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Everyone in this story is over the age of 18.

It had been just over a week since I had given the homeless guy a blowjob. All I had thought about this past week was his large cock sliding down my throat. I had avoided walking past him as I don’t think I could resist if he offered. I knew it was gross to give a homeless man blowjob in an alleyway but it was also so fucking hot.

Today I had no choice but to walk past the alley. I needed to get to a class and I was running late and could not go the long way round. As I left my building and walked down the road he must of saw me as he popped out the alley just as I got there.

“Hey beautiful.” He said.

“Hi.” I said quietly.

“Fancy another go?” He asked as he grab at his groin. I felt my pussy quiver at the thought.

“I can’t, I’m late for class.” I replied.

“What about later?” He asked, taking me lack of a no as a yes.

“Only of you shave it and clean it.” I told him. I knew at this point I was going to be back here later. Might as-well see if I could get it presented better.

“Deal.” He said quickly. I think he was shocked to have me semi agree.

I spent my classes all day thinking about sucking that cock in the alley way and I was shocked. My classes finished and I headed to the gym for a workout. I put my workout clothes, which wear a tight tank top and yoga pants, and began my workout. I loved being in the gym, most of the people in here, boys and girls, were very fit. I would often come here to get turned on before going back to my room and fucking Mia or please myself.

I stayed at the gym until it got dark. I was going to shower there as their showers were better than the dorm ones. But I thought it best not too if the guy really had done as I asked. I had decided that if he did not I would leave, but I also know that I probably would still suck him off.

I left the gym and started on my way home, the gym was only a 10 minute walk from my dorm. As I got close I saw that his was standing at the edge of the alley waiting for me. There was a few people walking near by so I waited before going over to him. Once the area was clear I walked over.

“Hey, I’ve been waiting for you.” He said.

“I bet you have.” I replied with a smile.

“I’ve done as asked.” He said as he pulled the top of his trousers down to show off his freshly shaved pubes.

“Good.” I told him. At this point I had been thinking about his cock all day and I would have sucked it no matter what.

He turned and walked into the alley, I followed him. He stood back in his little nook and I got in and stood in front of him. He nodded gorukle escort to the floor and I got the hint and got to my knees.

“You here for a bet again?” He asked.

“No.” I told him.

“Then why are you here?” He asked. I did not answer as I did not want to admit why to him.

“Well I know why.” He said as he slowly started to pull down his trousers. “You can’t resist me cock.” He stopped just as he started to show his cock.

“Admit it.” He told me, stopping with his cock only half showing. My mouth was open slightly as I watched.

“I can’t stop thinking about it.” I admitted to him.

“Good girl.” He said smiling. That made me blush and I could feel my cheeks go red.

He pulled his trouser the rest of the way down and his large cock flipped up. It’s was already hard from making me admit I was crazy about his cock. With it being freshly shaved it looked even bigger than before. I felt my pussy tingle just looking at it.

“As good as you remember?” He asked.

“Better.” I told him.

“Now put your hands behind your back.” He ordered. I looked up at him a bit surprised. He was not this forceful before. I did as he asked anyway.

“Good girl, now open that mouth and look at me.” He ordered again. I did as asked and looked up at him. I opened my mouth and stuck my tongue out to make my mouth even more inviting.

“What did I do to get such an eager cock slut?” He ask. As he did he reached down with one hand to grab the back of my ponytail. The other hand grip his cock at the base. He pulled me forward a little as he pushed his cock towards me. He let the tip touch my tongue and held it there for a second. I kept looking him in the eye as pushed his cock into my mouth stretching my lips open. He used half of his cock to slowly fuck my mouth. He did it slowly for a few minutes before speeding up a little and going a bit deeper.

My chin was soon dripping from my own spit as he carried on fucking my mouth. He had let go of his cock and now both hands gripped my head. Be held it still as he forced more of his cock down my throat. He got to the point where he started to make me gag. My eyes started to water as he held his cock deep in my throat. My chin was wet from spit and now my cheeks were wet from my own tears. He pulled his cock fully from my mouth, my spit still connected it to my lips.

“Did you enjoy that?” He asked looking down at me with his large wet cock hanging over my face.

“Yes.” I replied breathlessly.

“Why don’t you take over then.” He said.

I did as I was asked and reached up to grip his cock. It was wet from spit and altıparmak eskort bayan I used that to stroke it. I lifted his cock up as I stroked it and leaned in to suck his balls. They were just as big and heavy as last time. I could barely get one in my mouth and I licked and sucked on them. He moaned as I did and let one hand rest on the top of my head. When his balls were wetter then his cock I moved back and licked my way up his shaft to the tip of his cock.

“Take off that top.” He told me as I just got the tip in my mouth.

I pulled back and lifted my top off over my head. I was not wearing a bra because the top acted as one when working out. My tits now exposed he reached down and played with them. I kneeled there and let him play with them before he straighten and motioned for me to keep sucking his cock. The alley was soon filled with the wet sucking noise of me worshipping his cock. I stroked it as I sucked it, taking his cock as deep as I could. I sucked his cock like this for a few minutes before he pulled back.

“Turn around.” He ordered. I knew where this was going to lead but I was so turned on I would have done anything at this point. I turned around and faced the other wall.

“Bend over.” He ordered next. I got into all fours for him, giving him a view of my ass in my tight pants. I felt him he ton his knees being me. His hands went to my waist and pulled my pants and thong down together. I felt the air hit my glistening pussy.

“Fuck you’re wet.” He said as his fingers rubbed my pussy. I just moaned as he did. I felt him shift and then I felt his cock rub against my pussy. I moaned again.

“What do you want?” He asked.

“Fuck me.” I moaned back.

With that he pushed forward and his wet cock easily entered my soaking pussy. I had to try and not moan as his large cock stretched me out. I had never had a cock this size fuck me. He fucked me slowly and let me get used to him inside me. Once he felt like I was ready he increased his pace. This time the alley was filled with the sounds of slapping flesh and my low moans.

After a few minutes of fucking he slowed down. I could hear talking and realised people were walking near the alley. If someone came down they would see me naked getting fucked doggy by a homeless man. Again this turned me on more for some reason but I was relieved when I heard him walking past and not coming down. As he fucked me his hands explored my body, grabbing my tits and give my ass a few slaps and squeezes.

I was getting close to an orgasm when I felt something wet hit my ass. I realised that he had nilüfer eskort bayan spat on my. His thumb moved the spit down to my asshole. Before I can do anything his thumb pushed into my ass. Just as he did the extra sensation made my orgasm exploded. He kept fucking me and thumbing my ass as it washed over me and I had to bite down on his blankets to stop from screaming. The orgasm was so intense I lost vision for a second. When I finally came back around he slowed down and stopped. He pulled out and stood back up. I somehow managed to find the strength to get back to my knees and face him. He wasted no time in grabbing my head and forcing me back onto his cock. He fucked my face even harder this time and I could taste my own pussy juices. I felt him tense up and he pushed his cock in as deep as he could. His cum hit the back of my throat and I swallowed it as it did. He held me there as a river of cum went down my throat. Finally he stopped cumming and he gave my mouth a few last pumps before letting his cock flop out.

“Fuck you’re amazing.” He said as he gazed down at my naked body.

“So is your cock.” I laughed back.

“Can I have your thong?” He asked. “As a memory of this.”

I could see no reason why not so I slipped my thong the rest of the way off and handed them to him. He thanked me as he placed them in his pocket. I got myself dressed and left the alleyway. When I got back to the dorm Mia was not there. I showered and passed out as soon as I got into bed.

After that night I did not see the guy again down the alleyway. I even checked one night to find all his stuff was gone. About 2 months later a car pulled up next to me when I was walking home one night. The window was down and a guy called out to me. It took me a minute to realise that it was the homeless guy.

“Get in.” He said. I did as he asked and got in the car. As I put my seatbelt on he started to drive off. While driving he explain how he was homeless because he got lost in drink after a bad breakup. The drink made him lose his job and he got kicked out. He said that the first blowjob I gave him helped him to get his life back together. He had started to look for work again when I met him the second time and that confirmed his need to sort himself out. I explain that is was my pleasure.

He asked if their was anything he could do to thank me. I gave him a smile and said I might know how. Not long after I found myself in the corner of a quiet car park, topless leaning over as he forced my head down his large cock. I sucked his cock like that until I swallowed every drop of his cum. We sat back and spoke abit about his new job and the fact he was moving away to get a fresh start. I stayed topless with my face a mess as we did. It was not long before he was hard again and he fucked me hard across the back seat before he came for a second time down my throat.

I hoped you enjoy this story. Please let me know if you did.

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Authors Note: This is a series of stories about an affair between Gary, a former executive and Maribeth, a ph.D working for the Veterans Administration. This relationship has been honest and open from the very beginning, and I am in the process of chronicling the events that have happened between us. Very early on I had told Maribeth about two prior affairs I had, and she expressed an interest in sharing my experiences with these women. We came to call these discussions “Story time.” Sometimes the stories were things that actually happened with me and Jennifer or Karen, or sometimes they were stories that these ladies shared with me about other sexual experiences they had. In any event, they proved to be turn-on for both of us.

At the time I met Jen, she was a 42 year old buyer for a major clothing company, and I was a 44 year old executive. Both of us traveled extensively as part of our jobs, so it was only fitting that we met on a plane. I was married with three children; she was married but was childless and intended to stay that way. Later, she explained to me that she and her husband Steve had decided that they would have an open marriage.

Apparently Steve, who was a partner in a law firm on Wall Street had a number of stand ins for Jen when she was on the road which was often. In fact, despite her company being headquartered in Chicago, Jen and her husband lived in Connecticut, so often she would commute there. She also made it a point to visit suppliers, most of whom were either in China, Southeast Asia or South America. By the time I met her she had been a member of United’s million mile club several times over.

We soon became lovers and would plan our respective business trips so that we could meet, sometimes only for a day, but on occasion for longer periods. In between we would often talk on the phone, most memorably when we were alone in our respective hotels in different cities, both naked, playing with our respective boy or girl parts. Our erotic conversations always lead to very satisfying orgasms on both ends of the line, that were only surpassed when we were actually together and our physical bodies were joined.

With that background, fast-forward to the present. Maribeth and I lay naked in bed, her head on my chest, her hand gently holding and squeezing my semi hard shaft and my hand cupping her soft full breast that I began to tell her about Jennifer and I in San Francisco.

“I was in town attending a conference, which ran from Wednesday through Sunday and she was in town meeting with a number of brokers representing Asian textile and clothing manufacturers, so it was going to be an especially long get together for us, one that was fairly rare during our affair. On occasion, I had gone to one of her meetings with suppliers and it was instantly obvious how this petite, short-haired blonde woman had achieved her position in her company. She could be both charming and demanding. Her negotiating style was equal parts depreciating humor and insightful questions that often had her opponents on their heels. Before these meetings she would tell me what she expected they would want and what they were going to get. She was always right on the first point, and always successful on the second.”

“Did your wife ever travel with you on these trips?” Maribeth asked, nuzzling her face into my chest, and kissing my skin.

“Sometimes” I said, “More to conventions than conferences, and never on business trips.”

I squeezed Naribeth’s naked body closer, and continued.

“As usual we checked into different hotels, though neither of us expected to sleep alone. We had agreed early on in our relationship that we would minimize any “paper trail” as much as possible, hence the redundancy. I had a talk I was scheduled to give at the conference I was attending on Thursday afternoon, and needed to moderate some other discussions on Wednesday and Friday; she was in meetings all day Wednesday and was scheduled to visit some of her company’s retail stores in the area on Thursday, so we arranged to have our evenings free as well as the weekend.” As I said this, I must have smiled, because Maribeth raised her eyes and asked; “A pleasant memory?”

“Indeed” was my response to her question.

“Because görükle escort bayan so many people at the conference knew me, and many knew my wife; Jennifer and I agreed that we would use her hotel as home base for the next few days. It wasn’t far away, only about a fifteen minute walk from where I was staying and anyway I kind of liked the exercise.”

“We had not actually been together for about three months, so when I walked into the bar where we had arranged to meet I wasn’t surprised that when she saw me that she gave a cute squeal of excitement, jumped off her bar stool and gave me a lot more than a little peck on the cheek. Her mouth found mine and, while not a real French kiss, our tongues did a little tip dance together reminding us both that it had been far too long.

She was dressed in a low cut black satin blouse that was revealing a wonderful view of the pale upper slopes of her breasts. I could see no outline of bra straps, but it wasn’t entirely clear that she was braless either. Her silver grey skirt had flecks of red and was nicely tailored and showed her beautiful smooth tan legs and round full hips to their best advantage. Her blue eyes were framed by her glasses which she always wore, even when we made love, and her pouty lips had been enhanced with pink lipstick, not exactly glossy but shiny nevertheless. Her perfume was called “Radiance,” which she always wore.”

At his point, my penis which was still encased in Maribeth’s warm hand gave a twitch and I said “Just remembering the smell of that perfume can still cause me to become aroused as maybe you just noticed.”

“Is that what it was?” Maribeth pouted, “I thought it was me. Remind me to smash every bottle of that stuff I can find.”

“Not to worry little slut,” I said. “I get aroused by your perfume as well, and by you with nothing on.”

Maribeth’s smile told me that she thought she’d won a little victory there and it was enough to assure me that it was safe to go back to my tale.

“We found a quiet booth near the back corner of the bar and for about an hour we held hands and talked, catching up on the minutia of our respective lives. Periodically Jennifer would squeeze harder when we talked about our plans for the next few days, and twice she leaned over the table to kiss me. When she did it allowed the loose fabric of her blouse to fall away giving me a perfect view of her full soft breasts hanging from her body encased in what I could now see was a silky black half bra that didn’t quite succeed in covering all of her aureole. The smile she gave as she sat back down informed me that the lady was not oblivious to the view she had offered, nor of its probable effect.”

Looking down, Maeibeth lifted her body slightly so that her own breasts were exposed in the same way I had described. “How were hers different than mine?” she wanted to know.

I took the opportunity to cup and lift one of her boobs with my hand, feeling both the softness and the weight of Maribeth’s fleshy mound.

“About the same size I said, and just as soft.” I added, giving her breast a gentle squeeze. “your skin is a tad paler than hers and your aureoles are more pinkish where hers were a little smaller and browner.”

“I don’t like the way mine look.” Maribeth said pouting again.

“I guess that will be a forever mystery to me.” I said, redoubling my caress of her “ugly” breast. In my position, I couldn’t bring it to my mouth, but if I could have I certainly would. I flicked my thumb across her nipple and was rewarded with a slight hardening. A low, almost imperceptible moan escaped Maribeth’s lips as she again put her head on my chest, crushing my hand between her boob and my stomach. I took this as a signal to continue.

Jennifer again squeezed my hands and said “Enough talk, I need you inside me. Now! I paid the bar tab and we left the lounge, headed for the elevator hand in hand. Her room was on the seventh floor and I guess you would call it a semi suite, because there was a small sitting area with a TV in addition to the bedroom. A large window gave us a nice view of uptown including Nob Hill and Coit Tower. Another hotel blocked our view of the Golden Gate, but as my eyes wandered over the curtained altıparmak eskort windows I couldn’t help wondering if other lovers were looking back at us. However this thought was soon swept from my mind as I heard the sound of a zipper being drawn down and the swish of a skirt falling from full hips. I turned around to find Jennifer naked from the waist down. It was obvious that she had not worn panties and had been naked under her skirt the whole time.

I had seen her do this before as Jen had a little bit of an exhibitionist streak in her, but in the joy of seeing her again I hadn’t thought about it.

“So she liked to go commando?” Maribeth asked.

“Yep, and occasionally braless, and on two occasions topless.” I replied.

“Really? Topless?” Maribeth said, “Tell me about it.”

“A different story for a different night little girl.” I said.

“I don’t think I could ever do that.” Maribeth commented as she again dropped her head to my chest, her full dark hair covering my arm which encircled her naked shoulders.

I resumed. “Jen just stood there next to the bed looking at me through her dark rimmed glasses. She had not removed her blouse nor her heels and. Somehow I found her partial nudity more arousing than if she had stripped completely. The window curtains had not yet been closed, and it was entirely possible that anyone in the adjoining hotel could glimpse the same vision I was enjoying. If this possibility crossed Jen’s mind it was obvious that she either thought it immaterial or she wanted us exposed in this way.

“See anything you like? This was Jennifer’s way of making an understatement. She shifted her position slightly putting more weight on one side and raising her hand to her hip. This had the effect of causing that hip to jut out a little more which emphasized the curve of her figure. My eyes took this in and slowly moved to her exposed sex. As always her brownish blonde pussy was neatly trimmed and formed a delightful delta between her soft pale thighs. I could just discern the beginning of her slit in the middle of the vee that was created by the way she posed.”

“I’m not sure “like” is the operative word.” I replied as I stepped forward and took her in my arms. Her half naked body and my fully clothed one melded together in a full throated dance of passion. My right hand descended into the sparse forest of hair between her legs and found it to be much more of a swamp than a forest. She was dripping with her own sexual arousal, which I could now smell as well as feel.

Our tongues danced, and our skin flushed. My cock, which had been in a state of semi erection throughout the evening was becoming decidedly uncomfortable and I let my hand drop to adjust the situation only to encounter Jen’s soft hand heading in the same direction. She grasped me through my slacks and squeezed, all the while kissing my lips and moaning in my ear.”

“You’re making me wet,” a small voice said from somewhere on my chest. I could feel Maribeth shift as her hand disappeared between her own legs and found the source of her dampness. In a moment her hand reappeared and I could see the slick moisture on her fingers. “See.” She said as she rubbed her fingers on my lips. “See what you’ve done?” Indeed I did see as I both tasted and inhaled the aroma of her juice. “Am I to be punished?” I asked. “Yes!!” Maribeth shouted. “Right after you tell me what happened.”

“OK, I’ll dispense with all the details of how my clothes disappeared and how we ended up in the king sized bed. I think you can visualize the process. I think I was telling you that “George” (my affectionate pet name for my male appendage) was becoming uncomfortably erect, and so I soon found Jennifer’s wonderful mouth to be a source of welcome relief. She was a superb cock sucker and commented on numerous occasions that she was a “cock addict.” She pursued this activity with athletic enthusiasm, and this evening was no different.

She would take just the head between her lips and use her tongue to stimulate the area just beneath the glans, occasionally sneaking it up to caress and try to penetrate the little hole at the end. She would sometimes use her teeth to gently scrape the sides nilüfer escort of my shaft or bite the head. I always found these moments to be both stimulating and terrifying. Then she would attempt to engulf my entire penis into her mouth. Since, as you know, I’m not a monster down there, she was able to do this easily.

After a couple of minutes of her attention I was seeping pre cum and the pressure in my balls was rapidly increasing. Jennifer had always said she liked the “tastes” of me. When I asked her what she meant by “tastes,” she said the taste of my lips, of my skin, of my cock, of pre cum and of my full load. All were different, all were pleasant, all were arousing and all were welcome.”

“I can agree with that. But let me check.” Maribeth said. Rising, she gave me a full kiss and used her tongue to explore my mouth, then just a soft caress on the lips. Dropping down she sampled the skin on my cheek and neck through the day old stubble that she found there. Then to my chest, gently licking then sucking then biting the male nipple she discovered. Her lips soon found my navel where she paused for a moment before burying her face into the space between my leg and my ball sack, her nose resting in my sparse pubic hair. My cock, which had been held in her soft hand since story time began had achieved certain rigidity during her decent down my body, and leapt to complete attention when Maribeth’s warm mouth engulfed the head and slid down the shaft.

“Yes, I completely agree.” she finally announced, removing my penis from her mouth. “So what happened? Did you cum in her mouth?” Her hand remained holding my rigid shaft as she scooted up to lay along side, her head propped up by her unencumbered hand. I noted as she moved, that her breasts softly fell into a different position as gravity took over, and they briefly jiggled before settling into a pose where they seemed to dangle from her chest.

“I don’t think I planned to, but that is what happened.” I said.

“It had obviously been too long and I had been aroused for most of the evening. I kept telling myself I wanted to save the first load for Jen’s wet cunt, but as she sucked I could feel the cum rising in my shaft. It’s hard to explain the feeling to a woman, because I don’t know if there is an equalivant moment in a woman’s arousal just before orgasm, but it’s a point where your mind is saying “I can control this,” but you body is saying “hold my beer.”

“I saw Jen’s eyes snap open when the first spasm hit her tongue, I don’t think she thought I was quite there yet, but to her credit, she quickly got back into the game and began sucking me with a vengeance. So many times what passes for sucking is simply sliding your mouth up and down, but as I was emptying my balls into Jen, she was truly sucking it out of me. The first couple of spurts obviously filled her small mouth, and rivulets of cum escaped and ran down the sides of my still pulsing cock. I could see her eyes were now tightly closed and she was making every attempt to both swallow and milk me for what was left. This continued for some seconds, until I was completely spent. I could feel my penis begin to deflate even though it was still encased between Jen’s soft lips. The frantic activity of just a few moments earlier had diminished to small gentle sounds coming from her cleaning efforts. Finally removing my penis from her mouth and licking the small strings of cum that still clung to her fingers, she looked straight into my eyes and ran her tongue across her lips.”

“I love that taste of you.” She said.

“Wow! I’ve had a couple of guys cum in my mouth, but I never heard either of them describe it like that,” Maribeth said staring at me with her big soulful brown eyes. “It sounds like she really drained you.”

“She did. I said to her that I thought you wanted me inside you. Isn’t that what you said in the lounge? If that’s the case you’re going to be in for a little wait.” I said looking down at my soft cock lying limply across my leg.” Jennifer just laughed. “tonight you’ve been inside my head, and now inside my mouth. Your cum is resting nicely inside my stomach, whatever can you be speaking of?” I chuckled out loud at the lady’s logic. Indeed, what could I have been speaking about?” Leaning down Jen kissed the head of my penis and said. “In the meantime, I seem to remember something that your talented tongue was pretty good at. Let’s get some dinner and find out if you still have your game.”

Maribeth leaned closer. “Yeah, let’s see if you still have your game!”

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This story was inspired by someone out there, someone I never expected, yet enjoy every time I hear from them. They know who they are. Parades are fun.

~SK

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I’m standing on a busy street in a city I’ve never been to before. Heart pounding, nerves racing, I raise my phone up and snap a picture.

Assessing the photo, I confirm my hair and makeup look good and my royal blue sundress hugs in all the right places. I hope my excited nervousness isn’t too obvious in the photo, but it’s already been so much fun being the keeper of this secret, I bet sharing it will be so much better.

I check the photo, make sure the building in the background is clearly visible, and send it in our chat app.

The bubbles pop up, Daddy is writing his reply almost instantly. It’s cute, knowing he watches for my messages just as much as I watch for his.

‘So sexy. That colour is absolutely perfect on you.’

He’s right. A strawberry blonde looks amazing in jewel tones, and this dress makes my hair glow and my eyes pop. I’m surprised he didn’t notice the sexy cleavage first, but his typing bubbles haven’t stopped.

‘Have I mentioned your breasts look perfect too?’

There it is, I smile to myself. To be fair, this dress checks all the boxes I want for the attention I need. It’s my absolute favourite, a snug sleeveless fit with a deep v-neck that flares out into a knee length skirt that swirls just so slightly when I walk. My baby pink toenail polish shimmers up at me from my favourite peep toe heels, and I smooth my dress down as a young man walks past me on the road, the appreciation in his eyes making me feel younger than I am.

My phone buzzes again. It’s our chat app.

‘Wait a fucking minute.’

I break out in a huge grin, I’ve been waiting to see this reaction.

The bubbles seem like they’re taking forever, even though I know his typing on the other end is anything but slow.

‘You’re HERE?!?!?’

I reply with the 2nd photo that was already saved in my phone, the one I took without any visible background. It’s just my face and neck, with one hand lazily trailing down between my breasts. My Morse code bracelet is turned towards the camera, and written in eyeliner just beneath the beads that spell our secret message is a short word and 3 numbers: Room 315.

I quickly head back inside the hotel, feeling like I’m racing him, even though I know I have a considerable head start. My phone buzzes repeatedly, and I can see on my smartwatch that he’s sending question after question. Why didn’t I say something? Am I really here? Do I know how fucking sexy I look wearing that bracelet?

I know better than to reply. The photo said everything he needed to know, now all I have to do is wait. My timing is just about perfect. I have just enough time to enjoy a small glass of wine to try to calm my nerves, then I wash off the room number and do one last check of my hair and makeup. I hope I got the timing right and I won’t have to wait long for him to complete the end of his work day (if he even bothered) and travel the 4 blocks to me.

I hear a soft knock on the hotel room door. Here we go… my heart is pounding, this has been what I’ve been waiting for all day, through the early morning airport stress and navigating a city I’ve never been in before. I tiptoe to the door but hesitate, saying a silent prayer that this is all worth it, that he will like the real me as much as the digital version, and check the peephole to be sure it’s him. It is alright, he’s standing there glancing around as if he’s expecting someone to jump out and tell him this is all a joke.

I turn the handle and open the heavy door. For the first time, our eyes are locked on one another. In person. My voice catches, he’s so damn good looking, even more so now that he’s right in front of me. His eyes, they’ve made me weak since the first photo he’s ever sent me. I’m lost in them for a split escort bayan second, before I remember where I am and manage a low toned “hey, you.”

It’s like a firework show explodes between us. In one step, he’s walked through the door to the room, and I’m stepping back so he doesn’t run me over, but he anticipates that move and grabs my waist, pulling me up and into his arms. With one foot, he makes sure the door to the room is firmly closed behind him, and while one hand is already tangled in my hair, his grip on my waist tightens as he pulls me close and kisses me, fierce and deep. It’s the kind of kiss every first meeting should have. I can feel his beard tickling my nose and cheeks, but only barely.

The kiss makes the room spin but also time stands still. I’m not even aware he’s lifted me up and back into the room until I feel the edge of the king size bed bump against the back of my legs. He lifted me out of my shoes, they’re across the room where we started. I lean back and lay across the bed, bringing him on top of me, and we continue making out that way, pressed into one another like we are snuggling on a too small couch instead of one of the softest beds in the most beautiful hotel in Toronto.

Something in my brain goes off, remembering my plan. The playlist I made for us is working it’s way through some of the best sexy songs of all time in the background, and I want nothing more than to stand up and slowly strip in front of him. Breaking our kiss, I lean back and look into his eyes. “Surprise, Daddy.” I whisper. A deep look of intense ownership crosses his face. I continue nervously: “I have a plan, I’m going to…”

“Oh no, you’re not.”

He interrupts me with a growl. “I don’t know what it is, and I’m sure knowing you it’s delicious and sexy and will drive me absolutely crazy, but this is my city. You showed up here….”

His lips dart back down to my neck, kissing and licking up to my jawline.

“Without warning…”

His hand slides between the opening of my dress, past the bra underneath, and comes to rest fully cupping me, pinching my nipple slightly.

“Knowing I have the long weekend off, with nowhere to be and no one expecting me anywhere…”

His kisses follow his hand into my dress, sliding the shoulders of the fabric away from me so he can taste my skin as much as possible. His other hand has slid up my thigh, and reaches around me to pull me closer to him. He slides it under the hem of my dress and keeps his mouth on my chest, making me moan slightly. Encouraged, he grabs my ass and pulls me right up against him. I can feel how hard he is through his pants already. I’m wriggling, trying to get my hands in the right position to slide one into his pants, when suddenly he stops and half sits up.

“What’s this?”

He looks down at me. “These aren’t the panties you showed me you were wearing this morning.”

I grin wickedly. “I know, Daddy, but I wore them on the plane and needed to refresh when I got here, I figured you’d want easy access…” my voice fades as he puts a finger to my lips.

“That’s not the rule, and you know it. If you want to take them off, you have to ask me first. You think you can just walk around the city in a gorgeous dress that screams out ‘Fuck Me’ and have no panties on at all?”

Daddy’s face slides into a sexy smile.

“You think you’re calling the shots now, my slut? Hmm?”

At the mention of my name, I gasp involuntarily. The way he says it, the way he owns me with just that word, I can feel myself completely giving in to him. This is exactly where I want to be, even if it’s not the proper way to get there.

Daddy smirks down at me, still cradling me in his arms with one hand cupping my breast. He noticed my reaction, alright.

He fakes a heavy sigh. “You know what happens to sluts who break the rules.”

“Yes, Daddy.” I whisper.

He reluctantly detaches himself altıparmak escort bayan away from me, getting up off the bed. His back is to me now, so I can’t see his face. I don’t have to, I know what I have to do. I scoot off the bed so that I am standing at the foot of it, Daddy is on the side, still looking away from me. I bend forward and lean my elbows into the soft mattress, feeling the hem of my dress ride up as I bend over.

“Your slut needs to be spanked, because she broke the rules.” With that, I lean as far into the mattress as I can go while still keeping my feet on the ground. I turn my cheek towards him and Daddy glances over at me, coming to meet me at the foot of the bed. As he takes his place behind me, he lifts the skirt of my dress up around my waist. I hear his intake of breath as my naked ass is now on display, pointing right at him. He softly runs a hand across both of my ass cheeks, squeezing one as he lifts it. I hear him mutter “Fuck” under his breath. He’s as excited to touch me as much as I am to be touched. We’ve both waited for this for far too long.

I feel him grab a handful of my hair, pulling my head up sharply, as he presses his weight into my naked ass from behind. The hand not holding my hair is caressing my neck so softly, I can barely feel it. He’s so tantalizingly good at this, being rough with his slut while also loving me softly enough to make me crave him even more.

“How many hours has it been since you took off the panties, slut?” He whispers in my ear.

I do a quick guess at what time it is.

“About 5 hours, Daddy.”

“Seems fair that you should receive 5 spanks then, yes?”

“Yes, Daddy. Five”

He pushes back off me, releasing my hair. I feel myself missing his grip on me already. Hair pulling is so hot, knowing he can’t keep his hands off me in one way or another. I don’t have any time to think about it before his strong hand spanks my ass, hard. I flinch, but don’t make a sound. As soon as his hand has spanked me, he’s instantly soothing the skin on my ass by slowly caressing me with the same hand.

“Count, my slut.”

“That’s one, Daddy.”

His hand leaves my skin, and I know what’s coming. The second spank is just as hard as the first, but the caress that follows trails down my ass to the top of my leg this time.

“Two.” I know my part, to announce the numbers clearly and without crying out or asking him to be gentle.

Smack! The third spank seems harder, but also my pale skin is already sensitive to the punishment. I’m sure it’s bright red already.

“Three, Daddy.”

My voice is strong, especially in comparison to the soft touch of his hand as he rubs away the sting he caused. Is it my imagination, or did the tips of his fingers just so lightly graze by the edge of my pussy that sticks out when I’m bent over?

The fourth spank seems even harder than those before, I think Daddy is really enjoying being able to finally spank me in person. I wasn’t imagining it, he’s definitely caressing my pussy lips, but not going any further.

“Four.” My breath catches as I almost forget to count. I need him to keep touching me there. I need it so bad…

Smack!

The final spank hits me hard, and I almost cry out. Instantly relieved that I made it through my punishment, I don’t have to worry very long because both of Daddy’s hands are on my sensitive skin, gently rubbing where they caused such sharp pain only seconds before.

“Good girl. You did so well.”

The two words that address me causes my entire body to shiver. I didn’t realize how badly I was aching to hear them, I didn’t know how much of my purpose being here today was to be his good girl, how much I fucking crave hearing him say that in person, and how I will do anything to get him to say it again.

One of his hands gently slides between my legs, one finger entering my pussy, just nilüfer eskort lightly enough to make me want more, pushing back against him. He softly laughs to himself.

“So needy. So wet already, my good slut.”

I whimper slightly as he removes his finger from me. All of a sudden, I feel him press into my legs as he pushes his face between my ass cheeks to open my legs wider. His tongue slides up the entire length of my pussy from behind, and I moan in delight. I’ve fantasized about that tongue for so long, I had no idea it would feel so good, and so dirty for licking me from behind. I feel his face press into me, both of us breathing hard and heavy, as he tastes me.

With a sound that is half a moan and half a cry of conquest, he pulls away from me, grabs my dress and slides it up over my head, throwing it aside. He grabs my hips and spins me around, then pushes me back so I’m lying on the bed in front of him. I suddenly feel completely exposed, and the realization that he’s never really seen all of me naked at once causes me to freeze. I instantly slide my hands down to my lower stomach, my least favourite area of myself (thanks, prairie farm wife genetics, for cursing me with the body type that carries extra weight in the worst possible places).

He stops me with his voice, soft and pleading. “Let me look at you. All of you.”

It takes everything I have to move my hands to my upper thighs instead, letting my legs drop open so he can see, as he wishes, all of me. I can practically feel the heat of his gaze as it falls across every inch of my skin, down to my toes and back up again. His eyes stop on mine, and I feel myself go weak yet again when caught in his stare.

“You are so fucking sexy. And don’t you forget it.”

He pulls his shirt off with one swing of his arms.

“I absolutely cannot believe you’re here, lying in front of me, this beautiful dream come true, and you’re wet for me, wanting me.”

He has pulled open his jeans while talking, but I barely noticed. He’s got me completely captured with his eyes, and I know he means every word he says. He has stepped out of his jeans and underwear now, and I can see his gorgeous cock, hard and straining at how absolutely turned on he is.

He grabs my calf and pulls me to the edge of the bed, lining us up just right, but not entering me. He stops, smiles, and takes my hand.

“Take me. Make me fuck you, my slut. I want to look into your eyes as I make you mine, all mine.”

He slides my hand up to his rock hard dick, hot and smooth. I lift my hips and guide him right into me, both of us gasping as he fills me completely.

The firework show from earlier has nothing on the heat and passion we use to fuck each other. One of my hands is pinching my nipple, the other grasping at his hip as he slides in and out of me, both of us gasping at how fucking good this feels, how it was somehow torture waiting so long to meet and yet better than we ever thought it would be.

I wrap my legs around his waist and he’s now buried in me, frantically rocking back and forth as his length fills me, pushes away, then comes back harder and deeper. He pushes his knee down into the bed beside me, and somehow maintains fucking me as he kneels over me, bringing his face to mine to kiss me as his cock slides all the way in end stays there. He grabs at the hand that was on my nipple and my other hand follows instantly, meeting his above my head. He’s holding himself up on his hands, pressing mine into the bed, as we fuck harder and faster. We both cry out in furious joy, as I feel him pulse and cum inside me without warning, but we both knew it would happen anyway. Some things are best discussed in advance.

As he gasps, high on the bliss of emptying himself into me, he grips my wrist tight and I can feel the beads of our bracelet pressing their marks into my skin. He brings his mouth to mine, to kiss me, but instead gasps into my mouth the word that’s now pressed into my wrist, in a secret way no one really knows.

“Owned.”

I reply back, out of breath but aching for hours more of us, just like this, for as many days as I can get.

“Owned.” His lips fall to mine in a kiss, and we both know we mean it.

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All of my stories are true. You can believe that or not. I will attempt to tell them in chronological order so that you can get a sense of how the sexual relationship between Pam and myself progressed. They’d be best understood read in order, but I will do my best to make each episode stand alone. Names have been changed, dialogue and details added for literary purposes, but these events actually happened.

Thanksgiving commandos…

When I awoke, around 9:30, I was alone. I threw on my boxers, a pair of sweatpants and a T shirt and headed downstairs. It was already a hive of activity. Pam was there, looking oh so cute, in her PJs, rolling out dough, using one of those tapered rollers without handles, her mom was preparing the turkey, Pat was prepping vegetables and her brothers were adding leaves to extend the table, all with the radio playing. They even had a fire going in the fireplace.

Pam saw me at the bottom of the stairs, “Morning Babe.”

“Good morning everyone.” Then I noticed that the Will and Pat’s daughters were not there.

“Where are the girls?”

Pat replied, “Homecoming parade, then the football game and later a school dance. Oh, and dinner’s going to be around 4:00.”

Pam was standing at the island with her back toward the sink counter. As I snuck behind her to get a drink of water, she turned, placed the rolling pin near her crotch and began stroking it with her flour covered hands. Giggling, she quickly turned back around and continued rolling out the dough. I just rolled my eyes.

“What can I help with?”

“Here you go, I’ve got you all set up next to me. Start peeling the potatoes.”

I grabbed the peeler and commenced.

A couple of minutes later, Pam reaches behind me with her left hand, starts to slide it down the back of my pants, feels my boxers, gives a little bottom-lip pout and yanks up on my shorts, as if to give me a wedgie. Startled, I drop a potato on the floor. As I go down to pick it up, Pam bends down with me.

“Listen buddy,” she laughingly says. “I’m going commando under these PJs for you. Get you ass upstairs and lose those shorts.” She then pops back up and starts cutting out biscuits while singing along with the radio.

I get up, excuse myself saying I need the restroom, and go upstairs to the bedroom, take off the boxers and head back down.

Pam is now cubing the stale bread and dicing onions and garlic for the stuffing. I resume my potato peeling position.

After a minute, Pam’s hand reaches back, slides down my pants and squeezes my now bare ass cheek. Retrieving her hand, she asks, “Now isn’t that better?”

“Much better.”

Finishing our prep work, her mom announces that the biscuits are done. We each grab a plate, a couple of biscuits, a knife and glass of OJ and go out to the dining table, which, by now, was all set up with butter, honey three kinds escort bayan bursa of jam for our biscuits and for dinner including table cloth, candles, silverware and a centerpiece.

We sat facing the kitchen so that Pam could continue to be engaged with her Mom and Pat. As I’m looking at the fireplace, I feel Pam’s hand go inside my pants. She squeezes my balls and her fingers slide up and down the sides of my dick a couple times, then it is gone. She’s smirking. I start to put my hand on her thigh, but she lifts in up and puts in back on the table. All this while her eyes never left the kitchen.

A few minutes later, I see her hand again disappear. I anxiously await the next playful assault on my junk, but nothing happens. She then brings her hand up, places her finger under my nose, I can immediately identify where it’s been and slides it in my mouth. I suck it clean.

“I like being a commando,” she smirks.

“And so do I.”

Pam’s mom calls out from the kitchen, “How are those biscuits?”

“Finger licking good Mrs, Williams,” I reply.

Pam nearly chokes trying to hold back her laugh. Just as we finish, her brothers walk in carrying four extra chairs from the garage.

We kill the rest of the next few hours cleaning up around the house.

Around 1:00, Pam says she going to go for a short run.

“Shoot babe, I didn’t know. I didn’t bring any running gear.”

“That’s okay. I just want to burn off some energy and fire up my appetite. But, if you want, Will has a bike in the garage you could use to ride along with me. It might be a tad small for you, but I’ll just be jogging and I’m only gonna do about 5 miles.”

“Sounds good.”

We go upstairs, change clothes, I grab the bike from the garage and we’re out the door 15 minutes later.

On the out leg, I drop behind her a couple times, just so I can look at her ass in those running tights. She tells me that all her family likes me and thinks we make a “cute” couple. She asks me my impressions of each of her family members, which I give reluctantly but honestly. She sort of agrees with me on most of them. Different perspectives I guess.

On the return leg, she says, “You didn’t cum last night. Sorry I fell asleep.”

“I didn’t need to cum, and please don’t apologize. Last night was for you. Besides, after the draining you gave me by the rock, it wasn’t an issue. My erection faded fast.”

A little later she says,”Well, unfortunately we won’t be fucking tonight.”

“I understand.”

When we get in sight of the house she looks over at me, smiles and states,”We won’t be fucking because that would be too noisy. Tonight I want to make love to you.” She then sprints off toward the house and I arrive a few seconds after she does.

Going back in, we grab a drink and some snacks and sit down with the others to watch some football. bursa sinirsiz eskort Around 2:30, Pam nudges me and tells me she’s going up to get a shower.

“Can I come watch?”

“Not today. I’ll call down to you when I’m done so you can come up and take one.”

Twenty minutes later I hear, “Zach, I’m all finished. The bathroom’s yours!”

When I get to the top of the stairs, she’s standing there with her towel wrapped around her. She hands me my towel, her razor and shaving gel.

“It’s easier if you do it everyday.” And with that said she walks off to our room.

When I finish my shower and “shave”, I can hear Pam’s voice already downstairs. In our room, I finish drying, grab my shorts out of habit and start to get dressed. I stop. Take my shorts off and toss them back into my bag. I wonder if Pam is still commando. I put on my jeans, a knit golf shirt and a pair of slip-on sneakers and head down. Pam is rocking an above the knee length denim dress and sandals.

It’s just about 4:00 when the girls walk in all excited about the game and giddy about the dance that night. We all sit down and enjoy a typical Thanksgiving feast. I tried not to stuff myself, as to avoid that unbuckle your belt (which I neglected to put on), and unbutton your top button after Thanksgiving dinner ritual.

After dinner, small talk and dessert, and after cleaning up the kitchen, we all head back to the family room to watch a movie. The girls leave around 8:30 for the dance. Pam’s mom retires upstairs around 9:00 and when the movie ends at 10:00, we head upstairs as well. Will, Pat and Divorced Ken stay up to wait for the girls.

As I’m sitting on the bed, pulling off my shoes, Pam unbuttons and takes off her dress, and as I had hoped, she is completely naked.

“I wasn’t sure if you went through with it or not?” I quipped.

“Oh, I 100% did and I knew it was a 100% sure bet that you would too. We have to go commando more often.”

I stand and drop my jeans. Pam walks over and pulls down the sheet, turns on the nightlight then crosses the room to turn off the bedroom light. I think to myself, here’s someone who up till just yesterday was slightly embarrassed to have me see her breasts, and now she can nonchalantly sashay nude without giving it a second thought.

Standing at the foot of the bed, I lean in, pull her close and kiss her softly.

She leans back a bit and asks, “How do you feel about mutual masturbation and have you ever done it?”

“You mean where, for example, we sit on the bed and I jerk-off while you play with yourself until we both cum? If so, I’d enjoy that and yes I have done it.”

“How about if it was where I stroke your cock while you play with my pussy?”

“We’ll, that I haven’t done yet, but I’d be in favor of it if it’s what you want to do?”

I turn escort bayan to get in bed and she stops me.

“I want us to do it standing here facing each other. Not to make each other cum. Just for fore play.”

I position myself in front of her. She takes a step back, spreads her feet a bit wider and seductively says,

“I want us to be able to see each other.”

And with that she places her right hand on my shoulder and her left hand starts slowly stroking my cock. I place one hand on her shoulder and then wet my fingers in my mouth and place them between the already moist folds of her pussy and begin sliding up and down.

“As you can feel, I’m already excited. I want to get you to the point where the tip of your cock gets slippery from pre-cum.”

On every other stroke, Pam takes her thumb and rubs it across the top of my cock. I gently slide my fingers into her, matching her rhythm.

Pam leans in and whispers, ” I love how wet I can get you. I love how hard I can make you.”

Minutes pass. I begin to leak, profusely. Her thumb speeds up, spreading it over and around the rim of the crown of my penis. My knees slightly buckle. When she finally lifts her hand I do the same. She smiles, then rubs her wet thumb over my lips then kisses me.

We turn towards the bed and I wait for her to slide in, but again she stops, takes my hand and says, “You get in first. Tonight I want to be on top.”

I lay on my back and she kneels and straddles my thighs. She lowers herself till her wet folds touch my cock. She places her hands on my chest and begins to slide back and forth, all the time looking into my eyes. Taking her time, as if she’s painting my cock with her juices.

Pam straightens up, lifts her pelvis, reaches under and guides me into her, then lowers herself all the way down. Her hands move to my thighs. Her eyes close. The only motion is from her vaginal muscles repeatedly squeezing me. I go to reach for her nipples, but she stops me.

“Not tonight.”

She puts her hands on my abdomen and begins to raise and lower her pelvis. Slow at first, then accelerating. In doesn’t take long before her downward pushes become forceful. I can hear her wetness with every stroke. Again, and again and again. We’re both breathing hard. We’re both sweating. Then she slows.

Pam slides her torso forward, my cock still inside her. Her hands take mine and hold them above my head, her nipples hard against me. She begins rocking back and forth. Her nipples like nails scratching my chest. I begin lifting my hips to meet her thrust. We increase the pace.

She starts kissing me. I can feel my cock throb, my balls tighten. I sense she feels it too. Pam lets go of my hands, leans back and begins pounding and squeezing me with her pussy. And I explode. She reacts as if she can feel my cum hitting inside her. She cums, rubbing her clit against my body, over and over. She shutters and collapses onto me. I wrap my arms around her, holding her tight until the spasms stop.

Pam slides off of me and tucks herself against my body.

It was too soon to say it then, but I’d of wish she knew that I was beginning to fall in love with her.

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This is part 30 of my continuing story and I recommend you read the prior stories (especially Parts 28 and 29) in order before reading this one.

All characters are well over the age of consent.

This is a work of fiction.

Any typos are mine as I create and edit my own work.

Please vote and leave a nice comment or two.

Enjoy!

*******

In Hong Kong, afternoon at the Grand Hyatt.

Paige and I finally had some alone time when we had our clothes on.

We were enjoying a cup of coffee during a break between business meetings.

It was one of those quiet corners in a large hotel that was surprisingly private.

No one was around, no one walked by.

When we first sat down, Paige asked me if I wouldn’t mind massaging her feet.

I slipped off her shoes and gently began rubbing through the black silk thigh-highs she had on.

“This is going to get you some extra special bonus sex tonight, Rick” she laughed.

I thought every night with this hottie is extra special bonus sex, but I kept my mouth closed and just smiled.

Paige was curious about my photography business, and I tried to laugh it off because the money I generated from it didn’t cover any expenses to speak of.

The IRS would call it a hobby. I used it as a tool to meet girls and to get laid.

And I was good at it.

Meeting girls, that is, not necessarily taking great photos.

The artist is always the harshest critic of their own work.

But Ms. Paige Spelling was insistent on learning about my hobby and when she had enough of the massage, she took her iPad out and quickly found my website with an album of photos. There wasn’t overt nudity but plenty of implied nude photos.

“Wow! These women are gorgeous! How did you meet them?” she asked me, her blue eyes wide in amazement.

I thought it was an innocent question, but when you’re sitting next to a woman that you’re sleeping with and are asked a question like this, you need to tread carefully.

Having said that, her fragrance, her perfume, was very appealing to me.

Being close to her was appealing to me. Her body was warm.

I liked having my hands on her. She liked me touching her.

My cock, always engorged when Paige was near, was now uncomfortable in my slacks.

Paige was engrossed in what she was seeing. I glanced at my watch because I didn’t want us to be late to our next scheduled meeting.

I didn’t have the patience to go through every photo and give the background on each model, so I had her go back to the home page and I logged in, got behind the firewall, and album by album, talked about each lady very quickly (“Met this one at a wedding, this one at my gym, this one worked in my building…”)

It was clear that Paige was impressed by my work. She complimented me on the lighting, the placement, the balanced look of every photo.

Once she got past the actual photos, she wanted to know the back story. The story before the story.

“How did you get them undressed?” she asked in sort of a challenging way.

What she meant was did I seduce them, drug them, or otherwise convince each lady to get naked?

“I didn’t force them to get undressed Paige, I set up meetings in public places with each model to get to know them and to find out what their personal limits were in advance, and we both agreed and signed a contract, an agreement, that the photo shoot would be of them nude.”

“So, if they didn’t want to get naked, did you still do a shoot with them?”

“My initial preference was all nude shots, but some wore revealing clothing at first and then when their comfort level was raised, they got naked.”

“What do you mean when you say, ‘comfort level’?”

“Getting someone to trust you is not easy. Especially when it is just the two of you, out in the woods, and one person is naked. So, I must be patient, considerate and encouraging but be real too. No one wants to hear false praise.”

Paige didn’t say anything for a few minutes as she looked at each model. I had to admit that the ladies were all knockouts, nude, semi-nude, or implied, and that the photos were quite good. Not Playboy touched up quality, but natural ladies in natural light, mostly outdoors.

Some were bare, some had landing strips, some had trimmed bushes, and some were completely “natural” meaning they had gone native and let their pubic hair grow as The Lord intended.

We were both adults and Paige didn’t ask what I know she really wanted to ask: did you have sex with these women?

The honest answer is yes, I did. There were a few that I didn’t, but I hit it off with all of them and after a few hours of being nude, well, you get horny, and you need a release. I was there to provide it to them, and they provided it to me.

For those that I did not fuck, I did some serious pussy eating.

So, I sampled nature’s delights in nature. Or in my photo studio.

They took care of me with some görükle escort serious cock-sucking. Some spit, some swallowed, some just jacked me off at the end.

It was all good.

Paige turned off the iPad and set it down. She said to me in a soft voice, “Can I be one of your models? Am I pretty enough?”

My first thought was “Why are you asking me this question? Are you that insecure? Of course, you’re pretty enough!”

My second thought was my mind screaming: “You are now entering The Danger Zone, so Tread Carefully. Anything you say can and will be used against you.”

I proceeded carefully. Like a diplomat.

“Paige, you are a knockout. A TEN! You are so good looking you don’t know how good looking you are. You have the kind of beauty that stops traffic on freeways. People, men, and women turn their heads to watch you walk by. Men, including me, worship the very ground you

walk on. You are smart, funny, articulate, educated and beyond pretty. You are stunningly gorgeous.”

I didn’t know if ‘stunningly gorgeous’ was actually a viable phrase, but it sounded good. This wasn’t Scrabble so who cares?

I took a breath, and then continued, “Yes, I want you to be one of my models. I’ve been thinking about an incredibly special photo shoot with you since Lake Tahoe. Let me run my idea by you and then you tell me if that is something that will work for you.”

Paige smiled, relieved at my answer. She kissed me softly on the lips. Then she asked, “Will I be naked?”

“Yes.”

“Will we be alone or with other people?”

“It depends on a lot of things, but we may decide to have someone with us to do hair and make-up, or not. And, we might want to have another photographer there in case we want shots of the two of us.”

“So, I might be naked in front of other people?”

“Possibly but we’ll see how things work out.”

I could see her biting her lower lip, thinking.

“Who will see the pictures?”

“Only the two of us.”

She kissed me, again, passionately this time. Lots of tongue. I grabbed a boob because I thought it was the right thing to do, and I wanted to.

Paige groaned into my mouth as my palm massaged her erect nipple through her blouse.

Breaking off our kiss with a smile, “Tell me more” she whispered to me. She reached down and felt my hard cock in my pants. She smiled and asked me “Is this all for me?” And then she laughed and kissed me again.

*******

Although I had wanted to, I’d never been able to do this length of shoot before because most photo shoots are short, often just a couple of hours long because the photographer and model(s) are subject to weather and sunlight. Meaning, lousy weather, wind and too bright sunlight or getting dark early.

In the mountains, at Twin Creek Ranch, the tall trees and surrounding mountains and hills had sunlight disappearing early nine months of the year. The other three months it was light later, but not light enough to shoot anything without a flash.

But because we were planning to go to Maui for nine days in November, I thought I would be able to pull it off over a period of several days, not necessarily in a row.

The theme of the shoot was to take a conservative MILF with a two piece “mom” swimsuit, with strong tan lines, a cotton tail (untanned) butt, and an all-natural, untrimmed bush on Day One, and over the next week, day by day, transform this already beautiful lady into a gorgeous creature with an all over tan, and a completely bare pussy.

I told her I was calling it “From Mom to Model.”

On my website I had a special password protected album that showed the progression of what I had in mind. These were photos I “grabbed” from various sites that I intended to use as guidelines for this shoot.

I took Paige through each day, pointing out how the transformation would take place in terms of clothing, hair, make-up, pussy hair, and tanning.

I had no idea how all the coordination would work but I figured I had time to get things organized as we weren’t doing this for a couple of months.

Paige loved the idea and was flattered that I asked her.

She was petrified of how her naked body would look on camera and asked me again who would be able to see these pictures.

Then she confessed she needed to go back to the suite because her panties were soaked.

*******

Paige never once mentioned her ex-husband, but I am certain that she had more sex with me in the few days that we were together than she had had in years.

Her pussy was tight, hot, and welcoming. Paige confessed to me that she had masturbated to the vision of us fucking many times since we had first met in Lake Tahoe.

That night, after a day of business meetings and ending again with a business dinner, I had her masturbate for me.

For my viewing pleasure.

Lying on the bed, naked and legs spread wide for my viewing pleasure, she played with herself with eskort bayan her right-hand while her left played with her big pink nipples on those extra-large pleasure mounds, now nicely covered with my love bites.

Her eyes never left my face as I undressed as her show continued.

I purposely left my briefs on, so she could see how hard she got me.

I knew she wanted cock, and she would get mine, but on my terms.

It didn’t take her long for the first orgasm, it was a little one, one to take the edge off but not enough to satisfy her.

While she recovered and readied herself for the next one, she stopped playing with her pussy and used both hands on her titties as I slowly undressed, telling her that she was going to get a fucking of a lifetime but only after she satisfied herself for me one more time.

Paige took on the challenge, and once again her fingers played in her wispy pubes while her left hand teased her nipples, offering her breasts to me, good to nibble or to lick.

“How do you want it baby?” I teased her.

“I want it hard,” she replied.

“Oh, it’s hard all right, you made it this way.”

“Can I see it?” she asked, her eyes starting to glaze over in that pre-orgasm phase of lust and need.

“Not yet.”

“Baby, please … I want to see it. I want to see your big cock!”

I ignored her plea and asked her “How do you want it?”

“How do I want it?” her voice trailed off as her fingers started to really work her pussy.

I could see that her pussy was moist, and her female fragrance was just now reaching my nose.

“How to you want it?” I repeated.

“What …?” Paige was going from simmer to boiling.

Her mind wasn’t on playing Q her eyes locked on my face as she neared her tipping point.

I quickly leaned down and pulled my briefs off, my large cock springing out.

I moved to the end of the bed, standing, so she could feast her eyes on my hard tube steak.

As much as I wanted to stroke myself, I held off, but I thrust my hips out which gave the illusion of my cock being larger than it was.

“Close your eyes, baby, and imagine I am licking that golden twat of yours …” and with that, Paige shook, froze, squirted a bit, and groaned as she came.

That groan could have been heard on the street, seven floors down.

She looked like she wanted me to hold her, because when she stopped shaking from the powerful shots of energy surging through her body, she rolled over on her side in a fetal position.

I let her stay like that for a couple of moments, then I grabbed her by her ankles and pulled her down the bed on her belly, lifted her ass up by her hips, ran my right hand over a drenched pussy, lined my cock up, and pushed through her spread petals into her heavenly tight warm wet pussy in a single, slow thrust until I was buried balls deep.

“OH FUCK!” Paige moaned as I pushed into the tight sleeve.

A few thrusts later, fully in and out, from tip to root, and my natural blonde love slut had her right hand back to playing with her clit as she sought yet another orgasm. What a horny lady!

“You’re a slut, aren’t you Paige?” I asked her as I pounded away, first quickly then slowly, deep then shallow, over, and over, driving her crazy with lust.

“Yes … I’m your … slut … please … don’t … stop!”

My thrusting continued and her hunger to come grew.

I moved my right thumb to her tiny rosebud and pressed oh so slowly on her most intimate orifice.

“No … Rick … not … there … please … baby … you’re … so … big … too … big … too … hard …”

Paige wasn’t waving me off from ass fucking her.

She didn’t care which hole I fucked as long as I satisfied myself.

What was most amazing to me was how hungry she was for my cock up her tight ass. For such an educated, refined, and beautiful lady, I found it interesting how she took the initiative for me to poke her, repeatedly, in her bat cave.

I’d come in her ass twice already during my trip and I had plans for another time or two before I left for Tokyo.

That night I brought Paige to another body shaking pleasure moment and held steady buried deep in her cunt as she gripped the sheets.

I could have easily unloaded inside her, but I pulled out, got on the bed and pulled her gently by the hair so that her mouth was near enough to my cock so that she understood what I wanted: I wanted her to taste her own juices as she pleasured me, and when I came, she gratefully swallowed a large load of my salty froth, thanking me when she finished.

“I’m your slut Rick.”

*******

As for her giving me head, she was excellent at it, but she still had some remedial work to do on deepthroating.

She was no stranger to sucking cock and loved to suck and play with herself while she pleased me, I was wanting more of me down her throat. I was patient and considerate and she acknowledged altıparmak escort that she needed more practice.

Paige laughed and said to me “I’ll be spending time in the market looking for the longest bananas I can find!”

That was music to my ears, I was getting a little possessive of her and didn’t want her with any other guy. It was a double standard, I admit.

I felt the same about my three girlfriends in Sacramento and Rena in Tokyo. I was spoiled and wanted to stay spoiled.

I wanted them to be exclusive with me but allow me to play around as I wanted to.

When you meet a woman like Paige, you hope that she is into sex. When that dream becomes reality, well, it just makes life that much better.

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It is always a difficult challenge to leave a beautiful female lying naked in bed at a five-star hotel, at any time, but I had to get a workout in each morning, or I just couldn’t perform.

I’m not talking about not being able to perform in bed, but in business and life.

When you don’t get enough sleep, it takes a toll.

You can get away with it one night, but you’ll pay the price by feeling like shit the next day.

Do it two days in a row, and well, you’re a dead man walking.

Even if the reason you didn’t get enough sleep was because you were fooling around and fucking, you will pay the piper. Even at 28, my age, lack of sleep and lack of exercise catches up with you.

Paige Spelling and I had been together for three nights and each night the after dinner, all night long, the sex got better and better.

But it took a toll.

As I crawled out of bed early that morning, I looked down at Paige, on her back, the sheets kicked off, leaving her near perfect female body completely available for my viewing pleasure.

I was tempted to get back into bed, and start teasing her large, untanned breasts, my mouth and lips and tongue focused on her erect, large, pink nipples, then my hands sliding down to her belly and womb, to her soft golden hair, where my dried cum and her juice was clumped in her wispy pubic hair.

My morning wood, already large and hard, throbbed at the sight of her.

I had a primal urge to take her, right then, but it passed.

But I couldn’t wake her. She had worked so hard with me these past few days as we turned around a failing business unit that she was responsible for.

I wouldn’t say she needed her beauty sleep, God knows she was already incredibly gorgeous, but she did need her rest because we still had a bit of work to do that morning and I needed her refreshed and recharged.

Paige and I had a lot of magnificent work together in Hong Kong.

While I worked out, I went through a mental checklist of all that we had accomplished:

We’d eliminated, reduced, or renegotiated every line on the company’s profit and loss statement to get costs down.

Office rent was down substantially, headcount, once bloated, was now just a handful of “A” players, travel expenses were now minimal.

As her boss I said to Paige that I preferred her to use Zoom or Teams whenever possible.

I cautioned Paige to travel as little as possible and when she had to, to fly business class and not first class. As for hotels, safety was the priority. If she had to pay more for a safer hotel, she should pay more!

Most importantly, I told her I wanted her to use the “buddy system” which meant she was always to travel, even locally, with someone so they could watch out for one another. There was safety in numbers.

I was relieved that she did not push back on me on these things.

I did not want her to fail in business and of course, I never wanted any harm to come to her.

Once I finished my workout, I picked up coffee for the two of us and went back to the suite.

When I returned about an hour later, Paige was still asleep.

She looked like an angel.

Hoping not to wake her, I pulled the covers up.

I left her alone and sat down with a cup of coffee and the day’s newspapers, reading quietly.

In just a few minutes, I heard her stirring, get out of bed, go into the bathroom, emerge, brush her teeth.

She walked into the living room of the suite, looking for me.

I lowered the paper, looked up, smiled, and said, “Good morning.”

She stretched; her nude body exposed to me.

As I looked at her, I was thinking not just how beautiful she was, but how willing she was to be touched.

I think I had kissed, licked, or rubbed every inch of her.

What I hadn’t gotten to last night I would later today.

I was still in lust.

How much did I sleep? I didn’t want to sleep, I just wanted to be with her.

She walked over in front of me, bent down and kissed me good morning.

Her ample breasts hung down and I resisted the urge to fondle them.

She looked at my coffee cup.

I said, pointing to the dresser, “I brought you coffee too.”

Paige looked at her coffee, looked at me and bent down again and kissed me with passion. Tongues played.

Holding my face in her hands, her breasts swaying, she smiled and simply said “Thank you for remembering I like it black.”

She made her coffee, had a few sips. I enjoyed the view.

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Please consider the preamble for Part 1 as an integral part of this episode. Also, as with most of my work, there is a lot of background and character building in the early stages. For this reason, some aspects of this part will be better understood by reading episodes in sequence.

This Part mainly covers Julie teaching Katie about tennis technique. There is a lot of coaching information, and a little more flirting and innuendo, but very little else.

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Title: Game Set & Match – Part 2: The First Lesson.

I arrived at the club at about 1:45pm on Wednesday afternoon, but apart from Sarah the club secretary, there was no-one else there. Sarah was probably in her mid thirties, maybe slightly older, tall and slender with very long blonde hair, and although she always followed the club rules of predominantly white skirt (or shorts for the men), white top and white tennis shoes, she always managed to dress evocatively.

Her rich, heady perfume filled the room with a fragrance clearly designed to turn heads, and I had often wondered why an obviously attractive woman like her never seemed to have loads of men hanging around her.

She seemed to spend all of her time at the club; in fact I couldn’t remember having ever been there when she wasn’t around. “Hello,” she greeted me brightly. “We don’t usually see you midweek. Come for half a game of singles have you?” she teased, acknowledging that I was alone.

“No,” I laughed. “I’m supposed to be meeting Julie here today.”

“Julie?” she questioned, a definite element of surprise in her voice. “Julie A*****?” she affirmed.

“Is that her name? I only know her as Julie,” I told her.

“Shoulder length deep auburn hair?” she asked.

“Yes. That’s right,” I replied brightly. “She said she’d help me with a few flaws in my game,” I told her.

Sarah’s expression changed to one of curious interest. I felt sure she was about to say something, then clearly changed her mind. “Well she’s a very experienced player,” she told me. “I’m sure she’ll be able to teach you no end of… interesting moves.” She seemed to be smirking slightly.

I looked at her, slightly puzzled. “I do hope so,” I replied innocently. “I’ve never been able to beat my regular partner, and I do so want to improve my game.”

“You usually partner with Lynne Hargreaves don’t you?”

“That’s right,” I confirmed.

“Why don’t you play in the doubles at all?” she asked. I had the feeling she was fishing for something. I knew that when Sarah played she only ever played doubles, but oddly enough she never seemed to have a regular partner. She would double up with almost anyone who happened to be around.

“Lynne never seems to want to play anything but singles,” I told her, a little sadly.

“That doesn’t mean that you can’t,” she smiled. She looked me up and down for a few moments. She seemed to be studying me. “Does this mean that Lynne might be free to play doubles with me now?” she asked.

I gave her a puzzled look. ‘What an odd question’ I thought. “I doubt it,” I told her. “As I said, she doesn’t seem to like doubles… but there’s no harm in asking is there,” I added with a smile.

“Well, I’m sure you’ll pick up a lot of new… tricks from… Oh! Talk of the devil. Here’s Julie now,” she said, nodding toward the door.

“Hello Katie,” Julie greeted me as I turned to see her closing the door behind her. “Sorry I’m late,” she apologised.

I glanced up at the clock. It was only just five minutes to two. “You’re not late at all,” I told her. “It’s me… I was way too early,” I told her with a slight laugh.

“You must be keen,” she laughed as she leaned forward to greet me, kissing my cheek.

“I am,” I confided softly. She slid an arm around my back and gave me an affectionate hug, holding me there for a good two or three seconds longer than I felt necessary.

“None of that in the clubhouse,” Sarah teased, with a cautionary wink to Julie.

“Come on,” Julie said, excitedly. “Let’s get out on the court and make a start.”

I picked up my bag and made for the door to the courts, and Julie followed.

“You lucky bitch,” I just managed to hear Sarah whisper. I turned back to see Julie smiling at her, opening her eyes wide and raising her eyebrows as she bit her bursa escort lip. The smile on her face was unmistakable, but I said nothing as Julie quickly skipped up to join me.

It was less than two minutes walk past the main courts to the practice area, and there was only one couple playing a match as we passed. I couldn’t remember having seen the woman on the far side of the court before, but I recognised the woman with her back to us. She was the same woman who had been sitting with Julie on the Saturday; the one who had been touching Julie’s arm so — encouragingly.

I looked up at Julie who seemed intent on looking straight ahead and not even acknowledging her. I would later learn that this was Daphne; Julie’s previous regular doubles partner, but I had to assume that something had happened between them to cause a rift.

“So!” Julie turned and smiled. “What would you like to work on first?” she asked, interrupting my thoughts as we walked on.

“I have no idea,” I told her. “Probably best if you treat me as a blank page. We can do whatever you like,” I said. She turned to look at me and I swear there was a peculiar hint of a smile that unnerved me slightly. “At the moment, all I want is to improve enough to beat that Lynne Hargreaves,” I added. I didn’t usually use her surname, but I found myself fuming every time I thought of her now, and I couldn’t hide the venom in my voice. I’d had four days to contemplate how she had been using me to boost her own ego, and every time I thought about it, it angered me more.

“Don’t be unkind,” Julie said softly, “and please try not to get too passionate about it either.” She could see my obvious frustration. “I’m sure she’s not a bad person. She has just been taught to dominate her partner.” She stopped and smiled kindly at me. “Me…” she went on, “I prefer to coax and nurture…” she paused, “to try to bring out the best.”

She slid an arm around my shoulders and for the first time I caught a decent whiff of her perfume; that light and subtle scent I had detected last weekend. I hadn’t noticed it before as we walked, and in the clubhouse it was completely obliterated by Sarah’s heady fragrance. I felt warm and comfortable as we walked on. “Just remember… if you let your anger get the better of you, it will turn back on you,” she told me.

“What does that mean?” I asked, genuinely confused.

“If you allow your emotions to come to a head, that’s when you make mistakes in your game.” She smiled, “But if you can remain calm, and focus on the point you’re playing and nothing else, everything else will fall into place.”

It made a lot of sense.

When we arrived at the court, we dropped our bags on the bench and she reached into a small pocket, pulling out an elasticised hair tie. She faced me as she gathered her beautiful shining reddish-brown mane behind her head, and wrapped the tie around it, pulling it back into a neat pony-tail. As she did so, she exposed a small area of pale shaven flesh under her arms, exciting me more than she could have imagined.

I felt embarrassed that it thrilled me so, but I could hardly tear my attention from it. The only thing that managed to divert my gaze slightly were the firm mounds of her exquisite breasts, seemingly pointing straight at me. Such a perfect size and so shapely, almost teasing me, inviting me to reach for them.

Julie smiled. I thought she might be disconcerted or bothered that I was watching her so closely, but she seemed unconcerned; as if she hadn’t even noticed, although I feel certain that she did. “What shall we start with then?” she asked, as she finished tying her hair.

“Like I said, I’ll do whatever you want,” I told her, purposely using an open innuendo. I think I was testing the water; trying to see if she would pick up on it. I felt inexplicably attracted to her. No… that’s completely the wrong word. There was nothing inexplicable about it. She was gorgeous and I had ‘always’ been attracted to other girls. She was a few years older than me but she was still a young woman and I found her dangerously enticing.

I was hoping and praying that she would like me the way I couldn’t help liking her. But I was afraid. I had never had any relationship with another girl before, in fact I’d never had much of a relationship with anyone before, and the very idea of it scared me. I really had no clue what I was doing. Suddenly I felt I shouldn’t be there. I wanted to run away, but that would be foolish. ‘Get a grip girl’, I thought. ‘She’s come here to help me with my tennis. That’s all,’ I told myself.

“OK,” she began, after tormenting my imagination with her lithe womanly charms for what seemed like an eternity, “Let’s knock a ball around for a few minutes and I’ll watch how well you move.”

“Fine,” I agreed, somewhat relieved that we were actually going to play some tennis after all.

She served the first ball underarm, and I hit it back quite fast, passing her about two feet away. “Sorry,” she called, with a laugh. “I didn’t realise we were having a match,” bursa escort bayan she joked.

“Sorry,” I replied. “I don’t often get to hit a ball I can reach easily.”

“That will change,” she said. “Don’t you ever have a knock-about with Lynne?” she asked.

“No, I can’t remember that ever happening,” I told her.

“Not even a warm-up?” She looked shocked.

“No,” I shook my head.

She dropped her gaze, shaking her head in apparent disbelief, the dark pony-tail gently lashing her neck, so soft and alluring. I couldn’t take my eyes off it. “Even the professionals have a warm-up. How could she expect you to ever find your rhythm?” she asked. It was a rhetorical question. “OK. Let’s just try to keep this going for as long as we can,” she said. “I want to see how you move.”

“What did you think when you watched Lynne and I play on Saturday?” I asked.

“To be completely honest, most of the points were over in one or two strokes. You didn’t get into a rally once.”

“True,” I agreed.

She served again and this time we kept the ball going for about ten strokes. “That was better. Let’s just keep doing that for a few minutes.”

We played a few short rallies before she stopped and came around to my side of the court. “Is something wrong?” I asked.

She smiled kindly. “Hmmm… Where do I start?” she said softly, her smile drawing my gaze to those full, inviting lips.

I was tempted to say, ‘anywhere you like’, but I felt way too shy to make a bold move like that.

“OK. Let’s start with your stroke. Keep still,” she said as she moved around behind me. She placed her right hand over mine and guided me, resting her left hand flat on my tummy, and immediately I began to feel a tingle in my body and butterflies in my tummy. She began swinging my arm, with the racquet, in slow clockwise sweeps. “How does that feel?” she asked.

“Fine,” I said, turning my head slightly toward hers. Her face was so close she could have kissed me, but she just smiled, her sweet, minty breath playing on my cheek.

“OK. One thing I noticed straight away is… you tend to chop at the ball, slicing it, which puts a back spin on it.” She looked straight at me, just inches from my face and I began to tingle again – down there, but she was still talking tennis. “That’s fine once now and then if you want to change the pace, or maybe if you’re out of court and you want a little more time to move to a central part…” she paused, looking at me again, “but if you do that all the time your opponent will come to expect it. Slowing the pace gives her an advantage too. It gives her time to get in position and whack the ball past you.

“The last downer is that the backspin can pull the ball down and into the net. If instead, you sweep the racquet upwards as you strike the ball, it tends to lift the ball over the net, plus it gives it a bit of top-spin and it flies faster.

“See?” she smiled, demonstrating.

I nodded. Her face was so close to mine and I was almost trembling.

“Next, your feet are all wrong.”

“They’re the only ones I have,” I joked.

She gave me a wry, pathetic look. “Come on sweetie… be serious,” she said, giving me a quick squeeze around the waist and pressing her cheek against my forehead.

She stepped away slightly. “Stand as if you’re ready to receive a service.” I just stood up straight with my racquet out to the right. “OK. Three things wrong here.”

“Three?” I echoed. She ignored my apparent surprise.

“First, you’re unstable.”

“Well, I’ve been called some things…” I laughed.

“Come on Katie. Be serious,” she reasoned. “We have a lot to get through.” She was beginning to sound like my mother.

“Sorry. How do you mean then?”

“Your feet are too close together, she said.

“Why?” I could see she thought I was challenging her, so I added. “How does that help?”

“With your feet apart, you can move off quickly in either direction. Try standing to attention, then launching yourself to the left or right quickly. It takes probably half a second longer to get moving. In that time the ball will probably have passed you.”

“Ohhh…”

“Next, your centre of gravity is too high. You need to crouch slightly. If you lower your centre of gravity you can push off with either leg very quickly.”

“Ohhh… Oh. I see,” I smiled.

“Want to see the difference?” she asked.

“OK,” I agreed, uncertainly.

“Right. Stand your old way, as if you’re ready to receive.” I stood straight up with my feet about six inches apart. She moved to my side and gave my shoulder a push. I toppled, staggering to keep myself from falling.

“Why did you do that?”

“You’re unstable,” she repeated. “Now stand with your feet apart as I told you.” I did as she instructed and she pushed me again with the same force. There was little or no effect. She pushed harder, and still I was able to resist falling. I turned and smiled.

“You see? Now let’s try the crouch.” escort bursa She went back to her side of the net. “I’m going to serve a ball about six feet to your right. Prepare to receive it your old way.”

I stood as before and watched her toss the ball high in the air. Her head went back and I was fascinated with her beautiful slender neck, the firm, full breasts reaching up, and that lovely clean bare underarm, but I knew I should be concentrating. She took a swing at the ball, which shot past me before I could move.

“Weren’t you ready?” she called. I could have sworn she was smirking.

“Sorry,” I called back. “I think I was distracted,” I added with a little bashful smile.” Can we do it again?”

“As many times as it takes,” she smiled, tossing another ball up. This time I was paying attention. It followed almost exactly the same flight path, but this time I was there. I got my racquet close but it was just out of reach.

“OK. That was good. Now try the way I showed you. Feet apart and crouch.” She served again, and for the third time an almost identical service. This time I was off like a shot. I returned it but it went out.

“Oh…” I sighed.

“What’s wrong? That was good wasn’t it?”

“I put it out,” I whined.

“But you got it back. We can work on the accuracy later. That’s good Katie. That’s really good. Can you see the difference?”

I had to admit that I found it much easier to reach, and it was easily as fast as one of Lynne’s serves.

“How did you manage to hit it in the same place every time?” I asked.

“Don’t worry about that for now. We’ll work on your service another week,” she smiled. “How long have we been out here?” she asked.

I thought it a bit of a random question but I replied, “Oh. Probably fifteen minutes I guess?”

“And already you’re seeing an improvement,” she said, a certain satisfaction in her manner.

“Yes. You’re right,” I agreed.

“OK, look. We’ll give it an hour and then take a rest. Are you OK for an hour today. There’s a lot we need to work on.”

I nodded. “A bit longer if we need it,” I offered.

“Good. The next thing is… you’re holding the racquet ready to return with a forehand.”

“That’s my best shot?” I reasoned.

“Probably so,” she replied, “but after a few points your opponent will know that too, and very likely serve to your backhand. It may take you another half second to get your racquet into position, by which time the ball is long gone.”

“Ohhh…” I groaned.

“Don’t be downhearted Katie. These are all things we can fix with a little work,” she smiled.

“OK. What’s the third thing?” I asked.

“It’s your grip sweetie, but we’ll skip that for now. I’m going to make you work up a sweat today my love.” She called me ‘My love.’ I was thrilled. “Let’s have a run around now. Keep the ball moving. Don’t worry if it goes out. Just keep returning it.”

She served underarm and we hit the ball back and forth for what seemed like an eternity, but in truth it was only about five minutes. Each time I dropped a ball (she rarely missed it), she would call out things like, ‘Keep it going – Try not to stop – I don’t want you to rest yet.’

Finally she caught the ball and we stopped. “OK… she said, Take a rest now.” I dropped my racquet to the ground and leaned over, resting my hands on my knees, gasping for air.

She strolled over to me and put a comforting hand on my back, just below my neck. “Are you OK sweetie?” she asked, smiling kindly.

I just looked up, panting, and I nodded, unable to speak for a moment. She hardly looked out of breath. “How come… you’re… not tired?” I managed to gasp as she rubbed my back gently. It felt good.

She laughed softly. “It was a lesson in kind sweetie. You were doing all the running,” she told me. “You were concentrating so hard on returning the ball, you weren’t aiming it. It came straight back to me each time so that made it easy for me. I didn’t have to run, so I’m not out of breath.”

I had recovered enough to raise myself, and I stared at her in amazement. I was about to speak when she said, “Don’t be upset. It was just a necessary practical example. You’ll build your stamina as we go on, but you need to see for yourself how easily a skilled opponent can quickly wear you down.”

I looked at her sideways, but I had to accept that what she said was true. We walked over to the bench as she went on. “One game like that, even just a couple of points, could tire you so much, it could lose you an entire set, possibly even the match.”

“I hadn’t realised that learning could be so exhausting,” I said as we sat down together and she put an encouraging arm around my shoulders to comfort me. She seemed to be holding me for rather longer than necessary, and while I didn’t mind, I felt it a little uncomfortable in case anyone should see us. It was then that I really noticed her perfume, such a faint, subtle scent in the outside air, yet so alluring.

“Oh…” she said mysteriously, “I have lots more things in store to tire ‘you’ sweetie,” she said, turning to face me and giving my shoulders an affectionate hug. Her thumb idly caressed the top of my shoulder close to my neck and I closed my eyes. I felt whacked but I was in heaven.

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Looking in through the window I was fill with rage and loathing. That stupid husband of my favorite pony Princess was having his way with her. I couldn’t believe it when Princess left my pasture for him. Ran off and got herself hitched, not to a cart but married. Princess, my sweet filly whose pretty pussy gleamed as shiny as her mane, was now eating his cock instead if my cunt. I call myself Rancher Jane and I’m here to nab me a horse-thief.

Princess and that horse-stealing bastard left the room, wine glasses still on the table. He should know better then to get princess drunk, it ruins her coordination. I slip in through the widows and pour just a little tranquilizer in the cups and after a few short waves of the glass, it disappears. I grin, he’s gonna regret crossing old Jane.

I slip out the way I slipped in, with nothing but a whisper as the window closes. They walk back in and, giggling, sip at the wine. I’m pleased, Princess will be back in my stables again real soon and that arrogant ass will be tied to a gallows and hung like all good horse-thieves. It was a good tranquilizer and they are asleep before he can further violate Princess’ shaved pussy. I sneak in, tie them both up and after wrapping them in a sheet, I throw them in my truck. I got her back but now I gotta make sure she never does it again.

Back at the stables, the fillies and stallions are restless. They see Princess as I’m tying up the rustler. The sagging pose puts pressure on him neck until he finally wakes up with a bit of help from the bucket of ice cold water I throw on him. He’s coughing and sputtering and oh man is he mad. As he yells his meaningless threats and curses up a storm I carefully take Princess out and redress her in he pony attire, she has always been such a tender filly.

I could tranquilize her with a fifth of whiskey and she’d be out for hours. I carefully brush her down and carry her back to her stall to wait for her to wake up.

He’s still screaming, he has no respect for the fact that Princess is sleeping. I walk over and stuff a dirty horse-rag in his mouth and then quicker then you can say Jackrabbit, duct tape covers his mouth so now there’s only muffles yelling.

“You stole my Princess you rustler and now you’ve got to pay the price. She’s mine, I bought that horse flesh and no no-good stealing bastard is going to take her from me now shut the hell up cause if you wake her then you’ll wish you never souped your mama’s crotch.”

I hear her starting to stir so I hope down and walk to her stall. She’s confused and tries to talk but the bit takes care of that.

“Good morning sunshine, you sure gave me a rough night but don’t you worry baby girl, Rancher Jane got bursa escort you home safe and sound. Now now come on pretty girl, I know the tranquilizer was hard on you, such a sensitive girl. Now get up, Old Jane’s got you some food coming. We’ll deal with this horse thief in a bit baby girl.”

I made a few more reassuring sounds before going to get her some nice hot mash, she’s not grateful yet but she’ll adjust. I kick the stool under the bastards feet a bit just to tease him before feeding my Princess. She kept glancing nervously at him as she ate, “Don’t worry honey”, I crooned at her,”we’ll take care of him later. For now we need to get you some proper exercise, looking at those flanks I’d say he hasn’t even taken you for a walk. That stupid thief, can’t even take care of my Princess.” I led her out to the wheel and tied her in right and pretty.

“Oops, baby, one more thing. No horse is complete without her tail.” I fetched her tail out of my pack. It was pretty and made from her very own mane. I had it packed into a lovely, thick new soft-skin butt plug. She let out a nervous whiny as she felt the soft plug touch her anus. I stroked her flanks as I pressed it in. She took it as though she had never been without it with a slight suction sound as I wiggled it to make sure it was in proper.

Her sweet pussy was filmed in juice, I leaned down and swabbed her with my tongue, it felt good to taste Princess again, I could feel myself getting all wet at the sweet honey-flavor and musky scent. I began to lick her sweet cunt, not wanting any to go to waste. I could feel her shaking a little as I took her lovely little cl-it into my mouth. I was in heaven, I sucked her cl-it and tongued her pussy lips before working my way into her sweet hole. My tongue flicked in and out of her. She snorted and whinnied with pleasure, I knew she missed old Jane.I licked her cl-it to hole faster she began to shake harder with the onset of an orgasm. I tongue-rammed her pussy until I got what I wanted, a mouth full of sweet pussy juice. Won’t that Rustler hate me.

I gave Princess a swift smack with my riding crop got her moving and I walked back inside to gloat. I rubbed her cunt juice on his nose and cut off his house pants leaving him stark naked, I took out my flogger and began to berate him.

With every other word I spoke I tore in to his skin. I love the sound of my toys ripping into a man’s flesh, it got me real horny. I told him that after Princess was done I would fuck her right in front of him and he would hear her loving it, then he was going to be strangled to death at the old oak a mile out of the barn.

He was red, blistered and bleeding, still I thrashed him more. With every escort bursa blow I tore further into his body. He was well muscled and strong, it would be a shame to let him die but Rustler’s need to be taught a lesson.

I left him there, angry, bleeding, and butt naked, to go and get my filly. She screamed at the sight of him, she struggled to get to him but I told her how much I’d hate to lash her and she settled down. I took her over to the stocks I kept in the middle of the barn and fastened her in. He had a clear view of her from the side as I started. I put her nipple rings back in and attached the floor-bound chains to them.

Next I rubbed her down to get the sweat off her and after toweling her off I set to licking her sweet, sweaty pussy, the only thing I didn’t wash.

I could hear her sobbing, and her body quivered, it was so good. Her pussy dripped sex juice. I lapped it up and worked on her cl-it again. I sucked and licked her cl-it until she was all lubed up. I stuck my crop up her cunt and began to fuck her with it as I reached into my pack for her electrode cl-it ring.

I let go of the crop to put the ring into place. Then, using the control, I turned it on to vibrate. She snorted and whinnied, so I took the crop out and put on the strap-on. It was such a turn on to slide it into Princess’ tight cunt and began to fuck her hard.

“So, my little princess wants some cock huh? Huh baby girl, did Miss Pris need some cock baby. I can give you cock. I can fuck you better then him.” I smacked her glistening ass while I rammed my cock into her sloppy cunt. “You never run off again you little filly or I’ll have to put you on work detail. You wanted cock baby, or did you want a foul of your very own? I can breed you baby, to the finest stock. I can do everything he can do.”

I slammed my rubber cock up her harder, turning the power to her cl-it ring up as I went. The nipple rings I had chained to the floor were shaking hard as I banged my filly harder.

“Look Princess, you man’s cock is hard as a rock. I suppose I should let him fuck your cunt to, last request and all, but I think he’s had enough Princess cunt seeing as you two went and got hitched up together.” My anger returned as I slammed her hard, I could hear her crying but she still seemed to like it. She came hard, like a rocket ship, she squirted all over me. I pulled the table out and placed it right in front of her face. I stripped down naked and lay down in front of her, legs spread, it was time for her to suck me off.

“Suck it real good and I may just let him live for awhile longer Princess, lick my soaked cunt. Suck it like you sucked his cock when I saw him face-fucking my filly.”

She bursa escort bayan lapped at my cunt cleaning off my cunt lips first and working her way in, just like she knows I love it.” She even got that little patch of pubic hair I keep. Then, my cl-it was slurped. She sucked hard and the lapped at it, snorting while my cl-it was between her teeth.

Then she used her long tongue to lick my asshole, rimming me and probing my anus with her head bobbing for me. Then back to my cunt-hole, she sucked the juices out, tongue-fucked me then slurped some more, each time she returned to my anus for further probing. I decided to teach her a lesson.

I got up and let one of my stallions out, a large-cocked black stallion named Eddy-boy. I hooked him up to the stocks and told him to fuck Princess since she needs cock so badly that she’ll run off to any old stallion to get it.

I then walked over and sucked The rustler’s cock, “I suddenly feel like some cock to, lets see why Princess wanted this one.

He roared angry-like as I sucked him, he had a 14 inch cock only one inch shorter then Eddy-boy but so much thicker, I needed both hands to face-fuck this monster cock.

I turned around and stuck it up my horny-as-hell cunt and started fucking it. Oh my god, it was so hard and good. He hit all the right spots and filled me up so good I thought I would split in half.

I rode him hard, slamming hard against him to get myself off. Oh man it felt good, his hard cock rammed awesomely well. I needed to try it up my ass.

It was well lubed after the tongue-lashing I got from Princess but his cock still needed to work to get all the way up my ass. He couldn’t help but to hump back as I slammed his large cock into my bowels. He fucked my ass like a pro, grunting and sweating. No wonder Princess ran off with him, he would make me a bundle on stud service.

He came up my ass with om much cum it was leaking out. It felt like gallons as he shot his load so far up my ass I could taste it in the back of my throat.

I got off his still hard cock and laid down in front of Princess, “Your stallion is a stud. Lick his cum outta Jane’s ass would you Princess, suck it out with your mouth and eat it.” She did her job and she did it well, she suction-cupped her mouth to my ass and it felt like a vacuum as she sucked cum and swallowed it.

She cleaned out my ass and the licked it off my ass. I was all clean and Eddy was satisfied but now it was time to hang the rustler out at the old oak tree. I was looking forward to it.

I got Eddy-boy all harnessed up as well as another stallion named Patches.

Princess back in her harness and was detached from the floor.

I chained the rustler up to the three horses before letting the rope down and we escorted him out of the barn down the long road to the oak.

I’ll see him squirming real soon. Now that I got Princess, I’ll get him to.

TO BE CONTINUED…

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My wife Joanne’s hyper-sexuality is an aphrodisiac for me. She is the best thing that ever happened to me. I am happy to trade fidelity for the awesome ménage-a-trois she let me share with her friend and lover, Karen.

Unfortunately, that was a one-time thing, but lasted throughout a week-long vacation away from kids, work, and our mundane daily life.

Joanne is blonde, blue-eyed, full bodied, sexy, and happily married to me, Donnie, and our three rugrats.

Karen is raven haired, dark skinned, and dark eyed, petite, athletic, sultry, and exotic. Though both ladies claim to be predominantly hetero, they have been lovers for years, spending hours at a time chatting on the phone and meeting for dinner about once a month.

Sex is strongly correlated with food for the girls; they always hook up after eating. At the end of the evening, Joanne comes home to me still in the throes of passion. I look forward to their dates.

Karen and Joanne hate to admit it, but they’re getting older. Not the young urban professionals anymore, they fit the definition of a MILF and a cougar, Karen over forty and Joanne pushing fifty with the laugh lines, muffin tops, and grey hair to prove it.

One of their primary topics of conversation is Karen’s biological clock rapidly approaching midnight and the man of her dreams nowhere on the horizon.

Thus, Jo stifles her storytelling about me and the kids. Karen not only doesn’t want to hear about the joy in Jo-Jo’s life, she also doesn’t want any advice.

“I’m miserable and I just want to vent,” Karen acknowledges. So Joanne just listens.

The pair were rarely demonstrative in public and rarely drove together to a restaurant, usually meeting at the door.

Tonight, however, Karen picked up Joanne at the office and chauffeured her to the posh restaurant at the Harriot Hotel.

Jo-Jo girl teased her friend while riding in the car, grabbing her knee, walking her fingers under the hem of her skirt, pinching the tip of her breast, and licking the flesh of her neck. The friends were horny by the time they got to the Bistro.

The ladies took drinks at the bar awaiting a table. “I already booked us a room,” Karen informed Joanne. “I’m going to lick your pussy.”

My wife downed a shot of tequila and a beer. “Well, I’m going to lick yours as a matter of fact,” Jo replied and ordered another round of drinks.

Karen sipped her vodka tonic, picked out the slice of lime, and bit it. “I’m gonna bite your nipple just like that.”

Jo laughed theatrically. “Ha-ha-ha! I’m gonna lick you tight little ass and then I’m gonna finger-fuck your asshole.”

Karen smiled and nuzzled against Joey’s shoulder. “I’m gonna suck those big, fat, juicy tits of yours. What do you think about that, huh?”

Somewhat out of character, Joanne turned and kissed Karen softly with her caramel-colored lips. The male bartender noticed and stared at Jo while spraying seltzer into a glass. She didn’t know whether he was aroused or disapproved.

The cunt-teasing routine continued at their table as did their consuming of alcohol. Jo wagged her tongue and chirped, “I’m gonna push your little button and chew on your little clitty at the same time.”

“You don’t say?” Karen chided. “Well, I’m gonna tickle your clit and suck on your pussy lips till you come all over my face…Did you wax your cunt, honey?”

“No way!” Joanne waved her hand. “I love it when you get my pubies stuck between your teeth.”

The girls’ bawdry banter was interrupted by the waiter’s introduction: “My name is Joachim and I’ll be your server tonight.”

Joachim was tall, broad shouldered, and lean. He had honey colored skin and a slight trace of an accent to his soft, low voice.

His bursa escort whole face smiled when he spoke. He wore a white shirt and black slacks, the Harriot Bistro’s uniform, and his arm muscles rippled as he filled the ladies’ water glasses from an ice-filled pitcher.

Joachim had a nice bundle in front and a taut package in back. Joanne watched in amusement as Karen studied him walking away.

“Jesus-fucking-Christ!” Karen cursed. “I haven’t had sex with a man in like two years.” Joanne and I had tried more than once to set her up with friend of a friend and it never clicked. Jo shut up and listened. “You’ve got Donnie whenever you want him…I’m afraid I’m gonna dry up.”

“Do you want me to bring Donnie next time?” Jo-Jo asked half-heartedly. Karen was an honorary aunt to the kids and our threesome felt a little incestuous.

Looking wrinkled and haggard, Karen shook her head no. “That’s not really fair to you.”

Then Joachim brought out their appetizers. Karen looked up at him, but kept her head at his groin level. When she caught his eye, she winked at him. He blushed and hurried away.

“You little slut,” Joanne said, playfully slapping Karen’s hand. “You have the hots for him. He’s no more than a child.”

“He’s a Latin hunk,” Karen declared, forking salad into her mouth.

“Do you wanna get it on with him?” Jo asked, tentatively poking at her fried mozzarella sticks.

“Let’s seduce him.”

Joanne was hurt. “Don’t you want me?”

Karen smiled and wrapped her hands around Joanne’s. “Sure, I do,” she said with a forced smile. “But I want cock, too.”

“Okay, so how do we get Joachim into our clutches?”

Karen unsnapped the top button of her blouse. “Show him a little tit. Speak to him in a deep and sexy voice … and if that doesn’t work, I’ll grab his ass,”

Joanne laughed as much at what Karen said as Joachim’s unexpected arrival at the table with their entrees. Karen started right in, showing off cleavage as he ground fresh pepper from a hand-cranked mill over her sautéed veggies.

She said thank-you with a touch on his arm. Joanne went further, extending her arm around the man-child’s waist and patting gently, just above his beltline. “He’s getting the hint, don’t you think?”

The subtle approach ended when he brought the pair their dessert. Karen took Joachin’s tawny hand, lifted it to her lips, kissed the inside of his palm, and slid his forefinger between her purple lips.

She looked up at him with wide bedroom eyes and said, “Do ladies who dine here get to suck your cock after dinner?”

“Excuse me!” he stammered, looking around nervously.

Joanne reached from behind and goosed his ass with her thumb. “She’s just asking a simple question, boy.”

The ladies laughed and Joachim forced a chuckle. A few minutes later, Karen slipped him the key card with her credit card and wrote the room number on the bill, circled it, along with a $100 tip for a $75 tab. Joanne and Karen went upstairs to the room and waited for a knock on the door.

Joanne, my brainy wifey, was anxious with anticipation. When Karen trotted to the bathroom, Jo lifted her dress, pulled off her panties, and reclined on top of the bed, dithering her clit.

“Can’t you wait?” Karen shouted with a laugh. She pressed her knees on the edge of the bed, swung a hank of hair over her shoulder and held it, as she lowered her lips to Jo’s neatly trimmed bush.

Jo-Jo played with herself while Karen tongued up and down her slippery slit. Then Jo crooned, “Oh, Kay-Kay,” as her friend bared her wiry bottom, swung around, and lowered her pussy over my wife’s pretty face.

Venus tasted of coconut, flowers, and an athlete’s fresh sweat. Joanne’s V tasted of creamy escort bursa soap, unscented skin cream, and fertile musk. Karen slurped, Joanne sucked, and both girls rocked and danced … till there was a knock on the door.

Karen bounced up, adjusting her dress with a flourish, and greeted Joachim at the door. He brought a bottle of Chablis and wore an unbuttoned white shirt, black slacks, and a self-confident smile.

Karen took the wine bottle, set it on the nightstand, and wrapped her arms around the back of his neck. “Tu eres caliente,” she said and covered his mouth with hers. They locked in an undulating kiss for a full minute, as Jo watched Karen humping and rubbing against Joachim.

When Karen released Joachim from her clutches, Jo-Jo took over and planted crisp, wet kisses all over his slightly grainy chin, cheeks, and upper lip.

He tasted like after-shave. The love of my life fluttered her tongue and plunged it into his opened mouth while fondling his protruding cock and balls.

A man of few words, Joachim simply smiled through the next few minutes as the two mature vixens elaborately undressed him, one piece of clothing at a time.

By the time they stripped him down to his striped boxers, my honey of a wife untethered her great globes and presented them to him like precious gifts.

He furiously suckled Joey’s swollen red nipples while Kay yanked down his drawers and popped out his manhood. She caressed his long hard dick and covered its curved shaft with kissed. Her purple-colored lipstick glistened as she smooched his tip, shaft, and testicles.

She wrapped her lips around the head of his penis and tickled the tiny opening with the tip of her tongue. Joachim groaned with pleasure, even as he squeezed my slutty wife’s extra-large nipples between his teeth.

“I wanna eat some of that cock,” Jo whined in baby-talk.

“Your turn!” Karen conceded and moved aside for Joanne to clamp onto the younger man’s darkly fleshy member with a hand on the shaft and the upper half in her mouth.

“Hmm-hmm-hmm,” she hummed. She sucked on him hard and noisily and Kay-Kay licked his groin, abs, thighs, and buttocks, letting her hand drift toward Jo-Jo’s face to feel her cheeks puffing in and out.

“He’s bigger than Donnie, isn’t he?” Jo widened her eyes and nodded to Karen signifying agreement. The guy’s instrument was a good nine inches and fatter at the base than the middle, where a clump of skin extended to the crown, which Joanne sifted between her front teeth. The curvature of his cock looked like a scimitar.

Before their fine young stud came, the girlfriends took turns licking his ass and sucking his rod. Joachim shot his sticky cream in Karen’s mouth first, then on her chin and Joanne’s boob before shooting a stream at her waiting tongue.

The ladies followed their opening act by lying nude on the bed and pouring Chablis over each other’s breasts, tummies, arms, legs, thighs, and mounds of Venus. On command, the hearty Latin lover alternately went down on Joey’s bushy twat and Kay’s hairless waxed snatch.

I wonder if Joachim noticed how my wife’s vagina was larger and more muscular—she has so much control she can practically pucker up and kiss me with her cunt lips. Karen’s blooming flower was tighter, but juicier, and her legs were powerful enough to hold herself up and fuck your wiener without moving a muscle above her waist.

The female lovers kissed and played with one another’s titties while their server worshiped them with his tongue, lips, and fingers. The ladies signaled him when it was time to switch cunts.

Karen issued orders so that the eager boy knew where to lick and how, whereas Joanne, the motherly one, uttering words of encouragement. bursa escort bayan

“That’s it … Nice! … Oh, yeah, keep doin’ that …” When Jo came, she sank her teeth into Karen’s shoulder and grabbed a handful of Joachim’s hair.

While Karen soaked Joachim’s long-necked goose in the last drops of wine, Joanne retrieved two wrapped condoms from her handbag. He mounted Karen after wrapping his dick in the latex and began a hard, rapid thrusting into her vee.

She lifted her legs toward the ceiling and Joanne climbed onto the kid’s back. She trapped him between her knees and rubbed her sopping vagina against his arse while he banged her lover girl. Joachim removed his sheath and handed it to Kay, who slurped its contents with relish and tossed it in the wastebasket. Joanne unwrapped the second rubber and told their boy toy she wanted it from behind.

My lusty spouse rose from the bed and leaned against the dresser, wiggling her plump and dimpled ass. Joachim grabbed hold of her like a male dog mounting his bitch, and she reached behind her butt and between legs to pull his erect lance into her sweet pink cushion. Her bulbous tits and the flab from her belly jiggled wildly as the Harriot Bistro’s handsomest waiter drilled her cock for so long that Karen slithered on the floor beneath them and played with milady’s breasts after masturbating herself to an orgasm while watching them fuck.

Finally, after my baby let her newly found dream lover move his cock from her cunt to her anus and back again, he rubbed her vagina raw with his hurricane force eruption. Three sweaty, stinking, exhausted bodies sprawled on the bed and made small talk until Joachim got the message it was time for him to go. My wife and her best friend kissed him goodnight and he gave these two classy broads grateful hugs at the door.

Although it was much later than their usual girls’ nights out, a little past one o’clock, Karen told Joanne she needed some more loving touches. They entwined their legs and scissored till the voluptuous one and her athletic friend sang the lyrics of their orgasms.

“Was this the best night ever, or what?” Karen ventured as she pulled up her undies.

“We never hooked up with a perfect stranger before,” Joanne said, hooking up her bra.

“Could we ever top that, do you think?” Karen wondered as she draped her little black dress over her shoulders.

“Maybe I could have a threesome with Donnie and Joachim sometime,” my wife suggested with a dreamy look in her eyes.

“Paul would never go for that, would he?”

Jo-Jo smirked, “Probably not!” Then they switched off the lights and left.

That night I was disappointed Joey came home so late. I was asleep and missed my usual helping of sloppy seconds. I crave Karen’s delicious leftovers.

I woke up at five in the morning and scooted under the sheets to inspect my wife’s bottom parts. I slipped down her clean underpants and sniffed her thighs, cunt, and ass. She smelled gamey, almost like she was bathed in masculine odor. I licked her ass crack, but she was so deeply in slumber she never flinched. So I gave up and wacked off into my jockeys.

Two weeks later, Joanne and I had a night out. Jo suggested a “new place,” the Bistro at the Harriot Hotel. She was especially affectionate as we drove there and started to get frisky, almost lewd, as we had drinks at the bar, waiting for a table.

The hostess showed us to a cozy booth in the back. “I have a surprise for you.” Jo smiled sly. “I got us a room.”

I smiled, pleased at her initiative. “So we can eat, drink, and make nooky!”

“There’s a condition, though.” I noticed Jo-Jo had taken off her shawl-like sweater, showing off her luscious cleavage. “You have to give the waiter our room key card and a hundred dollar tip.”

“Why?” I didn’t get it.

“You’ll see,” Joey promised coyly.

Then he appeared, smiling luminously. “My name is Joachim and I’ll be your server tonight.”

THE END

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As a tall, semi-attractive man with a crooked smile strode in her direction, Shandy’s heart palpitated. She wanted someone to ask her to dance, just once, and she’d go home satisfied. But it didn’t seem like tonight was going to be her night. She’d failed miserably at attracting anyone, despite her efforts. And as she held out her last hope for the gangly stranger, he stepped right past her and into the arms of a chubby redhead, who giggled so loudly Shandy could hear it over the pulsating music.

With her hopes, fell her shoulders, and she decided it was time to call it a night. Trudging away from the edge of the dance floor and all the multicolored flashing lights, she stopped off at the bar, dropping down onto an empty stool and waiting for the bartender to notice her. She told herself it was probably a fruitless effort; no one else had noticed her tonight. But she’d come out to have a good time.

Shandy could at least enjoy a drink.

It seemed like even the bartender wasn’t going to pay her any attention as she sat on a stool at the end of bar, waiting to order. “You look positively glum.” The voice held a hint of amusement, and Shandy turned to see a tall, thin girl sliding onto the barstool next to her. She was adorable, with a cute little nose that barely turned up at the end and a pixie cut she’d obviously colored to get a mixture of reds, browns, and blonds. She smiled at Shandy, who offered a half-hearted smile back.

“I just expected tonight to be a little more fun than it has been, that’s all.” Even to her own ears, she sounded like Eeyore. Nobody noticed me. I lost my tail again. With a sigh, she sat up a little straighter. “What does it take to get noticed around here?”

The girl laughed, it had the quality of tinkling bells to it. Maybe this girl was a pixie. “I’m not sure, but I definitely noticed you. Were you waiting on a drink?”

Shandy tried not to blush or sound too pathetic. “I was still waiting to order one.”

The girl looked utterly offended and stood, shouting at the bartender. “Hey, Landon, are you gonna take care of my girl over here or what?” The bartender, whose name was apparently Landon, saluted her and started toward them.

He raised an eyebrow at Shandy, who stuttered, “Crown and Diet, please.”

Her new ‘friend’ gave him a shit-eating grin and a wink. “Make that two, on my tab.” He nodded silently and turned to work as the girl sat back down and offered a hand to Shandy. “I’m Trina.”

“My name’s Shandy. Nice to meet you.” She shook Trina’s hand, noticing how thin and birdlike she was. Her fingers were long, and her grip held strength, but she looked almost frail. “I take it you come here a lot.”

Trina shrugged. “From time to time. I used to be here all the time. Landon’s been working here since the Middle Ages, so we go way back. But I haven’t been here in months. Is this your first time out?”

Shandy nodded, thinking longingly of the clubs back home, the tiny little bar down the street with karaoke three nights a week and the retro club a few blocks away. She’d frequented those and felt comfortable, never looking to get noticed and not worrying that she didn’t have any friends. Why she’d moved here, she wasn’t sure, other than to start over and get out of the small town life. “I’ve only lived here about a month. I don’t really even know anyone yet, except a couple of people I work with. And none of them seem to want to go out anywhere, except lunch.”

As Landon sat their drinks in front of them, Trina pulled a cell phone out of her back pocket. “Well, Shandy, let me be your first friend in town. Give me your number, and I’ll text you so you have mine. Then, tomorrow, I’ll give you a call and show you around the city. We can do dinner, and then we’ll go to a couple of clubs I know that are a little more fun than this old dive.”

Not used to the kindness of a stranger, Shandy hesitated for a moment, but Trina seemed so nice, and she was so grateful to finally have someone to talk to that she nodded and recited her number. She waited as Trina sent the text, feeling her phone buzz in her bra as it came through. “Thank you, Trina. I’ve felt bursa escort so out of place.”

Trina shrugged and gave her that winning smile that made her green eyes twinkle. “We all have. Don’t worry about it. We’ll find your place here together.” They finished their drinks and chatted, and Shandy said goodnight, only half expecting to actually hear from her again. But at least her night hadn’t been a complete failure.

So when her phone rang at noon the next day, she was shocked. She met Trina downtown late afternoon, and they explored the city, with Trina giving a running commentary on the history and neighborhoods. They laughed all afternoon and even talked about their own pasts.

Trina took her to a little hole in the wall Thai restaurant, and Shandy ventured out of her comfort zone to try a new dish, loving every bite of it. By the time they hit a club, Shandy felt like she’d known Trina for years. The little pixie girl really knew how to make you feel comfortable in your own skin, even when you didn’t feel like you belonged.

The club was very different from the one Shandy had been at the night before, and she frowned as she looked around. Trina disappeared, sidling up to the bar and ordering them each a Crown and Diet, and by the time she returned, Shandy needed the alcohol. She wanted to ask about the crowd, but she suddenly had a strange feeling and didn’t want to sound offended — or offensive.

But the more she saw, the more suspicious she became. Most of the couples were same-sex, and when Trina began greeting several of the other people and introducing her to these friends, there was no more question in her mind. Apparently, Trina had considered this a date.

“What’s wrong?” Trina asked over the din of the music. Shandy shook her head, but Trina took her elbow and pulled her aside. “Come on, Shandy, you’ve been laughing and relaxed all day. Now, all of a sudden, you’re tense and look like you’re afraid you’re going to catch Anthrax or something. What are you going through right now?”

Suddenly miserable and afraid she’d lose the only friend she had, Shandy didn’t want to say anything, but she also didn’t want to lead Trina on and make her think…

“Trina, this is a gay bar.”

Trina laughed. “You think? They tend to be a little more comfortable and welcoming than most other bars. It’s a cultural thing.”

Shandy shook her head, feeling bile rise in her throat. “But I’m not a lesbian, Trina.”

The beautiful smile she wore faded but not the sparkle in her eyes. “I didn’t figure you were. But most girls are hetero-flexible. I mean, tell me you didn’t feel something spark last night between us.” As she spoke, Trina stepped so close to her that their bodies nearly touched, and she could feel Trina’s breath light across her cheek. Shandy’s heart thundered in her chest, speeding and making her breath come in pants.

It wasn’t that Trina wasn’t attractive. In fact, that was one of the first thoughts she’d had when the pixie girl had come around last night. But she couldn’t imagine what it would be like to be with another girl. Hell, she had limited experience with men, and none of those relationships had gone anywhere.

She would have protested, but Trina cupped the back of her neck with one hand and brushed her lips over Shandy’s, ever so lightly, making them tingle and sending butterflies swimming through her stomach. The softness was so very different than kissing a man, and something about it resonated with her.

Maybe at least kissing a girl wasn’t so bad at all.

When Trina pulled back, she kept her hand on Shandy’s neck, searching her face for a response. Shandy knew she was wide-eyed and taken aback, and she couldn’t form words, couldn’t really give Trina anything to work with. But apparently, her expression spoke volumes because the smile came back full force, lighting up Trina’s entire face, and she nodded toward the gyrating crowd. “Come on, let’s dance.”

That Shandy had done before. She’d danced in the past with other girls, when they’d gone out as a group, but this was different, and she could feel a tension building between them as escort bursa they moved closer and closer together on the dance floor. It reminded her of the time she’d actually gone dancing with a guy back home, and they’d spent hours moving together. Shandy had built up a ton of excitement, only to be disappointed at the end of the night when he turned out to be gay.

Somehow, though, having kissed Trina and knowing her new friend was attracted to her, made the feeling even more intense. And it only increased as Trina’s hands roamed her body, alternating between gentle caresses and forceful tugs that pressed their bodies together. Shandy didn’t know how long they’d been dancing when Trina leaned in from behind her and breathed in her ear, “You want to get out of here?”

For just a moment, Shandy froze, not sure what was going to happen next. But with Trina’s mouth pressed to her ear and her hands resting on Shandy’s hips, a shiver of delight coursed down Shandy’s spine, and she heard herself answering, “I’m ready if you are.”

There was no discussion, no talking at all as they left and climbed in Trina’s little red car. In fact, Shandy was one big ball of nerves and said nothing at all the entire ride, realizing instantly they weren’t headed to her place. That could only mean they were going to Trina’s.

A few blocks away, Trina spoke, sounding a bit nervous herself. “So, my roommate, Brooke, is out of town for the next three days. It’s pretty quiet around my place when it’s just me, but it’s kind of nice, you know?”

Shandy nodded, not trusting her voice just yet. Her hands shook, and her stomach churned as she followed Trina up two flights of stairs to a third floor apartment. Inside, Trina motioned vaguely around her. “So, this is it. Very small, very humble.”

“It’s a nice place,” Shandy told her, wishing she had décor and comfortable, used furniture for her own place. She was still using a bean bag chair and had bare walls. She stood, wringing her hands, until Trina reached and gently took one of them in her own. “My room is this way.” Slowly, she led Shandy down a short hall into a small, dark room, decorated in blues and greens. As she looked around, Trina moved behind her and brushed her hair off her neck, pressing lips to her shoulder, then running her tongue up to just below her ear.

Shandy couldn’t stop the moan that escaped her mouth. The light touch and the sensual caress of Trina’s mouth ignited a fire like she’d never felt before inside, and Shandy tilted her head to the side to give Trina better access. But that didn’t seem to be what Trina wanted, and she spun Shandy around, taking her mouth with desperate force, their tongues tangling and dancing together with the same perfectly synced rhythm they’d found together at the club. Hesitantly, Shandy placed her hands on either side of Trina’s face, wanting to pull her in deeper, and she gasped into Trina’s mouth as one of Trina’s hands snaked to pet the juncture between her thighs. Moisture pooled instantly, perhaps simply at the thought that a girl would know so much better how to please her than any man could have ever thought to.

Step by step, Trina moved her backward across the floor until the back of her knees hit the bed, and she sat down before Trina crawled onto her, taking her down to her back. The soft feel of Trina’s thin body above hers only fueled her desire, a foreign sensation as she let her hands move up and down Trina’s back, over her arms, and finally, under her shirt to find her small, perky breasts. Shandy had never felt anyone’s breasts before, but these were perfect in her hands, and Trina moaned as she sat up and tore off her shirt.

Shandy’s clothes were only moments behind as Trina tugged at the hem of her shirt and sat her up enough to tear it over her head before unclasping her bra. She had only a brief second to be embarrassed before Trina laid her back down and took one taut nipple into her mouth, circling it with her tongue over and over as Shandy arched her back before nibbling at it and moving to offer the same treatment to the other.

Trina kissed a trail down her stomach that had Shandy gasping bursa escort bayan for air, the raw sexuality of it making her so hot she wanted to scream. And as Trina reached the fly of her jeans and began to unzip it, Shandy felt pools of liquid fill her panties. With infinite care, Trina pulled down both jeans and panties, leaving Shandy fully exposed, and Trina’s hand cupped her sex, her fingers finding the moist, hot folds and teasing at them until Shandy came with a blinding force.

Trina’s remarkable mischievous grin grew larger, even as her green eyes darkened to a jade color with passion before she pushed thighs apart and took Shandy’s cleft into her mouth. This time, Shandy couldn’t hold back the cry of delight as waves of ecstasy rolled through her over and over. Trina’s tongue worked wonders, separating her lips and rolling her clit around in her mouth, stimulating her to the point of near pain, just before darting her tongue inside, flicking over and over until Shandy felt herself squirting into Trina’s mouth.

Trina lapped at her, moaning as she licked, and she continued the sweet torture, drawing out every last drop from Shandy, until every inch of Shandy’s body felt loose and languid. Still, she wasn’t done. With the pleasure she’d received, she wanted to return the favor, and she now wondered just what another girl would taste like. Pushing up on her elbows, she pulled Trina up her body so the two of them were skin to skin, and she kissed Trina’s glossy lips, tasting her own juices, which surprisingly made her drip some more.

Smoothly, she rolled over, putting Trina beneath her, and she drew Trina’s pants down to find a perfectly formed, completely shaven pussy. She hesitantly touched it, finding it just as wet and promising as her own had been, and as she curiously drew her fingers along Trina’s folds, Trina arched her back and moaned, fisting her hands in the sheets.

Encouraged by the reaction, Shandy lowered her body between Trina’s legs so her face was inches from the beautiful mound between her thighs, and tentatively, she dipped two fingers inside Trina’s center, causing Trina to explode, crying out as cum poured down Shandy’s fingers. The feel of it was incredible, and she drove her fingers in over and over until Trina could barely breathe and her whole hand was coated in sweet, salty juices.

Pulling her fingers out, she drew them over Trina’s clit before lowering her mouth to it and sucking it in between her lips. Trina gasped, and Shandy continued to suckle her, flicking the cleft with her tongue over and over again as she toyed at Trina’s opening with her fingers. She ran circles around the sweet nub as Trina had done for her, and she could feel Trina trying to crawl away as the pleasure overwhelmed her, cum pouring out of her like a faucet and running down Shandy’s chin.

Finally, Trina’s body seemed to settle, and Shandy pulled back, teasing with her fingers once, twice, three more times before sliding back up the beautiful, thin, birdlike body until she lay almost fully on top of Trina, whose eyes were dark with heavy lids.

Her grin looked like the cat who got the canary. “Either you’ve done that before or you’re a natural.”

Shandy chuckled, her whole body sizzling with aftershocks of what had to be the most amazing sex she’d ever had. “I just tried to imitate what you did, and tried to do the things I thought I liked.”

Trina nodded as she raised her head to kiss the tip of Shandy’s nose. “That was incredible.” She rolled Shandy to her side and cradled her in the crook of her shoulder, one hand toying in Shandy’s long hair. “So, am I taking you home, or are you spending the night with me?”

Still feeling a bit awkward about the whole situation, Shandy wasn’t sure how to answer. She felt she should sleep in her own bed, but she was hesitant to leave. Trina yawned and said, “If you stay, there will definitely be more of this.”

That went a long way in making the decision for Shandy as her body reacted on those words. She ran a circle with one finger around Trina’s left nipple, watching it grow hard and pointed as she said, “You know, I’m still not a lesbian.”

Trina’s laugh was deep and amused as she rolled over on top of Shandy, straddling her so her moisture coated Shandy’s stomach. “Maybe not, but don’t tell me you don’t like it.”

Oh, Shandy liked it. She liked it very much indeed.

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The last thing I remember before going to sleep was that it was hot. The kind of scorching, dry heat that not enough water in the world can quench. I was sleeping nude to try and maintain some normal body temperature, my old fan slowly pushing hot air around the room. I thought I would never fall asleep.

The first thing I thought upon waking up was that somehow, it had gotten worse. I felt like my skin was on fire and that I was burning up from the inside; and then I tried to breathe. My lungs had tiny fires burning all over them and my throat was filled with razors that cut the air. After a few moments of blind panic I realized that the building must be on fire and grade school memories began to come back to me. Get on the floor, the air is cooler down there. Don’t breath too deeply, the smoke can damage your lungs. Crawl towards the door, but put your hand on it first to see if it’s hot. The door was very hot and I remember thinking that there was something about a towel I should be remembering before the pain in my lungs started to blanket out my thoughts. Then there was a loud noise and suddenly I was airborne.

Someone was carrying me through the building and down the stairs, I was handed off to someone else and all of a sudden we were outside and the air was still warm but free of those killing knives. Whoever was carrying me set me down at the back of an ambulance and left. I know it was silly after just having my life saved, but I was suddenly conspicuously conscious of my nudity. Apparently everyone else had thought to wear pajamas before getting rescued, I was the only one in the nude. Normally I’m not shy about my body, although I’m too short to be a supermodel, I’m content with my looks. However, it felt like I could feel everyone looking at me, and while it wasn’t an unpleasant feeling, I did feel mildly inappropriate.

Just as I was looking around for something to pull over my body an EMT appeared, grinned at me and then reached around me to grab something. Her arm brushed against my bare shoulder and the contact sent sparks shooting down my body.

“Here, put this on”. She had a low voice that went with the broad shoulders and spiky hair, “My name’s Casey, let me take your vitals, make sure you’re ok.”

I put on the white doctor’s coat she handed me and considered that just as my concern about my nudity had been slightly absurd, so were the feelings of lust that were coming over me for this woman. Despite being covered up almost to my knees by the coat, I managed to feel sensual knowing that it was only a thin coat between the world and me, between Casey and me. Meanwhile, my EMT was talking as she took bursa escort my pulse, listened to me breath and wrote things down on a pad of paper.

“Rough luck about the fire, although I think they contained most of it on the first floor where it started. I overheard the fire fighters saying it was mostly smoke damage on the upper floors; that’s where they found you, right?”

I nodded, still not trusting my throat enough to talk.

I shouldn’t have worried, Casey kept on going. “Ok, take as deep of a breath as you can for me, good. Now another.” Her hands were cool on my shoulder as she moved the stethoscope from my chest to my back, but she left them there longer than she needed to.

“Ok, I’ve got a few more people to see, but then I’ll be riding back to the hospital with you. Stay put and I’ll send someone over with something for your throat.” She briefly ran over hand down my arm and then left. I remained perched on the edge of the ambulance, still only wearing the coat, watching everyone move about. When someone needed something else from the back of the truck, I hopped down and the coat shifted over my breasts. I was all ready slightly aroused, that did it for my nipples. Despite the heat, they became hard and sensitive and as I saw Casey come strolling back over to me I began to get that familiar heat.

“Well, we’ve got to get you to the hospital, I’m a little concerned about your lungs. You can also get some food, a shower and we might even be able to find you something else to wear. I’ll need my coat back then” Again, she winked.

I was surprised and tried a sentence, “It’s yours?” I said, pointing to the coat.

She grinned, “Oh, yea, I’m a med student. I’m on the ambulance/Emergency Room rotation right now. They like the students to get the full picture, so we go out with the crews on calls and then stay with the patient at the hospital. That’s why I bring the coat, I just don’t wear it on runs because it tends to confuse people about who’s really in charge. Come on, hop up, we’ve got to get moving.” She jumped into the back and then grabbed my hand and pulled me in after her, we sat next to each other on the cramped bench in the back. There were a few other people in with us; I wasn’t paying them too much attention. Casey had stretched her arm out on the bench behind me and due to the cramped quarters I was pushed right up against her side. She was taller than I was by a good few inches; we actually fit together that way rather well, which did nothing to quell the heat building inside of me. A few dry hours earlier, I wouldn’t have said it was possible, but I was slowly becoming soaked between escort bursa my legs, an embarrassing occurrence considering I was wearing Casey’s coat.

During the ride she managed to get my personal information out of me, my name was Josephine Roberts (but everyone calls me Nina), I was 24, a PhD candidate at the state university, I was around 5’3″ and 130 pounds and I did have health insurance. My throat became less painful by the minute; helped by the drink another EMT had handed me earlier.

Our arrival at the hospital was sudden and chaotic, but Casey cut through it all like a pro; holding me by the hand I was swept along in her wake. One minute we were in the middle of the central ER lobby, surrounded by screaming patients and bustling nurses and the next we were alone in a sort of locker room.

I asked, giving her a quizzical look, “Should I be out there…?”

She replied casually, “I figured you would want a shower and some clothes first. It’s going to take a while for the chaos to calm down.” Saying that, she tossed me a towel and jerked her thumb at a row of shower stalls on the far wall, “There’s soap on the walls in there; it’s nothing fancy but it does the trick. When you finish, there’s some scrubs on the shelves, just grab whatever size you need.” She then grabbed her own towel and headed towards one of the other showers.

I showered quickly, the water felt too good on my skin and I was afraid I’d start to moan with pleasure and it hit my still hard nipples. I emerged wrapped in the towel and almost giggled about how I had been in public without clothes for longer than I ever had before. Granted, I was covered for most of it, but still. I swallowed the laugh, not wanting to hurt my throat, and began to look for the small sizes of scrubs. Of course, they were on the top shelf and as I was straining to reach them without dropping the towel I felt a sudden heat behind me. Casey had come quietly out of the shower and stood behind me; she was also only wearing a towel. She reached up and then stopped, and once again ran her right hand down my arm. Only this time, there was no white coat between her hand and my skin. I shivered slightly. That was enough of a sign for her and she dropped her head and began to kiss that wonderful spot where the shoulder meets the neck. I tipped my head left to give her better access, as well as to send the signal that I was more than happy about what was happening.

She reacted appropriately by bringing her other hand up and running it up and down my other arm, and then over my towel covered midriff. Her kisses were still light on my neck, but as soon as her bursa escort bayan hand hit my nipples I shook almost violently. I turned abruptly in her arms and kissed her mouth with feeling. My towel was gone at that point and she put her hand on my bottom, kneading and grasping me closer to her. I became desperate for the feel of her body and separated us just enough to yank off her towel. Her breasts were larger than mine and I started to reach for them, but she got to mine first. She spun me around to have better access to them, pulling my back into her chest and I realized that she had us facing the mirror in the locker room now. As I watched, her hands were massaging my breasts, pinching my nipples, pulling and squeezing all while she looked directly into my eyes in the mirror.

As the pleasure became too much and I started bucking my hips in frustration, her left hand slipped down my stomach and began to tease me through my curls. Her hand was deft, perhaps she would end up a surgeon, and long fingers danced gracefully over my clit and into the center of my heat. She grinned when she found out how wet I was and remarked, almost casually, “Enjoying yourself?”

I was gasping for breath at this point and started to respond in kind, “Only a little”, but I never finished the last word as she reached down farther and sunk a finger into me. Time stopped just a little as I froze with how good that felt, and then almost cried out when she took her finger away. I was overjoyed when it was replaced with two fingers and when those two fingers started moving in and out I went a little wild. Her right arm was now snug about my waist holding me to her, I hadn’t realized how strong she was. She seemed to realize that I didn’t want it slow, however, and her thumb teased my clit until I was incoherently moaning and babbling with pleasure. All the while, she was watching me in the mirror, anchored by the waist, catching my eye whenever I managed to open them.

Unexpectedly, her thumb pushed hard in on my clit as her fingers thrust deeper and I came in waves on her hand. Her arm remained an anchor around me as I trembled in delight; she then sat down upon the bench and held me in her lap. I clung to her in relief, the release of the night’s tension was great and I felt drained. She held me for a while longer, but then set me aside as she got up to get me some clothes.

“I should get back to work now, they’ll have been wondering where I got to…well, only some of them will wonder once they see you.” Her grin was familiar this time, I smiled in response. She also put on a pair of clean scrubs, but then tucked a piece of paper into my pocket. She said, almost vulnerably, “That’s got my number on it, call me if you want to hang out again.”

I looked her in the eye and said, “Don’t worry, I will.”

(This is my first submission, constructive criticism is more than welcome.)

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