches of his hard, thick member was in. When he was all the way, he gave her a hard push making her scream out loud.) Sounds like you enjoy that. You want to please me, don’t you Belle?

Belle: (She answers as she tries to gasp for air.) Yes, my lord. Yes. (Her scream was muffled to show she was trying to hold back.) You’re so big, my lord. (Still trying to gasp for air as she feels her walls widen by the second.)

Lord A: (He grins and is most excited to feel her tightness.) It’s a good fit isn’t it Belle? I want you to open up to me. Wide open. How does my manhood feel? (He gives her a hard push again to make her scream.)

Belle: Oh my lord. You’re very fulfilling. (She holds back her screams and whimpers uncontrollably. There were so many emotions going on at the same time. She wanted to tell him something, but held back.)

Lord A: I like to be generous to my staff. Go ahead. Let it out. Scream if you like. (He puts his hands on her hips and holds it firmly as he gives her a few hard pushes making her even more wet and weak all over.) Now I want you to squeeze my member. Squeeze and let go. Yes. Keep doing that. Ooooohh… You should practice squeezing. It will be good for you. Ahhh… You’re doing well. I don’t want you to climax until I say so. Is that understood?

Belle: (She tried holding back her scream as she nods.) Yes, my lord.

Lord A: (He reaches into his other drawer for a small, slender tool. He put a condom over it and slid it into her back door.) Does it feel good to be double penetrated?

Belle: (She gasps at the idea that something has been inserted into her for the first time. She didn’t know what to think.) Oh my lord! I… I… (He turns the tool and slides it in and out making her moan.) I’ve never had anything go in that spot before. (She moans at his every turn.)

Lord A: (He grins at the delight of playing with another sensitive spot.) It sounds like you’re enjoying this. (He could feel how wet she was from all this teasing.) Again, I don’t want you to climax until I say so or else.

Belle: (She didn’t want to know what happens if she disobeys him. She was fighting hard to hold back her screams.) Yes, my lord. I’ll try my best. Your thick member is hard to resist. (She whimpers some more.)

Lord A: Now I want you to move those lovely cheeks up and down slowly. Yes, that’s it. (After İstanbul Escort Bayan a few minutes, he was ready to be relieved.) Move faster. Faster. (She had a difficult time picking up the pace. He turned on the tool making it vibrate lightly. This made her very anxious to move faster wanting relief for herself, but know that she couldn’t until he said so.) Ahhh… You just needed a little motivation. (She moaned continuously as she bounced up and down with his hardness inside her soaking wet and tight spot.) Ooooohhh…

Belle: (She gasps for air and moans loudly wanting him to turn it off.) Please, my lord. Please turn it off. Please. Please turn it off. I beg you to turn it off, my lord. (She holds back her scream.)

Lord A: The only begging you’ll do is when you beg to please my manhood. I’ll turn it off when I’m relieved. Ooooohh… (Shortly afterwards, he gave out a loud moan, turned off the tool and gave her a few hard pushes. He tried to catch his breath.) Aahhh… Ooooohhh… You did a good job, Belle. Oooohh… You should be proud of yourself. (He stayed in her for a few minutes before pulling out. Then removed the condom and wiped himself up with a wet towel. As the tool was still in her, he noticed that her soft spot was wide open and dripping wet. He sat back down in his chair and had her lean side ways so that he could insert his fingers in her wet and tender area as she kisses his member.)

Belle: (She was moaning and glad that he had pulled his member out of her. But she wanted relief very badly. Especially when his fingers are in her sensitive spot. She let out a small scream with every move of his fingers touching the sticky walls.) Mmmm… My lord, you’re making me very wet.

Lord A: Oooohh… Savor all of my manhood in your mouth while it’s soft. Why shouldn’t I make you wet? You should stay wet for your sake. You wouldn’t want me to force my way in while you’re dry would you? Oooohhh… Yes, lick the tip. I’m sure you’ll make the gardener very happy. But you should have a few more sessions before then. Oooohh… I want you to deliver my tea every afternoon for the next week or two.

Belle: Yes, my lord. (She continues kissing his thick, round and full tool of pleasure. The thought of being fulfilled by him each day made her feel special. At the same time she worries that she won’t be able to hold back her climax. But she wanted to make sure he was happy with her service and stay at the palace so she could be with the gardener. She knows that he’s doing this for her to be at her best for the guests and to make sure she gives the gardener a memorable time with her.)

Lord A: I want my staff members to be at their best for the guests. I’m sure you want to make lots of great memories for your special gardener. Ooooohh… (Each time he felt a wonderful sensation, he twitched his fingers some more to make her feel an undescribable sensation leaving her to moan and lose focus on pleasing his member.) Ooooohh… You know how to stay wet. I like that in a woman. I want you to squeeze some more. That’s it. Good. (He had her squeezing, kissing and staying wet for about 15 minutes before he was hard and ready to pound her some more.) Now lean over the desk again. (He wiped his fingers with the wet towel and put on another condom.)

Belle: (This time he didn’t go in slowly. Instead he tried to push in as much as he can with a lot of force. This made her scream. He was half way in. He did another hard push and she gave out another loud scream. This excited him even more.) AAHHHH!! Mmmm…. AAHHHH!!!

Lord A: Yes. I want you to hold on tightly to my hardness. Now bounce those cheeks and relieve me again.

Belle: Yes, my lord. Mmmm… Ooooohh… You’re so wide, my lord. Ooooohhh…

Lord A: Ooooohh… Yes. The better to open you up with. (He smiled and gave her a good push to get her to start bouncing.) Come on. Move those hips. Looks like you need a little motivation. (He turns the tool on again.)

Belle: Aaahhhh!! Anadolu Yakası Escort No, my lord. Please. No. (She couldn’t help to bounce up and down with the vibration making her more excited. She wanted to climax and this time it was harder for her to hold back.) Aaaahhhhh… Aaahhhhh… (She gasps for air and screams.) My lord! Aaaahhh…

Lord A: No. No. I don’t want to hear a word from you. Just screams and moans. Ooooohhh…

Belle: (She bit her lip and held back her screams as she bounced up and down. She couldn’t hold it back and longer. She soon climaxed and let out a very loud scream.) AAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!! AAHHHH!! AAAHHHHHH!!

Lord A: (He quickly pulled out which made her scream some more and turned off the vibration.) Well now, it seems that you couldn’t resist shaking hard for my manhood. As I’ve said before, you’re not allowed to climax untill I say so. Now you shall suffer the consequences. (He gave her 20 seconds to catch her breathe and then pushed his member in as fast and hard as he could.) I want you to climax again.

Belle: AAAAHHHHH!!! (She turned her head and said no because it was too much to handle.) Nooo… AAAAHHHH!!! No. Mmmm…

Lord A: Yes. Yes. Since you enjoy shaking, you shall shake some more. Lets find out how easily you climax in a row. (He holds onto her hips and pounds her hard and fast to make her peak again.)

Belle: Nooo… Mmmm… (She tries holding back her screaming. After a minute, she lets out another loud scream and hard shake.) AAAAHHHHHHH!!! AAAHHHH!!!

Lord A: (He stays in for 20 seconds making her feel his member thickness making her extra sensitive.) Oooohh… The gardener will enjoy the fact that you can climax multiple times in a row so easily or is it you can’t help to shake for my thick manhood?

Belle: AAAHHHH!! Please, my lord. Please take it out. It’s too much to handle. Mmm…

Lord A: (He gives her a few hard pushes before taking his member out again.) You should be enjoying all the hard attention my manhood is giving you, my very wet Belle. (He leans over to her ear and smiles. ) How about we go for a 3rd round of you screaming at the top of your lungs?

Belle: Mmm… No! No, my lord. Please, no. No. Mmmm… (She bites her lip and whimpers.)

Lord A: No? Why would you say no when it’s clear that my manhood is giving you so much joy? All your screams of delight tells me you’re enjoying all the hard attention. (After letting her catch her breath for a full minute, he pushes all the way in her as hard as he could.) I want you to shake some more.

Belle: AAAAHHHHHHHH!! Mmmm… (Her mind was almost drawing a blank from all the excitement. She had never been this wet before.)

Lord A: I want you to enjoy my hard tool sliding in and out of you. (He pulled and pushed continuously making her scream and gasp for air and scream again and again.) Aaaaahhhh… Ooooooohhhh… You should be happy that I’m doing the work to relieve you.

Belle: (It didn’t take long before she let out another loud scream and shake.) AAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!

Lord A: (This time he didn’t stop. He went from sliding to being as close to her cheeks as possible pounding her until he peaked.) AAAAHHHHHH!!! AAAHHHH!! Oooooohhh… Ooooohhh… (He stayed in her for a bit before pulling out to clean himself.) Not bad for our first session. Obviously you need to learn how to hold back. Now you know what the consequences are when you disobey me. Next time I may not be this generous. You don’t want to disobey me again, do you?

Belle: (She whimpers a bit.) No. No, my lord. I don’t want to disobey you. I want you to be happy. (Still bent over the desk, she feels her legs wet and a little sore from being opened up more than she ever had before.)

Lord A: Good. Now you may leave. I want you to keep that tool in your back door for another hour. Everyday you come in for your daily session, I want to see that in you. If not, I’ll insert a larger one. You shall be wet too. You don’t want to know what I’ll do if you’re not wet enough.

Belle: (She looked all nervous and surprised at him.) Yes, my lord. I’ll come prepared for you. Thank you for the private session, my lord. I shall take my leave.

Shall I continue to share the many pleasurable days and nights of my Lord Augustus?

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Selam ben Pervin, 33 yaşındayım 8 yıllık evliyim. Henüz çocuğumuz yok. Fransız ortaklı büyük bir şirkette bilgi işlem bölümünde çalışmaktayım. Eşimi seviyorum. Fakat evliliğimizin 5. Yılından sonra seks hayatımız eski canlılığını kaybetti. Son 3 yıl içinde sayısı çok olmamakla beraber başka erkeklerle beraber oldum. Bu anlatacağım olay yaklaşık 2 ay önce Pariste yaşandı.Bir toplantı için 3 arkadaşımla beraber 4 günlüğüne Paris?e gitmiştik. Toplantılara daha önce Türkiyede bizim firmada görev yapmış Frank da katılıyordu. Orada eski bir arkadaşla karşılaşmak çok hoşumuza gitmişti. (o güne kadar Frank la aramda herhangi bir ilişki olmamıştı) 2. Günün akşamı toplantı bitince bizi akşam yemeğine davet ettiler. Frank ve ben yanyana oturmuş yarı ingilizce yarı türkçe biraz fransızca sohbet ediyor. Şaraplarımızı içiyor ve yemeğin tadını çıkartıyorduk. Yemekten sonra bizi otelimize bıraktılar. Tam yatmaya hazırlanıyordum ki kapım çalındı. Kapıyı araladığımda elinde bir şişe şarapla frank karşımdaydı.İçeriye davet ettim. Üzerimde mini sayılabilecek ipek bir gecelik vardı. Üzerimi değiştirmek için izin istediğimde lütfen böyle kal çok güzelsin dedi. Şarabı açtı ve kadehlerimizi yudumlamaya başladık. Sohbet uzadıkça daha keyifli hale gelmişti. Yemekte de şarap içtiğimiz için ikimizde yavaş yavaş çakırkeyf olmaya başlamıştık. Bir ara Frank ın bacaklarıma baktığını farkettim. Bu beni oldukça heyecanlandırdı. O andan itibaren özellikle bacaklarımı daha çok açıyor. Çamaşırıma kadar beni görmesi için firikikler veriyordum. Onunda pantalonunun önünde çadır çoktan kurulmuştu. Bu beni dahada çıldırtıyordu. Artık içkilerimizin sonuna gelmiştik. Frank elindeki kadehi bıraktı. Elimden tutup beni kaldırdı. Bir anda belimden kavrayarak kendisine çekti ve dudaklarımı öpmeye başladı. Önce biraz direnir gibi davranmama rağmen bende ona büyük bir arzuyla cevapvermeye başladım. Şehvetli bir biçimde birbirimizin dilini ve dudaklarını emiyorduk. Yavaşça geceliğimin askılarını indirdi sadece tanga külotumla kalmıştım. Bir taraftan memelerimi emiyor, diğer taraftan kalçalarımı avuçluyor sıkıyor okşuyordu. Bende onu soymaya başladım. Önce gömleğini çıkardım. Sonra önüne diz çöküp onunda yardımıyla pantalonunu çıkardım. Aramızda sadece slip donu kalmıştı. Yavaşça onuda çıkarttım. Ellerimi dilimi ve dudaklarımı kullanarak penisini istediğim kıvama getirdim. Beni kaldırdı. Tuvalet masasına dayadı yere diz çöktü. Külotumu çıkartıp tüysüz şeftalimi dili ve parmaklarıyla hazırlamaya başladı. Hazır olduğumu anlayında beni tuvalet masasının kenarına oturttu. Bacaklarımdan birini omuzuna alıp penisini yavaş yavaş şeftalimin etrafında gezdirmeye başladı. Artık çıldırmak üzereydim. Hadi gir dediğimde bir anda yüklendi ve derinliklerimi keşfe başladı. İşini çok iyi biliyor ve tempoyu ayarlayarak beni daha da çıldırtıyordu. Yavaşça içimden çıktı yatağa uzandı. Yüzüm ona dönük şekilde üzerinde oturdum. Yavaş yavaş kucağında zıplamaya başladım. Arada bir üzerine uazanıyor. Memelerimi ağzına veriyor, dudaklarını emiyordum. Artık ikimizde zirveye yaklaşıyorduk. Beni altına aldı. Bacaklarımı omuzuna kaldırıp sert ve hızlı giriş çıkışlarla beni delirtmeye başladı. Artık sadece zevk çığlıklarım duyuluyordu. Bir anda içimden çıktı, ve penisini ağzıma almamı istedi. Ne yapmak istediğini anlamıştım. Ama bugüne kadar böyle birşeyi hiç denememiştim. Kısa bir kararsızlıktan sonra onu ağzıma alıp çılgınlar gibi emmeye başladım. O da bu arada boş durmuyor. Parmaklarıyla vaginamın derinliklerini keşfediyor beni çıldırtıyordu. Kısa bir süre sonra kaçınılmaz son geldi. Göğüslerim ve yüzüm onun sıvısı ile kaplanmıştı. İlk defa böyle birşey yaşamama rağmen çok hoşuma gitmişti. O muhteşem sıvıyı son damlasına kadar doya doya içtim. Ve hayatımın en güzel orgazmlarından birini yaşadım. O gece 2 defa daha Frank la ilişkiye girdik. Onlarıda daha sonra yazacağım. Şimdi yeni bir Paris seyahatini dört gözle bekliyorumGönderen: Pervin S

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When I awoke the next day, Tabitha and Sarah had left without notice. I knew that Tabitha had to work her shift at the restaurant starting at 10am and she had to drop Sarah off at her parents before going home, wiping away the filth, and reporting for duty.

For my part, I awoke with a raging hardon because the memory of last night’s antics was recalled with fresh vigour. I had a cheeky wank and came with the same force and pleasure as last night, if a little dimmed in terms of output.

I spent that Sunday in a state of ecstatic bliss, wandering around in a daze of self-congratulation that I’d ticked off a sexual act that I’d only previously seen in my parents’ pirated videos of European hardcore porn (it was their preferred method of imparting knowledge of the ‘birds and the bees’ to me). I never thought that I’d achieve a threesome so early in life and I wanted to scream it to the world, except no one was around and even if my housemates were, they wouldn’t believe me. I tried to distract myself by reading the Penguin Complete Works of Sherlock Holmes but my mind drifted to the events of the previous evening and I would get hard. I couldn’t keep wanking myself stupid all day. I needed a distraction and fast.

It wasn’t forthcoming. I wondered about Tabitha, how she felt about what occurred between the three of us and what she might say to people. My worry stemmed from the fact that I worked with her mother in the bank and we had a shift together on Monday. Tabitha and I weren’t an item after she had cheated on me a few months ago but we had remained close friends but not sexual partners. I had a great relationship with her mother, she was my mentor at the bank and I didn’t want to jeopardise it.

In the end, I packed up my satchel with Arthur Conan Doyle’s greatest literary creation and headed out for a long bush walk. I ended up, hours later at the pub with beer in hand and was able to get through several short stories. The pub was full of older looking hotties and I just couldn’t get sex off my mind. I had my third wank of the day in bed – again – before drifting off to sleep. Work beckoned next day.

My Monday morning shift was uneventful, Tabitha’s mum didn’t say anything that was out of the ordinary and I clocked off at 1pm. Across the road was the supermarket and I wandered across for some grocery shopping for I had nothing but cans of Emu Bitter in the fridge at home. As I vacantly browsed the aisles, picking up this or that, I was suddenly disturbed by a familiar voice.

“Jason?”

I turned and saw Sarah with a basket of snack food a few paces away.

“Hi, how are you?” I responded with the best smile I could muster. I was rather sheepish since I hadn’t seen Sarah or Tabitha since Saturday and I was a little nervous. Rumour and innuendo spreads like wildfire in small isolated communities such as Albany and I hate being the centre of attention, then as now.

“I’m good thanks. Getting something for dinner?” She enquired with some energy. Readers may recall, Sarah had a rather dull and plodding personality as well as a parochial attitude toward life but today she seemed unusually animated.

“Yep. Cooking for one again as the lads are still out bush.” This was a reference to my housemates who were our labouring in the farmlands, taking in the harvest.

“Cool. You want a lift home?” Sarah, like Tabitha, had recently earned the legal rights – at 18 – to drink (which they did with gusto) and drive a car.

“I’d love one!” I said with a smile. I lived on a hillside that overlooked the town. Walking up it encumbered with groceries or slabs of beer was murder. When I did walk, I thought of my physique (long since dissipated) and that powered me through.

On this day, I was more than happy to accept charity. Sarah and I continued to shop without much chit chat. We checked out and we walked to the car park which, ironically, backed on to the restaurant where Tabitha worked.

When Sarah pulled up outside the house, she turned off the engine and helped me take my groceries inside. Aside from a few house parties that Sarah had attended with Tabitha, I didn’t really know that much about her. Sure, we fucked 48 hours previously but the 30 minutes between meeting in the supermarket and her dropping me off at home was the longest I think we had been in each other’s company without anyone else being present. On this day, she was dressed in the obligatory blue woollen jumper and jeans. Some things in this universe are forever constant, I thought to myself.

Inside the kitchen, I asked Sarah if she would like a tea or coffee or an Emu Bitter (foul stuff but cheap). To my surprise, she opted for the beer and so we cracked a couple of cold tinnies and sat down at the breakfast bar, next to each other. Saturday’s fun was bound to be a topic of conversation and it was the first thing she brought up.

“Are you and Tabby back together again?”

“What do you mean?” I replied, a little bemused.

“You know. On Saturday. İstanbul Escort You guys were doing it.”

“Well that wasn’t planned,” I said honestly, “I think it was the movie!”

“Yeah but she was sitting next to you.”

“Well, we are still friends so that was natural,” I said, referring to the seating arrangement, “But we’ve not done anything sexual since we broke up until Saturday.”

This information took some time to compute which, I suppose, was natural in this situation.

“So, you guys aren’t together?”

“No, not that I am aware of.” Which was the honest answer. I hadn’t seen Tabitha since Saturday night. To me, our threesome was a spontaneous occurrence that happened and was enjoyed by all concerned. Sarah talking about it caused a stir down below.

“Huh.” She replied, taking a tentative sip from the foul can, “So why did it happen?”

“I don’t know.” I said, shaking my head. I’d analysed the night a thousand times and four wanks later.

“It was just a thing that happened at the right time.”

“The right time?” She cocked her head to me with a quizzical glance.

“That’s all I can think of to explain it.”

There was silence for a few moments which enabled me to take a large swig from the foul can. From the corner of my eye, I sensed Sarah trying to process what had happened in to a rational argument that she could understand. Her next question floored me.

“What did you do to Tabitha?”

“What do you mean?” I replied, suddenly on guard.

“She was rolling on the floor for ages just moaning and blabbering!”

“That was an orgasm.” I said.

“That was more than an orgasm. I’ve never done that!”

Well no. Tabitha experienced anal sex for the first time and clearly enjoyed it. At that point, Tabby was the third girl in my not quite 21-year-old history to receive my cock up their rectums. I lost my anal virginity to an older lady, Jennifer, when I briefly attended Sheffield University several years earlier. “It’s just something up my bum.” Jennifer said to me when I brought up the topic of anal sex when asked if I had an unfulfilled fantasy. Of course, she hadn’t prepared properly, and I pulled out of her ample arsehole with shit streaked across my shaft. Not like in the VHS movies I’d watched, and I was horrified. The next time was with the oracle Jean – a worldly Albany blow-in like me – who taught me many things in life, and in return for her very first vaginal orgasm at age 38 (to my 21) allowed me to fuck her sweet arse. She made me a fan for life of the brown arts.

“Tabby and I had unusual sex that night.” I said, trying to be diplomatic.

We had talked about anal sex prior to breaking up. Indeed, during one house party, she had got steaming drunk (on neat vodka) and dragged me into my bedroom and fucked my brains out. And I mean she fucked me, hard. At one point during this drunken escapade, I told her to stick my cock up her arse. Without letting up from her hip grinding, she said “No, not yet.” This stuck in my mind as saying, yes, I’m interested but not now as I’m having too much fun. I filed that bit of information away for future use which happened to be last Saturday, and the results spoke for themselves.

“What do you mean?” asked an interested Sarah.

“You shouldn’t ask that.” I said dismissively, knowing the parochial attitude of this town.

Sarah playfully hit my arm, “No, tell me Jason.”

I contemplated her request for information for a second, staring into my beer.

“Do you really want to know?”

“Yes” came the stern reply.

“Ok. I fucked Tabby in her arsehole!”

The facial signs of utter revulsion took nanoseconds to register as I knew they would.

“That’s disgusting!” came the expected but boring response.

“Why?” I asked, keen to explore her typical parochial attitude.

Sarah came over embarrassed as her feeble brain attempted to string words together to justify her outrage. Her thought process was about the act rather than the fact that two of her friends had actually engaged in said act.

“That’s where you…” She trailed off and looked away from me blushing.

“Yes?”

“Poop!” She said indignantly but not with outrage.

I was about to respond but she cut me off, “What about the smell?”

“I didn’t smell anything. Did you?”

“Well no but…” she was a bit stumped, “But doesn’t it hurt?”

“Does what hurt?” I asked. She kept on referring to the act as “it” and so I wanted her to explicitly say what “it” was.

“You know… sticking your, your…dick in her…behind”

“Behind?”

“Ok, arse! Happy?”

I was, yes and thanks for asking.

“Did it look like Tabitha was in pain with my cock in her arse?”

Mine was a rhetorical question because Tabitha’s orgasm, if that’s what it was, amazed me and Sarah due to its intensity. Ordinarily, Tabitha orgasmed quickly, easily and fluidly. But I’d seen nothing like this in the time we were together. I Escort Bayan don’t think Sarah had much experience of orgasms at all and so the sight and sound of Tabitha writhing in the floor, speaking in tongues, within minutes of losing her anal virginity would have bemused and impressed her at the same time.

Sarah thought for a second or two, replaying last Saturday night in her mind as was I, and feeling something growing between my legs.

“It didn’t look like it hurt her.” She replied.

“No and she seemed to enjoy it more than I thought she would.”

“That was the first time you did that to her?” She asked in a tone that suggested I’d given Tabitha a right cross rather than a butt fucking.

“Yes. Last Saturday was the first time since we broke up that we had sex” I reminded Sarah.

“How did you know she’d like it?”

“Well, if she didn’t, I’m sure she would have told me.” I said simply. I hadn’t seen or heard from Tabitha since her first arse reaming, so I didn’t know what she thought of it. I’m sure I would hear from her in due course.

“I still think it’s disgusting!”

“What is disgusting?” I enquired but Sarah shoot me a glance indicating she wasn’t going to fall for it again.

“Don’t knock it till you try it!”

“What do you mean?”

“Anal sex.” As a raging hormonal teenager, I became obsessed with anal from watching my parents’ pirated VHS Euro hardcore films. That hawk-like Jean had given me my first rimjob which I returned to her with delight, so I knew about how much pleasure could be derived from the anus. In addition, anal sex is just so nasty, so taboo and so there is a sense of conquest when a female submits. Jennifer, who took my anal virginity, loved it and my future wife was addicted to it (and golden showers).

“It’s disgusting!” Persisted Sarah.

“You’ve said that several times, but you haven’t given me a reason why you think it’s disgusting especially since you saw Tabitha enjoying it.”

Being truthful, real-life anal sex sometimes doesn’t resemble what’s depicted on the silver screen, so I could understand Sarah’s stance but, in my opinion, the positives are overwhelming.

“Well I didn’t know that was happening and I didn’t know people did that.” Replied a befuddled Sarah.

“They do and it’s probably the most intimate act a couple can do together.” I countered truthfully.

“Why?” Quizzed a sceptical Sarah.

I recounted my brief experience with anal sex, especially the pleasure of rimming but left out the porno obsession bit.

“Has Tabitha licked your…bum before? She asked.

“No, not at all but I’d like her too. I didn’t get chance to eat her before I fucked her arsehole. But I did use plenty of saliva” I delighted in the explicit language that made Sarah wince.

“Why?”

“To get her ready for my cock. You need to be lubed up before anal as that’s one of the keys to enjoying it.” Or some such advice someone gave to me which I think it was from the oracle, Jean, “Even if anal penetration doesn’t occur, licking a woman’s butt turns me on no end and I love receiving that pleasure back.”

“Really?” There seemed to be no shifting her attitude.

“Really. Wait till you get rimmed, I bet you’ll like it.

“Hmm, I doubt it.” she replied, dismissively.

“Well, keep an open mind.” I said with a smile as I drank down a large swig of beer. All this talk of anal sex and of Tabitha had made he uncomfortably hard and I didn’t think Sarah was going to be accommodating for that or anything else sexual today nevertheless, whilst the conversation was on sex, I decided to change tack a little.

“What do you think about Saturday?”

At this, Sarah went beetroot red and turned away again.

“Well?” I persisted.

“I really enjoyed it.” She replied after regaining some composure.

“What did you like about it?”

“Everything!” Came the simplistic reply.

“Yeah, me too.” I answered without wanting to push for detail that Sarah was unwilling or incapable of giving.

“Really? What did you like?” Hers was a simple tactic to gain a compliment or two.

“I like the intimacy of the three of us together. I liked what you did to me, how you made me feel and I liked kissing you and exploring your body.” I said truthfully. Whilst Sarah couldn’t compete with arse fucking Tabitha but, in her own right, she was a lovely girl and sexually pleasing.

“I liked what you did to me too”. Came an embarrassed reply.

We sat in silence together and Sarah took a big gulp of filthy beer. Would I fuck Sarah again? Yes. Solo, yes! In company with Tabitha again, double yes. Would I date Sarah? Hell no. She was nice, but she was less mature and more parochial that Tabitha and Tabitha frustrated me no end with her small mindedness (she’d never been on an aeroplane).

“Have you and Tabitha talked about what happened?” I asked, breaking the silence.

“No and I haven’t seen her since she drove me home.” Same as me.

“Didn’t Eskort you talk about it in the car?”

“Nope. I think she had a hangover.” Believable since Tabitha drunk vodka neat, would get raging drunk and suffer the inevitable consequences the next day. On occasion, she would go to work with a hangover and it amazed me how she managed it.

“What about the things the two of you were doing together?” I asked meaning the girl-on-girl action. Again, Sarah turned redder than a fire engine.

“We’ve practised together.” That revelation stunned me.

“When?”

“For a few years.” Came a reluctant answer. Now, Sarah had my full attention and I turned my full, piercing gaze to her. She must have felt my gaze was like a laser beam chopping her up.

“Tell me more!”

“It was nothing really. Just some touching and kissing, mainly to prepare ourselves for boys. We’re not like that!”

“Like what?” I was loving her awkwardness because clearly talking about sex in this level of detail was not something Sarah was comfortable with, yet.

“Like…you know…lesbians!”

“So, all that stuff you did on Saturday, you’ve done with Tabitha before?”

“No way. What happened here was all new. I’ve never done anything like that before.” So, Saturday was an intimate evening full of firsts for the three of us.

“Did you like it? I asked.

“Yes.” Came the reply with an immature giggle.

“Well I certainly approve!”

Sarah looked at me still writhing in discomfort and said with conviction, “I prefer boys.”

“Fair enough. Interrogation over.” I said with a smile as I stood up, crushed my can and reached for another from the fridge.

“Would you like another?” I asked Sarah.

“No, I’m good thanks. I should go.”

“Was it something I said?”

“No, of course not.” She laughed, “I should take that stuff from the supermarket home to my mum.”

“Fair enough.”

“Thanks for the beer.”

“No worries.”

She stood up from the breakfast bar and began walking towards the front door. I walked behind her and whilst horny wasn’t too upset to see her go. As we approached the front door, Sarah turned around and, without meeting my gaze, said to me in a low voice that trembled, “You and Tabby are definitely not back together?”

I shook my head and with that, Sarah stepped up to me and ever so gently planted a kiss on my lips. As she stepped down, she opened her eyes and stared into mine to gauge my reaction. I must have given a green light because she stepped back in, placed an arm around my head and pulled me close. This time we kissed with open mouths; slowly, passionately and deeply. There was no urgency in Sarah’s action as opposed to the furious, clothes ripping alternative that overcomes many couples lost in desire. I placed my hands on her ample hips.

When we broke our kiss, I brushed her dark, curly hair away from her neck and began gently kissing her skin and nibbling her ear, she moaned and shook in delight. I noted that she smelled musky as if all that embarrassing talk about sex had made her release a flood of adrenaline causing her to sweat profusely. I liked the smell, it turned me on and my pan handle jumped to life and began pressing against Sarah’s leg.

I moved a hand to the clasp of her jeans, undid the button and pulled down the zipper. There was no resistance from Sarah who just held onto my shoulders as I continued to stimulate the skin around her neck and ear. As I moved my hand down her pants, across the fabric of her undies, Sarah took a step sideways to give me access to her pussy that was emanating the heat of a volcano. She was soaked! I couldn’t believe how wet her panties were. It must have been uncomfortable when she got up to leave and began walking to the door. I slipped my down the front of her panties and straight into her hairy pussy. Sarah leapt at the contact. I gently fingered her swampy snatch and tickled her clit ever so gently. Her reaction was very positive and we started kissing again, tongues dancing lightly. My fingers continued to gently explore her overstimulated female parts.

When we broke our kiss, Sarah looked up lustily into my eyes and said in a whisper, “You’re so gentle with me, like you were before!”

My guess was that she’d been with boys as immature as Sarah was and probably just roughly pawed her in ignorance as to how women should be treated.

“This is the way it should be done.” I answered back.

“Will you do that thing to me you did on Saturday?”

“What is that?” I asked knowing full well she wanted me to go down on her.

“Will you lick me where your hand is?”

“I’d love too.”

Sarah’s eyes lit up with anticipation of something that we had done on Saturday that seriously pleased her. I wondered if I was the first person to go down on her (Tabitha did as well after me and that’s what led to me butt fucking her). I also wondered who had the better technique, Tabitha or me? I made a mental note to ask Sarah later.

“Shall we go to the bedroom?” I asked, rhetorically.

Sarah simply nodded, and I gently extracted my hand from her sodden snatch and motioned her forward. I hung behind, so I could sniff and lick my fingers; musky and divine.

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The babysitter’s with the kids and the kids are asleep. We just called to be sure. It’s hard to be away from them but this time alone together away from home is precious.

We’ve just finished dinner with friends and aren’t ready to go home just yet. The secret signals and touches that we sent each other all night put us in the proper mood. I told the babysitter that we would need 3 or 4 hours of her time tonight. We were done with dinner and gone in under 2. What to do with that extra time?

You’re driving and the music is playing low. The sunroof is open and I feel the breeze kiss my skin. It’s dark and our headlights guide us back. Time to launch my plan.

Make the next right, I say. You give me a look but do as I ask and keep going. I give you 2 more directions and then we stop. You have no idea what’s going on but I do. You turn to question me and I reach to cup your face and kiss you tenderly. “Baby, remember that fantasy you once told me,” I ask, “about doing it in the car?” Your eyes grow big as you nod. “Well, we’re here and I want you and no one can see us. Will you let me make your fantasy come true?” Again you nod emphatically.

We’re behind an old building. The cool breeze of night has once again won the battle against the heat of the day. “Get out of the car and push the seat all the way forward,” I ask. You turn off the car and leave the radio playing quietly as I do the same. I open the trunk and pull out 2 items: a blanket and a condom.

I open the back door and you do the same. It’s then that you realize Danielle’s car seat is missing. You smile at me and marvel at the amount of free space there is back here. I lay the blanket across the seat and start removing clothes. You’re watching me and suddenly it’s a race to nakedness. I win. I watch you peel off your underwear and socks and I grin. You make me so happy.

You sit there and watch me with anticipation while your cock is standing at attention. I’m running the show and you can’t wait. You hear the night sounds through the open sunroof and the soft strains of something on the radio. I reach over to caress your nipple and your eyes slide shut. I quickly lean over to suck the head of your dick and your eyes spring back open to watch me.

You feel me slowly lick your girth up and down. I swirl my tongue around you like a fireman’s pole. You grab the door handle as I suck you deep into my mouth. I drool all over your dick and you feel my fingers get involved but not for long. I use those wet fingers on your nipples and you groan as you exhale harshly. You Şişli escort bayan don’t know what to focus on.

Hearing you enjoy this heats my blood. I’m so glad that you’re enjoying this! I really get into it and I can feel myself getting wet. I’m slurping you and the wet sucking sound is nearly obscene in the car. All of the sounds seem to echo. I moan around my mouthful and you groan and trust into my throat. I swallow a little to get more of you into my throat and your torso lifts off the seat while your whole body flexes. You grab my head in indecision. You don’t know if you should pull me off or let me continue. You want this to continue but you also want to be inside of me. You don’t know where to cum!

I make your decision for you. I can read your mind. I change positions and kneel on front of you. I bob my head up and down in your lap. You grunt and tell me that you love it. I stick my tongue out and lick the head. I get you good and wet then add my hands and squeeze you firmly while swirling them up and down and add my mouth to suck and lick what my hands aren’t covering at that moment. You can feel the warm underside of my breasts on your thighs and you reach down to rub and pinch my nipples.

You’re mumbling with your eyes pinched shut and its funny listening to you say everything but nothing. You’re feeling my hot wet mouth and hands sliding up down and around your cock and balls. You’re going crazy and moaning my name. Your head is thrashing all over the place when I suddenly stop right before you’re going to cum and I suck all the way to the base and back up to let you go with a loud, wet pop!

You look haggard. I giggle at you. Poor baby! You don’t know what happened. I lean over and lick a nipple. You’re trying to recover for the best orgasm you never had and I see something in your eyes that I’ve never seen.

Relief mixed with menace. I sit back on the blanket in the seat next to you and my eyes grow big as I realize that you think to turn the tables on me. No way! This is your night to let me do you and do for you. You reach for me but I put a hand on your chest and you stop. I ask you to scoot over closer to the middle and then I crawl over to straddle you.

There’s enough headroom for you to be comfortable. Again you’re amazed and you don’t think the manufacturers had this in mind when they designed this car. Your erection is trapped between us but you want to be inside of me. I turn my head to the side and kiss your lips while rubbing my breasts on your chest. You wrap your hands around me and glide them up and down the smooth skin of my back from my shoulders to my ample ass that Escort Sultangazi you love so much. I lean forward another inch or two and suck on your ears. You groan and rest your hands on my waist.

I’m so wet that I’m dripping liquid desire onto you and it’s sliding to the blanket. Thank the gods of foresight!!! You feel the light breeze catching the moisture on your sac and ask me to lean back some. I lean back and rest an arm on the center console between the 2 front seats. You eye the bounty before you, your beautiful wife on display for only you.

You see my softly rounded stomach and big breasts resting on my chest like mounds of jelly. You can’t believe this is all yours! I’m like the grand prize! I smile at you and you grin at me while sliding a finger towards my clit but at the last second, you stick it inside of me instead. You add a second finger and our eyes slam shut like the doors of a vault. You can’t wait to be inside of this tight, wet, hot passage and neither can I.

You aim for my g-spot and start rubbing. You lean forward some and start licking and sucking and lightly chewing on my nipples. I love it!!! I can feel an orgasm climbing through me. You add your thumb to my clit and its here. An orgasm takes over me and I’m growling and shouting and shifting all over the place. There’s wetness on your belly and thighs and you’re laughing as you watch me scream your name into the night through the open sunroof.

I love you! I need you. I’ve got to have you. You help me lean back on your chest and I reach behind your head to get the condom from the ledge near the rear windshield. I tear it open and scoot back a little to put it on you. You grit your teeth as I roll it all the way down and check the tip. It’s good.

I lean up and forward to take you inside of me. You lick a nipple as it passes by. I take you in my hand and put you at my entrance. I kiss you as I struggle down to get all of you inside of me. It takes some wiggling and grunting but we make it happen. Despite the breeze we’re both lightly sweating but we don’t care as I slowly grind and bounce on you. You look me in the eyes and without talking its like our souls touch.

You smile and kiss me deeply. I love you so much! Tears spring from my eyes and you kiss them away. You wrap your arms around me and pound me from below while burying your face into my cleavage. I laugh as you suck on the tops of my breasts then look me in the eyes and tell me that you love me.

O jeez! I’m going to cum! O! Oh no! O YES! You recognize the signs. I’m getting loud and energetic and my pussy’s getting tighter. You speed up just how Taksim escort I like and it crashes over me. It’s like a lightning bolt hitting me. I can only imagine what it looks like to you but when it’s over, I’m as limp as a rag doll. I don’t have the strength to be on top anymore.

You pull out of me and even in the shiny condom, your cock looks angry. I lay on my back, half on and half off the seat. You put one knee on the seat and the other foot on the floor and I spread my legs to take you in. You slide into me and get to work! You pound into me slowly and grab my nipples. Then you speed up and arch over me to kiss my neck. I’m grabbing at the chair back with one hand and the handle above the door with the other. I have my legs either wrapped around you or on the ceiling. I’m moving all over the place and somehow I get a foot through the sunroof and into the night air. We’re both blown away at my amazing flexibility and you can’t take much more stimulation. You close your eyes trying to last some more.

I’m not having that! While your eyes are pinched shut and you’re huffing and puffing trying to make this last, I reach down and start rubbing my breasts and clit. You feel the immediate change because my pussy starts to clench. I know it’s only going to take a minute or so of this to make me cum and I want you with me. I tell you to open your eyes and look at my hands.

You look from my face, past my chest and land on my fingers. Hey! A two-for-one! You get to have sex in the car and watch me play with myself too!!! I’m rubbing my clit up and down and across and u drive into me as deep as you can go and let loose a growl that I swear came from your toes. Your thighs lock up and you grip my thighs in your hands and watch me make myself cum around you. My chest is heaving and I explode inside out. I actually squirt pussy juice on you! You can feel the wave of my orgasm sweep across your dick. The rhythmic pulsing of my pussy muscles milks you. You can barely breathe and your teeth are clenched. Soon, you slowly pull out and make sure the condom is still in place. I’ve stolen a few before during orgasm before.

You sit on the blanket next to me and our chests are heaving. You link fingers with me and say “thank you.” I turn my head to smile at you, “the pleasure was all mine.” We slowly come back to normal and use the blanket to wipe our selves down. You throw the spent condom and the wrapper into a bag and tie it up. We then get dressed and set the car to rights again. We each get out and I fold up the blanket. I try to fix my hair but it’s no use. We put the front seats back where they belong and sit down. You look at me and snicker. The back seat will never look the same again. We pull away from our little getaway spot and drive home leisurely to relieve the babysitter.

We were gone for almost 4 hours. She asks how our night went. We look at each other and smile. It was beautiful.

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Naked (Part 1)

Kathryn M. Burke

Frances McGuire (she liked to be called Fanny, in spite of the vaguely obscene overtones of that nickname) would have preferred not to share her house with her younger sister Margery, but at the moment she didn’t seem to have much choice in the matter.

Margery had had all kinds of bad luck with men. On at least two different occasions she’d languidly carried on a romance for several years with what seemed like a reasonably presentable man, only to have the guy ditch her and seek his pleasures elsewhere. Fanny had to admit that Margery wasn’t the most exciting woman in the world, although physically she had nothing to complain about; it was chiefly her lack of self-confidence—and, perhaps, her general lack of enthusiasm for allowing men access to her body—that prevented her from keeping a man. After her last disappointment, with a guy named Gerald, Margery seemed so crestfallen that Fanny had taken pity on her and invited her to stay with her for an indefinite period. Fanny had in fact begun to wonder whether, at forty-two, Margery would ever find a man to call her own.

Of course, Fanny herself wasn’t doing so hot in that department. At forty-four, she was two years into a divorce after her husband had run off with a younger woman—a much younger woman. Fanny didn’t know whether to be disgusted by the youth of this little vixen (whoever she was) or by the tiresomely hackneyed nature of the situation. Since then, she’d given men a wide berth—which is not to say that she wouldn’t take up with a presentable male if he showed up.

In her career she was doing all right: she was a supervisor at an Amazon fulfillment center in a small town in Illinois. The work was hard but more or less satisfying, and it paid well. It wasn’t exactly the career she’d envisioned for herself when she graduated from Knox College in Galesburg, but it could have been worse.

On a busy Thursday afternoon in early May, Fanny found herself feeling peckish, so she made her way to the smallish café (really just a tiny room full of vending machines stacked with get snacks and munchies, some of which could be heated up in a microwave) and decided to get an apple danish, which she planned to have with a cup of coffee. She didn’t notice the presence of another person until she fetched the danish out of the microwave and turned around to sit at one of the few tables in the room.

That was when she saw the young man sitting there. He’d clearly been gazing at her backside.

Fanny prided herself on her self-possession and reserve. She certainly wasn’t going to let this underling—he must have been a subordinate, although he wasn’t under her supervision—get the better of her.

“I didn’t know you were here,” she said in an even tone.

The guy smiled out of one side of his mouth. “Just admiring the view.”

Was that intended to be a crack—or even a come-on? It must have been, because there were no windows in the room. Fanny, perhaps thinking of what her nickname meant when referring to the human (and especially the female) body, took some pride in her posterior. She couldn’t boast an hourglass figure, but her wayward husband had praised her apple-cheeked bottom any number of times—and, when she let him, did a lot more than praise it.

Even so, she had no intention of letting this little whipper-snapper (and he did seem a trifle short for a man—no more than five foot seven—even though he seemed quite muscular, even stocky) get away with what in some circles might even be considered sexual harassment.

“Oh, were you?” she said tartly, wishing she could have come up with something more pungent.

“I like this view too,” he said.

Now he was really treading on thin ice! He must have known who she was. To say nothing of the fact that the guy seemed barely out of college. And yet, as he continued to stare without any sense of shame at her generous bosom, Fanny felt a blush coming over her.

She boldly sat down at his table. He didn’t seem to be eating or drinking anything.

But now Fanny realized she’d failed to get herself some coffee. She was about to get up when the guy stood up ahead of her, saying, “Coffee, ma’am?”

She admitted defeat, sitting back down. “All right.”

He poured out two cups from a simmering coffee pot and brought them both to the table. As he sipped, his eyes seemed to bore into her—or, rather, to canvass her face and figure as a scientist looks at a specimen under a microscope. There was just the faintest hint of a smile on his face.

“You just start here?” Fanny said.

“A few weeks ago,” the guy replied.

“Do you have a name?”

“Cliff. Do you?”

“Fanny.”

She silently dared him to make fun of her nickname, but he only continued to stare at her. After a long pause he said, “I like that name.”

But Fanny wasn’t fooled. She could tell immediately that what Cliff really meant was: I like the part of your body that that name refers Bostancı Escort to.

“Shouldn’t you be getting back to work?” she said, doing her best to sound like a schoolmarm.

“I’m entitled to a break, aren’t I?” he said, his smile broadening as he sipped his coffee.

“I suppose so.”

“Anyway, I thought we could get better acquainted sometime.”

Fanny was taken aback. “What on earth do you mean by that?”

“I thought,” Cliff went on smoothly, “that I might take you out to dinner.”

Thunderstruck, Fanny cried, “You want to do what?”

“Take you out to dinner,” Cliff said patiently, as if speaking to a thick-headed classmate in school. “I know plenty of good restaurants in the area.”

“What makes you think I want to go out with you? What makes you think I’m not married with children at home?”

“You were married once, maybe for a long time, but you aren’t now.”

Fanny thought she was losing hold on reality. How could this guy possibly know that? She asked him that very question.

“You have a pale spot at the bottom of your ring finger, not to mention the impress of a ring that was probably there for years. But there’s no ring now.”

“Very clever, Sherlock. But why should I go out with you?”

“You’d get a free meal out of it. And some nice company.”

“You’d be providing nice company?”

“I like to think so.”

“Exactly how old are you?”

“Twenty-four. Almost twenty-five.”

“Well, I’m forty-four. So—”

“You know,” he pontificated, “Raymond Chandler married a woman at least as old as that. So did Samuel Johnson in the eighteenth century. Not that I’m thinking of proposing to you at this moment.”

“How do you know all this?”

“I studied English at the U of Illinois, you see. Not much you can do with that degree, so here I am. But I have better things in mind for myself.”

“Glad to hear it.”

In spite of herself, Fanny found herself liking—or at least being intrigued by—this brash, overly self-confident young man. And she couldn’t help feeling flattered that he wanted to go on a date with her. There were plenty of young women at this facility, and yet he’d chosen her. Maybe that was just happenstance, but she was still tickled by it.

“Okay, Cliff, you can take me out.”

“Great! How about tonight? I know a great Japanese place—”

“Not tonight. I have plans.”

“With a guy?”

“No, not with a guy. With my sister. We have to finish up some leftovers in the fridge. How about tomorrow?”

“Sure thing! How about if I pick you up at your house?”

Now that was slick! If she agreed to that, she’d have to give him her home address. But what was the harm?

“Okay.” And she told him where she lived.

He slid out of the chair and, bending down, gave Fanny a little peck on the cheek. “See ya tomorrow!”

She watched him leave. This guy Cliff really is a piece of work.

*

The Japanese restaurant was splendid. She’d never gone there—neither her husband nor her sister cared for Japanese cuisine—but she found herself enjoying every course the waitress brought, from miso soup to gyoza to teriyaki to California rolls to green tea ice cream.

They managed to tell the basics of their lives to each other. Fanny told her she was divorced, which relieved Cliff somewhat (maybe he’d thought the absence of her wedding ring indicated that her husband had died on her, or something), and went on to note that her sister was living with her. Cliff was living by himself in a small apartment. He didn’t say anything about his parents and brushed off Fanny’s inquiries on the issue.

She did find a certain wry amusement in Cliff’s reaction when she elaborated on her husband’s departure from her life.

“He went off with a woman barely older than you. Anyway, that’s how old she was two years ago.”

“What a fool!” Cliff exploded. “To give up a”—and here he visibly smacked his lips—”nice woman like you!”

She didn’t have to read between the lines. What Cliff meant was: a tasty morsel like you.

In fact, for all her experience with men before and during her marriage, there was something about Cliff’s forthright interest in her that disconcerted Fanny. For her sins, she’d chosen to wear a dark blue dress that hugged her figure and, with its scoop neck, showed off a fair amount of cleavage. What possessed her to wear such a provocative outfit she couldn’t for the life of her understand, but Cliff’s response was unmistakable. He peered intently at her chest, now and then licking his lips—and not from the succulent Japanese food. Once, when she went to powder her nose in the ladies’ room, she was convinced he was following her backside just as he had done in that snack room at Amazon.

So, as Cliff was driving her back home, Fanny was determined not to invite this obviously lustful man into the house. In any case, what would Margery say? In the two months since she’d been living with Fanny, no male had crossed that sacrosanct threshold. Fanny wryly thought the Kadıköy Escort house was getting to feel something like a nunnery.

Fanny was actually trembling a little when Cliff walked her to the front door. She hadn’t felt so fluttery in a man’s presence since she was a teenager. For God’s sake, what could possibly happen? This is only our first date, and I have twenty years on this guy. There’s no way he’d ever—

That was when, as they were standing on the small porch, Cliff kissed her.

Cliff was in a bit of luck: he chose to perform the act while holding Fanny’s face in both of his hands and gently placing his lips against hers. It was the way she’d always loved to be kissed, and it hadn’t happened nearly as often in her life as she would have wished. What else could she do but instinctively drape her arms around his neck and kiss back?

But his hands didn’t stay on her face very long. As he noticed her kissing back, he first put his hands decorously around her lower back—and then, in a single motion, placed one big paw on her breast and another on her bottom.

Now this was going too far! Two days ago she’d not known that Cliff Patterson existed; and now he was—

She tried to wriggle out of his grasp, but the muscular hand on her butt pressed their bodies closer, and she suddenly felt a large tube-like protuberance rubbing up against her belly through his clothes. In spite of herself she was impressed: men of her own age took quite a lot longer to get hard than this randy twentysomething.

Now, aside from sticking his tongue into her mouth, Cliff was clutching a fistful of her knee-length dress and pulling it up. The porchlight was shining down on them, almost like a spotlight on a stage—or the glaring bulb of an FBI interrogation. When Cliff managed to get a hand on her underwear, Fanny decided things had gone far enough.

“Jesus, Cliff!” she whispered desperately. “We can’t do this out here!”

That might have been the wrong thing to say: the clear implication was that they might be able to do it somewhere else—namely, in the house. As his hand had now pasted itself on one of her butt cheeks, its warmth and strength—not to mention the naughtiness of the whole episode—made her tingle.

Fanny McGuire had been celibate for far longer than merely the two months since her sister had been with her—it had been closer to six or seven months. The idea that an appealing woman like herself could go so long without a cock in her vagina offended her sense of the fitness of things. But now, here was this attractive younger man—okay, let’s admit it, he could be my son—expressing an obvious desire to possess her, and it undeniably bolstered her self-esteem. But she liked to think that Cliff’s sincere interest in her life and feelings showed he wanted more than just her body parts.

Cliff huskily articulated her own thoughts. “Why don’t we go in?”

“We can’t go in,” she shot back. “My sister’s at home.”

“The place looks pretty dark to me. Maybe she’s gone to sleep.”

He had a point. Margery, not having much to do (she did have a job as director of human resources at a business downtown, but didn’t have a wide range of outside interests), tended to retire early.

Unable to believe the words were coming out of her mouth, Fanny said, “Okay, we’ll go in. But be quiet! We’re heading upstairs.”

She fished for her house key in her purse, feeling like a schoolgirl sneaking a boyfriend into her parents’ house. When they were inside, Fanny held up a finger to her lips in a needless reminder for Cliff to be silent; then both of them padded upstairs.

Margery’s bedroom—one of three on the second floor—was closed, and no light was visible at the bottom. The problem was that Fanny’s own bedroom was right next to it. She didn’t know about Cliff, but she herself tended to be rather noisy during certain moments of intimacy with a man. This was going to be tricky!

They tiptoed into the bedroom, Fanny closing the door behind them. Cliff raised his eyebrows at the largest article of furniture in the room: a four-poster king-size bed that took up most of the area in the place. She and her husband, Neil, had recklessly splurged on it some years back in a brief period of prosperity.

Fanny felt a little ridiculous sleeping on one edge of it (always the right side, as you looked at it from the foot of the bed), leaving a cavernous space on the other side. It only emphasized how bereft she was of male companionship.

Well, at least for one night the bed would be properly occupied.

She turned her back on Cliff to undress—and undertook the task with unusual care. Reaching behind herself, she undid the long zipper of the blue dress and let it fall from her shoulders to the ground. Then she unclasped her bra and shimmied out of it. She’d not been wearing any stockings on this fairly warm day in May, so now all she had on were her panties. After only a moment’s hesitation she peeled them off and stepped out of them.

Fanny caught a glimpse Göztepe Escort of herself on the full-length mirror attached to the bedroom closet. She had to admit she was a fine figure of a woman. At five foot six she was only an inch or so shorter than her prospective lover. Her breasts were large, firm, and high, their nipples protruding pertly. She wasn’t exactly svelte, but she felt she carried her weight well; any number of men had told her, “I like a woman with a little flesh on her bones.” Her wide hips surrounded a swelling mound with thick, dark pubic hair to match the dark hair of her head; and she took a certain pride in her shapely, curving bottom—and she thought she could detect a spot of red where Cliff’s hand had rested on it only moments before.

But when she turned around, she gasped at what she saw.

Cliff had undressed in record time, and the figure he revealed was distinctive. His short, stocky frame showed an abundance of muscles at his wide shoulders, robust chest, flat stomach, and stovepipe thighs. For all his obvious education, there was something weirdly primitive about his bearing—an effect perhaps enhanced by the thick patch of dark fur on his chest and around his pubic area. And of course Fanny’s eyes gravitated naturally toward the eight- or nine-inch phallus jutting from his groin, almost demanding attention from any female in the vicinity.

She approached him slowly. Their eyes locked for a moment, but Cliff made no attempt to embrace her as he’d done on the porch. As he stood with legs slightly apart, his unspoken direction to his partner was unmistakable. He obviously wanted her to fall to her knees and—

She sighed inwardly and almost visibly rolled her eyes. Okay, if your fragile male ego demands that I put myself in that submissive position, I’ll go ahead and humor you. And yet, the moment that uncharitable thought flitted through her mind she felt she was being unjust. Cliff was simply expecting his due for the pleasure he was going to give her—and, not coincidentally, himself—in the hours that would follow.

And so she did kneel down in front of him and, taking that rigid cock firmly in her hand, put it between her lips.

Fanny was no expert in deep throat and could only get about three inches into her mouth; but that seemed enough for Cliff, as he let out a heavy sigh of satisfaction. She realized there were some advantages for the female in this position: after all, she could get a good feel of his thighs, his loosely hanging testicles, and especially his tight bottom.

After only a few minutes Cliff lifted her up to a standing position—and then he did hold her close. Not tightly, and not even attempting to fondle her (although that big warm hand did fasten itself to her bottom again)—but the contact of their bodies from head to toe was in some ways more intimate than any other position could have been. He kissed her on her face, neck, and shoulders, gently but ardently.

And then he extended a hand between her legs and, for the first time, touched her sex. It was wet, of course—wetter than it had been in a long time. So much so that, to Fanny’s mild embarrassment, her fluid was leaking out of her and trickling down the inside of her thighs. Cliff’s stroking was only making those juices flow more copiously, and she was getting shaky in the legs.

Oh, did she want to get on that bed!

Cliff read her mind and led her there, holding her hand like a courtier accompanying his queen to her bedchamber. She lay down on her back, and he followed at once by placing his body on her own. She thought he was going to forge right in, but he had other things in mind. Placing his head on her chest, he made love to her large, heavy breasts—kissing them all over, encircling the nipples with his lips and even nibbling tenderly on them, and pressing those wondrous globes against either side of his face. Then he moved down and, leaving a trail of saliva with his tongue, reached her sex.

It was wafting a musky aroma, and Cliff did her the honor of inhaling it deeply as if absorbing an exotic perfume. He flicked a tongue in the general vicinity, lapping up some of the juices that were pouring out of her; then he fastened his lips onto hers—her labia, that is. His hands grabbed her bottom and gave it a good squeeze while his mouth worked gently but relentlessly to stimulate her. Fanny found it hard to believe, but as the minutes passed she became convinced that Cliff was that rarest of men: one who deliberately chose to postpone his own pleasure to give pleasure to his lady.

Well, she was happy to oblige! After ten or fifteen minutes of diligent licking, sucking, and nuzzling, her climax suddenly burst over her. She had to bite her lips to prevent herself from crying out in a shriek of delight; even so, tight little mewing sounds, like a cat in heat, emerged from her throat and accompanied the quieter sounds of Cliff’s continued lapping. She clutched the sheets with spasmodic hands as the orgasm caused her whole body to shake as if she was being electrocuted.

Cliff went on for minutes, realizing that her sensations could be prolonged almost indefinitely. At last she had to push his head away, curling into a ball as the remnants of her paroxysm still sent shudders through her.

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Norman and I are workmates, we have worked together in the same frozen food factory for about six years and we get on well. But work is where it ends because we’re such different people. For one thing he’s around fifteen years older than me and he’s the couch potato type that likes to watch a football game and have a few beers, while I’m more likely to be playing than watching or alternatively eating up the miles on my Harley. So we never socialise. I’d never visited his home nor he mine, in fact we’ve never even so much as shared a drink together. So I was very surprised when he cornered me in a quiet storeroom with a proposition and I was even more surprised when he explained what the proposition was. He wanted me to try and seduce his wife.

My first reaction was to stare at him in shocked silence, but then I managed to get myself together enough to ask the obvious question.

‘Why?’

He flapped his hands and dithered as if he didn’t know how to say it, but eventually he told me. ‘Well, Jodie’s younger than me and I wonder sometimes if she needs someone with a bit more energy than I’ve got.’ He stopped for a moment and looked to see if I’d understood. ‘I’m stuck in this godforsaken hole most of the time while she’s at home knowing exactly where I am and exactly when I’m likely to be back. If I’m not enough for her I want to be sure I know what’s going on.’

‘Why, do you think she would cheat?’

‘You mean cheat as in go to bed with someone behind my back? No, I’m pretty sure she wouldn’t, but it would be good to be certain.’

What else would ‘cheat’ mean? ‘So you want me to what… test things out?’

‘Pretty much.’ He nodded. ‘Yes, test her.’

What he wanted wasn’t impossible, our shift patterns don’t always match so the opportunity could easily be managed, but I could see problems. ‘First, how do you reckon I can get to do that? And second, what if she says yes?’

‘I’ve been thinking about the how. I reckon I can find something that’s broken and needs an easy fix, and you could be the repairman.’ He paused. ‘And as for the second, I would hope you would handle that appropriately.’

I would come to remember that phrase later, but at the time I guessed that handling it appropriately meant acting like a gentleman and making my excuses. I figured I should be able to do that with no problem, but the more difficult problem is that I’m no engineer; I have trouble repairing a fuse.

‘But I’m not any sort of handyman, Norman, let alone a repair man.’

‘That’s all right. If I push a pin right through the television cable near the plug it will kill the picture, all you have to do is pull the pin out again and you’re a repairman.’

‘You really have been thinking about this, haven’t you?’

‘Yes.’ He answered simply.

‘So why pick me?’

‘Well, because I know you and I think I can trust you not to talk about it. I also know Jodie’s never met you, but I think you’re her type and you’re not bad looking. So it all comes together.’

I appreciated the not bad looking part, but that prompted me to wonder what she looked like. I had no idea what his taste in women was like, but for a much younger woman to marry someone like Norman she’d have to be a bit desperate. But if I was only going to test her loyalty and then back out, it didn’t really matter. Anyway, I thought it over for a day or so and then gave him my answer – and that’s why I found myself walking down their drive a couple of days later carrying a tool box and trying to look efficient.

Jodie turned out to be a stunner, and I was suitably stunned. I’d been expecting a plain Jane, but this girl oozed sex appeal. She was about my age and so good-looking that I almost wanted to try it on with her for real. It wasn’t that she has film star looks or figure, in fact she’s mousy brown and just a little bit skinny, but she’s tall, she has a catlike grace and the tomboyish self-assurance that really appeals to me. She obviously doesn’t care what people think of her, they have to take her as she is, dressed in an old white blouse and faded blue skirt, and I liked that. Her smile was open and welcoming and she ushered me into their lounge without any hesitation.

‘You’re Nick, aren’t you?’ She asked, clearly already knowing the answer.

I nodded, looking around for the television.

‘Well I’m sure Norman told you what’s wrong, so I’ll let you get started.’

Getting started was almost the same as getting finished, I could see the damn pin stuck though the cable as soon as I knelt down, but I had to make it look at least a little bit more difficult than that because I had to be there long enough to make a play for Jodie, and so I disconnected the cable and began to take off the back off of the set.

She made my mission a little easier for me by coming and sitting on the sofa opposite, her long legs folded beneath her and the sides of her skirt slightly parted to show a little thigh, just enough so that I found it hard to concentrate on what I was İstanbul Escort doing. Fortunately she didn’t notice, but after a few minutes she adjusted her position so that I could now see right up to the little triangle of pink panties. Now I really couldn’t look at what I was doing and eventually she spotted that I’d stopped work and raised a questioning eyebrow.

‘I’m sorry.’ I told her, taking advantage to make the first move in my make-believe seduction. ‘It’s just that you have beautiful legs.’

‘Why, thank you.’ She said with a smile, making no attempt to move them. ‘Are you always so cheeky to your customers?’

‘Only the ones with beautiful legs.’ I smiled back.

‘I don’t think they’re anything special, a bit thin really.’ She frowned and ran her hands along her skirt as if to smooth it down but only succeeding in making the view slightly easier.

‘From what I can see, I think they’re very special.’ I was laying it on thick, but that was what I was supposed to do. In any case they were worth looking at, long and lithe to my mind rather than thin.

She stood up still frowning and for a moment I thought she was about to get angry. ‘And from what I can see.’ She began. ‘We won’t get the television repaired at all if you’re going to spend all your time trying to look at my legs, so I’d better show you them properly.’ With that she pulled her skirt up and stood showing me her very shapely legs from her ankles to nearly the top of her thighs. ‘Well, what do you think?’

My first thought was that Norman was a lucky man, but then my second thought was that perhaps he was right to be worried about her straying if she would show her legs off to a stranger that easily. Then my third thought was, so let’s see if she will cheat – it might be my lucky day.

‘I still think they’re beautiful.’ I finally answered her question. ‘And the more I see the more I think so.’ I was seeing quite a lot from where I was kneeling only a few feet away, another hint of pink panties for one thing.

‘Well, thank you again kind sir.’ She gave a little bow and a quick smile, letting go of her skirt so that the material fell back into place and spoiled my view.

I think I must have let both my surprise and my subsequent disappointment show, because she laughed a little tinkling laugh and turned for the door. ‘I’ll get out of your way and let you get on. Would you like a coffee?’

I mentally shook my head and brought myself back from fantasy land. A coffee could provide me with an excuse to stay a little longer after I’d finished. ‘Yes please. Milk but no sugar, thanks.’

She disappeared into the kitchen and I returned to my make-believe task. The first thing I did was to pull the pin out of the cable before she could see me doing it, smiling a little at a couple more holes in the cable where Norman had presumably tried to push the pin through without success. At least now the set was now ‘repaired’ to all intents and purposes and all I had to do was fiddle around a little to make things look good, but not take so long that I had no time left to try it on with Jodie.

Coffee came through in the shape of two mugs that Jodie set on a small coffee table before she stood beside me and watched me quietly ‘working’. I loosened a couple of screws and then carefully tightened them again as if making an adjustment, disconnected a spade connector, fiddled with it for a couple of minutes before pushing it back into place and then, when I couldn’t think of anything else I could do that wouldn’t do any damage but might remotely resemble repairing a television, I replaced the back and plugged in the cable again.

‘I’ve finished.’ I looked up. ‘It should be all working again. Do you want to try it?’

I switched on the power to the set and waited while she stood beside me and pointed the remote control at it. A few seconds and a picture of some guy describing a typically miserable weather forecast filled the screen. She flicked through a few channels and found them all working and then smiled down at me.

‘Clever you.’ She announced happily. ‘What do I owe you?’

What a question, what an opening, and yet like an idiot I answered without thinking. ‘It’s all right, Norman’s already paid me.’

‘Oh, that’s good; I don’t think I’ve got enough cash in the house anyway.’

I wondered briefly how she had intended paying me. It looked to me that Norman’s concern was not without foundation. But then maybe should I take advantage of that and swear blind to him that he had no need to worry. God, I was tempted.

‘What are you thinking?’ She interrupted my thought process as I stared into space roughly in her direction.

‘Huh? Oh, sorry.’ I thought quickly, trying to regain the initiative I’d thrown away only moments before. I pretended embarrassment. ‘To be honest.’ I told her, deliberately hesitantly. ‘I was looking at your legs again. They look so smooth.’

‘If they’re looking good is probably because I shaved Kadıköy Escort them only this morning.’

I couldn’t help but wonder what else she shaved that morning, but I didn’t like to ask, that would be pushing things too far too quickly.

‘They do look nice and smooth.’ I repeated awkwardly.

‘They are.’ She smiled, making no attempt to back away.

I was pretty sure there was an invitation hidden in that and Norman had wanted me to test things to see how far she would go, though by then I was thinking of further than he was, so I risked all and reached out to run the back of my hand along a little of her thigh. Not too high, just above the knee, but enough I thought to see how the land lay. ‘They are, aren’t they?’ I grinned up at her.

‘Now you’re being really cheeky.’ She cocked an eyebrow at me and smiled.

‘But you don’t mind, do you?’ I asked her, turning my hand over so that I was stroking her leg with my palm.

There was a long pause while I kept stroking her leg and then she looked down and smiled enigmatically. It seemed as if she’d had to make a decision. I could make a pretty good guess what that decision was, and by making it she’d unknowingly made me decide too. I would push things all the way; after all I could always swear blind to Norman that she’d knocked me back, I mean, she wouldn’t be telling him any different, now would she? I let my hand wander just a little further up her thigh.

‘Hey, take it easy.’ She stepped back and for a moment I thought I’d got it all wrong. ‘You’ve got a coffee there waiting to be drunk.’

The signs were confusing to put it mildly. Thoughts flitted through my head as I sat down and picked up the coffee. Was she available or wasn’t she, or was she just a compulsive flirt. I told myself that I owed it to Norman to find out, but really I was thinking of myself because if it turned out that I’d let the chance with this extremely attractive woman go begging I’d never forgive myself.

I sipped my coffee and thought about how best to push things along. It couldn’t be a full on physical approach, that had already been rejected. I looked across and saw her drinking her own coffee, her eyes gazing at me over her cup as if weighing something up. I figured I’d have to pick my way slowly, but I was pretty sure it was there.

‘Do you feel safe, letting strange men into your home when you’re on your own?’ I asked, just to get things going.

‘There’s strange, and then there’s strange.’ She replied with a smile. ‘And you’re not that strange.’

I wasn’t sure what to make of that, so I let it lay and took another drink of coffee while she abruptly turned the tables on me.

‘What about you? Do you feel safe being on your own in strange houses?’

‘I’ve not had any problems yet.’ I answered, which was perfectly true seeing as I don’t normally go to strange houses.

‘You mean you haven’t had any women coming on to you?’

‘Not yet.’ It was my turn to smile.

‘What would you do if one did?’

‘It depends if they have beautiful legs or not.’ Now it was my turn to flirt.

‘Oh, so if they have good legs you’d let them seduce you, but not if they hadn’t?’ She cocked her head on one side and raised that one sexy eyebrow again.

‘Yes, that about sums it up.’ My heart was beginning to hammer. I’d not got it wrong after all. I promised myself that Norman was not going to hear about anything that happened from now on.

‘And you said I have beautiful legs.’

‘Yes.’

‘So would you like me to seduce you?’

Jesus! She wasn’t holding back, was she? There was absolutely no mistaking her intentions this time. The directness was unexpected and a little scary, but I answered truthfully. ‘Yes’

She stood up and held out her hand. ‘Come on then, let’s go upstairs.’

This was it, the final moment of truth. Should I tactfully decline as Norman would want me to and then tell him that ‘Sorry Norman, Jodie has just failed the loyalty test’, or should I say nothing and take what was being so delightfully offered? Now what do you think?

I took her hand and stood up. ‘Are – are you sure about this?’ I asked, stuttering slightly from sudden nerves.

‘Can you be discreet?’ She countered.

‘Yes.’

‘Then I’m sure about it.’ She smiled and squeezed my hand. ‘I just don’t want the whole world to know about it.’

‘They won’t, I can promise you.’ Neither would Norman as far as I was concerned. I didn’t like to do it to him, but Jodie was just too damn sexy to pass up.

‘Good, come on then.’ She began pulling me gently towards the stairs. ‘But please take your shoes off before you go upstairs.’

Just a touch of housepride and I had no trouble with that. I quickly pulled them off, socks too, and left them side by side in the hall. I couldn’t help but think that if Norman came home now and saw them there was no way I was talk my way out of anything. She smiled her thanks and headed for the stairs.

I followed like Ataşehir Escort a lamb, watching a very attractive rear view as she led the way upstairs. I wondered vaguely if she would take me to her marital bed or a spare bedroom. It was a spare bedroom as far as I could tell, and I’ll admit to feeling just a little more comfortable there.

‘Now.’ She said as she turned to face me. ‘Let’s see how good you are at kissing me.’

I don’t know how good she thought I was at kissing her, but she was bloody fantastic at kissing me. There was no gaping wet mouth and frantically stabbing tongue that you get from some girls, instead it was soft but firm, sensuous is probably the best word, and although our tongues did come into it they were probing and exploring rather than fighting. Beautiful kisses that made us both moan softly deep in our throats.

‘Yeah.’ She said quietly with a teasing little smile as we pulled a little way apart. ‘You’re pretty good at kissing.’

‘So are you.’ I told her, my voice gruff with emotion.

‘The let’s see what else we’re good at.’ She giggled as she spoke, and then reached forward to pull my sweatshirt clear of my jeans.

I just raised my arms and let her pull it over my head so that I stood there quietly, stripped to the waist. She stepped back as she dropped my shirt onto a chair and gazed at me, her eyes taking in my tan and the mat of hair I have on my chest. Apparently satisfied she smiled and looked at me in the eye again, almost as if she had been checking me out to see if I met some sort of criteria.

‘Are you going to let me do everything?’ She asked, pointing at the buttons of her blouse.

I can take a hint, especially that sort of hint; I had her blouse unbuttoned and joining my shirt in no time flat. I stood back, but she just stood there, arms by her side, her breasts pushing up out of the black quarter cup bra she was wearing and cocked her head on one side in that questioning mannerism of hers.

‘I’m still wearing more than you are.’ She pointed out, hinting broadly.

‘You won’t be.’ I told her, moving forward to kiss her gently on the lips while reaching around her to unclip her bra before stepping back again to see the result. She dropped her arms and shook the bra free before cupping her breasts in her palms and standing there, encouraging me to gaze openly at them. Now it was my turn to check her out.

‘Will they do?’ She asked with a grin.

‘Oh yes!’ I answered, nodding eagerly. Will they do? What a silly question, they were gorgeous. They weren’t big, little more than a handful, but they suited her slim frame and they were tipped with fabulous little pink nipples, nipples that were standing out and just waiting for attention. I moved closer and wrapped an arm around her, feeling those engorged nubbins pressing against my chest as I kissed her again. She moaned softly again, pulling back just enough for my other hand to reach between us and unfasten her skirt. A quick wriggle during a pause between our kisses and the skirt fell away, leaving her pressed against me wearing just her little pink panties.

‘I can feel something hard.’ She whispered huskily into my ear. ‘Does it want to come out to play?’

‘Oh yes.’ I said again, releasing her so that she could drop to her knees in front of me.

She had clearly undone belts before, because my jeans were being pulled down my legs just as quickly as I’d unfastened her blouse. I put my hands on her shoulders and let her pull them over my bare feet, By now my heart was beating like a trip hammer, knowing for sure that I was going to make love (I couldn’t think of it as fucking) to this beautiful woman. I knew I was letting Norman down, but he wasn’t my closest friend and I just didn’t want to resist.

She stood up and hooked her thumbs into her panties. ‘Shall we do the last step together?’ She asked.

‘That sounds good.’ I copied her stance with my thumbs in my boxers and waited while she counted down from three, our last garments going down at the same time with both of us giggling as we tried unsuccessfully to get them over our feet with at least some degree of elegance.

When we finally succeeded and we both stood there naked we each instinctively took a minute to gaze at each other, and I’m pretty sure what I was seeing was so much better than what she was looking at. I was staring at beauty. Jodie was tall, slim and athletic, with pert little breasts, a narrow waist and long, long legs, and best of all completely smooth pubes. I stood and ogled her, my gaze roaming up and down her exquisite shape before it fastened on her gorgeously shaven pussy.

‘Hey.’ She broke the silence finally. ‘You’re in pretty good shape.’

I nearly slipped up and told her it was from humping boxes about in the factory, but I managed to remember in time and settled for a truthful ‘so are you.’

‘Or at least a little bit of me, eh?’ She laughed, noting where my stare was directed.

‘No, all of you.’ I tried to justify my gaze. ‘But I love shaven ladies.’

‘Oh yes, why?’ She wasn’t going to let me off the hook that easily.

‘Well, because.’ I began, flustered. ‘Because they’re so much nicer to go down on.’ I added quickly.

‘And are you good at going down on them?’

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The night was pleasant as I walked you home; the air was cool but not enough to be chilly. It was a new moon but we both knew that if we could’ve seen the night sky it would have been totally clear.

We arrived at your street knowing that you parents would still be up, they were staying with you for the weekend, and so I was to go home that night as they didn’t know how “good friends” we were.

We stood at the edge of the driveway between your house and the neighbours and looked at each other. Normally we would have gone in the house and to bed but tonight had to be different.

We stood facing each other our arms wrapped around each other’s waist mine trapping yours as we made small talk. Without warning you moved you’re hands down to my bottom and started to feel my arse while your lips found mine in a passionate kiss. Your tongue finding mine as my hands also moved down to your bottom caressing it through your short leather skirt.

I don’t know if it was the alcohol or the cool night air that did but you’re hands moved around and started to stroke my cock through my jeans. My hands moved up under your arms and I could feel the swell of your breasts as our kiss intensified. You break the kiss and look up at me with lust in your eyes, and before I know what’s happening you have my jeans undone and are pulling my cock out, wanking it gently. You whisper that it’s late and no one will see, but before I can protest you have bent over and have taken me deep in your mouth.

Looking down I can see you working on me hungrily, and I’m as hard as I can ever remember. İstanbul Escort You have always been good at this but never like this, it only takes a couple of minutes and I’m already feeling that I’m not going to last.

I pull you up towards me and kiss you hard, I can feel the heat of my cock on your lips and my desire grows even higher. I move my hands down the back of your legs and up under your short skirt. I can feel your bare bottom as you’re wearing your customary thong.

I break the kiss and step back half a yard, ” take your panties off,” I tell you. Your eyes quickly take a look around and your hands disappear under your skirt. You take your time in removing them, knowing that I am enjoying every second. Once they are off you hold them up to me showing me the large damp patch at the crotch before smiling and putting them in your jacket pocket.

“Now show me your pussy,” I tell you. Again a quick cursory glance as your hands deftly lift up the hem of your skirt. The glow of the streetlights is more than adequate to reveal the sight before me. My heart skips a beat as I realise that you’ve shaved it completely, you know how much I like it like that.

I move toward you but you tell me to stop, you’ve got an idea. You move back and lean on the wall, one hand moving down towards your glistening pussy. Your hand starts to caress your lips and before I know it your stood in front of me masturbating. Your fingers start move inside you as you start to finger fuck yourself in front of me. Your free hand pulls your top open and fumbles with Anadolu Yakası Escort the clasp at the front of your bra, it’s soon open and your naked breasts spill out into the cool night air. Your nipples are stuck out, and I don’t know if it’s the chill of the breeze or your arousal that makes them so hard. Your hand cups your one of your large breasts and brings it up to your mouth; you start sucking on your nipple, flicking it with your tongue while your other hand starts to rub your clit with renewed vigour. You look up at me while you are doing this and I can see the lust in your eyes. Glancing down you can see my cock starting to harden again as I watch you pleasuring yourself before me.

It seems like ages but suddenly you close your eyes, throw your head back and start to shake. This is it, you’re orgasm rips through you like a tornado, you’re legs almost giving way. You slowly regain your senses as I move towards you, raising your fingers to my mouth as I do. I take them in my mouth and suck you’re cum from them.

Then as you go to kiss me again I turn you around, bending you over the wall as I do so. I pull your skirt up over your arse and reach down; steadying my cock at your pussy lips I tease you slightly before pushing it all the way inside you with one stroke. You gasp as I enter you, the walls of your pussy almost dragging me inside you. I reach around to play with your tits as they hang down, your nipples still hard as I caress them. My cock moving in and out of you faster and faster, “Oh my god, fuck me hard and fast baby” you say Üsküdar Escort as I let go of one of your tits and move my hand down to play with your clit. Within seconds you’re shaking again and you start to cum for the second time, I can feel my own orgasm building as yours subsides. As if knowing what it would do you push yourself up and look over your shoulder, a look of pure lust on your face as we make eye contact. “Cum in my mouth, I want to feel you cumming in my mouth”

Your words act like a trigger, as soon as I here them it’s upon me. I pull my cock out and you spin around on to your knees, your hand grabbing my hard on as you do. You start to pump it with your fist and as I feel your mouth close around it I feel my release. My hands are on the back of your head as my cock twitches, pumping into your mouth. I look down as you take it out of your mouth; still stroking me you milk me onto your face and tits. My come shooting out, giving me the release I needed.

You stand up still holding my cock; you have cum on your face and also on your tits. It’s trickling down and dripping off your still very erect nipples. We kiss once again passionately, pulling away just at the right time. After tidying ourselves up, I walk you to your door and kiss you goodnight, the short walk to my house seems longer than usual.

When I get home I strip naked, playing the events of the last hour or so in my mind. I reach for my jacket to get my mobile, thinking I would send you a naughty sms before I go to bed. As I reach into my jacket pocket I feel some thing unusual, some kind of fabric is around my phone. As I take it out of my pocket I smile to myself as my cock once again starts to go hard. You’ve pushed your panties into my pocket, they feel soft in my hands and your scent is still on them. Maybe the sms can wait until the morning…

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It had been a long day. For the both of them. While she had been busy meeting with and keeping happy some high profile guests at her hotel, he had been slogging at work before he decided that it was enough. He had quit on the spot, left work and come straight to this hotel to drink himself away. And she had just walked in, having just seen her guests off.

That was an odd sight to her. A man, about 5’10”, sitting at the bar alone, drinking. He seemed averagely built, but on the leaner side. He was not a hotel guest, she knew. Nor was he waiting for someone. He looked like a man broken. By love, or by life, she couldn’t tell. Feeling a nudge inside her, she walked over to him and occupied the adjacent stool.

He felt her presence and glanced over at her. For a second, he wasn’t sure if the girl looked hot because he was drunk, or because it was true. She looked like a fine beauty, clad in a dark blue skirt and a sea blue blouse. Heels, that seemed high enough. She seemed almost as tall as him, but she’d probably be a few inches taller in heels. She looked corporate. He almost turned back to his drink before he realised that she was looking at him. He turned his head again to look at her, and their eyes locked. She smiled.

“Hard day?”

“Yeah.” He smiled a resignation-like smile.

She looked at him. Almost as if into him.

“And drinking yourself until you pass out and have to be dragged into a room here sounds appealing to you?”

He sat up a little. She was inquisitive. But she was also almost telling him to not do something so stupid. It was in her tone. On her face.

“I wasn’t exactly planning on partying THAT hard.” He smiled.

And so did she. He was smart. Not like other guys – who were all either butch, wannabe butch, or plain stupid. He seemed like neither.

“Would you want to do a different kind of party?”

“What kind of party?”

“Don’t worry. Nothing too bad. Just say.. yes, or no?”

He looked back at her, trying to figure her out. But maybe it was the alcohol, maybe his brains left him because guys’ brains always do when they see a beautiful woman. But he couldn’t. Her question seemed almost like a nudge, as if she had already known what he was going to say.

“Sure! I don’t mind.. What is this party?”

“Come with me!” She extended a hand to him.

He paused for a second and told her he needed to pay the bill. But her hand glided forward and held his forearm lightly.

“It won’t be necessary. I’ll bill it to the tab.”

“You’ll bill it?”

“Yeah. I didn’t get a chance to mention it yet, but this place is mine. And it will all be taken care of. Now shall we?”

There was a hint of impatience in her tone, but he couldn’t be sure. She was pleasant enough. And polite enough. He could not complain.

“Alright.” He got up from his seat and she walked a step ahead of him. Her hand was no longer available to him, he noticed. But that was okay. They were still both going toward the elevator.

“Quick question. Why are you so keen to “party” with a lone drunk at the bar? Am I one of your regular hook ups?”

She looked back at him, a little surprised, a little taken aback. She didn’t expect him to say anything such. But it was probably the alcohol that was making him talk. She took a deep breath, stepped into the elevator as it opened, and pressed 30. The doors slowly shut.

“I don’t usually do this. Let’s just say that I have had a long yet a successful day and I want to let it all out.”

No sooner had she finished her sentence than she turned to him and pressed him into the back wall. One of her hands was on his chest, and the other on his waist. The sudden rush she felt while describing her day to him sent her over the edge. It had to be now. And she had him right where she wanted him.

Her hand slid up his chest, up his cheek, and into his hair. Her fingers found their way to the back of his head and grabbed a bunch of his hair. She pulled down on them, and his face tilted upward as if automatically. She looked down at his cute face, caught by surprise. He was almost stunned. Her other hand played around his waist and abs and she pressed herself into him. Her firm but soft C cups pressed into his chest and her lips caught his open mouth in a sultry kiss. She kissed him hard and deep for a few seconds before pulling back away. Her hand let go of his hair and she turned to stand beside him again, as if they were just two people in an Anadolu Yakası Escort elevator. He hadn’t said a word, nor had he tried to take control. She knew this was going to be fun.

Within the next ten seconds, the elevator rang and opened its doors on the 30th floor. But there was no corridor. They seemed to enter straight into an apartment.

She walked straight in, and he took a moment to accustom himself to what was going on around him. He walked out of the elevator, looking around, half in awe, half in admiration. And then he turned to look at her.

She was already looking at him, smiling as she did. She walked over to a sofa in the living and patted on the seat beside herself.

“Come, sit.”

He saw no better option. He walked over to her and sat down beside her, almost expecting her to begin kissing him again. But she didn’t.

“We need to talk first.” She began, as if she had read his mind about the kissing. She looked back up into his eyes, and began.

“I don’t need to tell you that everything that happens within this house, stays within this house. I have a name I need to keep away from controversies. Controversies not only hurt me, they hurt the hotel too.” She was watching him all the time she was speaking. She needed to make sure that he was paying attention. And oh he was.

“Second thing. Whatever that happens in this house, happens because I want it to happen. If that is not clear, I could put it another way.?”

“Can you?” He replied, to make sure he understood her correctly.

She leaned in closer to him, her hands moving toward him. She rested a palm on his thigh and spoke again.

“It means that if you agree to be here with me…” her hand slid up and she leaned closer, gradually making him lean back against the sofa while she put a leg over him. She pulled her hand away behind her and grabbed his balls from between her legs as she straddled him.

“… your balls are mine. It means that as long as you are in this house, *you*, are mine.”

She squeezed his balls a little and let them go. The flinch on his face was adorable. But she didn’t want to pressure him. So she got off him and stood up. She walked over to the open kitchen and began to prepare herself a glass of wine.

“No need to worry. I won’t do anything to you if you don’t want. You are free to take that elevator back down to the bar. Your drinks will be paid for. Your car will be polished clean. And you can keep coming back here as many times as you want. You will always be treated as a special customer. But this offer will probably not be available again. So think carefully.”

She had had a roller coaster of a day. But she had managed to tackle all her problems, and that made her feel almost invincible. That’s when she realised that she needed someone, someone to spoil and ruin. And wreck. She felt powerful in a different way and she was not going to not use this mood. She knew her answer before he even gave it to her. She was an artist. Instead of being a savage who would banish him for rejecting her, she had given him everything she could. And yet, he would choose to stay… for her.

“Sure! I think I can do that..” He replied.

She smiled, having already seen it from a mile away. The confirmation only seemed to boost her mood. She gulped her glass of wine down, her head tilted back as she let the last drop fall from the glass into her mouth. When she brought her head back down, her eyes found him immediately. She set the glass down and walked over to him, her heels clicking on the floor with each step.

“Stand up.” She said, as she walked.

He stood up. She grabbed his face by the chin and gave him another sloppy kiss. Her lips slid all over his while her other hand toyed with his package. She could feel her influence on it. But no. Not yet. She pulled away and just looked at him. She watched his face look back up at her, like a smitten puppy, almost.

“Go over to the table. There is a pen and a pad there. Write down things you absolutely do *not* want to be done to you. It’s okay if you forget something. You can always use a safe word to let me know how you feel. Yellow means slow down. Red means stop. Got it?”

He nodded.

“Good. Now write down your limits..”

He looked at her and then began to walk to the table. She gladly planted a nice smack onto his butt, making him jump and scurry a little. She couldn’t hold back her grin at that.

“Once Avrupa Yakası Escort you’re done, bring the paper back here to me, and then go into that room.” She told him, gently placing herself gently down onto the sofa, crossing her legs, and shaking her foot.

He knew she wanted the list fast. So he began writing. About a minute later, he looked over at the slip, and walked back over to her. He held the slip out to her. She was watching him with a curious smile. But then her eyes her eyes lowered to the paper in her hand, and she nodded to him to leave for the bedroom. Once she was done looking everything over, she smiled. Folding the paper in half, she carried it to the room, and left it on the table by the door. He was standing in the middle of the room, looking around. He was nervous, she could tell. And it was about to get a little worse.

“Did I ask you to stand back up once you were inside the room?” She snapped at him. Her voice was soft enough, but the tone was unmistakable.

He looked at her as if he didn’t know what to do. But realisation dawned on him soon and he fell back to his knees. She smiled. At least he knew how to rectify his mistake. She decided to not press the matter this time. The joy it would bring her to toy around with him for his disobedience would be fun, but she had ample time for that.

Her heels clicked as she walked forward. She passed him and went right up to the bed. Turning around, she took a seat on the bottom edge of the bed, and beckoned him.

“Come here..”

He crawled over to her, and stopped a couple feet from her. He was looking up at her as a puppy would look up at his human. She thought he looked cute. But this was not the time for compliments. This was the time for… her. This was her time to finally use her mood.

“Do you like what you see?”

“Yes.. I do…”

“How much do you like it?”

“Very much…”

“What can you do to show me how much you like it?”

“Anything you want…” He trailed off as if he suddenly realised. He didn’t even know her name.

She sensed the reason immediately.

“May. But you can call me M. I like that. It’s more… versatile.” She smiled.

“Okay, M.”

She smiled at his reply. He was just so cute! But of course, things needed to be done. She didn’t even ask him for his name.

“Do you believe in God?”

“Not really…”

“Start now. Because tonight, I’m your Goddess!” She leaned down, and reached her hand out onto him. She grabbed a lock of his hair gently, and pulled him toward herself. She got back up as he got closer to her. Once he was there before her legs, she let go of his hair, and crossed her legs.

“Worship me. Starting at my feet.” A proud smirk formed on her lips. Not too cocky, but she was feeling goood. There was her toy, on his fours, at her feet, ready to treat her like she wanted.

He looked up at her, and saw the look on her face. She expected him to act fast. So he dove into her foot. He placed a gentle kiss on the top, near the point where the heel stopped to cover her foot, a little above her toes. She nudged his face upward with her foot, and he began to indulge more. He showered kisses all over her foot, some even on the shoe itself. She watched him, admiring his work, and feeling the rush of power course through her veins.

Without warning, she took her foot and moved it away while he was still kissing it, and brought the other one forward. She tilted her head back while he did the same things to this foot. Oh how good it felt, to have a man kneeling, serving at her feet. Literally. But she had had enough of this.

May reached a hand down into his hair again, and pulled him upward, making him kiss her shin. Uncrossing her legs, she made sure he covered all ground, even going as far as making him kiss the back of her calves.

“Yeess… Good job…” She gasped out, moving him yet upward to her thighs, just about where her skirt was.

“Excuse me for a moment…” She shoved him backward, stood up, and removed her skirt in one smooth motion. Her blouse hung down, so she pulled it up over herself and chucked it to a corner with the skirt. Her body looked gorgeous in the black lace underwear. Almost athletic, with just the right amount of flesh in there.

Once she had let him soak in a look, she sat back down and yanked his face to her thigh again. She made him kiss each portion of her skin.

“Oh wait, İstanbul Escort I want to do this part juuust right.” She got up again, and turned around. Her arm reach back to find his head again. Once she had him, she made him kiss her ass too. When she was done with both the cheeks, she pushed his face into her crack and wiggled it over his face just for giggles. But she didn’t keep him there too long. Once she was done having her little fun, she turned back around and pulled him up further. She held his face right in front of her pussy, and then tilted his face up to look at hers.

“You want that?”

“Yes… M.”

“Good.”

She let his hair go, and gestured him to stand up.

“Strip.”

He wasn’t sure what she wanted. Did she want him to eat her naked, or did she want him inside her already? He was clueless, but he had no choice. He lowered his pants, and stepped out of them. She noticed his legs. Not muscular, but shapely. He then undid his buttons on the shirt, and she waited as she bit her lip in anticipation. And there it was. His torso. It was nothing compared to how good her body was. He had toning, and a bit of a tummy flab. But she would fix that. It would be one among the many plans she had for him.

He looked back at her as he stood there in his briefs. She had stripped down to her underwear, so he decided to strip down to his too. She looked at him and smiled. Without breaking eye contact, she slid her thumbs into the waistband of her panties, and began to slide it off her waist. Revealing her pussy, she slowly slid the panties down her legs. The legs he had just kissed a thousand times in worship. He looked back at her, her eyes still fixed on him. They flickered down to his briefs for a second before shooting a stare right back at his own. He watched her and slid his own briefs down too. They seemed to stick a little around his growing cock, which was protruding outward like a rod now. She smiled.

Once his briefs were completely off and he had stepped out of them, she beckoned him again. He walked up to her, and she took his cock in her hand.

“Not bad!” She cooed before sliding her hands further down the shaft, grabbing hold of his balls. But this time she wasn’t gentle. She pulled down on them until he was on his knees again.

“Yees. You’re so good!” She said in an almost loving voice. Her fingers let go of his balls and traced back down his shaft before resting on her lap again.

“Take my heels off, please!” She said, talking like a rich, spoiled girl.

He took off her heels off her feet, and placed them on the side of the bed. Her feet looked freshly pedicured. The toenails were painted a rich shade of purple. He looked at them and then back up at her.

“Show me how bad you want me. I want to see how fast you can come for me.”

“I’m sorry, what?”

She looked down at his cock and back up at him, making a masturbating gesture with an imaginary cock in her hand. He gulped with disappointment. This is now how he wanted it to go.

“I know what I’m asking you to do.”

She leaned down into his ear.

“Trust me – if this goes well, there will be achievements unlocked.” She retreated back to her sitting position, shooting him a little wink as she did.

He couldn’t believe it. But he had come so far. He knew she had him cornered. With no choice left, he began stroking himself.

May crossed her legs again, and watched him as he did.

“Eyes on me, babe.” Her voice was sweet and stern at the same time.

He looked up at her. Their eyes met, and she made sure they stayed that way. He head was constantly shaking from the movement, but the eye contact remained. She could feel her power over him. How he couldn’t resist her, and how she had him doing every thing she wanted. He was her toy.

It didn’t take him too long to spill his cum all over her legs and feet. Somehow, looking at her made it all the more intense, and he kept feeling the waves of pleasure wash over him again and again and again… until they stopped. He was spent.

May looked down at him, at his face, pride and pleasure filling her up looking at her broken little toy.

“C’mere!” She said, grabbing his hair again, albeit gently this time. As soon as he was standing up on his knees, she planted yet another kiss onto his mouth. But this time, she let herself go. Her tongue invaded his mouth and she never even gave him a chance. She wanted it all for herself. She sucked on his lips, long and slow, before finally pulling back up. Their lips made a small wet sound as she did. Her eyes were closed, as if she was still feeling the kiss. She gave her lips another lick before opening her eyes again. She looked down at him, and said,

“I have an offer for you.”

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For my Darling Sir and my Wonderful Pet.

This story was created based off of some strange, and rather drunk, conversations that I have had with a few of my friends that play video games with. They gave me the prompt, and my Sir and my Pet helped me add flesh to the story once I told them what I wanted to do to the story. I’m not sure if there will be anything more to this or not, we shall see… I hope you enjoy.

*****

There was always a routine she followed, every day. It wasn’t the most fun, by any means, but she enjoyed her simple life. It was hers and hers alone. Something today, however felt off. It had since she woke up, perhaps it was the slight variation in her routine yesterday that was throwing her off. Normally she chatted with a few of her online friends before bed, most of them were overseas, weather they were in the military and stashed away in different bases, or they were just from other countries. There were a few members of the crew that she lived to speak with: Arthur, with his dubious South English tone; Finlay, with his thick Scottish brogue that could melt her into a puddle; and Stuart, the mysterious Marine. There were other fun ones to speak with, but they were by far her three favorites. Last night, however, Stuart had been mysteriously absent from their chats, and she found herself missing him. Being in the military, she knew that he had things he needed to do, which wasn’t a big deal, but something about this silence seemed off.

Her apartment was on the smaller side, but it suited her just fine. It had a kitchen, a living room, a bathroom and a large bedroom which was good for all of her gaming gear. Video Games had always been a passion of hers, and she was fortunate enough to work at a job where she made more money than she spent, so a decent chunk had gone into some sweet consoles. A shiny Xbox One (aka the Bone), a PS4 (the Gaystation as coined by some of her online friends), Her tower (Eye of Sauron as she called it, it was a bright black and red monstrosity), and her mac… which a lot of her friends new nothing about since it was used primarily to work on multimedia, yet another passion of hers. With a flick of her wrist, she turned on the mac and checked her email and various forms of useless entertainment before checking her messengers to see if anyone had sent her anything, secretly hoping that Stuart had indeed sent her a message. There was nothing however, and that saddened her. With nothing pending, she tossed in a microwaveable dinner and started prepping for her shower, today had been a long day.

With the dinner consumed, she hopped under the hot water and rinsed away her woes, she was probably just overthinking. She knew that Stuart often had to work for a whole 24 hrs straight to complete different certifications of his training, so there was probably nothing wrong and she would hear from him tomorrow or the following day when his schedule got back up to snuff enough to allow for video game play. The shower could have been longer, but she felt the pull of her video games strike, and she wanted to just cuddle up with her blankets and enjoy some peace. She had just logged in and set up her party when there was three loud bangs on her front door. She was startled, and waited listening for more when she heard them again. “Hold on a sec, someone is at my door,” she told her friends that were on and she went to investigate. The banging on her door was a constant now, and not just the three short bumps. Her quick temper started to flare as she pulled open the door to see a man about to barrage her door yet again. “Excuse me, but i think even the Hulk had more manners than you. Go beat up someone else’s door, I’m not buying anything.”

The big brute of a man didn’t say anything, and she couldn’t see his eyes behind his wrap around shades. “Can you remove your foot from my door please? Unlike you, some people have things to do.” The corner of his mouth tugged up into a smirk and he put his palm on the door, leaning in. “Can I help you… sir?” she asked, she could feel something crackle in the air, before she could assess it, she was pushed back against the wall opposite the door, held up by her ass, and a pair of hot lips crushing hers in a brutal kiss. Her heart beat sped up, and she pushed against the rock hard shoulders of her attacker.

When he finally came up for air, he was smiling, “You have no idea how long I have been waiting to do that.” His voice was deep and there was something familiar about it that sent shivers down her spine. “I knew you would have the sweetest mouth, despite all that venom you sprout missy…” His lips were traveling her neck and nibbling on her ears, a moan was threatening to escape her so she fought it. “You have no idea what you do to me woman, listening to you talk every night has drove me batty. That sexy little giggle of yours, all those witty little comebacks that you make.” He was practically moaning into her skin as he talked, her brain slowly was filling with a foggy lust. “Woman you have no idea… all those Maltepe Escort innuendos, fuck I couldn’t get you outta my head, I tried like hell, work was hell, all I could think about was your hot little mouth. You know that?” His lips were back on hers again, trying to devour her, she wasn’t fighting him anymore, her hands were buried in his hair, tugging at the short hairs, her legs locked around his waist. “Do you know how hard it is to work with other Marines with a perma boner?”

“Marines?” she whimpered as he pressed his hips into hers,and his hands kneaded the flesh they were holding. Pieces were starting to click together in her head, through the lust filled bog that was her mind. “What…” all thought fled as he resumed his drugging kisses.

“What are you wearing?” were the next words she heard, as she felt his fingers against the edges of her soft shorts.

“My Pj’s, I just got out of the shower…” Her words were cut off in a strangled moan as his lips captured a pebbled nipple through her shirt, his teeth biting down enough for her to arch her back into the caress, and press her pelvis harder against his. He grunted pressing her ass into the wall with his hips, and using his hands to slide up the shirt and uncover the breasts he wanted to taste. Once her shirt was up and out of the way, he latched onto one of the nipples and squeezed the other, her keening cry was bouncing off of the walls in her entryway. His touch and lips became harder and more aggressive the more sound she made. She was panting now, her harsh breath in his hears, as he left half dollar sized bruises on her flesh, his pelvis grinding into hers as just the right angle. Her tone took on a note of desperation and she pushed back against his pelvis, her hands latched onto his shoulders. “Please… PLEASE… Im gonna… fuck please… im gonna cum… im gonna cum… oh!” Her head was tossed back, as much as it could be and her mouth was hanging open, eyes rolled back and trembling as her body crashed into orgasm.

“You are so fucking beautiful when you cum… I can’t wait till you do that when I am inside you… ” he whispered as he placed soft kisses on her neck and tweaked her nipples causing her to twitch. She heard the door of her apartment slam closed, and a wave of embarrassment coursed through her as he lifted her and walked her more into the small apartment. Her body still trembled as he tossed her down onto the couch, and she finally got a better look at him. Shit kickers were the first thing she noticed, the dark heavy boots covered mostly by the blue jeans he was wearing. A thick leather belt held the jeans low on his waist, she licked her lips as her eyes slowly traveled up his body. A black tee was visible under the black leather jacket. The look screamed biker, but to her it screamed something else.

His glasses came off, then the jacket, then the shirt. He stood in nothing but his pants and his boots, and that’s when it hit her. If she hadn’t been staring at him so intently, she may have missed the small patch of puckered skin near his shoulder, a bullet wound. “Stuart?” His grin was wide and predatory as he moved closer to her, he grabbed one of her outstretched limbs, a leg and ran his hands up the flesh. “But… how? Why…?” she incoherently mumbled as gooseflesh broke out on her legs. His fingers inched closer to her quivering core.

“Why? How can you ask me that question princess? I would have thought that was obvious,” he licked at the skin of her inner thigh, “after what just happened at your door.”

“But… i don’t… why me?” she mumbled on a sigh as he got increasingly close to her core.

“You honestly have no idea what you do to me? What your voice does? I can go from having a shit day, to hard as a damn rock when your voice comes over the headset. I’m sure I’m not the only one, but I’m the only one close enough to do anything about it.” he pulled her soft short down her legs in a quick motion, moaning when he saw there were no panties on underneath. “Fuck… do you always game like this? So fucking close to naked?”

“no… sometimes I’m naked… closer to 90% of the time… or something silky and naughty… it’s just me… and no one else knows…” he groaned and dropped his head in her lap.

“You are killing me princess… fuck, all those little breathy sounds you make, all those little frustrated growls and moans, and you are sitting there stark naked. Fuck…” He stared up at her for just a moment before attacking his target like a man starved. Her back arched, her head thrown back, and pelvis pressed into his face as he devoured her. Her hand clutched at his short hair for purchase, her other hand clutching at anything she could grab. Her moans filled the air, getting higher in pitch, he knew she was close, again.

“Stuart!” her last moan ended on a shout of his name as she came against his mouth, her fingers tugged at his hair, but he wasn’t finished. He used the hands that were holding her hips down, to pull them closer to his face, he licked softly Ümraniye Escort at the sensitive flesh, now using his fingers, sliding one slowly long, thick, calloused finger deep into her core. She whimpered and he watched her face, as he slowly pumped in and out of her hot flesh. She was slick with need, a wet heat, that drew him in. He added yet another finger, watching the slow roll of pleasure on her face. He licked at her clit, and with each lick she gasped.

Her eyes flew open when, with his other hand, he slowly rubbed a finger against the puckered hole of her anus. He grinned against her thigh as he peppered soft kisses then returned to her clit. “Stuart…” his name was drawn out on a long, throaty moan of need. He pushed his finger forward as he added a third finger to her pussy and sucked hard at her clit. Another orgasm rolled over her and she let out a keening squeak, body fighting to leave the couch despite his hold on her.

“That’s it Princess…” He whispered against her core as she settled down a bit. He removed his fingers from her slowly and licked them clean before looming over her stated body. He licked at her sore nipples before leaning into nibble at her neck. The material of his jeans rubbed against her skin and she wriggled against him. Her hands came to clutch at the thick leather belt he wore, trying to undo the buckle. “Mmm… greedy are we?” He chuckled into her ear as his hands pushed hers aside and released the buckle. The belt slid out of the loops with an audible hiss, and the buckle hit the coffee table with a clink. He grabbed one of her hands and placed it back on his jeans, right over the button. His lips found hers as she undid the button and the zipper, her hand slipping under the abrasive material. He grunted when she grabbed his cock. The material of his boxers held it back to his body, only slightly.

She bit at his lips as she slid the material down over his member, just enough to expose him to air. Her fingers were more gentle than her lips which bit at his and then at his chin, and neck. She bit at the join between his neck and his shoulder, and he growled pressing his pelvis into her. Smirking, she cupped his balls and rolled them in her hand, squeezed the tip of him in her other hand and bit down harder at his neck.

“Playing with fire Princess…” His voice was deep and gravely now, as he sat back undid his boots and kicked them off. As he stood to remove his jeans, she palmed one of her breasts in her hand and trailed the other down to her wet core. Moaning as she watched him slide the jeans and underwear off his hips, his eyes seemed to slam into hers. He watched her, frozen for just a moment, trailing her fingers through her arousal and then bringing it to her mouth and he snapped forward. His lips devoured hers, hands tangled in her hair.

Stuart’s cock rubbed against her, she wiggled her hips trying to get him where she wanted him, “Please, Please…” She whispered breathlessly against his lips. One of his hands untangled themselves from her hair and pulled her leg around his hip the other hand pulled her knee to his chest before he released her lips.

“Tell me what you want.” He stopped moving then, staring down at her. Her lips were swollen from his kisses, her breasts heaved with each breath, the flush of arousal on her chest mixed with the signs of his ministrations, she looked thoroughly rumpled.

She wanted to yell at him that he knew what she wanted. She wanted to scratch at his chest, to claw at him to get him to move, his cock was right there… But she looked up at him. His chest and face were flushed, she could see the strain of arousal on his face, a fine sheen of sweat covered him. He looked delectable, all male muscle and sweat. His cock throbbed at her entrance, she could feel him pulsing. Reaching up, she put a hand over his rapidly beating heart and let her nails sink into his skin just a little before leaning up. Their bodies perfectly aligned now, and whispering in his ear. “You… I want you Stuart. I want you to fuck me.”

His eyes darkened with lust, just a second before he slammed his hips into hers. His moan as he entered her ended on a growl that made her shiver. His hips pistoned in a sharp and steady rhythm making her gasp with each thrust. Her nails scratched at his back, clawing into his skin as he pushed her hips hard into the couch. “Please, please, please, yes please…” Her breathless mantra stirred him on faster. He pushed her back onto the couch and pulled her hips forward before slamming back into her, he watched the rise and fall of her chest with each thrust, each moan.

Her hands clutched her breasts now, rolling the nipples hard and pulling them away from her body, her eyes glued to his face as he watched her. Each sound he made echoed through her core, sending lust sizzling over her body. She was making him moan, her body was bringing him pleasure. She was so close, she tilted her pelvis just a little more and THERE. He saw her eyes roll to the back of her head when he hit that İstanbul Escort spot, so he hunched forward and slammed into it. Her mouth hung open in a wordless cry as he pounded his body into hers, her eyes begging him. “Fuck yes, ” He growled when he felt her spasm around him, “Cum for me.. Fuck…” His head was on her shoulder as she stiffened around him and came. Hearing his name break from her lips in that high pitch tone almost did him in, as it was he was trying everything not to end it right there.

“Please… Please…” Her breath was hot in his ear, he wanted to grin, she wanted more. “Please Stuart… please… I need…” She panted and he pulled his head off her shoulder to look at her, though his movements never stopped.

“What do you need princess?” His words were whispered against her ear.

She pushed him back a bit in response which stopped his movements, she could still feel him twitching inside her. “I want to change positions…” She smiled and scooted away from him and twisted, giving him a nice view of her back. She leaned forward and lined her pelvis up with the back of the couch and wiggled her ass at him. He snarled slightly before wrapping his arms around her from behind and sliding himself in. “Ah Yes!” She moaned and pushed back onto him, rotating her hips slightly before he pulled out. He grabbed a fist full of her hair and pulled her head back so he could nibble on her neck, his other hand reached down to run his fingers over her clit.

“Let me see if I can make you come again…” He growled against her ear.

“Cum with me…” She moaned at him between gasps, “Please…”

His hips jerked, and his rhythm was thrown off for a moment before he caught back up to speed. His thrusts became frantic now, rubbing his cock along her insides, pushing her harder into the top of the couch, his fingers rolling her clit. “Stuart… please… please!” Her hips pushed back desperately, trying to make him cum with her. He growled as he felt her tighten around him, and is hips stuttered again. He couldn’t stop it so he bit down hard on the join of her shoulder and slammed into her as hard as he could. Feeling his cock jerking inside her as she came mixed with his teeth in her shoulder pushed her over the edge and she screamed her release.

For a few moments they didn’t move save for breathing. He pulled his teeth from her neck and pulled back, moaning at the feel of his cock slipping from her. She laid slumped over the back of the couch breathing deeply. He palmed her ass affectionately before leaning forward and kissing it. She giggled and swatted at him, finally turning and looking at him. Her hair was a mess, her lips were swollen, her neck and breasts were starting to bruise. He breathed a deep sigh, and fell sideways on the couch. “Maybe we should move somewhere… a bit more comfortable?” She said after staring at his naked form for a moment. “I still need to go in and shut off my system… I’m pretty sure the guys could hear me…” He laughed then and covered his eyes with the back of his hand.

“You think? I bet your neighbors hate you right now,” he spoke softly as he trailed his fingertips down her side. “I could do with a softer surface than this couch…” She huffed and swatted at him again before getting up off the couch and stared down at him. Her hands were on his hips, and he smiled goofily up at her. “You are adorable when you are cranky, when you opened that door and gave me that attitude… Mmm.” he bit down on his lip before sitting up.

“Don’t try and be cute now, cowboy. Just get your ass in my bed.” She spoke over her shoulder as she walked out of the room headed back to flip off her console. She could explain to the guys later, right now she just wanted to cuddle up in bed. Once the system was off, she paused listening to Stuart move about in her apartment. She moved into out of the room and saw that he had collected their clothes into a pile and put his boots by the front door with hers. He had also locked the front door, but where did he go?

“I figured we could both use a drink.” He spoke from behind her, holding two glasses of tea in his hands. “If I remember right, you like this specific tea.” He handed her a glass and brought his own up to his lips.

“Oh, thanks…” She whispered and pulled the tea up to her lips. “Yes, thank you,” she said after a moment of letting the cool liquid slide down her throat. “Let me, um… The bed is this way…” She grabbed his fingers and pulled him into the bedroom slowly. There hadn’t been any other male in this room since she had moved it. It wasn’t that she didn’t date, although most of the boys she had the unfortunate luck to go out with ended up not being what she wanted, she just never brought anyone into her domain. Until now, she set her cup on the bedside table and turned to look at him.

“Purple? Cute.” He laughed behind his tea before setting down his glass as well. He reached around her and pulled the blankets down a bit and slid past her into the bed before sighing when he laid out. “Damn, this thing is like a cloud, how do you ever leave?” She watched in amazement as he snuggled deeper into her bed and covered his legs with her comforter. “Are you going to join me or are you just gonna stand there with the light on and stare?”

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