Her Dark Desire

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“I want you to find me a black guy.”

That statement came as I was leaving Dean and Stacy’s home at the end of my regular Friday night visit. Dean has erectile problems and I have been taking care of his wife’s sexual needs for several years. I looked at Dean and saw from his expression that he was as surprised as I was to hear Stacy say that. We had teased her for quite a while about wanting to watch her with a black guy. We had watched porn movies together and black guys did arouse her but she had several reservations. She disliked condoms so disease was a serious consideration. She didn’t want such a liaison to occur in her home and going to a hotel would make her feel like a hooker. The only option left was to meet at the man’s home which should be relatively close by. We had discussed this many times but Dean and I never thought we would hear what she had just said.

“Are you serious?” I said, not able to hide my surprise.

“Yes, I’ve decided I want to and I trust you to find the right man for me,” she said firmly.

My heart raced with excitement and I imagined Dean’s did also. I had often fantasized about her getting fucked by a big, black cock but now there was at least a chance, if I could find the right person. Stacy had just tuned 60 and was in great physical shape. She stands 5′ 5″ and has an erotic body; shapely legs, lovely ass, and big tits. She likes to wear sexy clothes, lingerie, stockings and heels etc. for sex and enjoys showing off her body. Occasionally she does a striptease for Dean and me before sex and could earn money doing it if she ever had the inclination. She’s a very sexy, horny mature woman with a fine body who loves sex and experiences multiple orgasms. I think I’m a very lucky man to be involved sexually with her.

I was still somewhat in shock and I heard myself saying, Okay, leave it with me and I see what I can do.”

I drove home with a great sense of responsibility. I took the trust she had placed in me seriously and I wanted to get it right. There was not much sleep for me that night, ideas and images coursed through my brain and I was up at five working on an ad for Adult Friend Finder. After several rewrites I settled on the following and emailed it to Stacy and Dean.

‘Happily Married Mature Couple and Male Friend in 60’s: Seeking a well educated, intelligent and humorous Black Male to join us on a regular basis for threesomes and foursomes. Wife is highly sexual and needs lots of attention. Loves foreplay, oral, toys, long sessions, stockings, heels, lingerie and flaunting her body. We enjoy occasional, light B&D and spanking, role play and innovative ideas for sexual enjoyment. No anal. You must be considerate, polite, D/D free (proof required), inventive, non-smoking, well-endowed and be able to host at your home. Send at least a facial to be considered and more if you wish.’

On the following Friday Dean took photos. The first one of Stacy and me together, she was in sexy lingerie, stockings and heels and I was naked with one arm around her waist and sporting an erection, as I usually do when I’m with her. The other was a horny rear view of Stacy bent over showing off her lovely legs, ass and pussy. We went to the website, paid and submitted our ad. It was agreed that I would vet any replies and only show Stacy facial photographs for her approval. It was a given that the prospective man would have a big cock, Stacy wanted that as much as Dean and I but she didn’t need to see photos of his endowment, she would wait until meeting the person. If anyone met our strict requirements I would arrange to meet them at a neutral location to consider compatibility, age and general feelings about him.

Over the next week there were seven replies. Four were from white guys who obviously had trouble reading English and were automatically disqualified. The other three were black but for one reason or another were not suitable. Stacy was disappointed but Dean and I encouraged her to be patient, it had only been a week. A month passed without success then I received a reply that looked very promising. He was 55, recently divorced and worked as an architect. Two photos were attached; the first showed a handsome face and the second a well-built, naked body, that Stacy would like, and a big, very thick erection that his ad said was over 10″ long and almost 8″ in girth. He was 6 feet tall and weighed 200lbs. He had attached a copy of a recent clear bill of health report, was a non-smoker, didn’t use drugs and owned a condo a fifteen minute drive from Dean and Stacy. He had ticked all the boxes, the only respondent to do so and I emailed his facial photo to Stacy with the caption, ‘LOOKS VERY PROMISING.’

“So what do you think of him?” I asked Stacy upon arrival at her home on Friday night.

“Umm, he looks very nice,” she replied with a big smile.

“She’s been horny ever since she received the photo,” Dean said.

“So, do I proceed?”

“Yes…definitely! Now I’ve said it I’m suddenly Ankara travesti nervous but very excited,” she said with a smile and a slight flushing of her face.

“I thought you would like him, I already have a meeting arranged with him for Sunday at a coffee shop. If everything goes well are you prepared to meet with him next Friday?”

“Yes, I can’t stop thinking what it will be like to have sex with a black guy, it makes me really horny.”

I gave my friends the other details about Elliot, leaving out any mention of his endowment; that would stay a surprise for Stacy. I met with Elliot on Sunday afternoon and his credentials were excellent, he was perfect for us. We chatted for over an hour and it ended with an invitation to his condo on Friday night. I said I would discuss it with my friends but I was sure that Stacy would be very eager to meet him. I called her from the car on my way home and the excitement was evident in her voice.

“It’s going to feel like a long week,” she said before we said bye.

And it was a long week for all of us I’m sure but Friday evening finally arrived and I drove into Stacy and Dean’s driveway a little before seven. Dean opened the door and Stacy was standing just behind him looking very sexy and a little nervous. She gave me a big smile as we embraced and kissed and she felt my erection press against her.

“You feel as horny as I am,” she said sultrily and rubbed my crotch.

I squeezed her bottom, “I hope you’re ready for a lot of cock, including a black one, in that hot pussy tonight. Dean and I have waited a long time to see this.”

“Oh, I’m ready, I’ve been ready all week,” she said smiling.

“C’mon,” Dean chimed, “you don’t want to be late for your first black cock,” and he picked up a small hold-all bag.

We piled into the car for the short drive and parked in the visitor parking lot. It was an upscale condo with well-designed landscaping and when we entered the front doors it just got better. I looked through the security doors as I pressed the buzzer for Suite 2624 and the foyer looked very smart indeed. Elliot said hello, and when I responded he released the door and we made our way to the elevator. I pressed the button 26 and we were on our way to the top floor. The elevator purred quietly as it went up and Stacy immediately began to fondle our cocks and we playfully mauled her. The elevator stopped and there was a collective sigh as we stepped out and proceeded down the hallway to 2624 and I rang the bell.

Elliot welcomed us into his spacious, tastefully decorated, two-storey condo. There were several abstract paintings on the walls and a piano took pride of place sitting in front of a bank of high windows leading to the veranda and the view of Lake Ontario beyond. The furniture and fittings looked modern, comfortable and expensive. I introduced Elliot to Dean and Stacy and by the warm smile on her face I knew that she approved of my choice. He took our jackets, invited us to sit and offered wine. We chatted as we sipped our Reisling and the overall relaxed mood was tinged with sexual excitement and anticipation. No one seemed to know how to proceed from the chatting stage until Stacy drained her glass, stood and picked up the hold-all.

“Elliot, I’d like to get changed if it’s okay with you. Is there someplace I can do that, please?” she asked.

“Of course,” he replied, rising from the sofa and led Stacy to the spiral staircase. “Second door on the left, it has an en-suite and you should find everything there you might need.”

Stacy started up the stairs, exaggerating the sway of her hips and, of course we all leered at her lovely ass as she went.

Elliot returned to the sofa, emptied his glass.”Wow!” he exclaimed, she is lovely and so sexy! Is there anything I need to know before she comes back?”

“She’ll be eager to get fucked,” Dean said with a laugh. “She loves to fuck, suck cock and have her pussy eaten. That’s really all you need to know so just give it to her. You can’t tire her out, the more she gets the more she wants and she’ll go all night, so feel free to fuck her for as long as you can.

Elliot just nodded and I wondered if Dean had laid it on a bit too strong and scared him but after a few seconds of thought he said, “Right, can do.”

A short while later Stacy slinked down the staircase and into the room looking absolutely ravishing, which is exactly what was going to happen to her and what she wanted.

She had decided on the horny, slutty secretary look, one of my favourite outfits; black stilettos, fishnet stockings, garter belt, a tiny thong, a half-cup bra and a very short, micro mini skirt that didn’t quite cover her ass. Several buttons of her white, silk blouse were undone showing a lot of her ample cleavage and the outline of her hard nipple pressing against the silk. Glasses added to her incredibly erotic appearance and Dean had already begun to take photos of her. She paraded around Konya travesti with her sexy, mischievous smile I had become so accustomed to yet never tire of seeing, showing off her lovely body which she was rightly proud of. She fondled her boobs and briefly placed a hand between her legs then blew on it in an exaggerated motion indicating her pussy was hot and I knew that to be true. When she was satisfied that we had seen her from every angle she sat in a chair opposite the large sofa that Elliot and I were sitting on and spread her legs wide over the arms. Her hands moved over her breasts seductively then travelled down to her ass where she spanked each cheek a couple of times then onto her pussy, barely covered by the smallest of thongs, and caressed it suggestively. She stood up and walked towards us, smiling and feeling her tits then she turned and bent over, spreading her legs and placing her hands on the floor.

“Now that’s one way she likes to get fucked,” Dean said as he photographed her.

We had a lovely view of her ass and could see that the tiny strip of material that fought a losing battle to cover her pussy was already damp. She was really horny and ready to be fucked. She backed up to the sofa in a lewd invitation for us to feel her. Elliott followed my lead and our hands roamed over her body, paying special attention to that tiny piece of black material between her legs. I pulled her back onto the sofa between us and her hands went immediately to our crotches. She rubbed our erections and when she felt what was waiting for her beneath Elliot’s pants she turned to me with a big smile and said, “You have done well, I’m going to enjoy this!”

I wanted to watch her with Elliot and I stood up, Get to know Elliot, I’ll watch with Dean for a while,” I said.

“Don’t go too far away,” she said, “I want your cock too.”

Stacy turned her attention to Elliot and they kissed, their tongues exploring each others mouths and she rubbed the growing bulge in his pants and he fondled her pussy and tits. She grinned as she knelt on the floor between his legs and unbuckled his belt and pulled down his pants and underwear. His very long, thick erection sprang into view and she stared at it briefly, taking in the length and girth of the cock she had just exposed. Her fingers explored it gently, as if it were a fragile and expensive piece of crystal, from the massive head, down the thick shaft on then his balls.

“Here, take some photos,” Dean said and handed me the camera. He began to undress and I knew this meant he was having one of those rare occasions when his chemical balance was right and he would be able to get an erection. I wanted to see him fuck Stacy, it didn’t happen very often but I always enjoyed it when both of us fucked her.

I took close-up and distance shots of her playing with her first black cock and balls and shot lots of frames as she leaned forward and took the cock in her mouth. She had to open very wide and her mouth was crammed full but a lot of dick was still left for her hands to jerk. Her tongue danced over the head and lingered to tease the piss hole then went down the shaft to his nuts. Elliot’s cock began to glisten with saliva as she worked on his erection. He lay back moaning quietly and watched her suck his cock. Stacy was really into it now and choked occasionally as she took too much down her throat but there was no question she was thoroughly enjoying it.

As I watched and took photos I began to wonder about this very thick cock and Stacy’s pussy. Although she liked to be fucked hard and deep her pussy was tight. Dean and I had tried to get both our cocks into it at the same time once and it was quite impossible, however much lubricant we used. Elliott would certainly challenge her cunt and the prospect of seeing such a big, thick cock fucking her and listening to her whimper and cry through multiple orgasms was an extremely erotic thought.

Stacy stood up and knelt beside Elliot on the sofa, never letting go of his cock. He unbuttoned her blouse while she jerked him, fully exposing her tits which he fondled then kissed. He pushed her back and looked down at her thong and she spread her legs wide and pulled the thong up between her labia.

“Stand up and stroke your big cock for me, I like to see a man play with his cock before he fucks me,” she said in a husky tone. Elliot stood and removed the rest of his clothes then took hold of his erection. “Oh yeah, stroke it, baby. Jerk it and show me that huge knob that will be pushing its way into my little pussy soon. You want to put in there, don’t you?”

“More than anything,” he panted.

“Eat me first,” she said and pulled her thong to one side.

He knelt down and fingered her pussy and clit then his tongue went to work while his hands mauled her tits.

“Ooh yesss, lick it, lick my clit, oooohhh that’s it” she cried and held his head tight to her pussy. “Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, oooohhhh,” she moaned and İzmir travesti her first orgasm ripped through her body and the camera captured it all.

Stacy beckoned me over; I handed the camera back to Dean, stripped off and sat on the sofa beside her. She grabbed my cock and looked up at me with her mouth open and that ‘lost in lust look’ in her eyes that she always got when she climaxed and just wanted to be fucked and fucked. There was no turning back for her now, she would take cock all night and still want more in the morning. Elliot’s tongue continued on her pussy and she whimpered as another orgasm overtook her.

“You want to get fucked now don’t you, you horny slut,” I whispered in her ear.

“Yes, oh yes,” she gasped.

“Are you ready for Elliot’s big, black cock to force its way into your tight, wet cunt?”

“Yes, yes, yes, I want him to fuck my cunt now. I want his black cock deep inside me,” she panted with urgency.

“Then tell him,” I said.

Dean came over, “Tell him you want to get fucked like the slut you are. Tell him you want his big cock in your wet hole,” he said.

It always excited Stacy when Dean talked dirty to her and it had its effect, “Oh, ooh, fuck me Elliot, I’m a horny slut and I need you to fuck me hard and deep. Stick that big, black dick in me and fuck me, fuck me, please fuck me.

“I do believe she wants to be fucked, Elliot. I think you should oblige her, don’t you?” Dean said with his typical humour.

Elliot stood up and hooked Stacy’s legs over his arms pushing them back and spreading her pussy. She looked at his massive, hard cock nearing her pussy and sighed, “Ooh, yeah, yes, fuck me, stick it in and fuck me.”

Stacy jerked my cock while I teased her clit as her first black cock nudged against her pussy lips. She sucked in her breath sharply in anticipation and Dean had the camera working overtime. I held Stacy’s head so she could see Elliot’s cock enter her for the first time as he flexed his legs and pushed in.

“Urrgh, yeah, oh god yeah, yes, yes,” she cried as the big dick pushed into her vagina. Elliot stayed still for a while allowing Stacy to adjust to his giant size then pushed in a little more.

She jerked my cock erratically as Elliot thrust deeper and moved back and forth quicker. Stacy whimpered constantly and Dean moved about with the camera taking photos from different distances and angles and I was glad to see that he was erect. He sat beside his wife and she grabbed his cock and began to masturbate him. Elliot’s cock glistened with pussy juice and he was now giving it to her the way she liked it, hard and deep. Her pussy had taken all of him and she loved it, her orgasms came one after the other and various sounds she emitted were unintelligible. It must have been fifteen minutes before Elliot slowed and pulled out. Stacy’s pussy gaped open and Dean quickly drove his cock into it. Elliot stood on the sofa and straddled Stacy’s chest and fed his cock into her mouth which she took hungrily. Dean pulled out and I had my turn and fucked her hard. Elliot got down and the three of us looked down at Stacy laying on the sofa, her legs still spread and her pussy stretched open and wet. Her eyes were glazed and as she looked up at the three erections she pleaded in little more than a whisper, “Fuck me.”

“I bet we could get both our cock into her now,” I said to Dean.

“You’ve got that right, pal, let’s have a go and he passed the camera to Elliott and gave him the briefest of instructions how to use it.

Dean and I each took a hand and we pulled Stacy onto her feet. She was still in an orgasmic daze and I don’t think she had a clue what we going to do. I lay on the floor and Dean directed Stacy on top of me and I entered her. I eased her forward allowing Dean better access and I felt his cock push in beside mine.

“Oooh,” Stacy cried as we began to move inside her, we coordinated our thrusts so that when Dean pulled back, I pushed in. “Oh my god, that feels so good,” she moaned. Dean never could last to long on the rare occasions that he could stay hard and he got out of sync with me as he closed in on ejaculation.

My cock was all the way inside Stacy’s pussy and I left it there when Dean started to groan. He fucked his wife hard and wild and both of them shrieked and felt his hot cum bathe my cock and Stacy’s vagina. She climbed off me and sucked my cock clean of Dean’s cum.

“Fuck the slut from behind,” Dean said and took the camera from Elliot. Stacy got onto her hands and knees and pushed her ass in the air. I fondled her ass then probed her pussy with his fingers. She was so aroused and after being fucked by Elliot her pussy easily accepted my cock and I began to steadily screw her. Elliot knelt in front of her and stuffed his dick into her mouth.

We changed places after a while and as Elliot got into position Dean called out with excitement in his voice, “Fuck her, Elliot; give it to her hard with that big cock, she loves it from behind. Fuck my slutty wife; make her scream and cream all over your dick.”

Stacy lifted her mouth from my cock just long enough to blurt, “Oh yes, fuck me,” excited by her husband’s words and he photographed her being fucked at both ends.

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The following is a true story. Names have been changed for obvious reasons.

I suppose from my youth, I’ve always been attracted to women older than myself. I can remember as a curious kid, trying to sneak peaks at the women in our family. I’m sure there is a scientific or psychological term for my yearnings, but looking back on it, I’ll just have to chalk it up to “typical boy hormones”. By the way, my name is Steve.

I grew up in what I would consider “normal” southern suburban surroundings in the 60’s & 70’s. Dad worked while mom stayed home, cooked, cleaned, canned, and sewed. We went to church every Sunday, would go to the park with friends, have barbeques and homemade ice cream (remember the old green bucket with the metal hand crank?). We were not what I’d call “well off”, but made do with what we had and as I look back on it, it really was a great life to have as a child.

Growing up in the suburbs, things stayed pretty much at a norm. Occasionally, a family would move away and another moved in, but for the most part the people that lived there, eventually died there. It was very close to what you might see in a movie; a bicycle in every yard, kids playing ball in the street or a neighbor’s yard, a dog or two running loose around the houses, a squabble in a yard with mothers flying out the front doors to break it up. As I said, it was typical suburban USA in all aspects of that era.

Our next-door neighbors were a family with four kids whose youngest child was right at ten years older than me, so while I knew them and they knew me, I was too young to be a part of their child-hood/neighborhood group. One day, a moving van pulled up to their house and I asked mom what was going on. She explained that the “mom” was moving out. I really didn’t understand what a divorce meant at that early age, but later came to accept the fact that from now on, only the “dad” would be living there. He was a nice gentleman and since he was gone most of the time (he was a truck driver, which probably assisted to the demise of his marriage), I really didn’t see much of him.

Time went on and since no one was at his house; we would keep an eye on it for him. He even left us a key so we could take his mail in every couple of days, turn the heat up in case of a hard freeze, etc. I remember taking his mail in one time and finding his “stash” of magazines. (Okay, I was snooping and found them…sue me!) Sex was never a topic of discussion in our home. I was told the basic “birds & bees” early on and either mom or dad would answer any of my questions, but back then we just didn’t talk about it or have the Internet for information. What you learned about sex was from what you read, what your heard, or what you experienced. Anyway, the magazines helped answer some questions I had about the female form, so from then on, I was always ready and willing to help out by running next door to take his mail inside.

His kids came over when he was home and visited, but as I said, they were much older, so they paid me little attention. Years later, on one such visit, the youngest stayed after his sisters loaded up and left. By this time, the son, Charles had just graduated high school and decided to live with his dad or at his dad’s house while he was “on the road” as he called it.

One day, a couple of years later Charles, the son, was out in the front yard working on his car and curiosity got the best of me and Ankara travesti I walked over to see what he was doing. Dad and I had long since been working on the family car since we really could not afford to take them to a mechanic, and it made for a great learning tool for me and excellent “quality time” for my dad and I. Charles was elbow deep in grease and I offered my help. As you might expect, he was not too excited to have “a kid” there, but when I handed him a wrench he needed before he even asked for it, I think he realized I might not be in the way after all and glad to have me there to give him a hand. He even let me jump in to see if it would start. Looking back, he probably just didn’t want to take the chance of getting his upholstery greasy. After it cranked, he said “Thanks, Steve” and that’s how we became friends.

As I stated, Charles was right at ten years older but, as years went by, he would help me with my bike if dad was at work or a lawn mower I couldn’t get to crank and I’d give him a hand if he ever needed it. One day, he asked me to help him with a plumbing problem in the house and I anxiously agreed to give him a hand. As it turned out, he just needed an extra set of hands to hold a fitting while he threaded and tightened it. After the job was complete, he asked me if I would like a Coke to drink and I accepted it, as soda was a luxury and not as commonplace in my home as it is today. As I sat in the living room, I saw one of “those magazines” sitting on the table beside me. He laughed at me and said, “Go ahead, and take a look at it”. I’m sure I turned fifty shades of red as I had been caught trying to sneak a look at the cover. Seeing my reluctance, he offered to let me take it home with the understanding that if I got caught with it, I would deny where I got it. Thus began a regular visit to his house to visit the “library” as we called it to “check out/borrow” another magazine from his collection. How cool was that? I had an unlimited supply of magazines at my disposal. Life was good!

This went on until one day, I went over and a woman answered the door. “Uh, is Charles here?” I asked. She replied that he had gone to the store and would be back shortly. I told her my name and that I lived next door. She introduced herself as Margie, and invited me inside. I was slightly embarrassed and dumbstruck standing on the porch trying to come up with an excuse as to why I was there, so I went inside and sat down, as it was cooler in the house than outside, nervously attempting to watch the television while sneaking peaks at her.

She wasn’t a super-model or beauty queen, but she was definitely cute; slender, long legs, nice curves, long brown hair, deep blue eyes and most importantly, only wearing very short cut-offs and a halter-top. As we sat, she leaned over the coffee table for something and her halter opened enough that I saw most of my first breast up close. Granted, it wasn’t a full view and it was two or three feet away, but I still wanted to look. I’m sure she caught me peeking because when I looked up at her, she was blushing a bit and made an effort to adjust her top and smiled at me. I figured modesty had overcome her because nothing else really happened. After a bit, she took a deep breath and made several more efforts to either pick something up or move it around on the table allowing me a few more glimpses. I guess she was “giving me a thrill”.

It Konya travesti seemed like an hour, but I’m sure it was less than five minutes when Charles walked in carrying a sack of groceries. She was cool as a cucumber, but I’m sure he could see my “dilemma” (the magazine under my shirt) and explained to her that I occasionally came over to check out his library. She understood and Charles nodded his head towards the spare bedroom and said, “Go ahead, Steve”. I headed down the hall, made a quick choice and left with another magazine, after saying thanks and goodbye. I’m sure they got quite a laugh at me after I left, but nothing was ever said. I could hardly wait to lock myself in the bathroom after that episode.

They eventually got married and seemed very happy, and she always had a smile on her face. When she would see me she would always wave and it seemed she occasionally made an effort to give me another peak whenever she could, but that was it. Of course, it “wasn’t proper” for me to go over to their house as often, but Margie and I also became friends and I was always welcome in their home. They both watched me grow up.

It after my 18th birthday and I was a senior in high school that she asked me to come next door and help her with a project. She was rearranging their furniture and needed a hand before Charles got home from work. Even though it didn’t seem that long, we worked for several hours rearranging almost every room in the house. By mid afternoon, we had located everything where she wanted it and she offered me a Coke as I plopped down on the sofa.

We just made small talk until I finished my drink and stood to leave. She offered to pay me, but I refused and headed towards the door. As I reached the doorknob, I turned around to say bye and she was standing right behind me. She then grabbed my arm and turned me to face her directly, looked me straight in the eyes and said, “I know you just had your birthday and we didn’t get you anything”. That struck me as really weird. As far as I knew, neither of them even knew what day it was, as they had never acknowledged my birthday in the past.

Margie closed the distance between us and grabbed me by the both arms and pulled me closer. “I’ve watched you grow up into a very good-looking young man”. I was starting to worry because I knew I had a “growing problem” (in those days the wind could blow a certain way and I’d have a growing problem) below and didn’t want her to notice it. It was then I realized that sometime between moving the furniture and now, she had unbuttoned her shirt to the point right above where her bra would start and I had an uninterrupted view of her cleavage.

As I looked down, she pulled me closer, smiled and said, “Go ahead. Isn’t that what Charles told you the first day we met?” I was confused and I’m sure flushed. Here I was, an 18 year old virgin looking down at a Margie’s cleavage and all I could think about was running home and taking matters in my own hands. I made an attempt to pull away, but she only increased her hold and slid her arms around my neck. “Go ahead”. I vaguely remember as I slowly put my hands on her hips while staring into the bluest eyes I had ever seen. I was spellbound. Looking back, I guess I’d always had a teenage “crush” on her.

Just for the record, at this age, I was around 6 feet tall and 150 pounds soaking wet. I towered over both of them, as he was about İzmir travesti 5’8″ with an average build. She was 5’6″, perfect figure, and right then a goddess.

Now up until this point in my life, I had kissed a girl or two, but this was a full-grown woman and my next-door neighbor to boot. I’ll admit I was a scared bundle of mixed emotions. I was horny as hell, but this was Charles’ wife and I had a problem betraying him. Who said a hard dick has no conscience? I once again tried to pull away, my mind screaming “THIS IS WRONG”, but she only tightened her grip around my neck and closed the distance between our lips when she again repeated, “Go ahead”.

It was then that she leaned in to kiss me and all resolve left my body. I slowly slid my hands from her hips and encircled her with my arms. I remember feeling her tongue touching my lips and I opened my mouth slightly allowing my tongue to do the same. Sometime during all of this, I realized that my hands had started to roam her back continuing up to her bra strap and then around her body to her sides where I could barely feel the swell of her breasts. The same breasts she had allowed me to peak at years ago were now within inches of my fingers. She then moved her body away a bit so I could cup the sides while we continued to kiss. Once again, what seemed like hours was probably only a few seconds when she broke the kiss.

Now again, I will also have to admit that while growing up, I had taken the liberty to feel a tit or two if I had the chance, but this was altogether different. This was a grown woman. This was Margie. She looked me in the eyes and then looked down at my hands cupping the sides of her breasts and back into my eyes. Margie nodded and softly said, “Go ahead” as she pulled away further allowing me to bring my hands around to her front and fully cup them through her shirt and bra. I couldn’t believe it.

Here was a woman over ten years older giving me permission to touch her breasts. All I could do was watch as I felt and squeezed a grown woman’s breasts for the first time. When I looked up, she was smiling and leaned in for another kiss. I remember her softly moaning as I caressed and we kissed. Birthday presents from then on would have a hard act to follow!

Somehow, in the “throes of passion”, she had managed to pin me against the front door and wrap her right leg around me pressing her body against mine. Of course, I had no problem with anything she was doing at this point, as all my senses were on overload. She suddenly broke our kiss, pulled her arms from around my neck and pulled away from me.

I’m sure I looked quite comical standing there with my hands in a cup fashion grasping nothing but air. I started to panic. I thought I’d done something wrong. How do I fix this and get back to the most erotic moment of my life? She seemed to have read the look on my face, smiled again, and took me by the hand pulling me towards the same sofa we had just moved.

I can still remember everything seeming to move in slow motion as she seated herself on the cushion near the center of the couch while…

To be continued…?

Note: This is my first EVER attempt at writing. These events actually happened to me and I am trying to put them into my own words while embellishing for a more erotic appeal, while staying within the guidelines of LITEROTICA. I do not claim to be a writer of erotica, but I find the memories to be noteworthy even to this day. I did not have this edited by anyone, as I wanted the words to be mine. I hope you enjoyed it and while I encourage constructive criticism, your comments will decide whether or not I post the rest of the story. Thanks for reading.

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Celluloid Dreams

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Ruth Carter sat at the old desk in the back room of All Star Video. The last of her employees had gone home a half hour before and the fifty-one year old felt justified in having a cold beer as she worked. It was an indulgence she would’ve fired anyone on her staff for taking.

Part of that attitude was, of course, due to the fact that the average age of employees at All Star was eighteen. From the day she and her now ex-husband had opened the store fifteen years before, there had been two ironclad rules she had gone by.

The first was to always hire the cheapest help possible. Experience had taught her that usually consisted of high school and college students who didn’t have much of a problem with either minimum wage or the lack of benefits as long as the hours were flexible enough. If any of them grew tired of the job, there were always others ready to take their place. After all, how hard was it to keep the shelves stocked and check tapes in and out.

The other tenet, which she considered even more important than the first, was to always make sure that the inventory reflected what customers wanted. In keeping with that belief, Ruth made it a point to review rental records every week to see just what was renting and what wasn’t. That was one reason customers kept coming back to All Star, despite the larger variety available at most chain stores.

When they had first opened the store, the weekly review used to take the better part of a night. Then, about three years ago, Ruth had the good fortune to have hired a kid really good with computers. Bored with the repetitious work the job called for, he had offered to write a program to make it easier to keep track of inventory. Now it took less than an hour. Ruth had been so impressed by the program, she’d actually given him a bonus for the work, the first and last she had ever given.

The program broke the rentals down by category and Ruth took note of a few tapes that hadn’t been rented in a while. If there was no activity on them soon, she’d move them to the for sale bin and order something new to take their place. It was a funny thing but the same people who wouldn’t rent a particular video, would buy that same title if they thought they were getting a good deal on it.

Finishing most of the review, Ruth turned her attention to the adult videos. People would’ve been surprised to discover that, despite public pronouncements against such movies by prominent individuals, they accounted for almost a third of all rentals. It was also a category that required a lot of attention, as customer taste in these types of films was very inconsistent. A distributor might swear that the video in which a big boobed blond does ten black guys was the biggest seller on the East Coast, but if it sat on her shelves it wasn’t worth the tape it was copied on

In reviewing the rentals, Ruth only saw account numbers and normally had no idea of which of her several hundred customers was personally renting what. One exception was the free account she gave to her employees to help offset the low salaries. These accounts had distinctive id numbers. Each of them was able to rent five movies a week without charge. The only restriction was that they couldn’t take any new arrivals. The last thing she wanted was the staff taking them home and have paying customers take their business elsewhere.

When she first started the practice, Ruth noticed early on that many of them used their freebies on adult films. In some cases, this was done by teens not old enough to rent them. Since they were doing the transactions themselves, Ruth usually looked the other way. After all, she’d hardly been an angel at that age herself. Of course if it were ever brought to her attention officially, she’d have to do something about it.

Personally, Ruth never had much interest in adult films, preferring her sexual encounters to be more real. Still, she knew they served a purpose for some people. One thing she did find interesting was the insight some of the rentals gave into the sexual tastes of her employees.

One employee, for example, seemed to be very partial to videos dealing with anal sex. Something she wondered if his girlfriend, whom Ruth had met, had any inkling of. Another had a strong passion for films dealing with women of color. Last summer, she was even mildly shocked to discover that one of the girls, now gone on to college, was taking home tapes that dealt exclusively with lesbian sex. Yet for the most part, most of the adult rentals tended to be of the garden variety. What the salt and pepper haired woman tended to think of as man meets woman, man fucks woman, and then the women fucks someone else.

Ruth was just about finished with both her beer and the review, bringing up the list of films she had previously marked as to be pulled for the discount bin. She was surprised to see that not only had five of them been rented in the last week, but that they had all been taken out by one of the boys who worked for Ankara travesti her.

She remembered marking these tapes last month, thinking at the time that ordering them in the first place had been a waste of money. It was only the fact that they were part of a package deal that she took them in the first place. Her reasoning being that all the films featured women in their forties and fifties. It was her belief that most of the men who rented adult films preferred to watch girls in their twenties, or in some cases even younger.

And yet, here was an eighteen-year old taking them all out. Was it just curiosity on his part, she wondered? But if that was the case, why take out all five? Wouldn’t one or two have done it?

Her own curiosity now sparked, Ruth brought up the full record for the account. Sure enough, the record showed three other adult tapes in the inventory that featured older women, as well as a few regular films that featured older/younger affairs. Evidently the young man had quite a thing for mature women.

“Who’d have thought it?” Ruth said to herself as she shut down the computer and got ready to head home.

Ruth stepped back into the outer store to check everything before she left for the night. After double-checking the front door and the alarm, she walked over to the panel where the light switches where and was about to turn them off when her eyes glanced into the small room off to the side where the adult videos were kept. She thought about it a moment, then left the light switch untouched, stepping into the adjacent room instead.

Quickly locating the films the young man had rented, she picked them up and looked at the boxes. Intrigued, she took two of them back into the main room. Turning on the VCR and television behind the counter, Ruth pushed one of the tapes into the recorder. Then she picked up the remote control and began to fast forward through the tape, stopping at anything that looked interesting.

The first thing she noticed was that the woman actually in the film bore little resemblance to those depicted on the box. If anything, the women performing sex acts on the screen looked like the average woman you’d see in the supermarket or the laundry. In fact, the fifty-something redhead on the screen at the moment sort of reminded Ruth of Mrs. Kirkland over at the drug store. Although Ruth couldn’t imagine Bridget Kirkland down on all fours, sucking off one teenage boy while another fucked her from behind.

Jumping through the second tape, she found it to be more of the same. In fact, the age difference between the participants seemed to be even greater. This time, Ruth found it amusing to picture the actresses as people she knew, even if there wasn’t any resemblance at all. Having had her laugh, she rewound both and put back the boxes, returning them to their places on the shelves.

When she exited the small room, this time, the lights did go off and Ruth walked out the back door to her car.

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Driving the six miles to her apartment, Ruth found that she hardly noticed the cool breeze that was coming off the Florida coastline. Her mind was still on the tapes and the young man who had rented them.

George Bell was a nice kid, she thought, a few inches taller than her own five foot five and at least twenty pounds lighter at one thirty-six. He had a slim build and light sandy brown hair. At first, she had thought to herself, he didn’t seem the type to have a thing for older women. But then had to ask herself, what did someone like that look like? After all, she never considered that Mark Taylor didn’t seem the type that lusted after black women, or that Connie Avallon wasn’t the sort who liked girls.

It also occurred to her that it was the type of women who had been in the films that had really intrigued her. In the case of the regular movies George had rented, the women in question had been stars like Anne Bancroft, Jacqueline Bisset and Cybill Shepherd. All actresses who hardly looked the age of the women they were portraying. Or if they did, they were in a shape that few women looked like at that point in their lives.

In the adult movies, on the other hand, the women had indeed looked their age, with bodies to match. Some were overweight, or had imperfect bodies and faces that reflected a life actually lived. The type of women you saw on a daily basis wherever you looked, even if it was just in the mirror.

That was the key to it all, Ruth suddenly realized as she pulled into the small parking lot in front of the four-story apartment building where she lived. They were exactly the kind of woman she saw when she stepped out of the shower in the morning and looked at herself in the full-length mirror that was on the wall of her bathroom. Of course she could never imagine herself doing anything like that, not even in her wildest dreams.

Not to say Ruth had anything against an active, and perhaps sometime even adventurous, sex life. Since Konya travesti divorcing her husband, she’d had no problem having company in her bed when she wanted it. Most men her age still found her attractive, especially her large thirty-eight inch bust which always drew their attention when she walked into a room.

Stepping into her fourth floor apartment, Ruth put the whole train of thought behind her and concentrated instead on what she could make for a late snack before bed.

-=-=-=-

The next day was Saturday and she only stopped by the store for a little while about mid-morning. The senior member of her staff, Carrie McGee, was more than capable of running the operation and eager to do so. She was in her last year of college and had been at All Star for three years. Running the store as assistant manager didn’t look bad on her resume and there was also extra money in it as well.

“Good morning, Ruth,” Carrie said as she looked up from the book she was reading at the high front counter.

“Good morning Carrie,” Ruth said as she lifted the movable section of the countertop and stepped behind it. “How are things going this morning?”

“About normal for a Saturday,” Carrie said as she stepped away from the desktop PC, a much more current model than the old one they used for inventory. She knew that Ruth would want to see for herself the morning’s activity.

“Hmmm,” Ruth hummed as she quickly scanned what was displayed on the terminal and saw that Carrie’s assessment was correct. “Well it should pick up in the afternoon, it usually does. I just want to take care of a few things and I’ll be out of here.”

With that, she left the blond-haired twenty year old and stepped into the back office. A quarter hour passed as she checked the morning mail and opened a box of new tapes that had just been delivered. After checking the invoice against the actual contents, she called out for Carrie to send Billy Jones back to take the box out front so that the assistant manager could enter the new titles into the system before they were put on the shelves.

Reading the last piece of mail, Ruth didn’t notice at first that there was someone standing on the other side of the desk. When she looked up, she was surprised to see that it was George Bell.

“Carrie said there was a box you wanted me to take out front,” he said with a smile.

It took a few long seconds for Ruth to realize she was staring at the young man, reminded once more of the tapes he liked to take out. She also became acutely aware of the amount of cleavage the dress she was wearing displayed, especially with her in a sitting position and him standing over her.

“I thought Billy was on today,” Ruth said to cover herself when she realized she had been staring at George.

“We switched days,” George said. “He had something to do and Carrie said it wouldn’t be a problem.”

“Of course it’s not a problem,” Ruth said with a smile, “I was just surprised, that’s all.”

With a shrug, George picked up the box of new videos from the desk and turned to carry them out to Carrie. As he walked away, Ruth found herself thinking that the kid did have a really cute ass.

-=-=-=-

Ruth found it harder to dismiss George from her thoughts this time after she left the store and headed to the restaurant where she was meeting some friends for lunch. It was as if he had brought to the surface some unknown curiosity within her. Which was pretty strange, she considered, since she’d never had even the remotest fantasy about being with someone that young before.

Sarah Thompson and Gloria McNair, both businesswomen, were already seated at their table as Ruth joined them. As she sat down, Gloria signaled for a waiter to take the new arrival’s order.

Once she had the menu, it only took Ruth a minute to decide what she wanted. The waiter, a dark haired young man in his early twenties, quickly jotted it down and went off to add it to what the other two women had already ordered.

“Hmm, I know what I’d like for dessert,” Sarah said as she watched the waiter walk away, taking in the view of his backside even more blatantly than Ruth had George. And Ruth, at least, hadn’t been in public.

“Sarah, you’re incorrigible,” Gloria laughed as her friend turned her attention back to the other two women at the table.

“No I’m not,” Sarah laughed back, “I’m just horny.”

“Dave not taking care of business like he should?” Gloria quipped, making reference to the short-haired blonde’s husband.

“Oh he still has the fire in him when it’s needed,” Sarah grinned, “but sometimes it’s nice to think about what it would be like with a randy young colt again, instead of an old plow horse.”

“Not me,” Gloria commented. “I’ll take experience any day. Someone who knows all the right buttons to push to get me off. Who wants to have to show some young pup what he’s supposed to be doing?”

“Ahhh, but think of the fun you’d have showing İzmir travesti him,” Sarah countered, “and if he didn’t get it right the first time, he’d be able to try it again. Not many men our age can do that. What do you think Ruth?”

“Oh I never really thought about it,” Ruth lied, caught off guard by the question. “I guess you both have valid points.”

Thankfully, the waiter returned with their lunches, cutting the discussion short. Again, Sarah made no attempt to hide the fact that she was checking out a lot more on the young man this time than just his ass. Ruth noticed that the waiter didn’t seem to be unaware of the attention, or mind it at all.

Once the food had been served and the waiter off to take care of other customers, the conversation at the table turned to more conventional topics. Still, even as they chatted about business and family, Ruth’s mind kept returning to what Sarah had said about young men.

When lunch was over and their good-byes had been said, Ruth walked the two blocks back to where she parked her car. Normally, she would’ve stopped by the store again on the way home. This time, she decided to head straight home.

-=-=-=-

Back in her apartment, Ruth realized that she’d forgotten to take some papers from the office that she wanted to read over the weekend. One of her distributors had offered her what looked to be a good deal on a tape package, but she wanted to go over it one more time before giving him an answer on Monday morning. She really hated the idea of going in on a Sunday if she didn’t have to.

Glancing at the wall clock, she figured some of the afternoon shift was still at the store. She decided to call Carrie and as long as she could spare someone, have them drop off the papers she needed on their way home. Of course she would have to let them leave early to make up the time, otherwise she’d be paying them overtime and that was something she hated to do. The profit margin on the store was small enough as it was.

“That’s right, Carrie,” Ruth said over the phone, “it’s the green folder that I left in my in box. Put it in a larger envelope and have someone drop it off at my apartment. Make sure you seal the envelope.”

“No problem,” Carrie assured her. “I’ll have Maria run it by, she only has an hour left to her shift anyway.”

“That would be fine, thank you,” the boss lady said as she hung up the phone.

Ruth poured herself a beer and headed out to the terrace to enjoy the afternoon breeze. The view from her apartment overlooked the marina and she liked watching the boats come and go. She took the time to change into a pair of comfortable shorts and a low cut summer blouse first. Not the type of thing she wore outside, regardless of the weather, but around the apartment she liked to be as comfortable as possible.

She was on her second beer when she heard the doorbell ring. Putting down her glass, she headed back into the apartment to let Maria in.

Opening the door, Ruth found herself surprised, for the second time that day, by George Bell. She was about to ask what he was doing here, then saw the large manila envelope in his hand.

“I thought Carrie was sending Maria,” she asked.

“This was on my way home,” George said, “Maria lives over on the South Side so I said I’d take it instead.”

Realizing she was being rude, Ruth stepped back out of the doorway and invited him in. As he stepped past her, the older woman had, for the second time that day, the impression that he was staring at her breasts. The top she was wearing was even more revealing than the dress she had on this morning, plus she was braless beneath it.

“Would you like a soda or something?” Ruth asked as she closed the door, trying to dismiss the thought from her mind. After all, he wouldn’t be normal if he didn’t look at her mounds, seeing how much of them were on display in this blouse.

“Yes, thank you,” George said as he took a quick look around the apartment. “A soda would be fine.”

“I was sitting out on the terrace,” Ruth said as she headed for the kitchen. “Why don’t you have a seat out there and I’ll bring it out. Just leave the envelope on the table.”

Ruth emerged from the kitchen a minute later, a bottle of soda in her hand. George had taken her suggestion and was out on the terrace. Taking a moment to check the envelope to make sure they were the right papers, the fifty-one year old went out and joined him.

“This is an incredible view,” George said when he saw Ruth step out of the sliding doors.

“It’s really spectacular at sunset,” Ruth replied as she handed him the soda, “almost like a painting.”

“I’ll bet,” he said as he opened the soda and took a long sip.

“Why don’t you have a seat,” Ruth said, sitting down in her own chair and picking up her beer.

Picking one of the two other empty chairs, George sat down, taking another drink of cold soda. He found it strange that Ruth had actually invited him in rather than just thanking him for bringing over the envelope and sending him on her way. If he could read her mind at this moment, he would’ve discovered that she found her actions just as strange as he did. In fact, she was now asking herself what did she think she was doing.

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Fucking Fatties in Florida Ch. 05

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“How could you do that, Mother? How could you let that man rape my little girl?” Peggy angrily accused Helen. Helen’s thick and hefty mid-thirties daughter had arrived in Fort Lauderdale to confront her mother about the deflowering of granddaughter Laurie in a passionate week of sexual awaking for the pudgy eighteen year old. As a cock-ready fifty year old, hefty-babe, thick-cunt lover I had been actively banging grandma for well over a month, and had the joy of popping her granddaughter’s cherry a few weeks back. And now the middle of the three generations of chunky sluts had come to town, too.

“How can you call that rape?” Grandma Helen retorted. “The little slut begged to be laid. She is a full grown woman who needed to be loved. I just made sure her first cock was lovingly presented, and then we taught her how to have safe sex from now on. Your daughter was depressed and sullen at not having any boys interested in her fatty body. We raised her self-esteem and got her able to be socially involved with boys her own age.”

“Having promiscuous sex is NOT socially involved!” Peggy exploded. “You’ve turned my daughter into a whore; a fucking, flat-backing, slutty whore!”

“My, oh, my, Peggy, such language from your godly little mouth! I’ve never heard you talk that way…you have potential after all, I think.”

“I’m just so surprised at what you’ve done! I can’t believe you’re just like a pimp for that dirty old man you’ve hooked up with. I know you and Father were very sexually active, and I know you even did unmentionable things with other adults, but this was just a little girl. And you are acting here just like a trailer-trash whore from back home. This is just disgusting behavior for a woman your age, running around with THAT man.”

“A woman my age is as horny as I was forty years ago! THAT man, as you call him, really desires my flabby old tits and ass, so thank God! I need a cock in my cunt now as much as when your father was alive.”

“MOTHER, don’t talk like that!”

“I certainly will talk like that. You need to be reminded that women my age like our tits to be sucked and our pussies fucked. Listen, honey, I like my pussy licked, too, and a big cock shoved up my tight asshole really gets me off. Spank my fat ass, eat me out between my legs, bite my nipples until I cum-a-gusher in my cunny. That’s what I need. That’s what Laurie needed. And so do you!”

“MOOTTTHHHEERRRR!” Peggy yelled. “What are you saying? You are a slut; a slut and a whore. I think you may be sick. And I DO NOT NEED any such activity in my life. I do not need a man of any kind for anything!”

“You need to be lovingly laid so bad you don’t even know it. Peggy, listen to me. There is nothing more wonderful than a big handsome man paying attention to your body, with sweet caresses, and even loving-little ass swats. It will make you feel like the woman God created you to be to have a big hard cock moving inside your wet and needy pussy, rubbing your little clit into a mind-blowing orgasm. When was the last time you had the tingle of your pussy satisfied by a man, anyway? Or do you just take care of your own needs with a bit of self love?”

“That’s none of your business!” Peggy spit out disgustfully. “I don’t have sexual needs. It’s just not right. Sex is just all dirty and filthy. It just breeds violence and the humiliation of women.”

“Honey, that is just a lot of man-hating feminist garbage! Real feminists know that people are meant to be physically together. And our bodies are created to receive that wonderful male sex organ. I just think there are lots of other ways to enjoy what God has given us, too, with men and with women. We are physical beings, and, Peggy, it just feels soooo gooodddd!” Helen cooed. “Don’t tell me you didn’t like that little what’s-his-name’s cock in you when you got pregnant with Laurie.”

“It just never felt that good to me, Mother. I felt so used. Yes, I guess I did want Larry then, but he left me. I never told you, but he said I was like an iceberg in bed. I wasn’t bad, just scared. I used to hear you and Father at night in your room. It sounded like he was hurting you! You yelled and screamed, even, and Ankara travesti Dad growled like an angry dog.”

“But that was all play, Peggy. In passion you act and speak passionately. It isn’t meant to be quiet. I loved your Father’s manly attentions. A real man will make you scream in delighted girlish pleasure.”

“And I was supposed to find that out from Father, I guess? When he raped me…”

“Now, Peggy, let’s get that straight. He didn’t rape you, did he? You wanted him to show you about sex, I know you did. Your Father should have waited for me to be there with you, but who better to lovingly introduce you to womanhood than the man who really loves you, like your father. Now, tell the truth!”

“Well, OK, yes, well, sort of, I….a…er…YES I wanted to get laid that night! There, I said it. I was a horny fat eighteen year old who was embarrassed about my flabby body with these huge boobs. Dad was always ogling me; I knew that and believed he thought I was pretty. I was just scared and didn’t know what to do; and in my frustration and fear, I mouthed off to him that night, and he just flipped me over his lap, and pulled my jeans and panties right down my legs. When he began spanking me, I just yelled and tried to squirm away, but he was too big and held me down, slapping and slapping my bare ass. Before I knew it, my warmed butt began to make my, ah, my….”

“Your pussy, dear; your twat, your honeybox, your cunt!” Mother instructed the innocent acting mid-thirty year old. “You can say it, baby, it’s your wonderful female body!”

“OK, my pussy. There I said it! My pussy tingled and flushed and got very wet. I liked being spanked. I wanted my fat ass to be paid attention to. And when Dad felt down there between my legs, and found that wet pussy, I just couldn’t hold back and moaned and groaned, ‘YES, YES. YES.’ I still remember that wonderful feeling.”

“He took me into your bed, stripped my clothing all off and then his own. His COCK — there I said that, too! — was so big. He sucked my big fat boobs, and forced my legs apart. I was in such a state, all tingly and horny and needy, I just lay there. He pushed his big fat cock into my little pussy hole, and ripped my hymen apart all in one move. It hurt so bad and felt so good all at the same time.”

“That’s just what it is, my dear. Becoming a woman is a terrible and wonderful event. The pleasure comes with more and more cumming!” Helen affirmed.

“Oh I did cum that night. Several times! Dad just kept ramming his big dick in and out of my gushing pussy, in and out, until he shot his sticky cum load into that aching cunt. OH, I liked that huge pole. But he didn’t tell me what to do, so I just lay there moaning. It didn’t seem like what I heard you and he do together, but, well, I was so embarrassed by it all. This was my Father, and it just didn’t seem right, and so, well, I just ran from you all. And then I just said that he raped me ’cause I didn’t know what else to say.”

“I know, baby, I know. I’m sorry for all that emotional pain. It wasn’t right the way it happened,” Mom sympathized. “But now we need to make that up to you. You need to experience sex the way God meant it to be for you.”

“I tried, Mother! I’ve been with other men. They fuck me once and leave me alone. It just doesn’t work. I’m just a fat middle-aged woman who no man would want, so I just reject them all. I knew they would run away like that bastard Larry after he knocked me up. He didn’t want me.”

“Oh, I think we have the answer here, Peggy. You just need a man who wants to lovingly appreciate your big beautiful body. THAT man, as you call him, just loves sexy women built like you and I. And that’s why I had him bring such pleasure and joy to your little girl, my granddaughter. He really likes fleshy babes like us. Just you see. You welcome him into your needy pussy, babe, and you’ll be a new woman for life.”

“I just want to be desired, Mama,” Peggy began to sob. “Please, will he really like me? No man ever has.”

“You just have to give them a chance, darling. Besides, it does take some effort on your part, and knowing what really turns men Konya travesti on. It’s all in your attitude, the way you dress and interact with men. Learn to want sex and men will want you. Let’s give this a try. I’ll help you.” And Helen was off and running with my dick as the baton in the race!

Helen had already been prepping me on this next sexual rejuvenation mission, and I kind of liked the idea of screwing three generations of one family, all big, fleshy babes with massive tits, soft pillowing asses, and wet and ready cunts! The very next evening I arrived at Helen’s sexy love nest, horny as hell because she hadn’t allowed me access to her wonderful love tunnel for several days. My cock was getting hard just imagining the night ahead.

“I want you to meet my daughter, Peggy,” Helen smoothly invited, as she brought me into her condo. “She’s a bit shy around handsome men like yourself, but I know you will put her at ease.”

“It is totally my pleasure, Peggy,” I oozed my most gentlemanly mode, but moved in for the kill right away, saying, “And it will be my total pleasure to pleasure you in anyway you would like this evening. You are such a large lovely and attractive young woman.”

“Oh, my, Mother, what a slick operator he is!” Peggy slurred to Helen. She obviously had been loosened up with some of her mother’s liquor cabinet. “So, you really do like fatties like me and Mom?”

“Oh, yes I do. And your lovely plump daughter Laurie as well,” I affirmed.

“Now that’s another story! We just won’t go there right now. I want to know if you really are the man Mom says you are!”

“Well then just come over here and see, you horny big beautiful woman” I said as I took her in my arms right there in the living room, planting a loving and sensuous kiss on her willing lips. Peggy was about five foot five, a bit shorter than her mother, but with huge soft tits just like her mother. I would estimate them to be 42DDs, being little hidden underneath a tight tee shirt, with her ample butt encased in a pair of tight jeans.

With my tongue playing with hers, I let my hands roam freely all over those two luscious chest pillows and thick butt cheeks. As I rubbed and squeezed and stroked her soft and inviting anatomy, she responded more fully than I expected.

“Oh, yes, touch me, love me. You do like my fat ass, don’t you? Oh, YES, I think I’m getting a bit wet down there between my legs. Oh, what you do to me, you hunky ‘fella!” Peggy was beginning to feel like a real woman, as I felt-up her real womanly body.

“Take that horny babe to bed, you hunky ‘fella,” Helen giggled. “Get your hands into her pants before she changes her mind!” With her tee shirt already off, I unsnapped that thin white bra so that I could begin to really enjoy those massive mammaries trying to burst out. With no resistance to my advances, I bent over to suck those tasty soft beauties, fleshy and fully more handfuls than I could handle! These were wonderful tits! As I sucked and nibbled her hard little nips, she moaned her approval of my attentions. So, I continued on and unzipped her jeans to get my hands into her panties, as mom had so bluntly suggested.

As I firmly tugged down the tight jeans, her cum-soaked panties just went with them, revealing a luscious hairy swamp of horny womanhood. I prefer to kiss and suck on a shaved puss, like Helen’s, but made an exception in this case in the high-minded cause of re-sexing up this fleshy cunt. On my knees before that wonderfully female organ of sumptuous pleasure, my tongue now licked and sucked the lush girl jungle with abandon.

“YEEEESSS, oh, yes. Eat me, you cunt liker you; eat my pussy. I LLLOOOOOVVVEEE that!, I’m cumming right here, Oh AAAAAHHHHHH!!!” and off she was into orgasmic bliss as she gently fell onto her back on the thick carpeted floor.

“Helen, I just can’t wait to get her into bed,” I admitted to her mother. “I’m going to fuck this horny bitch right here on your soft living room carpet!”

“Just fuck her. Don’t matter where. Get that big one-eyed monster of yours into here sloppy cunny. Fuck my horny little girl. Slam her needy cunt with your big hard İzmir travesti manhood. Fuck her good!” Helen agreed, as she just sat there in a chair with her hands up her skirt, rubbing her own panty-less pussy to pleasurable orgasmic delight.

My shirt and slacks came off in a New York minute, and my boxers with them. I lay down upon Peggy’s wonderfully supple mass of tits, kneeling between her fleshy thighs with my rock hard cock ready to invade her little-used private parts. She just lay there in a pleasure induced fog, so Helen decided it was time to get involved.

“Feel him there, baby, feel that thick man cock with your hand.” Helen instructed as she joined us on the floor, sans her own clothing. “Men want you to know your desire for them with your hands. Feel his big dick and rub it up and down your horny fuck hole. Get that thick rod all lubed up with your female juice, you’ve got an ocean in there! Don’t just lay there, wiggle that fat ass up to meet him. Talk dirty to him, be a willing whore! That will get the men wanting your fat tits and ass. Be a real woman, and let him know you want his rock hard cock shoved into your hungry cunt!”

Peggy began to pay attention to Mom’s sexual advice, and jerked off my cock, rubbing it all around here hairy swamp-of-a-cunt. She was gushing like Niagara! “Oh, I like your big hard cock, you fatty-lover you. Feel my fat tits, squeeze them good! I want your cock in my sloppy wet love box. I want you to fill up my honeybox. Your big stick feels sooo goooodddd there!” Peggy was getting the hang of this sex thing, I think!

I was getting pretty well on toward my own need to unload my seed into her waiting belly, and so I let her know, “I want you, Peggy; I want to fuck your pudgy pussy NOW. I want to ram my hard cock into that wonderful treasure twat of yours. Please, oh please put my fucking cock into your sweet honeybox!”

“Yes…Yesss…YEESSS, Fuck me, fuck me, you fantastic fucker! Fuck my cunt just like you fuck my mother, you mother fucker, you grandmother fucker! Fuck my pussy just like you rammed that huge shaft into my little girl, you fucking virgin baby-fucking bastard! Take me like you’ve taken those sluts. Make me your whore, too!”

My slut fucking pecker slid in with no trouble whatsoever, as Peggy had a sloshing hole of pretty mammoth proportions. I love a big sloppy cunt on a horny slut, and Peggy did not disappoint me. I rhythmically rammed my cock in and out, in and out, slopping around that cavernous gash. “You are soooo goooodd!” I yelled as I prepared to shoot my wad into her never ending love tunnel. “Here I cccccuuuuummmmm!” and with that, unloaded the several days storage of my virile balls into her actively baby making womb! That fact I did not know until later on, previously thinking that she was no longer in baby mode. Not So!

“Fill me; fill me with your man seed. Put that life juice into my fuck tunnel. Plant that seed in my baby belly. I want your BBBAAABBYYY!”

Well that last outburst, while not really destroying my orgasmic revelry, did seriously get my attention! As I grunted my orgasmic explosion of sticky seamen into her man sucking cunt, I thought I was just hearing the ravings of a horny middle-aged bitch in heat. After I rolled off of Peggy’s round and fleshy bod, and caught my breath, with her now horny mother at my side there on the living room floor, I said to Helen, “Did you hear her? What’s this baby business about? Did you know about that?”

“Well, yes, I did. We just didn’t want to upset you. Peggy and I talked it over earlier, after she admitted that she did want to enjoy a man between her legs again, and missed her pussy being filled with cock juice. She realized that her womb was still filled with baby-potential eggs that just needed some male sperm to be activated. After talking some we agreed that she wanted another child, and I wanted another grandchild. This was the best way to get that. Don’t worry. You’re not under any obligation in all this. Just think of it as a sperm bank donation. But, well, remember, it may require a few more deposits to get that bank account full in her belly! We want to make sure Peggy is preggy before she leaves us to go back home. You wouldn’t mind that, now would you?”

Not at all, I thought; bring on that female baby making machine. I’ll be happy to supply the man grease to get it started. We’ll just produce another generation of sluts and whores to get into the act!

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Getting Even with My Mother-in-Law Ch. 01

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I had been married to Joyce for almost 10 years, and in the last few of these, we had begun to explore our sexuality, as well as that of others. When I first met her, and her family, things never went well between her mother and I, we never seemed to “click”, and as such we had many run-ins. By the time we had been married for about 3 years, I was having one of my usual arguments with her mother, when I realised something strange. Her mother actually seemed to like arguing with me, and this had me wondering. Over the next few weeks I came to understand that I did not hate her, but that we had both been of a very like nature.

Whenever her mother would come for a visit, or we went to her place, it never took long before one of us began a disagreement with the other. It seemed that we both liked to get the other ones back up. Apart from our little fights, we both seemed to take great delight in playing practical jokes on each other. I would sometimes print up official looking documents and send them to her, sometimes they looked like Lawyers letters, where until she got to the end, she would believe they were real ones, with someone threatening to sue her.

On her part, she seemed to take things a little further. As I worked at nights, I never got to bed until around 4 am, and sometimes when she stayed over she would get up early and help do the housework. On one of these times I awoke around 7 am and heard the vacuum cleaner going outside the door. A few moments later the door would open and in would walk Grace (Joyce’s mother), and she would start to clean our bedroom floor. I tried to tell her I had had little sleep and she should leave it, but she would not, saying it had to be done now or else Joyce would be angry. I gave up and hoped that she would not take long, and I could sleep once more.

She slowly cleaned all around the floors, under the bed and then took the nozzle off the end and proceeded to clean the dust from around the windows. She knew that Joyce kept the rooms very clean, and that this was her way of annoying me. When she finished, she came back to the side of the bed where she had dropped the brush to the cleaner, and as she bent down to retrieve it, she looked straight at the “tent pole” under the sheets in front of her. As was usual, I had a morning glory and had not remembered that it was summer and only a thin sheet was covering my naked body. I knew she had caught me out, and I waited for her warped mind to think of something sarcastic to say to me.

As she stood back up, instead of just leaving the room, she quickly ripped the sheet back, exposing my rigid cock, and shoved the cleaner pipe towards my cock. As I jumped to avoid having my member sucked up into the cleaner, she just laughed and asked was I scared of getting a good suck. She sure was a nasty bitch at times. Another time when she was in the house, I was having a shower when she banged on the door saying she needed the toilet. Calling back that I was in the shower, she said as long as I had the curtain closed, there was no problems for either of us.

Reluctantly I told her to go ahead, but first I made sure that the curtain was actually closed fully. I certainly did not need to see her sitting down having a piss after all, and did not want her starting another of her little jokes. A few moments later I heard the seat drop and soon followed a steady stream into the bowl. When I heard it subside, I suddenly had the forethought to move to the other end of the shower, for I knew she would not resist the pleasure of flushing the toilet, so as I would receive cold water. She was not going to have her fun this time, I thought.

I heard the lid close and she said that she would leave the flushing for me, she then thanked me for allowing her in and that she would now leave. I still did not trust her, so I stayed where I was. A second later the shower curtain was suddenly pulled wide open, and I was standing there in all my glory, and she was directly in front of me, staring at my half erect cock. I asked her what she thought she was doing, that I was married to her daughter who was in the other room. She just laughed and replied that she just wanted to see the cock that had taken control of her daughter. She then went back to her usual ways and said she could not understand what her daughter saw in a cock as small as mine. The bitch, I was not huge, but certainly not small, it was just her having her fun at my expense once more.

Little pranks like this popped up every few months, and as a result I began trying to think up the ultimate joke to play on her and to get even. My chance came later that year. Grace had come to stay for a few days. After supper Grace had gone for a bath, and then joined us in the lounge room where we were having a glass of wine. Grace was never able to hold her drink, so instead of giving her a small glass of wine, I gave her a large one, and every time she turned her head, I would top it up. It did not take long before she was light headed, and after a few more drinks, she was passed out on the lounge.

Joyce said it would be best to leave her mother where she was, so she got up and lifted Ankara travesti her mother’s legs so she was stretched out on the lounge. Joyce went back to her seat, which was next to where her mother’s head was, and I had the other single seat near her feet. Grace was wearing a light cotton nightie that buttoned up the front, and as an older person (around 50) I knew that she would be like my mother etc., and have on a bra and pants underneath.

Joyce was feeling tired and said she was going to bed, but as I was used to going to bed in the early hours of the morning, I said I would be in to bed in about 4 hours time. Before she went I told her I had finally figured out a way to get even with her mum, but I needed her help first. My plan was to undo her buttons, remove her bra and panties with Joyce’s help, and then when her mother started to wake in a few hours time, I was going to lie next to her and pretend to be asleep. My idea was to then tell her how much we (Grace and I) had enjoyed sex together. I knew that this would be the ultimate stir, and maybe that she would then stop doing it to me. Joyce told me I was an evil so and so, but agreed that our little jokes had gone too far, and this would stop her mother in future. She then went to bed.

About two hours later her mother began to stir, so I took off my shorts and gently lay down beside her. At first I just kept my head towards the TV and kept watching, knowing that it would still be at least half an hour before she was awake enough for my plan. As I lay there I felt her move slowly and before I could turn my head to check on her state, I could feel her large tits push into my back. Damn they felt nice. I turned my head and as I did Grace rolled back onto her back, but as she did she opened her legs wide, giving me a good clear view or her bushy cunt. I realised that if she were not my mother-in-law, and my wife was not in the other room, I probably would have been more than happy to fuck this woman for real.

When I felt her begin to stir fully from her sleep, I rolled over so as to face her, then put one arm across her so that my hand was on her furtherest tit, and then I raised my leg across her cunt. When my leg was in position I let my leg drop onto her cunt and quickly closed my eyes and pretended to be sound asleep. As expected, she jumped with a fright and tried to make out where she was, and whom she was with. I raised my other hand to my face and pretended to rub the sleep from my eyes, before finally I looked directly into her eyes and just said:

“My God Grace, I never thought a woman of your age could be such a wonderful and exciting fuck”.

The look on her face was worth a million dollars. Her bottom jaw dropped, her eyes widened in disbelief, before she looked down and saw that she was totally naked. Not only that, but she also saw I was naked as well and my cock was only a few inches from her cunt and my hand was still holding her tit. No matter how hard she tried to get words from her mouth, it seemed her brain could not get itself into gear and work for her. I knew I had succeeded, but decided to make sure of it. I leaned into her and gave her a gentle kiss on the lips, then once more thanked her for the best sex I had had in ages.

Knowing that she would be very scared and upset at what she thought we had done, I began to get up and grabbed my shorts. She asked me where I was going, as well as where her daughter was. I told her Joyce had been asleep for hours and that I was now going to join her in our bed, but as I lifted my leg to get my shorts on, she reached out and grabbed a hold of my cock. I wondered why she had done this so I asked her but was surprised with her answer.

“I am not finished with you yet”, she said, before adding; “You don’t think just one fuck will satisfy this old girl do you? Now get back down here and fuck me again, and I want you to lick out my wet cunt for me as well”.

She had a tight hold on my cock and it was not going to be easy to get away from her, and keep my little joke in place. I told her that she had worn me out and that my cock would take too long to rise again, but she was not to be disappointed. She moved closer, opened her mouth slightly, and next thing she was taking my cock into her mouth. Now this was totally unexpected from me, and I was not sure what to do.

“Listen”, she said, “we have already fucked once, so we are both in trouble if Joyce finds out. But I am not satisfied yet, and you are going to give me that satisfaction now. Remember the old saying; might as well be hung for a sheep, as a Lamb”.

She had me there, I had started all of this as a joke, and now the joke was back upon me. If I told her the truth, she would be very angry with her daughter, but if her daughter found out I had fucked her mother, we would both be in trouble. I thought for a few minutes on what to do, then realised I had no choice but to fuck her mother, and in so doing, put this joke gone wrong behind us.

I lowered myself back to the lounge, deciding it best to just give her a quick fuck, then sneak back to my wife and try to forget this whole thing. When Konya travesti I laid down Grace continued to devour my cock, and I must say she was good, better even then Joyce. It did not take long before she had me throbbing and feeling like I would cum soon. I thought this may be a good “out” for me, but Grace was quick to realise what was about to happen, and she removed my cock from her mouth. She was determined to take this to its natural finish and was now telling me to go down on her.

Expecting that her pussy would be the size of a basketball after all her years of sex, I was pleasantly surprised to find that it was in great shape. I ran my tongue around the outer parts and while doing this she began to moan, saying how much she enjoyed it, and it had been many years since anyone had put their tongue down there. Slowly I inserted my tongue into her lips, where I licked just inside before probing deeper into her depths. As my tongue bent up it found her secret little pleasure spot, and when I started to touch her there she moaned louder and started to spasm before cumming strongly into my mouth. She did not just “leak” a little fluid, but she seemed to gush her juices towards me.

By now I was getting very aroused at what we were doing, imagining all those old mother-in-law jokes, and how untrue they were in the case of mine. She was no “old hag” but a very receptive and responsive woman. Once she finished her second climax, she told me she wanted to feel me inside her cunt “once more”. If only she had known that I never was in there in the first place, and that this would be the first time. But for now, that would have to go on the back burners, for I had gone too far now to stop what we were about to do. I figured that as my first attempt at stirring her had failed, I could at least use this later to get even with her.

As I climbed back up on top of her, I took hold of my now throbbing cock and directed the head towards her opening. Slowly I rubbed my purple-headed monster up and down her slit, getting it moist with my pre-cum, as well as giving her even more pleasure and teasing. She seemed to be enjoying my movements immensely and soon she was pushing her arse up towards me, before cumming once more. This old girl certainly was a sexual person, and I knew that I was going to enjoy fucking her pussy very much. Slowly I pushed my cock a little further into her pussy, but instead of finding a well-used and loose one, hers was very tight and her muscle control was amazing.

Within a few moments my cock was buried to its full length into her hot crevice. I began to withdraw it back to where just the head was at the opening, before once more pushing it back into her until my balls were slapping near her arse. As my speed built up Grace began to moan and groan louder and then started biting at my ear lobes and telling me to fuck her harder and harder, that she wanted to feel my cock hitting the back of her cunt and she needed to feel me cum inside of her. By now I did not need any second time to be told. I began to pull out and dive back into her with a lot more force, my balls were tightening, my cock was pulsating more and more and I could feel the head of my cock begin to widen, it would not be long now.

A few moments later I felt her hot juices hit the tip of my cock, before it also started spurting its love juice into the depth of her cunt. I gave her so many spurts at first that I even thought I had not had sex for a long time. I flooded her pussy and then collapsed on top of her, where she began kissing me passionately and telling me how much she had enjoyed it. I had to hold back my laughter when she said she enjoyed this time even more than the first time earlier tonight. She actually had herself believing that I had fucked her an hour or so before, but I was certainly not prepared to tell her otherwise right now.

I rolled off her and decided to stay with her for a few minutes to get my mind clear, before I was going to head to bed and my waiting wife, but Grace had other ideas. As I lay beside her, she moved her hand back to my now limp cock and began to gently stroke it, at the same time she was kissing my ear lobe and she kept telling me how she had not enjoyed sex like that for many years. Soon my cock started to react and she was quick to point this fact out to me, and suggesting that if I had time, she would be happy to fuck one more time.

Soon she had me hard once more, and as soon as I was, she hopped up and straddled my lap, taking hold of my cock and inserting it into her dripping cunt. I could not believe the stamina of this woman, she seemed insatiable in her desire for my cock. As she rode my pole up and down, I commented to her on how nice and tight her cunt was, and she replied that she had not had sex with her husband for almost 15 years. I knew they had a small house, and that while their five kids were growing up, they slept in separate rooms, as there were only two bedrooms. But I never suspected that they still slept apart, or that they had not had sex for so many years.

Grace began to open up more and more as she rode my pole. She told me İzmir travesti that her husband was impotent and that she had taken a lover many years ago, but he had died five years prior, and she had not had sex since. I was amazed, but also believed what she said as her cunt was as tight as her daughters, and I was enjoying the feelings she was giving me. I was feeling very guilty for what I had done, and as such, I asked her what would happen tomorrow. She said that tomorrow was another day, and as we had started this tonight, she had full intention of getting as much as she could, for tomorrow she would have to try and forget it ever happened.

Over the next hour she had me change positions so many times, I wondered where she had learnt so much about sex. I knew that older people always say sex is bad and that the missionary position is the only “approved” position, but this woman was trying anything. First me on top, then her, next she got on her knees and had me enter her from behind, before finally sitting upright and laying herself back so as her arse was almost off the seat. She then told me to get on my knees and enter her from that position.

The more I pumped her pussy, the more she moaned and begged for more. Soon she began to spread a few tears, and thinking that she had come to her senses, I said that I could stop now and we could both try and forget it. But her answer was not expected. She said she was not concerned about what we were doing, she was just thinking how nice it was, and that she realised that she would not get a fucking like this again after tonight. She astounded me with her comments; also she made me feel so proud that I was able to give her this feeling. She then told me how she was sorry that she had stirred me up so much, and that she would try and stop. I laughed and said if she were now nice to me, Joyce would suspect that there was something happening between us. We decided to continue our practical jokes so as to keep our secret safe.

After Grace had cum at least 4 more times and we had fucked in as many positions, our sexual indiscretion was slowly coming to an end. I gave Grace one more long and loving embrace and told her that she was the best mother-in-law a guy could ever hope for. We shared a few passionate kisses and then I was off to bed. By the time I reached the bed it was now about 4 am in the morning. Grace had gotten up and gone to the spare room to try and get some comfortable sleep, and maybe also to be alone and not have her daughter see her first thing in the morning.

As I got under the sheets I moved too quick and bumped into Joyce, and she jumped with a fright before realising that I had come to bed. I was hoping that she would not wake for I did not really want her to ask me now how my little joke had gone. I knew that it would be too hard to lie so soon after what I had done. Instead of asking me how things went, instead her hand moved across to my cock and began to stroke it. Shit, I thought, I hoped she was not after sex, I had already had more than I needed tonight with her mother. How would I get it up hard for her? I told her I was happy that she wanted me, but I was too tired for sex tonight, but maybe in the morning I would feel better.

Joyce mumbled a few words about me staying up too late, but also she said that she knew she could get me hard and that she was not tired, as she had a good sleep already. She told me to just lay back and enjoy and she would go to work on my cock. SHIT! Her head was moving down under the covers and she was heading for my cock with her mouth. What was I to do? If I tell her not to she will suspect, if I let her go there she will know. Either way I am going to be dead soon, and maybe her mother as well in a few hours. I froze as her lips closed around my limp cock.

“Mmmmmm, your cock tastes nice tonight, I guess you did more than just play a joke on my mother tonight”, she said.

I did not know how to answer her at first, I just kept babbling like a child when Joyce said that it was OK, she had got up to go to the toilet earlier, and she had come out to see me, but in fact she had seen more of me and her mum than she had expected. She went on to tell me that she knew her mother and father did not sleep together and she saw no reason why she could not let me give her mother the sexual pleasures that she deserved. I was stunned. With that Joyce went back to sucking my cock and every so often she would take her mouth off and say how nice her mother tasted.

Soon I was hard again and Joyce went to her side, with her back to me, and raised her leg. She wanted me to fuck her from behind; I think it is called the “spoon” position. I pumped gently back and forth into her and she came very quickly. I continued to pump away at my wife’s now wet cunt, but she stopped moving, then slowly pulled away and turned to face me. I asked her what was wrong and she said there was nothing wrong. She then went on to say that her mother deserved to have me for the rest of the night, but as I had come to bed and she was feeling hot, she had decided to just let me get her to climax, then send me back. I had a hard time believing this, but when she repeated what she had said, and said that she was just glad her mother was happy, I decided to go back and stay with her mother. As I was about to leave the room Joyce said there was one more thing she wanted, so I asked her what it was.

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Fourth Period English: Ms. Thompson

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I walk into the classroom, just like she asked me to. I’m not sure why the teacher would want to see me on lunch break when all the other kids, are either in the cafeteria or eating some burger miles away, maybe she noticed that I had ditched her class last Friday. Hopefully she’s just punishing all the seniors who ditched last week.

As I walk in I notice that the entire classroom is deserted. I’ve never seen it so empty before. I walk through the doorway and I notice Ms. Thompson sitting at her desk, reading a book. I can’t quite make out what it is, but from the images on the cover, I can tell it’s definitely not class reading.

She doesn’t seem to notice me at first, I try to keep my self as close to the wall as possible as I walk towards her desk. Maybe if I sit down and just wait she won’t even notice me, I’ll be able to get out of whatever trouble I’m in. And lunch will just end.

With the loud bang of the door closing shut behind me, she looks up from her book, surprised and startled at the same time.

She puts the book away in her drawer and takes a second to collect herself. Are her checks flushed? I can’t tell, perhaps its just me. She breaks into my thoughts with the pleasant meow of her seductive voice.

“Hello Dan.”

Goddamn her for Ankara travesti talking like that. Just her voice makes me hornier than I ever want to be at this damn school. As she looks up at me I hurry to sit down in the front row, taking a seat and putting my back pack in my lap to hide the growing erection I know is beginning to form there.

“I was beginning to think you were going to ditch detention too”.

“Ms. Thompson, I never really had the intention to ditch your class in the first place, and certainly not ditch detention. It’s just that last week was my 18th birthday, I really just wanted to go to the beach…. I thought maybe you wouldn’t notice.”

By the time I had finished my useless explanation she had stood up and walked around the desk, to sit on the edge, just in front of me. I could smell her, her perfume, her delicious scent. It was heavenly, and from the movement under my bag I could tell this was going to be a long lunch.

“You thought I wouldn’t notice? My star pupil missing from class? I know you’re a senior now and seniors are supposed to have fun, but I cannot condone missing my class, simply so you can go hangout with your skanky little girlfriend Jessica at the beach.”

“I broke up with Jessica last month Ms. Thompson, Konya travesti she was cheating on me with Mike Rowing.” Why would I say that to her, she doesn’t care about my love life. Stupid.

Was that a grin on her face? She was looking directly at me holding my gaze. I couldn’t even look her in the eye without having to look down. How sad is that.

“Oh, Dan, I am sorry to hear that. What about the other girls in class?”

“I think I’m done with women for a while.” Except you Ms. Thompson.

“You know not all women are bad. It’s such a shame here you are this mature young man, surrounded by such stupid skanks.”

I looked up at her and she was smiling at me, the slightest hint of a devilish grin edging at the corner of her mouth. She leaned forward just a bit to talk to me a little more softly, as she did, I could see that beautiful rack spill out just a little bit more from those tight little blouses she loved to wear. I could smell her sweet breath as she leaned in towards me.

“You know I wouldn’t notice any other student missing from my class, but you Dan. Well, I notice you everyday.” She paused for a second and stood up a bit straighter, leaning back on her desk again, legs crossed and arms folded.

“I see the way you look İzmir travesti at me, Dan.” She said accusingly.

“I see you staring at me as I write on the board or as I lecture, looking at me like a piece of meat.”

“Ms Thompson, I don’t… I don’t know what… I don’t do that. I’m sure, it’s just… well. I’m sorry Ms. Thompson.”

“And why should you be sorry Dan?” That devilish smile starting to come through all the way. Her grin curving up to one side, and a look in her eyes that I couldn’t quite make out.

“I love the way you look at me. The way you can’t get enough. I’ll catch you staring and you look away, as if not to notice. I can tell. You want me Dan.”

She unfolded her arms and placed them behind her on the desk. Thrusting her breasts forward. God they are so lovely.

“Come here Dan.” I didn’t even have time to think, my legs were moving before my brain could tell them to walk.

As I got up and walked forward she looked down at my pants, and the now raging hard erection, poking it’s way above my belt. She looked down not with disgust, but with hunger, with fire in her eyes. As I moved in closer she opened her legs and wrapped them around me, pulling my rock hard dick right up against her. I could feel her warmth, her wetness. She pulled me in closer and I could feel her soft breasts crush against my chest. I had never been this horny in my life.

She grabbed the back of my head with her hand, and pulled me in, whispering in my ear, ” I want you too Dan, this will be our little secret.”

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Father Uses Huge Asset Ch. 04

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Richard introduced Sally to an international rugby player that he knew who was only too happy to go out with Sally. Richard continued to fuck Sally on a daily basis and to take her on trips but he was pleased to hear that Martin had met her new guy and had assumed this was the guy who fucked her on the phone.

Martin called Kim to tell her how stupid he had been to doubt his father and that the new man in Sally’s life was this sportsman. Kim sounded pleased for Martin that he trusted his father again and arranged to meet him that evening.

Kim turned up wearing a tight jumper which strained its way over her firm tits and jeans that clung to her amazing bubble shaped arse. Martin was spellbound by her body and had to go to the bathroom to cum so that he did not have an accident in his trousers whilst talking to her.

Kim was only too well aware of the effect she was having on her friend. She turned the conversation to Sally and why Martin had thought it may have been his father cheating on him, a thought Martin now had reassured himself was nonsense.

Martin was annoyed that Kim was so persistent about this topic as it was humiliating for him to discuss what Sally had said about cock size. He admitted to Kim that he had been puzzled why his father had a much larger penis than him and then told her a story about his first girlfriend Fiona.

He had been going out with her when they were both 19 and he was excited because she was so fit and he had waited so long to lose his virginity. She wasn’t nearly as good looking as Kim but she had firm tits that were nearly as big as Kim’s and long legs. He hadn’t yet had sex with her when they went on a family holiday with his parents.

The first night Fiona had pulled down Martin’s boxer shorts she had laughed in his face and that moment still hurt him now. Kim heard this part of the story and could see that Martin was upset and gave him a long cuddle pressing her tits into his chest and her long hair into his face. She said innocently:

“How big is yours, show me and I bet I don’t laugh. Size really doesn’t matter if you love each other.”

She thought to herself I have never had a stud with a cock smaller than 8 inches so this should be interesting.

He pulled out his throbbing 4 inch cock and Kim smiled at him and said:

“Is that for me, I’m flattered.”

She pushed her huge tits together with her elbows and bent forward to take a closer look. Martin couldn’t believe how amazing her tits locked inside the jumper and with one pull on his tiny cock he came, not a torrent like his father but a mere dribble.

Kim smiled at him:

“I never knew you felt this way, maybe we should consider going out together but first I want to hear about Fiona. I hope you dumped her for laughing at you.”

Martin was delighted, his dream woman was offering to go out with him. He told Kim how he had not seen Fiona for much of the week’s holiday. What he did not know was that after that first night Fiona has given up on her boyfriend and had been in a terrible mood the next morning. Martin and his Ankara travesti mother had gone for a swim and so it was just Fiona and Richard at the apartment.

“How are things with Martin” Richard asked.

“I always thought he was really great but lacked confidence, now I know why. His dick is tiny, it is a mere stub. Sorry I shouldn’t have mentioned it, he probably inherited it from you” she said smiling arrogantly.

Ricard replied:

“I think you will find that he inherited that characteristic from my wife’s family, the men all have tiny dicks and it is a dominant gene I’m afraid. Look Fiona I can prove it.”

He pulled out his huge cock and waved it at her as it swung obscenely and grew harder and longer.

“How big is it” she asked quietly. “I have never seen anything like it. He certainly didn’t inherit that.”

“Bigger than Martin’s then? He doesn’t have 15 inches to offer you.”

Fiona had never seen one half this big.

“I thought this week was going to be a waste of time but now … can I touch it, it is throbbing, God it’s huge!!”

“Funny, I never thought this week was going to be anything other than fantastic. My son finally gets a girlfriend who has endless legs and huge tits and unfortunately he inherited a useless dick from my wife’s family. You’re going to enjoy being fucked by this” he said as he walked up to her, mauled her tits and pressed his monster through her lips.”

Martin knew nothing of any of this.

She had only managed to take 8 inches but after 20 minutes she was still slobbering over it and trying to eat his huge balls. “This is how much I cum and you better get used to it this week” he said. He pulled his monster from her mouth and pointed it at her face. The look of desire and expectancy on her face transformed to one of shock within seconds. He had picked up the phone and dialled his son’s number and waited for him to answer.

He was wanking himself on her face when Martin said: “Hi dad, what are you and Fiona doing? Mum and I will be back in 5 minutes. I need a chat with Fiona.”

“Don’t worry son, Fiona is about to have a drink and a shower, she is feeling much better about the holiday now. She is just having a drink now or I would get her to come to the phone.”

Whilst Martin replied his father put the phone down, pointed his cock at his son’s girlfriend’s mouth and erupted. For ten seconds, whilst he could vaguely hear his son droning on about enjoying swimming he covered Fiona’s face in cum and fired huge quantities into her mouth. He reached for the phone and interrupted Martin: “Is your mum there, I need a quick word.” He pressed his cock back down Fiona’s throat and started cumming uncontrollably. He told his wife that he planned to go on a cycle ride today with Martin and Fiona who was a keen cyclist whilst his wife could relax in the department. His wife didn’t suspect a thing as he pulled his dick out and pressed it against Fiona’s t shirt which struggled to contain her tits. He covered her t shirt in cum within seconds before wrapping his dick in her hair Antalya travesti and cumming steam after stream into her silky hair. As he ended the call he pushed his cock back inside her mouth and released what Fiona thought would be the final dregs of his amazing ejaculate but it was 30 seconds until she felt the contant stream slowing down her throat.

“This afternoon I am going to fuck you so that you can’t walk for a week Fiona. You better have a shower now.”

That afternoon the 3 of them started the bike ride. Fiona was much happier and Martin was hopeful they could get back on track after her hurtful laughing last night. They were riding for 20 minutes when they reached the first of 4 big hills. Martin was working much harder now. Richard had made sure they all knew the route and had encouraged Fiona to challenge him that he was too old to get over the hills. He turned to them both and said: “See if you 2 youngsters can cope with my speed. He accelerated away and Fiona tried to respond. Martin called for her to wait for him, Fiona turned and shouted:

“Surely you can keep up with your father.”

As she accelerated away to catch Richard, Martin thought he heard her say something about him not inheriting his father’s abilities and thought it was cruel of his father and her to laugh at his lack of cycling ability.

Very quickly Richard and Fiona were miles ahead as Martin laboured and stopped on the first hill. They were racing quickly but not in competition but in order to get as far ahead as possible so that they could stop and fuck for as long as possible. Fiona was desperate to be fucked by the monster she had tried to swallow this morning. They stopped at the top of the third hill. There was no-one around for miles and Martin was probably labouring an hour behind them. She bent forward and pulled her top off –

“Don’t you feel bad that you are going to fuck your son’s girlfriend?”

“Not as bad as you would feel if I put this away” he said waving his huge hard dick in her face.

“You arrogant bastard” she said grabbing his cock and sucking it desperately into her mouth before he could withdraw his offering. For 20 minutes he simply fucked her head with his huge knob. She desperately wanted to feel his huge balls explode in her mouth again but he controlled himself. She was pretty and busty but he had enjoyed better cocksuckers than the inexperienced Fiona and his main turn on was the fact that he was cheating on his son and stamping his dominance over him. He eventually pulled it out of Fiona’s mouth to protests from her

“But I want you to cum like this morning” she pleaded.

“Oh I will honey, but first I am going to reshape your pussy.”

Her fear and pain as he put his monster in her turned to constant orgasms over the next half hour as Richard lived up to his promise and fucked her so that she wouldn’t walk properly again that week.

“If I cum in you, you will be pregnant. Are you on the pill.”

“Yes, I need you to cum in me. Don’t you dare pull out” she screamed.

He pressed his İstanbul travesti monster deep inside her and said: “Do you think Martin could reach up there with practice?”.

She laughed and he did too.

“Not even half way, now stop bragging and empty those balls into me.”

Richard smiled down at her and complied with her demand. In 3 huge thrusts he was cumming an endless stream of hot cum into her. Two minutes later Fiona looked like she had been fucked half to death but she had a strange smile on her face as he pulled his still hard monster out.

“We have 15 minutes I reckon before Martin gets here so there is time for me to fill your throat with my cum as promised” Richard said.

“Do you never stop or go soft?” she asked in amazement.

He grabbed his balls and said: “I will safe this load for my wife then, should I” and Richard started to put it away.

“That would be a waste” she said wickedly and grabbed his huge cock and wanked it lewdly in front of her face licking it. “Your wife is such a nice person, why would she marry a shit like you. But then again your wife doesn’t have a pair like these to make your cock constantly hard does she?”

Fiona pressed her large tits together and slid the angry looking weapon between them.

Richard replied:

“She is a plain woman who gets this dick every so often so she is grateful. I provide her with all the money she could ever need and of course she doesn’t know that I tend to fuck any woman I want.”

“Including her beloved son’s girlfriend.”

“Exactly” he said pressing his dick down her throat as he watched his son wind his way up the hill towards them. “He will be here in 5 minutes so you better clean this off fast” he said and just minutes after he had emptied his balls into her he pointed his cock at her face and erupted. He painted her face with as much cum as he had deposited this morning and she marvelled at his virility as his pungent thick cum continued to fill her face and shoot into her hair.

With Martin about to come round the final bend Fiona went to the nearby brook to wash the cum out of her hair and of her face and hands. Richard smiled and popped his weapon inside his shorts – but not for long. Like so many woman he had met Fiona had become obsessed by his cock and would take big risks to be fucked by it or just to hold it. Every free 5 minutes they had he fucked her or she blew him off. She explained to Martin that she couldn’t walk properly for a few days because of saddle sore keeping up with his father.

Only recently had this holiday caused any concern for Martin after what had happened to Sally. Fiona had dumped him on her return from holiday without ever fucking him but she said she wanted to stay friends and keep in touch with his family.

Kim heard Martin’s edited version of that holiday and realised that Martin’s father has almost certainly replaced him in Fiona’s bed that week and subsequently. This man needs brought down a peg or two she thought to herself and she stroked Martin’s hair and pressed her tits into his face. Oh Kim, she heard him say as Martin released himself into his trousers again.

Kim said lovingly: “You can’t fuck me until you learn self control Martin” she said “but it is nice to know you like me soooo much” she said with a smile pushing her jumper bound tits firmer into his face.

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Francesca smiled as she woke up next to Michael. They had slept for a couple of hours after spending the afternoon in bed. She sat up in bed and started to move to the edge of the bed. She jumped as Michael grabbed her hand.

‘Mmm where are you sneaking off to?’ Michael sleepily whispered, his fingers gently stroking Francesca’s hand.

‘I was just going to the bathroom.’ She leaned over and kissed his lips gently. ‘You keep the bed warm.’ She walked over to a cupboard and took out a towel and quickly wrapped it around her. She didn’t like walking around totally naked and wanted to freshen up. Michael admired her shape as she walked into her en suite bathroom and closed the door, blowing a kiss to him.

Francesca was feeling really good. She quickly sat down to pee and turned on the shower. She closed her eyes as the hot water coursed down her breasts and stomach, her pale skin was flushed as the hot water continued to flow over her. She heard a noise and turned to see Michael come into the bathroom and approach the shower. She stood to the side to let Michael in and stayed silent as he worked his hands all over her body. She leaned into his body and wrapped her arms around him as the water bounced off their skin.

Michael loved holding Francesca close in the shower. She had pulled her hair into a tight bun on top of her head and she dodged the water to avoid wetting her hair. He reached up and stroked her cheek and she reached up to stroke his. He knew he was at least twenty years her senior but he knew her desire for him was like nothing else she had felt before. They stood together silently for a moment before Francesca turned off the shower and led Michael out of the shower. He took the towel and wrapped it protectively around her shoulders before rubbing her body. He admired the shape of her breasts and the way they hung plump and free. He gripped her right breast tightly and quickly kissed her, slipping his tongue into her mouth to seek hers. She kissed him back and took the towel and wrapped it around him, rubbing his body down, feeling the muscles in his back and chest. She gently kissed his nipples in turn and looked up into his brown eyes. He smiled warmly at her and squeezed her hand tightly.

‘You know sexy, all that hard work has made me hungry.’ He whispered, gently kissing her forehead.

‘Oh? Well what would you like? I think you’ve really worked hard today!’ She smiled.

‘Anything is fine. What have you got in?’

‘Hmm let’s have a look in the kitchen.’

Francesca walked into the bathroom and put on her dressing gown as Michael wrapped the towel around his waist. He followed Francesca to the kitchen as she opened the fridge. Ankara travesti He spotted some fresh pasta and a tomato sauce.

‘Here babes we can have pasta and this sauce.’ Michael smiled, getting the packets out of the fridge for her. He kissed her again and sat down on the sofa as Francesca started to prepare the food.

A little while later Francesca took the empty dishes into the kitchen and topped up hers and Michael’s wine glasses. She was still dressed in her dressing gown and Michael was still wrapped in the slightly damp towel. She sat beside him on the sofa and rested her head on his shoulder. He slipped his hand down the front and stroked her breasts gently, paying particular attention to her hardening nipples. Francesca arched her back at Michael’s touch and reached between his legs. Her hand soon found his semi hard cock and she grinned at him.

‘What are you smiling at?’ Michael laughed as his cock grew harder. ‘You’re a naughty girl.’

‘Oh? Am I?’ Francesca said softly, fluttering her eyelashes. ‘I’m a very good girl.’

She stood and wrapped her gown tightly, while removing the belt from the loops at her waist.

‘Sexy sit on this chair here.’ Francesca whispered as she moved a dining chair to the middle of the floor. Apprehensively Michael nodded and sat down and he quickly felt Francesca tie his arms behind his back. Satisfied he was securely tied, Francesca kissed his head and walked out to her bedroom.

Michael was unsure what to think, he loved to experiment and he knew how much fun sex with Francesca was, but he was still unsure what she was going to do next. He felt his cock harden as he thought about her. He wasn’t alone for long and he looked up obediently as he heard her bedroom door close and saw her transformation.

She had dressed in a short black skirt, white blouse and a school tie, teamed with white ankle socks. She was carrying a small bag in her hand and she rested it on the sofa. He couldn’t believe how amazing she looked. He knew that she wasn’t a real school girl, but her youthful look was almost convincing. He felt so dirty and totally overcome with lust

‘Oh sir, I think I’ve been a bad girl.’ She whispered in a low purr he hadn’t heard before. ‘I think I need some.’ She paused. ‘Correction.’ She fluttered her eyelashes and pouted slightly, leaning over to kiss his chest.

‘Oh babes you look fucking amazing. Oh I’d love to correct you! Hadn’t you better untie me?’ He eagerly moaned. He wanted to fuck her again and fuck her hard.

‘I thought I would show you what a bad girl I am first.’ Francesca purred. She had dressed as a submissive school girl but she was the Antalya travesti dominant one now. She sat down on the sofa and took the bag in her hands. She extracted her favourite purple dildo, around 7 inches long and an inch and a half wide, as well as a bullet vibrator. She sat on the edge of the sofa, directly facing Michael, and spread her legs, revealing her white cotton knickers. She rubbed her lips underneath the cotton and sucked her fingertip, she loved to taste her sweet juices on her fingers. Francesca felt so aroused and she was relishing giving Michael such an intimate show. She pulled her knickers to the side and ran the tip of the vibrator between her moist lips. Her pussy lips weren’t only moist but also swollen and pink, ready for action. She moaned loudly as her dildo entered her. Michael watched in awe as Francesca fucked herself with the dildo, still dressed in her school uniform and socks. He badly needed to fuck her but knew he was helpless as Francesca relentlessly fucked her pussy and rubbed her clit. Her pretty eyes were closed and she spread her legs even wider as she approached orgasm. Michael badly wanted to touch his cock and he could feel the precum leaking out of him. He was going to fuck Francesca as hard as he could give it and she was going to take it. She had stirred him up so badly he wasn’t going to rest until he had banged the fuck out of her.

‘Mmmmmmmm fuck!’ Francesca moaned, becoming more breathless before she finally came, crying out loudly as she held as much of the dildo as she could in her dripping tight cunt. He was amazed by how much she had been able to take of the dildo and he desperately needed her to take his big cock. Michael’s eyes didn’t leave Francesca’s body as she slowly pulled the dildo out. She rubbed her swollen lips and gently touched her clit, gasping with the increased sensitivity her orgasm had given her. She stood and held the dildo before her, waving it at Michael’s face. He could see her juices glistening on the plastic and could also smell the sweet aroma of her cum as she approached him.

‘Babes let me fuck you!’ Michael cried, wriggling in his chair. Francesca smiled at and squatted over him, her outer lips gently kissing the tip of his cock. She gently slipped the dildo into Michael’s mouth and watched him eagerly suck it clean, loving her sweet taste. Once he was done she dropped the dildo behind her and eased herself down onto his throbbing dick. Michael moaned in relief as his bare cock finally found the tight pussy it had been seeking. He looked down and admired Francesca’s accommodating pussy as she grinded down before easing up slowly and back down again. She had such a good rhythm İstanbul travesti for fucking him. The soft fabric of her skirt against his thighs was making sure Michael’s cock carried on throbbing even harder than ever.

Francesca continued to ride until Michael almost came deep inside her. She slowed down and gently eased up, kissing Michael’s lips as she stood. By this point Michael needed to show Francesca who was in control. He was going to fuck her good and hard no matter how she wanted it. He looked at her young body and smiled to himself as he realised she was about to untie him. As he expected she walked behind him and untied the knots and he sat for a moment to allow for a greater element of surprise. Francesca was still standing beside him as Michael leapt up and grabbed her body, quickly pulling her to the ground.

‘You horny fucking prick tease! I’m going to fuck you good now!’ He whispered through gritted teeth. Francesca moaned lightly as Michael gripped her hard and pinned her face down onto the carpet. Michael’s grip was almost hurting her as he held one hand behind her back to stop her moving. Francesca was completely at his mercy and he pushed his legs against hers to force them further apart. Her white knickers were still on and with one hard yank he ripped them down and eagerly pushed them down her legs, exposing her pussy and arse, her skirt up around her waist. With no hesitation Michael slipped all of his cock into Francesca’s dripping young hole. He fucked her with such force that Francesca shrieked in surprise at his powerful thrusts. She revelled in the fact she was being fucked so hard and loved being dominated by him. He reached around to her blouse and pulled hard to tear it open and expose her bra covered breasts. He lifted each breast out of the cups and squeezed hard with each thrust, Francesca trembling with pleasure as she approached another orgasm. This time, however, Michael came first, his cock throbbing and twitching as his hot spunk fired into Francesca’s well fucked pussy. As she came her muscles milked the last of the cum out of his cock and Michael released his grip on her arms. He pressed his body close against Francesca and kissed her neck. He realised that he had been rough with her and gently stroked her body as she relaxed beneath him. Being careful not to disturb her, he moved up and Francesca turned to lie on her back, smiling up at him. She slowly sat up and slipped off her clothes, leaving her naked on the floor. She was no longer self conscious but somehow seemed younger and almost vulnerable. Michael stood and held his hand to lead her back to the bedroom. She stood as Michael turned off the lights in the living room and walked with her to the bed. Francesca was tired and sleepy and Michael could see it in her eyes. He held her close as they lay in the bed together, his arms embracing her warm body. His cock was totally spent and he soon felt himself drifting off to sleep a few minutes after Francesca.

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A Chevy Tahoe, the woman driving on the phone, crawled toward Barr’s parking space. He could see her move her hands from the steering wheel to the phone, gesturing to whoever she was talking to, and then put them back on the wheel. Emeli kissed him, her tongue soft on his. He kissed her back, wondering if the woman could see them. The Tahoe was inching closer, a couple of spaces away from Barr’s car, the woman looking around and over his car as she searched for a space.

Emeli kissed him again, slowly, her tongue teasing his the way he liked it. She was sitting on his lap, her legs on either side of his, facing the tailgate in the back seat of his Honda Element. Her hands were on the back of his head, teasing his hair. She was riding his thighs slowly, her panties sopped, not really grinding, but just hard enough so both of them could feel it.

“Is she looking at us, Daddy?” Emeli wrapped a couple of strands of his hair around two fingers and nibbled his neck so slightly. Barr felt the pleasure go through him; “baby girl,” he said and made the l last for seconds. His cock was pleasingly hard, in that way it felt when it was still in his pants, bulging, but before he let Emeli take it out.

“She’s looking over here, princess, but I don’t know that can see us” said Barr, and he slid a hand to Emeli’s left thigh, just above the knee. She shivered slightly. “What’s she going to see if she looks at us, kitten?”

“Daddy fucking his good little slut,” said Emeli, and she started riding his thighs harder.

*****

Barr had met Emelie by accident, one of those freak things that happens in bad movies and that people make fun of as they walk out of the theater. He was in a mid-town Manhattan coffee place on a a sunny fall day, finishing a meeting with a literary agent who had an impressive resume, a four-figure handbag, and a personality that explained why she had two ex-husbands. She had spent most of the meeting telling Barr, despite his talent, that he would never be successful because he wasn’t commercial enough. Barr had pretended to agree with her, all the while wondering why he had ever thought talking to her was a good idea.

The meeting ended. Barr knew this because the agent stopped talking, got up, and held out her hand. Barr rose, shook her hand and went to sit back down when an a 20-ish woman, adorable and slight and small and with oversized glasses and the most amazing dark brown curly hair, moved gracefully around the agent and not so gracefully into Barr.

Some of the young woman’s coffee spilled on Barr’s lap, and the rest sloshed around in the cup. Barr, trying not to lose his temper, suddenly realized he couldn’t decide whether to get mad or to laugh. The young woman’s face had turned beet red and she kept trying to apologize, but she was so embarrassed that it was difficult Ankara travesti for her to get a sentence out. The agent, seeing Barr was OK and that the girl was embarrassed, made the appropriate noises, picked up her handbag, and walked off.

Barr, grabbing for a couple of napkins on the table, tried to wipe the coffee off his lap. All he did was make the napkins wet.

The young woman had calmed down enough to speak: “I don’t know what happened,” she said. “I was so busy not running into that woman that I guess I didn’t see you.”

Barr smiled. “It’s OK,” he said. “That was the best part of my meeting. Really. I just wish you had gotten that woman.”

He took the dripping coffee cup out of her hand, placed it on the table. “I’m Barr. Why don’t you sit down, and we’ll replace that, and you can tell me why you run into strangers in coffee shops.”

She started to turn red again, shook her head no. “I can’t do that, I need to go, I’m so sorry, just don’t worry about it.”

“Do you know how cute you are when you blush like that?” said Barr, and the woman blushed again. What Barr didn’t tell her was that he was thinking about her body as she stood there, how small it was and what it would look like naked, riding his cock, her hair frizzing in all directions and the nipples on her small breasts as hard as possible.

“I’m Emeli,” she said, and sat down.

*****

Nothing happened at the coffee shop. Instead, they talked for 30 minutes, until Emeli had to go to class. Barr gave her his number, told her to text him if she wanted to have dinner. He would be in the city another couple of days, and it could something as simple as a sandwich if she wanted. “You’re cute and funny and smart,” he said, “and I like cute and funny and smart.”

She texted him the morning of the day he left; could they have lunch? They did, a long and wonderful lunch in a Spanish place near NYU with a little wine and lots of conversation, and even some hand holding and thigh touching. Barr was pleased, but also surprised, at how she enjoyed the wine and the lunch and the talking and the way he touched her, and he had an ulterior motive.

Then Emeli took her hand in his, squeezed it. She leaned over and kissed his lips gently.

“I’ve never done anything like this,” said Emeli. “I haven’t even had a boyfriend since high school.” Then she became serious, and Barr liked the way her mood changed and how how her face became so determined. If she cut class, she said, would he come back to her apartment (her roommates were in class) and fuck her the way she had been imagining as she touched herself the last couple of days? She didn’t blush too much when she said it.

Barr nodded yes. He ended up missing his plane, but didn’t mind paying the non-refundable penalty. At all. She Antalya travesti had been everything he had imagined in the coffee shop, wild and erotic and needy and hungry for a Daddy who could please her and hold her and take care of her. And then fuck her again.

In the six months since, they had seen each other when he was in the city. It wasn’t often, but they had Skype and the phone, and they made do. He loved to hear her cum, how she started out so low and quiet, almost ashamed, and then as her need built, she became louder and louder.

And he knew he would hear her cum – feel her cumming, share her cumming, practically revel in her cumming – in just a few minutes. They had agreed she would come to Dallas on spring break (after arguing about who would pay for the ticket; Barr had lost, and she paid for it), and he had met her at the baggage claim 15 minutes earlier. She was wearing jeans and a loose red sweater, and underneath the sweater was a camisole but no bra, and she also had on the panties he had bought her at the Victoria’s Secret near the West Village. He had had to make an effort not to finger her in the claim area.

The back seat of the Element, with its removable seats, was perfect for fucking, and especially the way Emeli had asked to do it: In public, so she could ride her Daddy’s cock and watch him as he filled her pussy. So Barr had thought of the airport parking garage. The car was parked on the top level minus one, where there would be enough cars so they could get off on how public it was, but not so many that someone would call the cops.

When they found the car, he put her luggage in the tailgate, and walked around to the driver’s side to open the suicide doors. Emeli was standing on the passenger side, practically bouncing up and down. “Now control yourself, young lady, or you know what will happen,” he said and grinned. “Yes, Daddy,” she said, and made that little girl pout that got him so excited.

Emeli shrugged her pants off as she climbed in on the passenger side. Barr left his on; there would be time for that later. She was astride his lap before he realized what was happening, and her enthusiasm, the way she wanted him, pleased him the way it always did. That’s when he saw the woman in the Tahoe, felt Emeli’s kiss, and knew how much he wanted her, then and there and hard and fast and rough.

“Are you Daddy’s good little slut?” he asked, and she moaned yes, humping his legs faster. She was so wet that she was making his pants wet, and he could smell her and he wanted more.

The woman in the Tahoe was almost directly behind them, and if she couldn’t see Emeli moving back and forth, then she wasn’t looking. Barr took his hand, lifted her ever so slightly off his lap, and tried to pull her panties down. Emeli moved her hips to help him, İstanbul travesti then finished pulling the panties off. They slid to the floor of the car, and she kicked them to the side.

Emeli was hungry now, as hungry as Barr had seen her. She reached for his hand, tried to push it on her pussy. He grabbed her wrist, slapped her hand. “Not yet, angel. You know not yet,” he said. She moaned. He was sweating, but still in control. No woman had ever tested his control like this.

Emeli was breathing heavily. “Touch my titties, Daddy,” and he did, his hand flat against her sweater, pushing and rubbing her nipples. She made whimpering noises, and he closed his eyes, reached under the sweater and the camisole, and pushed and pinched her nipples in time with the noises. He swallowed, opened his eyes, and the woman in the Tahoe was just on the other side of the Element. He couldn’t see if she had the phone in her hands.

Barr lifted his ass from the seat, moved his hands to her hips, touching her ass again and again. “It’s time now, Emeli,” and she undid his belt and the button on his jeans. He lifted up a little more, wriggling out of the pants. They fell to his hips, and he pulled Emeli to him, both hands on her ass, kissed her softly and deeply, finding her tongue, and kicked off the pants. His shorts came off somehow; Barr really didn’t notice how.

“Emeli is going to fuck Daddy hard,” she said and pushed herself down on his cock and then again, and then again, sliding her hips from side to side and whimpering more loudly with each movement. Her cheeks were flushed, her hair in a huge frizz. Barr felt how wet her pussy was as she pushed down, and he moved to keep legs together so she did all the work.

“Fuck Daddy hard,” he said. “Show Daddy how much my princess needs Daddy cock,” and he looked for the Tahoe one last time, and it seemed to have stopped to his left and he thought he could see the woman watching.

Emeli had the rhythm now – up and down, up and down, up and down, and Barr watched her face, her eyes shut tight and her mouth barley open, her tongue flicking her lips, saw the orgasm start to build. He could feel it coming in him, too, how slippery she was and how his cock felt when she pulled off and then pushed back down, the edge her movements gave him. He was moaning now, and they both knew it was close, Emeli pushing down and lifting up and then one more time, the final time, and Barr finally spreading his legs and taking all of her, his cock so hard and full and ready and then cumming into her, and Emeli somehow pushing down one more time to take all of her Daddy, his cock and his cum, and she was moaning and begging, and then “Yes, Daddy, yes…” and the words broke up and then just her noises, keeping time with Barr’s moans.

He held her close, his cock still inside her, kissing and stroking her hair. “My angel, my princess” and she rocked slowly and kissed him back and he knew she was what he wanted, had wanted for a long time.

Just then, he heard the Tahoe pull off. At least he thought it was the Tahoe, and they both smiled.

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They had only chatted on the Internet a couple times, but that was enough to know they should meet. They found each other in a chat room and seemed to make an instant connection. They shared a common interest and upon learning they lived only twenty miles apart, each decided to act on the situation. He said he had never met anyone over the net, but she had done it a couple times before with success. She pulled up to the hotel in her red convertible and entered the parking lot. Driving around back, she found room 117 as they had discussed. She got out of the car and pushed her black leather skirt down. She checked herself in the reflection of her window, grabbed her purse and closed the car door. She knocked one time.

“It’s open.” She turned the knob and pushed the door open. He was sitting on the couch across the room, a drink in his hand. “Welcome. Did you have any trouble finding the place?”

“No. Your directions were great.” She looked him over, he was reasonably attractive with seemingly a nice physique.

“Can I pour you a drink? I’m having whiskey.”

“That would be great … with ice please.”

He scanned her long legs, his eyes rising from her high heels and up her shapely legs. He stood and walked to the wet bar. As he poured her drink, she took a seat on the couch next to where he had been sitting. She crossed her legs, her skirt riding up her hips and exposing more of her tanned skin. He handed her the glass as he sat back on the couch beside her. They talked about the city, Ankara travesti small talk really, as they sipped on their drinks. After fifteen minutes of polite conversation, he was ready for some fun. At least he was hoping it would be fun.

“Should we get down to why we are here?”

“I think we should. Will you excuse me for a minute?” She stood, grabbed her bag and walked towards the restroom. Closing the door behind her, she quickly pulled her sweater over her head. She possessed large firm breasts. The kind men love to fantasize about. She unzipped her skirt and let it drop to the floor. She looked at herself in the mirror and admired what she saw. She was wearing a royal blue body stocking with holes cut around her nipples and crotchless in design as the fabric stretched between her thighs. It was a thong from the backside with just the briefest of fabric stretching up to her neck. From her bag, she pulled out a twelve inch long, one and one-half inch thick penis shaped vibrator and a little device that had two marbles attached by strings to a small base unit.

Meanwhile, he had moved into the separate bedroom and removed all his clothes. He had applied generous portions of baby oil to his body, paying close attention to his nipples, cock and balls. His body was shaved smooth with his mustache as his only body hair. They had chatted about this and she had commented that she found the smooth look particularly exciting. He was standing in the bedroom facing the bathroom; his semi-erect Antalya travesti nine inch cock pointing in her direction.

“Are you ready for me?” She called out from behind the closed door.

“I’m semi-ready” he responded, trying for a little levity as he found his nervousness rising. As she walked out, he couldn’t believe how lucky he was to be standing there at that moment. She cut a striking figure in the bodysuit and heels.

“Before we begin, I could use your help.” She walked up to him and handed him the balls on the string. He had a confused look on his face. She turned to face away from him and bent over, her hands on her knees. Her beautifully shaped ass pointing up at him. “Please be a doll and help me with those.” He realized what she wanted, he had seen this on a movie some time ago but never in person.

“It helps if you cover them in saliva first. They are clean.” He put the marbles in his mouth, then one at a time slid them through the rim of her asshole.

“Please turn the switch on for me.” As he did, she stood straight up and let out a low moan of pleasure. She turned to face him, “They bounce around inside and feel so very good. Now it’s your party, where would you like me?”

“Anyplace you are comfortable is fine with me.” Pulling the bedspread to the floor, she crawled onto the sheets. She rolled onto her back and spread her legs wide apart for him, her heels digging into the mattress. He was at the end of the bed staring at her beautiful İstanbul travesti body. His hand encircled his hardening cock and he began to stroke himself. She turned her twelve-inch vibrator on and began to tease her clit. They watched one another, neither saying a word. After a few minutes of foreplay with the vibrator, she began to ease it between her blood engorged pussy lips. She slowly fucked herself with the large vibrator as he watched. His hands were moving over his oiled body, but never moving far from his erection.

His cock was solid in his hand as he watched this beautiful lady writhing on the bed before him. He reached into the ice bucket and grabbed three small ice cubes. After pushing them around his body, he brought them between his legs. In quick succession, he slid each of them inside his asshole. The sudden cold invading his body sent shivers through him. Her left hand teased her nipples as she used her heel to slowly pump the vibrator into her body. They continued to play with themselves and fuck the others mind for close to thirty minutes before he knew he could last no longer.

He stretched out on the end of the bed, his hand quickly pumping his cock. A giant stream of cum shot from his cock and landed on his chest and neck. He continued to milk cum from his cock, it bubbling out the tip and over his fingers. She watched and waited until he was finished with himself. She brought the vibrating penis to her clit, a wave of pleasure swept over her body. She collapsed on the bed for a couple minutes. She turned off the marbles and pulled them from her ass, then abruptly stood. “You were great. Send me an email in a month or so and I’d be happy to meet you again.” She grabbed her bag and keys and walked out the door … wearing only the bodysuit and heels.

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