Len and Masie Ch. 06

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He glanced long the landing and saw the curtain quickly fall back into place in Vera’s window. He smiled and gave a little wave just as Masie’s door opened.

‘Neighbourhood watch?’ she asked.

Len nodded and stepped inside. ‘Well….it’ll give her something to gossip about later.’

‘Do you mind? Does it bother you?’ she asked a little anxiously.

He laughed softly, ‘Not in the slightest,’ he paused, ‘at least not for me but I do worry about you.’

‘Huh!’ she snorted, ‘I long ago gave up worrying what other people think. If they have a problem with us it is theirs not mine.’

She mused for a bit. ‘I wonder how long it is since she had an orgasm!’

‘Ooh don’t’ said Len shuddering dramatically, ‘it doesn’t bear thinking about!’

It was the first time he had been in any other apartment than his own and he was surprised at how different it was. Even though they were mirrored images of each other, the different décor and furniture made a world of difference and were distinctly more feminine.

‘This is lovely,’ he said as he looked around.

‘Why, thank you kind sir.’ she smiled with a little curtsey

She led him into her lounge and sat him down to a small table on which was a bowl of crisps and two empty glasses. The smell of cooking from the little kitchen was wonderful and made him realize just how hungry he was. She got some wine and beer from her fridge and when poured they toasted each other.

‘That smells lovely.’ he said.

‘Yes, Freddy always said I was good at cooking as well! I can’t imagine what he meant!’

They laughed together, totally relaxed in each other’s company, until the growling in Len’s stomach became quite obvious. She stood up to go to the kitchen but he caught her hand and looked her up and down.

‘I have wonderful memories of that dress.’ He said softly. She was wearing the same button up dress from the other evening.

‘It’s my easy access dress,’ she said, ‘feel.’ She stood right in front of him with her legs slightly apart.

‘Go on.’

He put his hand gently on her knee and looking up at her ran his hand slowly up inside the dress. As he got towards the top of her thigh he hesitated but she nodded encouragement so he carried on. She was not wearing any panties and he groaned softly as his fingers came into contact with her hair. Again he hesitated.

‘Go on, touch me.’

He barely heard her softly spoken request but moved his hand to between her thighs until he was resting against her slit. She was a little damp but not as wet as he had often felt and seen her, and he saw her eyes close as he ran his fingertips along the crevice a few times.

‘Oh Len don’t tease me,’ she implored with a whisper, ‘go inside……..please’

He pushed his middle finger between her lips and as he entered her he felt the abundance of moisture that had accumulated inside. She was as hot and wet as he had come to expect and he fingered her deeply for a few seconds before she pulled away. He looked up in surprise but before he could say anything she had bent down and kissed him fully on the lips.

‘Later,’ she said softly, ‘we’ll have a wonderful dessert.’

‘Now who’s teasing?’ he said as he brought his fingers to his mouth deliberately looking her in the eye as he sucked them clean.

‘A little hors d’ouvres for you.’ she smiled.

‘Roll on dessert!’ he smiled back.

It was a lovely meal and confirmed that her husband’s statement about her cooking was justified. They had chatted amiably while they ate but there was no denying the underlying excitement and anticipation they both felt, heightened by the frequent touching of hands across the table.

When all was consumed he sat back in his chair and with a smile asked ‘That was a lovely meal Masie but what’s next?’

‘Washing up!’ she replied quickly watching the smile disappear from his face. She laughed. ‘I’m only joking. Let’s just stack these in the washer and sit comfortably for a while.’

They cleared away and sat together on the settee. His trousers felt a little tighter round the waist than they had earlier so he asked if she minded if he loosened his belt. Her reply came as a surprise.

‘Do whatever you want to be comfortable Len, loosen whatever……..or take it off if you want!’

He looked at her in surprise.

Well’ she said, ‘clothes sometimes just get in the way don’t they. Freddy always used to say………’ she stopped suddenly. ‘I’m sorry, I shouldn’t keep on about…..’

He interrupted her. ‘Don’t Masie’, he said softly, ‘we know this will happen for both of us from time to time. We can’t just blot things from our memory and we can’t worry about walking on eggshells.’

She smiled at him. ‘Thank you.’ she said simply.

‘Now what was that you were saying about clothes getting in the way?’

She smiled at him again. ‘Well Freddy and me used to be naked in the house together whenever we could, it meant we could see and touch each other as we pleased and it very often led gaziantep escort bayan sitesi to us making love or touching each other wherever we were.’

‘It’s just that if we are going to be together tonight I wondered if you might like for us to be naked together from now.’ She went on quickly ‘If you’d rather not……..’

‘Are you kidding?!’ he interrupted, ‘I’d love to …….but only one condition.’

She looked at him enquiringly.

‘That we undress each other.’

And they slowly did.

As her breasts came into view he drew in his breath sharply. The sight of her nipples never failed to excite him and now with her teats solid and proudly sticking up from her pink areolae was no exception

‘God, you are fantastic.’ he breathed as he looked at them.

‘Do you like them?’

He nodded and she pulled his head towards them. ‘Taste me.’

He did and found she had anointed them with her own juice.

As he sucked hungrily she held his head tightly on her she bent down to kiss the top of his head and whisper words of encouragement to it. She pulled back and let her dress drop to the floor and once again stood naked in front of him.

‘Oh Masie.’ he said simply

‘Your turn now,’ she said encouraging him to his feet. He stood and she started to remove his clothes. When she got to his underpants there was a small wet patch in the front where his hardness was tenting the material. She looked up at him and smiled as she knelt down and pulled the waistband out and over his erection letting his pants slide to the floor.

She took his cock in her hand and inspected it before gently kissing the weeping tip and licking her lips, then engulfed his swollen helmet in her mouth. He flinched as she did and as her tongue started to caress the underside of his glans he had to pull away quickly or the evening would have been over there and then. He gently lifted her to her feet and kissed her softly but firmly on the lips aware that she was pressing her body hard to his.

‘Shall we go to the bedroom?’ he asked quietly and without waiting for her reply took her hand and led her there. Again it was similar to his apart from the more delicate décor and bedding, and the bedside lights were on casting a warm glow around the room. He noted with interest that her bed as against the same wall as his so they were sleeping within inches of each other.

Once inside she seemed to take charge and told him to lay face up on the bed. When he did she clambered up over him and facing his feet crouched down over his face. It was a sight to behold. Her lips were swollen and wet and slightly parted so he could see a little of the pink inside. Her hair was a mixture of dark and grey and immediately round her slit was wet and stuck to her skin.

‘You are beautiful.’ he said softly and she lowered herself slowly down to him until he could reach her with his tongue. He heard her sigh as he started lapping her and reached up to pull her wide open before pulling her down onto his face. The sound of her groaning was accompanied by the involuntary movements every time he licked her clitoris and he felt rather than saw her fall forward along his body as he concentrated on it.

He felt his penis once again being enveloped by her mouth but he reached down quickly to pull her off.

‘No!’ he grunted into her cunt, ‘not yet.’

He sucked and licked at her madly now, needing her to cum before she sucked him again, holding her hips and pulling her hard to him. He could feel she was close but not quite there and a sudden dirty thought came to him. Just above his nose was her little darker crinkled hole, so far an unexplored area, but he now took his hand and just lightly brushed a finger across it.

The gasp and jerk told him all he needed to know and he did it again and again with a little more pressure each time. Her orgasm was a powerful one accompanied with some guttural grunts and profanities with her cunt pulsing hard against his mouth. He felt her ejaculate into it and swallowed as much as he could, a tasteless watery liquid he thought at first was her piss.

After a few seconds she stilled and climbed off to flop down beside him covered in a light sheen of sweat.

‘God,’ she breathed huskily, ‘you are fantastic.’ She turned to him and draped her arm across his chest. ‘Where did you learn to do that?’

‘Did you mind?’ he asked anxiously.

She buried her face in his neck and shook her head, breathing heavily. ‘It was wonderful. I’ve always loved being touched there.’

He cuddled her as her breathing slowed and she asked him if he liked his bottom played with.

‘I don’t know,’ he said, ‘it’s never happened before.’

‘Not even when you’ve been taking care of yourself?’

He shook his head, ‘It was never mentioned and I think Rose would have been upset if I had tried it.’

He paused as he cuddled her closer his penis still hard with a silvery strand of precum hanging to gaziantep escort bayan forum his hair.

‘Our life was not like this,’ he nodded down their bodies, ‘it was very reserved by comparison.’

She snuggled closer. ‘Tell me’ she said softly, ‘That’s if you want to.’ She added quickly looking at him.

He smiled at her. ‘Well, you know how it is when you are first married…..we couldn’t get enough of each other,’ he laughed softly at the memory, ‘and it was like that for some time. But it was always……a bit reserved if you know what I mean.’

‘She never wanted to be particularly experimental and those things I did persuade her to try she didn’t really enjoy and I could see she was doing it just for me.’ He paused. ‘I didn’t want to upset her so we just stuck to what she enjoyed most which compared to the last few days was not very exciting.’

‘I’m sorry Len.’ she said, ‘I didn’t mean for you to compare.’

‘No no, we were quite happy and enjoyed what we did. Then the kids came along, a boy first then a girl and it seemed we never had time for sex or we were too tired.’ He paused. ‘Oh, we did manage it from time to time but I rather got the feeling it was more out of obligation than desire, and it gradually petered out until it was more companionship and a cuddle every now and then.’

She looked at him knowing there was more to come. He was laying on his back with her nestling in one arm and the other at his crotch. He was looking at the ceiling but in his mind he was miles away.

‘Then the kids left home and married, our son going to Canada and our daughter to Australia, and I thought things might become more relaxed between us. They did for a while but the enthusiasm didn’t seem to be like before so we settled for just being comfortable together.’

There was a long pause which she didn’t interrupt. He was gently playing with his penis.

‘Then there was Tom,’ he said.

‘He was the director of a large electronics company that specialized in computers, and from time to time we had provided bed and breakfast for some of his people, engineers who were there for short periods to develop a particular something or other. We had two empty bedrooms when the kids left so it made sense and it worked well.’

He glanced at her. ‘A bit of extra money, you know?’

‘Then one day he turned up on our doorstep and asked if he could stay for a while. He had just gone through a particularly difficult separation and although he had retained pretty much everything from his marriage, he couldn’t bear to rattle around a large empty house by himself. He needed some time to decide whether to sell it or not.’

‘Of course we took him in and he was good company. He was in his early 50’s I suppose and he was absolutely no trouble at all. He was pretty good to us as well. He had one of his chaps come round and set up a computer so we could see and talk to the kids and grandkids on the other side of the world. Rose was over the moon!’

There was a smile as he remembered this.

‘Anyway, one day when I got home Rose was in a terrible state. She was sitting in the kitchen weepy and trembling and it took me a long time for her to tell me what had happened.’

He paused again and Masie just looked at him.

‘The thing with her was that she was always totally honest and could never hold anything back. If she had something on her mind or something was troubling her she had to tell me about it which is why I was worried. I thought she was ill or something but eventually it all came out.’

‘You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want.’ Masie said softly.

He shook his head and looked at her. ‘No, no, it’s ok.’

‘I had left for work as usual that morning and after I left Rose went to put the rubbish in the bin but the front door slammed behind her. She made her way round to the back and let herself in and made herself a cup of tea. She knew Tom was still in so she thought she’d take him one up as well which is when it all happened.’

‘She found this out later when she and Tom talked, but he thought he was alone in the house having heard the front door twice, so had got up and gone to the loo then back to lay on his bed without closing the door. When Rose got to the door and just before she knocked she looked in and saw him laying there naked and masturbating!’

Masie’s eyes widened a little and she bit her bottom lip.

‘It was the first time she had ever seen another naked man in all our married life, especially doing that. I had never done it in front of her, she wouldn’t have liked it. We’d looked at some films together in the early days but this was real.’

‘Apparently she didn’t know what to do and it was only when she started to tremble and the cup rattled that he turned and saw her. He quickly covered up and she went back downstairs and sat in the kitchen shaking. He came down a couple of minutes later in his dressing gown full of apologies and embarrassment and escort bayan gaziantep sat at the table with her.’

‘They talked for a long time, he was very apologetic, and she felt more relaxed eventually. As they drank the tea she made some light-hearted remark that after all he had been through it was nice to see him enjoying himself. He had looked at her for a minute then asked her what had been nice, her seeing him or him enjoying himself.’

‘Wow!’ breathed Masie softly.

‘It flustered her a bit but she did admit that it was a little of both, and he then said something that took her completely off guard. He told her he was going to go back upstairs and finish what he had started and would leave his door open again. If she wanted to go up and see that would be all there was to it and it would be their secret, but it was up to her.’

‘He went back upstairs and poor Rose didn’t know what to do. She admitted that at that point she was more aroused than she had been for years and couldn’t help herself and a moment or two later stood just outside his door again. He didn’t look at her and as she watched he came and she saw it go all on his stomach. She said she couldn’t help herself and just by pressing herself through her nighty and dressing gown she came too.’

‘God, that is so sexy.’ breathed Masie, her eyes wide and her face flushed. He looked at her and kissed her forehead. He suddenly realized that all the while he was telling her he had been idly playing with his penis and he moaned softly as he felt her push his away and replace it with hers.

‘That’s not all.’ he went on. ‘She calmed down and got showered and dressed and he came into the kitchen before he went to see if she was ok. They were both embarrassed about what had happened, Rose far more so than Tom from what I could gather, and he asked her if she wanted him to find somewhere else to go. She said of course not but that they had just better put it behind them and not tell me!’

He pulled her face to his and kissed her gently. ‘If you keep doing that…….!’ She took her hand away and made a show of licking his fluid from it. ‘Oh God Masie,’ he groaned, ‘are you going to let me finish or not?!’

He went on.

‘But that couldn’t work for her. She felt guilty that in some way she had cheated on me and this had built up inside her so by the time I got in to she was quite distraught. She kept on saying she was sorry over and over again until I went and took her in my arms and kissed her.’

‘She seemed taken aback by this but that was nothing compared to the look on her face when I took her hand and put it on my trousers. I was as hard as a rock and she could feel it. She was confused. She had expected me to be furious but I was as aroused then as she said she had been earlier.’

‘I took her by the hand to our bedroom and she only protested mildly as I undressed her then myself and lay her on the bed. It was the first time I had seen her naked in a very long time and I realized what had been missing.’

‘I lay on her and entered her and we made love like we had only just met and it was as exciting and satisfying as it had been the first time years before. Afterwards we lay together and drifted off to sleep completely satisfied.’

‘This is turning me on so much!’ whispered Masie in his ear, and he could feel little movements on his hip as she fingered herself. Now it was his turn to take her hand and lick her cream from it. ‘You taste amazing.’ he said softly

‘Anyway, that night when we went to bed she undressed completely and got under the covers and so did I. She made no objection when I put her hand on me again, hard as I had been earlier, and pulled me over onto her again. It was the only time I ever heard her use the words “Fuck me!” so I did. We lay there joined together then I asked her to tell me everything that had happened again. By the time she had finished she had climaxed twice and I had once and we were exhausted!’

He gave a quiet laugh.

‘Well, we hadn’t done it for so long then two intense sessions within hours. We were out of practice! But over the next few weeks that changed and we did it a lot. It was such a silly little incident when I look back on it but one that had such an effect on us.’

‘It was lovely being with her like that again. If she was at the sink or cooker I would go up and put my arms around her and hold her breasts and she would scold me but she never pushed me away.’

He smiled at the memory and again put his hand to his penis, still solid and dripping. He could feel and hear Masie’s heavy breathing and knew she was very aroused.

‘Eventually it calmed down like it always does but it changed us both I think. Tom never knew that I knew and it would have caused a lot of unnecessary embarrassment if he did so Rose and I kept it as our special secret.’

‘Then one night when we were just laying in bed and talking I humourously said she should take him up another cup of coffee one morning! She went very quiet and I thought I had said the wrong thing but then in a very quiet voice she asked if I would mind if she did!’

‘Oh fuck!’ breathed Masie.

‘We talked about it for a minute or two and we were both getting turned on then she suddenly rolled on top of me and sat on my cock and pulled her nighty off. We fucked like youngsters until we both climaxed then she just lay on me and we drifted off to sleep.’

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Kathmandu adventures Ch. 01

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Hello readers, this is a story I spun based on a real life incidence narrated to me by colleague long time back. All the characters are purely fictional and the story is as narrated to me. I hope you like this. The story is based during a visit to Nepal for business purpose. Please do have patience to read through the whole text.

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It must have been the 2nd week of December as we landed at the Tribhuvan International Airport, Kathmandu. The weather was quite chilly as we boarded the cars that had come to receive us, me and my three colleagues. We were on a visit to Kathmandu to assess the feasibility of an investment in Nepal. We had appointed a local consultancy firm to help us in the assessment. As we reached our hotel I looked forward to the next day’s agenda and started planning my work. My juniors, as young they were, started planning to visit the tourist areas in Kathmandu. I advised them to visit a couple of places I knew from my previous visit and asked them to come back in time as we had to start early next morning.

I reached the room, had a bath and as I was changing my clothes I got a call on my mobile. I was curious who it was at that time and answered the call. It was a sweet voice of a lady from the other side. She (Veena, name changed) introduced herself as a senior office bearer of the consultancy firm we had appointed and said that she was in charge of the assignment and would help us for the next 3 days. I was quite impressed with the sweet voice and as I was entering into my pyjamas I realized that I was having a mild erection. I laughed to myself. Veena interrupted asking me what happened to which I realized my folly. Obviously I couldn’t tell her about my erection and I just changed the topic. I finished the call and kept wondering what kind of lady Veena could be as I was stroking my now active dick.

Next morning as I greeted Veena in our hotel lobby and shook her warm hands an electric shock ran through my body. In my trance I forgot to release her hand and she literally had to wriggle out her hand from my grip. I profusely apologized and gave some stupid reason. Next half an hour she was briefing us on the meetings she had lined with government officials and our action escort bayan plan for the day. I soon realized that I was not listening to her and was just watching her lips and her wonderful body. Veena was a sweet Nepali girl, short and petite, in her late twenties, slightly fair, with nice black eyes and long hairs running to her bums. I was switching my attention between her face and her bossom (must be 32 or 34c) which was heaving up and down as she was speaking.

I must confess that the whole day went just like that, running between meetings. To be frank I was no where in the conversations and was at some pretext or the other looking at Veena or talking to her. For the first time I realized that my erection had not subsided through out the day. As we were returning to the hotel after a hard day’s work, I smartly dispatched my colleagues in one rental car to some tourist places and invited Veena in my rental car to drop her to her residence. As I opened the door of the car for her, slowly brushed my hand over her ass by mistake. I invited her for a cup of coffee on the way to my hotel to which she replied she her young son would be waiting for her and she would like to go home early. However she promised to spare the next evening for me. As I went to my room and was having a shower, I just couldn’t stop myself from stroking my dick and masturbating thinking of Veena’s sweet body.

The next day went by fast. I was eagerly waiting for the evening. I wrapped the work early and by 4 pm decided to call it a day (winters in Nepal bring evenings early). On the way I invited Veena for a coffee which she gladly accepted to come along. As we were sipping our coffee, Veena became quite talkative and told me about her successful career, her family and her kid. Although I was listening to her, half of my attention was towards her lips and her bossom. More than twice she would have noticed me staring at her bossom. Although she noticed me staring at her boobs, I realized that she was more than pleased with the attention I was giving her and would be foolish to believe that she had not noticed my strange behavior in the last two days. As I was finishing my coffee she offered to take me to the Swayambhu escort bayan Nath Stupa just outside the city in her car.

I left the rental car and went to the Stupa in her car. The Stupa is just outside the city and over a short mountain. After seeing the Stupa as we were returning to her car, she offered to show the city from the hill top. As she was showing the city with her stretched right hand, I didn’t realize when I went behind her, close to her body. While talking she took a step behind and accidentally her ass stuck in my crotch as a key would fit into a lock. I held her shoulders with both my hands as I felt my erection touching her ass and demanding an entry into her valley as we saw the Kathmandu valley below. She was quite surprised by my move and before I realized anything I removed my hand from her shoulder pulling her face towards me and slowly kissed her lips. The kiss was one way as I couldn’t get any response from her. I was freezing with fear that if it didn’t work I was in a soup. So I tried kissing her again and this time it worked as she opened her lips and we locked our lips in a frenzy of a kiss that must have lasted for more than a minute. My tongue probed her tongue as my dick probed the crack of her ass from behind. We suddenly realized that we were in a public area and separated from each other quickly. As we went and sat in the car in the parking lot which was quite empty, I was wondering on my next move. Brazenly I just pulled her face again and now kissed her voraciously in the beginning and then slowed down as I enjoyed her tongue which had become active and lashing my tongue. As lips were drawn in a kiss my hands were busy feeling her body and her nice tender breasts. As I was rubbing my hand over her dress and breasts I could feel her nipples getting hard. My left hand pulled the shirt from her trouser and tried to feel her bare stomach and slowly I tried to enter my hand into her panty when she caught my hand and said we must leave now as we were getting late. I was disappointed but hoped for a better tomorrow.

Next day, which was to be our last day in Kathmandu, I had to do something to savor her body else all the foreplay over the mountains would have bayan escort gaziantep been wasted. I came up with a plan. When all of us met at the hotel lobby (including Veena) next morning, I told my colleagues to go ahead to Veena’s office, get some reports and proceed to our first site visit. I told them that Veena and I were expecting visitors and would meet them after this meeting. Veena was quite surprised by this move of mine. As my colleagues left she asked whom are we meeting? I winked her and asked her if she could have a coffee with me in my room as the visitors came in half an hour. While she accepted my invitation I am very sure she would have known by now what my intentions were.

Now was the moment for me as we were entering the room. As I opened the room door my heart was thumping like a teenagers heart would thump on his first kiss. I asked her to get in the room and closed the door after entering. The moment I entered the room I threw my bag down and pulled her close to me like a magnet would pull iron pieces in its vicinity. We kissed ferociously for more than a minute. I couldn’t control myself now. I now pushed her to the door, her face to the door and hung both her hands spread upwards. I spread both her legs from behind as my one hand was busy pulling her skirt down while the other hand was opening my zip. I barely pulled her panty down and entered her divine hole from behind. I couldn’t even think of using a condom. As my cock entered her pussy from behind I realized that my zip is hurting my dick but I had no time to think for such things. My dick was slipping pass the inner walls of her pussy and felt her wetness even without foreplay. Now both my hands were busy feeling her breasts from behind as my hips were thrusting back and forth in smooth motion.

My humping would have been on for around three minutes when I could feel Veena shuddering, presumably with her first orgasm. Not more than 15 seconds and I released my cum into her pussy. As both of us witnessed our frenzied orgasms our thrusting slowed down and we stood there in trance realizing the position in which we were standing at the door just half naked.

Friends this was the first part of my experience and I hope to put together the rest in another week. Hope you guys and gals liked it. However it would be difficult for me to post it unless I get some encouraging emails from my readers, especially female friends out there as I believe I have not really touched the female mind here in this story. Do post your feedback through the link below.

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Just a Haircut Required! Pt. 02

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Readers should probably read Part 1 of ‘Just a Haircut Required!’ to see how our relationship came about.

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A text came early next morning.

Evie was just about to leave for work, and she was thanking me for the previous evening, but was also looking forward to seeing me the following Saturday, at my place.

I had another brief text around lunchtime, with lots of kisses attached, but there wasn’t anything else, until she got back home that evening. And that text was about to start a whole new chapter in our relationship.

Evie sent an attachment photo of a note that she had found in her mailbox.

‘Hi, hope you don’t mind. We saw you, and you saw us last night. We found it exciting. If you want to get in touch here’s my mobile 07*******76. Laura ( and Jimmy )’

I phoned her straight away.

“Rob, what do you think? It’s taken me a bit by surprise. What do you think they want?”

I knew Evie was spontaneous, adventurous, impetuous, but she was also slightly naive.

“Evie they are probably ‘swingers’ who think we may want to meet up,” I tried to put it gently.

I wasn’t sure how Evie would react.

“Really? Wow! I suppose so. I thought last night was just a bit of a laugh. Oh my god, how exciting.”

That wasn’t the reaction I was expecting.

I replied carefully, “Evie, you know what swinging involves. Swapping partners, group sex maybe.”

“Yes I know, I know.” She seemed lit up by the whole thought. And then realising it might involve me added, “Have you ever done it? Swinging I mean?”

“Yes, a few years ago I went to a swingers party with someone.”

“Oooooooh, you must tell,”

Evie was in overdrive.

“Ok, look, if you’re not doing anything tonight, you could come round to mine, and we can discuss it. The place is a bit of a mess, but we could phone for a pizza, or a curry?”

” Yes I wasn’t going out, give me an hour to have a shower, and I’ll be there.”

So I gave her my address, and said that I’d see her about 8.30-9.00pm.

Evie arrived on time, this time dressed in stretch jeans, and a skinny t-shirt. It was wonderful to hold her close again, the kisses still as sweet.

“Shall we order a takeaway first,” I suggested.

We ordered a pizza, which would take an hour, as it was a Saturday, and then we settled into the sofa with a glass of wine.

“So tell me about your swinging adventures Rob, you naughty boy.”

I took a deep breath. “I hope you won’t be too shocked, Evie, but at least I might show you the implications of going down this route.”

“Tell me everything, all the dirty bits, don’t hold back. It won’t put me off you.”

Evie was curled up, sipping her wine, with those green eyes full of expectation.

“Here we go then.”

“I’m afraid I was having an affair, the lady was a work colleague, and a bit of a daredevil. Anyway for a giggle we put ourselves online on a swingers site.”

Evie was getting fidgety, “Go on, go on,” she urged.

“We got loads of replies, so we sifted them down to one couple. They were local, and they invited us to a house party that was held at their house. There were about a dozen couples there. It was quite an evening. I had sex with three women, and Pauline had four men, it really was total debauchery, I’m afraid. We had one more meeting with them as a couple, where we swapped partners. That was about it.”

“Wow, Rob, how bad was that, but I must admit exciting.”

I said, “Evie, look at me, look me in the eyes.” I wanted her total attention.

Evie came closer, and focussed on my face.

“The couple across the way from you could well be swingers. If they are, they will want to meet. That means possibly having sex in front of me, with him, and watching me have sex with her, in front of you. You have to consider how you’d feel. I’m an old codger who’s hard nosed, but you possibly have more delicate feelings. I don’t want you to get hurt.”

“Rob, you’re so wonderful, you’re a sweetie, so considerate.”

She put her glass down, and we kissed, softly, gently, and we started to undress each other. We made love slowly. Once inside Evie I wanted to take her to the edge. Time was standing still, and as we both became more and more aroused, we got closer to that edge.

I looked down at her and quietly said, “Evie, imagine I’m fucking a woman on the other side of the room, and you’re hearing her shout my name, and imagine her partner is inside you just like this, and he’s about to cum inside you, that’s what swapping means.”

“Oh Rob I’m ready for that, and yes I’m cumming now too.”

I felt her pussy convulse, and it started to milk my cock. Every last drop squeezed into her cunt.

“I’ve really come alive with you Rob.” She said it as though I’d released the genie from the bottle.

Evie was saying that, snuggled back in the sofa cushions, naked, with her pussy dribbling my spunk. She was such a sexy young woman.

“You’re teaching me a lot, Evie, you’re so sexy. But its decision time. Are you going to reply to Laura?

And ateşli gaziantep escort bayan there’s one other possibility which might impact on you.”

“What’s that?” Evie looked puzzled.

“Are you prepared to have sex with her, if she wants to?”

I watched her face. Without a flicker she replied, “Yes, I would go along with that, would you mind?”

“I’d find it very exciting, Evie, but you’re the decision maker here,”

“Then let’s text her, let’s do it.”

The door buzzer sounded. Pizza time! I hurriedly put on my dressing gown, paid the guy, and we settled down to a messy finger meal.

“So what are you going to say in your text,” I said with my mouth full.

Evie picked up her phone, and typed out, ‘Hi Laura, we got excited too. Might be good to meet up sometime. Evie ( and Rob ) x .’

“There, it’s done. Let’s see if there’s a reply.”

We only had to wait fifteen minutes, and Evie’s phone pinged.

‘Great, Jimmy’s working in London this week. Come round for coffee on Monday evening, it’s no. 12, about 7.30pm? ‘

Evie showed me, and gave me a quzzical look.

“Yes, go ahead, why not.”

Evie replied in the affirmative. I was thinking that I wasn’t sure where this little adventure would take us.

We eventually went to bed that evening, and spent Sunday morning making love.

We learned a lot about our bodies, and we didn’t hurry, we didn’t rush, we just enjoyed the sensuality.

Evie left at midday on Sunday, and I wished her well. She said that she’d let me know how her meeting with Laura went.

Evie had Monday off work, and I guess she spent most of the day wondering about her meeting with Laura to come.

Monday evening arrived, and Evie made her way, nervously, to no. 12.

Laura answered the door, and greeted Evie with a hug, and a kiss on the cheek.

“Hello Evie, I’m glad you came, I’m slightly embarrassed after the other night, but pleased to see you up close.”

“Yes it was a bit accidental I guess,” Evie replied, “but Rob and I found it exciting. We haven’t been together long, and as you know we’re not your usual couple, what with our age difference.”

Laura, and Evie decided to have some wine, while Laura remarked, “I’ve always had a liking for older men.”

Evie noted that comment, and then related how she had met me.

In turn, Laura described her relationship with Jimmy. How they had been together for three years.

Their conversation ebbed and flowed, and with a second glass of wine, Evie began to relax.

Out of the blue Laura asked, “Have you ever had sex with a woman?”

Evie felt herself blushing, and stuttered slightly.

“No I haven’t, it’s something that’s never cropped up.”

Laura smiled, and laid her hand on Evie’s thigh.

“I know how you feel. I lived with Jimmy’s sister for a couple of years, and then one night it just happened.”

Evie was conscious of Laura’s hand on her leg as she said, “I’ve never really thought about it. I’ve seen some porn with some ladies making out.”

Laura smiled again. Leaning forward she kissed Evie on the lips. Evie didn’t resist, and when Laura pulled away, she looked at her closely, and smilng, kissed her back.

The kiss this time lasted longer, and both parted their lips, and their tongues played.

This second time, as they pulled apart, Laura stood up, taking Evie by the hand, and led her to the bedroom.

Nothing was said, until Laura quietly whispered, “Just say if you want to stop at any time.”

The bed, of course, was where Evie and I had watched Laura and Jimmy have sex. It was very large, a super king size.

As they both stood beside it, they kissed again, and Laura started to slowly undress Evie.

She pulled her t-shirt over her head, and slid her skirt down over her hips, until she stood there in just bra and a thong.

Laura then completely stripped, until she was standing naked in front of Evie.

Evie took no time in unclasping her bra, and slipping out of her thong.

Her heart was pounding, and her breathing had quickened, and Laura was aware of how nervous she was.

They kissed again, their arms around each other, and Evie feeling skin on skin, Laura’s soft breasts against hers.

She took Evie’s hand, and watched her lay back on the bed. Laura lay down beside her, and began to kiss her again, and as Evie put her arms around her, the kisses moved from her mouth to her neck, and then to her shoulders.

Everything was slow and sensuous, using her tongue, her lips, her fingertips, she covered every inch of Evie’s body. When she reached her breasts, her nipples were hard little buds, and when her mouth closed around them, Evie let out a loud moan of pleasure.

From her breasts Laura moved her attention to her flat tummy. Circling her navel, her tongue played with it, licking, probing. Her lips travelled further. Down over her hips, and along the outside of her thigh. Nibbling little kisses, and where the flesh allowed, little bites.

At bakımlı gaziantep escort bayan her knees Laura moved to the inside of her thigh, and dragged the tip of her tongue slowly up towards her pussy, so close to her pussy, and Evie was desperate for her to go the whole way. But Laura’s foreplay had the benefit of experience.

When her tongue reached the top of her thigh, she stopped, and kissed the flesh softly. She could feel the heat from Evie’s pussy on her cheek. Evie was lifting her hips, trying to offer herself to Laura’s mouth.

Laura knew how long to tease. Evie was in such a state of high arousal that when she heard her voice, she knew how ready she was.

“For god’s sake Laura, pleeeeaaaase.” Evie was pleading.

Laura’s tongue slipped between her pussy lips. Long strokes up and down, savouring the juices, and then the moment came as her tongue stroked its way over her clit, and within seconds Evie started to shudder.

The room was filled with Evie’s cries, the mattress shook with the release of her orgasm. Laura’s face was smeared with her juices.

But it wasn’t over yet. Laura’s mouth remained covering her pussy. Evie’s body subsided back onto the mattress, and her breathing slowed for a moment.

“Mmmmmmmmmmmmm, oh god Laura, that was incredible.”

But then Laura’s tongue flicked back into action. It started to probe deeper into Evie’s pussy, and then she took her swollen clit between her lips, and began to suck. Every few seconds she would circle the clit with her tongue, and then start to lick, and suck again.

“Laura, my god I think you need to stop.”

But Laura ignored the plea.

The oral attention continued, and when she heard Evie moan again, she knew the next step to take.

As she suckled her clit, she reached up to take each nipple between thumb and fore finger. Gently she squeezed and stroked.

“For fucks sake Laura, I’m cumming again!”

Evie’s thighs clamped around Laura’s head, as she shook from head to toe.

“Ohhhhhhhhmyyyyyyyyyygoddddddd!” Evie’s pussy throbbed, and convulsed.

Laura surfaced smiling, with a face smeared, and dribbling with pussy juices.

Evie was flat out exhausted, but also smiling.

They lay side by side for minutes before Laura kissed her again, and asked, “Was that really good?”

“You don’t have to ask,” replied Evie, “but I want to do the same to you please.”

“Of course Evie, in your own way. I’d love you to, and take your time.”

Evie lifted herself onto one elbow, and leaned over to kiss her.

She let her hands wander over Laura’s breasts, feeling them. Much more ample than hers, but so succulent.

Evie pushed her face down towards Laura’s pussy, and as she opened her thighs Evie straddled her face in a classic sixty nine position.

Now they both started to lap away like pussy cats with the cream.

Evie seemed insatiable wanting her pussy put to the test again. It excited Laura who found herself responding quickly to Evie’s mouth, and tongue. They both impatiently worked their magic, and miraculously they both seemed to be arriving at their destination simultaneously. Who came first was a close decision, but Evie couldn’t believe it was her third orgasm of the evening. Laura just enjoyed the feeling of a virgin bringing her off.

The room went quiet, and Laura finally said, “Do you think you might want to meet us as a couple?”

“I will have to ask Rob, but I’m sure he will want to.”

“Is Rob bisexual?”

It was a question out of the blue, and one that Evie didn’t know the answer to. It slightly concerned her.

“Is Jimmy then?

Laura replied, “Yes, but he is quite cool one way or the other.”

“I will explain it to Rob, it’s something we’ve never discussed.”

“Ok, but I do find it exciting, and arousing seeing two guys together,” Laura had obviously watched before.

Laura and Evie got dressed, and they sat on the sofa finishing their wine, and kissing.

“I’m meant to be seeing Rob on Saturday evening, I could suggest we meet up then?” Evie waited to see if Laura thought that might be a possibility.

“Yes we could meet on neutral ground, maybe the pub round the corner, and if we hit it off, come back here afterwards.” Laura looked quite excited by that suggestion.

The two women agreed to text the next day, and Evie left having kissed Laura one last time.

She returned to her flat exhausted, slightly sore, but exhilarated.

It was 10.30pm, and I was sipping a late night whiskey when my mobile rang.

“How did it go little one?”

I could tell Evie was playing it down.

“Yes I had a great time, she’s a lovely woman.”

“Ok Evie,” I said, “Now lets have it all, I know you, you’re busting a gut to tell me!”

She giggled, “It was fantastic. We went to bed, and I just enjoyed so much about it. And they want to meet us. Can we Rob, can we?”

Her enthusiasm was so bubbly, and who was I to say no. And I was feeling quite gaziantep bayan escort thrilled about the prospect of swinging with another couple, especially having seen them in action. I had thought my swinging days were long gone.

“Yes of course we can Evie. How will we set it up?”

“Laura suggested we could meet at the pub this Saturday, and if we were ok with it, go back to theirs,” she went on, “I know you two guys haven’t met, so it depends on that.”

I was anxious to let Evie have her way, but then she added, “I think he may be bi.”

I didn’t reply straight away, and she realised I was considering the implications. I think it surprised her when I said, “I’m happy enough with that, but I’m not sure you would be happy with two guys playing without you.”

Giggling, Evie replied, “Laura and I discussed it. We said it might be fun.”

So the Saturday was arranged, and I got to Evie’s flat in time to walk to the pub for 7.30pm.

Evie had pulled out all the stops. She was wearing the tightest black dress, her breasts pushed up over the low cut neck, with high red heels, and I was also guessing, no panties. Her red hair shone.

As soon as we entered the pub I saw Laura. Her blonde hair contrasting with the red dress and heels. Her breasts were very obvious too.

Jimmy was a guy in his mid thirties. A bit shorter than me, but obviously gym fit.

We all made the introductions, and Jimmy got the drinks.

He sat next to Evie, and was very much taken with her, and they were soon deep in conversation.

It left me to talk to Laura, and in our first eye contact we held each other’s gaze for seconds. . When our knees accidentally touched, we didn’t pull away, and,indeed, we both moved them against each other. It became very much a physical flirt.

By the time I was getting the second round of drinks, we all knew where the evening was headed.

I watched Evie and Jimmy’s body language, it matched mine, and Laura’s, and by 9.15pm we were all ready.

Laura said, “Shall we go back to ours?

Evie jumped in, “Yes, we’d love to,” she was already standing up.

The four of us left the pub with Laura on my arm, and Evie clutching Jimmy’s.

In the lift I tested the water by stroking Laura’s ass. She was responding by pressing her boobs into my chest.

I saw Jimmy close to Evie, and he was pressing his cock against her ass, with his arms around her.

Nothing was said when we entered the flat. Jimmy took Evie’s hand, and led her straight into the bedroom. As they disappeared, Laura put her arms around my neck, and we kissed. She stepped back and turned away.

“Unzip me please,” and I duly obliged.

Dropping the dress revealed her in her cerise lingerie. She sat on the sofa, and spread her body full length.

“Undress Rob, I need you to fuck me.”

Smiling, her eyes were watching as I stripped off. My cock was already standing up, and when she saw it, she sat up immediately, and took it straight into her mouth. She heard me gasp with pleasure.

I could tell that she was an expert at this, and it took only minutes before my cock was not only in her mouth, but being deep throated. Any guy who’s had this done knows how quickly it can bring you off.

“Jesus Laura, slow down.”

With a loud sucking sound she released my cock, and giggled. She undid her bra, and slid her panties off, and pulled me down onto the sofa. Her wet pussy welcomed me straight inside, Her legs wrapping around me, and our lips hungrily coming together.

As I thrust my hips forward her body was rising to meet me. She started to moan softly, and our rhythm started to make those sounds that occur when flesh impacts flesh.

We both heard the sounds coming from the bedroom, and we could hear Evie’s soft cries, which I knew were the precursor to her cumming.

Laura was cumming too. I was becoming more urgent with my thrusting, and with a loud scream, and biting my shoulder, she shook with pleasure.

As she came down from her orgasm my cock withdrew, I hadn’t cum yet, my cock was semi erect.

Laura whispered, “Let’s go into the bedroom.” She held a finger up to her lips. “Quiet.”

Evie and Jimmy were lying in each other’s arms. Laura lay down beside Evie, and whispered, “I think we should watch the boys,” and with a mischievous smile she said, “Jimmy, Rob hasn’t cum yet.”

I was taken aback, and before I could collect my thoughts Jimmy sat up. His hand slid up my thigh, and took hold of my cock. I hardly moved, but I saw Laura and Evie, arms around each other, watching us, intently.

Jimmy lowered his head, and I felt his mouth close around my cock. I was gasping as Jimmy’s head bobbed up and down.

Laura and Evie were riveted by this. I was tensing up, waiting for the inevitable, and as I gritted my teeth, I caught Evie’s eye, and could see her excitement as she gripped Laura’s hand.

I heard myself groan, I started to cum, and warned Jimmy.

“Jimmy I’m cumming,” expecting him to lift his head away, but he didn’t, and my spunk started to spurt into his mouth.

I sighed as it finished, and I was aware Jimmy swallowed it all.

The girls muttered their approval. “God, that was horny,” said Laura. She turned to Evie, and kissed her, and then moved her mouth to eat her pussy.

Watching her half turned on the bed, lapping at Evie’s pussy I saw Laura’s pussy exposed. I thrust my mouth between her legs, and started to taste her juices.

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Jenny Ch. 04

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“So what happened at the pool then?” Gary asked as a flushed Jenny eased herself up and down his short dick, feeling another orgasm brewing.

Jenny had been telling Gary what had happened that day between her and Gloria, Gary’s Mother in Law. She told him how she had fondled Gloria’s breast and Gloria’s reaction. She also confessed how arousing she had found it. When she described her cumming as Gloria shaved her pussy, Gary’s erection hardened even more. He had noticed her new clean shaven look as they had undressed, which was how Jenny found herself telling him about her day. She told him how both had slipped on costumes and outer clothes for the trip to the pool and that neither had packed underwear for the return journey.

At the pool they had paid and shared a double cubicle in the female changing rooms. Quickly they had walked to waters edge and joined the other seniors in a sedate swim up and down the pool. For the next forty five minutes, neither had spoken much as they breast stroked up and down. Finally a whistle sounded marking the end of the session., The older men and women climbed out of the pool and headed back to their showers and cubicles. Jenny suggested that she and Gloria share a shower and so they went to their cubicle to retrieve the shampoos and shower gels, They pulled the curtain around them, the tray was big enough for four or five people. Gloria stripped off her costume and looked at Jenny eagerly. Jenny slid her costume down slowly, watching Gloria’s eyes eat up her body.

“Like what you see?”

“Very much, you?”

“Yes I’m really getting wet looking at you.”

“I’ll wash you, then you can do me, sound like a plan?”

Jenny nodded and handed Gloria her shampoo. The water was cascading down in a warm spray, bouncing bayan escort gaziantep off their bodies. Gloria poured a little shampoo onto Jenny’s crown and massaged it in with her fingertips. Jenny felt her body loosening and she pushed her back against Gloria’s stomach. Although she had a small pouch above her pubis, Jenny could feel Gloria’s mound against her bottom. She wiggled with excitement, Gloria’s hands strayed to her neck, her shoulders, then slid round to clasp Jenny’s breasts, her fingernails gently raking Jenny’s nipples as she pressed back against Gloria. Then she slowly turned until they faced each other. Their mouths opened as they kissed and their mounds ground against each others, breasts squashing together, nipples rubbing each other. They held and pushed against each other, then both relaxed and, as if nothing had occurred, washed each other’s hair and backs. Grinning they rinsed off and moved to the cubicle.

Inside the high walled enclosure they once again grabbed for each other and continued to rub and squash and squeeze each other to orgasm. Red faced and giggling they had dressed, watching each other eagerly. Finding they had both ‘forgotten’ their underwear they squealed their way back to the car, touching and rubbing against each other like schoolgirls sharing a secret. Once in the car, they ran their hands against each others bodies, trying to make the other giggle, pausing only to allow the drive home to be conducted in relative safety.

Once inside the front door, they jettisoned their bags of wet towels and swimwear, racing up the stairs, paused at Jenny’s room, then turned and ran to Gloria’s. In the bedroom they stripped in seconds and were rolling onto the big kingsize bed, grabbing cim cif gaziantep escort bayan and play fighting. In minutes the pretense had gone and they hungrily made for each others delicate pussy’s. This time tongues and fingers were used and they sprawled over each other, licking, fingering, kissing and tonguing each other to climax after climax. Sated they lay back and tried to focus on the here and now, but they had so much in their memory to last a while. Which is why Sue found them spreadeagled at opposite ends of the bed, gently sleeping, when she popped back at lunchtime. Taking in the two women’s naked forms, especially their most intimate parts rosy and glistening, she grinned. Lucky bastards she thought, leaving them lying peacefully.

Gary found it too much and with a grunt he pushed further into Jenny and felt his cock spew forth a large load of his semen into her. Jenny grinned and brought herself to a climaxes his cock stayed relatively hard inside her. Gary blew out his breath and hugged her. Jenny grinned wickedly.

“Do you know what Gloria said was missing?”

“Missing, what could have been missing?”

“Your cock!”

“My Cock? Why would she say that?”

The door creaked and a shape was silhouetted in the frame.

“Because I fancy a good fuck with my Son in Law?” Gloria asked as she walked in.

“No, No way, why… Jenny surely?”

“Gary, she needs a cock, it’s been too long, go on do it, fuck her, do it for me. I’d be fascinated to see you with Gloria. She has a great body and a really tasty pussy.”

“Which I know you can vouch for personally, I…”

Gloria came to the bed and leaned down to kiss Gary, as he looked up to her. Her lips cinsel bilgiler grazed his and his eyes closed briefly. Jenny moved away slightly and watched as Gloria climbed into bed on top of Gary. Her hand sliding over his enlarging cock. His hands moved to her magnificent breasts and he began to fondle them gently.

“I love that Gary, please don’t stop,” she said as her fingers caressed his balls.

He was now erect again and Gloria moved to place him outside her warm, wet and willing entrance. Sliding her opening around his prick, she slid down so her knees were level with his hips. She grunted slightly as he filled her. Then she rose and fell, wiggled and swayed enjoying the feel of a man again. Gary having explored her tits with his hands, moved his mouth over first one nipple then the other. He felt the teats firming in his mouth and he used his lips to suck them, pulling off each with a plop which made her breasts bounce slightly. Moving his head up he found her lips and they kissed deeply, trading tongues. Each was aware of Jenny’s hands rubbing their backs, increasing the erotic tension in the air. As their lips parted, Jenny’s face came between them and they tried a three way kiss, changing to her alternating with each of them.

Gloria was now riding the wave of her orgasm as she hurtled down from the peak. Shaking and moaning she pulled Gary to her as she rode up and down his stubby cock. Her breasts grazed his chest, then squashed against them, she pulled her head up and began to moan continuously. Gary tried to kiss her but her head was tilted back. With a gasp and a series of shudders and thrusts, she came, pulling Gary over the edge too. He felt her vagina pulsing and pulling at his cock, then a rush and he emptied a sack load into her. Writhing and moaning he felt himself rolling sideways as Gloria collapsed with the tail end of her orgasm sucking the last drops of cum from him. Jenny was kneeling up, her hand between her legs, rocking gently.

“I suppose I’m too late to join the party?” said Sue from the doorway. “Only with all this sex going on a poor girl can’t sleep for the warmth in her pussy and the tingle in her tits.”

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One hot summer night, loud and obnoxious car traffic blared outside Jack’s bar. A minor collision between two minivans clogged up the street, but Jack paid no attention to the loud horns. He was distracted by a good-looking Cuban woman in the tight black top and a leather skirt, standing on the sidewalk outside his bar. She looked to be in her mid-thirties, dark brown and athletic, large breasts and shapely ass, born to fuck, but all she wanted was to bum one of Jack’s cigarettes.

“Sure, darling,” Jack said, handing her his last menthol.

“Thanks,” she said. “And don’t call me darling.”

He struck a match on his fingernail, sparking the flame, then edged closer to her and lit her cigarette.

“Thanks,” she said again. Her chocolate eyes reflecting orange glow.

Jack dropped the hot match on the sidewalk and stepped on it with his shoe. He was in his early sixties, with combed back silver hair. He had the distinguished features of a retired actor or a politician, but untrustworthy eyes like an actor or a politician. “What’s your name?” he asked.

“I don’t have a name.”

“You don’t have a name?”

“Not for you.”

She took a single puff from her cigarette and turned away from him to look at the accident down the street. She had a caboose that made Jack’s eyes pop out.

“Let me buy you a drink,” he said, moistening his lips.

“I’m waiting for someone,” she said.

“Husband?”

She shook her head, blew smoke out the side of her mouth.

“Boyfriend?”

“Leave me alone.”

“Don’t be rude,” he said to the back of her head.

The Cuban woman turned to face him. He noticed all the jewelry on her for the first time. Big-hoop earrings dangled from her ears and a gold choker was clamped around her brown throat. A couple of silver trinkets flashed on each of her dainty wrists and an ankle bracelet on her silky left foot. She thought he was leering and frowned at him.

“What?” he said. “You dress like that and don’t want the boys staring?”

“I don’t want you staring,” she said.

“Who do you want staring then?”

She chuckled dryly and shook her head as if she was tired of listening him. “Go away, old man.”

“Let’s have a drink,” he said, not one to give up. “It’s my place right here, Cubans drink for free.”

“How did you know I was Cuban? Most people think Puerto Rican.”

“I lived in Havana for ten years,” he said. “Never learned Spanish, but I know a Cuban when I see one.”

“You lived in Cuba ten years and you never learned Spanish?”

He shrugged. “What part of Cuba are you from?”

“Queens,” she said. “My parents are from Havana.”

“I see,” he said. “But you got a little accent on you, don’t you?”

“A little,” she nodded.

They went quiet, feeling the warm night on their bare arms. She finished her cigarette and let it drop from her fingers. He looked up at the street. The traffic was clearing up.

“I’m gonna go,” he said. “It’s getting late. Unless you want to take me up on that drink?”

The Cuban woman appraised him for a short moment. He thought she was going to say no, but she hadn’t dismissed the idea yet. It had been a long, disappointing night and she wasn’t ready to pack it in.

“A little café con leche?” he said, sensing her hesitation. “How about it?’

She smiled.

The Cuban woman came from a large family. As the oldest, it fell on her to take good care of her seven little brothers and sisters when her parents were working. And her parents were always working, she said. Her father drove a cab and her mother worked for a dentist.

The Cuban woman did everything around the house on weekdays. She cooked all her sibling’s meals, washed all their dirty clothes and brought them back to health when they go sick. Naturally, she developed a motherly air, very strict and obstinate but also warm and kind.

As her body blossomed, and a titillating figure came out to play, she found men started treating her differently. It was not hard to see why. Her breasts swelled into large round mounds of flesh, her soft dark hair billowed past her softer shoulders, and her curvy ass defied gravity.

A modeling agent found her after high school and offered her steady work. She mostly did local print ads and a few commercials. It was good money that her agent called peanuts. He told her she could make real money in LA, if she wanted it. She did. A couple of days after she arrived in California, her agent set her up with a talent manager who put her in front of a camera and talked her into filming a porno for nine hundred dollars.

It was called Big Tit Latina Teens. For twenty-five minutes, she got pounded on an air mattress by a mustached man in a cowboy hat.

She never shot another scene, but her parents never spoke to her again. She flew back to New York in shame and worked waitressing jobs until she was twenty four, when she finally figured out what she wanted to do with her life. The Cuban woman realized she missed taking care antep escort bayan of kids, especially when they were sick. It was something special to her, watching them get better and knowing she was part of that.

She enrolled in college and hit the books hard in the hopes of becoming a pediatrician, but she never quite made sterling grades medical schools required. At least no schools in America. She settled for a nursing degree. It was a better fit anyway. She breezed through a nursing program while managing to fall in love and get married to a man named Marco, an Italian.

They were married in his hometown in New Jersey. After she graduated, they moved there to work at the local hospital. He was an orderly. They had steady jobs, flexible hours and a good sex life. Life was very decent until the day Marco was arrested driving a stolen Benz, but to hear him tell it, the car was begging to be taken.

Marco told her the Benz’s driver door was half-open, the keys dangled from the ignition and a small bag of money sat on the dashboard. He had to do it. A police officer caught Marco at a burger king driveway twenty minutes later. The trial was fast. The jury conferred for thirty minutes before coming back with a guilty verdict. The judge gave Marco fifteen years with a parole hearing after four. He received fifteen years not because of the stolen car, but because Marco had not seen the strangled black man slumped on the floor in the back. The police figured out Marco was innocent of murder, but they still threw an obstruction of justice charge for driving off with the corpse, along with a host of other charges.

Jack heard the first part of the Cuban woman’s story while sipping their coffees at the bar counter. The bar was empty and the coffee was warm. She went on and on like she was never going to stop. Jack listened, holding back yawns. He badly wanted to fuck her, especially after she told him she had made a porno. And he liked his chances. She said her co-star, the mustached man in the cowboy hat, was about sixty and she let him sodomize her off-camera when they went on a date later. She had thought he was sexy.

The Cuban woman told him all this because she was horny and thought Jack was good-looking like the cowboy man. Things got interesting when Jack made his move. As she asked him how old he was, he placed his hand on her bare knee and said “Do you care, darling?”

Jack heard the second part of her story at the back of the bar, while she sucked his dick. He was sitting on a chair, pants around his ankles. The Cuban was squatted on the floor between his legs, holding his well-endowed, circumcised penis in her small brown hand.

Jack groaned as the Cuban woman polished the tip of his helmet with her tongue, then licked her way down the length of his shaft, then came right back up again.

“Oh, baby, you got a tongue on you,” Jack said, looking down at her. Her knees were slightly apart and he could see a flash of her white panties under her leather skirt.

The Cuban woman liked the compliment. She smiled and kept on working that tongue. The skin of his penis was warm and sensitive. She was enjoying the strong-meaty taste of it, but she suddenly moved her head away and used her hand.

“Marco never told me about his arrest records,” she said, gripping his painfully-big cock with her right hand. “I was shocked when our lawyer told me he could face serious jail time even though he hadn’t killed that poor man.”

Jack nodded, exhaling softly.

Her grip tightened around his shaft, chocking at the base. “It wouldn’t have changed a thing though. I would have still married him. I love him.”

She started to slowly pump her hand up and down. Jack gave out an ugly, guttural groan.

“The fault is mine,” she said. “I should have asked more questions about his friends and where he got the money. Sometimes he would come home with wads of cash.”

She opened her full lips and engulfed them around Jack’s bulky cockhead, wrapping her mouth around it like a condom. He howled as his shaft slowly parted her desirable lips and entered her mouth. She blew him for several minutes, sucking in her cheeks while pushing her mouth to the base of his cock, lingering for a moment, then sliding her mouth back up his shaft.

Jack gripped the armrests and leaned his head back, breathing hard. He was loving it. He told her what a good, little cocksucker she was. She answered with a playful slap to his knee. A sweat broke out on his forehead as she kept bobbing her head up and down, feeling her warm tongue slithering inside her mouth.

When the Cuban woman tasted a salty drop of precum, she took his meat out with a champagne-bottle pop and started stroking him with her hand again.

“I know Marco has hardest part,” she said, shifting her weight on the floor. “He’s in jail and hasn’t seen Rosa since she was born.”

Sucking air through his teeth, Jack said: “Rosa?”

“Our daughter,” she said, pumping him. “I araban escort bayan told you. Twice. I have a daughter.”

“Oh, right. Sorry darling.”

“It’s okay. And stop calling me darling.”

The Cuban woman reached out and cupped his hairy, swollen balls with her free hand, cuddling them. They were as hard as stones. Jack smiled.

“But it hasn’t been easy for me either,” the Cuban woman said. “I’ve had to take care of everything with my salary, his lawyer, the mortgage, the baby, my student loans. I mean…shit!”

“Don’t family help?”

“You know about my parents already, and my brothers and sisters have their own troubles.”

“And his…” Jack made a satisfying humming noise as she tightened her grip on his testicles. “Mmmm.”

“His what? Parents?”

He nodded lazily.

“Marco only has his mom and she lives in a nursing home.”

The Cuban woman dropped her head, underneath his crotch. He watched as she gave him a wicked, little grin and hungrily slurped his hairy ballsack into her mouth. Jack’s heart rocketed it. She was like an eager vacuum, sucking his skin with a smile on her face.

“What a dirty, little nursey,” he said as he reached down with his hands and squeezed her big tits over her top, pressing them together softly.

“Hmmm,” the Cuban woman moaned with bliss. He was gently kneading her girls in just the way she liked. Her delicate nipples were rock hard, and the tension he put on them with his twisting and pinching made her drop one of her hands between her legs and reach under her skirt. She rubbed at the crotch of her panties. She was so wet.

When she brushed her clit, she opened her mouth and cried. His ballsack slipped out of her mouth, dripping wet. She moved her head and hands back up to his lap and looked up at him. Her cheeks were pink and flushed.

“But you know what the hardest part is?”

He shook his head once, he couldn’t really speak.

“I have had sex once in four years.”

His eyes widened.

“I know,” she said. “It was during a conjugal visit, that’s how I got pregnant. And that was two years ago. We haven’t had another because Marco keeps getting in trouble.”

She sighed.

“Four years I kept my legs together, waiting for him, but…but then Marco goes fails his parole hearing last week because of some contraband. I’m out here keeping the family together and he’s in there messing up.”

He sympathized with her.

“I was so upset I arranged a date with a guy I work with,” she said. “He’s a doctor and he always asks me out, and I always say no but…the Marco thing just spun me. I was sure he was getting out next month.” She shook her head sadly. “The doctor is married, too, so I thought wasn’t going to be any complications, we could just fuck…but then he stands me up.”

“Stood you up?” he said.

She nodded. “He texted me that he can’t cheat on his wife. I thought that was nice and I texted him back that I understood. I wasn’t hurt until later.”

“What happened later?”

“I was walking back to the train station from where I was supposed to meet him, but then I stop and see Mr. Doctor having dinner in a restaurant with another nurse, kissing her. It made me feel like I was…”

The Cuban trailed off, then suddenly opened her mouth and ate Jack’s entire meat like she was starving, shoving her face on it.

“Oh, fucking hell!” Jack moaned, her mouth was watery.

The Cuban woman took great pleasure in sucking him dry, moaning and groaning with her mouthful. Jack cursed and writhed on the chair. Panting as he felt his entire length slide down her deep throat. She kept her mouth tightly closed. Her gag reflex started going, but she forced it to stop. She looked up at him with watery eyes.

Suddenly, she started to pull her head back up, but he wasn’t ready to stop.

“No, you don’t,” he said and clamped his hands on her head, keeping her in place. The Cuban woman tried to pull away, but Jack pressed her head down. She started to squeal. Her dark-brown hands desperately tugged at his shirt.

In the 70’s and 80’s, he had dated a few nurses and immediately assumed the Cuban woman liked it a little rough like them, too, especially after all she had told him and the performance she had just given him. He counted slowly to twenty then finally let her come up for air.

The Cuban woman’s head snapped up, coughing. Her face was angry and red and her nose was full of snot.

“Fucker,” she spat, gulping for breath.

“I’m sorry, baby. I had to do it.”

“Asshole!”

“What did you call me?”

“Ass…”

He grabbed her head again and shoved his pole down her throat again. The Cuban woman’s eyes bulged out of her head. She writhed under his hands, trying to get away by pushing herself up against his knees. She almost succeeded in spitting him out, but Jack leap from the chair and held her head in front of his crotch.

The Cuban woman squealed as Jack gaziantep arap escort bayan rammed and bucked his hips forward without pity. His balls bouncing against her chin.

“Darling, this is just the tops!” Jack laughed as he fucked her face.

A loud train of gagging noises and wet sounds filled the bar. Her mouth started to drool and her noses filled with snot again.

As Jack felt himself ready to cum, he gripped a fistful of her dark hair and snapped her head back, tilting her chin up. His purple, throbbing cock came out of her mouth, covered in slobber. She coughed loudly, gasping, mouth trembling. A thick line of saliva connected the top of Jack’s penis to the top of her lip. When she stopped coughing, she glared up at him. He yanked her hair back a little more.

“You know what to do,” he snarled.

She looked like she was going to scream at him, but she slurped the white line of saliva into her mouth.

“There you go!” Jack grinned and started to stroke his purple cock inches away from her face.

The Cuban woman waited patiently, licking her lips.

When he exploded, he screamed: “AAAAAAAH!” and a huge jet of white gravy splashed across her eyes, nose and mouth. Her tongue came out and licked whatever landed on her lips.

Jack kept stroking until a few last drops squirted on her chin, then he released her hair, picked up a hand towel and cleaned himself.

“Thanks, darling,” he said, pulling his pants up. “I needed that.”

The Cuban woman was slumped on the floor, hair a mess, mascara running, looking violated. One of her eyelashes go stuck together because of the eggnog on her face. She glared at Jack with one eye as he zipped up.

“What, are you mad?”

She didn’t say a word.

“Come on,” he said. “You never chocked on a guy’s cock before?”

She kept staring at him with hate.

“Alright, I’m sorry,” he said, offering his hand. “Get up, we’ll have another coffee and I’ll drive you to your car.”

The Cuban woman opened her mouth to curse at him, but stopped herself. She chuckled in her dry way and reached up to take his hand. He pulled her on her feet. “You’re an asshole,” she said.

“Yeah, but I got a big cock, don’t I?”

“Oh, yeah, the biggest in the world,” she said sarcastically. “Have a bathroom? I need to clean this up.”

“Over there, baby,” he nodded at a door. “I”ll be at the counter.”

As she moved to the bathroom, she wiped some of the cream off her face with her finger, then licked her finger.

The Cuban woman didn’t drive a car. She had taken the train into the city for her date, so when she emerged from the bathroom, looking fresh and clean, Jack offered to drive her home. He stood behind the bar, pouring coffee into a white mug.

“I’ll take the train” she said.

She walked past him, picking up her purse at the counter on her way to the door. Her face was spotless, but he could see a white stain on her tight top.

“Let me drive you, it’s the least I could do,” he said, getting his keys. “You gave me the best blow job I’ve had in ten years.”

“I don’t want a ride from you.”

“Come on, darling.”

“No.”

“Why not?”

“You truly are oblivious aren’t you?”

“Give me one reason.”

She didn’t hesitate. “I don’t want you to know where I live.”

“What am I gonna do?” he said, taken back. “Look at me. I’m an old man.”

“With a big cock that can still get hard. And now you’re probably thinking that there’s a free hole between my legs for it. And if I tell you where I live, I’m going to confirm that thought. Next thing, you’ll show up in the middle of the night with a six pack. I’ll ask you leave to leave but you won’t go. You’ll probably be drunk. What am I gonna do? Call the cops and make a scene for the neighbors? No. I’ll let you inside for one beer, but you still won’t go. Not until you fuck me, so I let you fuck me. Then you come back for more another night.”

He grinned, shaking his head. “You think too much.”

“Fuck. you.”

She gave him the middle finger and stomped out of his bar.

A couple of weeks later, it was the middle of the night and the Cuban woman was home from work after a long shift. She sat in her living room watching a video on her dvd player. She was still wearing her purple nursing scrubs. As soon as she had arrived from work, she checked on her sleeping baby, paid the babysitter then popped in the dvd. She yawned and stretched her arms, but she needed to finish watching the video. The county board wanted every nurse to re-take their CPR training after a disastrous attempt by a young doctor at another hospital. Doogie Howser had broken a woman’s ribs and almost killed her. Why the nurses had to re-take their CPR certifications and not the doctors was not explained. Luckily, all the Cuban woman had to do was take one class at the Y and watch one video, which she could do at home. She was watching the video for tomorrow’s class when the doorbell rang.

She paused the screen and stood up, frowning. Who could it be? She thought, walking to the entrance hall of her small house. She parted the curtain on the door to look out the window.

“You gotta be fucking kidding me,” she said, opening the door. Jack was standing on her porch, holding up a six pack. “What are you doing here?”

“At least I’m not drunk,” he grinned.

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In the Office Pt. 01: Key Strokes

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A quick aside before the story:

I was completely taken by surprise when I tried my first “Text with Audio” stores and heard the amazing work of Literotica user LushinLace. She was 100% the inspiration for this story and the main character. If you haven’t checked out her work, do yourself a favor and go to her page when you get the chance. I owe her a huge debt of gratitude.

I’m working on this series of stories based around one office of horny people. I plan on having it be an anthology series, so if you have favorite characters, let me know and I’ll try to bring them back in other installments.

And now, on to the story…

*****

It had been such a busy week and I was already way behind on submitting end of the quarter financial reports when there was an urgent knock at my office door.

“What is it?” I snapped, annoyed.

“Uhhhh, Ms. Lacey? I need to ask you something,” came the meek response.

I recognized the voice as my intern, James. He was very inexperienced, but worked hard, though he did seem to demand more of my attention than he should. I sighed deeply, a bit annoyed.

“James? You were supposed to submit your budget update an hour ago. I need that submission,” I reminded him sternly.

“Well, that’s just it, ma’am. I can’t finish my report because of a computer problem.” He sounded squeamish.

“I’m really in the weeds, here, James. Is this something Doug can help with?”

Doug was our IT guy and was very competent regarding computer issues.

“I… I think he’s gone for the day. He’s not at his desk,” James replied.

I huffed another sigh, rising from my desk, then strode to the door and yanked it open.

“James, this better be quick because I am way behind on my reports,” I said harshly.

James was a tall boy, and was actually pretty good looking, if it weren’t for his timid disposition. I knew he was attracted to me, but I played it austere with him. I guess part of me very much enjoyed bossing him around and making him sweat.

I caught him staring at my chest, then his eyes jumped to my face. Does he think I don’t notice? He fidgeted for a moment. I know he is struggling to meet my gaze and not return his eyes to my bare, bulging cleavage. I do like showing off a bit at the office, and today was no different. I was wearing a tight dark blue dress, cut several inches above my knee, with a fairly high neckline. Of course, I also left two buttons open, so it was actually quite revealing. With my DDs tucked snugly in their push-up bra, my big tits created a soft, inviting shelf. I also had a habit of wearing pearl necklaces and today was no different. Today’s pearl necklace comprised of my largest-gauge pearls and I love how they perched atop my cleavage suggestively.

I smirked as James’ eyes sunk back to my chest. He was either weak-willed, or shameless, or a little of both. I put my hands on my hips and tapped my foot impatiently. The toe of my white pump made a muted thud on the carpet.

“Well?”

He cleared his throat uncertainly before bringing his eyes to meet mine.

“I… uh… there seems to be a problem with my keyboard,” he said, clasping his hands in front of him.

The movement of his hands instinctively drew my eye to his crotch. I quickly glanced back up, but I did notice a peculiar shape behind his slacks. Was he making a tent?

“Have you tried unplugging it and plugging it back in?” I shifted my weight from one foot to the other, impatiently.

He scoffed. “Of course. Its just that… I think I might have spilled something on it. Can you come have a look?”

I squeezed by him brusquely. “This better be quick.”

We crossed the office, James walking behind me. I’m normally a fast walker, but was now in a hurry. James stayed right behind me, easily keeping pace with his tall, long strides. I suspected he was staring at my plump bottom in my snug skirt. In fact, I could almost feel his eyes. I added a bit of a sway to my hips, smiling slightly to myself. We rounded the corner to his cube.

His desk was typically a hodgepodge of reports and diagrams. I noticed that there was a conspicuous cleared area on his desk, as if he had recently moved something. His keyboard was in that open space, tethered to the under-desk computer by its cord. James had a stand-up desk and I stepped up to it, jiggling the mouse.

The screen saver disappeared. The budget report was up on screen and I scrolled to the unfinished section. James stood behind me, slightly to the side. I could almost feel his hot breath on my bare neck.

“What did you manage to spill?” I asked, moving my hands to the keyboard to test it.

I placed my fingers on his keyboard and tapped a few keys. The cursor blinked, not registering. I turned to James and he was looking down, over my shoulder. I couldn’t tell if he was looking at my hands on his keyboard, or if he was gazing down my cleavage. I suspected the latter.

“James!” I snapped, mashing keys to no effect.

He shook his head, Antalya travesti mumbling, “Oh… I, uh…”

“Gotta to do everything myself…” I muttered, kneeling to get under his desk. I got on all fours and traced the keyboard cord to the back of his tower. “Do you know what you spilled, James?”

James cleared his throat, still standing behind me. “Uhhhh, it was… uhm…”

Damn this kid was guileless. He was obviously staring at my ass as I bent under his desk. He could barely form a thought. Maybe he was noticing the shape of my thong. I shifted my weight, wagging my backside as I reached behind the computer. I tugged the cord and inserted it into a different USB port.

Turning to look up at him over my shoulder, I instructed, “Try it now.”

He shuffled up closer behind me, moving into position at the stand-up desk. I could feel his presence looming over me, almost as if he wanted to grab me by the hips and mount me. The thought made my pussy throb. He remained standing over me, silently.

“Well, James? I don’t have all afternoon,” I reminded him harshly.

I heard the keys clatter. “Nope, nothing,” James reported.

I tried another USB port. “Now?”

Tap tap tap. “Still nada,” he replied.

“I guess its shot,” I said, scooting backwards. I felt my butt bump into his shin. He didn’t move. “James, can you let me out of here?”

“Oh,” he blurted awkwardly, then he shifted half a step away from me.

I backed out, still on all fours. As I turned, I could see him staring down at me. I’m sure he got a good look at even more cleavage. I glanced up at him over the obvious bulge in his crotch. He was tenting noticeably, though he did have the wherewithal to offer me a hand up.

I placed my hand in his and pulled myself up. His mouth hung open in a goofy smile as he helped me.

“Thank you. Now what were you eating at your desk?”

“Hmmm, I… I never eat at my desk,” James said flatly.

“You said you spilled something?” I said, leaning over the keyboard to inspect it.

“Yes!” James said, a little to enthusiastically.

I turned back to him with a raised eyebrow.

“Yes, I mean, I almost never eat at my desk, but today I was so busy and I wanted a snack and…”

I resumed inspecting the keyboard. “It looks like there’s some sort of gluey substance…” I remarked, noticing thick, pale globs smeared between the keys.

“Yogurt!” he said abruptly. “That’s it, I was eating Greek yogurt, not wanting to take a break. I accidentally knocked it over and it spilled down into the keyboard.”

“Hmmm, this doesn’t look like yogurt, really…” I murmured, depressing each key one-by-one to get a better look at the substance. The keys with the most white goo around them seemed sticky to the touch. It was at this point that I noticed his trashcan.

The only thing in there was a large wad of paper towels. The wad was perched at the very top, against the rim, almost falling out. I reached for it without thinking twice.

“Oh, is this what you used to clean up?”

“OH NO DON’T-” James said, grabbing my wrist.

But I was already holding the balled-up wad. James let go of my wrist, remarking, “It’s very messy…”

I took a seat in his chair, studying the crumpled ball. I turned the paper towel wad over and pulled it apart. The towels were absolutely saturated with a thick, sticky substance. Not only were the towels soaked through in places, but as I pulled them open, the goo stretched out in webbed strands between them, like some kind of glue.

“This doesn’t look like yogurt…” I said, drawing the wad open farther, watching the strands stretch and break. One fell onto the back of my hand.

James gasped, then stammered, “Um, well, uh… of course it is yogurt. What, um… what else would…”

“Ew, its…” I dipped a finger in the blob on the back of my hand. “Its actually warm for some reason…”

I ran my index finger over the slimy pearl, finding it textured and slick. It stuck to my finger and I brought it between my thumb and index finger, rubbing it between them.

I swiveled the chair to face James. He was still standing over me, watching with eyes wide.

“This is not yogurt,” I stated, drawing the sticky wad into a long strand between my finger and thumb. It looked like snot. “Oh god, please don’t tell me you blew your nose in here.”

“No, no, I didn’t blow my… my nose…” His hands were clasped together, hovering over his groin. I could clearly see the bulge throb behind his hands. His attempt at modesty was entirely ineffective.

“Well? Are you going to tell me what’s going on here, James?” I sharpened my gaze, leaning back in his chair.

“Of course,” he said quietly, his face reddening. “I… I just-“

“Spit it out, young man,” I said, abruptly rising from the chair. I again drew the sticky blob into a long strand between my index finger and thumb, holding it up in his face. “Now, tell me what you spilled!”

“Its… uhhh…” İstanbul travesti He averted his eyes, then coughed out a word. “cum,” he said.

I moved my face closer, looking up at James. “Excuse me?” I said incredulously.

“Cum,” he repeated quietly.

“Did you say… cum?”

James nodded.

My mouth fell open in shock. At first I was genuinely taken aback. “Cum?” I gasped, still playing with the blob between my fingers. “And how did you spill cum on your keyboard?” I stood on my tiptoes, confrontational.

“I, um… well, I didn’t so much spill it as I, um… shot it,” James confessed.

“Oh, is that right?” I said, now fighting back a smile. I wouldn’t have thought this shy kid had it in him to jerk off at work. “So you shot it?”

James nodded meekly.

“From your cock?”

He kept nodding.

“Woooow,” I said, exaggerating the word and letting the cum-blob collect on the tip of my index finger. “And would you care to share what it was that made your cock shoot cum all over your desk and keyboard?” I turned back to him, waving my finger in his face.

“I… its just that I have been so stressed out and you…” James still didn’t meet my eyes, but I noticed his gaze returning to my breasts. “That dress… and the pearls…” he hissed.

“Let me get this straight, James.” I folded one arm under my breasts and held my other in front of me, finger extended. I began walking around the nervous young man. “You were here, at your desk, and you decided to randomly beat off…”

James stood, shoulders hunched, as I circled him. He moved his eyes to watch me, but didn’t turn to face me. He nodded wordlessly. I remembered how he’d stared at my ass on the trip over here.

“Here, on company time, you, what- you saw my bum in this little dress-“

“Breasts,” he blurted, then he flinched.

I paused, letting a (mostly genuine) gasp escape my lips. “What was that, James? Speak up, young man.”

“Breasts,” he repeated.

I turned away as a smile betrayed my lips. I paused for a moment and couldn’t help dipping my finger into my mouth. I sucked it briefly, collecting the cum. It tasted amazing. I swallowed it and quickly cleared my throat, composing myself and resumed my slow circle walk around James.

“Oh, breasts. So he’s a boob man?”

He nodded almost imperceptibly.

Then it dawned on me. I had been by his desk about a half hour ago, dropping him a copy of my itinerary for the next few weeks. The paper had slipped from my hand as I went to hand it to him. I picked it up and gave it to him and left without a thought. When I got back to my desk, I noticed my tits had shifted and part of my bra was visible.

I crossed in front of him.

“So, you were at your desk, working away. And here comes your sexy little boss. You catch a glimpse of her big boobs and suddenly -BOING-!” I gestured, uncurling two fingers and straightening them. “You accidentally pop an erection, is that right?”

James nodded, looking at his feet. I moved in close, using my two stiff fingers to raise his chin. He stared right down my cleavage for a moment before meeting my eyes. I did my best to look angry.

“Answer me.”

“Yu-yes Ms. Lacey.”

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, I got an uh… erection.”

I took a quick glance down, just to check. Of course, James was tenting. I could see the fabric of his pants twitching regularly. His cock was throbbing with his excited heartbeat. I turned and began circling him again.

“And instead of being an adult and exercising restraint, or going to the bathroom to relieve yourself, you decided to just get your cock out and-” I pressed myself into him from behind, reaching around and making a jerking gesture with my hand, just in front of his bulge. “Whack it off until you came everywhere?”

“Well…” James said, blushing.

“You couldn’t control yourself?” I said into his ear. “Is that it?”

“Well, I… you bent over and I… I saw your bra and… your necklace and…”

I pushed out my chest, into James’ lower back. “I teased you with my big tits, didn’t I?” My boobs smooshed against his firm back. My nipples were so hard that I thought they’d cut through my clothes.

James nodded.

I opened my palm and gently placed it on his tented groin. “And you just couldn’t control yourself, couldn’t concentrate?”

I felt a powerful throb against my palm. James reached back and put his hands on my hips as I pressed into him. He drew a shaky breath.

“Answer me, James.”

“I couldn’t control myself,” he said in a strained whisper.

“You just had to get your cock out and relieve the pressure,” I said into his ear. My hand reached lower, exploring his shape. I was able to discern where his balls were dangling and I cupped them. I felt his dick twitch, trying to stretch out of his pants.

“yes, maam.”

“You were picturing me?” I said sweetly, squeezing and releasing his balls over his slacks.

“Yes-” he croaked.

“My İzmir travesti tits?”

“Oh, god, Ms. Lacey…”

“Tell me James. You were thinking about my tits, weren’t you? You wanted to cum on them? Give me a nice, sticky pearl necklace?”

“Yes, Ms. Lacey… yes… mmph…” James bit his lower lip.

I pushed against his back even more. James parted his legs, his hands tightening on the outside of my hips, moving down my thighs.

“So, what about now?” I wrapped my other arm around him and put my hand over the top part of his bulge. I tried to grasp his cock in one hand with his balls in my other, from outside of his pants.

“wha…what?” he said hoarsely.

“What about now, James. You can feel my big tits pressing against you, right?”

He nodded. Another powerful throb thrummed against my palm and I felt a faint warmth spreading over his hardness.

“And my nipples? They could cut glass right now. Can you feel them?”

“yesss,” he hissed.

“And you certainly are hard. I can feel it trying to burst out of your pants, probably even bigger and harder than you were before, right?” I whispered throatily.

His grip on my thigh tightened. He had strong hands. I felt my pussy flutter.

“So what’s the difference?” I said cheekily, as my hands continued teasing him. I did my best to pinch around his shaft over his pants. “You got so turned on by my big soft tits earlier. You just had to whack off. Here you are, hard as a rock, with my tits pressed up against you. Can you concentrate now? Don’t you need to get it out and relieve yourself?”

I felt his balls tighten, even through his pants. James’ cock was throbbing like crazy and I’m pretty sure I felt warmth spreading in his pants. Probably precum. I could tell he was conflicted… deliciously conflicted. Or maybe he was stunned with pleasure, doing everything he could not to explode in his khakis. I was loving every minute, but even I was becoming desperate.

I stood on my tip-toes, both arms around the large man, fondling him. His body was tense. I moved my lips to his bare neck, letting him feel how soft they were. Maybe he needed instructions.

“Take it out…” I said, lifting my lips higher, almost to his ear. “I’m your boss and I’m ordering you to take that big cock out.”

“Yes ma’am.”

I felt his hands release the outside of my thighs. I lifted my hands from his groin and settled back from my tip toes. I watched over his shoulder and couldn’t help but cup my tits, pinching my aching nipples. They needed attention. I just hope James didn’t notice.

ZIIIIIIIP

In a flash, he’d lowered his zipper and slipped a hand inside. My mouth was watering. My panties were soaked. I watched him move something inside his pants with some effort, then he carefully produced his thick hard on. My eyes locked onto it.

He took it out, then scooped out his balls too. His thick rod stuck out proudly, circumsized, and topped by a tapered, shiny head. Once he drew out his balls, he stood with his legs parted slightly. He held his hands on either side of the open fly, as if he wanted to take hold of it, but was unsure if he should.

“Oh… James… that’s… that’s a nice hard cock, isn’t it?” I asked.

He nodded dumbly as I scooted back up against him from behind. I felt his weight lean back on me slightly as he pressed right back into my chest. I felt my tits spread against his lower back again, straining in my bra. My right hand closed over the base of his shaft. My left hand palmed his tight ballsack, then cupped it. I used the long nail of my index finger to gently scratch the spot right behind his nuts. As I took hold of him, he gasped.

“James!” I said excitedly, squeezing him with both hands gently. “Your cock is hard as steel and your balls are so tight.”

I gave his cock a half-pump, releasing my tight grip slightly so his flesh could slide through. His hands flew back to the outsides of my thighs and gripped them again. I got on my tip toes and could see his face out of the corner of my eye. His expression was intense, his face dotted with sweat.

“You like having your boss’ big tits pressed up against your back, James?” I asked, slowly dragging my right hand up to his cock head.

James’ body shuddered powerfully and his grip moved from my outer thighs, back, to onto my ass. I felt his cock throb and slippery warmth seeped into my fingers. He was leaking precum.

“Yes, ma’am,” he managed.

I pumped my right hand back to his base, then squeezed his throbbing shaft as hard as I could. His hard dick swelled into a curvier shape, the head expanding. His balls tightened in my left hand. I jiggled them gently, still tickling the spot behind them. I could feel the spot pulsing.

“Mmmm, I had no idea you were this big, James.” I stood up on my tip toes again to look over his shoulder. “Look at that, your bosses tiny hands wrapped around your big cock and balls.” I started slowly pumping him, keeping my grip tight. “Mmmm, do you like that? Does that feel good?” My hand on his cock began to make a squishing sound, lubed with his precum.

His grip became even tighter on my ass, so tight that I could feel my pussy spreading open. I knew my thong was soaked. I felt wetness trickle down my inner thigh.

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“I caught Helen sniffing your underwear.” I was flabbergasted, Helen of all people?

“Perhaps she was just seeing if it was dirty washing.” I said in trying to find a feasible explanation, I mean, well women don’t do that do they, dirty old men yes – and younger – but women? And women like Helen!?”

I don’t think so,” my flat mate John advised, “the way she rubbed your boxer shorts into her face, the way she looked, not realising I was watching, standing in the doorway waiting for the postman to come, and that dull moan. She fancies you7 and that’s a cert.” John added.

The thought of Helen doing that was almost unbelievable. She always seemed so prim and proper. A small woman, but not an unattractive figure for her age which I reckoned to be in her very early forties. With me just 38 I felt comfortable with that. I was free of any relationship and wanted to out that to rights, but it had to be with the right woman, and Helen maybe would be her. I decided to give it a test, see how she reacted for myself.

I wore a pair of black boxers on and off for the next two days, to get them well scented, then placed them in the laundry basket in the hall. I made sure they were easily seen and near the top and, knowing the time roughly she got up and made for the shared bathroom nearby, that would be the most likely time to see what she was getting up too.

I felt like a spy watching from the slightly opened door into the hallway which accessed three flats, ours, Helens and a coloured guy who lived next door..

I just had to see for myself if it was true, that John wasn’t just having me on – he is known for his practical tricks – and this was a herd story indeed to believe.

“It is about 7.30 I say her go to the bathroom and open the laundry basket outside, the laundry people always collect about 8am, Pete.”

“Okay I’ll be ready, this I must see, if it’s true that is!”

“It’s true alright, she has a thing for you, that has never happened to me – well not as far as I know anyway.”

“Perhaps it is just the way I smell, sweetness and perfection,” I laughed. I told John how I’d worm my boxers for two days, that they would be walking away on their own if I’d left them much longer!” He laughed and said he could believe that! Cheeky bugger.

But do you know what? There was something really erotic about the idea of Helen of all people messing with my underwear and – waiting there, with my door slightly ajar, peering through the opening as my watch registered 7.30 I could not help but feel an arousal. And my thoughts of Helen were active again.

Until now, I’d never thought of her as a prospective fuck, I guess I’d hardly noticed her really, we hardly bumped into each other, her leaving and arriving at different times to me. And yet she must know me to do what she was doing, surely?

All the questions going on in my mind and then the lowering thought that perhaps this woman simply had a bazaar fantasy derived from sniffing men’s under things. I just could not believe even then that she would want to sniff mine, knowing they belonged to me.

But sure enough, I heard her open her door and close it again as she made for the exit door.

Bloody John has been taking the piss, I knew it I said to myself as Helen passed by the laundry basket not even noticing.

But then, almost as if she had second thoughts, she stopped, looked around quickly and went for the basket, opening the lid and scurried inside. I actually saw her sniffing my two days worn boxers, and enjoying! Just like John said, her eyes half closed, rubbing them briskly into her face.

I just could not let this pass, while she was in her trance I slipped behind her and slapped that well proportioned rear which fitted so snugly in her tight black skirt. She twisted around in a frenzied panic and slapped my face hard!

“What the hell are you doing, Mr!” She yelled, her face flushed, and looking very embarrassed, dropping my underwear on the floor, attempting to pick it up and hide beneath her jumper.

But, bending down, I was there first, grabbed them, asking are these what you are looking for?”

She looked sideways at me, sort of hesitated nervously saying that she had lost a pair of hers, and was just checking to see if they were in the dirty Ankara travesti laundry basket.

I could see her dilemma, she was in a bit of an awkward situation and I didn’t want to push it, all I said is that they were mine, couldn’t she tell?

She looked at me saying she had no idea.

“But you liked the scent Huh?” I said in a matter of fact way. “You can take them if you want, maybe put under your pillow later.” I had a girl friend who did that.

She then said she must rush she’d be late for work, but that I was sweet and thanks for the offer, then scurrying off she left me holding my undies like a lemon for all to see as she opened the front door and scampered out .

But then it occurred to me I had to get to work too, placed the embarrassing underwear back into the basket and returned to my room for breakfast.

Later John, who always left for work earlier than me, asked if I had caught her at it.

“Yep! Well and truly.” I said coolly. “And?” “And what?” “Tell me what happened then?” I told him and he was laughing, saying what a terribly awkward position for her to have found herself in. I continued that I wouldn’t mind having her in any position! “So you have been aroused by the girl sniffer?” he mused. “Well she’s not to be sniffed at, ” I returned trying to be clever, “and it’s not every day I find someone so delectable sniffing my boxers! “Delectable you say?” John returned – you fancied her then, well they do say we are attracted by chemical make up.” “One problem, John” “What’s that?” ” Is she attracted to me?” “Well she seems scent on your boxers,” he roared – “get it, scent as in odour?” “Don’t give up your day job – and anyway I believe as far as she was concerned they could have been anybody’s – maybe she is just kinky about guys underwear, I can name a few guys who do it with girl’s – their underwear I mean.” “Oh yes?” enquired John inquisitively. “You know, you’ve heard of sad guys who steal women’s underwear from clothes lines.” “But that’s not quite the same is it, Pete – it’s been laundered, yours, they were still garnished with your whatever what.” “Doesn’t make any difference to the sad guys, just the thought they have been worn by a member of the opposite sex does the trick.” “You seem to know all about it, Pete. You done it then?”

Okay well I had, but when I was a teenager, but I wasn’t about to let on to John. I fancied the pants off this woman who lived next door. So I literally stole a pair or two from her line. They certainly gave me a few thrills of a lifetime when I was discovering my sexuality big time.

Thinking of the things I did with them now was unbelievable, yet in a way could it be, or was it wishful thinking, that the laundry sniffer felt the same way. It certainly gave me a kick to think so, that she may be having several orgasms due to something I wore. But it’s different with women isn’t it?, it is more, well you know, emotional, she probably just puts them under her pillow like my ex said she did and dreamt sweet romantic dreams, not doing like I did, wanking myself silly until it was sore.

But more and more in the coming week I thought of this woman , no way would I catch her scrumping the laundry basket that was for certain, but I wanted to see her again, should I just go knock at her door or what, would fate play it’s part in bringing this very horn guy together with this sensuous woman in the tight black skirt with a very scrumptious figure?

“Well I think she fancies the pants off you, Pete” John persisted.

Helen is her name we know that, just from what we have heard and seen passing by in the corridor. Real old fashioned name is that, then there is Helen of Troy I read about in the history books, she was a very determined woman to be sure. Maybe our neighbour is too.

“Well I have never felt the same when removing my dirty boxers at night, I even find myself smelling the things, now is that sick or is that very sick?” “Well to be honest, I guess I do it all the time, just to check if they are clean enough to wear for another day,” John confided.

Enough was enough of the waiting game, I just had to talk to Helen again, but in more comfortable circumstances, I would do the good neighbour bit, knock on her door and ask that if she ever wanted Konya travesti any help, I was her man, right?”

She looked at me, half smiled and said I’d better come in and she’d make a coffee. Wow! I was in. It was as easy as that, and all the time there was me thinking that because of what happened she would be reluctant to see me.

I just had a feeling in my bones that she was eager to talk to me, perhaps to iron out her idiosyncrasies as one may call them.

“I’ll come clean,” she said, her eyes sparkling like she was real pleased to see me. She looked good placing herself neatly on the easy chair opposite, looking very delicious in her white taffeta skirt just riding above her shapely knees.

“It’s all to do with my Ex you see erm – Pete isn’t it, can I call you Pete or would you prefer Peter?” “Pete is fine.” “Dave, my ex, was killed on armed service in Afghanistan. I miss him still after two years, well he wore Brut you see.” It all started to come together, I used Brut every day, was rather lavish with it – it had that compelling smell about it, not meaning to sound like a commercial. “Sorry?” “No need to be, I am proud of him and he will always be in my thoughts, and breathing in that certain tang on what turned out to be your clothing, brought back memories.” Then my ego was instantly deflated. It was just the scent that attracted her, and the scent of Brut – not me apparently. But all was not lost…

“I’d passed by the laundry basket for three mornings and got the scent – and when I discovered from where it came I just could not help doing what I did, it brought back all those wonderful enduring and sensual memories of Dave.”

I sat there not quite knowing what to say. It seemed quite a viable explanation of something which at first seemed quite bazaar.

But then :- “And it isn’t just the Brut, Pete” she continued as if sussing what was in my mind. “Don’t you see it was you too, the scent of man if you like, combined with the Brut, I do love it so and yours is so much like how I remember Dave’s to be.”

She sort of raised her head and sniffed the air, like she was trying to elaborate. Then I saw that her eyes were looking down at me, that certain look about her expression I had noticed when I caught her sniffing my boxers.

Then something happened that was so bazaar it seemed untrue. Helen went down on her knees facing me, her eyes searching mine, her nostrils stirring as she sniffed in the air as it were.

“I can smell it now, Pete” then she continued to breath in with long slow variations, moving her head one way then the other, like she was a dog scenting the air. I felt rather aroused in a funny sort of a way and no doubt she realised , her eyes meeting mine in such a questioning way.

“May I, Pete, do you mind?”

At that time she seemed like a different woman, so bold and sure f her self, of her actions. But it was the simple effect the scent had on her apparently she told me later. One thing for sure, I wasn’t complaining.

Feeling her touch the zip fastener on my chino’s was a delight to behold, but when, as if it was the most natural thing for a woman to do on a first encounter, she started to very, very slowly unzip me the effort to hold back my arousal was a hopeless task.

Just half opened she sniffed me more, her eyes closing as she whispered how much she loved the scent of man complimented by Brut and how simply wonderful it made her feel, she asked me if it was alright for her to do more, that she so wanted that, and that she thought I was a wonderful guy.

I was so emerged in her activity that nothing else at all mattered, only the sensation of being with this new woman in my life who was doing things to me no other woman had ventured – not like that anyway She moaned with delight and soon started to get carried away, her busy fingers edging gently inside my Chino’s, then opening them wide as I lifted my hind so that she could slip them down behind, so that she could gain the access she obviously desired of me. For the next few minutes therefore I was pampered and teased and yes, sniffed everywhere and she said then she could sense the full scent of me. When I found the way with words, still feeling the touch of her face pressing into my there, I just released the passion İzmir travesti of my thoughts, hopefully steering the way for a lot more sensual exchange with the use of those expressions many of us like to use when we are emerged in the sheer heat of what being with a woman is all about, to let it all go and enjoy.

“I so want your fuck!” There I’d said it! _ How would this prim and proper woman react? Her head immersed into my crutch she did not look so prim then

“You will have it I promise, ” she said sweetly as she came u for breath “but Pete, do let me have more of you first, I adore the taste and smell of prime cock, you are so much like how Dave was, your scent, your nectar – attitude, everything, but you are still enough of yourself to be different, I don’t want you to think from the start, that I am simply living in the past and have not feelings for you. – I do, so very much, and I have often noticed you hereabouts hoping we would have the chance to meet properly.” Then she continued to sniff again, I watched the lust in her eyes, I was beating so very strong now, there was something about her sniffing action that really aroused me more than anything I had known before.

“May I?” she asked – her fingers delicately starting to stretch me back, delighting with the hidden scent emerging as she saw my nod of approval and stretched it fully back.

“It is so wonderful,” she complimented, so gorgeously plum red, I shall call it my plum with the delightful aperture in the middle. Baby, now I have your scent in my lungs, in my being may I now have the taste of you?”

I was having a wonderful time, my cock beating full time now, feeling her lift my balls gently teasing with her tongue as then her mouth opened and I just knew she was going for it. Just the wonderfully sensual sight of her head bobbing up and down, me feeling like a King having been pampered so much, fist the feel of her face embedded in my groin, and now the feel of her mouth taking my cock like a natural, her moans expressing just how much she was enjoying. I wanted to tell her how much I enjoyed, I said how wonderful it was the things she was doing to me.

She loved to suck cock that was only too evident, now I wanted her so badly, I wanted to get into that tight white skirt and enjoy her secrets underneath, I asked her for that, the sniffing idea had impressed because I asked if I could sniff her, under her skirt and lifting herself from me with a gasp, she stood, open her thighs and beckoned for me to lay flat on the floor, and she would see what she could do…

I then realised just what I had been missing – she taught me how to simply enjoy the aroma of woman in her prime, like she was on heat, and she was, all her actions demonstrated that, the way she moved and wiggled lowering herself and nesting over me so I could both take in her nectar, and the wonderful thrill of being there, beneath her skirt, seeing her fine silk underwear, her lowering and opening as she crouched – touching my face now with her femininity, soon I soaking in her love juice, tasting and sniffing her through her silk panties – she undoing a bow at the side so they came away, and I was treated to wonderful warm and wet pussy, I felt I could have lavished her like that all day but now she was squeezing and taunting me, whispering hw she needed my fuck, manoeuvring herself downward until she crouched over my throbbing erection, with the taste of her still rampant in my mouth I now started to feel her pussy take my cock deep into her, feeling her fuck as she wiggled from side to side and twisted and turned, like and animal she was, her cry for more of my deep throbbing fuck until we both moved and worked to the Waterloo, and we both climaxed so strong it was like a Volcano exploding, our love fluids spurting out and then we fucked and fucked more, reaching her second orgasm, another one of many we would have as the afternoon changed to evening, and we were both absolutely exhausted.

Now it has become part of our relationship, that I leave a pair of my used boxers shorts accidentally on purpose on the end of the bed for her to enjoy on her return from work later She started earlier than me but finished earlier too,

I realised just how the scenting as we came to call it was so important. And it was not unusual, when I opened my sandwich box at work, to find a pair of moist red oir black thongs neatly placed prudently in a plastic bag.

Our relationship blossomed. The sweetness of her idiosyncrasies matched mine and we were made for each other forever.

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Guest Speaker Continued

Cassandra and Joy had such a good time the night before. They decide to continue the fun into the weekend. They decide to invite one more person to join then for their weekend sex session.

I woke up to the smell of coffee. As I opened my eyes, I saw Joy standing in front of me in gray spandex shorts and a light blue sports bra with a cup of coffee in her hand.

“Hello sleepy head, I thought you could use this.” She said as she put the coffee mug down on the night stand.

I sat up in the bed and looked over at the clock and realized that it was 7:30 in the morning. I slept much later then I normally would during a week day. Joy climbed on top of me and straddled me and then lean forward and kissed me on the lips. I kissed her back.

“Did you go out for a run?” I asked her as I grabbed the coffee mug and took a sip of the coffee.

“Yes I did, it is nice out.” She replied.

“I wish I had my stuff with me, I would have gone along with you.” I said.

“Its okay, you looked very peaceful here sleeping, I didn’t want to wake you.” She said.

I put the coffee mug back on the night stand and kissed her again.

“I really enjoyed last night Joy. I haven’t been touched like that by a woman in a while.” I told her as I looked into her eyes.

“Good, I’m glad that you enjoyed it. I certainly did.” She said as she leaned forward and kissed me again.

She proceeded to take off her sports bra revealing her large breasts. I watched as they bounced free from their constrains and sat inches away from my face. She leaned forward so that I could suck on them. I kissed and licked her nipples and the tops of her breasts. I could taste the sweat on them

“Why don’t we get into the shower together. Joy said as she sat up and started to pull the covers off my body.

We got up and I took the coffee into the bathroom with me. She told me to use her tooth brush. I brushed me teeth and watched in the mirror as she pealed the spandex shorts off of her body to reveal a black thong that had a wet spot in the front. She had taken the thong off as well and left it in a pile with the spandex.

She turned on the shower and the came over to me and pressed her breasts against my back as I felt her hard nipples against my skin. I turned and kissed her and then we got into the shower. We took our time washing each other and then we started kissing under the hot water. I didn’t realize how large her shower was until she sat me down on the small bench in the shower.

She spread my legs and started to lick my clit. She didn’t waste any time in getting her tongue and fingers into my pussy. I leaned back against the glass block wall and allowed her to play with my pussy. I felt and orgasm approaching and I thought this is a great way to start the day off.

All of a sudden I felt something vibrating down by my pussy. I opened my eyes and watched as she started sliding in and out of my pussy one of the vibrators from last night. This set me off into a bigger orgasm.

“Ohhhhhhhhhhhh Yessssssssssss Joy, thatssss its right there.” I moaned as my orgasm swept through my body.

I stood up after my orgasm subsided and sat Joy down on the bench and then returned favor to her.

We go out of the shower and dried each other off. I realized that my clothes were down stairs. I went down stairs and had another cup of coffee. I gathered my clothes and realized that I couldn’t go into work wearing the same clothes as yesterday. I came back upstairs and Joy was in a pink satin bra and thong and had her suit laid out on the bed. She told me that she had to go interview a few basketball players from our local pro team and then go back to the studio to prepare for the evening news. I told her that I needed to go and get something new to wear. She told me that she was sorry that she didn’t have anything in my size. I realized that I wouldn’t come close to filling out one of her blouses and her pants were to short for me. I finished drying my hair and used some of her make up.

“So Cassandra, who is this guy that you had sex with yesterday, his cum tasted pretty yummy in you last night when, I was eating you out.” She asked me as I was curling my hair.

“Ohhh ,he is the guy that lives a couple of doors over from me. I have been fucking him for a couple of weeks.” I told her. “I hadn’t had sex with him in over a week so I had him come to the hotel and then I fucked in one of the suites.” I told her as I finished curling my hair.

“Wow that is pretty hot, is he good in bed.” She asked me as she zipped up her black slacks.

“Yeah he is great and he is only 26, he has a nice 8 inch cock that is pretty thick” I told her.

“Ohh really, I didn’t think that you would go after younger men.” She said as she put on her pink blouse.

“I have been interested in him since I moved and I made my move a couple of weeks ago when he was helping me paint my house. He has a gorgeous body and he is very eager to please. Plus Ankara travesti he likes having his ass played with.” I said to her as I put on my pants.

“Do you think he would be interested in joining us.”she said as she started to put lipstick on.

“Yeah I think I could persuade him into having sex with two very hot women.” I said as I buttoned up my blouse and grabbed my jacket.

We both headed downstairs and she grabbed her briefcase and I grabbed my purse. “Do you want me to give you a ride to work?” She said as we were in the kitchen.

“Actually if you could give me a ride to Ann Taylor Loft so that I could buy a new outfit for work today, that would be great.” I said as I finished my cup of coffee.

“Sure no problem.” She said as she led me to the garage where her car was parted. We got into her car and she started heading towards Ann Taylor Loft.

“So Cassandra do you have any plans for tonight?” Joy said as she turned down the radio.

“No I don’t Joy, would you like to get together for dinner? I replied.

“I don’t get done with the news cast until 7, do you want to meet at 7:30?” She said as she drove down the street.

“Well we can go out or just make dinner at your place.” I said as I stared down her blouse at her cleavage.

“Lets do that then, this way we can have a more private and intimate setting.”She said to me as she licked her luscious lips.

“Okay I will leave work about 6 and go home and then I will be back over around 7:30. I will pick up something for dinner and some more wine.” I told her as she pulled up in front of Ann Taylor Loft.

“That sounds good.” she said as she leaned over and gave me a kiss on the lips.

I kissed her back before I undid my seat belt and got out of the car.

“I’ll see you later then.” I said as I closed the door and turned to walk into Ann Taylor Loft.

I was the first customer of the day and I had the store to my self as I started to look around. I decided that I would get new slacks and a sweater or blouse. As I moved towards the sweaters the sales associate came over and asked me if I needed any help. I told her not yet but I would come and find her as soon as I did have a questions.

I noticed that she was quite attractive standing 5’6″ and looked to weighing about 130 lbs. She had blond hair and blue eyes. She looked to be about her mid thirties. She looked nice in her black pants and her red blouse that seemed to show off her nice size breasts. I moved on to the sweaters and I found a nice gray sweater that was about 3/4 sleeve and looked to be form fitting. I picked up my size and then made my way over to the pants where I found a light gray pair of pants with a thin black pinstripe in them. I grabbed a size 4 and headed to the fitting room, but they were locked.

I found the blond sales associate and asked her to unlock on for me. She unlocked the fitting room for me and told me yell if I needed anything. She told me that her name as Alice. I went into the fitting room and quickly stripped down to my bra and thong and then put on the pants, they fit nicely. I put the sweater on, but I noticed that it was too big. I heard a knock at the door, it was Alice asking me if I was okay in there. I opened the door and asked her what she thought.

“The outfit looks great, but I think that the sweater is too big for you.” She said.

“I was thinking the same thing.” I responded. “The sweater should emphasize your breasts and taper in at your stomach.” “You have the body for this sweater.” she told me.

“Thanks Alice.” I said with a smile.

“Let me get you a smaller size.” She said as she walked away. I felt my pussy getting wet again. I went back into the fitting room but I didn’t close the door. I was debating on wether I should make a move on Alice. She came back with the sweater in a smaller size.

“Here I got you the next size down, this should fit you a lot better.” She said as she paused at the door. I noticed her staring at my breasts and looking me up and down.

“Thanks Alice I appreciate it. My name is Cassandra, I really appreciate all of your help.” I said to her as I extended my hand to shake hers and take the sweater. I noticed she hadn’t taken her eyes off of my breasts the entire time. We shook hands and she handed me the sweater. As we shook hands I pulled her into the fitting room and kissed her on the lips. I dropped the sweater on the floor as I put my arms around her. She broke our kiss and pulled back from me.

“This is wrong, I shouldn’t be doing this, you are a customer.” She said as we were inches apart.

“I won’t say anything Alice if you won’t and there aren’t any cameras around, besides there is no one else in the store.” I said to her as I leaned back in for another kiss. This time she was more receptive to my lips and we began to embrace. We kissed for a minute or so and the she pulled away again.

“I have never done anything like this before Cassandra, but I have been very interested Konya travesti in trying it. I want to experience another woman.” She told me before we kissed again. This time we kept on kissing and moved my hands between us to start unbuttoning her blouse. I unbuttoned her blouse and then pulled it open.

She had on a black victoria’s secret bra on. The bra looked as if it was a push up bra because of the way her breasts we spilling out of the bra. She quickly removed my bra and began groping my breasts. I slid the straps off of her shoulders and then pulled the bra down enough to let her tits pop out of the bra. She has nice hard nipples that were about the size of pencil erasers. I began sucking on her left tit and then moving over to her right and back and forth.

“Ohhhhhhhhh Cassandra I love to have my nipples sucked on.” She moaned as I licked circles around her left nipples. I felt her groping my tits and pulling on my nipples as the same time. This was getting me wetter and wetter as she did this. I slid one hand down and started undoing her pants. I noticed that she had a nice tan to her with no tan lines. I unzipped her pants and slid them down past her ass.

“Nice G-string Alice.” I said as I noticed her black g-string that barely covered her pussy lips.

“Thanks, I’m not a big fan of underwear so I try and wear as least as possible when I have to wear it.” She told me as I continued to suck on her nipples. She reached back and shut the door to the fitting room. We began kissing again and I pulled her g-string to the side and I slipped a finger into her wet pussy. I found her g-spot and I immediately began rubbing my finger back and forth across it.

“Ohhhhh yeaaahhhhhhh Cassandra thats the spot, right there that feels great.” She moaned in my ear as she pinched my nipples. She moved her head down my chest and started sucking on my swollen red nipples. I slipped another finger into her and picked up the pace. This caused her to lean back against the wall to brace herself.

“Ohhhhhhhh Yessssssssss keep that up and you will have me cumming in no time.” I felt her hands slip down to my pants and she began to unzip them.

She then pulled the pants down to my ankles and noticed the wet spot on my thong. She slipped her hand into my thong and began rubbing my clit. We continued to kiss as I felt two fingers slide into my saturated cunt. She was quick to find my g-stop and began rubbing me there at a rather fast motion that I enjoyed.

“Ohhhhhhhh Alice are you sure you have done this before?” I said to her as I felt myself really getting worked up.

“No I haven’t, I’m just doing to you what I would like done to me, not to say that you are doing anything wrong Cassandra.” Just as she said that I felt my orgasm cumming on. I started to rub her faster and this brought her orgasm on as well.

“Ohhhhhhhh yessssssssss Alice I’mmmmmm Cummingggggggggg.” I moaned as I felt her pussy muscles tighten around my fingers and her juices started to flow down my hand.

“Ohhhhhhhhhh godddddddddddd Cassandra Ohhhhhhhhh yessssssssssssss I’m cuminnnnnnnnngggggggg honey, Don’tttttt Stopppppp.” She moaned as we both cummed from finger fucking each other. At this point were both leaning against the wall. I pulled my two fingers from her wet snatch and licked my fingers clean.

“You taste great Alice.” I told her.

“So do you Cassandra” She replied as she licked her fingers. I leaned over and kissed her again.

“That was great, I really enjoyed myself.” I told her. All of a sudden we heard the door sensor go off.

“Ohh shit I have to get out there” Alice said as she scrambled to get her pants up and button her blouse. She was out of the fitting room a few seconds later with her blouse half way buttoned and the smell of sex coming from between her legs. I pulled up the pants and took the tag off of them. I then put my bra back on and put the sweater on after tearing off the tag. I picked up my suit and stepped back into my heels. I looked at my watch and realized that it was just after 9 and I should be getting to work. I went up to the register and Alice came over and to ring me up.

“Alice you have a little bit of cum on the side of your lip” I whispered to her. She licked it off in a very seductive manner. She only charged me for the pants after she gave me her employee discount of 40% off.

“We should get together some time Alice.” I said to her as I gave her my business card. I told her to call me on my cell. She wrote her phone # on the receipt and then went off to help another customer.

I walked out of the store with a smile on my face. It was just after 9 in the morning and I had just came for a second time with two different women. I walked the 3 blocks over to my hotel and put my suit in my car. I walked into my office and got started with me work day as I felt cum still leaking out of my pussy. I tried to go on with my work day as normal. I got a lot of work done.

Around 12, Aaron called me to see İzmir travesti if I wanted to get together for lunch. I told him that I was really busy and couldn’t today. I asked him what he was doing tonight. He said that we was going out with some friends in the city. He said that he should be back too late. I told him that I may call him and for him to keep his phone on. We said our good byes and I went back to work.

A few minutes later my phone rang it was my boss calling from the corporate office. He proceeded to tell me that he needed me to go out to Palm Springs to help train the staff at the new hotel that we opened out there. I asked him when he needed me out there. He said about 3 weeks or the end of the month. He told me exactly what he wanted me to do.

At the end of the phone call he told me that he was giving me a promotion and moving me up to in charge staff training for new hotels. He said that I was see a nice raise in my next pay check and I would be traveling quite a bit. He told me he was very pleased with my work. He also told me that when I wasn’t traveling I would be here at the hotel. After I got off the phone with him I was thrilled since I haven’t gotten a promotion in a couple of years.

I got lunch after that and then got busy with work and booking my trip to Palm Springs. I also noticed that my pussy was wet and my clit needed some attention. I told my secretary that I had a conference call for the next half and hour. I got up and locked my office door and then undid my pants and took them off. I put my pants and my thong underneath my desk and I opened my drawer and pulled out my 6 inch vibrator that I kept in there. Within seconds I had my feet up on the desk and my legs spread as I pumped the vibrator in and out of my hot wet pussy. I had to stop to get my thong. I put in my mouth so I wouldn’t moan out loud. A minute later I was cumming all over my chair.

I left the hotel around 5 pm and went home after fighting with the rush hour traffic. I undressed after getting the mail and put my bra and thong in the laundry. I turned on the bathtub and went down stairs to pour myself a glass of wine. I had time to soak in the tub and then get dressed pack a bag for Joy’s and stop at the supermarket to get wine and dinner for the two of us. After I soaked in the tub for 25 minutes and hopped into the shower and then got out. I went over to my dresser and opened my lingerie draw and started to take out some items. I decided that I was going to wear the outfit I got earlier today at Ann Taylor Loft. I also thought of Alice and the experience in the fitting room with her. I would definitely tell Joy to stop in there to see Alice.

I put aside a pink and black lace cup less bra and the matching g-sting. I grabbed a bag out of my closet and put in a couple of thongs and g-strings and also a sexy white satin teddy and thong into the bag along with the matching thigh high stockings. I grabbed a mini skirt and halter top and put that in the bag as well. I also grabbed a couple of t-shirts and shorts that Aaron had left over at my place. I enjoy wearing his stuff when he isn’t around. I put this stuff in the bag.

Next I went over and grabbed a couple of dildos and butt plugs as well as my anal beads. I grabbed my favorite 8 inch vibrator and then put my makeup and hair stuff as well as my shower stuff. I put the pink and black cup less bra on and the matching g-string I took as second to admire the nice shave job I did on my pussy. I put on the rest of my outfit and then grabbed the bag and my keys and drove to the supermarket. I picked up 3 bottles of wine for us and some chicken and vegetables. I got back into the city and over to Joy’s place by 7:30.

I rang the doorbell and waiting until she opened the door. She let me in and I noticed that she was still dressed in her work clothes. She took the groceries and wine from me as I dropped my bag at the foot of the stairs. I joined her in the kitchen and gave her a nice kiss on the lips.

“How was your day Cassandra.” Joy asked me as she poured me a glass of wine.

“It was great, I got a promotion.” I told her as I reached for the glass of wine that she had just poured me.

“Ohhh thats wonderful we are going to have to celebrate.” Joy said.

“I love this outfit, did you get this morning at Ann Taylor Loft?”

“Yes I did and I also hooked up with the woman that works there in the fitting room.” I told her.

“You are such a little slut Cassandra, Was I not enough for you last night and this morning.” She said with a smile.

“You definitely were it just that the situation came up and I took advantage of it.” I told her. Then I told her about what happened with Alice and told her that she would have to go there and visit Alice one day.

I started making dinner for us and within half and hour we were sitting at the table eating and talking out our workdays and my promotion.

“So Cassandra how do you want to celebrate this promotion?” she asked me as we were clearing off the table.

“Well I would like to celebrate it with the two people that have give me great pleasure and many orgasms over the past 48 hours.” She looked at me with a puzzled look on her face. I got my cell out of my purse and started typing out a text.

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Holiday of Surprises – Day 01

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The break was long overdue — I had bought a villa in Portugal and had spent literally 3 days there in the last year. Not that this break was going to be a long time but as I pulled up in the hire car on a beautiful sunny day I was looking forward to a whole 7 days of doing nothing. No laptop and blackberry turned on once a day for five minutes only — those were the rules.

My friend Luis had been in and opened everything up a day or two before and I had stopped off at his bar on the way to the villa to thank him and have a couple of drinks before arrival.

He had also stocked the fridge — fresh bread, pate, chicken, salad, cheese, fresh coffee, several bottles of wine and most importantly orange juice, lots of ice and three large bottles of Grey Goose Vodka — perfect!

I walked into the lounge and pulled up the blinds that kept the heat out from the patio doors and opened them wide and stepped on to the terrace. The pool glistened in the sun a deep deep blue. I looked to my right down the valley and watched the sea come in to the little cove that was only 100 yards away.

I went back in, took my bag into the bedroom and quickly opened it and put the clothes away — I had packed light with T shirts shorts and swimming shorts. Quickly changing into a pair I slung a towel over my shoulder, dropped my toilet bag in the bathroom and was back down stairs

A quick stop at the bar/kitchen where I filled a large glass with ice, splashed it half full with Grey Goose and topped it up with fresh orange — picked up my Marlboros and lighter and deposited myself on a sun bed. A quick slurp of the most refreshing drink in the world, a cigarette lit up and I was relaxing with the sunglasses down and my eyes closed.

I spent the next hour relaxing — up for a swim, either up and down the pool or just floating in the sun — back to the lounger and occasionally back inside to replenish my drink — after a while I dozed off.

I woke up and after looking at my watch realised I had been asleep for about two hours — it was still hot and I stretched on the lounger and lay back feeling totally at one with the world.

The silence that had accompanied me on arrival, save for the waves which could just about be heard was no longer there — I could hear voices and determined that they were coming from the garden of the villa next door. Cursing the interruption of my own private heaven I got up and walked back towards the villa with my glass. The bar/kitchen had a side window and as I topped up my glass with more ice, Grey Goose and Orange Juice I looked out.

The villa next door did not have a pool but had a very large garden — about 50 yards away two sun loungers had been set up and I could see two women sunbathing and chatting. They were both in their fifties and had set up the loungers with a table between them and were enjoying a bottle (or three by the looks of it) of white wine.

Both women were sunbathing Ankara travesti topless and I could see that one had very full breasts with brown nipples which, as she laid back had dropped to either side of her body. Her companion by contrast had very small boobs but again with very pert nipples — both women were big hipped and carried a little excess weight. My immediate thoughts were annoyance at the disturbance of my relaxation but also a slight pleasure at having such nice things to look at and indeed as I looked them I felt a stirring and I believe my cock actually twitched a little.

I selected a book from the bookcase and walked back out with my drink. One of the women looked over and called out “ola” to which I waved back. I settled down again.

A little later I had been for a couple of further swims and the evening was approaching. I had got decidedly hungry and had intended to go down to a tapas bar in the town and have something. I decided however that this was something I could do later in the week and as it was still hot I wanted to stay out as much as possible.

I decided to make myself a snack and put together some chicken, fresh bread and salad which I brought out to the terrace and set up on the table, returning with a lovely bottle of white wine.

As I sat down I noticed that the ladies next door were packing up, putting their bikini tops back on and as they walked back to their villa on the other side of the wall they both looked over and waved — I responded with “Boa Tarde” and “Com Esta” in my best Portugese and they came closer — once we were within four feet or so of each other and they started to speak I realised that they were Germans — they had no English and I had no German.

By sign language we determined that they were renting the villa and that they were also there for a week. We both worked out that we thought the area and the weather was lovely although the gestures from the ladies indicated that they felt it was too hot. They made disappointed faces and pointed to their garden miming swimming and I got the impression that they were unhappy at not having a pool. I waved my hand towards my pool and muttered something about anytime they wanted a swim they were welcome — I wasn’t sure they understood but I know that “Ja Ja” and “danke” was said by them several times. They retired to their villa.

I finished my snack and cleared up — I then showered and changed and drove down to my friend’s bar where I had a few drinks and met up with some people I know who were local.

When I got back it was about 11.00 and still extremely hot even though it was dark. I opened the doors and stepped out on to the terrace after putting the pool and pool area lights on — once again the pool looked really inviting, this time illuminated from within — I was glad I had wanted to have those lights installed — it really made the pool look good.

I had another drink and sat Konya travesti and looked at the water. “Sod it! — I came to relax and I was going to” — I went inside to get my shorts and towel and finding them still wet I picked up another towel and walked back out. Undressing quickly I dived in to the pool feeling the water cool and refreshing on my naked body. I swam several lengths and then floated on my back enjoying the relaxation.

After about 15 minutes I was just contemplating whether to stay in or come out when the two ladies came out on to their terrace next door — they looked at me again and we waved. They came over to the wall and I swam to the edge of the pool nearest them. Again the sign language from which I gathered they had stayed in and had a meal — they still gestured that it was too hot even though it was late and looked really jealous when I splashed the water and said “nice”

One of them then mimed swimming and pointed to them both and to me — I eventually worked out that they were inviting them selves for a swim — I nodded and said “of course” whereupon one of them left and two minutes later came back with a couple of bottles of champagne and three glasses. The wall between the gardens was quite low and they successfully managed to climb over despite their evident tipsiness and the fact that neither of then could be termed athletic.

Once over they opened the bottle, poured out the glasses and put them on the side of the pool. They then proceeded to remove their sarongs and both came down the steps in bikinis to join me in the water. It was at that point that I remembered I was naked.

Initially they both stayed in the shallow end after collecting a drink each — I stayed further up the pool and drank my champagne wondering if this was going to be embarrassing. Once they had finished their drinks they topped up the glasses again and began to move around the pool a bit more. They were chatting to each other in German and occasionally would smile at me and say “nice — cool — wunderbar” to which I responded with a smile.

We had also got as far as introducing each other and the larger lady was called Ellen and the smaller one Greta.

Ellen was obviously a good swimmer — she had finished her drink and was swimming up and down the pool stopping now and then to chat. At the opposite end of the pool she said something to Greta and then dived down into the water and proceeded to swim two lengths underwater coming back up next to Greta at the end she had started from.

When she surfaced she looked at me and smiled and said something to her friend whose face looked shocked initially and then they both smiled at each other.

Greta got out of the pool and opened the second bottle — instead of walking around the pool she got back in with their glasses and standing in the shallow end she filled them up — she then gestured to me to come and get some more champagne İzmir travesti so I picked up my glass and swam over — she filled my glass and then Ellen raised her glass and said “prost” to which we all responded. Greta was looking at me and started to talk in German which I did not understand — I was attentively trying to listen and did not notice that Ellen had moved round to behind me.

As we chatted and tried to make sense of what each other was saying I felt a hand on the side of my thigh which slowly moved round to my front and grasped my cock — instantly it stiffened and her hand started to move back and forth pulling back my foreskin and rubbing with her thumb along the tip of my helmet — I looked round and she was smiling – I put my glass on the side and slipped my hand around her ample waist. She did the same with her glass and transferred her other had so that both were now on my cock.

I reached round behind her and undid her bikini top releasing her huge breasts — I sucked hungrily on her nipple and it rose stiff and erect. My other hand slid down her front and into her pants where I found a very hairy pussy which as soon as I extended my finger seemed to grab me in its wetness.

She pulled away, removed her undone bikini top and reached down and took off her bottoms. While she was doing this I looked round for Greta and saw her sitting on the pool steps staring at us with the widest eyes I had ever seen.

Ellen came towards me, put her hands on my shoulders and swung her legs around my hips — removing one hand she reached down and took hold of my cock and guided it into her — she then slid down its full length until we were locked together. I started to thrust slowly at first grabbing her arse cheeks and pulling her on to me but as I built up a rhythm with her legs floating on the water I was able to support her and fuck her very hard at the same time. Her huge breasts bobbed about on the water with the nipples sticking out erect and proud.

I was really enjoying the feel of her tight pussy as my cock slid in and out and she was moaning and had thrown her head back and her legs were clamped tight around my waist.

I felt two hands on my shoulders from behind and they slid down my back and were rubbing my arse — one finger stroked up and down my arse crack and then the hand moved down between my legs and cupped my balls as I thrust in and out of Ellen. I looked over my shoulder and saw Greta and she leaned in and kissed me with her tongue deep in my throat. Holding Ellen with one arm I moved my hand back and found a smooth pussy with huge labia — I parted them and pushed a finger a little way in. This was fantastic!

Greta let go of me and moved round to Ellen — she cupped one boob in her hand and sucked on her erect nipple while I fucked her hard — Ellen was really moaning by now and the attention to her tits was sending her over the edge — I could not hold out much longer and, pulling Ellen to me I came with full force shooting deep inside her.

We ended up sitting on the pool steps recovering from what had been a wonderful experience — I went to bed that night thinking about what had happened and wondering what the rest of the week had to offer.

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House call

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I was still in a delighted daze after my first experience with Julie. I looked forward eagerly to our next meeting, specially when she responded favorably to my request that she wear stockings and garters for me in the future..

Before I could call her, Julie called me. She said that her mother Mrs. Smith, who was my patient was feeling unwell and so could not keep her office appointment. Would it be possible for me to stop by the house. Of course I readily agreed to this not only because I liked Mrs. Smith, but also because it would give me an opportunity however brief to see Julie.

That afternoon was free so off I went, carrying my little black bag. Mrs Smith and Julie lived in a pleasant home about ½ an hour from my office. On my arrival Julie greeted me warmly, and once inside the door she kissed me hungrily, and pressed her body up against me. My Cock hardened immediately. Reluctantly I tore myself away and asked about my patient. “She’s upstairs in bed” said Julie, and pointed out the way. I went up to a bedroom where I found Mrs. Smith lying in bed. She greeted me warmly, but did not appear to be very ill or even indisposed. I asked her what her problem was, and she pointed to her stomach. I told Mrs. Smith that I would examine her, but would like to have Julie in the room while I examined her. I called to Julie who answered that she would be right up, but that I might start in the meantime.

I pulled back the bed sheet and to my astonishment saw that Mrs. Smith was clothed only in a lacy black garter Ankara travesti belt whose straps framed her upper thighs and vagina. The latter was covered by grayish brown curls. The garter belt supported dark gray, fully fashioned nylons worn on long, still shapely legs. “ I hear that you have a liking for Garters and Stockings,” Mrs. Smith said and smiled. Before I could answer she reached up to my trousers and began fondling my rapidly hardening and enlarging Cock. I was almost paralyzed and speechless. She expertly unzipped my pants as she sat up in bed. Then she gently freed my bursting Cock from my shorts and before I could say a word took it into her mouth. Within seconds she was giving me a blow job whose expertise even exceeded that of the blow job given me the day before by her daughter Julie. Her warm tongue caressed the tip of my Cock and found its opening, with which she toyed. Then her mouth engulfed my Cock in its entirety, all the while she was playing her tongue up, down, and around it providing me with indescribably pleasurable sensations. I could not, and really didn’t want to delay the inevitable explosion. I very soon felt the familiar sensation of warmth and tingling in my Balls and Cock that indicated I was about to come. I warned her that I was about to come

She looked up with the same expression that had been on Julie’s face the day before as we got out of the Hot-tub. “That’s OK,” she said. “That’s exactly what the Doctor ordered to make me feel better.” Whereupon I came Konya travesti in explosive waves that seemed never to stop. Mrs. Smith swallowed everything, and afterwards licked my Cock clean with apparent gusto.

“Could I have a treatment too?” I heard Julie’s voice. Unnoticed by me she apparently had been standing at the door to the bedroom watching everything. Of course I agreed, and together she and Mrs. Smith rapidly undressed me, and made room for me on the bed.

Mrs. Smith began to kiss my breasts and to play with my Cock, that once again stood to attention. “That’s not fair Mom” said Julie. “Its my turn now.” She too had stripped down to her own Garter belt and Nylons. The former framed her golden-brown haired vagina and the latter her trim, long legs and thighs. This of course further inflamed my desire and of course my erection.

I looked at both women. Mrs. Smith was an older version of Julie. They had very similar features, complexions, and hair coloring, although her mother’s hair was expertly colored with an attractive gray tint. Even their bodies were similar, except that Mrs. Smith had some abdominal wrinkles, and her breasts were larger, and nipples more prominent but not as firm as were Julie’s.

As Julie kissed her Mother’s mouth she licked some of my cum that remained on her lips and tongue. They embraced warmly and Julie kissed her way down her Mother’s body. She reached her mother’s breasts and fondled and sucked them until the nipples became prominent and İzmir travesti hard. When she reached her mother’s groin Mrs. Smith spread her legs and Julie enthusiastically began to lick the Vaginal lips. Her tongue soon found her mother’s Clitoris. Mrs. Smith began to breathe hard and writhed and moaned with obvious pleasure. She clutched Julie’s head close to her Vagina with with one hand, while she stroked my Cock with the other.

I could not be a spectator any longer so I moved to the head of the bed. There, I knelt on my knees over Mrs. Smith’s head and slowly inserted my bursting and rock hard Cock into Julie’s Vagina. It plunged into the warm, moist, clinging cavity with hardly any resistance .Julie moved in unison with me. She met every twist, thrust and turn with a corresponding one of her own. In the meantime her mother’s mouth lay directly under my balls. Every time I withdrew my Cock from Julie’s Vagina and reinserted it, Mrs. Smith kissed and licked it. Occasionally she kissed, licked and nibbled at my balls. Soon the three of us were all moving like a well synchronized, well oiled machine, and we all were racing to the same conclusion. That came in a very short time. Mrs. Smith writhed and cried out as she began to come. At the same time I felt the muscles of Julie’s vagina squeezing my Cock as she came which of course stimulated my own release. I come again and again in profuse amounts. Our passions gradually subsided and we lay exhausted, and dripping with sweat on the bed. The only motion came from Mrs. Smith who lapped up the Cum that leaked from Julie’s Vagina.

For the next several minutes we lay entwined together as a jumble of arms and legs, and kissed and fondled each other.

“Aren’t we lucky” said Mrs. Smith. “We’ve found a doctor who still makes house calls.”

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