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Chapter 1: “Jake’s Frustration”

Wendy was purring contentedly. Her husband Jake was lying behind her in their warm king-sized bed with his arms wrapped around her and softly squeezing her breast and rolling her taut nipple between his thumb and forefinger. His big 8 inches of man meat was buried in her pussy and he was deliciously slow fucking her from behind. Every time he moved into her she would push her ass back against him to heighten the sensation of his cock sinking into her wet pussy. It really felt great. Just a short while ago he had licked her pussy and clitoris until she was in a state of frenzy and she had begged him to fuck her. It had started off wild and hard and they had fucked ferociously like a pair of teenagers doing it for the first time but now they had slowed to a more comfortable pace and were slowly building towards what promised to be a really great orgasm.

Earlier they had kissed and cuddled on the bed and pretty soon things had started to heat up. Jake had taken off the top of her nightgown and her big beautiful 36D tits had spilled into view. Jake just couldn’t get enough of her tits. He had squeezed and fondled and nibbled on them until her dusky nipples had started to harden and then he sucked on them like he was dying of thirst. Having a grown man suck on your tits like a little baby was an extremely satisfying feeling but it also made a woman really horny. She could feel her cunt beginning to get very wet and there was a hot feeling in the pit of her stomach. She reached down and felt for Jake’s big cock through his shorts. It was already rock hard and she could feel it pulsing as her hand closed around its wide girth. She started to slowly jerk him off while he was sucking her tits and then with her other hand she reached a little lower and found his balls and began to slowly fondle and squeeze them as his cock grew even harder.

Jake groaned and stood up quickly and stepped out of his shorts and then moved up to place his throbbing cock between her breasts and began to fuck her cleavage. She reached up and squeezed her breasts together to make the crease even tighter for him and he humped away with a glazed look in his eyes.

“Enough,” he said, pulling away from her. “I need you to suck me off now.”

Wendy obediently held his cock in her hand and guided it into her warm waiting mouth and quickly took in the big purple bulge of his cockhead plus two more inches before clamping her lips down tight and starting to suck hard. That always drove him crazy. That first gulp and suck before she slowly started to suck more and more of his cock into her eager waiting mouth until she had all 8 inches of him captured between her lips.

Jake froze and Wendy held him trapped like that for what seemed like an eternity before she slowly started to release him, all the while licking and teasing his cock as it slowly withdrew. Then she would bite the head gently and suck him in again. Over and over she did this, each time a little faster until soon she was sucking on him and squeezing his balls at a furious pace and Jake was bucking his hips to match her sucking. Jake always said she was the best cocksucker he had ever known. Soon however, he had to pull away from her eager mouth to stop himself from cumming so he could get her ready to fuck. He pushed her back on the bed and hooked his fingers into the elastic of her panties and pulled them slowly down over her hips and completely off. The soft mound of her vagina, covered with a tangle of dark brown hair was now completely exposed to his hungry gaze. He reached up and spread her legs wide apart while at the same time raising her hips, then he lowered his head between her thighs and slid his tongue into the folds of her waiting pussy.

It was always like an electric shock, when she felt his tongue probe in between her soft inner lips and on into her waiting vagina. He would twist and turn it inside her, driving her wild with lust, then he would run it up higher until he found the little hood covering her clitoris and he would begin to lick and tease until that little nubbin of soft flesh that was the seat of her sex would begin to harden and finally it would pop out of it’s sheath into his waiting mouth. He would suck and chew on it until the pain pleasure was so intense she thought she was going to explode, then he would release it and drag his tongue back through the length of the lips of her pussy until he found the tight little pucker of her asshole and his tongue would then softly lick around the little ring of muscle and try to slip inside. Subconsciously she would contract her sphincter muscle and his tongue couldn’t get past it, so he would slowly lick back the other way and repeat the process over and over again until she couldn’t stand it any longer and would scream,

“Now Jake! Fuck me now! “

Jake quickly crawled up between her legs and placed the head of his cock up against the entrance to her sex and with one hard shove he pushed the whole 8 inches of his manhood into her waiting cunt. “God!” it always felt so good escort bursa the first time he buried the whole length in her. He would always let it just rest inside her for awhile, so she could feel its size and warmth before he would start to withdraw it and begin to fuck her. Her legs would slide up around his back and grip him while he started to fuck her harder and harder and faster and faster. His thrusts became almost ferocious and she fucked him back with equal intensity and soon they were going at it like a pair of wild animals.

Eventually they would tire and then he would lay her on her side and start to slowly fuck her from behind. They were in that position now and his cock was sliding smoothly in and out her slippery wet vagina while he was gently squeezing her breast.

Jake could feel the pressure in his balls starting to build and Wendy’s pussy was getting wetter and wetter so he knew she was close too. He started to take his cock completely out of her pussy on each stroke and then slide it up towards her asshole before sliding it back down again into her pussy. Soon her asshole was also very wet and Jake reached down with his finger and started to rub very softly around the rim of her anus trying to get the little muscle to relax. He was starting to cum and he slid his cock out of her pussy and up to her asshole. He began to push gently and his cock started to force open her anus but just as it felt like it was going to slide in, she pulled away and gabbed his cock.

It was too late! He started to cum and big globs of sperm shot all over her asshole and butt. He was beside himself with frustration and even though his cock had started to go soft he mounted her ass and began to hump her butt as hard as he could. When the rage of lust subsided he finally released her and collapsed. He had fucked her and he had cum, but he wanted her ass, and once again she had denied him.

Chapter 2: “The Boss’s Offer”

Jake and Wendy had been married for two years and things were going great. Jake had a great job and good prospects for future promotion and Wendy was enjoying the temporary status of stay at home housewife. She fully intended to return to college in the near future to obtain a degree towards her intended career as a dental hygienist. Jake was making good money and they had bought a nice house that was well within their budget. They hadn’t decided yet when and if they wanted any kids so Wendy was on the pill and they could enjoy sex without any worries whenever they wanted.

“Whenever they wanted,” was a lot. It was amazing that Jake could have enough stamina to go to work in the mornings; especially after the weekend. Wendy was only 22 and had a fantastic body for sex. She had big beautiful well formed and erect breasts and a narrow waist with very slightly flared hips and a tight nicely proportioned ass. She was built for both speed and comfort. Jake just couldn’t keep his hands off her, especially her tits and her ass. They had met in college and had been fucking each other for over a year before they were married. Still it wasn’t enough and they continued to screw each other’s brains out every chance they got.

Wendy would hide behind the counter in the kitchen wearing just a skimpy “see through” pair of bikini panties and when he came home from work, she would jump out and yell “Surprise,” with those nice big tits bouncing and her little ass jiggling. Jake would strip off his clothes and chase her to the bedroom where he would show her his big erect cock and tell her “I’m going to rape you bitch.” She would pretend to fight for a few minutes but then he would force her legs apart and fuck her until they were both exhausted.

Their sex life was perfect. Well almost. Jake had been trying to get her to have anal sex with him for the past six months but aside from letting him occasionally lick her asshole and sometimes letting him partially slip his finger into her anus, she wouldn’t let him actually fuck her in the butt. It wasn’t that she thought it was dirty or weird or something, but she just could not condition herself mentally to accept that nowadays anal sex was widely accepted as perfectly normal between consenting adults. It was starting to get Jake really frustrated, especially since Wendy had once told him that her best girlfriend had told her that her husband fucked “her” in the ass regularly and that “she” enjoyed it. Maybe Wendy just needed more time.

Monday morning when Jake arrived at work, the office was abuzz with the news that the company was opening a new office in Denver and that the boss Greg, was planning to promote someone from this office to run the new Denver operation. Greg and Jake got along well and Jake knew that Greg was pleased with his work, so he wondered if he had a chance for the new position. There was also an office rumor that Greg and his wife were “swingers ” and promotions always depended on how the new man and his wife felt about that kind of lifestyle.

Jake didn’t have to wait long to find out because that very morning Greg bursa escort called him into his office and told him about the new position and the fact that Jake was first in line for the job. Greg told him about how the new job would mean almost twice the salary he was making now and that the company would lease a house for him and Wendy for the first two years and then give them an option to buy if they liked it. There would even be a company car thrown in plus all their moving expenses would be paid. Greg suggested that he talk it over with his lovely young wife ……. “Wendy, wasn’t it?” and then have lunch the next day with him and his wife Roberta.

Jake vaguely remembered a striking redhead with Greg at the office Christmas party. He had thought at the time that she was a little older than Greg, maybe thirty two or three but she was a real looker.

Jake told Wendy about the offer that night and she was really excited about the possibility of moving to a great city like Denver. When they made love that night, they fucked with a new intensity and their mutual orgasm was really great. The next day they met with Greg and Roberta for lunch and almost immediately Greg was devouring Wendy with his eyes. She was a little embarrassed at first but then she noticed how much attention Roberta was paying to Jake and she thought.

“Oh well, it’s just a little harmless flirting,” and she relaxed and started flirting back with Greg. The lunch went great and then Jake almost chocked on his desert. Someone was rubbing the inside of his leg with their foot and it sure as hell wasn’t Wendy because she was sitting next to him. Roberta was looking right at him and smiling and when nobody else was watching she opened her mouth slightly and rolled her tongue around her lips suggestively and the pressure on his leg increased.

Damn! He was starting to get a hard-on and Roberta knew it. Before lunch was over Greg suggested that Jake and Wendy think about the proposition some more and that they come over for drinks the next night to talk about it some more. On the way out of the restaurant Greg nudged Jake and whispered, “You are one lucky guy Jake, that wife of yours is one sexy number. I bet the four of us could have a great time together….know what I mean! ”

Jake stammered, “I don’t know Greg, Wendy’s kind of shy.”

“Talk to her,” Greg said, “I know Roberta thinks you’re hot.”

At the curb Greg helped Wendy into the car and while her view was obstructed, Roberta quickly leaned over and kissed Jake full on the mouth and whispered, “Later lover.”

That night the conversation was a little strained as Jake tried to find a way to broach the subject of a more intimate arrangement between the boss and his wife and he and Wendy. Out of the blue Wendy asked him, “Do you think Roberta is attractive Jake?”

“Well of course she’s attractive,” he replied.

“No, I mean are you attracted to her sexually? I saw the way she was looking at you at lunch and how you were looking at her breasts.”

“That’s not fair,” Jake replied. ” I would have to be half dead to not be physically attracted to Roberta and you know how much I appreciate beautiful tits on a woman. Besides, it didn’t slip by me how Greg was undressing you with his eyes and you seemed to be encouraging him. ”

“I was not!” she retorted sharply. “It was just harmless flirtation.”

“Well maybe it was just harmless but Greg asked me about how we felt about maybe having some fun together ….. just the four of us, and I told him I wasn’t sure how you felt, so now that the subject has been raised, what do you think about a little fooling around? ”

“I’m not sure,” Wendy replied. ” As long as it’s just fooling around and nothing more, then maybe I would consider it but you’d have to promise me that if it got too heavy, we could stop.”

“Oh of course!” Jake replied. “Why don’t we just play it by ear tomorrow night and see what happens.” He really couldn’t believe what he was hearing. Wendy would actually consider having sex with another couple.

Chapter 3: “The Decision”

They arrived at the boss’s house at 7:30 the next evening and Roberta met them at the door wearing a diaphanous silk blouse with a lacy bra underneath and a tiny pair of pink skin-tight shorts with a gold zipper down the front. They were so tight; they rode clear up into the crack of her ass and were tight up against her crotch in the front.

“It’s so hot tonight,” she explained. “You guys are overdressed. Here let me take your things and come on through to the living room, Greg is waiting. ”

Greg was on one of the couches watching T.V. and was wearing a sarong like garment around his waist and a wide mesh net tank top. He rose when they entered and quickly kissed Wendy and said, “Here, come sit by me and relax. I should have told you to dress more casual because it’s so warm tonight. ”

Actually Wendy thought she was dressed casual. She had on a very tight blue cotton sweater and a matching pair of bursa merkez escort bayan blue shorts. They weren’t anywhere near as tight and as small as Roberta’s and they were just loose enough for the air to get in through the cuffs and circulate over her little silk bikini panties. She liked the feeling of movement with loose shorts. Her breasts jutted out through the thin fabric of her sweater and already her nipples were starting to harden under Greg’s admiring gaze.

“You look very gorgeous and very desirable,” he pointedly complimented her and asked what she would like to drink.

Roberta led Jake by the hand and had him sit on the other couch while she fixed drinks for everyone. She handed Wendy her drink and then placed Greg’s drink on the coffee table next to him.

“Thank you dear, ” he said and Wendy watched, a little shocked as he pulled Roberta close and kissed her passionately while at the same time reaching up to openly squeeze and fondle her breasts through her blouse.

Roberta sat down next to Jake and immediately placed her hand on his leg and gave a gentle squeeze. “How is you drink? “She asked.

Jake’s leg was burning from her touch through his light cotton slacks and he was barely able to reply coherently as her hand continued to fondle his leg. “Jesus Christ,” he was starting to get hard already and there was no way to hide it.

Greg was explaining to Wendy about how much they would like living in Denver and unobtrusively he had slipped an arm around her shoulder and was massaging the back of her neck.

“Does that feel good,” he asked. ” Your muscles are awful tight….just relax and let me work out the knots. Here, lie down on the couch on your tummy and let me work your shoulders. ” It did feel good and Wendy relaxed as he turned her around began to knead the tight muscles. His hand had brushed up against her breast and lingered there for a moment as he positioned her on the couch but she was sure it was just accidental contact. She was lying with her head turned so she could watch Roberta and Jake on the other couch and she gasped when she saw that Jake had a huge hard-on and that Roberta was rubbing it through his slacks.

“We need some music,” cried Roberta and she moved over to the entertainment center and slipped a C.D. into the player. Soft flute music started to play and Roberta whirled away from the cabinet and started to dance by herself.

Everyone was watching transfixed and Greg said, “Roberta was an exotic dancer before we were married, and she’s very good.” As Roberta swayed to the music, she started to slide her hands all over her body. She cupped and squeezed her breasts and ran her hands up to her crotch and rubbed herself suggestively. She spun around in time to the music and suddenly her blouse was off and her breasts were visible to everyone. They were barely contained in her flimsy little bra and suddenly Wendy realized how big and firm they were. Sure she was dancing and they were bouncing around but there was no sag at all to them.

Wendy thought to herself “I sure hope my breasts are that firm and that good looking when I get to her age.” Wendy was so engrossed watching Roberta that she scarcely noticed that Greg’s hands had moved down and were now moving around all over her back from the nape of her neck to the small of her back and down to the waistband of her shorts. The bottom of her sweater didn’t tuck into her shorts so he was easily able to slip his hands under her sweater and begin massaging her bare skin. Wendy was watching Jake as Greg was feeling her body, but Jake was completely engrossed in watching Roberta. His hard-on was pushing through his slacks and he never even realized that he was squeezing his own cock now and then. He just had a glazed look in his eyes. Greg’s hand moved up Wendy’s back and quickly and expertly unhooked her bra and rolled up her sweater in one fluid movement, and then he continued to rub her back.

“Does that feel better?” he asked.

“Mmm,” she murmured, scarcely noticing as she continued to watch Roberta dance.

Roberta danced over towards Jake and started to dance right up close in front of him and leaned over shaking her breasts right in his face.

“Unhook me lover,” she purred and Jake eagerly reached around her shoulders and unsnapped her bra. Her tits were fantastic! Now the bra was gone, her big brown nipples protruded sharply from the softly shaded aureoles of her shapely breasts. Jake reached up and cupped both her breasts in his hands and squeezed them firmly, feeling her engorged nipples in the palms of his hands as he fondled them.

“Suck them baby,” she almost commanded and Jake leaned forward obediently and took a big nipple into his mouth and started to suck and nibble for all he was worth. While he was sucking, Roberta reached down between her legs and started to rub her crotch furiously and began to moan loudly.

Wendy was still watching incredulously and she offered no resistance as Greg sat her up on the couch and lifted her sweater over her head and completely removed her bra. His big hands engulfed her breasts and he began pinching her rock hard nipples as he squeezed her lovely mounds. One of his hands dropped to her belly and he began to rub and fondle her navel, rubbing his finger around the hard little mound of flesh.

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The Girls of Sodomistan Ch. 01

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Agathe/

Agathe was a good Freedonian girl. As a child she worked hard for her parents on their farm, and was then sold into marriage at eighteen years of age to a merchant, a widower three times her age. Her parents got a very good price: Agathe was a rare beauty – average height, pretty face, green eyes, light brown hair, a lithe, nubile body with ample breasts, not too big, but not flat-chested by any means.

For three weeks she was a good wife. She enjoyed the benefits of being married to a rich merchant, and paraded around town on his arm. She organised the servants cooking and cleaning, took charge of the house, and most importantly allowed her husband to fuck her whenever he wanted. Being a virgin she very much enjoyed sex, although it never seemed to last long. She’d enjoyed masturbation before marriage and her husband had seemed happy to see her enjoy her own body before and whilst he fucked her. Her husband used both her mouth and her pussy. She orgasmed hardest when she touched herself whilst he was inside her, and she was on all fours like a dog. Sometimes her husband had put his hand on the small of her back, resting his thumb on the hole in her bottom, and it seemed to add to her pleasure.

On the twenty second night of her marriage the invaders came. Marauders over the mountains, from a land some said was myth. Freedonians could never bring themselves to believe the tales of visiting travelers of a country called Sodomistan. Rumours had circulated for years about a very different religion and culture to their own, and an army aggressively expanding its borders. Agathe was awoken by the sound of shouting, screaming, horses hooves, doors being kicked down and windows broken. Suddenly the town was ablaze. Everything was confusing. Her husband was dragged off and killed in the town square with all the other men and boys. All the women were tied up and placed in large carts pulled by strong horses.

The journey lasted days, through high mountain passes and lush green valleys. They were looked after well. Although tied up, the soldiers did not touch them or rape them. They were fed well, and allowed to urinate and defecate regularly. She counted at least ten carts, with at least ten women on each. They were not allowed to talk. A few of the görükle escort women whispered to each other, and the theory was that they have been kidnapped by soldiers from Sodomistan. Only women have been taken prisoner. Agathe is no idiot – she knows the fate that awaits her – what happens to women captured in war. Older women on the cart tell her that legend has it that in Sodomistan a woman is treated differently, like a slave. That the religion is different. Men put their phalluses in women’s bottoms to have sex, hardly ever using the pussy. One woman has heard that women are never allowed to touch themselves.

On arrival into the capital Sodom, the women were taken to the palace, the highest point in the city. There were cheers from crowds lining the streets. Peering through the bars of the cart she can only see men. They were taken to a large central courtyard and made to line up. They were untied. Soldiers stand guard. An important, decorated soldier arrives, introduces himself as the slave master of Sodomistan. They were ordered to remove all of their clothes and stand ready for inspection. Agathe’s name means ‘good’. She was brought up to do as she is told, so she immediately started to take her clothes off – she knew it would be worse for her if she didn’t. She removed her smock, outer dress and belt, and noticed that most of the women had also started to de-robe. A few who hadn’t were approached by soldiers and slapped. She continued, taking off her underskirts and tunic. She piled the clothes in front of her, and stood with her hands in front of her pussy. She hadn’t made a sound. A few women cried, or protested, but were quickly slapped or hit by a soldier. The Slave Master stood at the front, on a small platform, arms folded, watching the courtyard of women get naked. Soldiers either stood at the side or patrolled between the rows, ogling bodies.

Silence descended upon the courtyard. The Slave Master instructed them to stand straight, with their hands behind their backs. She complied straight away. The three or four who resisted were dealt with swiftly with another slap. Why were they resisting, thought Agathe, there was no chance, better to do as you’re told, surely?

The Slave Master said, ‘Captured women of Freedonia, welcome bursa sınırsız escort bayan to Sodomistan, and your new life. Our country is very different to your own. We worship the one true god Clitori – a female deity. Her teachings were spoken to the prophet Vulva and written down many centuries ago. As such, here in Sodomistan the female body is worshiped for its beauty, it is revered, for the pleasure it can give and for its role in the giving of life. The writings of Vulva dictate that a woman’s life-giving parts, I believe you call it a pussy in Freedonia, may only be touched four times in a solar year – the days of equinox and solstice.’ There was a gasp amongst the women.

‘On these special orgy days you are allowed to touch yourself as much as you wish, to glorify Clitori. Also, to aid impregnation, any Sodomistani man is permitted to lie with you, regardless of who owns you. It is forbidden for a woman, or man, to touch or penetrate a woman’s pussy for the remainder of the solar year. The glory of Clitori is everything – if we follow the teachings we will be blessed with many children for the country. Failure to follow these teachings will result in hands or arms being removed to prevent touching. As a consequence of Clitori’s teaching, through Vulva’s writings, women are owned and looked after by men here in Sodomistan, I believe you may have had a similar relationship in Freedonia called marriage? Women are weak and often unable to follow the teachings of Clitori and Vulva, always wanting to touch themselves. Each household in Sodom has a slave master who watches over the women at all times and ensures that the holy parts are not touched. They have power to enforce the teachings – all to the glory of Clitori. If the pleasure of the pussy is withheld except for the orgy days, then many more children will be born as the pleasure for both man and woman is heightened. Sexual activity for all apart from orgy days is conducted using only the mouth and the bottom holes of women.’ Agathe was stunned. She wasn’t going to be able to touch herself, except for four days a year? And her owner, whoever that might be, could put his phallus inside her bottom. She just couldn’t imagine it. This was hell.

‘Here bursa otele gelen escort bayan in Sodom the higher the social standing of a man, the more women he owns and look after. All the way up to the King. Sodomistani born women are permitted to wear clothes, captured slave women are not. The most beautiful, best-behaved women attract better owners. The older, uglier, and poorly behaved you are, the more likely it is that you’ll end up housed with the common soldiers, who have a large appetite.’ He laughed. Several of the women were quietly sobbing. Agathe’s nipples were hard in the cool afternoon breeze. Out of the corner of her eye she could see three soldiers staring at her. The Slave Master continued.

‘For the next week you will all be trained by my team of slave trainers. Observed. You will not be allowed to touch yourself – you will start training by having your hands tied behind your back to ensure that you cannot. Your bottom hole will be trained using wooden and glass phalluses, in order to prepare you for your new life of devotion to Clitori. Those who do badly, or do not meet our elite requirements will be passed over to the soldiers – this will be about half of you. Those who do well will be put forward for the King’s slave auction, where the King himself and Generals and city’s businessmen will bid for the very best of you. To the glory of Clitori!’

The soldiers started tying up the hands that were behind backs. Agathe didn’t protest. They were all given metal collars too, each with a number. She was number sixty-nine. The Slave Master watched as they were all led inside the Palace, and heard him whispering numbers to a scribe stood next to him. He whispered her number as she walked passed him. She is led to a large room with ten beds around the edge. Once there are ten women in the room, stood submissively by the beds, two men arrive. One is the Slave Master. ‘It is time for your training to begin. This is my best Slave Trainer, Sado. Over to you Sado – to the glory of Clitori.’

Sado replied, ‘Delayed pleasure is the best pleasure.’ The Slave Master left and Sado came and looked at all of them one by one, making notes on some parchment. He then instructed them all to get on their beds on their knees, with their heads down and their bottoms in the air. Agathe did this immediately, her back arching with her hands behind her back. She heard a couple of slaps from behind her, so presumed that two of the girls had resisted the instruction. What was the point? ‘Number 69, I think I’ll start with you.’

What was Sado going to do? Did it involve her bottom?

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A Girl, A Guy and a Dressing Room

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“I’m not too sure about this Dave,” Jess mumbled, biting her lip as the guitarist pushed the girl up against the white wall of the bands dressing room, one hand gripped on her ribs underneath her leopard print tank. “Anyone could walk in on us.”

“Isn’t that half the fun?” Dave smiled cheekily, gently caressing the red heads right cheek with his free hand. Acting impulsively, Jess placed her arms around Dave’s neck and pulled his face in towards hers, his hand falling down beside his torso.

“I guess,” Jess giggled before pressing her full lips to Dave’s. She only meant to kiss him for a quick second, but the guitarist had other ideas, and he definitely wasn’t about to let her get away from him. As soon as he noticed the girl trying to pull away from his lips, he reacted quickly and nipped at her bottom lip, catching it in his teeth. Dave then decided to play on her weaknesses, kissing his way across Jess’s jawline and up her neck to her ear. He got the reaction he wanted from her – she softly whimpered as he kissed his way along.

“You aren’t going anywhere,” he purred into the girls ear, his own hands now removing the black vest that was covering his otherwise naked torso. “Not until I’ve convinced you this was a good idea.”

With that, Dave forced his body against hers, pushing Jess further into the wall. It was quite a surprise to him that she was already going along with it, as she suggested when she began to place gentle kisses on the side of Dave’s neck. Slowly, she worked her way up to the crook in his jawline, and then continued to kiss her way towards his lips. Unable to keep her hands off of the sexy rocker, she ran her fingers back and forth along Dave’s toned chest. By the time the vixen had reached her lovers lips, Dave’s hands had worked their way up under her top again, and he had a firm grip on her waist.

After what seemed like a life time of teasing to Dave, Jess finally kissed his soft lips. This time, she had no intention of trying to escape. Dave quickly decided to take control of the situation, picking up the pace of their soft kisses, which, in turn, made them a lot rougher and intense. Soon enough, the girl felt Dave’s tongue flick against her lips, asking her to take it up another notch. She gladly obliged, and parted her lips just enough to let her lovers tongue enter her own mouth. It didn’t take long for her to learn Dave was quite skilled with his tongue. The passion alone was enough to make her whimper slightly, and she was surprised to find her hands had worked their way up into Dave’s short blonde hair.

The girl played with the rockers hair, as he kept a firm grip on her waist and continued to impress her with his tongue. It was around that moment Jess realised there was no going back now – she simply couldn’t resist him. It only then occurred to her that she should probably come up for some air.

“Ok.” Jess whispered, parting her lips from Dave’s. “I’m up for it.” She untwisted her fingers from the lock they had in Dave’s hair before moving her hands to her lovers thin hips. Dave smirked, proud it hadn’t taken much at all to convince the girl to let him do as he wished. With her permission, he lifted up her top with one hand and held it against her waist, running his free fingers just above the waist of her jeans. This caused a slight gasp to come from Jess’s mouth – he was getting awfully close to her heat, and on top of that, the area he was caressing was another of her weak spots.

Attempting to steal her lovers attention away from her stomach, Jess tilted her head to one side and began to softly suckle on the side of Dave’s neck. He let out a slight groan, and his hands slowed to almost a total halt. When the girl realised she was getting such a reaction out of Dave, she opened her mouth wider and sank her teeth straight into his neck. This caused even more of a reaction, and Dave let out a much louder, deeper moan. He did enjoy being bitten, as Jess quickly learned.

It seemed it was going to be a battle between the two as to who was to dominate. While Dave wasn’t naturally a controlling person, he felt a strong need to ravage the girl – to take control and give her exactly what he would have her begging for. Jess, on the other hand, was an extremely domineering person. She certainly wasn’t about to submit to Dave without a fight. She was quite happy biting kuşadası escort into Dave’s neck at that moment. Dave moaned louder the harder she bit down on his pale skin. His hands were now firmly squeezed around her hip bones, and he was instinctively grinding into his lover as she payed attention to his neck. The girl couldn’t help but notice the growing bulge in Dave’s tight black jeans as he grinded up against her hips.

“Jess…” Dave groaned, as his lover still continued to bite down hard on his neck. “I.. need… more…”. That was all Dave could stutter through his moans. After lingering for a few more seconds, Jess decided she wouldn’t punish him with her teasing any longer. She had gained the upper hand, and that was enough – for now.

She pulled her hair back around her neck and removed her mouth from Dave’s neck, revealing some very noticeable red teeth marks.

The minute Jess tilted her head back towards the wall, Dave made a move to take control once again. He tugged at the hem of his lovers top, and, before she could protest, pulled it up and off over her head. Dave let her tank fall to the floor next to them, before stopping to admire his girl’s lean figure. The girl now stood there in only her blue jeans and black lace bra, her arms now back around Dave’s neck, pulling him in for another heated kiss.

“Jess, you are driving me crazy!” Dave whispered as his mouth got closer to hers. With a quick smirk, Jess put her lips to his and once again removed her arms from her lovers neck, bringing her hands down to his belt buckle. She quickly unbuckled his belt before feeding it out through the loops of his jeans.

“I’d better do something about that then, huh?” she whispered playfully, pulling the last few inches of his belt from his jeans. The girl lingered her breath over Dave’s lips as she unbuttoned her jeans with her hands.

“Is something wanting a little attention?” Jess giggled, noticing the bulge in Dave’s pants as she leaned down to pull his jeans down his strong legs. “Hmm?” She teased him further by standing and rubbing his erection through his boxers as Dave stepped out of his jeans.

“Mmm, you guessed it.” Dave moaned, throwing his head back slightly at the feeling of finally being attended to. “Please me, beautiful.”

Jess giggled before gently tugging on the waistband of his boxers and letting them fall to the floor. She then wrapped her palm around his length, feeling that Dave was now fully erect and under her control. Slowly, she started to pump him back a forth, causing a whimper to escape from Dave’s lips, which Jess’s lips were still lingering in front of.

“Please, stop teasing me.” Dave managed to get out through soft whimpers. “This isn’t enough, and you know it.” Jess did indeed know. That was the whole reason she was only stroking him gently – she wanted to tease him until he begged her for more, which she realised was going to happen sooner than she’d first anticipated.

“What’s wrong baby? Can’t you handle waiting a little longer?” Jess whispered as she tilted her head slightly to suckle on Dave’s neck again as her hands continued to pump him, gradually getting faster.

Dave let out a deep moan at the feeling of the girl full lips sucking on his sensitive neck. She was pushing him to the edge and part of him hated that she was so in control of the situation. The other part was adoring getting spoiled with so much sexual attention.

Suddenly, he snapped. Dave was fed up with being teased – he needed more from her and he needed it. Now.

As Jess continued working on his length, Dave moved his arms to the band of the girls jeans, trying to co-ordinate his fingers and get them undone as quickly as possible, which was a bit of a struggle for him considering his other involvement at that time.

“What are you doing?” Jess giggled, watching Dave struggle to undo the button on her jeans. “Are we a little distracted? I can stop -“

“Don’t you dare!” Dave instructed harshly, finally getting the button undone. Jess, however, had other ideas, and so she immediately disobeyed Dave’s orders.

“What did I just say?” Dave scolded, grabbing tightly the girls arm.

Jess rolled her eyes and moved her hands to her hips, undoing the zipper on her jeans before pulling them down her legs.

“Don’t even try to boss me around Dave. It won’t work.” Jess giggled, dropping to her knees once her tight jeans were finally off her needy body.

Dave just stared at her, wondering what she was planning on doing next. She was going to be a difficult one to control, judging from what he’d already seen. His urge to ravish the girl hadn’t ceased, not even a little bit. He would have to find a way to make her submit. Even if he had to play rough.

Dave was lost in thought when he felt the girls warm mouth surround the whole if his length. So much so, it gave him as much of a scare as it did a thrill.

“Oh fuck Jess, you certainly know what your doing.” Dave moaned, throwing his head back forcefully as the girl deep-throated him, swallowing to make sure she was taking all of him in. Dave knew if she kept this up, there encounter wouldn’t end nearly as pleasurable as it could otherwise. Still a satisfying ending, but Dave had more in mind than just that.

“Jess….stop…” Dave moaned, causing the girl to turn her big eyes upwards towards Dave. “What is it?” she asked sweetly, removing Dave’s manhood from her mouth.

Dave leant down slightly taking her hand in his and pulling Jess up off of the floor and up to his level. He then moved in close to the vixen before running his soft hand through her hair, smiling as he stared into her glowing eyes.

“I want you. Now,” He mumbled before biting her bottom lip playfully and moving his hands behind her back, unhooking her bra. Dave gently pulled on the straps and let her bra fall down the length of her arms and onto the floor next to them.

The girl smiled as Dave took no time to bend down and place his lips around Jess’s left nipple. He gently suckled on it before placing his other hand on her free breast and gently circling her other nipple with his thumb.

“Uh, Dave…” The girl moaned, grabbing a fistful of his hair and pulling it away from his head, while Dave reacted by trying to avoid being pulled away, In the end, she was too strong. Dave had a better idea, being the cheeky sexually driven male he was. He got to his knees and proceeded to remove the girls black lace underwear from her hips – using only his teeth. The latched his teeth onto them just beside Jess’s left hip bone, and proceeded to move his head down and away from her, causing her underwear to come down with his movements. He had done this before, the girl could tell. And it was definitely a turn on.

When the last article of clothing to be removed had finally been removed completely, Dave stood once again, this time taking the girl by surprise and pushing her into the wall behind her. A smirk crossed Jess’s face as she her back connected with the wall in a thud. She couldn’t wait to play rough with Dave. He walked straight over the the girl, and before Jess could get him back for being so careless with her, his teeth had already bit into her clavicle, causing a shriek from the girl. In another split second, he placed a finger up into her head, feeling how wet she had become purely from teasing him. This caused a smirk to arise from Dave’s lips. He could now go ahead with his plan.

Dave removed his mouth from the girls collarbones to find she had her head thrown right back against the wall, practically shaking from the ecstasy she was feeling in that moment. She adjusted herself a few moments after Dave stopped, facing her head forwards once again and looking straight at her lover.

“I can’t wait any longer.” Dave spoke as he leant down slightly and pulled Jess’s legs up around his hips, one after the other before standing straight to allow the girl to position herself comfortably between the wall and himself.

“Since when did you become in control?” Jess smiled as she felt Dave’s erection pressed against the opening of her heat, begging to come inside.

Dave harshly pushed into the girls heat as he spoke. “I always have my way.”

Dave bit his lip as he felt himself fully encircled by the girls tight heat. Jess was unable to stop her muscles from contracting around his manhood – he had drove her crazy past the point of control.

” Dave, fuck me.” Jess whimpered, impatiently waiting for Dave to move. He had her begging for it, which was exactly what he wanted. She was now at his disposal, and anything he chose to do from there on in would be like ecstasy.

He did exactly as she said and thrusted deeply into her, causing a long moan to escape the girls lips.

“Shhh, the guys will hear,” Dave smiled, purring into the girls neck as he thrusted in slow, deep motions. “We don’t want to get caught, do we?”

“Fuck me, I don’t even care. Harder, Dave. Fuck me harder.” Jess was getting impatient, she felt like Dave was teasing her with his slow, deep thrusts.

“What’s wrong baby? A little impatient?” It was the same game Jess had played with him earlier, and he decided it was time she got a taste of her own medicine.

“You are a dirty little tease.” Dave whispered into her ear, keeping up the same slow thrusts. “It’s not nice to be teased, is it? Maybe it’s time you got some punishment for teasing me. What do you think?”

Jess did not want to be played with, she just wanted to be pleasured. It was making her slightly angry that she wasn’t getting what she wanted. Dave would pay for it if he didn’t satisfy her soon.

“I think you need to hurry up and fuck me before you walk out of here unsatisfied,” Jess snarled, over the games they were playing. She’d had enough. They didn’t have all the time in the world, any of the guys could walk in at any time, plus this was her game to play, not his.

“Fine,” Dave rolled his eyes at her before quickening his pace. She had a limit, and he’d pushed her to it. If he kept it up, he knew he would definitely walk out unsatisfied, and so he chose to do as she instructed.

As he could quicker, Jess’s body ached more and more. The feeling of Dave’s think manhood inside her tight heat was sheer ecstasy – they fitted together perfectly.

“How’s that?” Dave asked, thrusting even faster and faster in and out of the girl. He could feel himself growing close as his body slapped against Jess’s in quick movements.

“Holy fuck!” Jess whimpered, feeling herself slowly losing control. “I’m close.” She moaned a second later. Dave smiled and moved one of his hand hands in between himself and the girl, working her clit with his forefinger.

“Scream for me baby, I want everyone to hear.” Dave spoke loudly as Jess couldn’t control her moans. The combination of his manhood in her heat and his fingers working her clit was driving her crazy. She had absolutely no control left. Dave was so close to taking her over the edge.

With a couple more thrusts, both the lovers were ready to finish. Jess’s back arched right off the wall in that moment, just as Dave’s sweet came flooding into Jess’s heat. It was perfectly timed, the perfect moment of pleasure between the two. And just as Dave had asked, Jess let out a huge squeal.

Dave kissed the girls soft lips before slowly pulling himself out of the girl and easing her legs back down to the floor.

“Now you, my beautiful girl. You have to stop teasing if you can’t take it yourself. Don’t dish it out if you can’t take it!” Dave smiled, searching the floor for his boxers. He finally found them in a nearby corner, along with his jeans.

“I can take it just fine!” Jess giggled, now pulling her tank on over her head. “I was just getting impatient with you. I’m not the only tease here, you know,” She finished dressing before heading over to where Dave was standing, pulling his vest back on over his bare torso. He looked down and kissed her softly on her lips before tucking her hair behind her ear.

“Do you think they heard me?” Jess giggled softly, resting her head on Dave’s chest.

“Oh, I know they heard you!” Dave chuckled, stroking her hair gently. “You were very loud, just as I asked you to be. But that’s ok, I don’t at all mind if they know.”

“I think you’ll find we did more than hear!” A voice came from the other side of the room where the door was swung open. Dave noticed Alex standing there, arms crossed and leaning on the door frame. “You forgot there’s a security camera right there.” Alex nodded upwards, smiling at the blank expression that had come across Dave s face.

“Eh? You guys were watching!?” Dave took a step towards Alex, leaving Jess standing alone and embarrassed that they had been watched.

“I wasn’t. But Jay said the show was quite interesting.” Alex smiled. “Either way, lets go Dave. Soundcheck. Nice to see you Jess.”

“I am so sorry!” Dave pleaded, embracing Jess in a strong hug. “If I’d had any idea…”

“Shh, it’s fine!’ Jess giggled. “I’m not worried. Besides, it’s only Jay. What’s the worst that could come of this?”

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What’s A Girl Gotta Do?

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It’s damned hard to right a really short story. This tops out at over 2,200 words; I was trying to come in at the minimum and failed. I had also planned to make it just dialogue, but felt the need to tie up the loose ends at the end. Anal sex is predominant with a little twist and turn at the end. It’s a little tongue in cheek as well as tongue in other places.

“No, please…not there…I’ve never…oh, please…too big…sin…against God…you’ll hurt me…agh, uh, oh no…please don’t…ayeeeeee!”

“It’s in baby, not all the way, just the head, relax, come on, stop crying, okay, I’m going to put it in a little more, relax, dammit!”

“I thought you loved me, this is nasty…perverted…you shouldn’t…it burns…I feel like you’re tearing me apart…I’m not a slut…I’m a nice girl…I can’t move…can’t stop you…”

“Almost there, sweet thing…you’re doing fine…oh, yea, God your ass is so fucking hot…so fucking tight…”

“If you loved me you wouldn’t do something like this…only whores let men do this to them…you’re treating me like a whore…you’re on top of me…holding me down…forcing your prick where it doesn’t belong…it’s a sin…we’re engaged…I’m so full…”

“Okay lover, I’m going to start moving in and out now…real slow…oh, shit, that’s really nice…your ass is so damned beautiful and my cock is stretching it…God what a view…”

“Slow, oh, ouch…that’s too deep! We shouldn’t be doing this…I’ll be on the pill soon…we should have waited…I know you don’t like rubbers…I know I’m not very good with my mouth, but…but this is so dirty…so mean…you don’t really love me…you’re not very nice…I thought you were a nice boy…”

“Oh, fuck baby, this feels so damned good…your ass hole is so hot. Play with yourself baby…go on, put your fingers in your pussy…”

“You know I think masturbation is wrong…I can’t do that…well, okay, just a little…oh, that feels good…I’m feeling all tingly inside…it does make your, ah, cock, in my, ah, ass feel better…it doesn’t hurt as much…the fullness…I think I kind of like it…”

“Can I start moving a little faster…go all the way in?”

“Okay, I guess so, that’s not so bad now…oh yea, you know how sensitive my breasts are, that’s right play with my little…titties…oh, that’s really feeling pretty good…”

“Okay, baby, I’m going to start fucking your ass now…”

“Oh, I wish you wouldn’t use that word. You don’t fuck someone you love, you make love with them…okay, that’s starting to feel very nice…go faster…go deeper…deeper…faster!”

“I’m going to cum in your ass baby, I’m going to shoot a load deep in your hot little butt!”

“Oh, no, not yet…are you sure I can’t get pregnant this way? Oh, I know better…don’t cum yet…I think I’m going to cum…how will I know? I don’t think I’ve ever had an orgasm before…not really…you’re going to make me cum the first time…that’s good…pinch my nipples…I’m really close…slow down…let me work my fingers…please don’t cum yet…just another few seconds…”

“I’m doing my best baby…I’m going to just stay still until you give me the word.”

“Okay, okay, bursa escort oh yea…oh fuck! I’m feeling it, I’m starting to build…okay, go ahead, start moving again…faster dammit! Deeper! Fuck my ass you bastard…fuck it like you mean it… yes, yes, yesssssss!!!! Oh shit, I’m cumming, oh, my God, okay, shoot inside me, cream my shit hole with that big cock…yesssssss!!!!”

“You raped me! You put your thing in my rear end. You forced me to do something so humiliating, so depraved…I just don’t know if I can live with myself after this humiliation. I could just die from the embarrassment.”

“Oh, Becky, you know I love you, but, well, you know, we’ve wanted to go, ‘all the way’ and since this is a small town and there’s only one doctor and well, he’d probably tell your mother…and rubbers, well, sure, I don’t like the way they feel, but you know they’re not for sure either in stopping babies. You’re getting better with your mouth, I wish you’d let me…I know you’d like it…let me give you a little sample…”

“What are you doing Robert! No! I don’t think…I told you I thought it was dirty for a boy to put his mouth down there…oh, oh, okay…well, maybe this one time…oh, oh, oh, yes, right there, a little higher…no here, where my finger is…gentle now, just caress it with your…oh, ah, ah, ahhhhh!!”

“See, Becky, I told you you’d like it…I sure did…you know you liked it…didn’t you?”

“I suppose so, it was just so embarrassing to have you putting your mouth down there…”

“Becky, do you think you’d like to…”

“Put your thing in my mouth? Well, wipe it off…no go wash it off and maybe…I mean, after cuming, I feel really relaxed, maybe my jaw won’t get so tense…but the taste…”

“Please, Becky? I cleaned my cock off…used soap and water…please try it…you love me don’t you?”

“Well okay…just this one time.”

“Oh, my God, Becky, that’s amazing, you’re taking it so deep, your jaw must have really relaxed. Oh, shit, that’s fantastic…oh, honey, I’m going to cum…do you want me to take it out! No, well okay…ahhhhhh! Oh, Becky, I’m sorry, I tried to warn you…I didn’t mean to cum in your mouth…but it was so sexy…you can spit it out…you already swallowed it? What about the taste?”

“Kiss, me, if you really love me, and I’ll share a taste with you.”

“Oh, shit, I always thought that guys that liked the taste of their own cum were, well you know, but that was really sexy the way you shared it with me.”

“Oh Robert, my ass is a little sore…why don’t you kiss it and make it better?”

“You want me to…put my mouth on your…well, okay, oh, wow this is really hot, I’m going to put my tongue inside…do you like that? My fingers…where? On your pussy…oh, yea, oh, baby, that’s hot…oh shit, you came again, didn’t you?”

“You want to do the same thing to me…are you sure? Oh, wow baby, that feels so good…yea, I wish you could fuck me in the ass…I think…use your tongue, oh yea, jerk my cock now, it’s really slippery…oh, yes, that’s right all over your big tits…oh, fuck that’s so damned hot!”

“You’ve ruined me, Robert! You’re turning me into one of your little bursa escort bayan sluts! No man will ever want me—no man will ever want me as his wife.”

“Oh, don’t cry, Becky, you know I love you…we’re engaged…I know I said we should wait to get married until I graduate…don’t cry, I love you more than anyone in the world. I mean getting married in college, well it won’t be so bad, I mean, my folks have money and they really love you and I mean, I’ll take over the mill in a few years anyway…dad’s health and all. The school year is over in a little more than a month…June! We can get married in June! Both of our parents got married when they were younger than we are.”

“Oh, Robert, how could you even think about being married to a girl who…who…who…let you do that to her…let you sodomize her?”

“Oh, Becky, you didn’t really let me do it…you didn’t want to do it…I forced you. I’m so sorry. I promise it will never happen again.”

“Well, we’ll talk about that after we’re married, I mean, I suppose what a husband and wife do in the privacy of their own bedroom…”

“Oh, Becky, you’re the best girl a guy could have…I love you so much!”

“Well, we better get going Robert; we need to tell your parents about the change in plans and you know I have to be home on time.”

“So, honey, tell your old mom how you got Robert to stop stalling and set the date—and a hell of a lot sooner than I ever expected. I bet you gave up your little cherry, didn’t you?”

“Not on your life, mom, still intact at that end…but…”

“Why you little slut! And I bet at this very minute poor Robert feels like a complete heel for ‘forcing’ his fiancée to take the high hard one up her hiney.”

“You mean just like dad felt after he…”

“Like mother like daughter, eh?”

“Everything important in life, at least as far as men are concerned, I learned from you mom…you’re the best mother a girl could ever have.”

“Well, son, I’m glad you finally got off the dime and set the date with Becky. As far as I’m concerned, she’s always been the most beautiful girl in this town. You two have played together since you were babies and her parents, while maybe not as well of as we are, are just plain damned fine people. I have to tell you, I was worried that you’d end up knocking up one of those little trollops you used to fool around with. Fortunately, Becky is a real nice girl…you’re not getting any of that fine young pussy until after you say, ‘I do'”

“Dad, you’re embarrassing me. But you’re right, the idea of marrying a, ah, virgin is pretty far out. Becky really is a very good girl.”

“Well don’t fuck it up between now and the wedding—it’s only six weeks away. No slipping out for a piece with one of those little whores you used to bang all the time.”

“I promise to you on the Bible that my dick won’t stray. As a matter of fact the next pussy it’s going to be in is that of my sweet young bride on my wedding night.”

Robert had loved Becky as long as he could remember but he’d heard stories about men that married women that weren’t very good in bed…his dad had been one of them. One thing the görükle escort little cunts he’d hung out with over the years had taught him was the exquisite pleasure of a good blow job. The tight, buttery pleasure of a woman’s rump, well, that had always been a fantasy of his but he’d only tried it once before and it hadn’t been anything like Becky…his Becky. He’d do anything she wanted to get another shot at that hot little butt of hers…

He’d almost been afraid that Becky had been a little frigid, but he guessed that under his excellent tutelage, she was on the road to becoming a very satisfying little fuck indeed…and he hadn’t even tapped her sweet little cunt yet. She had been such a babe in the woods…so inexperienced…he felt bad about what he had made her do…but still, he knew he was marrying a good girl. Her attitude about sex had improved immensely; he must be a pretty could teacher indeed.

Men, you can’t live with ’em, you can’t live without ’em. Becky was real glad that this wasn’t a royal wedding where they actually checked to see if that little skin barrier was still in place. She was technically a virgin; on the other hand, that little flap of skin had long since been rubbed away by her incessant diddling. Her tighter hole, on the other hand, well…everything was as it should be. In six weeks she’d be married to the best looking and richest boy in town. And she did love him—had since they had been very young children. Hmmm, would it be too forward to produce a strap on during her wedding night? Becky loved anal sex but she was going to dole it out judiciously and Robert was going to, ‘get it in the end’ sooner or later—from her. Turnabout was fair play.

Still, she was going to be damned if she was going to marry any man no matter how much she love him who was a lousy fuck…her mother had told her about women that made that mistake, to include her own situation. Robert was a quick learner and very trainable; she was sure she was the first girl who had ever ‘encouraged’ him to tongue her little pooper, but he had definitely learned something about sucking pussy from those little sluts he used to date.

She’d have to do a little practicing on her acting skills before the wedding night. Maybe some day she’d tell him and they’d both have a hearty laugh about it. That degree of openness could wait for a few years. In the meantime, she’d have to think about exactly how she was going to get Robert’s wonderful cock up her butt as often as possible over the next month and a half without appearing to want it too much.

Later the next day, Robert’s dad and Becky’s mom were chatting at the mill office. Becky’s mom had started as a bookkeeper at the mill right out of high school and was now the chief accountant. Everyone else had left for the day.

“So how the hell did Becky finally get that son of mine to commit to a wedding this June?”

“Oh, pretty much the same way I convinced you not to fire me as a, then, incompetent bookkeeper twenty some years ago.”

“I remember it fondly. You hadn’t married my foreman yet and were terrified of getting pregnant. And then, I, well, you…”

“Let’s see, I think I, ‘let you’ do something really nasty to me…well, not really let you, I’m pretty sure you forced me…”

“Uh, uh. Want to give it a go, for old time’s sake?”

“Oh shut up you old fart. Get that fat cock of yours up my butt…just like you’ve been doing every day for the last twenty some years.”

“If you insist.”

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A Pillow Chat

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My wife Angela and I had enjoyed almost twenty years of happy and contented marriage. We were compatible, enjoyed each other’s company, loved to travel together on sun vacations and were acceptably open with each other. Our sex life had been great and we had been faithful to each other, although we had never acknowledged that we had on occasion considered sex with someone else.

It was strange that ultimately the admission of erotic interest in others seemed to free us in all aspects of our life, while increasing our affection and closeness. The admissions took place in bed. It all just sort of happened. We socialized with other couples of our age, and little flirtations were common. I would guess that Angela received more interest from the men in our group than I did from the ladies, but there were a few who obviously considered me worthy of erotic thoughts.

We began to relate these flirtations as a form of foreplay. The admissions evolved into fantasies. ‘Who would you like to take to bed?’ ‘I let Rob rub his cock on me when we danced.’ ‘If I’m ever alone with Larry he’ll fuck me.’ ‘Sarah asked me to call her next week.’ ‘What if we swapped with Lou and Betty?’

Gradually the fantasies seemed to make the possibility of infidelity an acceptable option. This erotic chat occurred only during sex in bed and several years passed without any real action on our part.

I had become friends with a sales representative who visited our city several times a year. He and I just seemed to enjoy each other’s company. We often went out for dinner, and just as often ended up in a bar or pub. Brad was a real pussy hound. He was outgoing and friendly and seemed to feel that it was his duty to mount every woman that looked at him. And many women looked at him.

He related his conquests to me in great detail with his love of oral sex being a regular feature. I began to repeat his stories to Angela during our sex conversations. She became fascinated with Brad, although she only knew him through his stories.

Brad and I attended an annual industry convention. I told Angela one night that Brad had regularly offered me the services of a high end call girl at each convention, but that while curious I had never accepted his offer. She was on top of me at the time, my cock buried in her as we engaged in our verbal form of foreplay, and I sensed that the idea of me with another woman was turning her on. She immediately hooked her arms under my shoulders and began to screw me almost in desperation. She hissed, “Go for it next time, fuck one and tell me about it.” She hooked her legs between mine, using my resistance to spread-eagle and drive her clenching ass cheeks down and around my cock.

We lay there for a while. She turned on her side and leaned up over me, kissed me and whispered, “I meant that. I have been thinking of it ever since you first told me.”

I replied, “Baby, I am not sure that I could do it. Besides, you’re still horny and will change your mind by tomorrow.”

That seemed to be the end of it for several months until it became Convention time once more. Angela did not enjoy conventions and was not comfortable with being a ‘Convention wife.’ She had begged off joining me most years unless the convention city was of particular interest. She declined attending this year’s affair.

We went out for dinner at our favorite restaurant the night before I left. Our sex that night was intense and tender as if my week away from her would be our last. Angela raised the issue of the call girl once more. “Do it my love, I really want you to spend a night with another woman. Don’t ask me why, I don’t know. But the thought of you in the arms of a beautiful woman turns me on. And especially with someone that you will only meet one time.” This last stated with a guilty grin.

The next day as I prepared to leave for the airport, her last words before our good-bye kiss were, “Do it.”

I was cleared to go for what would turn out to be a glorious night of sex with a beautiful woman.

I had not informed Brad of our discussions to this point, and really all that I had decided was that if offered the opportunity once more, I would almost certainly accept. I had experienced sex a few times with ladies of the night prior to my marriage. Aside from it always being a pleasure to get off in a woman, the lack of tenderness and affection did not make it much more fulfilling than jerking off. At 18 to 20 years of age, one did it more to prove one’s manhood than anything else. However, Brad assured me that he would supply me with an unforgettable encounter, and he did.

Angela and I were in our bedroom the night that I returned from the convention. She was sitting in front of the bedroom vanity fixing her hair, ready to hear my story. She glanced my way and said, “Talk babe, tell me it all, I want everything, no detail left out.” I swear her gown parted on it’s own exposing one entire beautiful breast as she spoke.

I began my tale. “I was in Brad’s hospitality suite the second afternoon of the convention. escort bayan Brad approached me, put his hand on my shoulder and asked quietly, ‘Wanna get laid this time? We have some Grade A pussy available.’ He grinned at me, probably not expecting an affirmative reply.

I paused, this was it, and blurted out, ‘Sure, it’s time I tested out some of your best product.’ He gulped his drink in surprise. Damn, maybe he had been bullshitting me about nice ladies for customers. But no, he recovered quickly.

He said, ‘Great, I’m going to arrange for you to meet the most beautiful and sexiest woman in the world. She’s about 35 and married. She is not a regular and only takes customers when she feels like it. Her hubby is okay with it so you will not have to worry about someone pounding on the hotel room door. She is more of a courtesan than a call girl and really enjoys her work. This will be the experience of a life time, guaranteed.’

Angela spoke up. “Were you excited babe? God, I wouldn’t mind a crack at her myself.” She giggled self-consciously.

I said, “Oh yeah, I was excited. She sounded great and I was ready to meet her. My only reply to Brad was ‘when?'”

I continued, “Brad slapped my back and said, ‘give me a little while to set this up. Are you ready for later today?'”

Angela’s robe fell open as she turned towards me. Her tits were hanging out and her legs spread. “Were you hard baby? Was your mind already planning what you would do? Turn the blanket down, let me see if you’re hard now.”

I was sitting with my back against the headboard with a light sheet covering the lower half of my body. I pulled the sheet sideways. Angela’s legs spread wide, her pussy lips already glistening with moisture.

“You’re bad baby,” she moaned. “Is that for me, or for thoughts of your hot hooker? Never mind me, I’ll get mine later, tell me what happened next.”

“Brad gave me the keycard to a suite in a hotel several blocks away from the Convention Hotel. He showed me a photo of Stacy; she was very beautiful in a quiet way. I would never have taken her to be a call girl. He told me that she preferred to meet first in the hotel bar before going to the room. He said that the encounter was what the two of us would make it to be. Time was our own and that I would know whether she was available for more than one roll in the sack. He ended by saying, ‘Man, enjoy this, it is a one shot in a lifetime opportunity.’

I was nervous and returned to my own room to prepare myself for my adventure. I restricted myself to one glass of wine, despite the urge to drink the entire bottle. I shaved and showered and fussed over what I would wear. I put on a new pair of Joe Boxer’s for the occasion.”

Angela moved to sit beside me on the bed. She looked down at my hard cock but did not touch it. “Were you still hard? Did you get yourself off in the shower, like you do sometimes at home? You used to do that sometimes before you fucked me. You said it was to take the edge off and keep you from coming too quick.” She was teasing a bit, but she was not smiling and really wanted an answer.

“No babe, I decided to save it all for whatever would happen.”

“Did you think about me babe? I love it when you are horny, your hands burning to touch me, your cock throbbing to penetrate me,” Angela moaned, biting her lip as her fingertips drifted along my inner thigh.

There was really no suitable answer to that so I continued the story. “I was sitting at the bar when Stacy arrived. Heads turned as she spotted me and moved gracefully towards me in a manner that suggested we were old friends who had not seen each other for some time. She was of medium height, slender build with auburn hair. My eyes fastened on her pale blue eyes as she extended her hand for mine, and then she brushed my cheek with a kiss. She smelled like heaven. Large framed horn rimmed glasses suggested a teacher or librarian, not a hooker. She was gorgeous.

I stood, sort of fumbling with what to say to her other than, “Hello Stacy.” She nodded discreetly towards a booth and grasped my arm as we moved towards it while making it appear that it was my idea. A waiter was there immediately and I almost suggested that he close his mouth because he was gawking at her like a schoolboy. She was very gracious and ordered a Shirley Temple.

Angela said, “I’m jealous already. She sounds like a movie star. What was she wearing?”

I had barely thought about the clothes she was wearing, my mind was so intent on what was under them. But I replied, “She wore a white satin blouse, dark gray flared skirt, some sort of black net stockings and medium high heels. You could sense her body beneath the clothes and I had the impression that she was not wearing bra or panties. She was quite stunning.

I felt that she approved of me as she probed me with subtle questions obviously intended to relieve my unease. I began to relax and joined in the chat. I suddenly realized that her hand was covering mine, her eyes sort of sultry and inviting. She had made bursa merkez escort up her mind. ‘Do you have any wine in the suite? I think that I might like a glass.’ She slipped her fingers between mine until our palms were pressing tightly together. Sex was suddenly in the air.

I called for the bill, ordered a bottle of wine sent to the suite and attempted to look like a man of the world as I guided her out to the elevator. She held my arm as we walked, her breast rubbing my upper arm and chest, her hip bumping gently against mine.”

Angela was very hot now. She was still sitting on the edge of the bed but now she leaned over me, allowing her tits to brush my chest, while one hand felt my legs and balls. Her dark eyes burned into mine as she teased my lips with hers, her tongue tip tracing the outline of my mouth.

I was ready to fuck her and reached behind her to fondle her ass cheeks as she worked on me.

“Not yet baby,” she whispered, “keep talking, this is so hot, my pussy is soaking.”

Hardly words that might dissuade me, but I also found that it aroused me to relate my tale to my horny wife and so continued.

“Stacy surveyed the suite as if checking for bugs but I suspect that she was really giving me time to settle down. She stood by the window as I approached her with her wine. Ah man, she was beautiful. She was totally at ease and fully in control of events. We touched glasses, sipped some wine and she moved in closer, pressing her hips forward to feel my hardness, while applying a light lingering kiss.

Her eyes were hooded as she said, ‘this is all for your pleasure. Everything that I do will be for you. You can take me any way you want, use me, fuck any part of me. Or you can let me lead the way and explore your hidden thoughts and wishes.’

Her tongue slipped totally into my mouth, her soft lithe body pressed to mine as if they were molded. She pulled back to peer into my eyes for a response. This was very different from my last encounter with a lady of the night who had lay down, hiked her skirt up around her hips and held out her arms. It had been all over in about 4 minutes. If this was a modern day hooker, I had been missing something. I just whispered into her ear, ‘Lead the way.'”

Angela was squirming and panting with desire by now. She whispered with a husky voice, “Touch me now lover, I’m living every word, I’m your hooker.” Her robe was on the floor and she knelt with her knees each side of my legs, leaning into me with her arms braced on the headboard each side of my head, her tits hanging in front of me, her long nipples aching to be sucked.

I was having difficulty recalling the events of my night with Stacy but after rolling and squeezing my wife’s nipples I regained control of my mind and continued.

“Stacy set her wine glass down on a bedside table and began to undress me, slowly and deliberately. ‘Keep still,’ she murmured, ‘this is most fun, just let me do it.’ She knelt to remove my shoes, sliding her hand up under my pant legs, feeling my calf muscles, then tugged off each sock. She rose, giving the impression that she could not wait to continue. She unhooked my belt and slowly eased the zipper down. She knelt once more, I could feel her hair brush my legs as she removed my slacks and lay them carefully on a chair. I could feel her heat as she loosened my tie and pulled it off. Her fingers worked quickly and easily on my shirt buttons, loosening them and moving behind me to remove the shirt. The knob of my cock was trapped up under the band of my shorts.”

I paused in my tale now, lifted each of my wife’s tits, kissed and sucked each bursting nipple. She trembled at my touch. ‘Baby, keep talking.” I settled down, one loves to turn their partner on like this. The story became part of my seduction. I was getting equal response with my words as with my lips and fingers. I ran my hand between her legs, fingertips rubbing along each side of her swollen pussy lips.

“Stacy began to undress in front of me. Her pale blue eyes were electric with promise as she quickly unbuttoned her blouse and shrugged out of it. Her skirt slipped to the floor. I groaned at the sudden view of her strip of copper colored bush, framed by a gossamer garter belt and sheer stockings. I watched in fascination as she rolled the stockings to the floor, turning away from me as she pulled them off along with her heels. As she bent away from me, I could see her full pussy between her cheeks, lips swollen and moist.”

Angela cried out as I spoke, I slipped two fingers up into her pussy, she clutching against me as I fingered her. I whispered to her, “Do you want it now babe? This is crazy; I can finish the story another time. I want to fuck you now.”

My fingers slowed as Angela considered her options. She clutched and squeezed at my fingers with her pussy, then I felt her relax a bit and she said, ‘No, not now, I want more story now, better take your fingers out.’ This last said with an embarrassed giggle.

I reset once more, gürsu escort allowing my mind to return to my tryst with Stacy, the courtesan. “She was still turned away from me as she straightened and looking back over her shoulders she smiled, ‘take my bra off Jim, I love a man to do that for me.’ My hands were shaking as I approached her from behind. Actually I would have loved to feel her beautiful round ass cheeks first, but I was determined to follow orders, it had been a blast so far. I allowed my cock, still trapped in my shorts, to rub against the crease between her cheeks.

The bra was of the same flimsy material as the garter belt. I could see her dark nipples through the cloth as I viewed her in the mirror. The cups held her tits just right, sagging realistically for delightful viewing. The clasp released easily to my fumbling fingers and she turned her head as my hands slipped under her arms and cupped her tits, we kissed again as I found her nipples with my hot fingertips.”

Angela interrupted me again, groaning with desire, “Ah baby, my nipples are aching, suck them babe.” I lifted both tits up and rubbed the nipples together, teasing them with my tongue before sucking each one, much harder this time. Normally, when we got to this point in our lovemaking, it would be time for some cock in a pussy. And with one sign from Angela, that would have happened now. I felt her relax; she was determined to hear the entire story.

“Stacy took control once more. She moved to sit down on the side of the bed, pulling me to stand in front of her. She gazed lustily up at me as her hands ran up and down my legs and hips, seeming to ignore the bulge in my shorts. Then her fingertips pushed under the band and down to my ass cheeks. I could feel her fingernails scraping my skin as she grit her teeth as if trying to keep from digging her nails into my butt.

She pushed the shorts down, her hot palms caressing my ass. The knob of my cock popped out, swollen and purple with blood. She leaned ahead, her hair teasing my exposed cock. By the time my shorts were on the floor, her tongue was sliding up and down the bottom of my shaft. My knees weakened, I was close to getting off. She pulled her mouth back off as she sensed my pending release.

She said, ‘Stay calm Jim, there’s more to enjoy before I take you.’ The entire experience was earth shaking and I wanted more of it. I took a deep breath. She lifted my cock in one hand and used her other hand to stroke along the bottom of my shaft before softly grasping my balls. I moaned something like ‘Aahhhgg.’ She looked up at me again and smiled, “You are ready aren’t you, it is very tempting.’ She stood up and ordered me gently, ‘Lie down on your belly.'”

Angela chose this point in time to change her position. She sat on her butt facing me, and extended her legs forward under mine, scrunching her ass towards me as she leaned backward on her extended arms. She moved up until her pussy was within inches of my cock. We had fucked like this once, sipping wine in front of a fireplace on a bearskin rug. Despite the temptation, she had not yet touched my cock.

“Stacy moved over top of me, her hands braced on my shoulders, slowly lowering down until her tits brushed my back. She lay fully down on me and kissed and licked my body as she moved downwards. I felt her tits rubbing and squashing on my butt, her hot lips kissing and licking away on my lower back. She went lower nipping and kissing my cheeks, her tongue ran up the crack of my ass.”

Angela slipped closer to me, easing her pussy up against the base of my cock and balls. Her eyes were closed as she bit her lip and moaned. I could feel the hot pussy juices greasing my cock.

I continued, “Stacy rolled me to my back and lay down on me, her hot breath in my ears and neck, her tits crushed against my belly and her pussy rubbing and humping a thigh. She slid lower, kissed and licked my nipples, her lazy eyes peeking up at me to read my reaction. She sucked them. My stiff cock was crushed up along her belly, almost at her tits. She raised up a little, and began to tease my cock with her tits.”

Angela whimpered, “Baby, did she suck you? Where you close to getting off?” She reached ahead with one hand and pulled my knob down and rubbed it in her soaking hot pussy lips.

“Let me fuck you now babe,” I groaned. I wanted to drive my cock deeper into her than ever before. I reached down to clasp my hands on her ass, but she stiffened and resisted me.

“No, no, not yet,” she said, “Finish the story now. I want to hear it all.”

My heart was pounding, I knew that her resistance would not last very long if I decided to take her. But this was so exciting and I knew it would lead to an even more intense encounter later.

“Stacy could sense that I was in fair control and she moved my legs up over her shoulders with my cock jammed alongside her face and in her hair. She positioned it with her hands, God she had soft hands, like hot velvet gloves around my shaft. She licked the knob and kissed my balls before lifting her head up and lowering her mouth down around my cock. I grabbed her head, holding it steady as her tongue swirled around my cock before sliding her lips up and down. I began to tremble, my cock was pulsing so she pulled back off of me and lifted her body over mine.”

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A Train Car Named Desire Ch. 02

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Love at first sight, a married man meets the dream woman of his sexual fantasies on the commuter train to work.

Continued from Chapter 01:

Just eighteen years old, he was so very, sexually excited kissing Mary Elizabeth, his prom date. French kissing her, he felt her naked breasts and fingered her erect nipples. Then, after he fingered her pussy, she sucked his cock, allowed him to cum in her mouth, and swallowed. She was his first everything, his first kiss, his first French kiss, the first naked breasts he saw, felt, and sucked, and his first blowjob. He was beyond being sexually excited.

As sexually attracted to his mother as he was to her, aside from him not having sexual intercourse with his prom date, even so, with them doing everything else, technically, he was no longer a virgin. Now that he had sex with his mother’s much younger, look-alike, extrapolating his sexual lust for his prom date to his mother, he wondered what it would really be like to have sex with his mother. Having sex with Mary Elizabeth inspired him to masturbate more while imagining his mother naked and having sex with her.

Yet, hoping she’d be his steady girlfriend, even though he was happy that she was a whore, he was crushed that she was a whore. He no longer imagined marrying her. Now that Mary Elizabeth was out of the picture, refocusing on his mother again, he wondered if she’d have sex with him. In the way that he had his wicked, sexual way with Mary Elizabeth’s naked breasts and her naked pussy, he’d love to have his wicked, sexual way with his mother’s naked breasts and her naked pussy.

Yet, knowing that his mother would never have sex with him, he knew that having sex with his mother was nothing more than a sexual fantasy while masturbating himself. Nonetheless, in the way that Mary Elizabeth stroked him and sucked him, with both women looking so very much alike, it was easy to imagine his mother doing the same. He’d love to have his mother stroke him and suck him, too.

Continuing with his incestuous, sexual fantasy, he couldn’t help but wonder what it would feel like for his mother to stroke him and suck him. In the way that he ejaculated his cum in Mary Elizabeth’s mouth, he’d love to ejaculate his cum in his mother’s mouth. Now, he wondered how he could make his sexual fantasy his reality. He wondered how he could sexually seduce his mother.

Playing it all out in his horny mind, he imagined stroking his cock before entering his mother’s bedroom. He imagined having a huge erection that tented his pajamas when entering her room. When he entered his mother’s bedroom, he imagined his mother wearing a short, sexy, sheer, and a practically see-through nightgown with the hem of her nightgown raised nearly up to her crotch. He imagined seeing a glimpse of his mother’s red, trimmed, naked pussy as soon as he opened her door. He imagined staring at her naked pussy before making his presence known.

‘Mom,’ he imagined saying to his mother.

He imagined her putting her book down to look at him while giving him her full attention. Then, as if she was hypnotized by his erection and mesmerized by the sight of his huge cock tenting his pajama bottoms, he imagined watching her blue eyes go straight to his rigid, pajama clad cock. He imagined his mother staring at what she could discern of his erect cock through his pajama bottoms in the way that he stared at all that he could see of her nearly, naked breasts through her nightgown and at her naked pussy.

‘Yes, Matthew, what is it, Honey,’ he imagined his mother asking him?

In the way that she continued staring at his pajama clad erection, he continued staring at all that he could see of his mother’s exposed, naked pussy. Pussy for cock, wishing his cock would pop out of his pajama pee hole, he’d love to deliberately expose his naked, erect prick to his mother in the way that she was unintentionally exposing her naked pussy to him. Now, that he was seeing her red pussy, her pussy mound, her pussy slit, and her camel toe, he’d love to finger her pussy while licking her pussy before fucking her red cunt.

‘I had a really bad nightmare, Mom,” he said pausing as if afraid to ask her his question while trying to look frightened. “Sorry for putting you in an awkward spot, but may I sleep with you tonight?’

Taking unprecedented boldness for an 18-year-old, young man to ask his 39-year-old mother if he could sleep with her, yet, sleeping with her in her bed was the first step in sexually seducing her. He’d love nothing better than to press his pajama clad body against her nightgown clad body. Fuck the pajamas. He’d rather sleep with her in the nude. He imagined his mother smiling while nodding her head and pulling down the blanket on his side of the bed as he removed his t-shirt and pajama bottoms. He imagined stripping himself naked.

‘Matthew,’ he imagined his mother saying while staring at his erect, naked prick with her eyes bugging out of her head. ‘What are eskort görükle you doing? Why are you naked? We’re only sleeping together. We’re not having sex,’ he imagined her looking a little disappointed by saying that they’re not having sex.

He laughed a nervous, little laugh while lying to his mother.

‘I always sleep in the nude, Mother,’ he imagined saying while climbing in bed next to her. ‘I thought you knew that.’

He imagined his mother looking as shocked that her son was naked as much as she seemed sexually aroused that he was climbing in bed with her without his clothes. She turned her back to him when he climbed in bed with her and allowed him to move closer to her. He moved close enough to feel the warmth of her sexy, motherly body. Moving closer still, now with his naked cock pressed tightly against her nightgown clad ass, he imagined holding her, hugging her, cuddling her, spooning her, and dry humping her firm and shapely, nightgown clad ass.

Then, not wanting to miss this opportunity should it never happen again, he put his arm around her waist just beneath her big breasts. With her nightgown clad breasts resting on his forearm, he held her, hugged her, cuddled her, spooned her, and dry humped his mother. His plan was that as soon as she fell asleep, that he’d cup her big tits through her nightgown in the palm of his hand and feel her big breasts through her thin nightgown.

During the night, while she lay sleeping, he imagined stealthily raising her nightgown to her waist to expose her naked ass and the back of her naked, glistening, wet pussy. Then, while still feeling his mother’s big tits, he imagined fingering her erect nipples through her nightgown as she slept. Going where no son should go with his mother, humping her, he imagined sliding his erect, naked prick in his mother’s naked pussy from behind. Once he was securely inside of her, not caring if he awakened her, he imagined humping her harder and faster while fucking her deeper from behind.

‘David! Oh, my God, David,’ he imagined his mother awakening. ‘What are you doing? This is wrong. This is so wrong. You can’t have sex with your mother. That’s incest. It’s wrong for you to fuck me,’ he imagined her saying while squirming and wiggling her shapely ass and allowing his cock to slide deeper inside of her naked pussy.

Not stopping him by pulling away from him, she allowed him to continue to fuck her. Not even slapping his horny hand away, she allowed him to have his wicked, sexual way with her nightgown clad breasts. While he humped her harder, faster, and deeper, she allowed him to pull, turn, and twist her erect nipples through her nightgown. Then, when he stuck his hand down her nightgown top, she allowed him to fondle and feel her naked breasts.

Not allowing her son to have all the fun, he imagined his mother taking his erect prick in her hand before taking it in her mouth. While she stared up at him with her blue eyes, he imagined her stroking him. Then, he imagined her lowering herself halfway down the bed to take him in her mouth. Even though this incestuous scenario was all imagined, as if it had already happened, it seemed so real. When he finally ejaculated while masturbating himself, he imagined cumming in his mother’s mouth and her swallowing his cum.

‘I love you, Mom,’ he imagined saying while stroking the side of her face and running his fingers through her lush red hair, while she wiped droplets of his cum from her chin.

# # #

Yet, even more than having imagined sex with his mother, the piece de la résistance was having his wicked, sexual way with Mary Elizabeth armpits. He’d never forget his prom date’s beautiful and sexy armpits. When she raised her arms to fix her hair in his rearview mirror, he couldn’t help himself. As if he was sexually violating her pussy instead of her armpits, he was determined to have his wicked, sexual way with her beautiful and sexy armpits first with his finger and then with his tongue. Not stopping there, he hoped she’d allow him to fuck her armpits with his cock.

As if she was a wicked whore instead his first love, unknowingly and unintentionally, sexually teasing him, she had flashed him her naked armpits. Such a shame that she was such a whore because she had beautiful armpits. Yet, whatever he thought about her, with her a confessed cocksucker, she didn’t reach his high, albeit convoluted, moral standards of a wife and a sexual partner for life. Nonetheless, he couldn’t help himself from touching her armpit, fingering her armpit, sniffing her armpit, and licking her armpit.

Now, with Mary Elizabeth out of the picture, he wondered again if his mother would have incestuous sex with him. In the way that he saw and felt his prom date’s naked breasts, he’d love to see and feel his mother’s naked breasts. In the way that he masturbated her, he’d love to masturbate his mother. In the way that she stroked him, sucked him, and allowed him to cum in her mouth, kestel escort he’d love his mother to stroke him, suck him, and allow him to cum in her mouth.

In the way that he felt, fingered, licked, and sniffed Mary Elizabeth armpits, he’d love to have his sexual way with his mother’s armpits too. What’s wrong with that? They were just armpits. He didn’t see anything wrong with sexually playing with his mother’s armpits. Others have done far worse when tossing someone’s salad by licking their ass or licking their feet and sucking their toes.

Chapter 02:

For nearly the next, twenty-years of his life, as if he was Cervantes’ Don Quixote searching for his Dulcinea, surely, there had to be a woman who loved having her armpits fingered, sniffed, licked, and fucked. In a world gone mad with everything sex and money, surely, he can’t be the only one who’s into armpits. There must be a woman who shares his sexual fascination for having her armpits adored. What’s the big deal? It’s just an armpit. It isn’t as if he’s eating a woman’s pussy or licking a woman’s ass.

‘It’s an armpit. It’s just an armpit,’ thought David. ‘What’s the big deal?’

Searching for a woman who shared his kink for armpits, unable to find her, Matthew settled for a woman who wasn’t ticklish or turned off by his sexual fascination with armpits. With Matthew’s search finally over, in the way that Don Quixote found his Dulcinea, Matthew married his wife, a woman who reluctantly allowed him to have his wicked, sexual fun with her hairy armpits and shaved armpits. Of course, preferring shaved armpits to hairy armpits, armpits weren’t all that he cared about. Armpits added another, erotic dimension to his sexual excitement and to his highest admiration of the female body.

In all the years he had searched for his dream woman with Internet dating sites, blind dating, and meeting women in bars, it figured that he’d find the woman he was searching for after he was married. With all the women he had dated and had meaningless sex with while sexually fantasizing about his perfect, armpit woman, it figured that he’d find the one that he had searched to find when he was no longer looking. Alas, now that he was married, if he tried to sexually seduce his dream woman, he’d be cheating on his wife and be deemed a cheater and a cad.

Yet, when seeing her in the flesh on the commuter car, he lost all control of his remaining reservations about cheating and his loyalty to the faithfulness to his wife. When hearing her talk and laugh, and watching her smile, he forgot the vows of his marriage. Unable to talk, as if seeing a windmill for the first time, all he could do was stare. Looking a bit like Charlize Theron but with much bigger tits, and much more beautiful, by far, than his wife, she was the most beautiful creature that he had ever seen in his life.

‘She’s the one. She’s my dream, fantasy woman. I can’t believe I finally found her on, of all places, a commuter train to work,’ he thought.

Without knowing anything about her, without even knowing her name, he wanted this woman more than any woman he had ever wanted in his life. Love at first sight, he imagined marrying her. If he wasn’t already married, without knowing anything about her, he’d ask her to marry him. If he wasn’t already married, he’d run away with her to Tahiti, to Bali, or to Kansas City, Kansas, the city with the cheapest cost of living in the United States. If he wasn’t already married, he’d give her his baby.

‘Matthew, do you take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife,’ he imagined the priest asking him?

He looked at the priest before looking at her.

‘Wait,’ he imagined saying while turning to look at the woman that he met on the commuter train standing beside him in her wedding gown and holding a bouquet of roses. ‘I don’t even know her name. Before I marry you, I need to know your name. What’s your name?’

What’s in a name? Nothing, especially if he didn’t know her name. He needed to know her name. He needed to know her name when telling his friends and family about her. He needed to know what to call her when he as dreaming of her naked and her having sex with him. He imagined her name being Abigail, Aurora, Bella, Caroline, Crystal, Donatella, Eva, Felicia, Gemma, Heather, Laurel, Meadow, Olivia, Sophia, or Tiffany.

“Susan,” she said surprising him.

‘Susan,’ he thought? ‘Somehow Sue doesn’t go with the beautiful image of her. Susan,’ he thought while imagining kissing her. ‘Susan,’ he thought while imagining stripping her naked and having sex with her. ‘Susan,’ he thought when telling her that he loved her.

“I love you, Susan.”

# # #

In all the years since Mary Elizabeth, searching for his sexual fantasy woman, never did he imagine that he’d have sex with a woman he met on a commuter train without even knowing her name. Believing that only happened in the movies or when with a prostitute, what bursa sınırsız escort animals don’t exchange names before stripping themselves naked and having sex? Yet, here he was ready to kiss her and have sex with her without so much as knowing her name. Other than she was tall, blonde, and had an exquisite arm and armpit, having not even seen her face, he knew nothing else about her.

Even after seeing her standing in the distance, on the other end of the commuter car, never did he imagine kissing her, French kissing her, while touching her and feeling her everywhere through her clothes. Something that he’d never do, never did he imagine that he’d reach beneath her short sundress and cup her pussy through her panties before sticking his horny hand down the front of her panties. Taking two, like-minded individuals to commit such sexual debauchery, never did he imagine that a woman he didn’t know and had just met would allow him to masturbate her.

Shocking him and sexually exciting him, never did he imagine that a woman he didn’t know would move to her knees on the train platform and blow him while allowing him to feel her naked breasts and finger her erect nipples. What kind of woman who didn’t even know his name would allow him to cum in her mouth? If that wasn’t enough, too good to be true, what woman that he had just met would allow him to ejaculate his cum all over her face, in her hair, and across her naked breasts while fingering her armpits?

‘This is the woman that I’ve been looking to find all of my life. I love this woman,’ he thought.

# # #

‘Dear Diary,

A man was staring at me on the commuter car on my way to work today,’ wrote Susan. ‘What else is new? Men always stare at me. You’d think they never saw a tall, pretty blonde with long legs, big tits, and a shapely ass before.’

While remembering and recording the events of her day in her diary, she continued writing.

‘Sometimes, depending on the man who’s staring, admittedly, part of the exhibitionist whore that I am, I like being stared at. Yet, most times, undressing me with their eyes, especially in the way that they stare at me as if I’m already naked, I feel so violated. As if I’m their whore for the taking, they make me feel naked. They make me feel dirty. While they stare at the big impressions of my tits and the shapely roundness of my ass through my clothes, they make me feel like a thing instead of a person and a sexual object instead of a woman.’

“What’s wrong with them for staring? How dare they? Who do they think they are by invading my privacy and making me feel uncomfortable with their stares, leers, and lustful looks? Are all men perverted, sexual predators?”

In just the course of one day, while thinking of all the men who sexually violated her by staring at her and leering at her, she continued writing her private thoughts in her diary.

‘Only, this time was different,’ she wrote. ‘Instead of undressing me with his stare, he stared at my naked arm. I’ve had plenty of men staring at my ass through my clothes, but never at my naked arm. I’ve had plenty of men staring at my breasts through my clothes, but never has any man stared at my naked underarm. With my arm raised while holding onto the train strap, it was so weird that he stared at my exposed armpit.’

With mixed feelings of uncomfortableness and sexual arousal, she thought of the man at the other end of the commuter car staring at her armpit.

# # #

‘Understandably, with me being so tall, much taller than all of my classmates in grade school, I’m accustomed to being somewhat of a circus oddity,’ wrote Susan in her diary. ‘With most women 5’4″ tall and a few inches taller in heels, a carbon copy of my mother, the same height as Charlize Theron and Taylor Swift, I’m 5’10” in my stocking feet. When wearing heels and my hair coiffed higher, I’m in the height range of Gwendoline Christie, who played Brienne of Tarth, in the Games of Thrones.’

With them all mostly short, aggressive men, she recalled all the men who were sexually attracted to her and who dated her.

‘With Gwendoline 6’3″ tall in her stocking feet, and 6’8″ tall when wearing heels with a coiffed hairdo, intimidating to most men, especially to shorter men, I’m 6’3″ tall with heels and with a coiffed hairdo,’ she wrote. ‘Although, seemingly, as if I’m their wet dream, fantasy woman, surprisingly, while making my point, I receive more attention from shorter men than I do from taller men. I guess there’s something sexually arousing about a short man bedding a tall woman. Oddly and conversely enough, as if they’re keen to dominate them, many times, taller men are sexually attracted to much shorter women.’

She thought of some of the average men who were sexually attracted to a beautiful woman. In the way of beauty and the beast, so very many good-looking women are attracted to homely, rock stars. Guys are lucky that most women don’t care about what a man looks like on the outside. Their love connection is more about who he is on the inside. Whereas men want a supermodel with big tits, it’s more important to women to be with someone kind, loving, caring, understanding, and a good provider than to be with a GQ cover model with a big dick.

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A Night of Slow Teasing

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This is my first submission to Literotica. This story was originally written for my partner during time apart. I did consider re-writing it to fit the more standard format, but decided to submit as was written. I may edit and post other stories in the coming months.

Hope you enjoy, we enjoyed this as a couple during those times apart.

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We arrived back home after a relaxing day walking along the beach and rainforest. I went to the kitchen to make a drink as you walked out onto the balcony, the sun was just setting and there was an orange glow to the sky. You took in the colours and sounds on the wildlife as I walked up behind you and kissed you gently, whilst placing your gin on the bench top. My arms circled your waist, hands coming together at your belly; you reached down and held them as I pulled close up behind you, my head over your shoulder and my face next to yours. You turned slightly and smiled, we kissed, relaxed and squeezed tightly and kissed again. You could feel the warmth of my body as I pulled you back against me. My hands moved slowly up your body and held on to your shoulders. Kissing again, more kisses trailing from your neck and around your ears. Sipping your drink, savouring the taste of the gin and the feel of my arms circling and holding you close. I sipped from your glass to as we shared the one drink.

The sun disappeared quickly and we moved inside to the warmth of the house. Moving to the en-suite, I prepared the spa and started to fill it full of water. Following me into the bedroom, you laid back on the bed, talking to me as I got everything ready. I asked you to stand and you shifted to the edge of the bed. My hands held the bottom of your top as I slowly lifted it over your head, starting to undress you. We kissed and my hands rubbed and caressed your back, fingers tracing a line from your back along your sides and down over your belly. You pulled back with jerking, as my fingers tickled by your belly button. Next I slowly unzipped your trousers and pulled them down with me as I smoothly knelt down by your feet, stepping out of them, you looking amazing as ever in your matching black bra and knickers. We kissed once more and you sat back on the bed, I laid you down turning you so that you lay fully and comfortably stretched out across the bed. I laid down beside you, propped up on my left arm so that I could reach your entire body with my right and touch and stroke any area I wished.

You knew my touch well and I also knew your body, how you like to be touched, kissed, stroked and caressed. I leant forward to kiss you fully on the lips. Our lips parted and our tongues met, I loved the taste of you, loved to feel your tongue against mine and your soft lips on my mouth. My hand was now touching your bare skin, along the underside of your arm, down along your sides, once again across your belly and up over your breasts and bra. My fingers traced the outline of the material, occasionally running over the top, just touching your nipples, which I could feel were hardening beneath your bra. You moved your hands to me, but I wanted you to relax, not be distracted by trying to touch me. I wanted you to know this evening was about you receiving pleasure. Moving your hands away and I lifted them above your head, holding them gently in my left hand and continued to let my right trace over your gorgeous body. My hand left your breasts and continued down over your belly and towards your underwear. Once again I followed the line of the material, across your belly down your side, around your thighs and between your legs. You sighed and parted you legs slightly, allowing my fingers to trace down across to your other thigh and back around you leg. The touch was teasing you, but you also knew I wanted you to be teased and would make this last a long time.

All the fingers on my hand traced over your belly once more and up to your waiting breasts. Just one finger moved up around the seam and under the material. It gently flicked past your nipple, just the slightest touch, but you knew it was deliberate. I lifted you slightly, kissed you again and released you bra. Lifting it off your arms I could see your beautiful breasts and very hard nipples. God, I love teasing you, touching you, giving you pleasure, taking my time and watching your body flinch and react as I deliberately caressed some and avoided other areas. My fingers stroked around your nipples and breasts feeling your skin, feeling ever bump, but never touching the nipple itself. I alternately cupped your breasts in my hand, squeezing them gently as I kissed you again. As our lips met, just gently brushing against each other, tongues flicking lightly, just the barest of touches against each other. I had to break the kiss, I also wanted you so badly, but had to restrain myself, just to tease you. My lips and tongue moved down your body to your waiting breasts. My tongue followed the path my fingers had previously taken, licking gently around your breasts and nipples, but never actually touching them. I blew gently, you could feel my eskort bursa warm breath over your nipples as they ached for my touch. I ran my nails once more around them and then up over your hard erect nipple. You moaned with pleasure as I gently rubbed your nipple between my finger and thumb. I knew your moan was partly pleasure, but also a sign to let me know how good it felt, let me know you wanted me to continue. I wanted more, so desperate to take things slowly, but also to have your body, to experience every feeling with you leaning forward closing my mouth over your breast, my teeth took your left nipple and bit gently, your right nipple stills held in my hand, whilst I continued to squeeze and massage your breast.

This touching of you, teasing you, caressing you had made me excited as it always did. I wanted to touch ever part of your body, I wanted to make love to you right there. Teasing you always drives me wild, but I knew I had to wait. I let myself touch you more though, I wanted to feel the rest of your body. I lifted my head and returned to kissing your lips, but now my hand moved back down your body and to your waiting pussy. I traced the line around your underwear again. I could feel the gap between your knickers and your tight stomach. My finger explored this area just stroking beneath the elastic, feeling your hair and your nakedness beneath your sexy tight underwear. I wanted to force my hand down, explore between your thighs, stroke along your lips, but I stopped, I didn’t touch anywhere except the top of your trimmed hair and then removed my hand, stroking along your belly.

I ran my fingers along the outside of your knickers, tracing a line from your belly button down, over your lips and between your thighs. I could feel how wet and excited you were as you parted your legs more to allow me to continue exploring. From your thighs, my fingers caressed between you legs and then with more pressure traced over your lips and along your pussy. You lifted your hips to meet my probing finger, I could feel your underwear getting wetter as my finger caressed and explored your gorgeous wetness through the material. Moving between your legs I bent down and kissed you. You could again feel my warm breath through the material against your skin. My tongue licked gently and my hands caressed your body, held your bum and stroked your breast and nipples again.

Grabbing your knickers I pulled them down your thighs, lifting your body you let me remove them. I leant forward to kiss you, the contrast of my body fully clothed pressing against your nakedness. I wanted to feel our naked bodies pressing together, but by now I knew the water was almost overflowing and we had to move into the spa…..

One more gentle kiss on your lips and then I left you laying on the bed, sure enough the spa was full, a perfect temperature and ready for our enjoyment. Lighting the candles I turned off the lights and returned to the bedroom. I helped you up off the bed and led you to the waters edge. You slid in quickly soaking in the bubbling water up to your neck. As you laid back I removed my top pulling it off my head. You watched as I slowly undressed in front of you. My jeans next, the belt then the buttons they dropped to the floor and I stepped out of them dressed in only my shorts. My erection was clearly visible I was excited and hard. I bent down pushed my shorts to the floor and then stepped into the spa facing you.

Sitting back you lifted your legs onto mine with your feet in my lap. I held and gently massaged them, rubbing each toe in turn, squeezing and massaging each one as though it was your erect nipple. I lifted your foot from the water and sucked gently on your toes whilst massaging your entire foot with my hand. I looked into your eyes and could see the pleasure you were receiving. You enjoyed the attention I was giving to your feet. Strangely as I kissed and sucked your toes it gave the same feeling to my penis. I could feel it throbbing in the water as though it was your mouth on me, gently sucking me as you held and caressed my balls. The more I teased and pleased you, the more turned on I got. Lifting your other foot I continued to kiss each toe in turn. I had to explore more, I was loosing my self control, my hands caressed each of your legs in turn, starting at your feet and ankles and working up to your calf and knees. I stroked and rubbed the back of your knee and caressed further up your thigh for as far as I could reach.

I was so hard and excited and I wanted to touch you more, but at the position we were in this wasn’t possible. I had to pull you around and helped you to move so that you were now sitting on the same side of the spa as me, in front of me with your back to my chest. Sitting up high I let you sink lower in the water. Like this I was able to caress your body, starting by massaging your head, fingers caressing your neck and behind your ears. I could feel you loosing up in the water, relaxing enjoying the sensation. Moving up through your hair my fingers massaged your head, working bursa yabancı escort slowly and deliberately, touching every part of your scalp. My penis was hard and erect and was resting against your back, but hopefully not too uncomfortable. You seemed ok though, relaxed, with your hands just rested along the side of the spa as you took all the attention I could give.

Closing your eyes, your breathing slowed, you were getting very relaxed. This changed slightly though as my hands moved away from your head and down onto your breasts. I could hold them perfectly at this angle and took great pleasure in holding them and gently massaging them, squeezing in time with your breathing. I caught your nipples between my thumb and finger and rubbed, stroked and teased them until they were hard and erect again. Your breathing got heavier and deeper, still relaxed but now more aroused. I could feel your hands rubbing my legs, running along my skin, feeling me close to you. Lifting you slightly so that you were higher up my body, I was now pressed hard next to your bottom. With my left hand I continued to caress your breasts as my right moved down between your legs. Kissing your neck, shoulders, ears and everywhere in reach as my hand moved closer to your wetness. Even through the warmth and water of the spa I could still feel how hot and wet you were.

As my hand reached down between your legs I held it against your body covered your hair and lips, I wanted to hold you, feel you, feel next to you. You moved against my hand, urging me to touch and explore more. I wanted to take my time and enjoy holding my hand on your body, but you wanted more. Your hand moved down to mine and guided my fingers to where you wanted them. You pressed my fingers down onto your lips and finally inside of you. You held my hand and controlled the speed I moved, the depth and how my fingers touched you. Your other hand moved to your breast also and now each of your nipples was caressed and two hands worked on your pussy. As my fingers slid between your lips your fingers now caressed and rubbed your clitoris.

This whole sensation was driving me wild. I couldn’t take it anymore and had to have you right now. Just for a second my hands left your breasts and lips and I lifted you up out of the water, just a little, but enough that when I lowered you down you were now sitting on me and I slid deep into you. You were very wet and I was very hard, it was a perfect match. You could feel as I slid into you, the head of my penis pressing past your lips, sliding deep inside. My full length pressed up inside your body, my balls close between your thighs. Although wet I could also feel your tightness and I could feel myself throbbing hard inside of you.

My left hand moved back to your breast, my right to your clitoris, rubbing around and between your lips. Your hand moved down and rubbed around my balls along the length of my penis as it slid in and out and also guided my hands and fingers. We didn’t move much, just a gentle rocking motion and you ground your body down onto mine.

I could feel I was getting closer to coming, you had made me so excited, but I wanted to feel you come with me. The combination of hands on your breasts and my fingers on your clitoris, along with my hard on, deep inside you was also bringing you closer. I caressed you more, kissed, stroked, rubbed and could finally tell you were about to come. I couldn’t hold back and with one final thrust felt the release as my balls tightened and my penis throbbed. At the same time I could feel your whole body tighten and start to shake. Your orgasm built and you tensed as the sensation took over your body. This was the moment for me and I came deep inside of you, shaking myself as every muscle in my body tightened and released.

Holding you in my arms, you laid back against me your body pressed against mine and your hands holding mine as we both relaxed and recovered from our first of many shags and orgasms of the night.

From where we sat, we could reach the wine bottle and glasses. I poured us a drink and we sipped the cold white wine as we relaxed further in the spa. Laying back you closed your eyes, enjoying the sensation of being held in my arms and the spa bubbling around your body. Holding the soap in my hand I gently washed you, my hands sliding over your skin, touching your whole body. They slid easily over your smooth skin through the water and over every inch of you.

For the first time you listened to the soft music playing in the background and stretched out relaxing more, enjoying the sensation of being in the spa. My hands held your breasts, but did not tease or torment you any more; I just wanted to hold you tight. Many minutes passed and finally we stepped out of the spa into the warm breeze flowing though the bedroom. I dried you gently with your towel, starting at your face and neck, then moving down to your shoulders, arms, chest and onto your legs. Kneeling in front of you I could dry your feet and all the way bursa merkez escort up to your thighs, finally rubbing dry your gorgeous bottom and gently drying your thighs and between your legs. Leading you back to the bedroom I laid you down on the bed, quickly dried myself as you watched and then once again laid beside your naked body.

Kissing again, slowly, passionately, our tongues twisting and reaching for each other, I held your face and pulled you close to me, your hands ran through my hair holding me close to you. After so many weeks of wanting you, desiring you, waiting to be with you again, I had to taste you again.

Our kissing stopped and I pulled away, lifting my body I moved between your legs. You parted them and I knelt, with my hands on your thighs and gazed at your beautiful and sexy body. I had missed seeing you and enjoyed looking at your every curve. My fingers slowly traced a line around your thighs, up around your hair and down between your legs. I loved the feel of you and you liked my touch, raising your hips to meet my fingers. I moved down, my knees moving towards your feet and my chest at your knees. I could now kiss between your legs placed my mouth onto your lips. Just one kiss to start and then I let my tongue trace a line around your thighs, down towards your cheeks and then back up gently into your pussy. As I parted your lips you once again raised your hips to feel my tongue inside of you. Now with my hands holding your bottom, I could explore you more and kiss and lick your clitoris. I wanted to touch every part of your body and kiss and suck everywhere to please you, my fingers holding your bottom, spreading your cheeks, lifting you now to allow my tongue to enter you further.

As I savoured the taste of you, your hands moved down, holding my head, guiding me, showing me where you want me to kiss and caress. I looked up to see your eyes closed, your head back, your mouth open and your lips tight as you enjoyed everything I do to you. Your breathing deepened and I could feel as you moved your body against me in time with my gentle licking. My hand moved up your body and onto your breasts, I held them gently and rubbed your nipples through my fingers. Letting go of your bum, my right hand moved around your thighs and once again between your lips. The tip of my finger, pressed gently, stroking and caressing as I continued to lick at your clitoris.

As your body moved and rose to my kissing, my finger slowly moved inside of you, each time you lifted your hips to meet my tongue, my finger slid in a little further. Pressing my thumb between your cheeks I softly rubbed and caressed towards your bottom, creating sensations strange for you, but enjoyable. My second finger moved to join my first and now I was teasing you more. Rotating my hand I could now kiss and lick all over and stimulate you differently. I knew you enjoy it as you thrust more towards me telling me how good it feels with the movement of your body. I wanted you to come again; I wanted to make you come with my tongue and fingers, now trying to caress you harder and faster. My tongue alternated between your lips and onto your clitoris. My fingers pressed harder deeper inside. My other hand still caressed your breast squeezing your nipples. Your body moved to me. Your hips rose up to my face. Your hands holding my head pulling me tight in. I knew you are close and do all I can to make you orgasm. Suddenly your thighs clenched tight, your legs stretch and body tensed. My tongue pressed hard against your clitoris as you started to come. I could feel your fingers digging into my head and you cry out loudly. Your body shakes, tenses more for a few seconds and then you relax and collapse, your whole body exhausted and loose.

Gently I removed my hands from your body and rose slightly to hold you close and pull you into me. You opened your eyes to look at me and see me smiling, happy and pleased we can spend the night together again….

We lay cuddling, holding each other, our bodies touching and feeling the heat of each other so close, your head next to mine resting on my shoulder, your arm laying across my chest. I listened to your breathing get slower and smile as I realise you are falling asleep next to me. It makes me very happy to feel you this close, and I smile to myself as I also close my eyes and felt myself drifting off to sleep with you…

It was dark outside when I woke, I didn’t know the time, have no idea how long we had slept, but I knew how I was being woken. I could feel your hand running over my body, your fingers circling my nipples and then down over my thighs and between my legs. You deliberately drew patterns around my balls tracing the outline of my penis, but made no actual contact. I opened my eyes to see you looking at me smiling. You laid on your side, your head resting on your left hand as your right hand teased over my body. I had felt these touches for a while and thought it was part of my dream, but now as I became more awake I realised this is real. My penis was hard, my body aching already. I love your touch and want to feel you touching me more, wanted to feel your hand on me holding me, rubbing me, masturbating me. Lifting my hips I tried to make contact with your hand, to let you know what I want, but you just moved your hand away and back up to my chest.

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A Replacement for Susan Ch. 03

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Just as Mary dropped her bomb shell, I got a text from Diane asking if I could meet her at the café next to the conservatoire where she attends an evening class. I’ve got to say it was a case of perfect timing as something about the way Mrs Summers had made her magnanimous offer had set alarm bells ringing in my head. I was actually glad for a chance to figure out what they meant. Mrs Summers asked for my assurances that our conversation would remain private and I readily gave them to her.

As I drove across town to meet Diane, I obviously thought of little else but what she had said. I went over our conversation several times and in the end could only conclude that it was what it seemed; Diane’s mother wanted me to use her as my fuck toy! Wrap it up anyway you like, that was what it added up to.

Diane seemed a little down when I eventually found her. The reason surprise surprise was her mother who’d given her the third degree about me.

‘You’d think I was a child the way she interrogated me this morning!’

‘What kind of things did she ask?’

‘Had you asked me to do anything I wasn’t comfortable with. Have you offered me drugs. And worst of all… no I can’t say!’

‘That bad!’ What did you tell her?’

‘At first I was determined to ignore her but in the end I gave her a blow by blow account of what we did the other night. I’m really sorry. I lost it with her and I hope you’ll forgive me.’

‘There’s nothing to forgive. How were you getting home?’

‘Mom was supposed to pick me up but I told her you might…?

‘Sure but not straight home.’ I said and she smiled with me.

We walked out to my car and drove to a quiet spot I know and had sex. I guess when you put it like that it sounds sordid but we actually did just have sex, pure and simple. One minute we were kissing, the next she was on my lap bouncing away like a woman possessed. It was as much as I could do to get a condom on. Afterwards I asked if she had needed that but she declined to answer!

We chatted as we came back to earth and on the drive back to her house. Diane apologised again for telling her mother about me and promised to make it up to me soon. When I quizzed her what that meant she only smiled and said I had wait and see. By then it was getting late so I made my way home.

The next morning my mother was waiting for me when I came into our kitchen.

‘Paul I may have said a few things to Diane’s bursa eskort mother last night which I realise I shouldn’t have. I hope it doesn’t make any waves for you and Diane.’

‘No real harm done.’ I reassured her.

‘What do you mean? Has Mary said something to you?’

‘She asked me to go over last night and we had, a chat.’ I told her.

‘A chat? Something in the way you said that meant it was something more.’

‘It was. Mrs Summers was a little concerned that I might corrupt her innocent daughter, I’m not at liberty to say more.’

‘But you’re still seeing Diane?’

‘Yes we’re still seeing each other.’

‘I’m so relieved, but now I’m wondering what else Mary said to you.’

‘Mom, you really don’t want to know.’ I said as a way of ending the conversation, but I figured she wouldn’t rest until she knew.

After I’d had something to eat I headed over to my friend Simon’s. True I’d been sworn to secrecy but as Bono says, ‘A secret is something you tell one other person!’ and I needed to hear his opinion about what Mary had said. True to form he reckoned it was a no brainer, his exact words were.

‘Fuck her any which way you can and then think of new ways to do it!’

There then followed a lively debate about the merits of the different ways we could actually think of, we even put in a search on Google which turned up a few we hadn’t!

By lunch time I was texting Anna to see if she was free. Unfortunately she wasn’t, but I had better luck with Diane who text back that her mother would be out all afternoon. I said I’d be there about one and told her to wear as little as possible.

I’d been at Diane’s less than two minutes before she was naked and I’d tied her hands behind her back using my belt. With remarkable intuition she began to beg me not to hurt her. As I roughly rubbed her pussy with the side of my hand she continued to plead with me. Something I found to be an incredible turn on! As I rubber her with one hand I pinched and pulled at her right nipple with the other whilst nibbling the left nipple with my teeth. Her orgasm when it came was explosive. By the end of it she could hardly stand. I picked her up easily in my arms and laid her face down on one of their sofas. As she lay still, getting her breath back I slipped out of my things, rolled a condom on and buried my shaft into her soaking vagina.

After I came I undid her wrists and lay down beside her. bursa otele gelen escort Diane started to talk about her mother again, somehow she knew Mary had asked me to come and see her yesterday evening. I quickly figured out that she must have got her hands on her mother’s phone. Like mother like daughter as they say. There was no point in denying anything so when Diane asked why I’d been summonsed me I had no hesitation in telling her. I even told her about Susan and how I’d led my mother to believe she was practically in league with the devil.

Diane wasn’t shocked in the slightest by what I told her. Actually I was more surprised when she told me I should take her up on the offer.

‘Pardon me?’

‘Take her up on her offer, unless you still want to carry on seeing Susan.’

‘Susan and I have split up, she actually living with someone now.’

‘Do you have any plans to drag me off to a tattoo parlour or of making me have my nipples pierced?’

‘None of the above.’ I told her.

‘In that case I’d take it as a personal favour if you’d except her offer and maybe even take her down a peg or two. It’ll keep her off my back if nothing else, especially when she finds out I know about it.’

Wow! What is it with the women in my life these days; maybe there was something in the water. Just as I was about to tell her that I would do as she asked she came up another incentive.

‘You know I said I’d make it up to you, about telling my mom? Well I worked out what I’m going to do and believe me, you will enjoy it. But maybe I should wait until you’ve sorted my mother out before letting you in on the secret.’

I smilled as I dug out my phone to write a text to Mary.

‘Mary, are you free later?’

A few moments later Diane’s phone chirped. It was a text from her mother.

‘Do you still need a lift to your class this evening?’

Diane kissed me deeply before replying that she did but wouldn’t need a lift back. Mary text me a few minutes later to say she was free this evening at eight.

‘Dad usually plays cards with his cronies tonight so you’ll have her all to yourself for two hours. What do you plan on doing?’ Diane asked as she reached for my semi hard dick.

‘I’m going to text her in a minute to set a few ground rules.’

Diane had shuffled down to take me into her mouth. I was fully hard by then. She let me slip from her nilüfer escort mouth to ask what the rules would be. I noticed she had also slipped a hand between her legs.

‘She has to promise to do what ever I want while we are together. I’m going to tell her that she is never allowed to speak, unless I ask her a direct question.’ Diane was moaning as she sucked on my dick, I was getting close to coming myself but concentrating on Mary and my demands helped me hold off a little longer.

‘Once she agrees, I’ll tell her what I want her to be wearing.’

As Diane came, I did too. When we’d both got our breath back Diane picked up my phone and started to write out a text. She sent it before passing it back to me.

I didn’t know what to expect when I read what she’d put.

‘Mary, I agree to your requests. Are you serious about your offer?’ not so bad I thought.

‘Paul that is good to hear. I am very serious.’ Diane picked the phone out of my fingers and began to write another text.

‘Mary. Do you promise to do what ever I want while we are alone?’

‘Yes.’ Came her swift reply which Diane read out.

‘Also while we are alone you will not speak unless I ask you a question.’

‘Understood.’

‘Diane tapped out another text as I started to suck her nipples. She read it out to me before sending it. ‘Wear something slutty. I’ll be there at eight.’

As I kissed my way down her stomach Diane asked me what I was going to do when I was with her mother. I teased her clit with my tongue a little before telling her that I would make her stand in the centre of the lounge. I asked her what she thought I should do for starters.

‘Tell her to strip. Blindfold her and use your belt on her tits.’ Diane started to moan as I sucked on her clit again. ‘Take a photo of her if you can.’

‘Then what?’ I asked.

‘Bend her over the dinning table and use your belt on her behind.’ Her moaning increased significantly at that point.

‘Then I’ll fuck her.’

‘Do it up her bum.’ Diane gasped as another orgasm overtook her.

Diane really did seem to get off on idea of me humiliating her mother, but I have to say the thought of being her willing accomplice wasn’t bothering me unduly!

We got dressed after we’d calmed down and over a coffee I checked that she was still ok about me seeing her mom later.

‘Hell yes.’ Were her exact words. Enough said I thought to myself.

I dropped in on Simon on my way home to keep him in the loop. He seemed as excited as Diane was about it. He told me the woman he was seeing was into submission and stuff like that too. It didn’t take us long to figure out how much fun it would be to organise a foursome with them both.

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A Santa’s Grotto

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Clutching the scrap of paper that had been handed to me last night and wondering what the hell I was doing here I tapped three hard short knocks on the door, lamenting to the shop bought Christmas wreath that ‘yes it was that time of year again’.

When approached last night I had been in a terrible mood, whether this was obvious or not I have no idea, presumably, it was written in capitals across my chest as the only person who approached me was the stranger who gave me this paper and disappeared back into the frosty night.

Around the Christmas period (before and after) I suggest that there are three types of people; A) Those like the miser scrooge; This type dread Christmas with a ‘bah-humbug’ type of attitude; B) Those who are like excitable children; Counting down the days from the start of advent to the big day in a hyper active, impenetrable vortex and C) Those who have no one and no body to celebrate with and so mimic the characteristics of the first person I mentioned.

I fall somewhere in between numbers one and three, not quite knowing how much of my distaste towards Christmas is genuinely there or part of an automatic defence mechanism, put in place by hurt after so many lonely Christmas’s.

Knowing myself and knowing that I am usually such a ‘sissy, never-try-anything-new’ type of girl I was surprising myself with each step I took away from the bus stop towards my current destination and now I stood at the door waiting to enter I felt nothing short of shock. Adding to the unusualness of the situation was the outfit I had chosen to wear. As a rule I only wore anything ‘sexy’ if put under a lot of pressure from girlfriends and was much more comfortable in loose jeans and baggy T-shirts. Tonight though I had dressed up, and as I hadn’t told anyone where I was going or about my chance encounter with the sexy guy in the street last night, I had no one to blame but myself. Trying to look inconspicuous on the doorstep of a house on a street that looked like something out of the Stepford Wives was not easy. Knowing that under the leather knee length trench coat I had chosen not to wear pants, or anything else, made me grip the bottom of the coat against my thighs nervously.

The house I was standing outside of had no exceptional qualities in comparison to the other detached houses lining the small cul-de-sac. The size, shape and mostly the design of the small front gardens copied each other in uniformly distasteful Christmas decorations. The garden belonging to this house, on the left of where I stood was home to a giant, neon, Santa sleigh and only one reindeer. Looking like a cross between a horse and a donkey, I only identified it as a reindeer because of its shiny red nose!

After what seemed like an age, the door opened, dragging me out of my dreamy, observant state. I was face to face with the guy who had handed me the mysterious note with only this address written on it, looking at him I knew exactly why I had taken a chance and come to meet him.

Tonight he was dressed in scruffy, drain-pipe jeans pulled tight across his skinny hips and a plain T-shirt. This guy was indeed hot!

“I’m Jack”, he introduced. He offered me a rough hand shaking it, I told him my name was Carla inwardly cursing myself. I’d just told a complete stranger my real name, so much for the fantasy element of our meeting! In the past 24 hours when I had been thinking about this meeting I had always used a much sexier name; usually Lolita! Well, too late now.

Turning to let me follow him into the house, I was transfixed by Jacks beautiful arse, causing me to almost trip on the Persian carpet covering the wooden floor in the hall. Cursing myself inwardly again, this time for being such a clutz I stared at the floor, too nervous to pay proper attention to my surroundings.

Handing me a black carrier bag, eskort bayan gorukle the type that porn films are always packaged in and asking me to get ready Jack held out his arm indicating that I should enter the room on my left. Cramped and dimly lit, there was nothing very exciting about the room I now stood in; my heart was beating incredibly fast. As if Jack knew that I was desperate to look in the bag he had handed me he quietly left the room.

Kneeling down on the plush red carpet I removed the lamp and a few make up items from the upturned box that was serving as a table. Frantically shaking the bag upside down onto the table and piling its contents on top of each other, I realised that I was expected to wear the outfit I saw. I took off the coat, naked now except for the knee-high boots and stroked the latex skirt. My nipples stood erect despite the room being quite warm.

I had to wiggle into the green skirt, inching it up my arse. It was barely worth wearing; I could stroke my pussy without even lifting it up. I contemplated stroking myself to an orgasm there and then, I was surely horny enough but decided to wait. Jack had promised me a Christmas to remember and I was eager to find out if he could live up to that promise. For some reason I attracted guys who were into the missionary only position and that didn’t really do it for me! The top Jack had given me was more modest, long sleeves and a tight cut, exposing only the tops of my bra-less breasts. I liked the way it clung to the curve of my pert breasts and the way my nipples pointed through the green fabric. There were only two more items of clothing to put on now, a small pointy green hat and some silk hold-ups. The hold-ups left quite a lot of flesh exposed between their lacy tops and the bottom of the skirt, showing a strip of pale flesh. There was a small mirror on the wall, but the room was so small that I could only see the top half of my body in it. I shook out my hair and ruffled it up a little bit. Putting on the hat, I looked quite the part. My blond hair, messily framed my heart shaped face and my blue eyes shone, probably because of lusty anticipation. I couldn’t see any shoes: not wanting to put my boots back on and ruin the outfit I took small restricted steps around the room, smiling to myself that I was even the right height for an elf.

Thinking that now was probably the time to leave the room I took a deep breath, turned the door handle and headed in the opposite direction of the front door. The corridor was as dimly lit as the room I had just left, the shadows created by the tall candles leapt across by body and made me feel warm. My feet gently padded along the carpet… I was barely breathing, trying to listen for any clues as to what would happen to me. Where was Jack?

Coming to a dead end other than for a spiral staircase leading downwards, I had no other option but to go down. Without hoisting the skirt up above my hips I was unable to spread my legs and so it took a long time to get down the stairs. Still I saw nobody else. Now though the air was filled with Christmas music. I rolled my eyes as I heard the familiar chant of Jingle Bells…I hoped that where ever I was, alcohol would not be in short supply!

At the bottom of the stairs there was only one door, the music was louder as I approached here. Without knocking I pushed open the door.

Wow! This place is amazing. It looked truly beautiful. Small, silvery, flashing fairy lights glitzed around the room, hanging down from the low ceiling, the light catching in the snow flakes blowing around. There was indeed a bar, decorated in the same sparkling lights with an abundance of mistletoe hung from above. At the back of the room I spotted a huge tree. Decorated with seemingly every type of Christmas bauble and tinsel, it was the most amazing Christmas tree I have mudanya escort ever seen. Christmas music continued to blare out of the stereo speakers but after the initial shock of walking into a Christmas Grotto I began to pay more attention to the other people in the room. Everyone I saw was female, all very sexy. Dressed in identical outfits to myself and around the same height, it was like I had really walked into a room full of gorgeous little elves. Most people I saw were busy laughing and chatting in small groups or couples. It was extraordinarily hot in the basement room despite wearing so little. I gawped at the women who were already stroking each other lewdly. And watched one girl flick her tongue in and out of anothers mouth the small piercing catching my eye. Jack was nowhere to be seen. All over the place women were getting it on. I’d never had an experience with another girl before except for one time at high school when me and my best friend had played with each others tits. I was much more interested in finding Jack.

A fake cave had been constructed in the far corner of the room. I made my way over there picking up a rum and coke from the bar on the way. The bar was a free-for-all; some of the girls were just hanging out, pouring drink after drink for themselves. If you had been dumped and been dreading Christmas and the overt display of couple-dom that came with it, you were in the best place at this house.

One of the other ‘elves’ stood at the entrance to the cave handing out small gift wrapped parcels to people who walked past. Accepting mine and deciding not to wait I opened it. Inside there was a string of anal beads. Each individual bead was a Santa’s head. Ha ha ha! Very funny! The ‘elf’ who had handed me the gift smiled at me commenting that the gift had been chosen especially for me.

“Jack’s inside.” She said, motioning towards the cave.

So everybody knew I was here because Jack had invited me. I wondered if he had masterminded this whole thing. And if so why out of all these beautiful women was I the only one he was interested in.

The interior of the cave had been decorated as beautifully as the main room, slightly darker and with fake cave paintings of reindeer pulling sleighs and Santa and his wife in various sex positions.

Jack wasn’t dressed-up. He sat, lounging, on a reclining chair, beyond sight of the caves entrance. When he saw me his eyes bulged and followed my small dainty steps. Though not dressed as Santa it seemed appropriate for me to sit on his lap. Doing this caused the already short skirt to ride up further, exposing my naked pussy. Feeling care-free and enjoying the feel of Jack’s large cock pressed against my arse I pretended not to notice. I had planned to ask for explanations as to what this place was and who were all these other people, but that all had been replaced by an urge to sleep with this guy. I had only had one drink but felt intoxicated…not by alcohol but perhaps by the over whelming Christmas spirit in the air.

Jack kissed the back of my neck, sensing his urgency I let myself relax into his arms. He held me closely but gently at the same time. His lips felt silky against my skin, I realised how horny I had been since arriving and dressing up as an ‘elf’. He must’ve heard me gasp because his hand now rested gently at the top of my thigh above the stocking top. Not moving any higher but circling the flesh and tracing patterns on my skin with his short fingernails, his breath was also quickening. I tried to reach between my thighs to stroke his hard cock but his hand movements were making it hard to concentrate. I couldn’t believe that I had only just met this guy. It seemed he had been touching me all my life, he moved his hands and knew exactly how to touch; as if I were doing it myself. Knowing that if he continued bursa evi olan escort I would have an orgasm on his lap, I stood up, dizzy but strong enough to put my hand on his chest indicating that he should stay sat down. After unbuttoning his shirt, trying to pace myself rather than just ripping the thing off, I licked his chest. He tasted so good, only slightly sweaty. As I was running my tongue around his hard stomach, I unzipped his tight jeans, pulling them down with my hands. He wasn’t wearing underwear. I began to lick his balls but it was like there was an urgency in the air that prevented me from doing any more foreplay. I had a feeling that we would have all night together and wanted his hard cock inside of me at that moment. I got up and stood facing the wall, moving my arse in what I hoped was a seductive dance. It seemed to work, Jack pretty much jumped across the room, naked except for his undone shirt. He grabbed my hands with one of his, holding them against the wall and using the other to guide his cock into me. Thrusting in hard, it was amazing how good he felt. My skirt was tight around my hips and my hair was sticking to my head because of my sweat. I had to lean against the wall for support; the room was spinning and flashing around me. It all seemed like madness. It didn’t take long for us to both come, that rare occurence of coming at the same time. We collapsed together on the floor, me feeling tearful after such an amazing orgasm him also looking pretty spaced. I cuddled up to him, wishing that this feeling could outlast the whole Christmas period. I tried not to let onto him that I had fallen for him big time. I had never had such amazing sex and the fairy lights made everything look so magical.

In the morning when I woke up I was still in Jack’s arms. He looked gentler and calmer than the previous times we had spoke. Tenderly he stroked my hair and explained the whole reason behind his Christmas Grotto to me. Speaking slowly and nervously he said:

“I do it every year. After being dumped by my fiance at Christmas a few years ago and realising how shit it was to be alone at Christmas…I wanted to give people a place where they could come have great sex or company and get away from their worries over Christmas.

I had bought this house planning to live here with my fiance…her name was Sarah.

It didn’t take long to renovate the basement into the Grotto. I stay in the cave for most of the party, although other people seem to have a great time, I’ve never really got over the hurt…that is up until now, I’ve never really wanted to speak to anybody over Christmas, it’s just nice to hear other people having a good time, reminded me there’s still hope for me.”

I was relieved that he didn’t sleep with everybody and knew that he was not lying when he said he didn’t usually meet his guests. I had a couple more questions but as if he could read my thoughts he answered before I had even said anything.

“The costumes help people to get over their inhibitions, and so they just have a good time. Usually people get invited by friends of friends who have come before, so there’s never any trouble just a group of girl friends. There’s an unwritten no man policy, men aren’t capable of the sort of relationship that the people who come here need plus, if there were men, heartbroken women would feel more suspicious and it would be harder for them to have a good time. I’m thinking of setting up a similar Christmas Grotto for men next year…if you would help.” I could barely stop myself from grinning.

“And” he said “I have a confession. After seeing you in the street I knew I had to see you again but I felt too scared to ask you out and be turned down, so technically last night was sort of a first date. I didn’t want you to feel out of place here, hence the reason why I gave you the elf costume but really I knew you’d look damn hot and couldn’t resist the thought!” He smiled down at me with a dirty look in his eye and I playfully punched his chest. Holding me tight and close to him he whispered

“Merry Christmas” in my ear.

I replied with “and a Happy New Year”.

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(Based on assorted true stories; names changed to protect the not-so-innocent.)

It was late spring, and I was visiting the dorm room you shared. You and your roommate were each at your computers, ostensibly working, but I could occasionally hear the sounds of Snood and AIM coming from either side. I was stretched out in your bed so as not to disturb you, a book open but ignored in front of me. My mind was wandering to the first time you came to stay with me.

We’d only had a couple of days together, but most of it had been spent in my bed. I knew you were less experienced, so I didn’t want to push your limits beyond the occasional winking innuendo. We were just cuddling until I felt your cock against my leg, already hard–apparently it wasn’t my advances that were making you uncomfortable.

You proved me right by reaching for your fly. “I’m assuming you don’t mind . . .?”

“Not at all.”

Your cock had already pushed through the slit in your boxers, so when you pulled down the zipper of your pants it was completely exposed. It was thicker than your modesty had made it out eskort bayan bursa to be, with velvety smooth skin just begging to be tasted . . .

I blinked out of my reverie at the creak of your chair. You flopped down on the bed beside me and I scooted over a little, keeping you close enough to snuggle.

“Whatcha doing?” I inquired.

“Waiting for Joe to leave,” you replied in a hushed tone.

I blinked innocently. “Why?” You said nothing, only smiled at me, and leaned down to press a firm kiss on my mouth. I licked my lips unconsciously as you went back to work, returning to my memory.

At the first touch of my soft tongue you had gasped, almost sitting up, but I laid a hand on your chest to still you as I gave long, slow licks. It had been a while, but the little twitches of your hips told me I hadn’t lost my touch. I brushed my lips along the shaft of your cock, then up to the head, where I gave a harder lick. The muscles in your hips were tense under my hands, and you let out a quiet groan as I slid my mouth over you.

Another noisy chair, this one Joe’s. altıparmak escort He collected some papers from the printer, waved to us cheerfully, and went out. You stood almost before he’d shut the door, locking it after him and striding back to the bed. I grinned as you practically pounced me, straddling my hips and bending down for another kiss.

“Mmmph . . .” I ground up against you and could feel your cock straining against your jeans.

Your fingers were already on the buttons of my shirt, pulling it open and sliding it off my shoulders. I propped myself up on my elbows, letting it fall and reaching back to unhook the clasps of my satiny black bra. You paused to let me pull it off, sliding your hands over my breasts as I uncovered them.

When you stood up to get out of your pants I knelt on the edge of the bed, watching appreciatively as your body appeared. As soon as your tempting cock was in view again I leaned forward and closed my lips over it, running my tongue along the ridge between its head and shaft.

“Mmm. Enjoying yourself?” you asked bursa türbanlı escort breathlessly.

I began to suck as I pushed my mouth down onto it. “Mmmhmmm.” You groaned as the sound vibrated through your stiff cock.

I slid my mouth back, licking the head for a moment, then pushed down as far as I could. Your hips jerked forward involuntarily. “Gah!”

I smiled and started sliding back and forth faster, sucking with abandon and rubbing you with my tongue. Reaching up one hand, I began lightly stroking between your balls, finding the nerves that make you twitch just so.

“Ohh, love,” you groaned.

“Mmmmm?” My lips vibrated again, and I could feel your body jerk in reaction.

You gasped, “I’m gonna come.”

I was speeding up my thrusts, savoring your taste and the sense of your impending orgasm, when we heard the lock click in the door. I pulled, off, startled, and you grabbed for a blanket; when Joe came in we were cuddled up underneath it. I avoided his eyes so he wouldn’t see my annoyance. When he sat back down with his back to us you began thrusting against my hip, and I whispered,

“I thought he went to class.”

“He must have been copying something. He’ll be gone again in a few minutes.”

“Good,” I murmured, and began jerking you off slowly under the blanket. “Because I’m not finished with you yet.”

(To be continued . . .)

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