Turmoil, Lust and Dripping Sheets

Reconciling the Start of a Bad Affair

We meet at the dog park. I bring my two poodle mixes and Timothy is there with his two Labradors.

As I look up, Timothy is grinning ear to ear – I know he’s happy to see me.

I wore a pair of thong underwear under my sweats so he’d look every time I stooped down to grab the dogs. I made sure I bent down sticking my ass in the air as much as possible.

I would catch Tim watching and getting aroused. I knew he was thinking ‘I want a piece of that ass again.’

But, I was coy. I wasn’t going to air my horniness for him right away.

We discuss the last few weeks and our affair.

“I know I’ve been acting crazy but you make me so angry,” Julie responded. “Enough analyzing and arguing,” I end after what seemed like forever dickering back and forth with each other.

We spend a few hours gallivanting around the park; breaking up the dog fights. Finally, I have to leave before I have a nervous breakdown.

Nervous breakdown – because of the dog fights or because of Timothy, I ask myself.

We go outside the park. “Do you want to go to the IHOP,” I ask.

“No, I had a late lunch,” Timothy replies.

We meander and I expect nothing. I just want to depart friends…friends for over 30 years. I’m not tense, or upset – just happy to see Timothy.

We talk outside the dog park for at least an hour.

“I owe you a great….” says Timothy.

I didn’t hear him. I thought he said he owed me dinner or something.

“What did you say?” I asked.

I owe you a great orgasm.”

I taksim escort laugh at Tim. I was surprised. “Well, yes you do, as a matter of fact.” I kiss him on the neck and give him a little squeeze around the shoulders and neck.

We talk some more and then I say that “I will look forward to our next encounter.”

Tim smiled ear to ear again. The nervousness was resolved between the two of us.

“You can bring out the toys,” he requests.

“Eventually,” I reply. “See you soon,” and I run across the street with my dogs wriggling my ass some more.

Laughing to myself, I look forward to my ‘owe’ and lustful thoughts of the future.

We Continue Our Affair

The next day, Tim calls me. “Hi Julie.” We carry on some small talk and then he asks, “Would you like to go out to dinner Saturday night?”

“Sure,” I respond. “That sounds nice.”

A few days pass and I start to get ready for our date.

I put on a sexy summer dress, low-cut, sleeveless, red and purple with a seductive jagged hemline. I put on purple heels and no hose. The bra I’m wearing shows just enough cleavage. My hair looks just right still with the blond streaks for the summer. The dangling earrings set the mood.

After all, Timothy owes me an orgasm.

I hear a knock at the door. “Come in, Timothy.”

He opens the door, wearing a cotton summer shirt and Dockers, grinning ear to ear and gives me a sexy kiss.

I don’t act overly excited yet underneath my panties, I’m horney and getting wet already. WE are beyoğlu escort going out to dinner, I think to myself.

“You look nice, Julie.”

“You do, too,” I respond back.

Tim walks closer to me and runs his hand up my back smoothing his palm on my bare shoulders. He let’s one of my spaghetti straps fall kissing my shoulders and butterfly kissing my neck.

“Ah, what do we have here, Julie. No bra?” he asked.

Well, no bra and no panties but I wasn’t going to tell him that.

He pulls out my breast and begins sucking my nipple.

I am getting so wet. I was waiting for this. I can’t fight him off now.

As Tim sucks the other nipple, he lifts my dress and reaches for my pussy.

“Oh, Tim, we should go to dinner,” I gasp.

“We will. But how about an appetizer first?” he asks.

I’m getting wetter and I felt his hard dick against my smooth leg.

Tim is kissing me passionately and three fingers are in my pussy. He relentlessly continues in and out, in and out. He kisses me harder and sits down on the floor.

“Hmmmmm, no panties, Julie? He licks my pussy spreading my pussy lips and dipping his tongue into my wet pussy. He sticks his finger up my ass smothering my pussy with his tongue and digging his finger deeper into my ass.

I’m becoming weak at the knees while he rubs his hands up and down my thighs. “Oh, don’t stop!” and I begin quivering and falling back on the barcalounger.

He gets on his knees and sticks his tongue back into my pussy rather forcefully.

“Like beşiktaş escort this, Julie?” Tim asks.

I say nothing.

I start cumming hard and he won’t let me push him away.

I’m getting so loud bursting with pleasure.

“You wanted a great orgasm, now didn’t you Julie?” Tim asks.

“Yeah,” I stutter.

“Well, I’m not finished with you yet!” Tim brags.

He turns me over, lifting my dress, my face buried in the pillow on the seat of the chair. He sticks his huge cock inside my, fingering my clit, and I cum again.

“A little horney tonight, aren’t we, Julie? Hold night honey – you’re in for a ride tonight.”

He sticks his cock into me deeper and I’m enthralled with the hardness and thickness of his cock.

“Deeper, Tim – go deeper,” I beg.

“Oh, I’m planning to do a lot more than that Julie.”

He pulls out as I’m cumming again and continues rubbing my pussy as I’m trembling and breathless.

Tim eases something into my ass hole.

It feels so good. I can’t concentrate. What’s he doing? Oh, my goodness.

As Tim eases his cock into my hole, he moves in deeper and deeper.

He’s easing in and pushing his self up my ass and playing with my clit now.

My ass is clinching him so tight; he squelches and releases a loud sigh as he cums in my ass.

I am orgasming so inflexibly and erotically, I’m about to pass out.

Tim pulls his cock out of me as we both roll on the floor. He rests his limp cock on my ass as we embrace without words.

Tim owed me a great orgasm but I didn’t know what he meant.

As we regain our strength, Tim says, “Maybe I didn’t’ get your virgin pussy in college but your virgin ass was worth the wait.”

Tim and I have known each other for over thirty years.

“Yes, it was, Tim,” as we climb under the sheets and fall asleep.

I forgot about dinner and so did Tim.

University Pleasures Ch. 03

Disclaimer: the following is a work of fiction. It may contain scenes of violence, bondage and/or sexual situations which may or may not be consensual, and is intended for adult readers only. All characters portrayed in this story are adults. This work in not for profit and is intended as entertainment only. The author does not support or encourage violence or humiliation towards women or anyone. Characters in this story are fictional and not based on any person living or dead, and are not meant to infringe on any existing characters in other literatures.

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When Tom awoke on Sunday morning, he was pleasantly stirred by his lover’s warm naked body; they had returned to her home after their stint along the road for some quiet time together. Surprisingly, or perhaps not given their earlier bout of intense sexual activity leaning against the vehicle, they hadn’t made love that night, simply hanging out behind the screen, chatting while watching a cheesy romantic comedy. When it had come time to get to bed, shortly past midnight, neither Dana nor Tom had jumped one another, though they had slept naked with the expectation of morning.

Now, Tom pulled the covers off his colleague, admiring her delicious curves and toned physique – much more tone than his, in fact. She rested on her side, one arm covering her breasts, her legs tight hiding her sex. She shivered from the sudden chill; instinctively, he pulled the covers back onto her frame and let her indulge in the late morning. Late. It was barely seven AM. Tom shrugged his early riser routine and closed his eyes, intent on enjoying this marvelous intimacy a moment more. He fell asleep.

“…Tom…”

The whisper of a woman’s voice in his ear was all too familiar, a reminder of an erotic dream that had assaulted his brain two nights ago. Except the voice was real, belonging to Dana. Her lips on his cheek were equally real.

“…I want you, Tom…” his ears heard the mumbled words.

He forced his eyes open, meeting Dana’s gorgeous face as she leaned in to kiss him, unmindful of whatever morning breath might be present. He returned the favor with tongue as a bonus, feeling Dana’s hand reaching for his penis, to stroke it, intent on getting him hard. As a response, he moved his own hand between her legs, to stimulate her sex in kind; he could feel how wet she already was, but that didn’t detract him from using his fingers to further his agenda. All the while, their tongues played with one another; eyes closed, they reveled in the intimacy.

Eventually, sensing he was hard enough, she pushed him back onto the bed and climbed over him, her opening resting atop his shaft; staring at him, guiding it with one hand, she lowered onto his erection and allowed the feeling of penetration to flood her facial expression, giving Tom quite a scene in the process.

“Tom… mmm…” she mumbled as she leaned down, resting her breasts against his chest.

She initiated the movement, sliding up and down, shifting sideways on top of him as she played with his cock inside her body. Tom’s hands reached down to her buttocks, squeezing them hard, even as his own posterior and hips began to thrust upward.

“Uggh… yes… Tom… mmmm…”

Without pushing himself too quickly, Tom fucked his mentor and lover with the energy of an absent-minded man, barely waking up from his slumber. Dana helped herself in the process by pushing back on him even as he came back down, timing her sway as best as she could. They continued this way for a while, with Dana’s eyes glazing over a few times, almost peaking but not quite reaching it. At some point, Tom slowed down, eager to get into a different position.

Dana had a different idea than him; she pulled herself up but signaled him to remain on his back. She twirled around and moved her vagina over his face, lowering herself so he could eat her up; meanwhile, she lowered her own mouth onto his shaft. This was new – an oral position neither had ever assumed together. Dana’s warm mouth around his cock thrilled Tom as much as any time she had blown him; Tom pressed his lips and tongue into Dana’s pussy and welcomed it with desire. He had grown in experience in that domain too thanks to the ‘sex gang’ activities, though his current thoughts were strictly on Dana that morning.

Though Dana’s mouth was busy, he could hear her moan through the gagging; the vibrations of her throat stimulated him even further. Insistent on her pleasure, Dana pressed herself harder against Tom’s face and he increased his pace; she slowed her ministrations on him so he could focus more on her, and he did.

“Tom… keep going… just like that…” she pulled her mouth away long enough to direct him.

He did his best to carry out the request, forcing himself to repeat the same motions with his tongue as it lapped up and down her lips, gently prodding her insides.

Suddenly, a shiver ran along Dana’s entire body as her clitoris got stimulated just right; the climax, amazing and delicious, paralyzed her fatih escort for a short moment, long enough for her to lose focus on Tom’s erection. This time, Tom was aware of his success and it filled him with pride; he had, so far as he knew, failed to provide a proper oral orgasm to any woman he had been with. Circumstances certainly helped.

Satisfied, shaking from the pleasure, Dana buried her mouth on Tom’s shaft and started working him hard and fast, her hands helping along the way. Tom understood her intent and he let carry it, taking time to breathe in from his own efforts.

“Ugh… Dana… I’m gonna… I’m gonna…”

He didn’t say it – it merely happened, and she allowed him to fill up her mouth with his morning offering, wrapping her lips tights on his manhood so no liquid could escape.

“Uggh… yes… fuck!” he grunted.

The pleasure broke through Tom’s last moments of sleepiness, carried over from waking not so long ago. He appreciated ever moment of the sensation, so much that his mouth soon returned to Dana’s sex, to continue pleasing her. She didn’t need it, so she pulled herself off, turning sideways so he could see her face. She was grinning. A moment later, she parted her lips and exposed the white liquid in her mouth, in a manner very reminiscent of pornography – again, something new and unexpected. Tom, mesmerized, watched her close her lips and swallow it all in one gulp.

When she then moved to kiss him, he had no reluctance despite what she might taste like. The eroticism of that move alone, its playfulness, was another example of what they had talked about the previous night.

She pulled away, smiling at him with loving eyes.

“Wow…” she said. “You were something.”

“You… I… yeah.”

She moved to lie down against his chest, and both took a moment to recover from the activity. Eventually, she spoke again.

“I meant it, you know.”

“I know,” he replied. “I’m just not sure what to do about it yet.”

“We don’t have to plan anything,” she merely stated. “We can play it by ear.”

She paused, then snickered.

“For example, next time we get invited to do a swapping, we can at least consider it – or talk about it first.”

“For example,” he repeated, a grin on his lips.

They laid in bed for another hour, cuddling and caressing each other’s exposed skin, whispering sweet words to one another as they relaxed on this glorious Sunday morning. Eventually, when hunger hit Tom, he moved to rise and Dana followed. Neither bothered to get dressed, though they did drop by the bathroom for a quick wash in the sink.

They ate croissants and drank orange juice; Dana brewed a new pot of coffee.

“Did I mention how amazing it is to have you here?” she asked Tom.

“Several times, but it would be equally amazing if you were at my place.”

As they walked around the home naked, turning on the television as background, Tom stared constantly at his lover’s perfect frame. One could hardly tell Dana from her age, and it had nothing do with the makeup. He inquired about her training routine. She was candid about it.

“I train six times a week, except on weekends now,” she told him with a wry smile. “I do a lot of cardio, jogging, yoga, a little martial arts.”

“Self-defense?”

“Yeah. Keeps me in shape.”

“You look incredible!”

She blushed, unable to hide it behind her nudity.

“Would you like to train with me?” she asked him directly.

That hadn’t been the intention, but Tom could clearly see the benefit on her. Tom was reminded that Rebecca, Myriam and their friends all looked superb too, but they were in their twenties and age hadn’t kicked in. For Dana to maintain such a figure was a true accomplishment of which she could be proud. It spoke highly of her determined character, a trait Tom admired.

“Yes. Yes, I would.”

She smiled; not only did it mean a training partner but it also implied spending more time with her lover.

As morning rolled around, they got dressed and drove to Tom’s place; Dana had put on her gym equipment, tight sweat pants and an athletic top, with running shoes – and nothing underneath, she teased Tom about it. Tom was able to also dress appropriately at his place, and they went for a jog around the block. Tom, not in bad shape but clearly not yet at Dana’s level, tagged along as best she could. They stopped at a local café to buy some fruit juice and an energy bar, then resumed their exercise.

“Still on to see my mother tonight?” Dana asked her partner as they jogged slowly along the bike path.

“Of course. When is she expecting us?”

“Around five. David will be there, of course.”

“No one else?”

She smiled at him.

“No. I’m not going to get you to meet my whole family at the same time.”

“Appreciated. But I’m sure we’d get along fine.”

Dana talked a bit about her family; her father was out-of-the-picture, incommunicado; another reminder that the men in her life bağcılar escort hadn’t treated her well.

“But I trust you, Tom,” she added.

No pressure, he reflected. Beyond the father, she had no siblings but her mother had four brothers and sisters, and they all met two to three times a year.

“We get to be thirty, with everyone’s extended families. I like it.”

“It’s more quiet on my side,” Tom explained.

He also had no siblings; his parents still lived together, and they didn’t entertain their extended families because of distance.

“I can’t wait to meet yours too.”

They stopped for a snack break and sat down on a bench. As Tom wolfed down his food, Dana kept the conversation going about whatever trotted in her mind, and Tom enjoyed the banter even as he considered all that was happening, wondering what Dana’s attitude change further implied. Although he wanted to follow her advice and wait for an opportunity to present itself, his instincts told him that this needed to be further discussed.

He only brought it up when they returned to his place, a little after three PM.

“Wow,” he checked the time. “I can’t believe we were out training for so long.”

“And you made it,” she congratulated him.

“I need a shower.”

“Together?” she suggested.

He certainly wasn’t going to refuse; they stripped and hopped into the tight space, allowing the water to rinse off their sweat. They each lathered each other’s back, but no sexual activity spawned from it – not in the enclosed space anyway. They stepped out, drying themselves in the living room, tossing the towels to the floor, once more naked inside a home.

When Tom sat on his couch, Dana climbed on top of him, wrapping her arms around his neck.

“We had sex at this spot,” she quipped.

“I remember.”

They kissed; there was a clear indication of this leading to something quite erotic, but Tom wanted to address his concern before acting out, even though it might break the mood.

“You’re not the only person I had sex with on this couch though,” he hazarded the comment, uncertain of Dana’s reaction but willing to test it.

“Really?”

Her reply was mix of arousal and restraint; obviously, her own needs in that department were still somewhat confused.

“How does that make you feel?” Tom asked, eager to elicit a better response from her.”

She considered her feelings, then turned the question around to another direction.

“Why are you telling me this?”

“Because I want you to know it. Yesterday, we opened up a lot about the past. As much as I’m not keen on sharing my recent weeks with you, you did mention that you wanted to be wild with me.”

“True,” she mumbled.

Tom allowed her a moment to consider her stance; did she want to know more? Would she dare herself to go beyond what Rebecca had done? Tom wondered if his question was fair, but it seemed the right move in order to advance their relationship – or merely to establish boundaries, which would be equally useful.

“Did you tell her the same thing?” Dana asked.

“I did.”

“And how did she react?”

This time, it was Tom who hesitated, but he could sense that Dana’s worries were not about the other girl; she was testing her own self through this interrogation.

“She loved it. She… asked me to… take her exactly as I had you.”

“So it was after we did it. Hmmm…did you?”

“Yes.”

Dana was blushing; obviously, this revelation did not leave her indifferent. It remained to determine what she wanted to do with it. At the moment, her sex was rubbing against Tom’s, slowly triggering an erection that her naked presence was obviously also helping.

“Name one thing you’ve done with her that you haven’t done with me,” Dana suddenly called out.

Tom’s mind raced for an answer – many offered themselves, but he needed to chose one that involved only Rebecca. He thought about the unreciprocated servicing in the sports van, but that seemed silly; he then recalled one of their first actual direct encounters.

“I… fucked her outside of her body.”

“What?” Dana stared at him, confused.

“I… rubbed against her pussy… came all over her torso and belly… no penetration.”

Dana’s eyes frowned.

“I guess I could do that,” she argued, though she wasn’t convinced.

Then again, Tom told himself, Rebecca had enjoyed it mostly because she had already climaxed in the tender loving care of her roommate, and Tom had simply ridden that sensation.

Thinking back on it, Tom realized there were few sexual activities that Rebecca and himself had engaged – apart from the group activities – which Dana and himself had not also enjoyed. On some level, Dana had gone even further with the costume sex play.

“Honestly, Dana,” Tom said plainly, “I just want you. No gimmicks, nothing fancy. Just… I want you.”

“Now?” she purred, rubbing her opening against her hardness.

“Yes…” he mumbled.

She fındıkzade escort impaled herself on him without effort; obviously, the sexual conversation had aroused her enough. She rode him for a minute or so, using her powerful posterior muscles to grind on him. They didn’t stay in this position, very reminiscent of the morning, for long. Dana rose and laid down on the carpet, spreading her legs for her lover. Tom leaned on top of her, guiding his shaft into her hole, pilfering it with passion as she held onto his behind.

“Oh… Tom… I bet you fuck all the girls like this…” she goaded him on, playing on what was obviously turning into a game.

“Maybe,” he replied in-between thrusts, “or maybe I keep some of my special moves just… for you…”

They kept at it on the carpet for another minute, until Dana started complaining about the rug burns. Not turned off by anything, they simply shifted Dana off her back and onto her hands and feet, on all fours, as Tom rammed himself further inside her.

“Ohh… fuck Tom… it’s so fucking amazing…”

“I’m not… doing anything… uhhh… special,” he mused with a grin, adding: “And flattery will get you everything…”

The banter between them added to the scene’s intensity, Tom looking for satisfaction in this familiar and favorite position; Dana bent her head back so she could look at him as he plowed into her. Her face betrayed all of her desires; no special thoughts shaped her mind. Tom, locking stares with her as he kept at it, marveled at the brightness of her gaze.

“Your eyes…” he mumbled.

“Fuck me with your eyes,” she replied.

He couldn’t look away; he blinked often but never lost contact as his focus oscillated between his manhood and her face. Tension was rising inside him at an alarming rate, threatening to explode.

“I’m… gonna… come…” he started to say.

She looked away from him, moving her hips harder to match his rhythm, coaxing more pleasure out of him as he neared completion. Suddenly, unexpectedly, she pulled out and away from him, twisting on herself in a flash, grabbing his dick in her hand and jerking him hard.

He blasted his semen all across her face and chest even as she grinned, her eyes closing momentarily to avoid being blinded by his ejaculation.

“Aarrgghhhh!” he groaned through the surprise and pleasure, collapsing on his behind after the fact.

He looked up and saw her stained figure, somewhat uneasy but smiling, biting her lower lip. Then, she started to hum a tune, grinning even more.

“Anything she can do I can do better…”

Tom couldn’t help but burst out laughing, recovering from his own orgasm; Dana joined in the giggles even as she started to wipe the cum off her body with her fingers.

“You are… crazy!” Tom called her out.

“Guilty as charged,” she sneered at him, “though I didn’t hear you complaining.”

He stared at her, bewildered but relaxed, content beyond his climax.

“You really mean it, don’t you?”

“Tom, I do,” she insisted. “I’ve been afraid…”

She paused her admission, looking down for a moment, then back up at her lover, more confident.

“Randi hurt me. And with David over these past years, I’ve been neglecting, well… my needs. It’s not his fault – it just happens. But David’s nine, better able to take care of himself. He still comes first – he has to. But I’m not alone… my mom, she’s…”

Dana started laughing without explaining herself to Tom; she wiped more of his semen off her face.

“I should probably wash up before we get to dinner?”

Tom giggled; they moved back to the bathroom where they proceeded to further clean themselves. As they did so, Dana continued explaining herself, not because Tom needed it but because she wanted to be as candid as possible.

“I’ve had a weird run. It started great at first, until I got involved with a bad crowd. Took me three years… already told you that.”

“I don’t mind,” Tom calmly stated.

“When I got better, I focused on my studies and I stopped being so wild; I mean, I was a little but nowhere near as before. When I hit thirty, I became wild again – I met Randi, others… well, I told you that already too. Now, I’m forty-two, and I’m reaching a point where I want to be wild again – and there’s just something about you, Tom, that made me want to try again.”

He hugged her.

“I’m flattered.”

“In a way, I’m glad Randi dumped me. I would never have had the drive to leave him – not with David in the picture. He forced me out of my complacency. And now – I have you.”

“You do,” he leaned in and kissed her.

They quickly got dressed, then started to head out for dinner.

Claire Hendrix, Dana’s mother, proved to be a joy for Tom. She welcomed him with a warm smile and a hug, showed him around the house and quickly got him to work setting the table even as Dana went to spend some time with her son David. When they sat for supper, the 62-year old woman served everyone with a happy attitude. There were no unneeded rituals or etiquette issues; she didn’t care for those things, though she insisted David sit up straight, eat all the food on his plate and generally remain respectful. Please and thank you were common place words in the household. It gave Tom a good feeling about Dana’s immediate family and her upbringing.

Urban Fantasies: Dream Lover

Lips brushed a light stroke over skin that gleamed with heightened perspiration, bringing forth a shiver. The sounds of rapid, shallow breaths played symphonic chords as the instrument beneath it trembled. The body that pressed forward was eager, want and need apparent with each forceful thrust of the hips.

“Tell me you want me,” words rasped into the air and caressed the lobe of an ear, fingertips trailing a gentle, too delicate touch up and down an arm. It’s opposite wrapped tight around the waist, holding the victim well and still.

“You know I do. But this isn’t the time, or place,” the whispered, urgent response – a bit chastising in its tone.

“Has it ever mattered before?”

The unspoken answer fluttered between them as tender, moist lips moved with sure expertise down the muscles of the cheek to graze against their counterparts, breath a fragile touch on those plateaus.

“Hard. You know you’re aching for it as much as I am. Why not just fulfill that urge to be an animal? Come on kitten; let’s turn you into a tiger again,” coaxing words.

Hips jerked back in response, curling into the rhythm both knew almost as if by instinct. Need intensified, heating the area around them as lips clasped at last. Parting, tongues came together and dueled for supremacy even as the ataköy escort hunter started to become prey. A moan here – a grunt there, they were both vocal as the physical needs took over.

Hands drifted up the hem of a skirt, pushing the soft material aside even as they gripped firm thighs, and lifted the weight with ease onto a nearby table. The sturdy oak seemed built for their purpose; minus the flower pot, set to the side after a deft catch from a near fall.

Those same hands drifted south and made short work to the buttons that hindered their mutual goal. Sighs of relief and need mingled as they came together at last, their body’s urgent desire being met.

Lips came in contact with a nipple and sucked hard on its sensitive point, teeth pressed with just enough force to bring pleasurable pain. Liquid pooled between them as craving was both satisfied and heightened.

“Don’t stop. MMM-mmm. I couldn’t stand it if you did.”

“I’d never forgive myself – you feel incredible.”

Legs corded themselves about the waist, back arching to give more freedom to those searching lips; points hurting with their desire. “Every time I’d swear you get better.”

“You’re amazing.” Breath hitching even as hips pummeled.

“So…. are şişli escort you.” The sweet smack as flesh met flesh added depth to their song. Fingertips gripped hold of their perch, digging eight small crescents into the back of shoulders.

“Sing for me, birdy.”

“Scare me, kitten.”

And just like that everything started happening at once – and it seemed that every time was similar, but also its own entity.

The pace of thundering hips doubled, sending that song into a higher pitch of what would have been longer maintained screams had that mouth not become muffled by the skin of a shoulder. The two strained together as if perfection lie between, and then one quivered, and the other turned to steel. Together they found release, pouring into the other as souls met.

They held to one another as heartbeats slowed, and awareness began to sink into their reality. Sweat brought a glow to skin tones, alabaster on tan. A rather nice combination many complimented.

Eyes met, satisfied and yet still flickering with that hunger – that insatiable greed of theirs, as if each of them had to want it more than the other. Pride had forbid either of them admitting defeat.

Strong hands twirled the body, baring the twin globes of a plush bottom bakırköy escort ready for inspection. Bent over the table, nether lips glistened from the last orgasm, still sensitive to the cool air as sighs escaped panting lips.

Spreading the folds, sleek skin stretched and filled, invoking another deep moan of approval. Hips bucked against hips as each reached for the meeting between.

Rhythm and music took control of each moaning, singing instrument, straining together in symphony.

Skin against skin; conqueror invading the slick, squelching folds of dewy submission. Ignored was the gentle rock of wood against the wall as the perch swayed with the force of their motions.

“Yes, yes, yes!”

I’m screaming, fingers digging in and out of my dripping pussy lips again and again, continuing to drag from me the orgasm that’s still causing my body to shake and shiver in after moments of bliss.

Ragged breath gasping, my hand removes itself of my – for now – satisfied pussy and drops to the bed beside me.

And I finally admit it to myself; it’s good, don’t get me wrong. I like to masturbate.

But even feeling and seeing and being with my dream lover, it isn’t the same as being fucked or loved and feeling that hot, hard, real cock sliding between my pussy lips; warm flesh covering mine and surrounding me with feelings and energy of its own.

A tear slips down my cheek and I quickly brush it aside.

No.

I refuse to accept that he is my dream lover, that man of ago.

It just felt that way at the time.

I know I’m lying, but I refuse to acknowledge that he still is.

Unexpected Meeting Ch. 01

Chapter 1

To everyone else, this was an average Friday, the end if yet another week of work. But to her, it is the beginning of a new chapter. She is going to meet him.

To him, this Friday brings yet another airport- coach tickets and baggage claims and touchy feely security guards. After most of these trips, he’s ready to get home to his own bed, but this particular Friday, he doesn’t realize all that his own bed will entail…

They met online, like everyone meets these days, and like every online relationship, they live in different states. But when he told her about this week’s trip, she decided that it was finally time. Her bags have been packed for days in nervous anticipation and are full of brand new lingerie. More frills and lace than she’s ever seen.

“Alright honey, that was the final boarding call. I have a lay over in Denver, so I won’t be home until after midnight,” he says.

“That’s fine,” she replies with a smile. “I’ll talk to you when you get home.” She hangs up the phone and starts the car.

Music blares from the speakers, and her hair, blown by the open window, flies around her as she rushes along the highway. The prospect of meeting the man she’s been talking to for months, sharing opinions as friends, and fantasies as lovers, has had her in a sexual frenzy all week. And the vibrations from the speeding car and bumpy roads are doing nothing to quench those feelings.

Without taking her eyes from the road, she slips one hand up her shirt an begins to fondle her breasts, gently squeezing and pulling one hard nipple then the other. She moans quietly to herself as she gets increasingly, almost unbearably, wet.

Thoughts of him, his lips and tongue replacing her fingers, run through her head. She unclasps her bra and pulls her top up over her freed breasts,enjoying the feel of the afternoon sun on her aroused flesh. Heat and moisture radiate from between her thighs as she slides her band to the waist band of her jeans and deftly unbuttons them. She sets the cruise control mecidiyeköy escort and wiggles her jeans down over her hips. Her fingers slide under the soft fabric of her panties, touching her moist lips.

Shivers run up her spine as her practiced fingers find the source of pleasure. Slowly, she begins to draw circles around her clit, gathering her wetness on her fingertips.

A truck enters the highway, driving in the lane next to her where the passenger has a full view of her exposed breasts and of what she’s doing with her hand. The excitement of being watched brings another shiver up her spine.

Her fingers become more frantic as she nears her climax. A moan escapes her lips as she fights to keep driving while in the throes of her passion.

When her shuddering subsides, she looks to the man in the truck, who is now openly and unashamedly staring, removes her hand from between her thighs, licks her fingers clean, and gives him a friendly wave as she speeds away.

* * *

He’s been thinking about her all day and finds himself fighting to hide the bulge in his pants as he boards the plane in Denver.

“Am I in fucking middle school again?” he thinks as he surreptitiously adjusts himself behind his carry on bag. “I’ve got to get this under control before any one sits next to me,” he muses while taking the window seat near the back of the plane.

He calmly sits through the safety presentation and waits for the rush of take off. But he doesn’t see the stewardess. Instead he’s staring at a mental image of her… Showing him her body instead of emergency exits. His erection has now passed the point of going unnoticed, but thankfully, no one else is seated in his row. Visions of her run through his head as the plane takes off and continue while the stewardess starts down the aisle with beverages. Before she reaches him, he lowers the tray table to try to cover the massive erection that, at this point, won’t go away.

“Would you like a drink etiler escort sir?” the stewardess asks. He orders a scotch, and as the stewardess leans over to hand him the tiny bottle, she notices the tent in his pants that he has tried to hide. Her cheeks flush and her body responds without her permission.

He has seen that look before, the look of lust filling the eyes of the stewardess as she hands him the bottle.

“Is there anything else I can do for you?” she says, in a much more sultry voice than before, and lightly licks her lips.

He’s torn now… desperate for a little relief, but unsure of what this means. He’s been talking to her nearly every day, having hot, steamy, and sometimes kinky phone sex, sharing more than he ever has with any woman before.

But they haven’t said they’re exclusive.

That thought makes up his mind. “Actually, I was just about to visit the restroom,” he says with a wink. The stewardess stares at him, equally shocked and aroused by the implications. She quickly decides that her lust for the attractive man with the huge hard on outweighs her propriety. She gestures to him to give her 5 minutes, and hurries to finish her round and stow the drink cart.

As she moves on, he downs the tiny bottle of scotch, not even bothering to pour it over ice. His shot of liquid courage down, his hand slides under the tray table and lightly strokes the outline of his hard cock through the thin material of his pants.

When he sees her make her way back toward him after her duties are completed, he swiftly rises and heads toward the tiny lavatory without a second glance at her. He opens and closes the door, but doesn’t lock it, and lowers his pants and boxers letting his hard dick spring free. He sits facing the door and waits, slowly stroking himself.

The door opens carefully as the stewardess squeezes into the small space. Her jaw drops and her eyes widen when she sees him, half naked and ready for her, one hand wrapped around kağıthane escort the most impressive cock she’s seen in a very long time. Without a single word, he reaches out and slides his hand up the inside of her stockinged thigh.

His hand reaches the crotch of her damp panty hose and cups her lips while he slides his other hand to meet it. His fingers gather the thin fabric of her hose and pull, ripping them just far enough to gain him access. He slides his hands to the outside of her thighs and pushes her skirt above her waist, turns her around and guides her down to his waiting rod.

Her wet walls envelop him, squeezing and releasing as she adjusts to his girth. He leans his mouth to her shoulder to stifle his moan. He knows he won’t last long as turned on as he’s been all day.

She brings her knees up and braces her feet against the door as he shifts forward slightly and begins to thrust into her in small strokes. The head of his penis, in this cramped position, is perfectly positioned on her g-spot. It doesn’t take much before she’s covering her mouth, covering her moans as he sends her into the throws of orgasm.

He thrusts harder into her wet depths, pushing on the slippery walls. The pleasure of feeling himself inside her, the spasms of her muscles as she cums, and the taboo of public sex with a perfect stranger sends him into a state of erotic bliss.

“I’m gonna cum,” he whispers in her ear.

“I want to taste it!” she says and slides her body off of him, turning smoothly to take his cock in her mouth, licking her own juices from him, just as he reaches the edge. His breathing stops as he blows load after load of hot cum into her mouth. He groans as his orgasm subsides, and she runs her tongue around the head and in the slit in the tip while still softly sucking.

She stands, licking the cum that was left on her lips and their combined juices from her fingers. Her hands slide her skirt back into place and smooth out the wrinkles. She glances at herself in the mirror, readying herself to return to reality.

“Wait here for a few minutes, then go back to your seat. Please remember to buckle your seat belt.” And she was gone.

He stood and washed himself, thinking “I cannot believe that just happened…” and returned to his seat where he quickly dozed off for the rest of the flight.

* * *

To be continued

Uncle Henry Ch. 02

There was some blood on the bed, so Henry pulled the sheets off and carried them to the washer. Mindy started to help him, but found she was still bleeding. She went into the bathroom and stayed there for twenty minutes. He heard her talking on her cell phone but couldn’t make out the words. He hoped she wasn’t bragging about her experience to anyone he knew. His sister Marcy would never look at him the same way again if she found out.

By the time she came out of the bathroom, the bed was made again and Henry was microwaving dinner. He offered her some of the meatloaf. To his surprise, she accepted.

“It was so different from the way I heard about it,” Mindy said, pulling out a chair and seating herself at the kitchen table. “My friends all say that boys just put it in and do it, you know, and then pull it out and it’s over. Some of them don’t even get it all the way in before they finish.”

Henry nodded. He had been one of those boys once.

“But you took your time and we actually talked while we were doing it.” Mindy was turning out to be quite the talker herself now that the deed was done and the pressure was off. “I guess you really are experienced, huh? It shows.”

Henry served her a plate of meatloaf and some vegetables and sat down across from her. “I didn’t do anything all that spectacular. Just your everyday missionary position. It’s probably the best way to lose your virginity, but there are lots of other ways to do it that you’ll be able to explore çapa escort with your new boyfriend.”

Her fork paused half way to her mouth. “I’m sorry I didn’t suck you. Diane says I should learn how to do that too.”

Henry imagined those supple young lips going down on his cock and sighed. “You better finish your dinner. It’s getting dark outside. I’ll give you a ride home.”

“You don’t want me to –“

“It’s not that. It’s already been a big day for you. You must be sore. Maybe it’s best if you rest a little bit. Besides, your parents must be wondering where you are.”

She swallowed the meat loaf. “You’re very considerate. Most boys wouldn’t care about that.”

He shrugged. “Like you said. I’m not a boy.”

“I was going to take the bus…”

Henry tried to recall who had the evening shift along Oakland tonight, but the schedule changed too much for him keep it all in his head. He didn’t want her on the same bus with anyone he knew. Probably it didn’t make any difference; she didn’t seem the type to blab and certainly not to a strange bus driver. But there was nothing wrong with being careful. “No, don’t worry. I’ll take you.”

“That’s very nice of you,” she said. “I knew from the moment I saw you at Diane’s party that you were a nice guy.”

Mindy did most of the talking as they drove north up I-95 toward Boca Raton. Henry calculated she would have had to change busses twice to arrive at her destination. aksaray escort That was too much to ask of a young woman at this time of night. She broke off from her monologue about her college plans as they approached her address.

“Pull over here,” she said.

They were still a few blocks away, but Henry figured she didn’t want to risk her parents or neighbors seeing her get out of a stranger’s car. He pulled over where she directed, next to a fenced playing field that was part of a city park. The field was empty and the lights were turned off. He wondered if she was going to try to kiss him good night.

“Could you turn off the lights and the engine?”

“Sure.” Henry hit the light switch and bowed his head to turn the key back in the ignition. When he looked up again, her face was close to his, brown eyes staring at him out of two puddles of shadow. Starlight illuminated her cheeks, two small half moons that wavered before him. She ran her tongue softly over her lips, then opened her mouth and took a big sigh. Her breasts pressed against her dress, heaving with the motion of her inhalation, dropping when she exhaled.

“I’m ready to do it now,” she said.

“Do what?”

She slid a hand over his thigh. The smooth gesture was full of confidence, with none of the clumsiness she had displayed earlier that evening. He felt his dick grow at her touch.

“Oh. That.” Henry might have chosen a different topkapı escort place for this lesson but on the other hand the car was probably as good a place as any to prepare her for her future dates. He remembered when his old Chevy was the only privacy available to him, and he was damned glad to have had it.

She grappled with his belt buckle, unfastened his pants, and dove into his underwear with one probing hand. She came up with an excited, hard, and throbbing piece of manhood. “How am I doing, teacher?” Her lips quirked in a way he was beginning to recognize as mischievous. Henry reflected that just as it sometimes took several repetitions of a song for the music to grow on you, it sometimes took several sexual acts before you could really appreciate the person you were with.

“You’re doing fi–” He could not finish his sentence. Her tongue on the underside of his shaft sent a warm electrical flow all throughout his body. She looked up at him and smiled, then closed her mouth around him.

Henry’s dick became his whole world, an internal wave of desire that smothered sensory input from anywhere else in his body. He grasped the back of her neck as she bobbed her head up and down, making little slurping noises as she twisted and turned experimentally. Henry’s buttocks tensed as Mindy got into a rhythm, and he found himself thrusting into her mouth.

He exploded. His body spasmed with the release of his ecstasy. He throbbed again and again, and lay there, gasping, as she pulled away.

“How did I do?” she asked.

“How do you think?” Still gasping, he handed her a paper towel from the roll he kept in the car. “You were great!”

She took the silk cloth from Henry’s hand and wiped her mouth with it. “Now I’ve had it in both ends.” She smiled. “I really am a woman today.”

Trust

* This is my first story I have submitted so I hope you like. It is quite tame compared to other stories on this site however as I said, first submission so really I’m just putting my feelers out there. Oh and all spelling mistakes are mine alone. Please be gentle Jacinta_Gray. 😀 *

Jacinta opened the bedroom door and saw him sitting up in bed asleep, as though he had been too tired to lie down properly. She studied him for a moment, feeling better now that she could see him. Daemon had promised to keep her safe and had in fact saved her life earlier that day from the people that were trying to kill her. Jacinta hadn’t known him very long; days really, nonetheless she trusted him completely. Daemon made her feel safe. She made to back out of the doorway and close it, when he opened his eyes. They stared at each other for a few minutes, his eyes full of confusion and hers full of longing. She made a decision and came into the room shutting the door behind her.

“You should be sleeping.” Daemon said wondering what Jacinta was doing in his room.

“Couldn’t see you, I got scared,” she replied, “Ok if I sleep with you?”

“Oh, ah, I… I don’t think…” He stammered,

“Please,” Jacinta interrupted, “I don’t know if I’ll be able to sleep otherwise.”

Daemon held his arms open as she got under the covers of the bed and cuddled up to him. Jacinta could feel herself getting excited now that she was in his arms, the heat that she had been feeling earlier when she was near him was washing over her and she hoped that she wasn’t making it up, she couldn’t have faced him if he rejected her; the look he was giving her said she wasn’t. After a few minutes Jacinta slowly reached her hand out and traced her fingers lightly over the scars on his chest and abdomen.

“So many scars,” she stated, “so much pain you’ve been through.”

“Yes” Daemon answered shortly “I have. But I will try my best to keep you safe and protect you from these assholes.”

As he spoke, he looked into her eyes and she could see the honesty in them. He loved her body and the fact that she was in his arms and could feel her plump curves for himself was affecting him as his cock started becoming hard, he tried willing it down before she noticed and thought he was a pervert. Jacinta decided to risk it and trailed her fingers lower down his stomach, moving down to the waistband of his boxer shorts.

“Hey… careful,” he said reaching for her hand “it’s late and it’s not a good idea to be starting something.”

“I know it’s probably not,” she replied “but I don’t care right now, I want… you.” She kissed his shoulder and then his neck.

“Ok look,” Daemon said “you’re tired, scared and on the run from some very bad people. If you want to sleep here tonight that’s fine escort fındıkzade just behave. You don’t know what you’re doing.”

She kissed his cheek and looked him in the eyes; He was a very sweet man. “I am fully aware of what I am doing and what I want and I don’t want to be alone tonight.” Jacinta stated with conviction, “Do not worry, you are not taking advantage of me.”

She got on her knees and straddled him. Leaning forward she kissed him softly. With a groan, he kissed her back and she responded just as fervently. Lips locked, teeth clashed, tongues probed and swept around each other’s mouths as his hands ran up and down her body to settle around her fleshy hips, he flipped her underneath him, and as Daemon settled in between her ample thighs, Jacinta moaned against his mouth.

“Uh yes…” she hissed, “I’ve wanted to feel you on top of me for days now.” Daemon kissed his way down her neck towards her chest; she twined her legs around him digging her heels into his thighs, trying to get him as close to her as possible.

“I’ve wanted you since we first met.” Daemon said baring her breasts and groaning appreciatively; her nipples were like hard pebbles upon her D cups breasts and he bent his head to capture one. As his tongue encircled her puffy right nipple, Jacinta arched her back as if to invite him to take her entire breast into his mouth; pleasure spiked through her body as he ground his crotch into her pussy driving her wild. She cradled his head to her chest and tightened her legs around him moaning as her hips started to move with him. Jacinta ran her hands up and down his back, scratching slightly and feeling his muscles working; she reached his hips and struggled to get his boxer shorts off. Daemon shimmied his hips helping her; she managed to bare his ass and cupping it with her hands gave it a slight squeeze before digging her nails in and pulling him closer, at the same time his hands tugged at her top pulling it up over her head and reached down to remove her underwear tearing them in the process.

“Shit,” he panted “Sorry did I hurt you?”

“No keep going” Jacinta assured him helping get them off her “Please – fuck me!” in answer he kissed her hard.

Daemon reached down and placing his hand on her pussy he slid a finger up and down her slit, circling her clitoris teasing her, before sliding two fingers deep inside her, she was so wet her pussy made a squelching sound as he pumped them in and out moving his hand faster and faster. Her breathing quickened as she started feeling her climax approach

“God… yes!” Jacinta panted “don’t… don’t stop Daemon, keep going…yes… right there like that” grinding her hips faster as it built higher “Daemon ah ahh.” Jacinta exclaimed.

Her climax escort vip hit her hard and left her limp. Daemon grinned fiendishly slowly running his thumb around her clit. Smiling back at him her eyes were hazy as Jacinta reached down grabbing his cock she wrapped her hand around it, pumping her fist up and down she felt it throb in her hand, “hmm.” he moaned. He quickly got on his knees between her thighs parting them and guided his throbbing cock into her, she moaned as she felt the head of his cock slide into her. He waited a second that seemed a lifetime as he felt the walls of her pussy pulsing as he let her get used to his size, it felt to him as if she was trying to suck him into her; Jacinta couldn’t wait any longer and wriggled her hips trying to get him to move. Daemon gave in and pushed hard into her to the hilt and stopped, locking eyes with her.

“You’re so tight.” he whispered,

“You’re so deep inside me, so big.” She replied staring wonderingly into his eyes. They kissed deeply, he rocked his hips to mirror the action of his tongue, and as he found his rhythm, she moved with him.

“Aw… god Daemonnnnn!” Jacinta groaned as she broke off the kiss, moaning with pleasure as he rocked in and out of her. She could feel another orgasm ripping through her, her whole body was sizzling.

“Ah, ah yes, yes, Daemon don’t stop,” Jacinta panted.

He felt his stomach muscles tightening and knew that he had to take it easy and slow down if he wanted to make it good. He closed his eyes and tried to think of something other than what he was doing. It was difficult because she felt so good and every time he thrust into her, a wet slapping noise sounded as his sack hit her ass cheeks.

Daemon grabbed hold of her wrists and pulled her hands over her head holding them with his left hand while his right ran across her breasts, pinching her nipples “Yes!” she hissed. He grabbed hold of her right breast and squeezed; she writhed underneath him. He slapped it and she squealed.

“You like that?” Daemon asked her, “you like it rough don’t you?”

She nodded her assent too ashamed to reply, “Answer me!” he shouted grabbing a fistful of her hair and yanking it,

“Yes!” Jacinta howled her eyes glowing with arousal.

He let go of her hair and wrists, lifted her legs up and turned her over onto her hands and knees keeping his cock buried inside her. He teased her pulling his cock almost all the way out of her, running the tip up and down in her juices;

“What do you want?” he asked smacking her plump ass, she bounced backwards trying to get him to fill her once more.

“Naha not yet,” he growled “tell me what you want first!”

“Pull my hair and smack my ass harder!” Jacinta said pleasure flushing through escort halkalı her as her body tingled in response to his hands; no one had made her feel like this for a very long time.

Grabbing hold of her hair, he thrust into her the same time as he wrapped it around his fist. “Daemonnnnn….” She moaned louder feeling another orgasm building up through her body higher and harder than before.

Daemon could see her pussy juices pouring out of her when he pushed into her and run down his balls and her thighs “You like that don’t you?” he declared thrusting harder,

“Yes!” Jacinta assured him panting hard, “Fuck me… uggghh… pound me… harder!”

Daemon did just that, and grabbing hold of her hip with his free hand he pounded in and out of her soaking pussy as fast as he could while watching her butt cheeks ripple under the force of his pumping hips.

His body started twitching as his climax approached, “Ah, ah, Daemon…” closing her eyes, Jacinta moaned louder feeling his cock become thicker inside her

“Ah, ah, fuck me Daemon…Yesssssss!” squealed Jacinta saw stars as her climax hit,

“Fuck… shit… take it bitch!” Daemon roared as he came spurting deep inside her, he froze for a moment feeling her pussy walls clenching around him as she milked his cock, he shuddered as the last few spurts came out and slumped on top of her resting his head on her shoulder.

Breathing harshly, they could not move to look each other in the face to exhausted; Jacinta didn’t mind she liked the feeling of him on top burying her knowing that she had satisfied her man well, she grinned and turning her head kissed his forehead.

Pulling his cock out of her, he kissed her neck and pushed himself on his side, “That was…” he whispered trying to catch his breath,

“Amazing…” she whispered back “no one has ever made me come so hard like that.” Daemon chuckled, pleased with himself, and settled more comfortably against her.

Jacinta leaned on her elbows and looking him in the face for moment in confusion she asked, “I’m serious how…”

“Know you’d like it rough?” Daemon interrupted, she nodded blushing, “how you responded I suppose.”

“I’ve never told that to anyone.” Jacinta said reaching for his hand,

“Are you ok? I didn’t hurt you did I?” Daemon queried,

“Absolutely fine. You didn’t hurt me anymore than I wanted.” Jacinta assured him, squeezing his hand a little.

Daemon placed his hand on her face and pulled her head down for a kiss “I’m glad” he said.

She tucked her head into his shoulder settling firmly against him. Her breathing deepened and became regular as she fell asleep. Daemon kissed the top of her head smiling proud of himself, then he frowned, “What have I done?” he whispered. He knew that having sex with her should never have happened; it would only complicate keeping her safe. He wasn’t sorry about sleeping with her, Daemon had told her the truth when he said he had wanted her the moment he saw her.Now how am I going to tell her I used to work for Fletcher?He thought to himself.

Together Again

You are pinned against the wall as I lean in close to your face, tension building as the space between us diminishes. My hands roam across your body, feeling their way down to your hips where I stop to grip them tightly. As I hold you firmly, I stare into your eyes, silently letting you know I want you, as if it wasn’t already clear. I lean in further and kiss your cheek softly, my lips just brushing against your soft skin, tingling with anticipation. I hold you here for a bit as my lips begin to wander, moving down your neck, stopping briefly to nibble your earlobe, then continuing their exploration. You lift your head slightly with a longing sigh, loving the feeling of our bodies pressed together, taking in my attention like it’s the last time you will ever receive it.

I’m excited now and move a hand up to pull your shirt aside, exposing the upper part of your pale breast. I immediately put my mouth there and kiss it as my other hand no longer holds your hip but pulls you towards me. To strengthen my grip, I move my hand to your ass, taking as much of it into my grasp as I can in an effort to bring you closer to me. You moan softly as your body becomes my plaything and your head tilts back as you subconsciously submit to my advances. My kissing alternates between your chest and neck and quickly intensifies as I begin biting and licking your flesh, enjoying the taste of your skin.

We both decide your shirt must go and I quickly pull it over your head and discard it, your bra follows moments later once I’ve finished fumbling around with the strap. You chuckle at my crude attempts to undress you, but I don’t take notice as my attention is locked onto the perfect mounds of flesh that bounce free from their confinement. They hang from your chest in all their splendor, the soft pale skin settling on your body as they adjust to their freedom. They seem to glow with excitement as the darker nipples harden and look back at me with delight. I take each into my hand and grope them gently, sliding my fingers to your hardening nipples, pinching them slightly just to get you going. You bite your lip and moan again, unable to hide your excitement as I play with you. You love being mine, even though you’ll never admit it.

I kiss your breasts gently once more, controlling myself for the moment as I decide how best to enjoy them. The doughy skin molds into my hands perfectly, unable to hold up against my grasp. I start to be a bit rougher with them, biting the skin and moving quickly from one place to the next, squeezing them closer to my face and digging my nails into the wanting flesh. You hold my back in part to stabilize yourself as your reel from my assault on your chest, and to pull me closer so I can have my way with you. I get annoyed by the angle and decide to lead you over to the bed, then I toss you on your back and climb on top of you to continue my raid on your exposed body.

My hands pull your malleable bust as it happily conforms to my desires. I bring your left nipple into my mouth and swirl my tongue around, eliciting a low moan of pleasure from you. Encouraged, I nibble the rest of your breast a bit escort merter before moving on to the other nipple and repeating my motions. After enjoying this for a bit, I find a spot on your upper left chest that I like and bite down hard on it. I suck and bite repeatedly on your flesh, determined to mark you as mine. The sensations of pain and pleasure electrify your body as I blemish your skin, but you put up no resistance, wanting the hickey as a reminder of my mastery over you. You’ll wear it proudly, and your tight grip on my body lets me know how bad you want it – how bad you want to be mine.

As I finish bruising you, I begin to think about what to do next. You have so much body to enjoy, and we haven’t even removed your pants yet. On the one hand, my throbbing cock wants nothing more than to pound away at your exposed cunt, but I decide to ignore my desires and continue to play with you. I straighten up and remove my shirt, eliciting a soft hum of approval from you as you gaze at my slim pale figure. I grab your lovely tits once again, massaging them gently for a moment before slowly sliding my hands across your body and to your pants. As I start to undo them, you adjust yourself so I can pull them off. It takes a couple tries, but eventually I manage to free your lower body, revealing your shapely legs to my view. I run my hands up and down them a few times, then lean over and kiss your chest softly, taking in the scent of my saliva and moving from place to place as I enjoy your soft skin.

You whine that my pants are still on, but I ignore you and move my attention towards your stomach. You moan softly again as your body ripples with excitement and anticipation. I plant a few more soft kisses on your belly as my hands rest on your thighs. Then my interest moves lower and I kiss your pelvis through the fabric of your panties. Continuing my descent, I kiss the pair of lips hiding behind your moistening underwear then move to your thighs to plant soft kisses on each leg. The anticipation is driving you insane as you wait for me to reveal the last of your body, knowing I’m taking my time just to tease you. Finally satisfied, I hook my fingers in the sides of your panties and pull them from your body, exposing the last of you to my gaze.

As my hands grip your thighs tightly and message them a bit, my face moves between your open legs to kiss your labia, the scent of your desire permeating the space around me. You draw in a breath sharply as I gently move your outer lips aside with my tongue, probing the soft, wet flesh inside for your enjoyment. I slowly drag my tongue from the bottom of your vulva only to stop just before your clit as your juices flow steadily from within you. Begging for my attention, you whine softly as I explore your most intimate parts with my mouth, sliding my tongue around from one spot to the next to build your excitement to new heights. Your legs writhe under my touch, unsure of how to respond to the pleasure that reverberates through them. Your whole body tingles with delight as I orally pleasure you, convulsing and turning as your senses are overwhelmed taksim escort bayan with the thrill of my attention.

We enjoy this for a long time, my face is covered in your sweet nectar as it caresses your most sensitive parts in ways only I know you want. You writhe, moan, and whine as your hands grab my head unsure of how to respond to the thrilling sensations electrifying your naked form as it enjoys my expert touch. You moan loudly and finally decide you can’t take it any more, begging me to fuck you already. I love it when you beg me, so beset by desire that you can hardly speak; you spit the words violently from your mouth as your feelings overtake you. The smart young lady I know is gone, pushed aside by the cock hungry slut whose thoughts revolve solely on the pleasure I give her.

I suck your clit deep into my mouth and drag my tongue up against it, drawing a low moan from you as your back arches and your toes curl with overawing pleasure. Finally I stand and in one swift motion remove my pants and underwear, presenting my fully erect cock to your wanting body.

Your eyes shine with excitement as I crawl on top of you, resting my body over yours. You look at me intently, your eyes demanding that I take you, but I plan to enjoy this. I tell you to say please, a simple request for providing the ultimate pleasure you seek, but you stubbornly refuse and demand again that I skewer you. I don’t give in, simply stating that if you want me you know what you need to do, then I start to kiss your neck – but you won’t allow us to go back a step. Your body turns and your arms reach for me before I pin them to the bed right above your head, your writhe and twist trying to escape my grasp but we both know you won’t escape. You’re not even sure what you plan to accomplish with all this twisting and turning, but you know you want to feel me inside you and you believe you won’t submit to get it. I chuckle a bit before going back to giving you kisses, but you struggle more, determined to break free and demand I fuck you. If only you could learn to submit, I would fulfill every desire you had. But you struggle for a few moments, delaying the inevitable. Despite your defiance, I still shower you with positive attention, nuzzling your face and planting soft kisses across your cheeks and upper chest. Finally you say please, and I’m ready to reward you for your good behavior.

I lean in right next to your ear and whisper “good girl…” letting you know of my approval. This doesn’t make you feel better about it, but your body has learned what it means to give in to me, and you instantly get wetter knowing what’s to come. I slowly drag my cock down your outer labia before lining it up with your entrance. You forget your frustration as you look into my eyes with overwhelming desire. I probe past your lips once before sliding my cock deep inside you. Your back arches, your eyes roll back, and you nearly scream from the pleasure coursing through your body. You grip my back with your nails as I begin a steady pace of thrusting. I go deep and hard each time, maximizing the sensations you feel, escort şirinevler and judging by how much my back hurts, my efforts are paying off. You are unable to focus on anything but the feeling of pleasure building inside you, your body does its best to pull me closer to it, begging me to own it as you beg me not to stop. You don’t want me to cum yet, and I have no intention of ending this anytime soon, so I keep the slow steady pace, watching the agonized expression eat away at you. Your body is overwhelmed by the sensations pulsating from within you.

You finally manage to open your eyes and focus enough to look at my face. Your eyes say it all. You love this, you love being under me, at my mercy, being used for my pleasure. I know how to make you feel good and I’m willing to give you whatever you want just as long as you’re good to me. I smile down at you and move a hand to caress your soft face. You get lost in my gaze and lift your head just a bit, silently letting me know you want a kiss. I meet you halfway and lock my lips with yours, they dance around each other for some time as we both lose ourselves in embrace. There is only us and this moment we share together as all else fades from our minds.

We finally end the kiss and lock eyes once more, and it’s clear to me what you want. I demand you say please and you consider arguing, but decide you want this bad enough to comply with my demands. You softly ask please and I smile and withdraw from you, rolling over to lay my back on the bed. You quickly get on top of me, not wanting to waste any time, and position yourself carefully over my up-right shaft. You look at me for approval and I give it to you without a second thought. You lower yourself onto me, making sure we’re both comfortable, before you start a rhythm of pleasure all your own.

My hand wraps around and grabs handfuls of your ass; I love the feeling of it flexing and bouncing as you ride me. You lay atop me and keep me close, focused on what you’re doing, but doing it for my pleasure. We both love it when you ride me. You love knowing you can please me, and I love having you work for me. Your focus remains on the shaft you’re moving on even as my hands roam around your backside, gripping your thighs, hips, and ass, pulling and pinching all over. You moan a bit as the pleasure emanates across your body, you close your eyes and try not to be carried away by the sensations, trying to focus on your mission, trying to focus on me.

The sensations start to overwhelm you and you pick up your pace, determined to feel release. Your eyes roll back in your head and you gasp for air as your body bucks wildly against mine. I grip your ass tight as my cock stiffens inside you, ready to explode. You cry out in pleasure as the orgasm hits you, your mind struck dizzy from the powerful sensations coursing through you. You instinctively continue milking me for ever drop I’ll give you, and breathe deeply as I spill my load deep inside your womb. We start to slow and your head hangs just barely over me. I kiss your forehead and put my hands on your back. You finally collapse on me, exhausted, and hold me close in post coital bliss.

We both lay with eyes closed and smiles wide as the orgasms subside. We hold each other close and intertwine our legs, tired from our play time. But the break is only temporary, soon enough we’ll be back at it again, but for now we lay here, perfectly content.

Tricky Roadside Assistance

This story is my submission for the 2020 April Fools Day contest, I would appreciate your votes, and if you like to read my writing, I would like to read your comments. Thank you, and enjoy…

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Finally driving home from work, she watched the moon drop below the horizon and all she could think was, at least this day is almost over. It had started with her oversleeping her alarm clock, causing her to have to grab the first bra she put her hands on without really paying attention as she rushed into her uniform. The dark purple lace peeking out of the low neckline of her work shirt helped her tips some, but it also seemed to encourage the rude customers. The ones that came to the Hooters-Wannabe sports bar to drink and ogle the waitresses in their short shorts and tall boots, but only leave a dollar or the change on the table if that.

Being the first day of April brought it’s own set of trials and tribulations in the form of co-worker pranks, customer pranks, and even the delivery guys had jokes today. The easiest way to get through it all was to act like they were all so original and keep on moving, trying to just make it through her shift and survive until she could relax on her own couch, her fuzzy robe against her skin, with her stash of movies and ice cream.

Then just minutes before the end of her shift, her boss had asked her to cover for a no-show, and work a double. Luckily for her boss she was willing to add more to her cash stash, and the only one waiting at home for her was Ricky, who would be fine with his catnip toys until she made it back. Days like these were a sad hazard of her profession, but today seemed like all kinds of petty aggravations were stacking up and trying her patience with no immediate reward for her.

After the extra long day at work she was enjoying the near solitary drive home on the dark country roads, but tonight her odd luck continued to hold on and one of the rear tires on her car suddenly blows. Luckily not forceful enough to cause her to loose control, but enough that she could hear the rubber slapping the pavement in a slowing rhythm as she pulled her Honda hatchback onto the wide grassy shoulder of the road. After dealing with the wave of tired frustration that had her fisting her hands on the steering wheel, she sighed as she opened her door and went to inspect the damage. The tire was totaled so she crossed her fingers as popped the back door open and lifted the floor cover that was hiding the seldom thought about spare tire. Relief swept through her when she found her spare in good condition, however it was quickly followed by dismay and resignation when she realized her jack was missing. Her spare was great, but there was no way she could use it.

Also keeping with today’s theme, her cell couldn’t find a signal anywhere around her location, so as she walked back to her car in the flashing illumination of her hazard lights, she tried to calm her mind so she could consider her options. Dropping back into the driver’s seat, she left one booted foot resting on the ground, and chewed on her lip while she thought. Just as she decided to appreciate the unseasonably warm evening and start walking, she noticed a faint light starting to glow in her mirrors. Distant headlights finally came around the corner, and she hoped they would stop to investigate and help. Willing to boost her chances, she shifted her body so she still had one booted foot on the ground, but now had the other knee on her seat, allowing her to watch the approaching car through her windows while her short shorts and tall boots were on display. She had that card, why not play it?

Sometimes he enjoyed the quiet nights, patrolling the old highways of the country, light breeze in the open windows, spotting more wildlife than people with the very rare car passing him on the road. Other times he hated the graveyard shift, where every night seemed exactly as boring as the last, and he wished for some distraction from the dark monotony. Tonight was one of the latter times, and after seeing only one car pass his parked cruiser in the last hour or so, he decided to drive a loop and count the deer. Again. Benefit and pitfall of being a police officer in a small country area.

As he came up to a curve in the road miles away from town, he spotted what looked like fresh tire debris in his lane, so he let his car’s momentum slow as he scanned the roadway. Spotting the hazard lights on the side of the road ahead, he slowed to pull up behind the stranded motorist in the older Honda with its back hatch open, that space mostly empty with the spare tire on the ground behind the car. The next thing his eyes locked onto was a very shapely ass in dark, sparkly shorts that was showing a tantalizing peak of a feminine butt cheek. Her long legs were the only other thing he could see of her at the moment, and they were encased in black boots that laced up to her knee and had heels tall enough to make him curious about how she could manage to drive in them.

Not escort levent wanting to startle her, he turned his own hazard lights on rather than his roof lights, before shifting into park and cutting off his ignition, but leaving his headlights illuminating the scene. He could see she was alone, and her rear passenger tire was partially shredded and flat on the ground, but her spare looked solid where it lay nearby. Then her movement pulled his eyes back to her as she straightened up and out of her car, and his attention was completely captured.

Her long dark hair spilled straight over a shoulder from the ponytail she had it in. A pale blue body-hugging tee-shirt barely held her cleavage behind the screen printed “Joe’s” logo. He knew that place, decent food, not bad prices, and waitress that were very nice to look at. Like this gorgeous creature, who he remembered seeing a few times the crew went out for drinks and wings. She was very efficient at her job and had a very fluid way of walking, her hips swinging and always drawing his eyes. He watched as her body language shifted from a sexy flirty stance to a slightly more subdued, though no less appealing posture, once she took in the police paint job and dark lights on his cruiser. Grabbing his hat, he stepped out of his car, and greeted her with a friendly tone.

“Hi. Looks like you ran into some tough luck tonight, miss.” he said as he slowly approached her, settling his hat on his head and hooking his thumbs in the front pockets of his pants.

“You have no idea.” she replied with a sultry southern accent, as she slid a hand over her head and down her ponytail while she appreciated her view of the approaching solidly built officer. His eyes followed the path of her hand and then slid even further, plainly appreciating his view before he seemed to realize what he was doing, and snapped his focus back to her face while embarrassedly clearing his throat. He was very tall and broad shouldered, making his uniform look very nice on his trim physique, this was a cop who kept himself very well fit. She recognized his face from work, Officer Baker, he occasionally came in with some friends and while they would get crass sometimes, he was always polite and friendly.

“Well, still, good evening, ma’am. Can I assist you in any way?” he asked in his deep rumble, as he stopped a few feet away from her with his body facing her car. You sure can assist me, she thought as his musky male scent brushed over her in the slight breeze, and she tilted her head back just a touch to be able to look into the tall officer’s eyes. Even with her heeled boots he was a couple inches taller than her. She smiled at his friendly greeting.

“G’evening, officer,” she answered as he returned her smile, and she unconsciously ran a hand over her hair again. “I had a tire blow on me…” she started to explain but faltered as her traitorous imagination conjured thoughts of this handsome cop blowing on her. “And then, uhm, my jack is missing. My spare is good, but my jack is, uh, gone.” She finished as she mentally kicked herself for the awkward moment and the blush she could feel heating her face, as she led the officer to the troublesome wheel, missing his very appreciative gaze at her sashaying backside.

“Well, lucky for you, Miss,” the officer said after looking over what she had pulled out around her car and what she was missing. “Jacks are part of the basic equipment all police cars are required to have. I’ll have this fixed for you in no time.” He walked back to his patrol car while she cleared the area for him, silently thanking Lady Luck for sending a helpful and handsome police officer. Maybe all that karma from the April Fools pranks were finally paying off. Once he returned with the jack, and without his hat, she made herself helpful by handing him tools as he needed them, and after he had removed the old tire she rolled the spare to him. While he worked and they chatted in the light of his car’s headlights, she admired the clear flex and bunch of his muscles under his shirt. Especially when he handled the flat and spare with ease. In the sharp light she could see that his thick pale brown hair was a little past a buzz cut and starting to show some wavy curl, and his shadow of a beard was a couple shades darker with little flecks of silver shot through it.

He knew she was just trying to help, but having her moving around him while he was kneeling at the tire was extremely distracting. She would be adorably short next to him, but those damn boots lifted her crotch to his eye level while he was trying to focus on the tire in front of him. He was almost certain she had made a point to fold at the waist when retrieving tools for him, barely bending her knees to pick things up. More than a few times her back had been to him, so he’d been gifted with a beautiful view of her ass and the seam of her shorts disappearing between her thighs.

In what seemed like next to no time the stranded escort bayan woman had a fresh tire on her car, with the flat and her tools stored under the floor cover in the back of her car. Noticing some grime on his hands, she offered a clean wipe and went to reach through the open front passenger window of her car to get a couple of the spare wet-naps from her work apron. He watched as her butt wiggled on the windowsill, suddenly struck by the thought of the boots and the window putting her hips at nearly the perfect height to match his hips. He enjoyed watching through the window as her breasts swayed with her search, and he again swept his gaze over her beautifully rounded ass propped up in the air. He couldn’t help it, he was an ass man and even though he tried to fight it, his body was reacting very quickly to the heady mix of what he was able to see and what his mind was doing with it.

Once she found what she was hunting and started to lean back out of the car, he tried to clear those thoughts from his mind and face but his body remembered and began to stiffen more. He was careful to be looking at the ground when she straightened back up, and to have the light of his headlamps shining on his back so the growing bulge in his pants wouldn’t be too noticeable in the half light. He was now trying to figure out how to ask her for her number without coming across like the creepy cop that expected something in return for his help. She handed the packets to the officer and watched as he cleaned all the smudges from his skin. As he thoroughly cleaned his hands he kept trying to remind himself to be professional, and to keep his thoughts from going to some naughty places with the beautiful waitress, but he was failing.

She had noticed his attempts to not be caught staring at her body while they were working on replacing her tire, and while she was taking her time ‘finding’ the wet wipe . Usually at work this would make her feel annoyed, but every time she caught him at it she felt a thrill run through her body and wanted him to keep looking so she would find ways to give him really good views. Since he did seem to enjoy it, she wanted to see what else she could get to happen, but didn’t want to be accused of trying to bribe a cop or being a red light girl. She had an idea, it was a wild, half thought through fantasy, that would require the perfect opening to act on. This April Fools prank of her own could go wonderfully well for both of them…. or she could possibly be arrested for assaulting an officer…. But it could go really well….

Finished with the wipe he balled it up, stuffing it back into the little foil packet then into his pocket before he looked back up into her expressive face. Her honey-brown eyes glittered in the light, her cheeks looked flushed, and something seemed a little off with her breathing. “Thank you so much for your help, Officer Baker,” she said, reaching out to lightly touch his arm and trail her fingers across his bicep. “Today was a trial, but I really appreciate the assistance, especially from someone so capable.” Then she held her hand out, offering a shake which he accepted and covered their clasped hands with his free one.

“You are more than welcome, I’m glad was in the right place at the right time to assist you.” He said as he absently started caressing the back of her hand. This sent a small tremor through her body and caused her to catch her breath for a second. He noticed the extra shift in her breathing and while keeping their right hands clasped, he slid his left up her arm, cupping her elbow and asked her if she was feeling ok. Since her body’s natural reaction to him could be used to fit her plan, and she’d caught sight of how tight his pants were getting when he shifted, she decided to commit to her crazy plan and see what happened. It had been far too long since she’d had any physical contact that she wanted, so she let herself enjoy the feel of his strong hands on her, and didn’t fight the blush warming her neck and face.

“Do you mind, uhm, I’m feeling a little light headed…” she said, which was not a lie, as she let herself sway very slightly away from him. He immediately reacted by drawing her back level, sliding his body next to hers to support her, and with gentle words and firm hands, he encouraged her over to sit in the open space in the back of her car.

“What’s wrong?” he asked as he scanned his eyes over her face in the light from his car, noting the hot flush to her cheeks, neck and chest, and her short breaths. “Can I help you somehow? Maybe some water?” She nodded at that, and he fast walked back to his cruiser, reaching through his window to grab a water bottle from his little cooler. Once he stood up and turned back to her, he saw her squinting in the glare of his lights, so he also snagged his flashlight and cut his headlights and hazards off, but kept his parking lights on. Taking the water back to her, he broke the seal and twisted the cap off before handing escort maslak her the bottle. She gratefully accepted it, taking a couple small sips before he handed her the lid, then she closed the bottle and set it aside.

“Feeling better I hope.” he said as he perched himself next to her. He set a hand on her shoulder as he used the other to turn his flashlight on and prop it in the back of her car so it aimed at the roof, throwing a soft light over them. Taking a slow deep breath she weakly grabbed at his arm and felt his bicep bulge as he lifted his arm to cup her shoulder. She felt a fresh blush begin as more possibilities, hopefully, flashed through her mind. Then she let herself fall limp against him and closed her eyes.

When the waitress fainted in his arms he felt a second of panic before training kicked in, and he cradled her rag-doll-limp body, gently laying her back into the flat space. It was then he realized that in all their chatting about work they had forgotten to swap names, so he had no idea what to call her. He knelt over her, lightly patting her cheek and squeezing her shoulder, and when that got no response he started to feel that panic try to rise again.

“Come on, Sweetheart, you have to wake up. Tell me your name, hun. Tell me what’s wrong.” he talked to her, trying to get a response, or coax her back to consciousness, as he checked her breathing and tried to find her pulse. Finally locating the throb of life below her skin he relaxed some because it was strong, if a bit erratic, but she was not breathing. Shifting his hand from the side of her neck to cradle the back of her head under her ponytail, he tilted her chin up which caused her mouth to drop open. For half a second he was almost distracted by her plump lips, still slightly shimmery from a lip gloss, before he pinched her nose closed, set his mouth over hers to push his breath into her body, trying to ignore the lusty rush that hit him on contact.

For her it was more like a high-voltage jolt that hit her when the officer’s lips settled over hers, his rough chin brushing her cheek. He blew into her mouth and she swore she felt her heart skip a beat, her mind short circuiting as her lungs filled with minty fresh him. She let the shared breath flow from her when he pulled back slightly, then held her breath just long enough for him to lean back in. This time she tilted her chin up at the last moment to meet him, causing him to freeze in shock when their lips met. He felt that full electrical charge race through him this time, locking him in place as she sucked his lower lip into her mouth and held it between her teeth for a couple heartbeats before gradually releasing him.

They slowly opened their eyes to look at each other, gauging the other’s reaction to the moment. When the fear for her left him, he was filled with relief, anger at her, and arousal, which made for a strong and heady emotional mix. He fisted his hand almost painfully tight in her hair, his eyebrows pulled together in a scowl, and just as she was about to apologize, he crushed her lips against his own. Powerfully demanding that she yield to him, which she did with a whimper as he tilted her head and deepened the kiss even more, wiping out any coherent thought as her hands clung weakly to his arms.

Abruptly he released his control of her mouth, but kept her head pinned in his hands. “Are you ok? Why did you do that? Don’t ever do that to me again.” he demanded in a deep angry growl, while his thumbs betrayed his soft side as they gently brushed her cheeks. She had to take a couple deep breaths to remind herself how to speak so she could reply.

“Ok, I won’t.” she promised with a gulp. “I, uh, wasn’t sure how to ask you to kiss me without it coming off sounding like a slutty bribe.” She finally confessed, while she fiddled with a shirt button on his uniform. Slowly glancing up from his chest to eventually look him in the eyes, she found him still intently staring at her, but with a slight twinkle in his gaze.

“Well, I have to give you points for creativity,” he chuckled, “and it saves me from sounding like a dirty cop when I ask you for your name and number.” The relief that washed through her when he finished voicing his thought, caused her to grin and she tightened her grip on his shirt to draw his face back down to hers.

“Kim, my name is Kim, and I’ll give you my number in a little bit.” she breathlessly confirmed as she lifted herself the last couple inches to be able to initiate their next kiss. He followed along with a deep groan as her tongue caressed his lips, begging entry which he granted and as their tongues danced against each other, their hands started to explore. He kept one hand cradling her head and slid his other down her chest to gently rub across one of her nipples, drawing another whimper from her. However, his hand continued down her body to slide around her waist and then he lifted her to press her body against his. She had been running her hands over his chest and felt his pecs go rock hard as he effortlessly lifted her, surprising a gasp then a breathy chuckle from her. Since he had their chests trapped against each other, she wrapped her arms around his back before rocking her hips into his, finding definite hard evidence.

Training Lolita Ch. 07

The name of this story has nothing to do with the main characters names. The story is about a 40-something guy having sex with an 18 year old girl(s), so I just took the name “Lolita” from the Nabokov novel.

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– From the last story

After Sherry’s confession, Dana had convinced John to take her to her grandparents’ house. He did and they met her Sherry’s parents, who were overjoyed to see Dana. Things were going well, but when they started to discuss why, Dana immediately wanted to leave. She invited them over to Sunday dinner for them to see Sherry and explain to them both.

So on Sunday evening, they came over and the family, after a few tense moments, had a tearful reunion. The dinner went well and Dana went with her grandparents to spend the night and get to know them better.

John was surprised when Sherry seduced him wearing the same schoolgirl outfit that Dana had worn to his house. After John provided oral sex to Sherry, she almost collapsed from exhaustion after such a long day. She invited John to spend the night, so he did.

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John woke very early to go to the bathroom. When he came back, he crawled into bed and snuggled up to Sherry. He had eaten her delicious pussy last night but not had an orgasm himself. When he spooned up behind her, her nakedness got him hard. He didn’t try anything, just enjoyed having his cock up against her ass crack while he relaxed. It had to be about 4am, so he slowly relaxed and went back to sleep.

The sensation of someone stroking his cock is what woke John up. He opened his eyes and could see that there was plenty of light in the room so it was after daybreak. He slowly looked down and saw Sherry smiling up at him as she stroked his cock.

“You can stop that – in about 20 minutes.”

Sherry stopped stroking. “You think you can handle 20 minutes of this?” Sherry rolled off the bed and stood up at the end, stark naked and looking every bit like the dictionary definition of sexy.

She turned and went into the bathroom and came out in a silky robe. “So here’s the deal. I have wanted to get involved with you and learn more about you for a while. But now you are sleeping with my daughter and I can’t do it as long as you have a sexual relationship with my daughter. I’m not exactly upset. I have a pretty open mind and there’s nothing I can do about it now except put a stop to it.” She took a deep breath. “Dana leaves for college soon, so if you promise not to have sex with her again, then I will consider a relationship with you.”

“We’re going to have a relationship?”

“If you agree to that condition, yes. I am, after all, a very sexual woman and have had quite a dry spell. I want nothing more than to climb back in bed with you. But I will not unless you promise me you and Dana are done.”

John grinned and looked thoughtful. “Well, she is leaving for college soon and I have another pretty little thing, who looks like she could be Dana’s older sister, who I want to have sex with – a lot.” John gave her a rakish grin.

Sherry leaned over and stared into his eyes. “Is that so? Age flattery? Trying to get you what?”

John was a little unnerved at her close up gaze. “Sex, right?”

Sherry leaned back and wiggled her shoulders back and forth, shaking her barely covered tits at him. “I certainly hope so. Now that my daughter is going off to school and I’ll be alone, I have some sexual escapades to make up for. I’m a little out of practice, but I hope to make up for that.”

“Well, I suppose I am ready for some sexual escapades.”

“Suppose?”

“Well, if it’s with you, then I should say I am more than ready.”

Sherry reached down to grab John’s hard cock. “Yes, I would say you are ready. Can you give me all the sex I need?”

“Or ready to die trying.”

“You promise me that you will not have sex with Dana anymore?”

“I promise.”

“Good.” Sherry dropped the robed, crawled up over John, and centered John’s cock on her pussy. She slowly moved it around and bounced until her wetness had spread around it and she slid down his cock. “Mmmmm. Let’s hope it doesn’t come to you giving your life to make me happy.” She must have been thinking about sex for a while because she was already very wet.

Sherry started bouncing up and down and John grabbed her hips as they fucked. Damn. She looked so fantastic riding this cock. His eyes moved down to her tits. “I love your tits.” He reached up and started fondling them and pinching her nipples. Sherry threw her head back and moaned, reveling in the sensation John was providing. Her body was definitely very responsive.

Sherry had just gotten started and they had been fucking for only about three minutes when she suddenly stiffened and groaned. She jerked, leaning forward and rubbing her clit against John’s pubic bone, his cock buried deep in her pussy, several times. Each time she jerked, she took a deep breath and let it out with a loud whoosh of air.

When Sherry stopped she leaned forward getting escort bakırköy within about a foot of John’s face. She stared into his eyes and spoke while still panting hard. “I’ll give you 50 years to stop that.” Her grin was so sexy, John almost came just from that and her implication of sex for the rest of his life with this sexy woman. For a man approaching his fifties he felt like he had hit the mother lode.

When Sherry stopped, John wrapped his arms around her and rolled them to the side, and eventually all the way over. John had managed to get Sherry on her back without pulling out of her pussy. He grinned at her. “My turn.”

Sherry pulled his head down and kissed him. “Do it, John. Fuck me hard. It’s been a long time.”

John smiled at her and said in a fake Texas drawl. “I always aim to please, ma’am.”

Sherry just smiled back, pulling her legs back and open for John. John scooted his knees forward until he could get good leverage on thrusting his very hard and dying to cum cock into her tight and receptive pussy.

John started pulling back and thrusting with plenty of force, causing Sherry’s entire body to jerk under him. He enjoyed both the feeling and the view of her tits bouncing. He also was really enjoying the way she stared back, letting out a grunt each time he bottomed out and biting her bottom lip in anticipation of each thrust. John knew this scenario was going to lead to a major orgasm. He was going to fill her up with a lot of cum.

Sherry reached up and put her hands on John’s shoulders. “Don’t stop – uh – uh – keep going hard – uh – uh – I’m going to cum.”

And so John did, knowing that he was close, too. He’d been hard for a while now and didn’t get a chance to cum last night when he had eaten Sherry’s pussy.

“Oh, God!” Sherry started thrashing and cumming under John. She threw her head back and closed her eyes as she kept cumming. He let up a little while she came, but kept fucking her.

When Sherry stopped cumming, John started hard again, knowing he was close. He pounded this fresh pussy and buried his cock into her as fast as he could, looking for that release.

“Yes!” And with that pronouncement, John started cumming. He couldn’t stop thrusting and cumming in Sherry’s pussy. It seemed to last forever and it wouldn’t end.

But finally, it did. John fell forward on Sherry and his body almost completely collapsed.

Sherry held him and chuckled. “I think somebody just had a very big orgasm.”

“No, shit.”

Sherry stroked John’s back. “Me, too. It was wonderful to feel that again.”

John slowly pushed himself up off Sherry. She lowered her legs enough for him to climb out from between them and he flopped down beside her on his back.

“Jesus, John, how much did you cum in me?”

John looked down to see Sherry hold up her hand from where she ran it between her legs. It was covered in his cum. There as a lot leaking out of her.

“Well, I was still worked up from last night.”

Sherry hopped out of bed with her hand over her pussy. “Be right back.”

John lay there, his breathing returning to normal, as he thought about how good that sex was.

When Sherry came back she hadn’t put anything on and John marveled at her sexy shape. She was not a skinny one, but was a perfectly shaped woman with real tits and real hips who still had a waist. This woman was so fucking hot! He noticed that she was carrying a towel.

Sherry laid the towel down where she had been, covering what must have been a wet spot, and lay back down next to John. She turned toward him and put her hand on his stomach and her head on his shoulder. “That was the best sex I’ve had in a long time, John.”

John put his hand on her back. “It was amazing.”

Sherry started relaxing and John could feel her breathing deepen. She was relaxing enough that she could go back to sleep.

John whispered lightly. “Has it been that long?”

Sherry murmured, “Yes, it’s been a long time for man or woman.”

John lifted his head a little, digesting that statement and Sherry’s eyes suddenly popped open at what she had said and she raised her head to look at him. “Yes?” John was grinning at her confession.

“Uh – well, I – I mean,” she stopped and stared at John.

“What? There’s nothing wrong with that.”

Sherry’s eyes narrowed. “Yeah, but I know how men think about that.”

“You don’t know how I think about it.”

Sherry stared at him some more. “Yes, but I know generally how men feel based on the comments and porn out there. Why is it that men like the idea of two women together so much?”

John looked up at the ceiling for a moment. “Well, I can’t speak to the general population of men, but for me I love it because I can’t understand why everyone isn’t attracted to God’s greatest gift to man, the woman’s body. The woman’s body to me is a work of art and everyone should be attracted to it.”

Sherry looked at him and then smiled. “Yeah, I can see that. I’ve şişli eskort always loved both and it doubles my chances to get laid.” She poked him with her elbow.

John laughed at that. “Well, it doesn’t seem that you have taken too much advantage of that.”

“Problems of being a single mother.” Sherry was suddenly serious. She looked up at him. “Did Dana ever say anything to you about this?”

“About what?”

“About noticing anything about my sex life.”

“No, not really.”

“Good. I don’t think she needs to know too much about it. I bought those outfits thinking that we could share them; me with you and her with her older man. I just didn’t realize that it was you in both cases. I wanted her to learn about sex, and since she’s an adult, I wanted her to think open and freely about it. Not like me and my parents. It was always hidden and unspoken in my house and therefore, as a rebellion, I opened up my legs for the wrong man. I wasn’t even close to being ready for sex.”

“You are fine now, though.”

“Thanks. I just wonder about Dana and her friends sometimes. Dana has been guessing lately at my past sex life. You’d think she had the same interests the way she and her friends seem to talk about sex and giggle and tease each other.” She looked up at John and when he didn’t say anything she seemed to guess it. “She is, too, isn’t she? Bi-sexual.”

John looked at her. “I don’t think I should talk about your daughter’s sex life.”

“That means that you know something. Don’t be evasive.”

“I really don’t think it’s a good idea to tell you anything about your daughter and me. That’s a little private and between me and her.”

“Well, I think that she and her girlfriends have been doing some experimenting.”

“Yeah, well, I guess it’s fair to say that I believe she is bi-sexual.”

“She told you?”

John looked a little uncertain and Sherry again guessed at it.

“Oh, my god. You had a threesome with my daughter and a friend?” She sat up.

“Yes.” John looked a little sheepish.

“Who was it?”

“I really don’t think I should say. It’s not nice for me to tell you about what we did or reveal anything about it. I really do believe that I shouldn’t discuss this with her mother.”

Sherry stared at John for a long time, scrutinizing him closely. “Okay. We’ll let it go for now.”

Sherry lay back down and put her head back on his chest. “I think even though I just woke up, that I could use a nap.”

John grinned. “Me, too. However, I have some chores I need to get done today.”

Sherry lifted her head back up. “Like what?”

“Well, I have been planning to do some work along the right side of my house for a while. I need to do some tree pruning and bush trimming and stuff like that.”

“And that’s more interesting than helping me catch up on my lack of sex for the last 18 years?”

John smiled. “Definitely not.” He relaxed. “I think the bushes and trees will keep for another day. But what about Dana?”

Sherry suddenly sat up. “Oh, shit. I forgot that she’ll probably be coming home soon.”

“So you don’t want her to know about me and you?”

Sherry looked at him. “Not until I can explain that she needs to move on to another guy and leave you for me. That is what you want, too, right?” Sherry looked at John with what appeared to be apprehension.

John pulled her in close. “Yes, that’s what I want.”

Sherry relaxed. “Good. We’d better get dressed and straightened up.”

John and Sherry got up and John dressed quickly and snuck out. He showered and changed and waited for Sherry’s call.

Sherry also got ready. She found that she was actually a little afraid of what Dana might say when she told her. She didn’t know if Dana had become emotionally as well as physically attached to John. They had both talked about what a good man he was over the years, always helpful and a good neighbor. But now things were a little different. They had both slept with him. This might be difficult.

John waited at home impatiently for Sherry to call. He was pacing a little and having a beer when there as a knock on his door. He jumped and stared. This couldn’t be one of them, right?

John answered the door and was both relieved and surprised. It was Deb. She was dressed in very tight shorts and a tank top, with no bra as was evident by her nipples sticking out.

“Deb? What are you doing here?”

Deb had been smiling, but then frowned, recognizing his impatience. “What’s wrong, John? I just came over for some fun.”

John pulled her into the house. “Deb, I have something to tell you.” He took a deep breath. “We found Dana’s grandparents, Sherry’s parents, and Dana’s with them right now. While that was happening, with Dana going away to college, Sherry and I, well, we had sex. She wants to become involved and that means that I can’t be with Dana. You understand?”

Deb hugged John. “Yes, I do.” She pulled back and looked up at him. “But we can still have fun, right? escort beşiktaş I mean I understand about Dana since Sherry is her mother, but I really want to keep having sex with you. I’m really attached to you. I don’t know about love, but I really want to keep having sex with you. We can do that, right?”

John ran his hands through his hair. “I don’t know if we can. I think Sherry may not like that. I think she implied that I should have sex only with her.” He looked down at the scared 18 year old in front of him. He took her back into his arms to comfort her. “But we have to find out. I’m not just going to abandon my favorite little cock-sucker.” He pushed her back and gave her a nasty grin.

Deb grinned back. “Damn right!” She lightly slapped him on the chest. “And I can eat pussy well, too. Tell her that!”

John laughed. “Not sure how that will go over, but I promise to try.”

Deb walked over and sat on his couch. “Okay, so what’s happening right now?”

“Sherry is waiting for Dana to come home from her parents’ house and then she’s going to tell Dana that she and I have gotten involved and that Dana is not supposed to have sex with me anymore.”

“Interesting. You and Dana’s mom. It’s almost like a porn movie. You get the daughter and then the mother.” Deb raised her eyebrow at me and I could tell she was joking.

“Gee, thanks.”

“Well, Dana and I have been watching porn and having sex for a while now. So don’t think we haven’t seen some of those. She’s young, too. She always had us call her Sherry. And let’s face it, Sherry is fucking hot.” Deb leaned back and rubbed her hands over her nipples. “And I get horny so much more quickly now that I have had a regular cock to play with.”

John shook his head. “Please don’t. You are so irresistible that I may not be able to stay away.”

“Who said you had to?”

“Let me see how things go with Sherry today, okay?”

“Okay.” Deb spread her legs and rubbed her pussy. “Maybe you could just go down on me for now? My pussy really needs a cock or a tongue.”

John shook his head. “Damn, you are insatiable.”

“No, just horny at this moment.” She continued to rub her pussy and then started pulling on her nipples with one hand. She was definitely horny and hot. “Well, maybe a little.”

John moved to sit beside her and put his hand on hers, over her pussy. “Well, maybe I can just help you rub one out. That’s not really having sex with you, is it?”

“No, it’s just lending a helping hand. I appreciate it Mr. T.”

John lifted his hand up and Deb lifted her hips and stripped off her little white shorts as quick as she could. She wasn’t wearing panties.

“I see you came prepared for being naked quickly.”

“Yes, sir.” Deb yanked her shirt over her head and was naked. “Now do me, Mr. T. I need some attention from something other than my own hand.”

John leaned over Deb and whispered in her ear as he put his right hand on her right tit. “I’m going to stroke you until you cum, little girl. I’m going to stroke your tits slowly, like this.” John did that. He lightly stroked, pinched, and rubbed her tits and nipples. Deb kept her right hand on her pussy, rubbing it, getting it wet. Her head was back with her eyes closed as she paid attention to the sensations rolling through her body.

“Then I’m going to run my hand down and play with that little bald pussy.” John ran his hand down there and Deb moved hers. “I’m going to play with that hungry, wet pussy and make you cum.”

John ran his fingers through her gash, feeling the wetness. “You are a sopping, wet, horny little bitch.”

Deb groaned. “I told you!”

John worked his fingers into Deb’s pussy. “Such a beautiful, tasty pussy. I love your pussy, Deb.” Deb just slouched further down while John stroked her. “I’m going to make you cum soon.” John then ran two fingers into her pussy, reaching for and finding her g-spot, which he was already familiar with.

“Oh my god.” Deb was rolling her hips now, helping John bring on her orgasm.

John rubbed her g-spot with two fingers and moved his thumb in circles over her clit. Deb was in full thrust mode, now, really close to orgasm.

“Fuuucccckkkk!” Deb jerked under John’s ministrations, her orgasm washing over her. She arched her back, bringing her legs up tight to her chest as she came. Her toes curled and her eyes closed as she continued to jerk and spasm.

Finally, she was done. Her entire body relaxed. Her legs went down and her head fell back. She started taking deep breaths. “Oh, god, I really needed that.”

John shook his head. “I really didn’t have to work too hard. You were already so worked up it was easy.”

“I know. I’ve been horny for a couple of days. What I really need is your cock.” Deb reached for his crotch.

“It will have to wait, sweetie.” John patted her on the stomach and then brought his wet fingers up to his mouth. He sucked on them briefly. “Yum. Delicious.”

“You can have some right now.” Deb lifted and opened her legs again.

John laughed. “You are such a horny, insatiable slut. I didn’t know there were girls like you when I was young.”

“Some of us are always horny, just like the boys.”

“Yes, well, you’d better get dressed. I’m expecting a call from next door soon.”

Two Strangers in a Bar Pt. 02

“Well, Judy, it is a pleasure to make your acquaintance.”

It was the most appropriate reply that I could think of. Simple, direct, and polite. Stepping forward, I extended my hand and gently shook yours, enjoying the soft touch of your well-manicured fingers. I held your hand for a second or two longer than what a casual handshake normally required, releasing it with a smile and a wink of my own.

At this distance, I could smell your perfume. My senses had cleared from the smokey haze of the bar and I could tell that the scent was expensive, yet not overpowering.

“So, what brings you to the dark city streets, risking untold dangers and tall dark strangers?” I was definitely feeling my bourbon and your warm smile made me feel particularly comfortable and silly.

“I wanted to personally thank you for buying our drinks. It was a sweet gesture, considering your feeble attempt to remain anonymous.” Bold and witty. I was even more impressed with you than I was when I only knew you as the attractive lady at the end of the bar. Your voice was confident and as easy on the ears as your face was on the eyes. Articulate and smooth but without a hint of the pretentious undertones common to the women that frequented this upscale establishment. I could easily imagine your voice as a radio personality on a morning-drive radio show.

“Once again, Ms. Judy, the pleasure is all mine. My name is Jeromy. To tell you the truth, I was not looking for any thanks. My intentions were purely selfish. I just wanted you two escort bayan şişli to stay longer than the usual two or three drinks so that I could admire you from afar.” I spoke candidly since there seemed to be an open feel to this conversation. I just wanted to be honest so that you wouldn’t think that I had any expectations about my gesture.

“And just what is it that you are admiring? Is it my new nail color? I am rather fond of it myself and all of the ladies at the salon just raved about my choice of color?” You had a mischievous grin as you spoke.

“This might actually be fun”, I thought to myself.

I decided to go with it, “Well, you caught me. It was indeed your nails. I was thinking to myself, I wonder if I have any neckties that would match that exact color, should I choose it for my next manicure. I’m so afraid that it would not do well with my skin tone as well as it goes with yours. I needed the extra time to asses this. It is, after all, an important fashion choice for a man on the go.”

Your eyes, while still showing humor, changed add a hint of sultry as you responded, “Well, that’s just plain disappointing. I was hoping that you were looking at my ass. I wore this dress tonight because it happens to flatter the shape of my body. My nails, while exquisite, pale in comparison to the woman that they are attached to…or so it would seem by the looks of the other men in this bar.” You finished with your trademark wink that had captured me from before.

“Well, escort topkapı I had noticed a few other things about you that were extremely noteworthy and dare I say, admirable, but a gentleman tries to refrain from such conversation when first addressing a lady he barely knows.”

“Oooooh. I am standing in the presence of a gentleman! How disappointing.” You mock a pouting demeanor as you continue, “Gentleman can be sooooo droll and you practically have to pull the lewdness from them. A gal who craves such attention barely has the time or inclination to spend so much energy doing so when there is a bar full of patrons who would fall all over themselves to be so forward.” You attempt to maintain a straight face but the corners of your mouth twitch slightly into a smile.

“Well, those gentlemen can have their chance on some other occasion. If it is lewd compliments you are looking for, who am I to deny such a fine specimen of the female sex that which she currently desires? What would you like to hear about first? Should I speak of your full lips with a spectacular shade of red that beg to be kissed with an abandoned passion? Or maybe it’s your full breasts that beg to be rid of that tastefully clingy and classy dress so that they can be on full display for any lucky man blessed enough to capture your fancy? Perhaps, we should discuss your delightfully curvy hips that allow the aforementioned blessed man something to hold on to as he pulls you in for that kiss he’d be compelled to give escort bayan mecidiyeköy if he had the chance? I could go on but who has the time at this hour to complete such an exhaustive list?”

We were now exchanging toothy grins with one another. You seemed to be drawn into the exchange even more, as was I.

“Well, Jeromy, it seems that you have a way with words that strike a woman’s fancy in all the right ways. I imagine that the comfort with which you speak such witty words has been developed though experience. It makes me think that while you appear to be a man of gentlemanly charms, they mask a naughty little devil that could tickle a girl’s fancy…if she has a fancy that needs a little tickling.”

As you spoke these words, you stepped closer and grabbed my wrist and bicep and pulled me to you while playfully batting your eyes. You held my arm close to you for a second before releasing my bicep. I could feel the roundness of your breasts and their warmth against my arm. You then took a half step back but retained my wrist. You placed your other hand in mine. I didn’t notice at first, but you had cleverly placed a matchbook from the bar into my hand. You closed my fingers around it. And slowly walked backwards towards the door. You bit your bottom lip seductively and smiled a cheeky grin. Before you turned away, you spoke your final words for the night, “Call me… the best times are written on the matchbook.” You were so casual as you turned away and sauntered to the door. Just prior to opening the door, you briefly pulled up the front of your skirt…just for a second… displaying the tops of your stockings, a set of rose-colored garters, and a feint hint that you were not wearing any underwear. Laughing, you disappeared back inside the bar and I stood silent. Could this night get any better?