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I couldn’t exactly pinpoint when we had turned into slippers. It’s the point in the relationship when you’re so comfortable with each other that most of the time words aren’t necessary. It’s the point at which most of your husband’s conversations are conducted with a series of grunts, gestures and meaningful glances and you actually understand what he’s saying. It’s when you start wearing flannelette pyjamas to bed instead of those wispy scraps of silk that used to make you feel sexy and he wears his boxers and a t-shirt that’s faded through a thousand washes. You know that you’re slippers when it gets to the point when he farts and you answer with one of your own without bothering to blame the dog.

Like I said, I couldn’t pin down exactly when it happened, but it was around the six-year mark. It wasn’t that we had stopped loving each other; we were just in a rut so one night we came up with our list, it wasn’t too long; we both contributed to it. On it were all of our fantasies, everything we had dreamed of doing and a couple of things we were too scared to dream about. In all there were ten; maybe conservative by some peoples standards. We decided that to re-ignite the spark that had burned so brightly through the first few years of our relationship, we would act out each one of our fantasies, from time to time when we felt it was right. All would be written down on a separate piece of paper, folded up and put in an envelope, one chosen at random; it would be fairer that way.

The night we drew the first piece of paper out of the envelope I couldn’t decide whether I was nervous or excited, it was probably a mixture of both, but as it turned out, it was one of my fantasies. Like a lot of other women, I had always wondered what it would be like to be taken by a stranger, kind of like a rape fantasy. In mine I had specified a location; with my parents living on the Isle of Mull, it often meant that we had to drive up from where we lived in Glasgow to Oban to take the ferry across to the island. Knowing that the ferry would be busy added fuel to my fantasy, and it was in the toilets of the ferry that I wanted to be taken. Kyle just raised his brow as he read and gave a shrug of his shoulders, agreeing softly, telling me that we would go across to the island at the weekend. It was already Wednesday night; that meant that there were only two days to wait.

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We were late, I knew that when we got to Oban and saw the ferry already docked, there was no time for me to nip to the loo and I had been putting off asking Kyle to stop the car at the services on the way up to the coastal town. I glanced to the side, and saw impatience in his furrowed brow.

“Listen, just get out will you, go get the tickets and I’ll wait here.” His words were clipped, and I was beginning to have serious doubts that my fantasy would be acted out on the outward trip.

“Sure, I’ll be two minutes.” I saw the hoards of tourists pooled at the bottom of the gangplank, a rainbow of different coloured rucksacks hoisted on their shoulders.

I closed the car door with a loud slam and ignored my nagging bladder as I ran into the ferry booking office, quickly Şerifali Escort getting the tickets we needed, before running back to the car. Kyle had kept the engine ticking over and we joined the back of the queue of cars heading into the bowels of the ferry for the short trip across to Mull. Kyle was completely silent and I made no attempt at conversation, instead reaching over to the back seat to grab my small rucksack, getting out of the car once we had parked up; not waiting for him to join me. I turned round when I reached the top of the stairs leading to the upper decks, and saw him sitting on the bonnet of the car just watching me, a slight smile about his mouth, I knew by the look in his eyes that there was a chance.

The main foyer was awash with a host of different nationalities, wide smiles and interesting accents but I didn’t stop to eavesdrop, instead I headed straight for the ladies toilets, waiting for a couple of minutes a little way from the door, pretending to read a general emergency poster on the wall but still keeping half an eye on the door that led down to where the vehicles were parked. I knew I should have nipped in for a pee as soon as I had come into the foyer but I didn’t want Kyle to miss me; as I saw his tall form emerge from the stairwell I headed for the ladies, catching his eye for only half a second before going in.

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I felt his hand at the small of my back pushing me roughly inside the cubicle, I was in pain, desperately needing to pee, but there was no way I could ‘go’ in front of him. I quickly undid the front of my coat, pulling the belt, fingers struggling with the button fly of my jeans; I hoped he would act the gentleman and turn around but he did not and I knew I could not control my bladder for much longer. His hands pulled at my coat, quickly dropping it to the floor, moving his hands to my hips, pushing my jeans and panties down around my knees, turning me around and forcing me down so that I was sitting on the toilet. I clamped my thighs together in a feeble attempt to stop the inevitable, trying to hold back but it was impossible. Frustration must have shown on my face, but he tilted my head back and dropped his head to mine, kissing me roughly as he took hold of my ponytail with one hand, making it impossible for me to move.

I let out a cry as I felt his hand push between my thighs, parting them, his fingers sliding over my mound and into my slit, rubbing over and over on my clit; making it impossible for me to maintain control under his constant stimulation. I managed to drag my mouth from under his to ask him to stop but he shook his head briefly before standing up, bringing my head down to his waiting cock as his fingers continued to stroke my pussy through the stream of hot pee. It was relief and pleasure all at the same time and my mind struggled to make sense of the two emotions. My tongue darted out and flicked at the head of his cock, the tip darting inside his pee-hole to capture the glistening bead of pre-cum that anointed it.

Suddenly I knew that I didn’t want this to be a gentle encounter, I had been waiting for what seemed like months; I needed all he had to give İstanbul Escort me, right there and then. With a groan I sank my mouth down his shaft, sucking on him hungrily, my hands pushing at his trousers, raking his hairy thighs with my nails, finding his heavy ball sack and massaging roughly as his fingers plunged straight inside my sopping cunt, stretching me tightly with each thrust. With whispered encouragement in the form of dirty fuck words, I found myself tilting my hips towards him, showing him that I wanted more, letting his hips buck at my face, pushing more and more of his long thick cock inside, easing past the back of my throat. I was no longer able to control my breathing, but I didn’t care, I was feeling light-headed, poised on the edge of my orgasm and ready to fly. His fingers massaged and teased, fucked and plunged; all of a sudden I felt my head being yanked back and his fingers withdrawing from my pussy.

I couldn’t stop my yell of frustration, not caring whether there was anyone outside the cubicle that could hear. What would they do anyway? His hands yanked me up and turned me round; I knew what was coming and bent down as much as it was possible to in the small space and sighed with pleasure as I felt the broad head of his cock push against the cheeks of my ass, his fingers spreading them roughly apart so that he could find my slick entrance. There was no gentleness as he thrust deep inside me; his hands were at my waist, holding me, pulling me hard onto his cock with each stroke. I had never been taken so roughly before, but I loved every minute of it and shouted my approval, telling him to fuck me harder. His breath was hot and laboured against my neck as he nipped at the sensitive skin, heightening the feelings that were already coursing through me. When his hand reached round in front of me to cup my pussy, I knew that my shouts were being answered, I was poised on his hand and his cock and his fingers were frigging my little clit. My muscles were clamping wetly around his cock but still he fucked me, urging me on with his whispers, pushing my body higher and higher. Never before had I felt like this, I felt dirty; we were both using each other, there was no love, just raw sex and it was all that I needed. I was sobbing when his release finally came, bathing my cunt with his creamy cum; filling me with his wet heat before pulling out quickly. I felt it dribble down the inside of my thigh, but didn’t have the strength in me to move, my cunt was throbbing as his fingers moved away and I could still feel his cock moving inside me although it was gone. I had been well and truly fucked.

As I tried to straighten up, I felt his hands holding me still again, and I was moved forwards slightly, feeling his lips on my ass, brushing softly back and forth, the whisper of his breath against the swollen lips of my cunt. My hands clenched into fists as his tongue darted against my pussy, lapping up his cum and my own slippery juices. Every now and again he would stop, just breathing hard against me, he was throwing me over the edge again and he knew it, but there were no words of encouragement this time, I didn’t need them, I was right Ümraniye Escort there, crying out, calling him for all the bastards under the sun for what he was doing to my body. I felt like a puppet being manipulated by its master, but his mouth continued to work me, till my words faded and all that was left were incoherent mumblings. When he was done, I said nothing; even when he moved away, or when his hands moved me, pulling up my panties and jeans, draping my coat over my shoulders. I heard him open the cubicle door and turn me round, but the words wouldn’t come. There was plenty I could have said right then, but all I could do was look up at him, wondering how affected he had been by our little encounter, but his dark eyes were almost unreadable, blazing with a heat that I hoped was mirrored in my own, because after just one taste of what it felt like to be taken so roughly, I was left hungry for more.

The toilets were blessedly quiet when we emerged from the cubicle, so it was standing side by side that we washed our hands, glancing from time to time in the mirror at each other. I dared to smile a little as I moved away to dry my hands, letting my fingers trail over the side of his face once I had dried them. He quickly turned his head to the side and caught a fingertip between his lips, sucking on it slowly; my lips parted slightly and my breath rushed out; I was unprepared for the clenching of my muscles that this simple action caused. No-one had ever affected me so much so quickly, but all too soon he released them as an old woman pushed open the door and hurried towards the cubicle we had so recently vacated.

“I think a strong drink is in order, want to join me.” He held his hand out to me and I slipped mine into it, feeling instant heat and a tingling awareness.

“Sure, I’d like that.” I could have thought of several other things that could have occupied our time till the ferry docked at the island but I bit my lip as I bent down to retrieve my rucksack from the floor where it had been dropped earlier.

A few minutes later we were both sitting in the lounge bar with drinks in front of us, a large whisky for him and vodka with lime for me. There was a silence between us, but it was not an uncomfortable one, I was still lost in thoughts about what we had just shared, and he was seemingly content just to watch the thoughts race across my face. I felt my eyelids half close as I remembered just how full I had felt when his cock had driven all the way inside my cunt, my muscles tensed and it was as though he was still there; my cheeks were hot, the room was cold, my hands were shaking, he was smiling, eyebrow raised.

“Well, wife of mine, I take it that this is a fantasy we can stroke off the list as being fulfilled?” His voice drew me back, but with difficulty.

“Oh, I think it’s safe to say that I’ve been filled, um… fulfilled, yes, God, honey you were great!” My mind was already bringing up the list of fantasies we had written out together, both individual and shared.

“So perhaps we go with one of mine now?” I raised my eyebrow as he reached into his coat pocket to draw out the envelope, slowly reaching inside, retrieving one of the folded squares of paper. I could feel myself getting wet again as his mouth formed a surprised little ‘o’ but he said nothing at that point; I had no choice but to wait in eager anticipation.

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A month had passed since I had come home to work things out with Jason, and so far, so good. We were spending more time together, going out on “dates” again, and the sex was great, although it was slowing down from what it had been during the last couple of weeks of his affair and right when I had come home. I guess I couldn’t really expect it to be as intense as it was when our emotions were running so high. The jealousy and possibility of losing one another had really ramped up our sex life, and now that we were falling back into somewhat of a routine, I was sad to see that aspect slipping back into what it once was.

I sighed and flopped onto the couch with my phone. Jason was at the gym, the house was clean, and I really didn’t have anything to do. I scrolled facebook for a few minutes and came across a post from Jen, the wife of one of Jason’s coworkers. It was a collection of pictures from a party over the last weekend and Rachel’s face jumped out at me. I clicked on the post, viewing each picture. Rachel must have a new guy in her life. There she was leaning over his shoulder, whispering in his ear. The next photo showed them in the background, his arms around her waist with her laughing, looking back over her shoulder. Most of the people in the photos worked at Jason’s company. Surely we had been invited, but he hadn’t even mentioned it. He probably knew Rachel would be there and didn’t want to bring her up. Probably for the best anyway. I couldn’t face her. At least not yet.

Ping! A notification popped up that I had received a text and I clicked the bubble with shaky fingers. It was from Corey. My heart raced.

Hey Sammy. Just wanted to check in and see how you were doing. I got that job by the way. Just moved into my new apartment, so I guess I’m here for now. I know you said we shouldn’t talk, but I wanted to let you know I was in town in case we ran into each other or something.

He was here! I had texted him after Jason and I decided to work things out and let him know so he wouldn’t think I was ghosting him. He said he understood, and hadn’t contacted me since. That was the morning after I had come home. Now here he was, living in my city. Jason would not be thrilled. I had told Jason that Corey was in town visiting friends, but hadn’t mentioned the job interview. I began typing my reply.

Hey, that’s great, Corey. Glad you found a place. I hope your job works out. I love it here. Maybe we’ll see each other around town, although I don’t think my husband would be happy about that…

Yeah, I bet not. I wouldn’t be either if I were in his shoes. That night, though. Wow, it’s like a dream. I can’t believe he watched us. I couldn’t have stood there and watched if roles were reversed.

It was like a dream. I can’t believe everything that happened that night…after 15 years of not seeing eachother. I really had a thing for you in high school. Lol

It felt like you really had a thing for me that night, too, Sammy.

I felt my face turning red just thinking about that night. My heart still raced and my breath quickened. I should stop talking to him now. I should end this and delete his number forever. But I didn’t want to. At that thought, another ping, another text from Corey.

Sammy, I know you want to work things out with Jason, but if things don’t work out, I’m here and available. I wish things İstanbul Escort could have ended a little differently that night at the bar. What I wouldn’t give for one more kiss, or to have held you back behind those lilacs for just a few minutes longer…

Heat flamed through my body at the memory of his touch, of kissing him, of him throbbing inside me.

I think I would have liked that. The night ended a little too abruptly for me too.

After sending my reply I felt instantly guilty. I should not be doing this. My mind strayed back to Jason and Rachel’s sexts, back to before they had slept together. Was sexting cheating? Would I have been as angry and betrayed if it had stopped there? But it’s not even the same, I’d already slept with Corey. This was totally different…and yet…

What I wouldn’t give to have a full night uninterrupted with you, Samantha. That quickie behind the bushes at a bar doesn’t do us justice. If I could take my time with you…Fuck, I want you so badly. I feel like I got this tiny taste of the best food I’d ever had and no way to get a full meal, or even just one more bite.

Instantly I was wet. His desire fueled mine and I squeezed my legs together, feeling the pressure building as I composed my next text.

Tell me, what would that night be like, Corey? You know, just out of curiosity.

A series of dots moved along the bottom of my screen as he typed his reply. I waited and waited as he typed what must be a novel. As I waited my fingers found their way to the hem of my sundress, pulling it up to my hips as I slid my hand into my panties to touch my wetness. I slowly moved my fingers around my labia and into myself, pulling my soaking fingers out and gliding them up around my clit. As I rubbed slow circles, another ping announced the next text. I continued my slow rubbing as I read the long message.

We would talk for hours, catch up on everything we missed in the last 15 years. But then I would lead you to my bed and slowly undress you. Once you were nude on my bed, I would caress every inch of your body. I would explore your curves with my lips, my tongue, my eyes…I would spread your legs and taste your sweetness. I wouldn’t stop until you came, and then I would slowly make love to you. Soft and sweet, not frenzied like we were at the bar. I would take my time and enjoy every second of it. I’d fill you up with my cock, and we would make love until we both came together. Then we would sleep in each other’s arms until sunrise when I would cook you a wonderful breakfast before taking you again, maybe in the kitchen this time.

As I read his sweet words I rubbed harder and faster, until finally my orgasm burst forth. My toes curled as I moaned, imagining Corey’s tongue between my legs instead of my fingers. I opened my eyes to see Jason standing at the end of the couch, a smile on his lips and a lusty look in his eye. How long had he been standing there? I dropped my phone and it slid off the sofa, hitting the hardwood floor, jarringly loud. Jason laughed, and came around to pick it up, but as he got closer his smile faded and I realized my texts must still be on the screen. Crap.

I quickly sat up and reached for my phone, but Jason turned away, scrolling up to the beginning of the thread, reading every word. I sat in silence, waiting for him to finish. Kadıköy Escort My heart felt like it was in my throat when he finally read the last message and looked up at me.

“Jason, I swear-” I started, but he cut me off.

“No, stop. I don’t want to hear it,” he said, and threw my phone onto the couch before grabbing me around the waist and hoisting me over his shoulder.

“What are you doing?” I cried, as he carried me toward the kitchen. The kitchen? What the hell was he going to do? Kick me out? As we reached the kitchen he cleared the island with one sweep of his arm, and laid me on the countertop. He stalked over to the kitchen window and dropped the blinds before turning back to me. Without the light from the window it was eerily dark, like the light during a storm, filtered through dark clouds. I stayed on the island, but sat up, pulling my knees to my chest and wrapping my arms around them. Jason stared at me from across the room before finally breaking the silence.

“He’d take you in the kitchen, huh? How would you like it, baby? On the island? From behind? Maybe on one of the kitchen stools, huh? What would you do to him?” He stopped, waiting for my reply, but I was speechless.

He slowly walked toward me, placing his hand on my knees and forcing them apart. He pulled me toward him and lowered me back to the counter. I felt him tug my thong to the side and then his fingers were inside me. I was still soaking wet from my orgasm, and he leaned forward to lick my juices, his tongue circling my clit and then sucking. My eyes rolled back in my head as he continued his rhythm, until I was so close I couldn’t suppress my moans. And he stopped. “Don’t stop, Jason, please.” I begged, reaching for his head. He licked me one more time, teasing my clit with the tip of his tongue and I almost came, but he pulled away again and I groaned frustration, throbbing with my ruined orgasm.

He pulled down his gym shorts and boxer briefs, exposing his impressive erection, then reached for me. He sat on one of the stools and pulled me to him then placed his hand on my head and guided my head down. I kneeled in front of him, taking him into my mouth, l sucked slowly, then circled the tip with my tongue and lips before licking from his balls up his shaft and taking him into my mouth again.

“Suck me Sammy. Suck my dick like it’s his and you’ve never tasted it before. Do you want him to fuck you in the kitchen Sammy? Do you?” He was watching me as I sucked. I took him deeper, gagging on his length before pulling back. He stared at me, anger and lust gleaming in his eyes.

“Maybe I do. Maybe I would suck on his cock just like this in his kitchen while he cooked my breakfast.” I sucked again, going as deep as I could as I held his balls in my hand, softly massaging them. He groaned and I picked up the pace, taking him deeper and deeper into my throat, something I had never done before. I held back my gag as I kept up a steady pace. I could tell he was getting close and I slowed, licking the around his thick head before pulling back. I gripped his shaft in my hand as he groaned at his retreating orgasm. I let go and pushed myself back up onto the island, spreading my legs and giving him a come hither motion with my finger.

“I wouldn’t let it end there, though. I’d want him to fuck me on the counter,” I said as Ataşehir Escort he rose and came toward me. I grabbed his member as he closed the distance between us and guided him inside me. He grabbed my hips and slid in slowly until I was completely filled. He brought his forehead to mine as he slowly thrust in and out.

“Would you want him like this?” He whispered, his eyes still locked on mine. “Would you want him to be gentle, or rough?” He asked.

“Gentle, just like this,” I said, and wrapped my legs around his waist, grinding against him and holding him deep inside me. I continued grinding against him as he kissed me deeply and slowly. His hands moved up my body into my hair. He took a handful and pulled my head backwards, giving him full access to my throat, which he sucked and licked while I continued my slow grind against him. I could feel another orgasm building as he moved inside me and I begged him not to stop. “Just like this Jason. Don’t stop. Please.” And he didn’t. Wave after wave of pure pleasure washed over me as he continued his slow thrust and sucked on my neck and chest. I cried out and squeezed him tight with my legs, arching my back as I felt his release. He pulled my body against his as he came and I felt his shudder, then he leaned over me, resting his elbows on the countertop while he caught his breath.

I pulled his face to my chest and kissed the top of his head. “Love you.” I whispered. “Are we still okay?”

“Yeah, it was just a few texts. And I now know you haven’t seen him since that night. I kind of wondered about that but didn’t feel like I had any right to ask you. And finding you like that, wow, that was hot.”

“I felt guilty for texting him back and egging him on, but I was curious, and apparently sexting is a big turn-on for me.” I said, remembering the way I felt while reading his sexts with Rachel.

“And the whole forbidden love affair thing is hot, I get it. That’s what drove me to Rachel in the first place. It was just so wrong. I knew it, but there’s something about the forbidden that is so exciting.” Jason explained, and it clicked for me.

“That’s exactly it. Wanting what you can’t have, the wrongness, the taboo, the thrill of getting away with it or getting caught…And then the jealousy on the other side of it. When you were with Rachel, you were feeling the thrill of the forbidden and I was feeling the jealousy and fear of loss. Now with Corey, the roles are reversed.”

“That’s it,” Jason agreed. “And when either of us are feeling those feelings and we are together, the sex is phenominal. It was starting to fade there a bit, don’t you think? At least until I came home and found you today.”

“Yeah, I was actually thinking about that earlier but wasn’t sure what to do about it. Well, I did something about it, didn’t I?” I joked.

Jason was quiet. He lifted his head and his eyes met mine. “Maybe that’s the secret, Sam. Not a full out affair, but the possibility of one…you know what I mean, the sexting, the flirting, and letting each other in on it. Maybe we can keep this up, if we set some ground rules, you know?”

My mind raced with possibilities. Would this let me continue to text Corey? And keep sex between me and Jason hot and wild? “Yeah, I think you’re onto something.” I said as he dressed and I slid down from the counter, straightening my dress and raising the blinds again.

I walked to the sofa and retrieved my phone as Jason headed for the shower. Seeing a few more texts from Corey, I smiled and typed a quick reply.

That was so hot Corey. I totally owe you one. I’ll text you later. ??

To Be Continued…

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There have been a few horny experiences in hotels down the years – especially with my ex-husband who was pretty much obsessed with wanting to film me having sex with other men. I have always been quite horny though, and I agreed willingly to most things he suggested. In terms of strangers in hotels, some nights were a real turn-on, some a bit weird. After one not-so-great experience when I was left trussed to the bed, we decided I ought to be in control a little more – just in case…

One such time my ex hid in the bathroom with the shower running while we waited for some very special room service. I had done all my make-up, put on lingerie – including stockings, natch – and thrown on a T-shirt over the top to make it look like I was in the middle of getting ready to go out. As ordered from room service, a guy came up with champagne and I pretended I wasn’t expecting it. As I guided him into the hotel room, he said hubby had ordered it and had also promised him a tip because he couldn’t find any cash earlier when we checked in.

I wandered across to my bag and bent over, rummaging around as if to find some cash, my stocking tops knowingly on full view to the porter as he wiped down the champagne bottle.

He was kinda cute, young and fit, and I was quite taken by him in his smart uniform. I couldn’t tell for sure whether he was looking at me bending over so, after what seemed sufficient rummaging, I raised myself and wandered back over. “What’s the occasion?” he asked as the cork popped.

“Um, husband’s 30th. He’s in the shower.”

“Yes I can hear…”

There was an awkward silence as he poured. “Oh, your tip, sorry,” I said, having returned from my bag empty-handed. I walked round the bed, past the porter and the champagne, checking my husband’s pockets for money by the mirrored wall/closet. We had some cash, of course, but you know what we were thinking…

I stood and turned quickly to catch him looking very much at my thigh level, but he quickly readjusted to my eye level and composed himself. I wandered purposefully over to take a glass of champagne from the trolley he had brought into the room. “I can’t find anything either I’m afraid, will you be on tomorrow for us to sort it out?”

“No I’m afraid not, madam.”

“Ah…”

Another awkward silence, with just the sound of the shower behind the bathroom door as the soundtrack. There was no problem for me – I was aroused, having been on such brazen show to a good-looking younger man. “Is there anything else we can do?” I asked.

“Erm, how do you mean?” he said, with what I took to be mock naivety. I slowly moved closer, glass in hand, and, when I was directly in front of him, moved my free hand over his crotch and squeezed gently. I took another cheeky sip of champagne while I had hold of the bulge in his trousers.

“Oh,” he Anadolu Yakası Escort said, slightly blushing, presumably because I had taken the lead so shamelessly. “I’m sure we could come to an arrangement.”

I unzipped his fly and reached into the trousers, fumbling slightly through his boxer shorts to find his cock. I eventually set it free, semi-hard and toastie-warm, and squeezed gently. “What about your husband?” he whispered.

“Oh, he’ll love this,” I smiled. I put down my champagne, and walked over to the bed and sat on the edge. He followed, cock sticking from his trousers, and stood in front of me. “Now then,” I whispered, reaching out to him. “We’ll have to be quick. Tell me if you hear the shower stop!” I looked up at him as I started to squeeze and stroke the cock which was pointing straight at my face. With my other hand, I unfastened his belt and button, and pushed the trousers to the floor. I shifted slightly forward on the bed, and reached round to pull him towards me.

I remember his breathing being shaky. It’s entirely possible this was the first time this had happened to him. Maybe it was his first time with any kind of woman – he was only 18 or 19 after all. I did my usual – I looked up with my best mock-innocence from beneath perfectly made-up dusky eyelids, my brown eyes staring straight at his as my mouth, just ajar, closed on the dick I was squeezing with my hand. He opened his own mouth slightly, involuntarily, as my deep red lips kissed the end of his swollen dick gently. I slowly and surely retreated to leave a red lip-print around the head of his cock. I’m guessing he’d never seen anything as horny in his life judging by the gasp he let out.

My hand continued to squeeze around the base of his cock, the other wandering up the front of his thigh, up inside his boxers to seek out his balls. I lifted his cock up at an angle and kissed underneath as far down as I could go. I realised I had to make a play of being in a hurry and suddenly yanked down his boxers. I think they stopped around his knees but I carried on, my hands and mouth returning to his shaft. My left hand was gently wanking the upper side of his cock, my nails occasionally scratching softly along the top, making him twitch. My right hand had slid between his thighs and had pushed up his sack, which I was kissing and licking. I took one ball in my mouth and sucked gently while I scraped my nails over the end of his cock. At one point I caught him looking up and behind me, watching himself in the mirror opposite, face flushed.

I switched to running my tongue along the underside of his cock, very slowly, kissing every inch or so, until my mouth reached the top and closed gently over the end, blending into a slow, long suck just over the head. He groaned softly and his hands fell to my shoulders, trying to Pendik Escort hold me in that spot. He pulled me towards him, obviously wanting to push further into my mouth. I relented and moved closer, my mouth swallowing up more of his dick as I sucked and edged closer, opening my legs wider to make the T-shirt ride further up my thighs, revealing the tanned flesh above my lace stocking tops. He groaned again as he watched me beneath him, and he then bent down to grab the bottom of the T-shirt, lifting it up over me.

I compliantly raised my arms, revealing a black lace ensemble. He stood and stared for what seemed an age. I stood, left hand wrapped around the base of his cock, and guided him on to the bed, laying him back for me to play with. His legs from the knee down dangled over the edge of the bed, his cock stood erect in the middle of the pristine white sheets, and I took a moment to look at the scene in the mirror opposite. My lipstick was smudged, but it looked kinda sexy. I was a dirty girl…

I crouched between his legs and tongued his balls, left hand wrapping around his cock once more, squeezing, wanking. With my right hand, my thumb hooked around the elastic in my black lace thong and quietly, carefully worked the underwear down to the floor. I shifted upwards to bring my mouth down on to his cock from above, the movement as I semi-stood allowing the knickers to fall to the floor. I climbed on to the bed swiftly, one leg either side of his. My hand was still around his cock and I lowered myself on to him. His eyes opened wide, and he looked down to watch his cock slide gently into my hot pussy. I was dripping wet, and his cock was slipping in almost audibly. I let go with my hand and placed one either side of the young porter, glancing briefly into his startled eyes before looking up at the mirror to watch myself lower on to him for the first time, listening to my juices and his whimper.

After a few strokes to gauge how wet I was and work myself open a little, I sat upright and took off my bra, casting it aside. Then I launched myself forward to give him a brief, deep kiss. His hands had reached round to hold my ass as I grinded slowly on him. I chewed on his neck as my hands ran through his hair, as my feet clasped against his knees for leverage, as the inside of my thighs gripped the outside of his, as I writhed on him. I whispered in his ear breathlessly. “I lied. My husband wouldn’t like this at all.”

I pushed back, smiling, and leant back as far as I could, giving him an eyeful, head thrown back, sighing, groaning. My hand reached round behind me to hold his balls gently. He watched mesmerised, his engorged cock probing deep inside as I opened and moistened even more, his hands squeezing and stroking my tits as I leant back. I rocked back and forth with my pelvis. I was genuinely Kurtköy Escort enjoying this fuck – like one of the best I’d had.

I collapsed on him again, my tongue exploring his mouth frantically, passionately before I made a point of groaning and panting in his ear, trying to convey urgency. I pushed back again and, while shifting quickly but slightly on his rod, I went to unbutton his shirt. As I worked down the crisp white nylon, his hands roamed across the lace stocking tops on my thighs, across my arse, up my back, through my hair, over my shoulder, eventually drawn back to my tits, cupping and squeezing them. All the while my slight movements on his cock were blatantly taking their toll on him, stimulating further, making me hotter and daring him to take me harder…

When I’d finished with the shirt I drew my nails down his chest firmly, leaving red stripes of passion down his front. I slowly lifted off him, looking down to watch the cock reappear, covered in my slime, hard and throbbing. I crawled to the head of the bed on all fours, placing each hand on the rail, exaggeratedly opening my legs further and lifting my ass slightly. I looked to my right, into the full-length mirror, and whispered: “Come on then!”

He pushed himself up off the bed and came up on all fours behind me, like a stag covering his doe, taking what he was due. I flicked my hair to one side so I could watch in the mirror. He held his cock as he knelt upright. His other hand grabbed my butt cheek, gently pulling it to one side for a better view. He thrust into me with little ceremony and I groaned, wanting it hard, unremitting. “Fuck me hard, quickly before he comes in!”

The porter collapsed over me, hands gripping mine on the bed rail, his open white shirt falling partially over my body as he leant down to bite my neck, lick my back. His cock was thrusting in and out quickly and I watched, looked in lust as his toned young body took control of me, pumped me, used me. I begged him to go harder and deeper, and he obliged perfectly, leaning back, gripping my waist and banging me hard from behind. This was blatantly not his first time. I was virtually wailing at one point during this few minutes, my G-spot copping some serious pressure somehow.

He began pulling my ass my higher, to try and get more of himself in, I sank into the pillows, my ass in the air while he skewered me. I gripped the pillow, I left make-up all over the pillow, I squeezed his cock inside my pussy, and I felt him shoot over and over deep inside me as he bit his lip, trying not to cry out, and scratched and squeezed and kissed me, throwing himself over me as, eventually, the last drops shuddered from him.

It was only now, in the post-coital silence, in his post-coital apprehension, that I could make out the sound of the camcorder whirring. I hoped he couldn’t hear it. He didn’t say anything. He withdrew with a squelch and I made a play of getting myself dressed and rooting out my make-up. I gave him a kiss at the door and thanked him. And it was heartfelt.

“Finally finished then?” said hubby behind me…

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Every couple dreams their marriage will be perfect, particularly if they are young and haven’t yet experienced the disappointments of adult life. Stephanie and I certainly felt that way on the Tuesday after Labor Day of 1968 as we took our vows near Columbus, Ohio. The next day we piled our stash of belongings into the red Volkswagen bug and began our first transcontinental trip, arriving in our new home in the northern Bay Area just five days later, our legs cramped from the thousands of miles we’d driven, yet hungry for each other’s bodies.

Had she trapped me into marriage too early? Perhaps. We’d been sweethearts in high school, then for three years through aborted efforts at higher education. In my senior year of high school she’d given her virginity to me, for the next couple of years the largest problem we had were the logistics of finding a place to screw.

In January of 1968, the night before I’d enlisted in the Navy, the draft board hot on my heels, she’d promised fidelity to me. In June, when I’d been transferred to the San Francisco area and found it to be my personal promised land, I wrote her letters about the paradise. She wanted to join me, and to underscore that desire she began dating an air force man, her letters were full of him. In my youth I let myself believe that if I lost her my life would be worthless, and the idea that he’d made love to her, whether true or not, infuriated me. I telephoned her, an expensive proposition to a seaman first class, proposed and a few weeks later took accumulated leave, flew back to Columbus and we wed.

I was attached to Mare Island for a year and a half for computer training, only thirty miles north of The City. We found a series of furnished apartments, on the nights I wasn’t required to be on base we made love more often than not, explored California as we did the crevices of our bodies. Life was, indeed, as perfect as it ever would be, we had each other.

The orders for my remaining four years of enlistment came through, I would be assigned to the aircraft carrier Ranger, then sailing in the Western Pacific to fly jet aircraft that bombed the Viet Cong. I’d heard the details by then: As long as the war raged, the ship would spend eight months of the year deployed across the ocean, only three or four months of rest and refurbishment.

The discussion of where Stephanie would spend the deployment was settled, she’d return home to stay with her mother. In January of 1970 I flew halfway across the globe to meet the ship in the Gulf of Tonkin. For the next six months our letters, which took at least a week to cross the ocean, sometimes a fortnight to reach each other, were full of love and disillusionment with our separation. Needless to say, a married woman who has tasted the joy of independent living and the mecca of California wasn’t content to live in a backwater town with her relatives. After the ship docked in Alameda, across the bay from San Francisco, I took leave, Stephanie and I were reunited.

But just for a few months. Even those were interrupted as I had to spend every fourth night aboard ship with the duty, and five times we left port for sea trials lasting from a couple of days to weeks. In September Stephanie stood on the dock with other wives as the drab hulk was pushed from the mooring, turned west and headed through the Golden Gate.

Another nine months passed, lonely months for both of us. My life was dictated by the rhythms of sea duty, thirty days on the line, six in a Philippine port, punctuated by visits to Hong Kong and Tokyo before returning, blissfully, home. Stephanie’s life was not so rigid; she spent the months going to movies and clubs with her girl friends, working as a clerk, she flew home for the holidays. Her letters were sometimes filled with frustration; a woman of her age, one who has tasted the wonders of sex, has certain needs, ones that can’t be assuaged easily. In February she wrote to me of her glee when she and a friend visited a seedy shop in San Francisco and she purchased her first dildo.

I asked her if she was approached by men in a restaurant or bar with her friends. She was a beauty, even in my fifty year old photographs I can see that. She was tall, in heels she reached nearly to six feet, her legs were long and pleasing, her breasts were conical and copious. The fashions of that time tended to bralessness and miniskirts, I couldn’t blame men if they were desirous of her body. Stephanie answered that every once in awhile someone might try to buy her a drink, before she accepted she told them she was happily married and their opportunity was limited to conversation. My belief is that during the cruise of 1970/71 my wife was numbered among the most faithful of women.

I recall the first night after our return to the States in June. As we steamed through the bay on a clear yet misty June morning we spied the dock, filled with families. Luckily my section didn’t have the duty, I was in the first wave of sailors to hit the gangplank. I quickly found her, she wore a red dress she’d Bostancı Escort sewn herself, we imitated all those photographs you’ve seen of a sailor in dress blues hungrily kissing his woman, we headed for our apartment. I remember stripping her, how we stroked each other, I can almost still taste her tightly drawn nipples. She moaned as I came the first time, too soon, but I was raging again in just moments, for hours we screwed. Some of the rest of that day was spent at the pool, drinking beer and luxuriating in conversation and tales, in the evening we found a pizza parlor, but most of it was spent naked in each others arms.

We caught a break, the ship was slated for a complete overhaul. Even better, it would be performed at Hunter’s Point in the city of San Francisco, we wouldn’t need to relocate or be separated for the nine months of renovation. We found another, better, apartment in the hills of Oakland, settled in for an extended period of togetherness, rare for a serviceman’s wife.

Through the winter of 1972 we enjoyed each other. Life wasn’t perfect, of course; we had every minor plague that young couples suffer – less money than we’d like, our car broke down and had to be fixed, we argued about silly things. But we were in love, we managed mirth and passion.

I believe a turning point came when we made friends with another Navy couple. We hung with them on weekends and some evenings. She, as I remember, had an olive complexion, was short and her boobs didn’t quite fill her bikini top. He was shorter than Stephanie, but had muscular arms and a crude sense of humor that appealed to my wife. One night over more than enough beer and wine, I became aware that somehow I was sitting next to the other wife, and she was kissing me. I cooperated, even to the point that I opened her blouse and sucked a nipple. Through the fog of tipsiness I noticed Stephanie was likewise engaged with him, in fact she had his penis out and was stroking it with her hand. There’s nothing more to the story. I was faithful to my wife, she was loyal to me, the four of us dressed and had another beer.

But that opened a topic Stephanie and I had never broached. We talked about the encounter afterwards, understood that neither of us was upset at the indiscretion, discussed how it had been nice to kiss somebody else. I wanted to ask her if she would have liked it to go further, but felt shy about raising the enticement. Nor did Stephanie, if she was like-minded, verbalize her desires. In the daze of youth and the belief that faithfulness in marriage is a virtue, we simply ignored the mountain in our bedroom.

In the early 1970’s – really the last gasp of the period known as the Sixties – sex was a common topic. Movies showed female nudity, even to full frontal, advertisements were full of double entendres, the San Francisco Bay was a laboratory for alternative lifestyles. Why we never went back to our friend’s house and participated in an orgy is a question that baffles me. Perhaps he shipped out; or it may be that they realized Stephanie and I would have to be pushed to commit adultery and they didn’t wish to force us. Or, maybe, they were as embarrassed at the rashness as we were. In any event we never got involved with them again. And yet I dreamed about screwing the other wife and I have no doubt, particularly in light of events yet to transpire, that Stephanie lusted after the other man.

The shipyard period closed, the Ranger was scheduled for sea trials. In a matter of a few months, I’d be floating across the Pacific again, Stephanie would be on her own until the ship returned.

One weekend evening we walked to a cheap Chinese restaurant in the Fruitvale district. As we returned home in the gloaming I remember Stephanie begin a conversation. “Have you ever thought about making love to someone else?”

“I don’t know.” I had, of course, but I wasn’t willing to voice my fantasy. Then, falteringly, “Have you?”

“I wonder what it’d be like, sometimes. You know, would it be different?”

“You mean better?”

“No. That’s not what I mean. I just think it would be different. I think I’d like to try that sometime. You’d like to, wouldn’t you?”

I remember I didn’t answer her. My thoughts on the subject weren’t formed, I was confused. After we returned home Stephanie put on a negligee, we made love in the living room, our window open to the dim light and my mind wasn’t on her, it wasn’t on the fantasy of another woman, it was obsessed with the apparition of someone else undressing my love, sucking at her beautiful breasts, then climbing above her, spreading her thighs and inserting himself into her. I discovered competing emotions. The first was repulsion that another man might possess the body which belonged to me alone, the other a grizzly curiosity about how she’d relish it. I pictured his sperm being pumped deeply into her as I screwed her powerfully. I doubt we discussed the new thoughts afterwards; such ideas are muted after an orgasm. But we made dynamic love again Ümraniye Escort the next morning before I drove her to work.

A few days later, the Ranger had it’s first sea trial after the yard period. A simple two day cruise west of the Farallones, just a jaunt to shake the ship down. I performed my duties as always, yet the thought of Stephanie and another man refused to leave me. In my bunk I silently masturbated thinking of my wife and her phantom lover. I even wondered if that very night she’d taken the incentive, going to a bar, picking a handsome devil up and having her way with him.

Of course she was still my woman when I returned, she told me she’d stayed at home and worked on a jigsaw puzzle; the half completed picture of an Italian town confirmed her story. That weekend, as we began our foreplay, emboldened by a bottle of wine, I queried her.

“Did you mean it when you said you wanted to have another guy?”

“I just wonder what it would be like. Just one time, that’s all.”

“What if you liked it?”

“I wouldn’t do it again, not if you didn’t want me to.”

“And you want me to say it’s okay?”

“I’m sorry, I can’t help it. I don’t want to cheat on you, I’d never do that. Never!”

I didn’t give her permission that night, I’m sure. But I considered it. I wondered, if it was just one simple screw, what harm would it do? After all, everyone was doing it, weren’t they? And I had desires of my own. If she did it, it would only be fair if I was allowed to lie with a woman as well, wouldn’t it?

The following week the Ranger put to sea again, three nights this time, constant drills of the ship’s company, General Quarters, Damage Control, Abandon Ship. We were readying ourselves for war. I was preoccupied with my tasks, of course, but I still had plenty of time to consider Stephanie’s request. My mind was muddled, I wasn’t sure it was a good idea, but the experiment – for that’s what I thought it would be – fascinated me. What would it be like for her, going to a man’s bedroom, letting him undress her? Would the taste of him be different? She was rarely quick to orgasm with me, would the other man set her off? I masturbated to the dreams.

That weekend, I brought the theme up. I asked her again what her desires were, she repeated what she’d already told me. She was intensely curious. She had no one in particular she wanted to have sex with, but there were guys at a bar near us – I’d been there with her – that flirted with her whenever she and her friends stopped for a beer. No, she hadn’t done anything yet, wouldn’t even think of it unless I sanctioned it.

And so, as we caressed each other in the darkened bedroom I allowed it. “One time,” I said, “just the one time. And you’ve got to tell me all about it after it happens.” She was beside herself with my consent, she was wild in her movements, she orgasmed quickly and hard.

She delivered me to the dock on Monday morning, it must have been the third of April. We kissed, and the specter of her infidelity was on my mind, and I’m sure on hers as well. I fully expected by the time the ship returned she’d know the feel of another man inside her. And I watched her drive off.

The next two weeks was spent in sea-trials. In the radar center we tracked incoming aircraft, new pilots landed on a ship bobbing in the ocean for the first time, with the additional two thousand men of the air wing on board it was crowded. We continued the drills we’d started the previous week, got better at them. My shipmates and I settled in to our routine, trained the new guys. And I stewed.

There was no way for me to reach Stephanie, I couldn’t have waved her off if I’d wanted to. Every night as the sun slipped below the horizon I’d wonder if that would be the night she’d head to the bar, allow a guy to put his arm around her, kiss her, and then take her home. The time dragged slowly.

On Friday we passed under the Gate Bridge, but the omens were poor; there was an offshore wind, I could tell the waves were high by the way the ship rattled. When we approached the dock in Alameda the tugs crawled to our hull, but they had a backbreaking chore of pushing us to the pier against the wind. Time and again we sat almost next to the dock, but the gusts were too much; the Captain announced we would anchor in the Bay, try again tomorrow.

I was disgruntled. Just over there was my wife, I could see the hills of Oakland lit by thousands of lights. I didn’t know if she’d had a sexual experience, had no way of finding out. Had we been closer to land, I wonder if I’d have done something crazy like jumping overboard and swimming to shore. I know I didn’t sleep much, and when 0700 hours came the Captain announced the winds had abated, we were going to head in. It took an hour and ten minutes until we were tied up and the gangplank was erected, and then I was on the pier. Stephanie was waiting, our arrival time had filtered down the grapevine.

I remained frustrated, one of my shipmates had asked if we’d drive him home, Anadolu Yakası Escort of course I agreed. In the interim I couldn’t ask her what, if anything, had happened in my absence, but I gazed at her legs as she drove, and I noticed sly glances in my direction, as if she carried a secret. We dropped my buddy off, within a block my hand was on her knee and the question was out of my mouth. “Did you?”

“Let’s wait till we get home,” she stalled. And then, in just a few minutes though it seemed like hours we were in our driveway, climbing the flight of stairs, entering the front door. I popped into the bedroom to change into civilian clothes, she brewed a pot of coffee. And then, at the kitchen table, she satisfied my curiosity.

“It was last Saturday evening. About ten o’clock I went to the bar, Steve was there with a friend of his. He bought me a beer, put some music on the jukebox, asked if I wanted to dance. Then he put some slow songs on and I let him hold me. Oh, honey, it felt just so good with his arms around me. I don’t know if he knew what I was thinking, but I knew what I wanted. And then, it was after midnight, I said I was going to walk home, and he offered to take me and his friend came with us.

“I asked them if they wanted to come up for another beer, and they said okay, and then, well, I just took his hand and led him into the bedroom. He kissed me, and then he took my clothes off and he took his clothes off and we got into bed.”

“Then what?”

“What do you think?” she scoffed.

“Tell me what happened.”

She hesitated. She’d promised to tell me everything, but now she seemed nervous about it. But knowing she’d given her word, after taking sip of her coffee, she explained. “He felt me down there, put a finger in. I was on my back, and then he climbed on top of me and put it in.”

“Did it feel good?”

“It was all right, I guess. He kept pushing it in and out, and then he came.”

“Did you come?”

“No, I wasn’t even close.”

“The other guy, what was he doing?”

“He was in the living room watching TV. Then I saw him open the door and stick his head in. He watched a couple of minutes but he didn’t see much, we were under the covers.”

“You didn’t do both of them, did you?”

“Of course not!”

I paused, a little dazed with her revelations. “Was it what you wanted?”

She grinned. “Yes. When Steve left, he told me I was great in bed.”

“Did he say he wanted to do it again?”

“Yes.”

“What did you say?”

“I just sort of brushed him off.”

For the moment I was satisfied. And, I’ll admit, I was aroused by the thought of my wife screwing Steve. I stood, held my hand to her. She understood what I wanted, she was the one who led me to bedroom. Stephanie was spirited, after she undressed me and revealed her underwear she kneeled above me on the bed and took my prick into her mouth. This was a rarity, not something she often did except for special occasions; well, I guess that was a very special occasion! I was almost ready to pop, I’m sure she understood that, that’s when I pushed her away. I pulled her shoulders to the bed, like Steve before me I spread her legs, covered her with my body and pushed myself inside her. I was where the other man had been, she was mine once more! As I thrusted, Stephanie held me and cheered me on, I came quickly, forcefully.

And then, suddenly, it was over. I felt drained. My wife had sex with someone else, she would never be just mine ever again. Oh, she snuggled to me and I cuddled her, my hand on her breast – the one Steve had held! – and tried to calm, not only my breath, but my emotions as well. Stephanie slipped off into sleep, my mind was racing. I wasn’t upset, I realized I’d been complicit in the violation, I had no kick. But I knew if I could take it all back, I would. After awhile, I slipped out of bed and tried to read a book, my concentration slipping from the thoughts on the page to the specter of my wife in a dark room, letting a stranger screw her.

In a bit Stephanie woke. I have no idea what we did that afternoon, but knowing us we got out of the house. It’s likely we got our swimsuits on and drove over to the beach in Alameda. Perhaps we took our bicycles up to Tilden park, maybe we drove into San Francisco and walked the hills. I only know I tried to come to grips with the new paradigm. I know my belief was it was over, Stephanie was done with her experiment.

I dimly recall that late in the evening, when we were tired and had a bottle of cheap wine in us, Stephanie and I made love again on the living room rug. My consternation ebbed, now the thought of Steve’s mouth on hers, his hand embracing her ass excited me. As part of the foreplay, we explored more details of the expedition. Yes, Stephanie admitted, she liked the way he held her. No, his cock wasn’t any bigger than mine. They only screwed the one time, when he got up to leave she wanted him to stay and do it again, but he said he had to get his friend home. No, she hadn’t given him a blow job, she wouldn’t have minded but he was in too much of a hurry. When we made love I had her describe in detail what it felt like to have him inside her and she had a bit of an orgasm. When I came again, though, the morose covered me like the dusk turning into blackness.

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The Submission:

She enters the hotel, and finally realizes that this is it, no turning back. Taking a deep breath she opens the door and enters. The lobby is relatively quiet, only a few people mingling around the front desk and another on one of the pay phones to the right. The layout of the lobby suggests a very nice hotel, and she smiles, and feels just a tad bit more at ease. Approaching the front desk, the clerk greets her with a warm smile. She asks for the room key, and waits as the clerk gets it, and hands it to her, along with an envelope, adorned with only her name. She thanks the lady and moves towards the elevator. She has no bag with her, no luggage, only her purse that she has on her side. Stepping aside from the elevator, she opens the envelope, her fingers shaking just a bit as she does. Inside is a hand-penned note, as she thought it would be.

My darling, Today you come to me and offer me a great gift, one that I shall always cherish. If you turn now I shall understand, if you proceed, I promise to always treat you with kindness, love, compassion, and fairness. Know that I love you, and will respect your decision.

Master

After reading the note, she hit the button on the elevator. A flurry of emotions hid just beneath the surface, as she stepped into the elevator and chose the floor. She wasn’t nervous, she was very expectant, but in her heart she knew this was the right thing to do. This was her destiny. The doors of the elevator opened and she stepped into the hallway, crossed the few steps to the room, and ordered her hand to stop trembling as she opened the door. She took but a moment to glance around the room, and quickly entered the bathroom and started the shower. As the water warmed she glanced in the mirror, and saw the light in her eyes, the anticipation, she knew this is where she was supposed to be.

She quickly washed the exhaustion of the long journey off her body and lingered just a few minutes, letting the water wash away any last reservations she had. Stepping out she dried her hair, brushed it, dried her body, and leaving the towels in the bathroom, gathered her clothes and placed them neatly in a chair in the room. Then turning her back to the door, she sat in the main room, quickly knotted her wet hair on top of her head, and sat on the floor with her legs separated, and her hands resting lightly on her thighs, palms turned up, lowered her head and waited.

She had sat there for about 15 minutes before she heard the key in the door, and it swings open. Quickly she squelched the urge to turn, and remained as she was. She heard him enter but not a sound other then that. Straining to hear, nothing else was in her mind. She heard him cross the room and knew he was standing directly behind her, and heard him rustling something there. Still she remained eyes down, back straight, barely breathing.

She could feel him approach her, then the touch of his breath on her neck, as he said quietly, “You honor me with your presence. At this moment, I can think of no time I have been more proud. You are sure that you want to continue, this is your last opportunity to change your mind without serious repercussions.”

She drew in a full breath and answered, “Yes Master, I have been sure of nothing like I am of this.” Lightly he kissed her neck, then got up and went back to whatever it was that he had set down. She saw his hands briefly as he set the blindfold into place. He stepped in front of her and ordered her to stand, she rocked up onto her knees and raised before him, and placed her hands clasped behind her head, with her elbows out to the sides. He smiles, and lightly ran his fingers along her jaw.

“You are so very beautiful, my little one, and I am so very lucky. Now turn for me.” and she instantly turned and waited. He took her right hand, and moved it to the small of her back and quickly cuffed it there, then reached for her other hand, and cuffed that one too. He stood before her and ran his hands down the sides of her body, his palms gently touching the sides of her breasts. He reached up and guided her chin, until their lips gently touched and slowly he began to devour her with his kiss.

Drinking in all she was offering to Him, her very essence. As he pulled back from the kiss, he asked her again, “Are you ready to allow me to take you as I wish, without regard to yourself, do you allow me to drink of your body until I have had my complete fill of you?” She could only nod in answer. Anticipation mixed with a bit of fear of the unknown, and her body was alive with sensations, she could detect even the light breeze in the room. And His presence, so close to her, but unseen, kept sensations running through her. He told her to open her mouth, and placed a small but solid ball in it, that tied around the back of her head, now she was only limited to the nods and shakes of her head as her ability to communicate.

Suddenly it came to her, this was real, and she had given herself to him, to do as he pleased Maltepe Escort and he had accepted. The anticipation of learning what he would do with her completely under his control swept through her warming her. She caught the scent of her own arousal as it escaped her naked, prone body. Standing there she could hear the unmistakable rustle of clothing being cast away as he undressed. Her ears began to take up the information that had been denied her eyes. Her mind tried to picture what she looked like, standing before him, what he was thinking as he looked upon her.

He placed both hands on her hips and guided her forward, which placed her just beside the bed. She felt something lightly touch the inside of her thighs as he told her to spread her legs. Quickly she did as told and again caught the scent of her arousal, knowing that the anticipation had caused her to dampen. He ran his finger lightly across her womanhood and felt the wetness that had collected there. Then he took his damp finger and outlined her right nipple with it. Suddenly her right side was covered in goosebumps as the sensation of the light touch filled her. Then she felt his lips upon the nipple, drawing it into his mouth, so warm and so wet.

His hand reached for her other breast and began to deeply fondle it. Bearing his fingers deep within her flesh. Her breath began to deepen, and as the assault on her breast began to become more and more demanding, she could hear herself moan, and feel her body pushing into the touch. As if in a response to her moans, his teeth bared down upon her flesh and new, intense sensations griped her body. Like electricity traveling through her, her body was gripped in an assault of racking shudders.

When it passed through her, she was weak, and felt the increasing warmness and dampness in her womanhood. He dropped his other hand to that spot and began to lightly pull at her clit, and began rubbing her there. She felt as though her body was a fine instrument being played by a maestro, every touch, every sensation, bringing her body to new heights led my his mind, playing her, commanding her responses. Never in her life had she felt such a release of control, nothing she could do but let the sensations wash over her, and the only way to please the one pleasing her was to allow it to happen.

With that release understood her body began to shudder uncontrollably, seeking its own pleasure from his touch. Her mind had no focus except the electrical responses coursing through her body. Building into what seemed to have no end. Her mind was lost in the time and space of the events, left open to only the assault on her body, seeking more and more until there was no more to seek, no further to go, and slowly the realism began to return to her. Like waking up, slowly she became aware of him holding her tightly to him, unaware of when he had moved to hold her.

Gently rocking her, he was softly humming the melody of the song He had sung to her on the phone, “Love me, just love me”, and she felt the tears that had left marks on her, occasionally slipping past the mask she wore, and she felt these being brushed away by his touch, and then his lips on her temple, and like nothing before in her life, she felt cherished. At that moment she so wanted to tell him her love for him would never die, she knew this with everything that she was, deeply and forever, her past and all the pain of it was far behind her now. This would be her life now, living and doing whatever he wanted that would keep this feeling inside of her. “My little one, Master loves you and shall take care of you forever, for you are mine.” His words were soothing, and yet again she felt the tears well up again from deep within her, and she nuzzled against his chest hearing his heart beating there, gaining strength from it.

He sat there softly running his hand down her long tresses, feeling her warmth. A bit taken back at how easy it seemed to bring out a buried passion in this little one, but then he had long realized that she was more then most of the would be and wanna be’s that were often found online. But until this moment when he had first tasted her ability to abandon, he hadn’t realized how deep she was.

After a couple of moments of stroking her, he felt the need growing in him, to make her his, to bring out the passion that dwelled within her, wanting to drink and gain strength from her abandon, and wondering how far she would yield. He pulled her deeper into his arms and twisted her around, and laid her gently on the bed. Leaned up and gently kissed a few escaped tears and asked if she trusted Him. Immediately she nodded, and his hands moved to remove the bindings that had captured her wrists. He left the cuffs on, but moved her arms before her. Again she felt the nervous anticipation return, and felt it shudder through her body. He kissed her brow and she felt him get up from the bed, and waited to see what would happen next. She could hear him just a bit, doing something to the Ümraniye Escort corners of the bed, and then heard him move to the footing of it. He reached up over the bed and pulled her down towards him, until she had slid down towards the footing of the bed, with her rounded rear hanging over it.

As she was pulled down her arms lifted as she realized that the cuffs were now being held to the banisters at the top of the bed, drawing them tight and off of the soft mattress. She felt the tightness increase as she was drawn down towards the footing of the bed, and heard the moan that escaped her, her body alive with anticipation, and still floating with the aftershocks of the orgasm still within her. Quickly he moved and caught her legs one at a time, and bound them just above the knee to each of the banisters at the foot of the bed. Stepped back and looked at his little one, open to his gaze. He watched as she adjusted to this condition, and saw the acceptance come over her after a shudder was sent through her body. He reached up from the foot of the bed, and over her, and captured her large breasts in his hands. Smiling as the quick intake of breath it produced.

“Now little one, I want more then just to touch your body that is now so open to me, I want you to open up to me completely, relax and let the sensations wash over you. I want you to open yourself up to me and allow me to touch your soul.”

His words met with a shudder from her and he watched as she noticeably relaxed, willing herself to surrender, as he watched her, so open and so trusting, he began to feel the stirrings in his loins. He rose from the bed, his eyes never leaving her prone body, and placed a chair at the foot of the bed. He again leaned over her and grasped her breasts, kneading them deeply, as the shudder traveled down her body his touch followed it, spreading warmth down the sides of her torso, and coming together over her belly, and outlining her exposed womanhood, and then down the length of her captured legs. Her calves tensed at the touch and feet flexed as the sensations reached them. He drew his hands back down her legs, following the underside and ran them fully over her exposed rear.

She held her breath, anticipation at his movements gripping her. He smiled at the scent of her reaching his nostrils and without any warning placed his warm lips over her unprotected bud and drew it greedily into his mouth. Her head rolled back as the deep moan escaped pass the ball in her mouth, and she pulled against the restraints. Her reaction only caused him to suck her deeper into his mouth, drawing is tongue along her sweet bud, caressing her lavishly. Her arms and legs off the bed, and her rear hanging over, left her no recourse to even attempt to reduce the assault, and only the sounds of her moans and breathing would give witness to the fact that she was surrendering into the sensations that assaulted her. He dropped but a second, to lavish his tongue over her tight secret opening and then plunged his tongue deep within her, tasting her fully for the first time. He lapped at the sweetness of her, and felt her move against his tongue. He could feel the need rising in her as even his was in him.

He drew his hands down her legs slowly moving them towards her essence and felt the muscles in her legs respond to the touch. As his hands moved to her opening, he drew his tongue from her and returned to suck her bud deeply, as his thumbs entered her and pushed against the sides of her opening. For an instant she realized how open and vulnerable she was to him and with a shudder accepted it, allowing the sensations to wash over her and felt the need begin to build again. He withdrew his thumbs and never leaving the administrations of her clit, plunged two fingers deep within her.

Again he felt the shudders and heard the moan between her breaths, and began to deeply stroke her as he continued to suckle. Shudders, sensations, and intensity racked her body, feeling the need to release building within her. Her moans were growing deeper, and her breath was raging against the ball in her mouth, and she slid into the sensations racking her body, and felt the release building to the point of rupture. He noticed the calming as she surrendered into the pleasure and knew she was getting close to release.

He suckled harder, allowing his teeth to graze her swollen clit, causing even deeper moans to escape her. He rhythmically used His fingers to draw the orgasm from her, her body responding to each stroke to the point that he felt the shudder begin to cause her vaginal walls to pull against his intrusive fingers. As the pulsations started, followed by the warm flood of sweetness escaping her, his lips never released her clit, even as his tongue darted down to capture the escaping warm fluid. Lapping at her, and tasting the mixture of rawness and sweetness, trickle down his throat. He reduced his actions, allowing her to again drift into the sweet after shock, smiling to himself that he İstanbul Escort had chosen correctly, and wondering how far and how long this night would take them both.

As she started to relax again, he stood and made his way to her, placing kisses up a path to her lips. He reached over and released the ball from her mouth and kissed her so deeply and so completely that it seemed it would never end. She could taste herself on his lips and tongue, and smell the scent of passion deep from within her. As he pulled away from the kiss, weakly she whispered… “I never knew, it could be like that.”

Suddenly wanting to see her eyes, he reached up and removed the blindfold, and looked into them. Never in her life, could she remember such eyes, as the ones looking back at her now, soft, caring, compassionate, loving. Looking at them searching her, she flushed and realized that twice he had brought her to a climax, and still must be needful himself. Before she could even look down, he leaned forward and placed a kiss on her damp eyes, and rose from the bed, walking away, and asked if she needed something to drink, before they continued.

She watched him move across to the sink in the suite, and grab the handle of the refrigerator, and weakly answered, “Oh yes please, Master, thank you so much.” and heard the words that had come to her, so easily, and smiled deeply as she realized they were true, and that she was his, if he would have her. He returned with the glass of cold water and set it on the nightstand, then moved to the end of the bed and released the bindings on her legs. She moaned as her feet made their way to the floor, the ache deep within them. He move beside her and placing his hands on her still swollen breasts, leaned down and kissed her parched lips, drawing her into the kiss deeply.

He moved his hands to her sides and gently moved her body up the bed, releasing the tension on her arms, then quickly released the bindings there and helped her sit up on the bed, and reached for the water. Her hand was shaking slightly as she accepted the water and brought the glass to her lips. She drank deeply as he arranged the hair around her temples. She handed the glass back to him, and he took a long drink before placing the empty glass back on the nightstand. He kissed her temple and drew her into his arms.

Her head against his chest and she could hear his heart beating, strong, pleasant, she relaxed as he slowly and rhythmically rubbed the stiffness out of her arms. Her breathing approached normal before he asked if she was ready to continue.

“Yes” was her only answer and he knew that she was apprehensive yet trusting and willing to continue. He drew her body so that she straddled his lap, his right hand began to caress her buttocks, kneading the flesh of it, feeling her relax. He raised his hand and brought it stinging down upon her fleshy rear and heard her gasp at the shock and surprise of it. Her body tightened for a moment as the sharp sensation stung. Again His hand caressed her, lessening the sensation, she heard his words and biting her lower lip listened to them very carefully, taking them in.

“Relax, I will not hurt you, just relax and feel.” she nodded in understanding, and he smiled at her acceptance. He raised his hand and allowed it to again rain down upon her exposed rear, she stiffened for only a moment after.

“Good girl, that’s the way,” and stroked her flesh in wide circles feeling the heat beginning to build. Placing his left hand around her arm to steady her, he proceeded, his hand would raise and smack against her flesh, then slowly run the feeling, spreading the warmth that was growing. At first she hesitated at each smack, but concentrated on relaxing and soon she felt herself floating in the sensations that began to curse through her body, the heat of her rear, driving down, warming her womanhood, and wondered at the stirring there. As she would almost get lost in the floating feeling, she would be assaulted by another smack on the rear, and again be centered on that sensation.

Quicker and quicker they came, she began to lose the time between, realized that tears were streaming down her cheeks and splashing onto the floor. The sensations racking through her were so new, and she felt an acceptance at them, emotions running through her, becoming one. He paused and ran his hand over and over her brightly reddened bottom, feeling the warmth there, feeling the warmth and dampness of her arousal seeping onto his lap, feeling his own arousal stirring within him and was taken with the sense to take her fully. Slowly he gathered her back into his arms, calming her light sobs, feeling her hot rear burning against his manhood and placed kisses on her eyes.

She melted against him, held onto him, feeling his strength around her. He wrapped his arms around her and squeezed feeling the raw emotion running through her, he held on to her as he rose from the bed and laid her upon it and climbed over her. Taking her wrists and holding them next to her body, he slipped into her. A sound full of passion, emotion and desire escaped her lips and her eyes and head rolled back at the change in assaulting sensations. Her body fought to move up against his, to draw him deeper within her.

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I awoke in darkness. Disorientated, I fumbled for the bedside light, but found a nose that didn’t belong to me instead. A hand caught my wandering hand; slim fingers intertwined with mine and guided me lower, lips parted, and my pair of my fingers began to be gently licked and nursed by someone. I relaxed as she as she pressed herself against my flank with a breathy groan, and two stiff nipples dug into my side.

Somewhere between waking, and the diamond hard nipples in my side, I decided to let go and just let things happen. I smiled and turned towards her, my hand cupping the back of her head as I gently but firmly withdrew my fingers and brought her to my lips. The kiss was…different. While the language of love was universal, perhaps this was a dialect?

Sightless, I explored with my lips and fingers, gently stroking her back and spine as I kissed around her lips, ran a light tongue to her chin and kissed that, ran a line of soft pecks along her jaw line, played with her earlobe with her tongue, tracing the curve of her cheek with my tongue, kissing the tip of her nose, the bridge of her nose, and forehead playfully. My fingers lightly circled the base of her spine as she grabbed my head and kissed me passionately, our tongues dueling furiously as her hand hesitantly explored me, tracing the edge of my shoulder blade lightly. I chuckled her soft fingers unwittingly tickled me before I headed for her other ear, nibbling on it gently, tracing the whorls with a gentle tongue.

She laughed into my ear as I found a ticklish spot on her ribs, and she pushed me away playfully. I captured her hand and kissed the pads of her fingers as her other hands ran lightly over my chest. I traced Anadolu Yakası Escort the lines on her palm slowly, kissing the web between thumb and first finger before I drew her back to me slowly, kissing and licking down the inside of her arm and over the shoulder joint. She ached back and moaned quietly, I grinned and surfed down her pectoral and around the edge of her breast, licking the underside as my hands splayed out across the small of her back and slid upwards until they cupped her shoulder blades.

She moaned as I traced a figure eight around her breasts, and her hands leapt to my head, snarling in my hair as she tried to pull me closer to her flaming hot nipples, but I resisted, and instead started circling one breast in a decaying orbit, sliding slowly closer and closer towards the center. The last three lazy orbits on her areole nearly caused her to pull my hair out as she tried to force my mouth closer, but she groaned in satisfaction as my tongue circled her nipple, and I gave it soft flick of my tongue before I repeated the performance on the other breast as she groaned with frustration.

When I was done with her other nipple, I raised up and kissed her again, her lips, her cheeks, her forehead, and her lips again before I slid down her neck, feeling her heartbeat throb against my lips and tongue, down between her breasts, down her abdomen, with a stop at her belly button for a teasing exploration of her abdominal muscles, tracing the bulge of her stomach where it flattened into her pelvis, my hands gently stroking her flanks from thigh to breast.

My tongue swatted through her pubic hair, heading downward, she sighed approvingly, her Avrupa Yakası Escort hands stroking my hair, but her sigh turned to a groan as I hung a left turn a few inches from her clitoris, circling warily around her steaming sex, to fetch up on the inside of her thigh. Her hands tried to tug me upwards, and I allowed myself to be led, and lazily licked her from her perineum, across her lip to just barely to her clitoris, instead blowing gently over it before extending my tongue again and running it across her sex, and down the other lip, retreating down the inside her thigh as she groaned and complained softly in Japanese. I chuckled into her thigh, kissing her just above her knee in apology before running my tongue to the inside of her knee, my hands shifting lower, to massage her foot and toes, before slowly heading upwards again, stopping once to give her fiery swollen sex a long, loving lick, before heading down the other leg.

Her tugs became more insistent the lower I went, and after an abbreviated exploration of her other knee and thigh, I allowed myself to be pulled upwards into an almost violent kiss, as she tried to suck the breath from my lungs. My hands tangled in her hair and massaged her scalp gently in small circles as her arms wrapping around me, passionately pressing herself against me, one hand on the back of my neck, the other rubbing my back from butt to neck and everything in-between as her groin ground insistently against my aching erection.

I tried to move again, but her hand tightened on my neck, her fingernails digging in lightly as she growled warningly at me between kisses, and gentle nips at the side of my neck below my jaw. Laughter İstanbul Escort rumbled in my chest as she assertively rolled me over onto my back, still embraced tightly. She relented a little, and I felt her warm breath flow over my chin as she lifted up, aligning herself precisely before slowly impaling herself.

Her lustful moan mingled with mine, and brought a swell of warm humid air across my face as her hands tightened possessively. My hand slid upward to gently cup the side of her face, my thumb rubbing her cheek softly. She murmured quietly and pressed her face against my palm warmly as her hand, rising up slowly. As she reached her apex, I whispered to her in the handful of Japanese I knew as she kissed my palm, “Boku wa…” I paused, unable to think of the right way to say it, before blurting, “I love you. Watashi wa ai.”

She moaned into my palm and kissed her way down my arm, until her face was buried in the crook of my neck, licking and sucking quietly, her arms around me tightly, her breath washing over my neck. Time stopped having any meaning as we made love slowly, tenderly, speaking to each other affectionately not through English or Japanese, but instead through our lips, tongue, fingers, and our sex; our hips moving slowly in tune with each other, my hands alternating between lovingly stroking her sweaty skin and simply holding her closely as she squeezed me possessively.

When we did orgasm, it wasn’t a short, sharp explosion that threatened to rend the fabric of space and time like I was used to, but instead welled up from deep inside, spiraling upward with an intensity that shook me to my core. My breath whooshed out as she gripped me tighter still, whimpering quietly in my ear as she trembled as our orgasm went on and on, our movements becoming jerky we climbed higher, soaring upwards until I could see a glittering in the darkness, like millions of diamonds on velvet. And for one perfect moment, I touched nirvana before falling into darkness.

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“See ya at the party tonight”, I said to my supervisor on the last day of work. It was early evening, and I and my team had just wrapped up a presentation detailing the findings and recommendations for our project. Everyone in the team was a university student, and we had been recruited for this project via a placement service. It was a good gig – nice pay, a chance to get out into the countryside and an opportunity to network with future employers. We’d worked throughout the length of summer – mostly out of the small research offices in a small rural town, making site visits in and out of the countryside and the state.

None of us in the team knew each other before we came together for the project, but we managed to get along for the most part and do a decent job of it. The last ten days or so were a bit strenuous with typing up reports and last-minute brainstorming sessions. I was looking forward to letting loose tonight with a couple of drinks and some decent country fare at the end-of-project celebration which our project managers were throwing us.

I hit the shower at our appointed temporary quarters, threw on a polo shirt and khakis, rubbed some fragrant essential oil blend into my beard, slid into my sneakers and headed out to the bar. I’m always that guy who turns up early to parties, and alternates between sitting in a corner with a drink and making awkward small talk with people who slowly trickle in. Today was no different. It was made additionally awkward by the weirdness that goes with interacting in a non-professional environment with people you’ve only known in a more-or-less professional setting. I tried to mitigate it by going straight for a large shot of vodka, followed by a local favourite beer – a concoction of the microbrewery nearby (of course…). A whiskey on ice accompanied me for the rest of the evening.

Naturally, I was buzzing within the first hour. Conversations seemingly went on for longer, and flowed smoothly. We were seated at a long table out in the garden, and we watched the sun go down, late as it does in the summertime. I watched the moon come up from behind the bar’s roof, but my gaze fell lower as I got interrupted by Amelia’s arrival through the pub door leading into the garden.

Amelia is an international student like me, hailing from Hong Kong. She’s of Chinese descent, and is taking engineering and management courses at the uni. Over the past months, we built up a rapport over work and shared interests. She’s way smarter and better put-together than I am. I leaned on her for help and had long discussions at various times during the project. She’s calm and focussed, a foil to my sometimes anxious and absent-minded behaviour. I respect her as a colleague, and she was the only one I knew I would maintain contact with in the future. Amelia is about the same height as me – 5’8″, brunette with shoulder-length hair and an athletic body from years of working out and training in martial arts. Tonight, looking at her flared skirt paired with a sleeveless button-down v-neck, showing off her flawless skin, I realised for the first time that she could be a jaw-dropper.

Indeed, some jaws did drop – not just at our table but at the surrounding ones as well. I guess around these parts people don’t usually get to see gorgeous Asian women hanging out in country pubs. Some guys made a beeline for her almost immediately, chatting her up. Even our supervisor seemed slightly taken aback at Amelia’s transformation from her conservative, professional hair-in-a-bun look to the one she was flaunting tonight. Sure, we’d all knocked back a few drinks together a couple of times after long workdays – mostly at this very pub – but we’d all been unwinding rather than partying, still wearing our sweaty office wear.

Now that there was no more work, the social atmosphere was light and carefree like the evening summer breeze, and Amelia seemed to have dressed accordingly. I was buzzed, and I just sat at the table, participating in conversation, stealing glances her way every now and then. If I don’t pay attention, it’s easy for me to tip over the edge into an alcohol-fuelled oblivion, and even though I was craving the booze I didn’t want to embarrass myself tonight. Not in front of Amelia, especially when she was dressed like that.

About three hours into the evening most of our teammates left the table to go play drunken darts or a game of pool inside the pub. Shaking off the last of the guys trying to hit on her, she came over to where I was still seated. Plopping down rather hard, she smiled a slightly buzzed smile at me. I beamed my best intoxicated smile right back.

“Hey!” she said, her face flushed.

“Hey,” I replied. “How’s your evening going?”

“Really fast. I think I’ll just sit down over here for a bit and wait for it to slow down.”

“Sure.”

Amelia and I started talking about day’s presentation, then moved on to talking about the end of summer and the beginning of our Anadolu Yakası Escort next and final semester. We had had classes together in the previous semesters, but realised that we wouldn’t be sharing classes anymore.

“Shame,” I said. “I thought I could lean on you for help in group assignments.”

“Like I’m leaning on you right now?”

She had put her head on my shoulder sometime during the preceding conversation. I figured she was tired and needed a break from being hit on by 3 guys at once.

“Kinda like that.”

Amelia’s hair fell over her face in long, straight locks. She brushed it away and started talking about her short trip back home before classes began. She picked up someone’s drink off the table and gulped it down. They probably wouldn’t remember it anyway, she said. Over the next half hour she downed two more shots of whatever people were drinking before they left the table, and grew more animated. I liked observing the effect the drinks were having on the two of us – it mellowed me down from my usual neurotic state, whereas it took her out of her usual focussed composure. I got up to take a leak and brought over a pint of beer each on my return.

By the end of the hour Amelia was blabbering about her friends back home, and I was peacefully zoned out. Then she got up to use the facilities herself, and stumbled trying to get her heeled feet out from between the table and the bench – giving me a glorious flash of the tops of her stockings before steadying herself on my shoulder. As she walked away, I couldn’t help but stare at her ass and trying to imagine what she had been holding out on from everyone in the past months – under her smart office clothes, that is.

When she got back, Amelia had two pint-bottles in her hand. I flat out refused to have any more. She teased me about it and drank them herself, blabbering away again on some random topic. She was leaning against me for support again, but heavier this time. I had an arm around her shoulder to steady her, as she was gently swaying back and forth. I looked down at the table, almost zoning out again, until I noticed that a couple of buttons on her top were undone, allowing me an almost unobstructed view of her ample cleavage. I realised she wasn’t wearing a bra. That, combined with the image of her dark stockings contrasting with the skin on her thighs got me feeling quite tight in my boxers. The booze wasn’t helping.

I thought back to the times Amelia and I had been by ourselves over the past summer. We’d grab a bite during breaks, talk about shared experiences as international students, discuss the project and college coursework, share music, etc. But I couldn’t remember the last time there were any flirtatious interactions between us. There were no late night convos (we’d usually be too tired from the workday for that), no post-gym selfies, no instances where we were alone and the conversation halted to silences pregnant with sexual tension. I guess I never really saw her beyond anything but a colleague; at best, someone to shoot the shit with. I’d come out of a recent long-distance relationship, and was in no mood to entertain romantic feelings or fantasies.

But now here I was, with this gorgeous woman on my arm who seemed to have had a Hollywood-esque transformation over the course of one evening, the sides of her breasts brushing up against my chest as she swayed softly. The last time I had gotten drunk and aroused with this level of intimacy with someone, I had ended up taking her to a hotel room and screwing her brains out. And that was two years ago.

A dry spell this long kinda got me nervous tonight, as it had done many times earlier. I made an excuse about it being late and about time to be getting back to our rooms, and stood up. She grabbed my arm and pulled herself up as well.

“I’m coming with you”.

Amelia and I excused ourselves from the party, or what was left of it, and started the walk back to our place. The sky was clear, and we walked by the moonlight along a deserted country road. We didn’t talk much on the way. There was a slight chill in the air. I figured, from the way she had quietened down, that the walk was sobering her up. Tomorrow morning, I thought, she’ll wake up with a headache, and I’ll wake up with blue balls.

We got to our accommodation and climbed the stairs up to our floor, me keeping behind Amelia to get discrete glimpses of her toned legs as the hem of her skirt bounced up and down – a last voyeuristic act. Images to be filed away in a dark corner of the mind to be used at a later date. The door to my room was the one immediately next to the stairs, while hers was further down the corridor. She was still a little unsteady, and her heels weren’t helping, so I elected to walk her down to her room. Halfway around the corridor, she stumbled sideways, and cushioned her fall by grabbing my shoulder and shoving my back up against the wall with her weight. Her Bostancı Escort head came to rest on my shoulder. My hand had swung up to and was now cupping the underside of her breast. The side of her hip pressed into my erection I had been trying to hide. She giggled.

“I just had to make sure”, she said.

I realised she wanted me to jump, so I jumped. I turned her around by the shoulder to face me, looked into her eyes and kissed her. Her lips didn’t move at first, so I pulled back. But then she followed me, never breaking the contact between our mouths. I exhaled, and one of my hands found its way to the side of her neck. We kissed, feeling out the other’s lips with our own, until they parted and our tongues found each other. She clasped her hands behind my neck and swung her thigh up my waist. My other hand slid down to her ass, down lower under her skirt and cupped the ass cheek on the leg that was straddling me. It was round and firm, and she moaned in my mouth as I squeezed it. I groaned and slid my hand from her neck down to the other leg, lifting her up. Now she was straddling me with both legs, with my back against the wall, her face higher than mine.

Amelia moaned again as I broke the kiss, and started planting kisses down the side of her face, tracing the line of her jaw up to her earlobe, and down again to the side of her neck. With her straddling me, I could feel the heat from between her legs, and it was positioned right on the tip of my throbbing cock. She realised this and slowly started grinding her crotch against it.

Both my hands were holding her up by the ass, and we were dry-humping in the corridor. She was moaning in my ear, and I was planting sucking kisses on the side of her neck. It was getting awkward as my arms started to tire. I gave her ass a gentle tap, signalling her to stop grinding on me. I pulled my mouth away and said,

“My room.”

She nodded and let herself down. I couldn’t find my keys fast enough. Blood pounded in my ears and I was breathing heavily. I let us in and closed the door. The room was dimly lit by the moonlight pouring in from the open blinds. Amelia looked ethereal. I had trouble believing this was happening. I managed a grin.

“To be honest I didn’t think the evening was gonna end up this way.”

“I kinda did.” she replied. “Look, I’ve been working my ass off for the project the whole summer. We rarely got a chance to get outside this tiny town, and even when we did, there was never enough time to have fun. I’d been looking forward to this night for a couple of weeks now.”

“Yeah, me too.”

“I knew I was gonna be knocking back more than a couple of drinks. And I wanted to do it with you.”

“Really?”

“Yeah! You’re the only guy in the team who’d ask how I was doing, the only one who supported me through presentations, the only one who I connected with coming from a different country, with whom I could talk shit after work. You never gave me a creepy vibe. The others never bothered until I showed up in a short skirt and heels.”

I didn’t know what to say. I took a step, grabbed the back of her hair and kissed her deeply again. Her soft, full lips made me groan. Our tongues writhed together and she arched herself into me. I lifted her up onto the dresser. We were breathing heavily again. But something wasn’t right. I pulled back.

“I need to let you know, I’m not looking for anything serious right now.”

She laughed.

“Neither am I. Now are we gonna fuck or do you need to let some more things off your chest?”

With that Amelia wrapped her legs around me again. I started unbuttoning her top as we made out. The straps slid easily down her shoulders and I moved my mouth down, first to her shoulder, then tracing a line around the top of her breast, down the breastbone between her tender mounds, ending up at my favourite spot on a woman’s torso: the underboob. I paused and looked up at her face and smiled slyly before giving her skin a small lick with the tip of my tongue. She shuddered and moaned hungrily as I started working her sensitive flesh with my mouth. I’d trace a curve from under her tit, up to the side, before moving back down again. One of my hands was kneading the other breast, pinching and pulling the erect nipple between my outstretched fingers. The other one slowly slid in under her skirt and grabbed the waistband of her panties, pulling it.

My mouth was taking its time working up to the centre of her tit, circling around and teasing her until I sucked the sensitive bud in my mouth. I could feel the goosebumps on her areola as I traced my tongue around the nipple. I knew this was driving her crazy. I looked up at her again before engulfing her nipple with my tongue. I lapped away hungrily as she arched her back and dug her hands into the side of my face. I moved my oral ministrations to the other breast, taking my hand from under her skirt and using it on the one my mouth had just left. Erenköy Escort Amelia was gasping and whimpering all the while, serving as the jockey to my racehorse.

I slid my free hand under her skirt again, and started massaging her inner thigh, inching my way up painfully slowly towards her sex. I pulled my tongue from her nipple, trailing a string of saliva before moving up to kiss her neck. My fingers were working their way up to her crotch just as my lips were working their way up to her mouth. I paused and looked into her eyes. Her features were twisted into an expression of surprise and need. I loved how her eyes were begging me to keep going, her whimpers rousing something deep inside me which had laid dormant for a long while. I leaned in slowly and kissed her, just as my fingers started massaging her vulva through her panties. She moaned loudly in my mouth.

As we kissed, I rubbed her pussy lips through the thin fabric now soaked with her juices. My other hand gripped the hair at the back of her head. Fuck, I loved the way her hair felt between my fingers. Silky, thick, lustrous in the moonlight. I could smell her shampoo and it was driving me crazy. Her moans were getting louder now, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she panted in my mouth. I felt around with my thumb for the slight protuberance above her pussy lips, and knew I had found her clit when she pulled her head away with a startled gasp.

I pulled on the back of her head by her hair, lifting her jaw up and baring her smooth neck to me. I licked and sucked at the sensitive area while my thumb flicked across her clit. As her moans rose to a crescendo I planted my mouth down firmly on her neck. She gripped the wrist that was under her skirt and my shoulder, clamping on tightly. I bit her skin as she squealed and climaxed in my hand, shuddering through the waves as I kept rubbing and flicking her clit.

I relaxed the hand that was gripping her hair, and gently let her slide back on the wall. Her eyes were slightly glazed over, and I let her breathing slow down before looking into her eyes and licking the fingers which were moist with her cum. I made a show of it as I walked backwards towards the bed. She got off the dressing table and walked towards me.

I lay down with my back on the bed. Amelia got on top and straddled me. She pulled my polo shirt off my torso and started planting delicate kisses on my chest. Her lips followed the straight line of hair down to my belt buckle, which she snapped open. My jeans were dispatched with within the next ten seconds, leaving me in my boxers. She moved up to kiss me, and I saw the hunger in her eyes. I groaned as she started rubbing my cock through my boxers. Her fingers enveloped the throbbing member and slowly, almost painfully, traced the bulge in my underwear from the base to the head. She moved her face back down to my crotch and looked up at me with her smoky eyes before engulfing the head of my cock through my boxers. My hips bucked involuntarily, and she giggled.

Amelia started flicking her tongue on the tip, and even though I couldn’t feel the wetness, I could feel the warmth of her breath as she sighed and moaned. Amelia’s other hand was on my chest, playing with the hair around my nipple. Her hot breath was dampening the fabric of my boxers, and with her every breath I felt a new sensation on my cock. She then brought her jaws closer and traced the length of the member, gently scraping with her teeth. When her teeth touched the underside of my sensitive head I almost came then and there. She was playing with me, but I wasn’t ready to tap out yet.

After a few more minutes of tortuous, toothy stimulations, she kissed the skin above the waistband of my shorts, and pulled the elastic down with her teeth – all the while looking into my eyes. My naked shaft came into view, with a string of precum oozing from the head. She lapped up the clear liquid smeared on my groin while holding my dick up with her hand. Then she kissed it from the base to the tip, rubbing it against her chin as her lips moved down again.

Without any warning, Amelia took the whole of the shaft inside her mouth. A sensation of liquid warmth enveloped my penis, and the ring formed by her lips around the girth created the perfect seal. Amelia started bobbing her head up and down, my still-lengthening member now glistening with her saliva. She’d go down almost all the way to the base, then up the curving length to my head which she’d flick with her tongue, and back down again. I tried keeping at straight face, but every now and then she’d move her head or use her tongue in such a way as to make me gasp and shudder. The fact that I hadn’t had someone blow me in two years wasn’t helping.

One of my hand was intertwined with hers on my chest, and the other was trying to push away her gorgeous locks from her face. She looked divine, her expressions showing that she was enjoying this as much as I was. Her top was still hanging off her arms. Her breasts bounced in concert with her head, and the sight of her red, engorged nipples was driving me crazy. I wanted to feel them again. I pulled gently on the back of her head. My cock popped out of her mouth. She looked at me inquisitively.

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It’s been a week since this incident happened. I decided to sit down and write about it. So here’s my story.

Katherine was the new girl at work, A very reserved young woman with a high standard of morals from her strict family upbringing. She was also a newlywed of 3 months married to some guy named Henry. At work she kept mostly to herself but was very particular about her name. She preferred being called Katherine didn’t mind Kate or Katie but hated being called Kitty she said it sounded obscene.

Keeping to herself like she did everyone at work thought Katie was a prissy spoiled young little bitch…a daddy’s little girl. I thought Katie exuded an aura of chastity that was a turn on for me. When the topic of conversation would turn to raunchy sex at work, Katherine would just stand there being silent. Her reddened face like that of the blushing bride that she was. I worked beside Katie and being a couple years older than her, she would confide in me. By her old- fashioned upbringing… SEX was solely for reproducing not pleasure. She frowned upon birth control. She believed the subject of sex should only be discussed with your husband. Also, as long as she was wearing this… pointing to her wedding ring being promiscuous or flirtatious was unthinkable. Never did I see Katherine flirting or say something with meaning to be sexual not even a dirty joke.

Being new to the area I helped Henry and Kate move into their house even though our relationship was strictly from working together. There, stood Katie decked out in pair of frayed jean shorts and a halter. Her long tan legs leading up to cute little ass cheeks just barely concealed by the frayed threads. Katie’s small size breasts just trying to poke out over the top of her low cut halter. I overheard her husband calling her Kitty a few times and her playfully grabbing his crotch several times. Seeing and hearing this was quite a change from the “Katherine” I knew from work. I must say Henry was some lucky guy, his 21-year old wife was a real cock teaser outside of work. My dick and I was glad to help them move in that day. All afternoon I got to watch Kate’s tight little ass wiggling at me while she lifted boxes, her small titties being exposed as she would lean forward. Needless to say I jacked-off in the shower that night fantasizing about Katie. But, even after becoming neighbors we still remained just work friends.

Then about a month ago Katie came into work and said she needed time off that her husband had been in an accident and needed her care. Upon hearing this I told Kate, “If there is anything you need I’m only down the street!” She replied, “I’ll keep you in mind Todd.”

I emphasized again, “ANYTHING” as she rushed out the door like an angel of mercy.

About 5 weeks had passed since Katie left work and it was a Saturday afternoon my phone rings its Katie. She is frantic, in a desperate voice stating she needs my help please get over here as soon as you can. I drop the phone while telling her I’d be right over. I sprint up to her house. Katherine meets me at the door still in her blue pajamas. My eyes were glued towards her sexy pajama clad body while asking, “what’s wrong?” She is about to explain what the problem is when “ring-a-ling-ring-a-ling” this bell rings from upstairs.

She tells me it’s her husband signaling for something and she’ll be right back. I watch her run up Bostancı Escort the stairs her sweet little pantiless ass cheeks waving to me through her thin pajamas. My cock starts to swell. Upon her return down the steps I coyly watched as her braless perky titties jiggled with each step she took only making my dick get harder.

She returns and explained her husband was still bedridden. Katie starts into detail about his eyes being bandaged and temporary loss of feeling in his lower extremities. Trying to look concern my eyes are darting between her face and the tiny nipples poking through her pajama top all the while trying to hide the increasing bulge in my pants.

I catch Katherine glancing at my growing problem as she blurts out “could I get into her p-trap?” Daydreaming about her, I misinterpret what she said, looking down at her pussy through her slinky pajamas. I stutter out, “w-well s-s-sure.”

She grimaced and said “Todd I mean my sink p-trap” and explained that she lost her wedding ring while washing her hands in the guest bathroom. Katie proceeds to tell me how much the ring means while sneaking looks between her hands and my erection. I reassure her it’s no problem and ask about tools. Katie replied back, “Henry doesn’t have any wrenches even the one tool he does have isn’t working anymore” as she spied another quick glance at the hard-on I was trying to conceal and said, “From looks of it I’m not the only one with a plumbing problem.” Hearing Kate say anything that was sex related was never heard of…After making the comment she blushed and looked away.

I told Kate I’d go home and get my tools in which she instructed me to leave myself in and the guest bathroom was down the end of the hall. Meanwhile, she had to go back upstairs to administer Henry’s therapy. Just then the bell rang again Katie gave one more lustful eye pass at my embarrassing bulge and said, “thanks for your help Todd but I gotta go” and darted up the stairs. As I went to leave I stuck my head through the sliding door just to catch Katherine’s ass cheeks bounce one more time going up the steps.

Upon my return I made my way up the steps and down the hall to the guest bathroom. Passing the master bedroom I could hear faint moans coming from inside. The door was shut and with the ooohhhhing and aaahhhhing that I was hearing… I figured I wouldn’t announce my being back But, curiosity got the best of me so I decided to take a look through the keyhole.

As I crouched down to look and figuring the morals of Katherine, she was probably just giving Henry a full body massage. Getting closer to the keyhole I was excited to see Katie spread over Henry’s mouth her pussy being licked and eaten and she was doing all the moaning! Kate’s voice moaning in ecstasy, referring to herself as Kitty, “Lick your little Kitty, Henry” “that’s right make Kitty cuuuummmmm!” Talk about therapy.

I pushed my eye closer my dick getting harder. Kitty I mean Katie is desperately stroking, kissing, sucking, biting, and nibbling Henry’s paralyzed dick. I watched as Katie pleaded, “please Henry get hard Kitty needs a good fucking!” No matter what she did the only cock that was responding was mine. I was aroused to hear Katherine the young girl with the high family upbringing begging for a good fucking. I ogled until she gave up on Henry’s unsatisfying limp dick. Poor fellow, I thought as my raging Ümraniye Escort hard-on and I proceeded to the bathroom to retrieve Katie’s ring.

I made my way to the guest bathroom and proceeded to make some noise so Kate realized I had returned. My erection had subsided just before Katie entered the room thanking me again for going to the trouble to try and find her ring. She looked sexually discontented and was just about ready to leave when I asked if she wanted to help? She said she knew nothing about plumbing I said you could hand me the wrenches. As I lay in the vanity Katie bent forward handing me pipe wrenches. What a sight! Every time she bent over her top would droop giving me a glimpse of her tanned bare titties, her nipples still hard like little pencil erasers wanting to be nibbled on. I was glad I brought more than one wrench I asked for every size just to view her luscious tits. The only problem was my cock was creating a bulge in my pants and I didn’t know how Katherine was going to react.

Katie had then crouched down saying she wanted to get a closer view. I didn’t know if she meant observing my swelling cock or me removing the trap. While she squatted my eyes redirected their view towards her cunt. The inner thighs of Katie’s pajama bottoms were soaked with pussy juices from the tongue-lashing she had just got. As I’m loosening the trap Kate is talking to me about how it has been 5 weeks since Henry and her made love. Trying to console her I replied don’t worry Henry will be up in around in no time. Upon glancing out I see Katie rubbing her pussy lips through her pajamas with one of my pipe wrenches while lustfully looking at my bulging dick. She catches me looking her way and sighs, “Let me see your cock. Please let me see your cock Todd.” Not wanting to disappoint her I unleash my dick to where she whimpers, “It’s so hard. Stroke it for me Todd. That’s right stroke it and make Kitty hot.” I obliged her as she kept rubbing herself with the wrench, her little breasts now exposing themselves to me.

Katie’s breathing got quicker her breasts going in and out as she watched me stroke my 8-inch member. Not wanting to surrender to her strict morals she didn’t want to touch my attentive dick. She’s still rubbing her clit with the pipe wrench panting more heavily and staring at my cock. I start to coax her, “does Katie want to be called Kitty?” her eyes craving my cock she’s smiles nodding her head yes. I then ask her to show me Kitty’s pussy… she pauses… but willingly pulls her bottoms down exposing her nicely trimmed beaver. Her engorged cunt lips are glistening with pussy juice just wanting to be fucked. Still stroking myself I ask Kitty if she wants to take over jacking me off. Reluctant at first I guide her hand over to the head of my rock-hard dick she quickly responds by stroking my cock up and down. While stroking my meat she wallows how hot and hard my cock is. It was so exciting to see Katherine so helpless and longing for my cock. So I took a chance and asked, “Would Kitty like to beg for my hard hot cock fucking her wet pussy then a cold pipe wrench?”

Katherine abruptly stops stroking me her eyes stare disbelief into mine. Hesitating… then murmurs, “Kitty wants to be fucked and fucked right now.” “Please Kitty wants to fuck you. ” She anxiously grabs me by my swollen dick and leads me to the daybed in the guestroom. Her precious Kartal Escort wedding ring the last of her thoughts. She strips my pants and her pajama bottoms off and pushes me back on the bed. She has taken total control while softly whispering to me, ” Kitty needs fucked bad. Kitty’s cunt needs a hard cock.” Just hearing her talk this way almost made me blow my load. Kitty climbed on top, her wet pussy lips engulfed my cock head immediately. Her hot juicy cunt slid the whole way down my dipstick on the first plunge. Not wanting to come to soon I pulled out and started teasing her love hole by just sticking the head of my dick in her wet gash while fondling her little titties. She started begging, “More, More, Fuck me hard and deep” her moans getting louder, “OOOhhhhh FUCK ME, FUCK MY LITTLE CUNT!” Fearing her husband might hear I stuck part of her pajama shirt in her mouth to quiet her pleasure.

Kitty started riding my dick like a young girl on a pogo stick. Bouncing up and down excitedly, her head flailing back as her warm pussy juices cascaded down the length of my cock onto my balls. I could feel my dick getting ready to fill this 21year old newlywed with a gallon of cum. Kitty’s gagged mouth muffling through her shirt, “HARDER” “DEEPER” “ooOOHHHHHH” “it feels ssooooo good!”

Kitty was bucking away on my cock while caressing my balls her shirt stuffed cries of joy have turned to whimpers. Hopefully her husband couldn’t hear us down the hall. My balls are beginning to tense. From Katie’s short quick breaths I can tell she getting close. She’s pumping away with her drenched pussy, her ass cheeks smacking my pelvis. I manage to get a finger in her puckered tight asshole sending her over the edge. She plunges down deep and hard on my cock. I start thrusting up to meet her plunges. I can fill my jizz rising to the top of my penis. Katie’s wildly bouncing close to an orgasm. Biting down on her pajama top seconds away from climaxing. My pulsating dick readies to shoot hot jism into her cock loving pussy. Then, That’s when it happened….

That goddamn annoying bell started “ring-a-ling-a-ding” “RINGGG-A- LING-A-DINGG” ringing nonstop! Hearing this my cock starts to soften… Kitty ignoring the bell ringing continued intensely riding on my cock, her still gagged mouth ordering me to make her cum. Obeying her I ram my cock as deep as it would go. Kitty arches her back, turning her head toward the door and spits out her shirttail and yelled….

“OooOOOHHHH I’M CCUUUMMMMIIINNNGGG DDDDEEAARRRRR!!!!”

“iiiiiiimmmmmm cccuuummmmiiinnggggg HENRIIiiiiiiiii!!!!”

Seeing her arched back her erect nipples pointing upward her body enveloped with goosebumps while she pushed her pussy down on me while responding back to her husband in turn made me start to cum which Kitty whispered, “not inside me” and spun around to catch my torrent of jizz. I shot my load onto her chin and in her yearning mouth. She looked like a little kittie lapping up my cream purring softly from being satisfied. Kitty finished squeezing the last drops of my cum out and gobbled it up. That’s when I notice her wedding ring was still on her hand. She kissed the head of my deflating dick and squeezed my balls emphatically saying, “Thanks Todd.” then caught my eyes gazing at her ring… She winked and gave me this sultry look saying seductively, ” Its just our little secret and Todd, after today you can call me Kitty!” She then left to check on her husband Henry.

I gathered up my tools and before leaving Kitty asked if it was okay to call if there was another emergency…Hold on my phone is ringing?…

The End???

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* * * * *

Tom didn’t particularly want to go to the wine tasting.

He didn’t particularly like wine.

Nor, in all honesty, did he particularly like the host of the event. Unfortunately, said host was also his girlfriend’s boss, which explained why he had little choice in the matter.

The invitation had been issued a few weeks before–Jenny’s boss, John, was hosting a charity wine tasting at his Lake Forest estate, and the pleasure of their company was requested. A few words from Tom to Jenny on just how pleasant John’s company was had brought him an icy rebuke and a few nights of no loving. Though that last bit wasn’t so odd these days; while their romance had begun with a great deal of fiery passion, too often lately it seemed they were just going through the motions while they drifted apart, neither knowing how to stop–nor caring enough to stop–the slow but steady ebb of their feelings for each other. Of late, most of the passion in their relationship was spent on arguing with each other, sometimes over the most trivial of matters, rather than on sex. While their screams had once been those of ecstasy, as Tom pierced Jenny body and soul, these days they were generally of a different nature.

Jenny was a vice president of marketing for a large hotel chain, of which John was president. As Jenny had complained to Tom on occasion, if you were a woman at a large corporation, you had to be twice as good to get half as far as a man, and she was determined to get to the top. John, however, had been impressed with her intelligence and perseverance and she had been on a fast track. If Tom thought, from time to time, that Jenny’s good looks didn’t hurt her any when it came to John’s interest in her professionally, he kept those thoughts to himself. He didn’t have a death wish, and there was no denying that when it came to hotel marketing, Jenny could ably strut her stuff.

Though he had nothing concrete on which to base his dislike of John, Tom was generally a good judge of character–at least when it came to men–and his opinion of John was far from flattering. He viewed the man as a user, a guy who saw his subordinates as tools–fine tools, expensive tools, tools to be taken care of, to be sure, but nonetheless, just tools, free to be discarded for other tools if the need arose. Not surprisingly, since John had taken an interest in her and more or less championed her way up the corporate ladder, Jenny took a slightly different view of him–sure, he could be tough, but business was business, and you didn’t make money or get where John had gotten–where Jenny wished to go–if you were a wimp. As Jenny had essentially told Tom from time to time while arguing with him, Tom was a bright guy, but he was just a construction worker; he didn’t really understand all the ins and outs of big business and corporate politics.

When Tom and Jenny had first started dating, she hadn’t complained about his job–or the solid physique it had given him. These days…

Tom might have been a blue collar guy, and maybe he didn’t have his finger on the pulse of the corporate world, but he did know one thing–he was stuck going to the wine tasting.

* * * * *

“Good to see you again, John,” Tom lied, as he shook the man’s hand.

“And always good to see you too, Tom,” replied John, returning the firm grasp. “Glad you could make it.”

In his early fifties, of average height with hair starting to turn gray, John hardly cut an impressive figure from purely a physical standpoint, but Tom couldn’t deny that there was some indefinable quality about the man–people noticed him; when he spoke, they listened. Sort of like that investment guy in those old commercials on television, he thought wryly to himself. John had a forceful personality and over the years, had somehow managed to cultivate it, enhance it and, strange as it sounded, practically exude it, until the aura of it cloaked him and lent him a stature difficult to ignore. As Jenny was fond of retorting whenever Tom said anything negative about her boss, Tom was just jealous that he didn’t possess the same magnetism.

Jenny was pretty magnetic herself. Though the dress code for the occasion was informal, Jenny looked stunning as always. Her brunette waves were freshly permed, cascading over her shoulders and the silk blouse she was wearing. The tight material clung to her form, highlighting the firm fullness of her breasts. A short skirt revealed tanned, muscular calves and thighs, wrapped around her taut little ass. When Jenny got dolled up like this, Tom had to admit that on that front at least, he was a lucky guy. When they weren’t fighting, Jenny had an awesome body and she knew how Göztepe Escort to use it.

Tom exchanged pleasantries for a few moments with John and the circle of hotel executives gathered around him. Jenny was in her element, schmoozing with her fellow execs. As quickly and politely as he could, Tom excused himself from the little group, as always feeling a twinge of disappointment that Jenny barely acknowledged his leaving–nor cared. However, from past experience, he could almost calculate to the minute when Ernie, the head of development, would try to impress others in the crowd with his knowledge of wine. “This one offers a fresh, slightly fruity nose, with very subtle hints of strawberry and rose petal…” If Tom heard that pretentious snob break into his wine routine one more time, he thought he might teach Ernie that noses could also be broken, swollen and bloody, not just fresh and slightly fruity. None of which would, unfortunately, be good for Jenny’s career–though it would provide Tom with some small measure of personal satisfaction.

Tom wandered over to pick up a glass of the event’s second wine selection, fluting strains of the classical music being played by the musicians set up on the lower rear balcony of the mansion providing soothing background noise. Though there were over a dozen wines set up on the outdoor bar area, carefully selected to lead the taster on a controlled journey through various of the different types of wines, Tom knew he’d never make it past the third one.

“Wonder if Jenny’d have a fit if I asked for a beer?” he wondered to himself as he walked around the grounds of John’s palatial estate. Though John made more than a decent buck at his job, he had made most of his fortune the old fashioned way–he inherited it. His father had founded the hotel chain, and while the family no longer owned the chain outright, Jenny had told Tom from time to time that John’s interest was worth in excess of one hundred million dollars. His mansion and its grounds were all one would expect from such excessive wealth. Immaculate lawns stretched seemingly forever, their expanse broken occasionally by carefully trimmed bushes and trees, by gardens featuring a dizzying array of flowers in bloom. Their scent wafted through the air as he walked towards a white gazebo, laying on the shores of a small pond on the estate.

Idly sipping his wine, Tom slumped down on the grass, back against the small structure, cutting off his view and the noise of the party. “Much better,” he thought to himself. Casting about, he unearthed a few small pebbles which be began to toss desultorily into the tranquil waters, watching the small splashes as they struck, the ripples spreading across the clear surface of the pond. Time passed in silence as he sat there, watching the waters, the trees across the way swaying slightly in the soft breeze, the birds soaring in the bright blue sky.

“Hi there,” came a voice to his side, startling Tom out of his calm reverie. Flustered, he glanced up…and saw her. Later, Tom would rail in frustration that he was never afterwards able to properly express the view that met his eyes in those first few seconds. Maybe it was the sun in the sky behind her, blinding his sight with its brilliance for just a flash, distorting his vision. Maybe it was due to his being startled, or the wine, though he hadn’t had that much to drink. Whatever the cause, he looked up and beheld a shimmering vision, a woman clad in a summer dress, face momentarily obscured, appearing for a brief instant like a sun goddess out of some ancient myth, golden rays of illumination seeming to surround her unearthly form. Mouth agape, Tom stared mesmerized, entranced by the apparition before him.

“Hello?” the woman spoke again and the illusion was shattered.

“Uh, hi,” Tom managed to stammer in greeting, struggling to his feet.

“Sorry to have startled you,” the woman laughed. “I didn’t realize you were so engrossed.”

The spell broken, Tom could see as she approached that she was no unearthly goddess but a real woman, very real and very woman. Her summer dress clung to the upper part of her body, emphasizing the lush swell of her breasts, while its hem swirled beneath her knees, playing peek-a-boo with her bare feet. Long black hair flowed in luxurious tresses, billowing over her shoulders and down her back. Clear brown eyes sparkled at him, while beneath a pert nose reposed a pair of full, red lips, upturned in a slight smile that seemed to hint of life’s exquisite mysteries.

“No problem,” Tom managed to get out without stammering. “Hey–I’ve seen you before!”

Having reached the gazebo, the woman leaned against it, idly twirling a finger around the lip of her wine glass. “Yes, though we’ve never met,” she agreed. “I saw you wander over here a few minutes ago and wondered if it was you.”

Though it was true that they’d never met, Tom _had_ seen her, many times before. Several months ago, while riding the train downtown İstanbul Escort to work, this woman had begun to sit across from him, on the upper level of the train. She was a knockout, and Tom had often snatched furtive glimpses of her over his book. From the way that she smiled at him occasionally when their eyes met, Tom had felt that his secret attentions had not gone unnoticed, and that more direct contact would not be unwelcome…but that was back when things with Jenny were still firing great on all cylinders. And so all he had done was stare at her from time to time–and then as quickly as she had appeared, she was gone. Every day for a few weeks she had sat across from him, then one day she wasn’t there. The next day when Tom got on the train, and every day that next week, he hoped she would appear when they reached the stop where she boarded, but he never saw her again. He had wondered for awhile what had become of her, before she had slowly sunk out of his consciousness. But that was no longer the case!

“I’m Tom,” he offered, holding out his hand.

“Kim,” she replied, shaking his hand in a firm grasp. “It’s nice to finally meet you after seeing you on the train all that time.”

“Yeah,” Tom said. “I’m a little surprised you remember seeing me. I wondered what happened to you.”

“I was just in town for a few weeks. I live in L.A. I’m a consultant, and I was just in town for a little while working on a job.”

“Oh, are you back now for another job?”

“Just for a few days–some follow-up on the old one. Then it’s back to the coast. What’s your story?”

“I’m in construction,” Tom replied. “From the laborer side of things.”

“Oh. How do you know John then?” she asked with a smile. “I thought he didn’t know anyone who didn’t live in a suit and a tie.”

Tom laughed. “Yeah, not too many I suppose. No, my girlfriend is one of his minions. So here I am. How about you–where do you know John from?”

“He’s my cousin.”

Tom tried hard not to choke on his drink as he was swallowing. “His cousin?”

“Yeah…but don’t hold it against me,” Kim laughed. “I’m from the poor side of the family; unfortunately, my side decided not to go along with John’s father when he started the hotels. You win some, you lose some.”

“That’s too bad,” Tom responded. “But don’t worry–I wouldn’t hold your being related to John against you. Besides, John’s an alright guy.”

“You’re a terrible liar,” she replied, sipping her wine. “I can see it in your face when I say his name, hear it in your voice when you say it. You don’t think much of John, do you?”

“Well…uh, no, John’s OK…”

“Don’t lie to me!” Kim laughed. “That’s alright, I’ve known him all my life and there’s no question about it, John can be a bit of a prick!”

“Well, if you put it that way…” Tom laughed with her.

Leaning against the gazebo, gazing out over the water, they talked for a few more moments before Kim said, “Let’s take a walk. I’d like to stretch my legs a little.”

Wandering over the lawn, the two chatted. Tom found it very easy to open up to this vivacious, beautiful creature beside him, telling her of his boyhood in Skokie, of the various projects he had worked on, of him and Jenny. Though he didn’t express the thoughts, as Tom spoke with Kim about his girlfriend, the realization came to him that they would be over soon, that they were each too different and too unwilling to change for the other, even if they were asked. It was no one’s fault, really, it was just one of those things that didn’t work out. For her part, Kim offered no advice, just listened to him, asking questions now and then, in turn talking about her job and family. Eventually, their glasses empty, they strolled back to the party.

Tom grabbed two glasses of the next wine on the program, handed one to Kim. She swirled it in the glass for a moment like a connoisseur, inhaled, sipped and swirled it in her mouth. Swallowing, she rendered her verdict.

“It’s an audacious little wine,” she opined with mock solemnity. “It kind of jumps up and slaps you in the face!” Her pink tongue crept out and slowly licked a few drops of wine from her lips.

Tom laughed. He could think of plenty of things to do with that pretty face, but slapping was definitely not one of them!

Exchanging short pleasantries with others at the bar, Kim offered to take Tom on a tour of the mansion.

“Sure,” he replied, “though I’ve seen it before…at least parts of it.”

“Not the way I’ll show it to you!” Kim promised, her clear eyes sparkling, grabbing his arm and linking hers with it.

Sauntering towards the mansion, talking of this and that, they passed near the small cluster that had formed around John. Jenny was still there, vivaciously chatting. As they went by, Tom waved at her; she flashed him a quick smile, then went back to talking with the group. Considering that she was normally pretty jealous, Tom viewed her reaction as symptomatic of their Anadolu Yakası Escort problems.

As they walked up the short flight of steps leading to the rear balcony, Tom said, “I’m glad you remembered me from the train, though I’m a little surprised.”

“Well, I _knew_ you would remember me,” Kim smiled. “After all, sitting where you were, you could see up my skirt!”

Tom felt an invisible hand choking his throat, reaching in and throttling him. He _had_ been able to see up her skirt on occasion on the train, but was mortified to learn that she knew he had done it. He rapidly sputtered denials which sounded lame even to his ears.

“No, it’s OK,” she laughed, as he choked out yet another sentence saying she was mistaken. “I knew about it–hell, I let you!”

Tom quickly gulped some wine in confusion. It wasn’t every day he was walking with a beautiful woman, and she admitted that not only did she know he had looked up her skirt, but that she had cooperated!

“I’m sorry,” she smiled, clearly delighting in the crimson flush suffusing his face, his stuttering attempts at speech. She squeezed his arm. “It was kind of naughty of me but, I thought, what’s the harm? It was fun–I hadn’t flashed anyone in a while! I didn’t mean to embarrass you!”

They had now entered the mansion, walking in through the open set of doors leading into the library. Casting wildly about for some way to change the topic, certain that if they stayed on this track he’d make an absolute fool of himself, Tom stabbed a finger in the direction of a portrait of a man hanging above the fireplace mantle. “Who’s that?” he managed to ask, though he already knew the answer from a prior visit.

Kim allowed herself to be sidetracked. “Ah. That would be John’s father, provider of much of what you see around you. As good a place as any, I suppose, to begin our little tour.”

Kim led him leisurely through the first floor of the mansion, pointing out various items of interest. As they walked, her arm linked in his, her hip occasionally brushed against him, sending little jolts of electricity through his body. Tom was acutely aware of her presence, of her warmth and vitality. Outside it had been overwhelmed by the aroma of the flowers; inside, Kim’s perfume, the scent of her hair, filled his senses. Tom was a little worried that the growing bulge in his pants would betray him, but if she noticed, Kim was silent.

As they passed by a bathroom, Kim turned to him. “Here, hold this,” she said, unlinking her arm and handing him her wine glass. “I have to go tinkle,” she explained, somewhat unnecessarily.

The door closing behind her, Tom walked a short way down the panelled hall and sat down on an ottoman. His feelings were a jumbled mess, though his hormones were clearly sending a unified signal. Tom had never been good at judging women–particularly ones he didn’t know well–and it was possible he was misreading Kim’s flirtation with him, but he didn’t think it was likely. He was pretty certain that if he wanted to pursue a romantic liaison with her, his advances would not be unwelcomed. If it hadn’t been for Jenny, it would have been a no-brainer. As it was, thinking of Jenny made him cringe slightly with guilt, though he hadn’t done anything yet.

And yet, even with Jenny in the picture, he was still intrigued. Kim was gorgeous, sexy and fun. “Kind of like Jenny used to be with me,” he mused bitterly. And as he was forced to admit to himself more and more these days, his relationship with Jenny was going nowhere. Their candle had burned brightly for awhile, but only a low flame remained, destined to be snuffed in the near future. If he had run into Kim a month from now, it might be that he and Jenny would have written their final verse. If he pushed it along…

His thoughts were interrupted as Kim emerged from the bathroom. He rose to his feet, met her.

“Here, I’ll make you a trade,” she said with a smile. She took her glass from his hand, and with her other hand, pressed a wadded up piece of cloth into his. Tom looked down…and did a double take. Kim had just handed him her panties!

Kim grinned mischievously, pleased at the shocked look on his face. “Would you be a doll and carry them for me?” she inquired innocently. “I decided since I was barefoot, I might as well just go that next step, but I don’t have anywhere to put them!”

“Jesus!” Tom sputtered, half to himself. He hurriedly stuffed them into a pocket of his pants, frantically looking around to see if anyone had noticed the exchange.

“Looks like you’ve got a bit of a bulge there,” Kim observed. It was true–and not just from the panties he had shoved into his pocket. She slowly licked some wine off the rim of her glass, gazing deeply into his eyes.

“I, uh…”

“Well, are you enjoying the tour?” she interrupted, clear eyes sparkling with humor…and something else.

“Uh, yeah,” Tom said, flustered. First she had admitted she flashed him, now this! Though he’d had quite a bit of experience with the fairer sex, he had never met anyone quite like Kim.

“Well then, let’s continue, shall we?” Linking her arm in his again, Kim started down the hall, half-dragging Tom with her as he struggled to sort everything out.

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One would think that workin’ all night and having more orgasms than one can count all day, you might be able to get some sleep, but no, my men had other plans for me on the trip up to KC.

Seeing as how we were riding in Froggie’s truck, he opted to drive the first part of the trip, Jr the second, and me the third and final trip. That all worked out fine for me, seeing as how I was completely and utterly exhausted from the previous activities of the day.

As I grabbed my pillow and blanket to catch a few hrs. shut-eye, I could hear my men talkin’ in the front seat, but I couldn’t understand what they were saying. They were obviously trying to be quiet so I might easier fall asleep.

It wasn’t long before I was easing into the land of Knod (a.k.a. utter bliss of sleepdom) when I felt soft butterflies fluttering around my face and body. I would attempt to swat them away, and they would flutter around other parts of my body. I was almost asleep when I felt the light blanket slowly move its way up my legs. It was hotter than hell outside, so it really didn’t bother me. I relished the cool breeze on my legs as well as the soft fluttering of the butterflies.

As my blanket moved up, I felt the butterflies flutter their way up my legs. Then the strangest thing happened, I felt one of my dogs land on the seat…Hmmm, I thought we left them Maltepe Escort at home.

As I fall deeper into sleep, I feel warm hands rubbing my legs, gently massaging and warming them, then spreading them slowly. As I turn to get a little more comfortable, I feel warm kisses run first up one leg and then the other.

I feel someone tugging at my shorts, slowly, as to ease them off of me. Well, since I usually sleep in the nude, I thought, I’ll definitely be more comfortable with them off, so I raise my hips slightly and allow whomever’s helpin’ me, to get them off.

“Whew Froggie, she forgot to put her panties on.”

Ahh, yeah, that’s better. The next thing I feel, is more wondrous hands and kisses. God I didn’t even know I was hurting there.

I feel the butterflies on my toes, my hips, Kisses on my knees, inner thighs. “Ohhhhh” I moan as I feel lips and hot breath on my throbbing pussy. I feel hands on my hips, gently and soothingly caress up my belly to my breasts. As I feel my nipples being pinched, I feel a tongue flick my clit…I inhale sharply…and moan again.

Slowly and gently, I feel a tongue lick me as though I were a favored ice cream cone. Starting at the bottom of my woman’s opening, slowly thrusts into my pussy, then out and upwards, ending with a nibble and suck on my clit. Over and over one single Anadolu Yakası Escort tortuous stroke at a time, never breaking contact. In, out, up, nibble, suck, in, out, up, nibble, suck. Over and over…gradually going faster and faster, the nibbles and sucks slowly getting harder and harder.

This continues for what felt like hours…”Damn!!!” I think to myself, “If this is a dream, I hope to never wake up.”

The next thing I feel is one finger inside me, followed shortly by a second finger. The pressure on my clit increases as the fingers pushing in and out of me, over and over again.

I hear someone in the background moaning and moaning over and over, getting louder and louder, closer and closer to climax, then I realize it’s me moaning, but not just me, whoever it is between my legs is also moaning, and I feel the vibrations all throughout my body.

As I come fully awake to my surroundings, I scream my completion as I notice Jr has somehow made it over the seat and is between my legs giving me the best oral sex I have had ever.

While I am still throbbing from yet another mind-shattering orgasm, I look over and catch Froggie watching me in the rear-view mirror. I notice that he’s only driving one handed, and the other one is moving up and down. I catch all of this in just a matter of seconds when İstanbul Escort I feel Jr thrust himself into me. “OHHHH!!!!” I moan as another, smaller orgasm takes me again.

I feel Jr thrust in and out, in and out, faster and faster, harder and harder…I try to concentrate on Froggie’s face, I love to watch and to be watched…and knowing that Froggie’s in the front seat jackin’ off to Jr making love to me…it just gets me all the more excited.

I close my eyes because I feel another orgasm working its way through my body from my toes and hair. I feel it creeping up my nerve paths, on its way to my dripping pussy. As I feel the orgasm closer and closer, I moan louder and louder…Jr pumping into me faster and faster, harder and harder “C’mon baby, cum for me, cum for me. I want to feel that hot pussy clam down on my hard dick…C’mon baby, cum, baby cum”

Jr knows that when he talks like that to me, it just increases the intensity of my orgasm…

“Oh god baby, I’m gonna’ cum, I’m GONNA CUM!!!”

“C’mon baby, cum for me Cum for me CUM for me”

“Oh, oh, OH, OH, OHHH, ah, Ah, ah, AHHHHH!!!”

“YeAHHHHH!!!!!!!! God Yes baby!!!”

Then from the front seat we hear “AHHHH!!!!!” Once again, we all cum together…

As Jr reluctantly eases from my body, Froggie announces, “We’re in Springdale, let’s grab a bite to eat and then we’ll be on our way, Jr, it’s your turn to drive man. Rosie probably needs to go to the bathroom, I know I do.”

“Yeah, I really do need to go to the bathroom. Order me a Cheeseburger and fries, I’ll meet ya’ll in the dining room.” I say as I stiff leggedly walk away.

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