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The following story involves members of the steampunk society. “Steampunk” is a sci-fi subculture that offers a romanticized view on technology.

The combination of clean fuel, steam, electricity and mechanical wind-up devices appealed to people in world complicated with the problems connected with coal, oil and nuclear power.

The term became popular during the 1980s, as sci-fi tales became popular, steampunk gradually spread into other art forms such as graphic art, fashion, music and literature.

The steampunk look reflects the Victorian and early Edwardian eras (roughly 1801-1910) Corsets, gowns, frock coats and top hats, lace-up boots and goggles,

Steampunkers accept the fact that everyday items can perform unconventional tasks. For example, a watch may double as a time machine, or a compass could navigate you not only through the world, but the stars as well.

As the steampunk subculture started to grew, groups of “steampunkers” began to meet for social events in homes and clubs catering to those who embraced this lifestyle.

Dressed in their steampunk clothes and baring their steampunk gadgets, they meet and celebrate this ideology.

My wife I became involved with the culture and attended an annual steampunk ball. We used the persona of two turn-of-the-centuries ecologists working for PEW (Preventing Earth Warming), an organization dedicated to that task.

I was concerned that as the population grew, and the forests producing oxygen diminished, all the exhaled carbon dioxide would overpower the existing oxygen supply, thus raising the overall earth temperature, resulting in cataclysmic consequences.

I had invented a Pendik Escort small working model of a machine that would detect heavy concentrations of carbon dioxide, draw it into containers which would then convert the CO2 into oxygen and release it back into the air.

My wife was attacking the problem from a different perspective. Her theory was that millions of women going through menopause and experiencing “hot flashes,” were also contributing to the increase in Earth warming.

Her device would scanned them, detected their body temperature, and if necessary, she would spray them with the hormone estrogen to help control their high temperature and the heat they were radiating.

We arrived at the gothic looking building where the ball was being held. It was very exciting to see our fellow steampunkers and the variety of machines and gadgets they brought with them.

After doing some mixing and sharing of information I was eating some hors d’oeuvre and wine when I noticed my wife was missing.

The next thing I noticed was the sound of a woman’s, (unmistakably my wife), audible sounds of orgasm echoing down the hall.

This noise evoked laughs and snickers from the other attending party members. It soon it disappeared and was forgotten, except by me.

A few minutes later, my wife appeared, flushed and excited and requested I follow her to one of the tents in the courtyard where some of the steampunk equipment was being exhibited.

“You have got to see this!” she exclaimed. She led me into a small dressing room behind the main tented area.

She picked up a bag on a table and emptied its contents. Two sets of rubber Kurtköy Escort undergarments spilled out on the table.

One pair of underpants had what appeared to be a suction cup and a small dildo inside of them attached to wires that lead to an electrical-powered control switch.

The bra-like undergarment had twin suction cups inside that were also attached to wires that also led to a control switch.

“What is it?” I inquired.

“It’s an erotic stimulator!” My wife replied, “Like nothing I have ever experienced. I had three orgasms is less than a minute! It’s amazing, we must have it!”

“Well that sounds unbelievable,” I stammered, “But do we really need this and is it available?””

“Oh honey, I really want it, and yes, the man who made this said he would trade it for our machines, helmets, and fifty dollars cash!” She replied excitedly. “And that’s not all. Here is one for you!”

She picked up the second undergarment. It too was made of rubber, but inside were a hollow tube-like object and a second hollow sack which connected to wires leading to another control device.

She insisted I put it on and after some reluctance I stripped from the waist down and pulled them up, slipping my cock and balls into the tube and sack. Then she through the switch.

“Oh my god!” I exclaimed. I had never experienced anything like it. I immediately obtained the biggest, hardest erection of my life, followed by multiple ejaculations.

It was very hard not to yell out. I had to cover my mouth to keep from alerting everyone in the tent and courtyard.

“This is fantastic let’s make the trade before he changes his mind!” I Maltepe Escort gasped.

We found the stimulator’s inventor, Rubin and exchanged gadgets. This wondrous thing was now ours. I couldn’t help but wonder why anyone would want to get rid of such a fantastic piece of equipment.

We enjoy the ball but couldn’t wait to get home and really try out our new toys.

What a night!. We spent hours coming and going, strumming and toying, funning and enjoying, our stimulators. We did it separately and together. We took turns manipulating each other’s control devices.

By the next morning we were exhausted and sore. We slept most of the day, trying to let our poor genitals recover. Neither one of us had ever come so many times is such a short period of time.

We had to lay off the stimulator for a couple of days just to get our strength back. We tried making love the old fashion way but it was very anti-climatic to say the least.

Our mouths, fingers and genitals could not compete with the wondrous stimulators.

I was reminded of the limerick: “There was a man from Bellgreen, who invented a fucking machine, twas concave and convex, satisfied either sex, and played with itself in between, but on the ninety-ninth stroke, the goddamn thing broke and wiped up his balls to a cream.”

It didn’t take long before we were both hooked. It seemed the only way we could get off was to use our stimulators. After a while we stopped having normal sex.

Unfortunately, after a few weeks, we became so use to the stimulators we started to become desensitized to it. It became harder and harder to get off using it.

I was beginning to understand why the inventor was so eager to trade it. If it seems too good to be true, it probably is.

Finally, my wife and I both agreed. We missed the love, affection and togetherness we had with pre-stimulator sex.

Anybody want to buy a pair of stimulators, cheap?

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Memories are interesting things. It is often the smallest thing that grabs my attention and brings me back. This time, it was pulling a skirt out of my closet. I recently had a baby, and am enjoying being able to wear clothes that I haven’t in almost a year. I was getting dressed for work, and grabbed my black a-line skirt off a hanger. It hit me almost immediately the last time I wore this skirt. The last day working at my last job. The job itself doesn’t hold that many great memories, but, that last day, that last afternoon sure as hell does. I’m not exactly sure why after working together for years, the last two weeks that I was employed there pushed forward flirtations that had been going on for years. Maybe he has an answer, I don’t. I had worked for him as a secretary of sorts for years. Taking care of him wasn’t my only responsibility, but, it was by far my favorite. I liked that he relied on me, and that he appreciated me.

Like I said, we’d flirted for years. We are both married, so I had long ago chalked the flirtations up to a stress relief at the office, and never really thought anything would ever come of them. Something about me putting in my 2 week notice changed that. Almost immediately, we found excuses to touch, just a minute here or there, because it would have been definitely frowned upon by our boss, and, like I said, we both had spouses at home that didn’t need to know.

I can’t tell you his side of the story, as I’ve never really asked. But I was attracted to him almost from the first time I met him. He’s 15 years my senior, and according to him, he’d started going grey in high school. Now a few years past 40, he has a presence that had my heart beating faster every time he looked at me with heat in his eyes. He’s nearly a foot taller than I am, I’m not sure why, but that always made me feel safe. I could go on and on about times that I’m sure he didn’t even realize it, but he’d made my pulse quicken, my breath catch, and made me wet, but that’s not this story.

That last day, it almost seemed anti-climactic – you’d have never İstanbul Escort known it was my last day from the way everyone around the office was behaving. It is a small office, and I know some were glad to see me go, and others just glad for the entertainment that my leaving brought. Our boss left early that day, with barely a “Good-bye”. That was ok with me. I wouldn’t miss our boss or the rest of the office, just him. That day, the entire office staff was gone by 4, save for the two of us. I will admit to being shy, never the instigator, fearful of rejection I suppose, but after the last car pulled from the drive, I walked into his office, closed his blinds, and kissed him. I can’t begin to tell you how energized I was, just from a kiss. He suggested we move to my old office, as it was a little less in the main flow of traffic, just in case someone decided to come back in the office.

He accused me that day of wearing skirts so often for easy access. He was right. I loved that it was so easy for him to touch me. And he did, touch me. I will again admit to some naiveté, even after being married for 8 years, and I was more than happy to be led and controlled by someone who definitely knew what he was doing. Just being held by him brought my body alive in ways I’m not sure it ever had been. I was scared at that point of disappointing him. We’d touched, kissed, played a little here and there before, but, I knew without a doubt, I wanted him to fuck me before I left that day.

Almost immediately, he’d made excellent use of my freshly cleaned off desk, and had me bent over it, rubbing my clit with his dick and making me crazy. He teased me. He wouldn’t enter me. I remember thinking, GOD, would you just give it to me? He did, finally, and I can’t give you details, as I don’t make a habit of carrying around a measuring device to take measurements, but I can honestly say, I’ve never been filled so fully or so well, as I was with his dick inside me. The sensations were amazing, the cool desk against my cheek, his hands on me, keeping me Anadolu Yakası Escort on the brink of an orgasm, and him pounding his dick into me. I know I’d cum at least a couple times, I laughed and told him I had a hair trigger, but that was a lie, I really don’t, at least, not usually. It usually takes a great deal of work and concentration on my part to cum at all, much less repeat performances.

Suddenly, he stopped, pulled out, and leaned back against the wall. I can’t honestly tell you why he did, but I saw it as an opportunity I had to take advantage of. I have a small mouth, and blow jobs have never been any fun at all for me. I gag so easily, but I couldn’t NOT try it. I had to. I was compelled to. I dropped to my knees and did the best I could. Tasting myself on him was an even bigger turn on. I couldn’t even begin to put his entire dick in my mouth, but I tried. I loved the feel, the smooth skin, the size, it was all more than I could take.

He pulled me gently back up to my feet, and sat me on the desk. The sense of control that he had over me, by pure size and strength is perhaps the biggest turn on of all. I liked being controlled, handled, enjoyed.

In my less than varied experience, I’d never been with a man who could last as long as he already had. I’d certainly never been with a man who was so interested in my pleasure. Who saw it as a challenge to make me cum time and time again. He succeeded, and often at that. I had expected him to be through, and ready to go home by that point. I couldn’t have been more wrong. He continued to kiss me senseless. The only think I could manage to do was to wrap my fingers in his hair and hold on.

He flipped me back over onto the desk, again, my cheek pressed against the cool surface, and I felt him entering me again from behind. His fingers wrapped around one arm, holding me where he wanted me, and the other hand was busy playing with my clit and bringing me again and again to an ecstasy I’d never even imagined. Finally, he tried to pull out, telling me that he was Kartal Escort indeed ready to cum himself. He was worried about me, and whether I wanted him to cum inside me. I begged him. PLEADED with him. That was exactly where I wanted him. Deep inside me, I wanted to feel every pulse, every shot through my sensitive pussy muscles. He was worried about leaving a mess that I’d have to drive home to my husband with, I was beyond worry or thought. I only wanted him inside of me as he came. He relented, and let me have my way. The forcefulness of the cum shooting inside of me, the pulsing of his cock as my muscles milked him, the fullness I felt – they all combined, and had me living the longest orgasm of my life to that point. I felt like I was falling from the stars.

He helped me clean up, ever the gentleman, and kissed me again before I had to leave. It was an afternoon I’ll never forget. One burned in my memories so deep, just the thought of that day has me wet again.

Back to pulling this skirt out of my closet – I had put it away and hadn’t worn it since that day last October. As I pull it out and put it on, I notice a substantial stain on the back, it seems that we’d left a mess I hadn’t realize we had. I quickly threw it in the laundry to be washed and chose another skirt, but just noticing that stain had my thoughts wandering all day. Had my pulse elevated, had me wet and ready. Too bad we don’t really see each other anymore. I guess it was fun while it lasted, and we did take the opportunities presented to us to meet and fuck ourselves silly, but that’s another story or two. He haunts my dreams, even though it has been eight months since the last time we were together. I guess my growing pregnant belly probably put a halt to our excursions, and after a while, I guess we just moved on. I really don’t know. Maybe he has an answer to that as well.

I suppose it is a common office fantasy to be spread across one’s desk and fucked senseless, I’m just amazed I got to live it.. I visit that office on occasion, and every time I see my old desk, my body is ready to pick right back up where we left off. My blood pumps, my breathing picks up, and my juices flow. I always wonder if anyone else notices, and if they do, what they think is wrong with me.

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He watched her from across the field, flying like the wind on her horse. Her long auburn hair blew in the wind and her legs gripped her horse’s side like she was part of him. She was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen.

He was visiting a friend, who was her neighbor. From the first moment he saw her he knew he needed to have his cock in her. For 2 days he just watched her ride, the graceful way she became one with her horse. He finally made the decision to stop by for a visit, when his friend had business to do with Veronica’s father. That was her name, and he loved the way it rolled off his tongue.

They timed it so that she would just be returning from a ride which she did every evening. While Jake spoke to her father Mathew went over to see if she needed any help with her horse. He startled her when he spoke as she was washing her horse and turned quickly revealing she was wearing a white t shirt that was wet and revealing a pink lacy bra underneath and perfectly round breasts.

Sorry to startle you, my name is Mathew, my friend Jake is visiting your father and I thought I would introduce myself. I have watched you ride for several evenings and admired the way you ride. Veronica blushed when she realized how awful she must Ümraniye Escort look drenched in soapy water with wind blown hair; little did she know this look is what attracted Mathew to her in the first place.

Can I help you with anything he asked her? Actually if you wouldn’t mind taking this saddle into the stable I would really appreciate the help she said timidly. She followed Mathew in, finally they were alone and he could make his move.

I am very attracted to you Mathew confessed to Veronica and again she blushed. Mathew reached his hand out to stroke her cheek and brush her hair away from her delicate face. She sighed and reached up holding his hand in hers, keeping it on her cheek, looking into his eyes. Mathew stepped forward pulling Veronica close to him, kissing her cheek.

He looked into her emerald green eyes for approval and much to his surprise found her quite willing. Instantly there lips met, her lips were warm and full against his and he couldn’t help kissing her passionately. To his surprise she ran her hand down the front of his jeans, feeling his already hard cock wanting to be free. Veronica kissed him passionately now, fumbling to undo his pants.

I don’t know what it is about you she said, but I feel İstanbul Escort out of control and very passionate. I want you here and now, please, she said in a quite tone. Mathew couldn’t refuse that offer and stripped her wet tshirt off of her to reveal her beautiful breasts. Mathew kissed his way down to her breasts while unhooking her bra, and placing his mouth on her nipple sucking gently. Veronica was already moaning with pleasure.

As Mathew sucked on her nipples he removed her jeans and was thrilled to feel her bald pussy. He slowly kissed his way down her body to her fresh pussy, pressing his fingers into her pussy while he licked her clit. She was now very wet and hot.

Please let me taste your cock Mathew, she pleaded. Mathew dropped his jeans and his cock sprung to life, Veronica didn’t waste any time engulfing his whole cock in her mouth. Her tongue swirling around the base and with one hand she reached up and squeezed his balls. Slowly now she was working his cock deeply in and out of her mouth.

But Mathew wanted her pussy and knew if he didn’t stop now he would be cumming in her mouth. He wanted that as well, but after he was done fucking her, so she could taste her own pussy juice on his cock.

He pulled back Anadolu Yakası Escort and leaned her over a saddle on the rack in front of them. Pressing his body against hers, he kissed her neck, reaching around to fondle her perfect breasts. Slowly he ran his cock against her wet pussy, trying to keep calm and make it last. Her body was rocking into him and slowly he pushed his cock into her tight pussy.

Veronica was moaning and it was obvious she was enjoying this position. Mathew could feel her pussy gripping his cock when he was deep inside her. Then she reached down and started playing with his balls while his cock slid in and out of her pussy. Mathew could hardly wait any longer; he ran his hand through her hair and started fucking harder and faster.

When he felt her pussy muscles tighten with no release along with her heaving moaning he knew she was very close and so was he. Please fill me with your cum Mathew I need you to cum now, she said in a very desperate voice, pressing her body into me. That was all it took, Mathew fucked her hard and fast gripping her hair as her body shook with orgasm and he filled her pussy with his cum.

Veronica dropped to her knees while she still shook in orgasm for several minutes. Then she turned and slowly cleaned off his cock with her tongue, not to miss any of their juices. Veronica stood up and Mathew kissed her, tasting her pussy, she whispered that she wanted him to come visit more often, she could always use help in the stable.

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‘Come on dude, it’s the weekend!’

‘Yeah it may be the weekend but some of us have work in the morning.’

‘You do too much work nowadays. You need to get out and enjoy yourself! And trust me this party is the perfect place to do it, Rodge throws insane parties dude!’

‘Well…’

‘Come on, you know you wanna!’

‘Well… ok, but I’m not drinking through a funnel like you do! I still have to go to work tomorrow.’

‘Good man! See you there dude!’

Simon hung up the phone and sighed. He shouldn’t have let Rob convince him to go… but Rob was right, Simon had been working a lot lately. Simon opened his wardrobe and picked out a black shirt and blue jeans to wear then went into the bathroom and washed his face. He checked his reflection in the mirror, which showed olive green eyes and neatly combed black hair.

Simon had not long left college and, after getting many qualifications, had dived straight into a job as a teacher at another college nearby. At 20 he was the youngest teacher there.

Simon had never really had many serious relationships before. He wasn’t bad with women; he had just not met many nice ones. Nice in looks maybe but they all dropped him like a hot coal as soon as someone with more money came along. So Simon concentrated on work, and his social life was pretty dire. In fact, Simon thought as he put on some aftershave, he couldn’t even remember the last time he had gone to a party.

Still half not wanting to go, Simon grabbed his coat and walked out to his car, locking the front door behind him. As he drove to Roger’s house (Roger was another friend of Rob’s) he wondered if he would meet any girls there, and whether he would care if he did. Probably not, he answered himself. Besides, he couldn’t afford to meet any girls, he told himself. Simon drove the thought out of his mind for the rest of the journey.

Simon pulled up outside Roger’s house and could already hear the sound of loud rock music blasting from it before he had even got out of his car. He could feel a hangover coming on already.

Simon walked up to the front door and rang the bell, smoothing his hair. The door opened and Simon immediately got a waft of alcohol as Rob opened the door with a half drank beer bottle hanging from his hand.

‘Hey dude! Glad you could make it… here man have a beer…’ said Rob, grabbing a beer from the table.

‘No thanks,’ said Simon quickly. He looked quickly around for a place to go to get away from Rob; he was clearly smashed. He settled on the nearest doorway, which led to the living room. In it there were several people (some drunk) socializing. Most were talking, drinks in hand, others were just sitting looking bored, and some were attempting to dance but falling over soon after.

Simon noticed that there were girls in the room, but he tried to avoid them and blend in. He found a few workmates and started talking to them. For a while he was enjoying himself, but then a girl walked into the room and Simon simply could not ignore her.

She had long blonde hair and sparkling blue eyes, with succulent looking lips and a body to die for. She seemed to float across the floor in her long red dress, which didn’t show off her legs, but did show off some tantalizing cleavage. Simon could tell that it wasn’t just his eye she had caught. She seemed to know this as she showed a small smile as she sat down with another girl in the room. Simon heart fluttered as she gave him a definite small smile of his own.

After watching her hopelessly for several minutes, Simon saw her get up and walk towards the doorway. Just before she got there, she looked back at him and nudged her head towards the doorway, then walked through it. Simon decided to try his luck and follow her, as his friends were now too drunk to realize if he left anyway.

Simon walked out of the doorway after her and saw her going up the stairs, showing him a tiny but cock twinging portion of her legs. Simon followed her up at almost twice the speed and found her standing in the hallway at the top of the stairs, standing with her back to him opening a door.

‘Hi,’ said Simon, deciding to break the ice first.

‘Hi,’ she replied in a sexy voice with an Italian accent, turning around with that same cute smile on her face.

‘You did tell me to follow you right?’ said Simon.

‘Mm-hm,’ she nodded. Maybe Simon was imagining it, but he thought she had a hungry look in her eyes as she looked into his.

‘So err… what did you want me to follow you for?’ asked Simon innocently.

‘Honestly?’ she said, prompting Simon to nod. ‘I wanted you to follow me because I haven’t seen a guy as hot as you for a while, and I’m horny, so I wanted you to follow me to the bedroom,’ she said unblushingly, with her hungry eyes still fixed on Simon’s.

‘You want… Ataşehir Escort sex?’ said Simon in slight disbelief.

‘Well… not just sex…’ she said, giving him a cheeky smile and turning to walk sexily into the bedroom. Simon wasted no time in following. Once he had almost run inside the room, she quickly closed and locked the door, then walked up to Simon, ending up almost face to face with him.

‘What’s your name, stud?’ she asked in a sexy purr.

‘Simon,’ said Simon. ‘What’s yours?’

‘Lucia,’ she said, still giving him a hungry look.

‘Sexy…’ said Simon quietly. She heard him and smiled.

‘So… you want sex,’ she said, her look growing hungrier.

‘It was your idea,’ Simon reminded her, but with a smile.

‘Yes and I want sex only – no strings attached afterwards,’ she said.

‘Deal,’ said Simon. Boy was he glad he came now.

‘That’s settled then,’ said Lucia, smiling a seductive smile which Simon returned. Then the hunger that had momentarily lessened in her eyes returned in full, and she practically dived on Simon, knocking him back onto the bed in a lip lock.

Simon quickly got over the surprise and returned the kiss, which was fiery and driven by sheer lust. She obviously had experience, thought Simon, as it was probably the quickest erection he had ever had from a kiss. He decided to make sure she got horny too by running his fingers through her hair whilst holding her neck with his other hand, supporting the intense kiss. Their lips were moving over each other at some pace, and it wasn’t long before she involved tongue as well, which Simon had no objection to. As their tongues started dancing over each other, Simon ran both of his hands down her back, feeling her perfect body and luscious curves. Then he got to her ass, which was also perfectly rounded and even got a very slight moan from Lucia when he squeezed it lightly.

Then Lucia lifted her ass up, disappointing Simon slightly as he could no longer feel that part of her body on his own, but then he realized she had done this for a good reason. Taking a glance out of the corner of his eye he saw her hand moving down towards his crotch. Just as his heart jumped in anticipation her hand wrapped itself around his throbbing cock and started to move very slowly up and down it, bringing a small grunt of pleasure from Simon. Even through his jeans and boxers, it felt incredible.

Their kissing was now at its fastest and most intense. Their tongues were now dueling, not dancing, and their lips were moving over each other so fast they were getting warmer from the friction. Simon had definitely never enjoyed kissing this much before, and from her small noises undoubtedly from pleasure, she was enjoying it too.

Letting nothing but lust control him now, Simon rolled over so that he was on top of Lucia’s exquisite body and started to kiss her neck just as fiercly. This got an immediate reaction from Lucia as her body started to writhe and buck slightly, and her small noises turned into short moans and groans. It was clear she was trying to stifle these moans, but Simon was determined to force them out of her at full volume. Simon moved his lips up and down, side to side, diagonally, trying to taste as much of her neck as he could. Her moans became louder and longer, all stifling forgotten, and her body writhed more forcefully.

‘Oh god you’re making me so wet!’ she exclaimed, putting both of her hands on the back of his head so that he couldn’t move away from her neck one inch. Simon was glad to know that it wasn’t just him that was horny as hell.

Suddenly Lucia rolled over so that she was back on top of Simon, then wriggled down his body in one move, pushing down slightly on the top of his erection. She then proceeded to kiss Simon’s neck just as fiercly, if not more fiercly than Simon had done on hers. Simon could immediately see why it had made her so horny, and he had a hard time stifling his own moans this time. It appeared she also wanted to get the full volume out of his moans however, as she started to grind her crotch area against Simon’s.

‘Oh my fucking GOD!’ said Simon very audibly. Lucia emitted a small noise of triumph. Lucia was almost humping him now, and Simon was sure he had a felt a small amount of pre-cum be released from his cock.

‘I want to suck your cock,’ she suddenly said between changing area on Simon’s neck.

‘I want to lick your pussy,’ Simon responded.

‘Get undressed,’ said Lucia, finally getting off Simon and starting to unzip her dress. Simon quickly kicked off his shoes and almost ripped off his socks tossing them aside and moving quickly on to his jeans, which he whipped off equally fast and then pulled his t-shirt up over his head, then tossing that away too. He stopped to take a breath, looking up at Lucia.

They Kadıköy Escort were now both standing opposite each other wearing nothing but underwear. They took in each other’s appearance, Simon admiring the perfect tone of her skin, the wonderful curves of her body and the perfect legs that held up the most beautiful woman he had ever set eyes on. Lucia too was looking him up and down, her eyes filled with hunger again. There was only one last step to take. Their eyes met and communicated what they didn’t need to say with words. Lucia’s hands went behind her back as she undid her bra strap, and Simon’s hands went to his boxers, and started to push them down his legs. Simon finished first and straightened up to see a perfect set of tits, and a little bit of what looked like an equally perfect pussy as she got free of her panties.

‘Wow!’ said Lucia, straightening up with her eyes fixed firmly on Simon’s cock. Simon looked down at it and let out a gasp of surprise; he had never seen it even close to being that big before, it was at least 7 inches.

‘I look forward to playing with that!’ said Lucia, making Simon’s cock give a very noticeable twitch.

‘I want to play with you first,’ said Simon, giving Lucia a smile.

‘Let’s do a 69er then,’ she said, her look at its hungriest so far. Simon grabbed her sexily and flung himself backwards onto the bed, bringing a noise of surprise from Lucia, but she was quick to move her naked body over Simon’s so that soon he was faced with her glistening pink pussy.

Simon took a moment to look at it; it was almost perfectly symmetrical and deliciously moist. Simon decided to see what it tasted like and drove his tongue inside it, wiggling it inside her. She immediately let out a moan and started rubbing his thigh in acknowledgement, which Simon was surprised to find felt very sexy. This was definitely the best pussy Simon had ever tasted; arguably the best thing he had ever tasted. As he licked away furiously at it, it released a sweet tasting nectar which Simon was only too happy to lap up.

Then Simon felt something wet and warm touch the tip of his cock and he let out a small moan. She was swirling her tongue around his cock, making him groan with pleasure and lick her with even more vigor. Simon then felt her mouth close ahead his cock head and start to push itself downwards. The pressure it caused on his cock was too exquisite for words and the only way he could respond was by licking her out even more fiercly.

‘Mmmmmmm…’ she said, sucking his cock faster as she did so. Simon realized her moaning was sending wonderful vibrations down his shaft, so he licked her out more fiercly still, thrashing his tongue around her pussy and grinding his lips against her pussy lips. This made her moan more, and she sucked his cock faster still, swirling her tongue around his cock head as she had done before. Simon noticed he was getting a lot more nectar from her than he was getting before, and he knew she must be close to orgasm as he was. He felt some pre cum release itself, a definite sign he was approaching the point of no return. He decided to make sure she came at the same time and sought out her clit with his tongue.

This got an immediate reaction as Lucia started to moan louder than ever, and her breathing got heavier. Simon felt his orgasm start and he let out a long groan just as Lucia’s body bucked and writhed and released incredible amounts of hot, gushing liquid right onto Simon’s face. Simon felt his own cum splash against the roof of Lucia’s mouth, spurt after spurt, and he heard her swallowing between moans which had reached an unbelievable volume. Simon too was moaning as he never had before, holding Lucia’s ass cheeks so her pussy was clamped to his soaked lips. Eventually, both of them stopped and made their last swallows of each other’s juices, still breathing heavily and letting out quiet moans every few seconds.

After a few minutes, Simon felt Lucia’s mouth move off his now softened cock, and she rolled off him so she was lying next to him.

‘That was the best orgasm of my life!’ she panted.

‘Same here,’ said Simon, who was panting slightly less.

‘Come here stud,’ she said, crawling up his body until their lips met again. Simon kissed back. As they were both slightly tired, their kiss was now slow and passionate rather than quick and fiery, but Simon could feel another erection coming on already. After just five minutes, he had one again, just as big as before.

‘I want you to fuck me,’ said Lucia, who had clearly noticed the erection pushing up against her mound.

‘Good, because I want to fuck you too,’ said Simon.

‘Nothing fancy, I like it hard and fast,’ said Lucia, straddling him and starting to line up her pussy with his cock.

‘Then that’s what you’ll Bostancı Escort get,’ said Simon, looking down to help her get onto his cock. Simon felt the very tip of it touch the very tip of her pussy and he looked up into her eyes.

‘Are you ready?’ he asked. He felt Lucia pull up very slightly, then she drove herself down on his cock, which penetrated her fully. ‘Ahhh!’ shouted Lucia, falling down on top of Simon and gripping his shoulders for support. Simon’s cock felt great inside her pussy, which was just the right tightness for him. Slowly, she started to move up and down on Simon’s body, bringing his cock in and out of her wet hole. She was also very close to Simon’s upper body, close enough to pleasure herself further by rubbing her nipples against his chest. This was also very erotic for Simon to have such a perfect body sliding against his.

‘Mmmmm yeahhh…’ groaned Lucia, as she started to fuck Simon slightly faster. Simon supported this by moving his cock up into Lucia as well as her pushing down onto it. This felt wonderful for both parties and caused more moaning from both parties as well. Simon was making grunting noises with each thrust and Lucia was moaning almost constantly, fucking Simon faster and moaning louder with each passing minute. Even though this was the best sex Simon had ever had, he was no where close to orgasm. Perhaps this was because he had not long ago had one, but it was good news for Lucia in any case, who seemed to be closing in on another orgasm.

After a few more minutes, there was no denying she was ready to cum again. She was now fucking him so hard that the mattress springs were almost drowning out her moans, which were reaching pre-orgasm volumes again.

After barely ten seconds of pre-orgasm moaning, increasing in volume constantly, Lucia came. Her arms wrapped around Simon’s back and she started screaming as her pussy contracted forcefully around Simon’s cock, she shaked and gripped his entire body, squeezing him erotically as he moaned with her from the sheer feeling of it all. Just as Lucia’s moans were dying down and her body was only shaking slightly, Simon flipped her over and pounded into her as hard as he could.

‘GOD FUCK YES YES YES YESSS!!!!’ screamed Lucia instantly as she wrapped her legs around him, intertwining her body with his again as she was forced into a second orgasm, louder and longer than the first. Her hips kept forcing themselves upwards every time her pussy contracted, heightening the wonderful pressures being exerted on Simon’s cock, which was now also drenched by Lucia’s sweet juices.

Eventually, Lucia’s orgasm stopped and they were left to lie on each other for a quick rest bite. When Lucia’s breathing had slowed somewhat, Simon slowly slid his cock in and out of her wet pussy again, both of them enjoying how slick it felt inside there after Lucia’s orgasms.

‘Mmmmm…’ moaned Lucia quietly. Simon was also enjoying the slow, sensual fucking he was now giving her. He could not block out the fact that he had not cum yet however, and every time he did think of that fact he felt his cock give a small twinge and he unconsciously quickened his pace slightly. This meant that after a while he was screwing her fairly fast and hard and both of them were breathing heavier. Simon could feel he was getting close to orgasm, and he wanted to time it so that Lucia came with him, so he kept his pace at the same steady rate. Every time Lucia let out a moan louder than normal, Simon would fuck her slightly faster and harder, getting ever closer to the big orgasm they both knew was coming (or rather, cumming.)

Simon felt a small amount of pre cum leave his cock and he knew he would not be able to hold on much longer. Lucia was feeling the same however, as she was whimpering with sustained pleasure at each thrust and her grip on him, from her arms and legs, were tightening again. Simon decided to follow suit and wrapped his arms around Lucia so that their hot, sweaty bodies were sliding against each other as they fucked harder and harder.

Then Lucia’s body writhed upwards violently and she gripped Simon as hard as she could and her pussy squeezed his cock, finally sending him over the edge. His cock burst wave after wave of hot cum inside her as she still cumming herself, shaking and jolting upwards as her pussy contracted and squeezed every last drop of pleasure from them both. It felt as though their bodies were as one as their orgasmic explosion came to a close.

Both Simon and Lucia were both breathing as if they had run ten marathons as they lay in each other’s arms. After twenty minutes, they looked at each other and smiled, sharing one last kiss and then getting cleaned up and dressed.

Just as Simon was getting back into his car, thinking that he would probably never have better sex than that, when his hand found a piece of paper with his car keys in his pocket. He unfolded it. It had on it a phone number and underneath the message:

‘Lucia – call if you need anything ;)’

Simon smiled to himself, placed the paper back in his pocket, and drove off.

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Cat and her boyfriend Billy had been together for quite some time. Cat’s real name was Cassandra but she always went by Cat to keep her name simple and short. Billy was a shorter man, only reaching the height of 5’8, while Cat weighed in at 5’6. They were a cute couple, inseparable and always arm in arm or hand in hand. They could finish each other’s sentences and nearly read each other’s minds.

They were a young couple that was very much in love. Both in there early 20’s, marriage had been a thought but they had pushed it out of mind for the moment, saying that they wanted to give it just a little more time. Billy absolutely adored Cat, he called her at work just to say I love you and he sent flowers to her desk so that all her co-workers would be jealous and all so his baby would be in a good mood and be ready to make him happy when she came home. Happy would be quite an understatement as to what she made him. You see, Cat was a very beautiful girl, just as Billy was a very handsome man.

In Cat’s mind the only thing that was sweeter then sugar was the taste of Billy’s cum as she gulped it down after a violently rough orgasm. Cat was a nympho but she was fiercely loyal to Billy and therefore she only wanted him and she got him almost whenever she wanted. They had done some very risqué things in their time. Once while Billy was driving Cat had extracted his 7 inch cock and had at first stroked it slowly as Billy tried to keep the car on the road, then eventually she took it deep into her throat allowing him to shoot his load hard straight to her belly.

Billy had then pulled the car over and demanded that she strip and this is where we will pick up on the hot to trot couple. Billy veered into a vacant gravel lot some distance off the highway. He looked around noticing that there were no houses nearby and his fears of being discovered by some angry farmer or landowner were quickly quelled. He then suggested they move to the backseat where Kartal Escort there would be more room for them. They did so; Cat unbuttoning the button down she had stolen from Billy’s closet earlier in the day as he shed his t-shirt. The sight of Billy’s bare chest with the coarse black hair on it that she could run her fingers through gently was enough to quicken the intake of her breath. The same could be said for Billy as got his first glimpse of the skimpy black bra Cat wore that struggled to contain her 36 D breasts.

He groaned feeling a familiar ache in his groin and Cat licked her lips in anticipation as she slid her skirt off her hips revealing a matching pair of black lacy underwear. Black being Billy’s favorite color he smiled and drew Cat to him taking her lips and pressing his against them gently yet passionately as he unbuttoned his jeans and began to slide them off, revealing the fact that his dick was now very anxious to be set free.

As if on cue, Cat slid her hand to the tower of manflesh stroking it while it remained enclosed inside his boxers. Billy feeling the tantalizing touch of his beautiful girlfriend on him began to pant as he quickly unhooked her bra, pulling it away with his hands to reveal her milky white complexioned breasts that had almost ruby red contrastingly colored nipples. He quickly bent his head to suck the first one into his mouth as Cat clawed pleadingly at his back as he bit into the tip causing her to squeal in delight.

She scratched at his back again as he began to suck like it was the last chance he was ever going to get with her bounteous bosom. His sucking mouth on her tit was driving Cat quickly out of her mind and she knew the fire between her legs would have to be extinguished and soon. She skillfully slid her panties down off her hips tossing them aside as she splayed her legs open for Billy to see her dripping pussy. Letting go of her nipple he switched to her other one as Pendik Escort he rubbed her thighs gently with some vigor taking pleasure in the sounds of her moaning for him to fuck her. She then reached around him sliding his boxers off as she stroked his dick quickly; bringing it to it’s full state of hardness.

She began pulling on it gently trying to make him move so that she could slide herself onto it. He got the message, moving his hips slowly toward her as she moved her legs around him. Seizing the opportunity she pushed him away from her breast and made him lie on his back as she mounted him sliding all the way down his now vertical dick. She placed her hands on his chest giving out a heavy sigh as inch by inch he filled her tight cunt. She smiled down at him giving her hips a little flip and he moaned feeling his dick move slightly while inside her. She began to slide up now quickly forcing herself back down once she reached the top of him. Billy closed his eyes, seeing stars from where she had just made his dick re-enter her pussy with such a hard stroke. He moaned softly and Cat just smiled sliding nearly all the way off of him before taking all of his manhood back into her fiery furnace again.

He gasped telling her that if she continued to give him such hard strokes he was going to cum before he did her much good, she just smiled back and told him that she would just have to suck him then to make him regain his hardness. He smiled up at her as his hands went to cup her breasts as he squeezed them gently, massaging them his index and thumbs coming up to rub at her nipples as he massaged them. Cat began lengthening her strokes taking him fully at the end of every one and quickly Billy could hold back no longer as he started to shoot into her hard, timing it just right as Cat shot off into an orgasm of her own. The two of them lay as still as possible trying to let the tremors wear off some before they started again.

Cat Göztepe Escort laid down on Billy’s chest as she kissed his chin gently smiling at him telling him how much she loved the feel of him and how she wished he could just stay in her. Billy had other ideas though, lifting Cat off of him as he then took his semi-hard dick in his hands pointing it at her lips as if to taunt her. Cat was more then happy to take him into her mouth though, as she began sucking gently. She massaged his balls helping him to moan and Billy had trouble getting her to release him before he had another blast off but he got her to lay on her tummy as he rubbed his dick all over the cheeks of her ass, savoring the feel of her delicate skin. She quickly rose to her knees, stretching out on all fours as Billy smiled moving his hips so that he was now lined up with her once again dripping pussy.

He placed his hands on her shoulders shoving his hips forward brutally burying his length into her as she moaned hard and loud but that didn’t deter him from continuing his onslaught. He took five more straight strokes deep into her before giving her a second to rest as he moved his hands down massaging her breasts gently rubbing over her nipples again.

Once again he started the fire in her and before long she was bucking her hips back at him, Billy allowed her to, watching her ass move back and forth then suddenly he leveled her right buttock with a hard slap as she stopped moving immediately almost crying out from the pain of the smack. He then took another thrust into her that was twice as hard as Cat lay forward holding her ass up to him for his taking. Billy smiled at her, realizing that he had her now where he wanted her, on her hands and knees begging for him to fuck her.

He now quickened his pace and the strength of his thrusts as he felt himself begin to cum he felt her pussy squeezing down on him tightly. Billy moaned as his seed shot into her and then slowly after he was finished he slid out of her, laying on the wide seat next to Cat as he took her into his arms.

He told her one last thing before they drifted off to sleep, he said “Remember that you are mine and nobody else’s or next time I’ll be twice as rough.”

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A beautiful girl sitting in a swing moving to and fro and staring at you while you are sitting in front of her can have a very disconcerting effect on you. Each time she swings closer to you the anticipation raises and each time she swings away from you are waiting for her to come back.

Now this was what my sister–in-law was doing exactly. She was swinging in the swing, which was in the center of the living room, and I was sitting in the sofa with a pretension of reading a novel, on a lazy summer afternoon. She would gaze downwards once in a while and her cherry like lips would curl in a smile apparently at my discomfiture.

She was a real tease.

Not that I was some one who would run after every specimen of the female species I came across. But everything about her was very tantalizing. The way she walked; very erect and proud. The way her breasts jutted out and jiggled on every movement of hers. The way her hips swayed to and fro gently on each step. The way she would smile with her cherry red lips very invitingly. The way her eyes always held a deep unfathomable piercing look when she looked at me. What was I to do? Take up the gauntlet or run away. Though I was not of a variety to seek trouble, at the same time I was also not one to look away when adventure and excitement reared its head. I decided to take the plunge.

This was a few months back I was engaged to girl from Mumbai, the regular conventional middle class girl – Ambassador car type – Functional, nondescript body with no flashes about it. After all this was marriage and I was not looking for a movie star and so I accepted to marry her, besides I always knew that for a guy like me so handsome and compelling in looks fun from marriage was like snack between meals. The feast would always come from somewhere outside.

My family and me left for Mumbai for the engagement. I met her at the gate of the house as I came out of the car. She took the luggage from me and flashed a smile at me that struck me like lightning and introduced her to me with a shake hand. ‘Hi I am Rita, Priya’s sister.’ I said ‘hi’ and walked in unable to take my sight off her swaying shapely hips. I knew Adventure has reared its head. Now why look the other way?

Once inside Priya came and handed over cups of coffee to all of us. What a contradiction. Both her sister and my would-be-wife were born to the same parents. One was like Ambassador car the other a luxury sedan. I suddenly envied the guy who would marry her and possess her beautiful body but not before I got a taste of it.

The engagement was slated at 11.30 am and I got ready – Shave, bath, a splash of cologne deodorant, a two piece suit and there was me, vastly different and looking handsome from the bedraggled guy looking rumpled after a early morning flight from my city.

I came into the living room and sat on the sofa. Rita came in and gave me an appraising look and said

‘I feel jealous’ and smiled warmly at me.

I said ‘Why.’

‘Priya is a lucky girl to get a guy like you.’

I smiled beamingly in knowledge that I have crossed the first step towards my goal.

Soon the ceremony started and at a stage some lady was to anoint my forehead with ‘tilak’ and my sweet sister-in-law took lead in doing it, all very naturally. Her hand on my fore head made my heart skip a beat and I swallowed a lump in my throat. She was in the same state and her hand trembled as she applied the ‘tilak.’ She was dressed in figure hugging dress, which was cut at the neck a little low, and as she bent in front of me I could have a good look at her beautiful milky white bosom. Then she straightened smiling smugly in full knowledge of what I have seen.

If it was body chemistry at its height this was it. None Maltepe Escort of us spoke much to each other since our arrival and still a lot of sexual communication took place between us.

Lunchtime – I sat in a row with others with my fiancé on one side and Rita was serving that row. She came up to me and said.

‘I hope the feast is good.’

‘I said it was wonderful.’

Both of us knew in our minds what we are talking about.

My fiancé said ‘yes the dinner is very good.’

Rita smiled mischievously at me at the innocence of her sister.

I was to stay in Mumbai for three days after that day and get acclimatized to my fiancé’s family and my parents were to leave to our home city that evening. Rita offered to drop my parents at the airport and we left to the airport.

After dropping my parents at the airport, we started back. Rita offered to take me to a restaurant, which sold a special ‘Chat.’ I said ‘fine.’

We sat in the restaurant facing each other. Rita ordered the ‘Chat’ and we waited to be served. She was wearing blue-faded jeans with a white tea shirt on top. She wore what seemed a flimsy lacy bra. As my eyes drank on the feast in front of me, Rita’s cheek grew rosy first and then crimson later. Her nipples peaked out and strained against her T-shirt. She avoided my eyes and looked around the restaurant.

The waiter came with the plates of Chat and broke our tension.

As we were eating I felt a leg on my foot. I knew it was whose. She gently let it stay there for a few minutes, with me all the while pretending as if nothing happened.

Now that I got the right signal the beast in me was waiting to be unleashed.

We drove home in complete awkward silence not knowing what to speak to each other.

On reaching home all of us me, my fiancé her parents and Rita chatted, laughed at my jokes and later had dinner.

I had only two days left and had to do something urgently if was not to let go this chance.

The next day Rita had to go to the university to attend her classes she casually informed me that she would come by 3 O’ clock.

So I was left to spend the better part of the day with my fiancé. I offered to take her to shopping and felt bored all along but took care to not to show it and feigned enthusiasm while she shopped.

I came back home with anticipation. Rita was sitting in the swing wearing jeans and a loose T-shirt. Swinging her legs in an abandon manner. I slumped in the sofa in front of her, downcast more with inability to do anything rather than being tired with the boring shopping. My Mother-in-law was enjoying her afternoon nap and my father-in-law was out on business.

Suddenly the phone rang my fiancé came and answered it. She spoke into the phone

‘Ok I will be there in ten minutes.’

There was a call from her computer Institute. The study material she wanted had arrived and she had to go and pick it up before it was distributed among other students.

Now Rita was swinging joyously and smiling at me once in while in a teasing manner. I was feeling very disturbed each time she swung towards me. I was feeling she would jump into my lap any moment. All of a sudden she stopped and said.

‘What does it mean if you see snakes in your dream’

I said ‘That is an indication that you are tormented with sexual thoughts.’

She didn’t expect such a brazen reply from me and was taken aback, smiled shyly and squirmed uncomfortably. I smiled inwardly.

After some time she said

‘You know I have a funny mark on the upper part of my right hip.’

‘What is it’? I said.

She said ‘It looks like a coiled snake.’

I said ‘funny to have birthmark like that.’

She said ‘come over and have İstanbul Escort a look.’

I went over and she lifted her T-shirt a little and pushed her jeans a little lower and showed me the mark. True, it was like a coiled snake. I put my finger on it and rubbed it a little. Rita took a deep breath. After that I sat besides her looking at her closely. I put a finger on her nose and slowly moved it down on to her lips. Rita closed her eyes.

Her mother moved in the other room and said

‘Rita get me a glass of water.’

We woke up from our reverie with a sigh.

That night at the dinner I was not able to eat much, so was Rita with the excitement churning our stomachs.

The dogs in our neighborhood were barking very badly.

Rita commented

‘Mrs. Karan says this is mating season for dogs and poor things they don’t eat much and neither sleep much now.’

I smiled knowing what she was referring to.

I had not slept the whole night excited with a rush of thoughts. I could hear Rita tossing in the bed in her room. I was desperate to do something but her mother too was sleeping with her in that room. The day dawned. I was to go back the next day morning it was now or never situation for me.

My in laws were to attend a wedding of a close relative that night they tagged me along to introduce me to all the invitees at the marriage. Dinner was over by 9.30 pm and marriage was at 12.30 am. At 10.30 pm. Suddenly an idea flashed in my mind. I went up to my father-in-law and said. ‘I will go home and get some sleep,’ you know I have to get up early to take a early morning flight.’ He said ‘ok ok,’ Rita is having the keys to the house and also the car keys you can take the car and go home.’

I went up to Rita and told her I was going home and took the keys from her. She narrowed her eyes and looked at me and then smiled.

Part one of the plan a success.

I went home changed into a pajama and slumped on the bed. Sleep would not come. ‘Would my plan work or not.’ I was thinking and tossing for one and half hours and was losing hope fast.

Suddenly the bell rang. I jumped up in excitement and my heart beat fast. I opened the door to find Rita standing in front of me, she barely looked at me and walked past me announcing that she had a bad headache and wanted to sleep.

I went into my room and flopped on the bed, my head whirring with excitement.

I heard Rita bolt the door from inside, perhaps to change her dress. I was waiting to hear for the bolt to be withdrawn, but could not even after half an hour. I was a little depressed.

Slowly I got up from my bed and tip toed to Rita’s bedroom and stood in front of the door. I took a deep breath and slowly nudged the door. It opened. My heart skipped a beat. I went in.

Rita was lying on the bed with eyes closed. I went closer and lowered my head to observe her closely. Her eyelids were batting and her pupils moving. I knew she was not asleep. She felt my breath and slowly opened her eyes and looked at me earnestly first at my face, then my bare chest and then my crotch. I couldn’t conceal my rigid member.

She moved to one side and gave me space. I slowly eased on to her side. With my right index finger I twirled her locks. Then I caressed her forehead, she shivered with my touch. I slowly kissed her closed eyes and she took a deep breath. I put a finger on her nose and slowly moved it down to her lips and rested them there. She slowly parted her lips and I put my finger inside and felt the inside contours of her lips.

My finger slowly traveled to her neck drawing slow long lines from her neck to the top of her bosom. She was breathing heavily with anticipation. I was controlling my passion.

I Anadolu Yakası Escort moved my finger slowly on to her right bosom and then slowly trailed it on to her already peaked nipple. She gasped. All of a sudden she got up and hugged me very tightly. She was unable to control the emotion building up inside her. She was sobbing and my shoulder became wet with her tears. I let her empty her emotions all the while caressing her back. She slowly calmed.

She said ‘This emotion was building up inside me since the day I saw you.’

Having sobbed enough she was relieved now and smiled at me. I kissed on her lips and pushed my tongue inside her mouth. She tasted like strawberries. I slowly undid a button of her nightdress and then the second. She took a deep breath. Then I undid all the buttons. I cupped her left breast it was warm and I moved close to her. She sighed heavily. Then I cupped the right breast, immediately her nipple peaked. I moved a finger in a circular motion on the areola it was soft and supple under my touch. I took her nipple in my mouth and she moaned.

She pressed my head to her bosom tightly mashing my face to them. She was rubbing and twisting her legs all the while.

I pulled off her nightdress over her head. She had a beautifully sculpted body. It looked like it had been sculpted from white marble.The moonlight streaming in from the window shone on her body. I kissed gently on her depressed navel and she sighed loudly and pushed up her midriff towards my mouth. I placed my palm on her pubic bone and closed my fingers on her vulva. Her panties were soaked wet. She was breathing very heavily and my breath was jagged.

Slowly I peeled off her panties. She was a great artist. She shaved off her pussy leaving a small triangular set of tendrils over her pubic area. I moved my finger over them. Slowly I felt the contours of her wet vaginal lips. Parting them slowly with my fingers. She was grinding her hips into the bed.

I pushed in my middle finger deep into her curved it and slowly touched her G spot she took a sharp intake of her breath and fell back on the bed. Then my finger circled in the insides of her pussy. She was now trashing on bed. I kissed her wet pussy lips and she thrust her pussy into my mouth more. She was uncontrollable now.

I raised and pulled off my pajamas. She opened her eyes and looked at my rigid staff for some time, probably it was her first time she looked a fully rigid male cock and was fascinated by the look of it. She took it in her hands and gave it hard kiss. I pulled out a condom pack. She said ‘No need for that’ my menstrual cycle starts the day after. I was overjoyed.

I pushed her back gently on the bed and got in between her legs raised her knees and spread her legs. She hid her face in her hands. I gather some of her juices and smeared it on my rigid staff. My passion had peaked I wanted to push all the way into her in one forceful push, hymen or no hymen. I gave a very powerful push tearing all the way past her hymen and buried my self to the hilt. Her eyes popped and opened wide, she screamed.

She rose and hugged me tightly sinking her fingernails into my shoulder. I slowly eased her back and started rocking in and out of her she was now moaning. In between I tweaked her clit with my finger and she moaned loudly. Slowly the momentum built up I was thrusting faster, faster, faster and all of a sudden the world stood still my legs buckled and my whole frame shook. She was convulsing and coming in waves he cunt muscles squeezing my cock. Slowly she subsided her breathing calmed, so did mine. We sank into a stupor like sleep. We woke up after about an hour.

We lay in each other’s hands kissing and caressing. Deep in my mind I cursed myself for thinking she was a slut. This lovely girl had been a virgin.

The next day morning I took a flight home with both my fiancé and Rita giving me a sendoff. Five years later this nineteen-year-old nubile girl is now a mature woman of 24 years and still secretly in love with me.

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* * * * *

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

He didn’t particularly like wine.

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

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

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

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

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

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

* * * * *

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“He’s my cousin.”

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

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

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

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

“Well…uh, no, John’s OK…”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I, uh…”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Hey!” she said, her face flushed.

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

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

“Sure.”

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

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

“Like I’m leaning on you right now?”

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

“Kinda like that.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I’m coming with you”.

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

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

“I just had to make sure”, she said.

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

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

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

“My room.”

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

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

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

“Yeah, me too.”

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

“Really?”

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

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

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

She laughed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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The Submission:

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

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

Master

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yes I can hear…”

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

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

“No I’m afraid not, madam.”

“Ah…”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Finally finished then?” said hubby behind me…

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