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It’s Perfectly Normal

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All my stories take place in a parallel world, very similar to our own, where STI’s do not exist, so my stories are filled with practices that are highly unsafe in this world. I’m not going to say don’t try this at home, but take care of yourself.

All my characters are of legal age, and you should be, too—do not read my stories if you are under the legal age in your country/area. Any resemblance to real persons, locations, or events is entirely coincidental.

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“So, Jacob, how have you been doing this past month? Any progress?” Doctor Wellington asked me, taking his seat in the armchair across from the overstuffed couch that I’d sunken into. It had been a month to the day since our last appointment. I blushed and looked down at my lap, reluctant to tell the embarrassing truth. “Are the dreams still happening?”

“Yes,” I answered softly. When I woke up this morning, my sheets had been completely soaked with my own cum. I couldn’t remember my dreams, but I knew they had been sex. Lots of sex.

I glanced up at him to see his reaction, but he was just looking down at his clipboard.

Last month he’d given me a medication that was supposed to help with my problems, but I was also supposed to be masturbating.

“How often are they happening?” He asked, taking notes as he spoke. I blushed, remembering the countless times I would wake up, soaked in cum, pleasure fading away with the memory of the dreams.

“O-once or twice a night,” I lied, squeezing my eyes closed as my cock throbbed in my jeans. It was still more than twice as much as it had been happening before our last appointment.

“I see. And how many times have you masturbated this month?” He asked. This was one of the big issues we had been working on for the entire time he’d been working with me. I’d grown up in a very religious household, and the punishment for masturbation had been severe. Even after I’d left, I couldn’t bring myself to do it. I was twenty-two years old, and I had never had an orgasm.

At least, not when I was awake.

“I… I still haven’t done it,” I confessed, deciding to be honest this time.

“Jacob, we’ve been working on this for almost a year now. Do you still believe it is wrong to be homosexual?” He asked, addressing the second issue that had been weighing me down with so much shame that I’d started to have panic attacks.

“No,” I admitted, and it was true. He’d introduced me to some friends of his who were biblical scholars, and I had been shocked by the truths hidden behind mistranslations, or that required historical context to understand.

I knew being gay was okay with Jesus now.

“Do you still think masturbating is wrong?” He came back around to the main issue.

“No,” I said, unable keep all my reluctance out of my tone. I’d seen what they’d done to my older brother—our parents.

“That’s right. Masturbating is normal,” he said, reasonably, snapping me out of those horrific memories.

“Y-yes.” I agreed with him, trying to will myself to believe it.

“Say it with me,” he instructed.

“Masturbation is normal,” we said together.

“That’s right. How about the medication. Any side effects?” He asked, scribbling away.

“I… I don’t think it’s working, doc. I think it’s making it worse.” I whined, remembering how horny I had been over the past month… And still was. My cock throbbed in my pants, leaking into my underwear.

“In what way?” He questioned; his pen Gaziantep Elden Ödeme Alan Escort poised to start taking notes.

“The dreams are happening even more, and I’m cumming a lot more… Like, there’s a lot more of it. And I’m so… Aroused, all the time.”

“That’s because you aren’t masturbating,” he admonished me in a gentle tone. “You need to masturbate. Say it,” he commanded.

“I need to masturbate,” I squeaked, the words sending chills up my spine.

“I know you mean it, but you also meant it last month, and the month before that. Given how much work we’ve done on this, and how little progress we’ve made, I think it’s time to run some tests,” he said ominously. “I’ve ordered some lab work, so that we can rule out any physical problems, and that means that I will need a sample before you leave today.”

“A sample?” I asked, thinking that I knew what he meant, but not believing it.

“You know exactly what I mean. Now, you have two choices: Either I can extract a sample by milking your prostate, or you can extract your own,” he instructed in a no-nonsense tone.

“M-milking?” I questioned, confused… What could that mean?

“I would conduct an examination of your prostate and milk a sample from you that way. It’s intense, but many gay men do find it pleasurable,” he explained. I stared at him in horror.

“I can’t do that!”

“Well, then the alternative is to be normal and masturbate into a cup.”

“I’ll do it!” I cried out, both horrified and intrigued by the alternative he’d offered.

Milking my prostate.

I’d have no choice, if he did that. My body would betray me, like it did in my dreams, as my doctor stuck his fingers up my ass and milked…

Milked me.

I felt my cock squirt precum into my already damp underwear as I thought about it.

I was breathing heavy, and I watched Doctor Wellington stand up and walk over to a cabinet to retrieve a specimen cup. He opened it and placed it on the table next to me before going back to his seat. He settled in, crossing his legs.

“You might not have done it, but I know that you know how it’s done. Take out your penis, Jacob. Either you get your sample, or I will.” His voice was deep, commanding, and there was something in his tone that I’d never heard before. My trembling fingers moved down to the front of my pants.

I couldn’t let him milk me.

Like a fucking cow.

Forcing cum out of me.

Fingers inside me.

Caught up in the fantasy, I tugged at my belt, pulling it loose of the buckle and letting it fall open to each side.

Next was the button, that was easy. After the button, my fingers carefully pinched the zipper tag, and I gently pulled it down, trying to pull the material up and away from my dick so that the sensations didn’t make me hornier

In front of my doctor.

Each click of the zipper, pulled tight, reverberated through the denim, sending tiny thrills through my erection. It only lasted a moment, but it was like my jeans were vibrating.

My pants were open, and only my loose boxers remained between my hand and my penis.

“Do you want to go to hell?” My mother’s angry screech echoed through my head, and my hand froze.

“Shhh, calm down,” Doctor Wellington snapped me out of it, bringing me back to the present. “Don’t worry about the past. The past doesn’t matter. What matters now is masturbating. You need to masturbate.”

“I need to masturbate,” I agreed absently, my panic rapidly fading away.

“That’s right. Say it again.” He instructed.

“I need to masturbate.” I said, with a sigh.

“Again.” He ordered, watching me from his seat.

“I need to masturbate!” I said, surprising myself with how eager I’d just sounded, and how my cock had throbbed with the words.

“Keep saying it.” He ordered, his voice making it clear that there was no room for arguments.

“I need to masturbate!” I knew that it would feel good, remembering the fading pleasure each time I’d waken up with my hard cock squirting into my sheets.

“And do it.” He demanded.

“I need to masturbate!” I cried out as my cock twitched and leaked, the wet patch on my boxers spreading.

“Take out your penis.” He cooed.

“I need to masturbate!” I said, as if in agreement, my hand moving to the fly of my boxers, flicking open the button.

“And masturbate,” he said, his voice making the word sound musical.

“I need to masturbate!” My fingers slid into the fly of my boxers.

“It’s normal to masturbate.” He reassured me, watching as the sensation of my fingers on my shaft made me squirm on the couch.

“I need to masturbate!” I moaned in delight, grasping my cock to tug it free.

“Everybody masturbates,” he commented in a light tone.

“I need to masturbate,” I cooed.

“It’s normal to masturbate.”

“I need to, ohhhhhhh!” I trailed off into a moan as my throbbing erection sprang free, bouncing up proudly, engorged, purple, glistening with precum.

“You need to masturbate,” he reminded me.

“I neeeeeed to masturbate,” I purred, my trembling fingers curling around my shaft, not quite making contact.

Ready.

On the edge.

About to masturbate.

“Masturbate!” He growled, and my grip tightened, my hand coming into contact with my obscenely erect cock. I’d touched my penis before, sure, but this time I’d crossed a line.

I touched myself for pleasure, and it felt good. I gave my erection another squeeze and watched as more precum leaked out.

“Masturbate.”

“Ohhhhh, fuuuuuck,” I cried out as I gave in and started to move my fist up and down my erection. “Gnnnnnnnn, ohhhhhhhhh, oh oh oh ohhhh,” I moaned and writhed, frantically moving my fist up and down my erection.

Why had I never done this?

How could they say this was wrong?

This was the best thing I’d ever felt. Why wasn’t everybody doing this all the time?

Something was happening!

“Dooooctor! Oh no, oh no!” I jerked my hand away.

“Masturbate!” He barked, sending my hand right back to my cock.

“Ohhh!” I moaned, my hand frantically stroking my cock again. The overwhelming feelings were coming back.

So much pleasure!

Masturbating is fun!

“Hnnnnnnnggggggggggg!” I cried out as my cock started to throb in my fist. I knew I should stop, but I couldn’t make my hand stop pumping.

And then it happened.

Pleasure, like nothing I’d ever experienced, at least when I was awake, slammed into me. I was staring right at my erection, watching my fist squish up and down it’s length, when it just… Went off.

Cum blasted me right in the face, right before my eyes crossed and rolled up into my head. I convulsed on the couch, feeling my cum shower my face and shirt.

There was nothing I could do about it.

There was too much pleasure to fight anything, I just had to ride it out.

When it was finally over, I wiped cum away from my eyes and looked over at Doctor Wellington, still panting.

“That was very good. You just had a breakthrough,” he congratulated me, and I smiled as I felt a burst of pride. “But…” He paused.

“B-b-but?” I asked. I had no idea what he meant.

“But,” he resumed, “You forgot to cum into the specimen cup.” I looked over at the pastic cup sitting on the table next to me with horror.

“Masturbate again,” he commanded. There was no doubt in my mind that it was an order.

“Again?” I asked, more to buy time than out of any genuine confusion.

“Again.” He confirmed, giving me a firm stare.

“Fuck!” I gasped, gripping my deflating cock, my own cum slicking my skin. As soon as my hand wrapped around it, it surged back to life.

“Masturbating is normal,” Doctor Wellington said conversationally as I started masturbating for the second time in my life.

“I need to masturbate!” I cried out. It felt even better the second time! I was getting close already. Never missing a stroke, I reached over and picked up the plastic cup.

“It’s normal to masturbate whenever you want,” he said encouragingly. “You already love to masturbate, don’t you?” Still stroking, I brought the cup to the head of my cock, hunching my hips to get a good angle.

“I love to masturbate!” I cried out, and my cock spurted into the plastic cup. It was nothing compared to how much I came the first time, but the pleasure felt twice as intense as it had the first time. My vision blurred. I moaned, and pumped, and worked every drop of pleasure I could from my dick.

When it was over, I held up the cup for him to see, to show him that I’d given him the sample he needed.

“Good job, but we need more than that. Masturbate again,” he ordered. My cock lurched in my fist. I’d never even let go of it, and it had barely had any time to deflate at all.

It looked so… Obscene. It was purple, and veiny, and glistening with the cum that was covering my hair, face, and clothes.

“I love to masturbate!” I said in a soft but eager voice, and my fist started to pump again.

“I love to masturbate! Ohhh, yeah! Masturbating is normal! I wanna, ohhh, fuuuck, I wanna masturbate all the time!”

“Yeah, that’s the spirit! It’s normal to masturbate all the time!” He encouraged me.

“Yeaaaaahhhhh! Masturbate! All theeeee tiiiiimmmmeeeee!” I squealed, my body shaking as my cock pumped a tiny third load into the cup.

When it was over, I stayed where I was. My cock was still hard, throbbing in my hands, but I didn’t know if I could do it a fourth time.

Hands took the specimen cup away from me, and I felt a rough towel fall onto my lap. I shook my head and looked up at Doctor Wellington, watching as he screwed the lid onto the cup.

“Clean yourself up,” he said. “You did a really good job today. This was an important breakthrough, and I want to keep the momentum from it. Can you come back next week?” He asked

“I… Yes, I can,” I said, wiping the towel over my face and clothes, trying to sop up as much cum as I could. My cock was softening, but it still felt…

Felt like I wanted to masturbate again already.

“Good. I want you to keep track of how many times you masturbate between then and now. Let’s see how many times you can do it in one week,” he said in an encouraging tone.

Masturbating feels so good.

It’s normal to masturbate.

It’s normal to masturbate all the time.

I’m going to masturbate so many times!

My cock was getting hard again.

“D-doc, c-can I… Can I masturbate again, right now?” I asked, my face burning.

“Sure you can. It’s normal to masturbate,” he reminded me in an encouraging tone.

“Yeah,” I agreed softly, my mind slowing down as I started to pump my erection again. “Masturbating is normal.”

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Sexy Aunt

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I am Mahesh, 21, studying in my final year of engineering. This has happened in my December holidays last year. Sneha aunty aged about 35 was living opposite to my house. My mother and this aunty are good friends. Aunty has got one daughter she is about 14 years old. Uncle was working in a private company and goes on tour quite often.

Sneha aunty looks very sexy and has got very good figure. She has nice round well shaped boobs with swinging butts. She wears saree very tight and always looks very sexy. I have masturbated many times thinking of Sneha aunty.

My parents have gone out of station and aunty has called me in an afternoon for lunch. I went to her house and pressed the calling bell. Aunty came in a yellow shiffon saree, more transparent and invited me inside her house. She had offered me lunch and told me that her daughter had gone to her brother’s house and would come back after a week. Her husband, as usual, has gone on tour. Aunty has provided me a nice lunch. After lunch we came to the hall and watching TV.I was watching some Tamil movie in which the lovers were moving in a very close position.

Aunty asked me why you see such false movies on TV. I told her just to pass time and this is quite interesting. Then Aunty told me not to be carried away by the false cinemas but to analyze the truth and enjoy. I could not understand. Aunty then told me not to see the cinemas on TV but to see the original. I asked what is that. Aunty came near to me in the sofa and told me that even though you are doing engineering, you could not understand basic things in life. I did not say anything. Then aunty continued that one should understand the feelings of a woman. She has then advised me to understand the feelings of women. I asked how and why. She told me that she was not interested in the imaginary scenes on TV but she was more interested in seeing the real things in life. She has still come close to me and sitting by my side and touching me almost.

She told me that she will show what is true enjoyment in life. I did not reply.

She has taken my right hand and kept it on her boobs and she had pressed my hand on her tits.

I felt very shy but at the same time very very happy. This is the first time, I am touching a woman’s boobs. She asked me to press hard and wanted me to press both her tits with my two hands. I had pressed both her boobs hard. She had closed her eyes and enjoyed. After some time she had kept my hand out and opened her blouse and wanted me to unhook her bra on her back. I unhooked her bra and she had thrown her bra down. I had seen her full karataş escort bayan size boobs. They are reasonably big and hard with a full black circle around the nipple. The nipples were standing straight like grapes. I kept pressing her boobs hard and I could feel my penis getting tempered and found it difficult to manage within my underwear. Then aunty advised me to suck her tits. I first sucked her left boob which was very tasty. After sometime, I have started sucking her right boob and I was sucking one after another for almost 10 mts. In between aunty could not control herself. She was keeping her hand on my pant and started pressing my tool hard.

She had then stood up from the sofa and guided me to the bedroom. She had laid on her back in the bed and I was sitting by her side. She had asked me to take her saree out. I had slowly taken the saree out and she had by herself untied the petticoat and wanted me to slide her petticoat. I had slowly taken her petticoat out. Aunty was not wearing panty. This is the first time in my life I am seeing a women fully nude. O God. She has a very big pussy, full of black hairs. The pussy was so big and fully bulged like a baker bun. Aunty had then removed my pant and underwear and we both were nude. Aunty was surprised and shocked to see my long hard penis which is about 8 inches. Aunty told me that my tool was bigger and thicker than her husband’s. Aunty was keeping my tool in her hand and stroking it.

Aunty then told me to cum in between her legs. She had widened her legs and her pussy was quite open. She wanted me to lick her pussy, pussy walls and clit. I have started licking her pussy. After few mts, I have found her pussy was more tasty. I had held her thighs hard and licking her pussy fast and hard. She was enjoying. As I keep on licking her pussy, it has become more wet and I could find some juice is oozing out of her pussy. Aunty wanted me to lick her pussy juice and I completely dried her pussy by licking it hard. Aunty wanted me to press her clit hard and I had kept her clit between my thumb and index finger and pressed it hard. Aunty was moaning but enjoying. Aunty wanted to open her pussy lips and lick inside. I had opened up her long and big pussy lips and sent my tongue deep inside her pink pussy. It was tasting so nice and I was keep on licking her pussy inside. Aunty was continuously moaning and enjoying. After few mts, aunty signaled me to take my mouth out and she had stroked my penis and it has become a monster. She told me to keep my tool at the entrance of her pussy karkamış escort bayan hole and to press my penis inside her pussy slowly. It is a new experience for me. My penis did not go fast. I was pushing my pole slowly and slowly and with every push, it was going at least 1 inch inside. After sometime, I could see my penis has gone completely deep insider her pussy.

Aunty then told me to press her tits hard and keep pushing my tool inside and slightly taking it out and then pushing it again deep. I was simply obeying her instructions. After few pushes, I was used to it and my penis was easily going inside her pussy and coming out easily. Aunty wanted me to speed up and wanted me to fuck her fast. I have gained speed and was pumping her pussy like a racket engine. With every push, aunty was moaning loudly and has started moaning more and more. Aunty told me Mahesh, fuck me hard and fast. Yes this is the fuck I have been waiting from you for the last two months. Keep fucking your aunty’s pussy hard. Mahesh fuck me hard and fuck me fast. Do not take your penis out. Keep fucking this horny aunty hard. I had fucked her with great speed for 5 mts. Since this was my first fucking, I was little bit tired. Aunty told me to keep my penis insider her pussy and wanted me to lay on her chest. I did so. Aunty then told me Mahesh see my pussy. How big it is. Can I sit quite with his horny pussy. Your uncle does not understand the need of my pussy. He has not been fucking me for the last two months. Just see how nicely you have licked my pussy. I enjoy more in getting licked than fucked. But your uncle will not lick my pussy nor will he allow me to suck his tool. Just see how nicely you are fucking you aunty’s pussy. What uncle used to do at night, you know, he used to lift my saree, push his penis inside my pussy, pump for few times, drop his cum inside or outside my pussy and get down and sleep. I have requested him on number of days to fuck me again for the second time. He has never fucked me for more than a time a night. That too for the last two months, he is not fucking me even once a night. And hence I have requested Mahesh to quench this horny aunty’s pussy requirements. With these dialogues, I have regained some strength. I have started pumping her fast and this time with more speed than the firs time. Aunty was moaning loudly still and told me Mahesh you are the best fucker. Your uncle has never fucked me like this in his life time. We have been married for the last 18years and this is the first time I am fucked fully and to my satisfaction.

These kilis escort bayan hot words made me more hot and I have started fucking like a mad bull and aunty was enjoying my every stroke and has been matching my stroke by lifting her butts up and up. This continued for 6 or 8 mts. I found my penis had become more hard and I had an urge to release. I told aunty that I am cumming. Aunty said she was also cumming and she wanted me to offload my cum deep inside her pussy. I have simply seen her face and she told me that she was in safe period and nothing would happen if I dropped my cum deep inside her pussy. I have again increased the speed and with few strokes, my penis have become more hard and started spraying my cum inside her pussy. I could feel aunty had also cummed simultaneously and her pussy juice was started coming out of her pussy. After few mts after dropping the cum, I found my penis limb and aunty told me to lay on her without taking my tool out. I laid on her chest and started sucking her tits. Aunty told me that this is the first time in her life that she has been fucked full.

Then Aunty suggested me to come down. Aunty had then got up and went into kitchen nude and brought some sweets and snacks. We ate some snacks and had cool drinks. While we are sipping the chill drinks, Aunty was stroking my penis and in no time this has become rock hard again.

I told aunty I wanted to fuck again; but aunty told me that she would show me yet another position for our fucking. I said ok. Aunty told me to lay on my back and my penis was standing right seeing the ceiling of the room. Then aunty had just gone mover my thigs and positioned her pussy in straight line with my penis. She had taken my penis in her right hand and had just pushed it in her pussy and my penis was slowly going inside her pussy. Aunty was sitting on my penis showing her face to me. She had told me to hold her tits and press them hard. After few mts aunty has started moving up and down. She was like riding a horse. With every push her tits were swinging and I was holding them them hard. Aunty has increased her speed and I too had raised my cock and pushed it hard in her juicy pussy. I enjoyed this fucking better than the first one. Aunty was fully enjoying and told me that her husband has never fucked her like this. After few mts of hard fucking, I told aunty that I am cumming and I cummed even without waiting for her reply. Then I found aunty had also cummed and both of cums were coming down and spread on my penis area.

Aunty had then taken her pussy out of my penis and sat by my side. Aunty had again started licking the sum which has been spread in and around my penis area and near my balls. Aunty has completely dried the cum and I had a feeling of being in heaven when aunty sucked my cock and balls.

This continued for more than week till her daughter comeback. We had continued this thereafter also when no one was at her home.

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How Do I Tell Him??

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A month ago, for our 22nd anniversary, my husband booked a massage for me. I had never had one, but had heard from my girlfriends how soothing, relaxing and calming they could be. Thus, I was looking forward to the experience, hoping it would be everything I had heard.

As much as I was looking forward to the pampering, I was apprehensive about the procedure. I knew it involved disrobing, but I wasn’t sure how I’d deal with being naked in front of someone, especially if the masseuse turned out to be a man. I hadn’t been undressed in front of any man except my husband in, well, a long time.

I arrived at the spa, checked in, and after a few minutes I heard someone-a male someone-call “Grace?? Grace Rockwell??” I looked up from my magazine to see a tall, dark haired, well toned young man. My heart skipped as he called my name again. I stood and he smiled. I walked over to him, he introduced himself as Andrew, extending his hand to shake mine. I could feel the strength in his grip. I also felt myself getting damp as his blue eyes looked into mine, and I realized that he would soon be seeing me completely naked.

“Come on back, we’ll get you ready.” He escorted me back to the massage room, which had a screen to undress behind, and where there was a robe and several towels. He had the room ready with scented candles. I undressed and put a towel around me, then put the robe on and walked out.

Andrew was getting set up for me, adjusting the wide massage table and asking me to let him know if the temperature was good. He had me lie on it, on my belly, once I had taken the robe off. I still had the towel around me, but it was obvious it was not going to cover all my sensitive places. He pulled the towel down, leaving it around my waist, and I was relieved that I was not so exposed.

Andrew started the massage, working first on my shoulders, then down my back. His hands were strong and magical. I was amazed at how he could relieve the tension in my body so firmly, yet gently. He was quiet, hardly talking to me, except to ask if he was putting too much pressure on some of the more sensitive spots. After about 15 minutes, I was in a state of limbo, somewhere between wakefulness and dreamy semi sleep on the heated table. It was good for my mind as well as my body, allowing both to relax and rest.

Andrew moved down to work my legs once he had finished with my back. I expected he’d start with my thighs, continuing his progress, but instead went to my feet, rubbing them and flexing my toes. I felt the burn as he stretched my toes, but it felt good. His foot massage was exquisite. I had never had my feet massaged in such a relaxing way, and I was soon in a dreamy la-la land. After doing the right foot, he moved to the left, giving it equal treatment. Then he started up my right calf, kneading and rubbing deeply, followed by the same attention to the left. Aside from the wonderful relaxation that came from the massage, I noticed I was getting aroused by Andrew’s firm touch, especially now that he was about to start on my thighs.

He started massaging the outside of my right thigh, then worked over the top side, then to my inner thigh. I instinctively opened my legs a little so he had better access. As I moved, I could feel the coolness of the air on my pussy as my outer labia opened. I knew Andrew had to see my state of arousal as he worked. He massaged the inside of my right thigh, and I knew I was getting wet as his touch was, oh, so close to my open pussy.

He finished my right thigh, then moved to my left side, starting the same process there, working up from my knee. Again, I moved to open my legs, giving him better access. As he massaged the inside of my left thigh, I gently moaned as he reached my pussy. I felt his finger trace the outside of my labia, giving me a start. The adult voice inside me was saying, ‘Hey!!’ my mouth said, “Mmmm…yes,” very softly. I felt his finger again go up my left outer lip, then back down on the right. I adjusted my hips to allow Andrew better access, and I soon found myself into another stage of the massage, this one much more intimate. I knew it was not the Deluxe package my husband paid for, but I was not about to deny myself the upgrade.

Having now gently stimulated my outer labia, Andrew started on my now open inner lips, gently inserting one finger inside me, then two, playing with my clit with his other hand. He was not hurried, and his touch was bringing me to a slow boil. I felt a third finger go into my pussy, and I flinched as he stretched me. He held still for a moment, letting me adjust, the started moving in and out of me, all the while playing my clit with his other hand. My slow boil started roll, and then he found my G spot, and I opened my mouth, my fists clenched as an orgasm rolled over me in a long wave. Andrew held his fingers inside me til I released, then he gently played them Gaziantep Otele Gelen Escort in and out of my inner labia.

As I relaxed on the downhill side of my orgasm, I sighed, quite contented with the attention I had just received. “Feeling OK, Mrs. Rockwell??” asked Andrew as he started to massage my lower back again.

“Mmmm hmmm,” I replied dreamily. “This is way better than I could have ever expected. And call me Grace.”

“Good. I’m glad I can make you relax and take some stress away.”

“Oh, you’ve done that marvelously. I don’t want it to stop.”

“We’re in no hurry, Grace. I have plenty of time for you.”

“Mmmm, take your time, then,” I said, still in a very relaxed, orgasmic fog.

Andrew worked down from my back to my butt, giving it a good work over, then lifted it so it was slightly off the table. My pussy was wide open now, after Andrew had played me so wonderfully. He stepped away a moment, then I felt the table shift slightly, and a large, blunt object at my opening. Really large. I realized he must have gotten up on the table between my legs, and was now about to enter me-if he could get inside.

My husband is not small, a good 7″ and fairly thick. Andrew was clearly out of that league. Again, the adult voice in me said ‘don’t you dare let him put that in you, what about Tim??’ As before, I ignored that inner voice, and moved my hips, letting Andrew know he was welcome, at the same time realizing I was about to cheat on my husband for the first time in our 22 plus years of marriage. Once I felt that plunge, I knew I was across the line and there was no turning back. Still, I wasn’t going to stop now, facing the reality of a hot young man wanting my middle aged pussy. He seemed to be having a little difficulty getting inside me, despite having just brought me to the height of arousal only a few minutes ago.

Andrew was patient, though, playing the massive head of his cock up and down my labia, teasing my clit. He soon made another attempt at my open, begging lips, this time getting the head in, stretching me open as it went in. “Ohhh…” I whimpered as he put about two inches of his shaft in before meeting resistance. He held there, holding my ass. After a few moments, he pulled away, almost all the way out, before pushing forward again. This time went a little easier, and he was able to get what I guessed was about half his cock in. The head was poking my G spot, and I felt him stretching me. He ran a finger over my clit, making me jump, as he slowly moved in and out of me, right on that magic spot, making me oh, so slowly crazy.

Again, he pulled back, and I whimpered again as he withdrew, this time poking my clit with the big head of his cock. He made circles and I drew in my breath as I felt the jolt from his stimulation. Then he pushed in a little farther than last time, pulling back again and working the head of his cock at my G spot, this time staying longer. He played there for about 30 seconds, and I had a crashing orgasm, crying out into the pillow I had on the table as I came. Andrew just held his cock in me while I convulsed all over it.

Once my orgasm subsided, he pushed his cock the rest of the way in, filling me with his thick erection. I felt like I was giving birth to one of my children, he stretched me so. Now relaxed from Andrew’s slow but steady entry, and one hellacious orgasm, I was ready for the main event. He slowly started stroking his cock in and out of me, taking his time. It seemed like an eternity as he fully entered me, his cockhead going to my cervix, holding a moment, then pulling away. He’d stop just before the head left me, letting it sit just inside my pussy, then push back in again. He kept repeating this pattern, sometimes pulling out to tease my clit, sometimes playing it over my G spot. It seemed he instinctively knew the places that would make me tingle and jump. After about 15 minutes, and three orgasms for me, I heard his breath shorten, and he took several short strokes inside me. I was already slick inside from a steady flow of his precome. I knew what was going to happen next.

The voice in my head, the responsible one, was saying ‘Nooooo!! Don’t let him do it!!’. My mouth said, “Inside me, Andrew, honey.” I pushed up and back, grinding my pussy into his cock. “Come inside me. God, I want your come.” I hoped his ejaculation would be as wonderful as everything else.

I felt him push deep, the throbbing head of his cock pressed against the opening to my womb. “Ohhhhhh…yes…” I whimpered as I felt his swelling dick fully stretching me. His hips shuddered, and I felt his big balls pull up against me as his cock pulsed, and a rush of semen filled my anxious vagina, then another, then another, each one filling me with a heat I had never known; filling my cunt and my womb-my unprotected womb. He kept coming for what seemed like forever. I started to come about the fifth time he spurted into me, still shooting long, lush bursts of semen, which by then were overflowing me.

Andrew stayed hard inside me for a good five minutes, stroking slowly in my messy cunt, all the while he was gently massaging my lower back. I was savoring the feeling of his hands on me while I could still feel the heat of his cock and come inside my flooded pussy. Finally he started to soften, and he slipped from me. Immediately I felt a big glob of his come spill back out of me, dripping over my clit and into a puddle on the sheet. I moaned gently, partly from the feel of his come dripping from my pussy, partly from the feeling of my pussy now being empty as the head of his massive dick left me.

I heard him get a hot towel from the steamer on the counter behind me. “Can I get you a towel, Grace??”

I felt another drip from my pussy. “Mmmmm…not just yet. I want to have a few minutes to savor this,” I said, still slightly giddy from the massage and the colossal slow fucking I had just received. I turned to see where he was, and saw him to my left, facing away from me, getting a good view of his tight ass as he worked at the counter behind me. Then he turned toward me, and I got a glimpse of what had just been ravaging my 45 year old pussy. His cock had relaxed a bit now that he was spent, but it still had to be almost six inches soft, and his balls were the size of lemons. I pictured him hard. No wonder it took him three passes to get that thing inside me.

I reached out for him, and Andrew came to me. I took his cock in my hand, stroking it. I looked up at him. “What you do with this thing is amazing.”

Andrew smiled. “Thanks. I just do my best to make my clients happy.”

I continued stroking, kissing the head. I watched as my wedding set moved up and down his shaft. He was getting hard again. I rolled to my side, facing Andrew, now giving him a full frontal view. I felt his cock twitch, so he must have liked what he saw, my C cup tits with their nipples erect, and my soaked pussy, my dark blonde bush tangled and matted, his come dripping from it and down my thigh to the table.

I took the head in my mouth, not able to get much more in, it was so fat. I licked him clean, noticing how nice his come mixed with my juices tasted. I released his head, then licked up and down his shaft, not stopping til he was completely clean-and again completely hard.

“Oh my God…” I said softly, looking in awe at the massive tool hanging in front of my face. I sat up on the table, now determined to get as much of this marvelous piece of manhood into my mouth. I took his cock in my hand, licked around the head, and got my mouth around it. I slowly swirled my tongue around the head, then took a couple inches in. Andrew just stood still, letting me get used to his size, and trying to accommodate him in my small mouth. He tasted hot, his flavor a mix of dick, semen, and pussy. I was still open and come soaked from his recent invasion of my pussy, but I could feel myself getting turned on again.

I could also taste Andrew’s precome as I worked on him, now getting about half his monster cock in my mouth. I was unsure how I wanted to finish him; feeling him come in my pussy was intense, and I wondered how his huge load would feel shooting into my mouth. But it was so hot having his dick in me, I wanted to feel it again.

I sucked on Andrew’s cock til I could feel it leaking profusely, a steady stream of his sperm seeping onto my tongue. When I heard his breath get short, I knew he was getting close, and I pulled him from my mouth. I moved so my legs were hanging off the end of the table, taking his hand and guiding him there. I leaned back, giving him access to my pussy. “I want to feel you inside me again.”

Andrew smiled, placing he head of his cock at my opening. He pushed in gently, though a lot easier this time due to the lubrication provided by his first load. He reached my cervix and held. I moaned as I adjusted once more to the size of his cock and the way it filled me. I felt his balls on my ass, and he lifted my legs to improve the angle. I gasped as I felt him go just a little bit deeper.

Now that I was well lubed, it was easy for him to thrust in and out of me, which he did more forcefully than the first time. I was in a better position this time, and I met him as he pushed into me, his big balls slapping my ass each time he hit bottom. He was stretching me as he did before, and I came several times as he fucked me. The last few minutes, I was in a state of constant ecstasy, just letting out a long moan from the fullness in my pussy, the way his cock spread my cunt open and how he drew it over my clit.

Andrew’s breath was getting short again, and I knew I was about to get another hopefully colossal load. I looked up and down his well toned upper body, watching the way his muscles flexed as he drove into me, finally looking into his eyes. “Come inside me. I want your hot come flooding me again.”

Andrew closed his eyes, and his hips bucked, then he pushed in deep. I yelped from the sudden intrusion to my depths. It set me off. “God, yes, come in my pussy, fill my womb with your seed!!” I sounded like a porn film, but I was overcome by the intensity of this 27 year old man who had upset my world.

Even through my orgasm, I could feel his cock pulse and the head swell, and his sperm spewed into me, strong, full blasts of his semen filling me and overflowing me. It seemed like he came for ten minutes and dumped a quart of come into my already soaked pussy. He let go of my legs, and I let them fall over the edge of the table, hanging in the air as he finished filling me.

When Andrew was done, our eyes met. He took my hands in his, pulling me up, and kissed me. It was a long, sensual kiss, affection as much as lust. I pulled away, out of breath. “That was amazing. I had no idea a massage could be so fulfilling.”

Andrew smiled. “I’m glad. Happy anniversary.”

“Thanks. It will be one I always remember.” Andrew smiled again, and slowly pulled his spent cock from my pussy. He went to the steamer and got us both towels, though I wasn’t sure there were enough towels in there to sop up the complete mess Andrew had made of me. I hoped I could at least get enough of his come cleaned up-not that I wanted to lose any of it-to get home and into the shower before Tim got home from work.

I finally got cleaned up enough to get dressed, standing on wobbly legs and stepping into my panties and pulling my skirt on. I decided the hell with my bra, pulling my dark green top over me, and stuffed my bra in my purse. I was still excited, and I could feel my nipples on the silky fabric. I normally don’t go braless, but I felt good doing it now, suddenly more alive and free than I had in years.

I came out from behind the screen, and kissed Andrew, tucking a $50 bill into his hand. “Grace, you don’t need to do this,” he said when he realized what I had slipped him. “It was my total pleasure to work with you this afternoon.”

I put my hand over his, holding it. “No, Andrew, it was my total pleasure, and that’s only a small, inadequate token of my gratitude. Today has been priceless.” He smiled and we kissed again. I looked at him a moment, almost getting lost in his deep blue eyes. “Maybe we’ll do this again some time.” As much as I thought that could be opening a can of worms I might not be able to reclose, I wanted an afternoon with him again.

I got home about an hour ahead of Tim, and took a long, hot shower. Aside from giving me the chance to clean up, it allowed me to let the feeling of the massage really sink in, and I was totally relaxed by the time my husband got home. He asked me how my massage went.

“It was a whole new experience. Way better than I could ever have expected. I was this close,” I held up my thumb and index finger, about 1/4 inch apart, “to just taking that young man’s hand-his name is Andrew-and running off with him so he could do that to me every day with his magic hands.”

“I guess you enjoyed it then??” said Tim, uncertainty in his voice.

“Oh, God, yes. I feel like wet spaghetti.”

“Speaking of which,” said Tim, deflecting, “how about we go to dinner. Andrew is not coming.”

Oh, but he did already, twice, I thought, as I laughed at Tim’s jealous moment. We had a nice dinner, and I sucked my husband off later that evening, much to his great delight. I told him he could return the favor the next night, as I was totally exhausted from the massage. Besides, I knew there was no way I could let Tim in my pussy without him knowing he was getting sloppy seconds.

***************

That was a month ago. A week ago, I was getting nervous because I was a week late on my period. It concerned me, but at 45, I’m on the cusp of the change of life, so I didn’t panic, even though I’ve been pretty regular since I first got it at 12. Today, I’m two weeks late. I went to Walgreens and picked up one of those home pregnancy tests, and I’m now sitting in my bathroom looking at it. I’m having a hard time processing what I’m seeing.

I’m pregnant. I’m sitting here at 45, pregnant. If the baby goes full term, I’ll be 46 when he(or she) is born. I’ll be chasing a toddler at 50, and paying college tuition with my Social Security.

How do I tell him??

How do I tell my husband of 22 years I’m pregnant?? How do I tell him the baby I’m having was conceived during the massage he gave me as an anniversary present?? How do I tell him I let Andrew, he of the magic touch, almost 20 years younger than I, put his huge cock inside me?? How do I tell him I let Andrew blast my fertile womb with a billion sperm, breeding me on the massage table?? How do I tell my older kids, now 18 and 20, that their mother is pregnant, and not by their father??

How do I tell him??

How??

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I Need To Be In Love

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Cowgirl

Lyn looked away from the sick green background of the computer monitor. Still, she could sense the face in the screen looking back at her; mocking her. It scorned her for turning 45, for staying married to a man she didn’t love, and for having a job she couldn’t stand.

The woman swiveled in her chair and was confronted by windows that reflected her short legs, lifeless hair and insignificant body. Had a more nondescript female ever been born?

She stood and detected a movement in the window. A man was walking past; a tall, younger man with a sure stride. She watched his reflection. It looked like Paul. But, of course, it couldn’t be Paul. Paul walked out of her life twenty years ago.

Or had he? Every young man with dark hair was Paul–the same man Lyn had met in the remote motel room when she was in her mid twenties in order to consummate their physical attraction towards each other. The same man who couldn’t complete the act.

He had blamed it on guilt. She suspected it was her undistinguished techniques. Both were half right. There were tears and embarrassment and anguish. No words were ever spoken.

Lyn’s life would be incomplete if she didn’t erase that awful fifteen minutes from two decades ago. But, of course, it would never be erased from her memory. She needed to erase its very existence by completing the act.

An old Carpenters song entered her mind:

The hardest thing I’ve ever done is keep believing
There’s someone in this crazy world for me.

Yeah, right. A married, middle-aged woman who looks more like Jim Carey than Mariah Carey. Lyn no more expected to be loved again than she expected to win the lottery.

She smoothed out her skirt and headed for the break room. She needed coffee.

The reality was this: Lyn was not an unappealing woman. Her short brunette hair was neatly cut and curled at the base of her neck. She had penetrating dark eyes and lips that begged to be kissed. Her figure was more than respectable, including shapely legs that lacked only the exaggerated length she was used to seeing on magazine covers.

In fact, when walking the local nature trail in the summer with shorts and a tank top on she was almost sexy. Almost.

Lyn’s biggest problem was Lyn. Her faith in relationships…and herself…walked out the door with Paul. She saw no need to make herself appealing.

The way that people come and go through temporary lives
My chance could come and I might never know.

On the opposite side of the office, Terry watched her enter the break room. He watched her ass sway under the skirt before Lyn disappeared around the corner.

Terry was a thirty-year-old accountant who would probably never rise above the supervisory level…and would be satisfied with that. Terry struggled through school. He struggled on dates. He would struggle through a career and retire.

“Go. Before she comes back out.”

The voice behind him was firm and sure. He turned to look at Sue, giving her the usual contemptuous sneer he gave her when he felt she was being a little too intrusive.

But she was right. He grabbed his coffee cup and headed quickly for the break room. He would deal with the cute, young meddler when he got back.

Lyn was seated at the undersized, square table in the middle of the room when Terry entered. They exchanged friendly greetings as Terry walked to the coffee maker. He added sugar to the cup and turned towards Lyn. Her legs were crossed under the table, exposing a good portion of her stocking covered thighs.

“Mind if I sit down?” the man asked.

“Of course not. How’s your day been, Terry?”

He lied. “Pretty good. How about you?”

The lying continued. “Good. We haven’t been real busy.” At least the latter statement was true.

“Us either,” Terry admitted. They paused to drink.

Lyn had always liked Terry and enjoyed watching him around Sue, the young addition to the accounting department. Sue was infinitely more outgoing than Terry and seemed to enjoy goading him into dating her girlfriends or other single women in the office. If Lyn was younger…and single…and prettier; well, she wasn’t any of those. But he WAS cute, she admitted.

“You look very nice today. Going somewhere after work?” Terry asked.

Lyn had to gather herself after the unaccustomed compliment.

“No. Not at all. And thank you.” She smiled at him sheepishly, nervously rearranging her legs under the table.

She felt the urge to change the topic. “So, how’s Sue been doing?”

“Oh, great,” Terry said cheerfully. “She’s gonna be great to have around.” He glanced at the door to make sure she hadn’t followed him. “She’s a lot of fun, but knows her stuff, too.”

“Still trying to set you up with dates?” Lyn asked.

“Of course.”

Lyn tried to put on her most innocent look. “Any luck?”

Terry laughed. “Hardly.”

Lyn was about to continue her questioning, but Terry added, “She has a lot of twenty-year-old friends.”

“So?” Lyn’s eyes widened.

“So, I’m beyond that. I want…, Gaziantep Escort İlanları well, not want exactly…I like women older than that,” he finally managed to say.

“How old?” Lyn was getting into this now, enjoying the young man’s apparent discomfort.

Terry eyed her carefully. “I think a woman ten or fifteen years older than me would be interesting.”

“Interesting?”

“Yeah,” he said. “Could teach me something.”

Lyn drank some more coffee and thought for a second. Where could she take this? Did she want to?

“Maybe an older woman would know better than to try to teach a young guy like you anything,” Lyn finally said.

“I hope not. Anyone who thinks I’ve done it all is in for a shock.”

Lyn couldn’t help but laugh at that one. She could see the insecurity on his face and decided to help him out.

“Ah, c’mon Terry. You’re a good-looking young man. Most older women would be very intimidated by you.”

Terry had walked, or been pushed, into the room as the “aggressor” and felt strangely defensively now.

“Intimidated? I doubt that. Would you?”

Lyn was afraid that was coming. She felt unsettled just sitting with him in the break room. Being alone with him would surely cause her to crumble.

“Uh, well, I think my days of thinking about young men are about over,” she said.

He stared at her intensely. “The question was: Would you be intimidated by a younger man? I think you said a good-looking younger man.” A small grin crossed his face.

It was Lyn’s turn to wonder how the conversation had made the sudden detour.

“Every woman has fantasies.” Lyn let the statement hang in the air like a cloud. She would have given anything for someone to enter the room and relieve the man of having to say anything.

Lyn looked into Terry’s brown eyes. Her body froze. Paul’s eyes were looking deep inside her. She was no longer in the room with a young accountant. Lyn and Paul were naked in a motel room. Her mouth was around his cock, feeling it grow. Then he was on top of her and inside of her.

Then…it was over. Without anything happening.

Lyn had given Paul lots of freedom. She never asked him to leave his wife for her. She always thought her actions alone could convince him what was right for them. Eventually, he said “goodbye” by walking out the door without saying a word. So much for freedom.

“Tell me your fantasies.”

Jesus. Terry blinked as he asked the question and Lyn was thrown out of the eyes she had fallen into.

“What?” Lyn could barely speak.

“Tell me your fantasies,” he repeated nonchalantly.

The woman desperately wanted to. She felt a compelling urge to. She opened her mouth…and the two were joined by a pair of coworkers arguing over the qualifications of competing Star Search contestants.

Lyn and Terry looked at each other in silence. Lyn rose from her seat.

“I have to get back. I’ll talk to you later, OK?” Lyn said.

If it was meant to be an invitation to continue the discussion, Terry accepted. “Sure.”

The man was left sitting alone, his heart racing. Lyn walked briskly back to her desk and threw herself into her chair. She scolded herself for even thinking about answering that asinine question. Yet, she knew she would. Eventually.

Terry rounded the corner of his cubicle and caught the upper half of Sue’s face looking over the wall.

“Shut up,” Terry blurted.

“What?” Sue used her most innocent of all voices. Terry couldn’t see her mouth, but he could tell from her eyes she was smiling.

The girl continued. “You two are going to hook up. I just know it.”

“She’s not my type,” said Terry.

“Bull. You want her.”

“Don’t you have work to do?” Terry asked.

The blonde head disappeared to the sound of giggles.

Lyn spent considerable time that night laying in bed thinking. She thought about Terry and his question…and her answers. She asked herself if she found him attractive. The answer was yes. She wondered how he’d be in bed. There was no answer to that one. Just fantasies.

Then she thought about her and Paul. Was she ready for something like that again?

The next day Lyn was back in the office, staring at her computer screen and watching people in the windows. Life went on.

Late in the afternoon she headed for the large, secluded room that housed the Xerox machine. Her print job was mammoth and, of course, the machine was being uncooperative. Not paying attention to the clock, she found herself watching the machine spit out pages well after the normal closing time.

Her mind was lost in the drone of the Xerox.

“Tell me your fantasies.”

The voice was real. And close. Lyn turned her head and saw Terry. He stood directly behind her, inches away.

“Oh. Hi,” the woman exclaimed. Her voice shook from the scare he had given her. Then she grasped the words that he had spoken.

For all her preparation since he first asked her for this information, she was unable to reply.

Terry placed his hands on her hips, looking down at the sheer white blouse and the black skirt. “You do have fantasies, don’t you?”

She could have screamed, or slapped him, or walked away. Instead, she continued watching the copier.

“I have fantasies of someone loving me very much,” she said quietly.

“And making love to you to prove it?”

“Yes.” She almost sighed the words.

Terry’s hands moved down the skirt. Just above the knees he reached the hem. His fingers slipped inside and touched her legs.

“Could this be a younger man? A younger man that needed to be taught some things by a wonderful, more experienced woman?”

Lyn smiled nervously. “You mean an older woman?”

“Well…,” Terry smiled with her. His hands moved up the inside of her skirt, feeling the hose on her smooth thighs. “I think I answered that yesterday. Today, we want to know what YOU want.”

Lyn thoroughly enjoyed playing word and mind games with this man. Could she do more?

“I’ve got everything I want.” Lyn tried to sound convincing, but even she didn’t believe the words.

“Hell. I don’t think so,” Terry answered firmly. “When was the last time you begged to have sex a second time with someone because you loved them that much and they were that good?”

“Terry!” Lyn said. She cried out not because she was offended by the question, but because a woman her age was SUPPOSED to be offended by the question. In this case, the pair of hands rising slowly up her legs, getting closer and closer to her moist cunt, prevailed.

She said, “Never.”

“I thought so. You have fantasies about a man you love making you cum until you scream for more.” Terry’s hands reached the top of her legs just as the words were spoken. His fingers felt her warmth through the pantyhose and panties.

Lyn broke the ensuing silence. “We’re in a room and we’re naked. He’s on top of me, licking and sucking my breasts while I stroke him. Finally, he enters me and I feel completely filled.”

Lyn stopped. A hand was rubbing her pussy and she scarcely noticed.

Her voice trembled. “He’s SO hard and long. I play with myself as he enters me again and again.”

Terry’s hand found her clit and rubbed it hard.

“I hear him groan and then I feel him…I feel him cum inside me. He’s pushing harder and faster. I come, too. It’s better than anything I’ve ever felt.”

Terry moved his hand inside her pantyhose, inside her panties and down to her pussy. He rubbed her clit some more before inserting a finger into her dripping cunt. Lyn put her hands on the copier and felt Terry’s hard cock press against her ass.

Tears rolled down her face. She wants to cum, but she can’t. Not this time.

“Terry?” Lyn asked.

The man withdrew his hand slowly. “Yes?”

She paused. “Will you meet me here tomorrow after work?”

“Of course I will,” he said with reassurance.

“And will you make love to me?”

Terry used his hands to turn the woman around.

“Until you beg for more,” he said. His mouth closed around hers and they kissed passionately. Afterwards, Terry wiped the last of the teardrops from Lyn’s face.

“Now help me carry this back to my desk,” Lyn said as she turned back to the machine. She needed to get away from him. Until tomorrow.

Driving home, Lyn considered her options. Call in sick; tell Terry she’d made a mistake; or, wear her shortest skirt and thong panties. Why couldn’t things ever go right for her? Why couldn’t this be her husband expressing this much interest in her?

Lyn showed up the next morning in a short skirt and sleeveless silk blouse. By mid-afternoon she had received a half dozen compliments. She and Terry crossed paths a couple times during the day, but they didn’t talk.

Terry spent much of the day watching the clock. Sue invited him to lunch, which he accepted. This had the usual effect of making him horny, or in today’s case, hornier. For once, his mind was on something other than Sue’s perfect little body while they were together. By the end of the lunch hour he was beginning to prefer Lyn’s understated calmness. Maturity, he guessed, was a better word.

Between five and five-thirty the offices began to empty. Lights were switched off randomly throughout the floor–until Terry sat alone in his department and a glow radiated from the Xerox room.

The sound of the machine could faintly be heard. Not a soul was in sight. Terry stood from his chair and took a deep breath. The throbbing between his legs had already started.

This time, Lyn saw the young man as he stood at the door. She removed a batch of copies and let the machine continue. Then she looked at him once more and smiled.

“Nice outfit,” Terry said, taking a couple steps inside the room.

Lyn blushed. “Thanks. It’s not my…uh, usual attire.”

“Special occasion?”

Lyn watched him step closer, within an arm’s length. He was very good-looking, she determined. Or was this an attempt to justify things? She knew, now, that her desire was indisputable.

“Yeah. Kind of.”

Terry put his hand on the back of her neck, under her hair. Then he ran his fingers along her shoulder to the top of her arm, the skin exposed by the sleeveless blouse. They stood facing each other. Their eyes locked.

The man lightly placed his hands on her waist and lifted her. Lyn’s eyes widened and she reached with her hands for the top of the copier. Just that quickly, she was on the machine.

She exhaled a nervous giggle, feeling the excitement flow through her body. Lyn watched as Terry turned and closed the door to the room, pushing in the lock on the handle at the same time.

Returning to the copier and Lyn, Terry slid his hands down her bare legs and slipped off her shoes, letting them fall to the floor. He pushed them aside with his own shoes and looked back at the legs dangling in front of him.

Terry’s hands touched the outside of Lyn’s knees, moving up until vanishing under her skirt. At first he suspected her of wearing no panties. His hands reached her waist before feeling the thin material of her thong.

By now, the little skirt was pushed up so that it barely covered her pussy. Lyn felt Terry’s fingers wrap around the thong and begin to pull. She lifted herself off the copier and the panties appeared from under the skirt.

He slid them down her legs and deposited them with her shoes. She wondered if he could see her shaking, because her entire body felt as if it were trembling. Lyn prayed she wouldn’t have to unbutton her blouse. She had a compelling urge to simply watch him take her.

For once, her prayers were answered. With her legs separated slightly, Terry moved forward and stood between them. Starting at the top, he worked his way down her blouse, opening it with ease. When he pulled it out of her skirt and undid the last button, it lay open, revealing a small, black bra.

The man’s hands were inside the blouse quickly. He felt the outside of her breasts, then moved his fingers to the nipples, which protruded under the soft material of the bra. Terry was pleased to see the front-opening clasp and unfastened it.

The bra opened, but lay across the bulk of the breasts, held in place partly by the erect nipples. Terry’s fingers released the bra and pushed it aside.

Lyn’s breasts were not the largest, not the fullest, not the firmest Terry had ever seen. But they were enticing and his hands felt their softness. It didn’t take long for his mouth to replace his hands. He licked and sucked until Lyn thought her nipples would explode. She felt the wetness between her legs increase and wished she could touch herself.

Lyn’s hand, instead, reached for and found Terry’s erection. Even through his pants she could feel the bulk of his cock. That caused the man to increase his attack on her breasts while, at the same time, lifting her skirt from under her ass.

Without saying a word, Terry unbuckled his belt, pulled down his zipper and let his pants fall to the floor in a heap. The bulge in his boxers excited Lyn. It was only a few seconds later that Terry had the cock out and the boxers at his feet.

Lyn wanted to put the large cock in her mouth, but she suspected that Terry had other plans for it. Her assumption proved correct when he put his hands at the base of her back and pulled her forward. She placed her hands behind her to steady herself and watched as the young man raised her skirt to her waist.

Her pussy waited anxiously for his touch. Lyn spread her legs wider apart and Terry inched forward. When his cock was within reach of her cunt, he put his hands under Lyn’s ass and raised her off the copier.

Terry’s cock twitched with anticipation. It pointed up to the ceiling, well above Lyn’s cunt.

“Put me inside you,” Terry said to Lyn.

She didn’t hesitate. Her hand eagerly touched him and positioned the cock at the entrance to her cunt. He lifted and pulled her toward him simultaneously. The tip of the cock disappeared inside Lyn.

A quick thrust and he was half inserted. Lyn moaned and rested her hands on the top of the copier once more. Another push and he was in deep enough to feel her thighs hit his legs.

Now he put the woman back down on the machine and leaned into her. Lyn leaned back.

“Relax and let me make you cum,” Terry said in a low voice.

Neither relaxing nor cumming seemed likely to Lyn. Her mind raced with memories and mixed feelings. It wasn’t until Terry began fucking her in earnest that she put herself back into the present.

Terry was driving into her with increased force. The sound of their skin hitting against each other could be heard above the whir of the copier. Occasional grunts and groans came from both participants.

Lyn thought back again. Would he slowly soften and fall from her, unfulfilled?

If she had let her mind concentrate on reality, she would have realized that this man was by no means dysfunctional. As Terry watched the woman’s breasts bounce with his thrusts, he came closer and closer to an orgasm. He lifted her by the ass again and found a better angle to enter her. Lyn cried out with pleasure as the hard cock slid across the inside of her vagina.

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IM Black Silk Scarf

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This is a follow up story to Secret Valentine but can be read independantly.

After an uneventful Tuesday lunch, Kim was working monotonously in front of the computer in her cubicle when the intra-office IM alert sounded on her computer. When she viewed the message it simply read, “Care to play a secret game?” Moving the mouse to delete the message, she read the senders name, and her breath stopped. Black Silk Scarf. She knew instantly what it referred to.

Mental images of her Valentine’s Day secret seduction of her boss and the black silk scarf he wore as a blindfold to shield her identity attacked her mind while memories of the deeply passionate, forbidden, carnal pleasures they shared sent sparks of excitement between her legs.

Months had passed since that seduction without any repercussions and until now, she had been certain he had never guessed her identity. She wondered if it was possible that he now knew the truth?

Fingers shaking Kim typed out the reply, “I like games… and secrets.”

Almost immediately she was reading the response from Black Silk Scarf.

“This game is simple. You must complete and document each task you receive with a photo and short narrative of the experience. After each task is completed, email the documentation to [email protected]. Do you agree to these terms?”

Kim was thinking that Instant Messaging was an accurate description of this intra-office communication, wishing she had more time to think about what she was doing.

“OK,” is all that Kim could muster in her reply.

Black Silk Scarf’s next IM provided the description of her first task. “Remove your bra immediately and remain that way until you return home.”

It wasn’t difficult to remove her bra in the privacy of her cubical, but the risk of getting caught certainly made her senses tingle. After unclasping the standard white bra she slowly slid it off her breasts, her body shaking with shocks of warm energy when the material ran across her hardening nipples.

Kim sat in her cubical, taking in the erotic excitement of her first task. She had been a late bloomer not getting her curves until well in to college. A runner, she always remained physically fit and her dark hair and complexion caught guys attention even before her curves had developed. Now, her firm breasts were too large for the “B-cup” she normally wore and without her bra she felt their freed weight, yet like many younger women they almost defied gravity, remaining high on her chest.

Her very sensitive nipples “stood out” without the protection of a bra. Without the bra, even her dark, loose fitting blouse did little to conceal the near full inch of excited nipples straining against it, and anyone in the same room as Kim would certainly notice her excitement. The rest of the afternoon Kim’s male coworkers obviously noticed her free spirit, especially during a conference meeting where she recognized a few bulges growing in their pants.

Kim had started the afternoon cautiously, but her excitement was empowering and erotic, so rather than go straight home after work she decided to go grocery shopping and continue her adventure.

Late Tuesday night, Black Silk Scarf received an email from Kim’s personal account. Attached were a few pictures Kim had taken using her iphone during her first task. His favorite photo was one Kim had taken in the freezer isle at the grocery store. In it she had pulled the material of her top tight against her nipples which were obviously cold. The email included only a short poem.

An afternoon without a bra encouraged lingering stares

Modesty filled my thoughts but with time I lost my cares

After work traveled I to the grocery to buy pears

With great anticipation I await all your future dares

Kim rolled into work early Wednesday morning, anxious for her next task. All day she checked her IM and email for the next task, but it wasn’t until almost 5pm that her computer chimed with an IM from Black Silk Scarf.

“Tonight’s task will take planning to get the necessary photo. Order pizza and then take a shower. Time the conclusion of your shower with the arrival of your pizza. When the pizza boy comes to your door, answer it only in your robe and invite him to step inside. Be sure the delivery boy sees a slip of your nipple.”

As she rode the train home from work, Kim noticed an ache developing between her legs. She was unsure if following orders or being exposed was more erotic. On the train she searched her iphone app store until she found one which, once started, took continuous pictures until it was stopped.

In the shower Kim was lost in a fantasy ending of yesterday’s meeting which involved male co-workers and the conference table in that room. She was certain that they had all had similar fantasies. In the shower, the soapy bubbles cascaded down her body like a creamy river. Tonight she ran her hands over her breasts time and time again, feeling the nipples react favorably at Gaziantep Escort Reklamları her touch. Their excitement demanded attention and when she began to gently roll them between her delicate fingers, her knees weakened and she felt warm bursts of electricity shoot between her legs.

Unconsciously, Kim’s right hand drifted down her stomach to her narrow landing strip of dark pubic hair, her stance opened providing access for a single slender finger to satisfy her most basic and instinctual need. Her touch was gentle but experienced and deliberate. Slowly the orgasm was building from a place somewhere deep inside, her muscles began to tighten, preparing for an explosion of pleasure.

At the sound of the doorbell, Kim was jerked from the brink of orgasm back into her reality. She shut off the water and stepped out of the shower still soaking wet, both inside and out. As she approached the front door she threw on her floral silk robe, pressed the start button on her iphone multi capture photo app and swung open the door. She hadn’t bothered to tie the robe, holding it closed with one hand.

As instructed, Kim invited the young man to step inside and closed the door behind him. Instantly she was aware of his lust, the air was thick with it. Kim rarely used checks, but this time she sat on the chair near her door and methodically filled out her check line by line. Standing above her, she knew he had a great view down the front of her robe. When Kim stood, she allowed her robe to open, no longer concealing the wet body beneath. The young man was speechless, afraid anything he said or did would bring this fantasy to an abrupt end.

She wanted him to take her, spin her around and destroy her pussy with his throbbing cock, but he was more boy than man and did nothing. Eventually, Kim closed her robe and sent him on his way.

Later that night, Kim searched through the pictures taken by her iphone until she found the perfect one. It was shot from just behind the pizza boy into the house. In it you could see the back of his head and shoulder, the pizza and of course Kim. She stood there, robe open with the edge of one nipple peeking from its edge, her flat stomach still dripping with water from the shower. The delivery boy’s left shoulder teasingly obscured everything below her navel except for the smallest part of the top of her perfect landing strip.

In the message to BlackSilkScarf@ yahoo.com Kim wrote:

The pizza boy got quite the tip

More than just a little nip

To the bedroom I went alone

Three times there had I cause to moan

Actually, she only brought herself to a single orgasm after the pizza boy left, because its intensity left her debilitated, incapable of a second.

Black Silk Scarf’s cock hardened in his pants as he imagined Kim masterbating in her bedroom. She had exceeded the last tasks requirement to expose a nipple to a stranger in her home and he was certain she was ready to move on to the next task.

The positive reinforcement she’d received from her two exhibition experiences were having an effect on Kim. Her normally drab work wear was becoming less conservative, shorter skirts and tops which revealed more of her perky and ample cleavage. She spent more time on hair and make-up and she was abandoning comfortable undergarments in favor of sexier bra and panty combinations.

At work Thursday her new bolder dress was capturing the attention of many of the men in her office. There were more frequent visits by them to her cubicle, they made efforts to carry a conversation with her and chivalry seemed to be reborn. The new attentions made Kim feel like a woman, individual, powerful and desired. A few of her male coworkers even inquired when she started working, even though she had shared their office space for nearly a year. Others were noticing her transformation.

After lunch she received another IM from Black Silk Scarf.

“Congratulations, you are exceeding expectations in completing your assigned tasks.” His IM lingered, Kim imagined her boss Eric saying those words and was convinced she had seen them on a recent performance review. It left little doubt in her mind who was behind the Black Silk Scarf moniker. Rather than a simple “thanks” Kim unconsciously replied, “I am yours to command.”

In the following IM Black Silk Scarf spelled out the details of her next task. “You need a new pair of sexy, high heel shoes. After work, go shopping, but remove your panties and provide the shoe salesman an unobstructed view of your sweet nectar. This time, you must ask the salesman to take the photo of the view between your thighs. Send him an email with the photo and your narrative and bcc me.”

After work Kim visited a bar near the shopping center to muster the strength needed for her next challenge. The bar was busy and the men there could sense her arousal. She could have drank free all night long given the pheromones she was putting out, but after a few drinks and a solid buzz she made one last visit to the ladies room where she removed her soaked, black lace panties and then began to stake out several shoe stores searching for the right salesman to assist her with the task.

Late that night, Black Silk Scarf was blind copied on an email to a young shoe salesman. Attached to the email was a single photo depicting a view between Kim’s legs which would rival those found in any adult magazine. Kim had been wearing a short free-flowing skirt which she had hiked up high so that the subject of the photo was not shadowed. Her right foot, tipped with a tall heeled red-bottomed shoe, had been pulled up and rested on the edge of the same chair in which she was sitting and her other leg was opened slightly to the side. This positioning did not leave much to the imagination.

A dark, narrow and neatly trimmed trail of pubic hair was situated just above the swollen lips of her pussy which was obviously wet with desire. The young pink lips were slightly opened, crying for attention. On the inside of her thigh, near her wet desire rested a man’s hand.

The text in the email provided Black Silk Scarf a glimpse of what had happened.

You were the fourth to see this view but the first to be so bold

To move your hand high on my thigh where I was anything but cold

You stole a touch warm and wet that caused my lips to sigh

Someday soon I may return to feel you deep inside

Finally it was Friday, Kim thought. This had been the final day of her Valentine’s Day Seduction which had ended with the best sex of her life. She longed for satisfaction, wondering if Eric had felt the same way then and if he was feeling that way now. Much to her surprise, she waited all day for an IM which would provide a hint of things to come. All day Kim found it hard to think about anything except sex with her boss, wondering if it could possibly be as passionate as their first encounter.

At 5 minutes to 5 her computer lit up with an IM from Black Silk Scarf.

“Did you find some shoes?”

Kim playfully bantered back with “Yes, but not what I’m looking for right now. The good news is that I found an experienced salesman who I’m sure can get me at least a size 8 or 9.”

Black Silk Scarf ignored her reference which obviously referred to the size of his cock and instructed her: “Buy a white sexy bikini swimsuit. Be sure the top has removable padding. Remove the padding and spend Saturday floating the river in it. Your photo documentation should include at least 4 college guys.”

Kim was both disappointed that she would not feel Eric’s cock inside her tonight and excited for a new daring erotic challenge. She was no stranger to the river, and had spent many weekends floating it with friends, mostly a few years back when she was still in college. But back then she was a different person; modest, shy, intimidated by the horny young guys and self conscious about her relatively undeveloped body.

Today she was a different person physically and mentally. At 26, she was still physically fit, toned from her nightly runs, but curves had settled in all the right places. Had her breasts been any larger they would have looked out of place on her petite figure and even she knew her active lifestyle provided her a nearly perfect ass, both tone and shapely. Kim’s naturally dark complexion and biweekly trips to the tanning salon bronzed her body from head to toe. Her exotic body had provided her practice and attention of men boosting her confidence and she had become aware of the power her sex offered and was beginning to learn just how to wield it.

Like many women, Kim enjoyed shopping and twice in a week was fun. Admiring herself in the small white bikini in the dressing room, she admired her body and the affect it would have on men. Without the padding, it was easy to see her nipples straining against the thin fabric. Looking closely she could even make out her small dark areolas through the material. Kim was certain that, when wet, it wouldn’t leave much to the imagination.

Most of Saturday morning Kim spent building the courage necessary for her task and even without being wet her bikini was drawing attention at the tube launch site.

On Sunday morning Black Silk Scarf found several emails from Kim’s personal account. The first several emails included only attached pictures and no text. There was a close up of the bikini top in the dressing room, some of her on the tube floating in the river and several of her partying with young guys along the river. In all of the pictures except the first one, her quarter sized, dark nipples were clearly visible through the wet and nearly transparent material. Not only were her bikini bottoms small, wet and tight they too failed to hide the thin landing strip of Kim’s bush or the outline of her pussy lips. He wondered if she had removed their liner as well.

The final email included his favorite photo, one with two young guys who had untied and peeled down Kim’s top just far enough for both nipples to peek out above the fabric. Whether it was the cool river waters or her excited state didn’t matter to Black Silk Scarf, because he was lost in their exotic, excited state, slowly stroking the swollen cock in his hand. Like previous emails it included a poem which provided the highlights of the day’s activities.

Water cold, nipples hard, exposed for all to see

Shy at first but liquid courage set my spirit free

Young cocks did swell beneath their trunks whenever I walked by

Thier lust for me I shared for them each and every guy

Body shots, tits engulfed by guys who numbered three

Many offers were declined to enter my wet pussy

Not one or two but more I craved my hot aches to satisfy

All day long did I wander through a foggy, erotic high

Sunday afternoon, Kim’s iphone barked with an email from Black Silk Scarf.

“Some of the world’s finest art is hidden from the world in private collections. I believe art should be displayed for all to enjoy. Tomorrow I want you to push the limit of the company dress code. At three o’clock IM me with the number of men you think got an unobscured look at your glistening pussy or of your hardened nipples. Come prepared to work late.” Kim was certain that Monday her wanton pussy would be satisfied with the hard thickness of a throbbing cock. Just thinking about it made her wet and her pussy begged for attention, but with uncommon strength she resisted.

Monday morning Kim spent extra time dressing for work. She used her darkest lipstick and wore her hair up except for the few strands which flirted with her face. She smoked her eyes with three shades of gray. She had no use for panties, but wore her best shelf bra which provided support, lift and additional cleavage without covering any of her erect and excited nipples. Kim searched through her skirts until she settled on a short, grey one which clung to her, highlighting the tight curve of her runners ass and even providing an occasional cast of her already engorged pussy lips. For her top she found a light mauve colored button down shirt with a plunging neckline. In college it had fit her well, but her breasts were larger now causing the buttons to gap, providing others a view of the side of her breasts and at the right angle, basically above or to either side, nipple too. The material was thin and offered little resistance to her aroused nipples and when at the proximity of conversation, the dark outlines of her full nipples and areolas were noticeable.

She had dressed for work like this as part of her Valentine’s Day seduction and was not surprised by the added attention she received. Surprisingly, it was more erotic this time having to tally the number of people that got a free preview.

In the elevator a man slightly behind and to her left was straining for a view of her breasts so Kim made sure her shirt gapped enough for him to be able to describe the size, color and state of arousal of her nipple to his friends later on at the water cooler. One.

Casually she dropped something on the floor between her open legs and asked a man standing in front of her to grab it. As he bent down she pulled the front of her skirt up and out to make sure he got a just reward. Two.

When she finally reached her office floor she was the only one to exit. Stepping off the elevator she bent over and blew them a kiss looking between her legs. Three, four, five and six.

This was fun. Before the morning break three more men and one woman had seen at least one of her nipples and two more men were gifted with long looks between her legs during a meeting. The attention had her pussy soaking with wetness and burning with desire. During her morning break Kim was able to find a balcony above the open waiting area where she tallied thirteen through twenty-one.

Number twenty-two, an IT geek got the best show. Kim had reached under her desk and unplugged several cables from her computer. While the technician worked under her desk she remained in her chair legs open wide. When she was certain he was watching she slowly slid her hand between her legs, lightly stroking her wet pussy. As he watched she slowly teased both him and her, running a finger up and down her moistened slit, more of her finger disappearing with each stroke. Finally when she could no longer take it, she buried her finger deep inside her begging pussy. Slowly she fucked her finger until, with little effort she came, waves of pleasure shuddering through her body. When she finished she slowly slid her finger from her warmth, stood and headed to the ladies room leaving only a small wet spot on her chair and a geek with a raging hard on under her desk.

When she neared the rest rooms, a young security guard approached her. “Mamm, please come with me,” was all he said. Kim obeyed, now feeling uncomfortable in her choice of attire. Through an endless maze of cubicles he led her until they reached a suite simply identified as security.

The security guard was handsome, well built and young, probably fresh from a technical school. The name on his badge, Cole, made her think of cowboys.

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I Call on Virginia

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Most of my lady friends are younger than I, some quite a bit but one exception is Virginia, who is old enough to be my mother. She is a widow who was married for a long time to a man who had been impotent for the last five years of his life. Virginia remained faithful all during the marriage, even the last five years but, as she confided to a younger friend, she had really missed sex, and still missed it. Fortunately for Virginia, and for me also, the friend was one of my former lady friends, now married, and she arranged for Virginia and me to meet.

When the friend and I went to visit her the first time, and I was introduced, Virginia was pleasantly surprised to see that I was not the “young whippersnapper” she had been halfway expecting. Although younger than she was, I was also much older than the friend introducing me, and Virginia was relieved at that. She confided in me later that she had been afraid she would feel as though she were making love with her grandson.

We were both aware that the purpose of my visit was mutually pleasurable sex and there were some awkward moments before we finally accomplished that purpose. Neither of us wanted me to seem like some kind of gigolo or prostitute. Finally, we ended up in bed together and the love making was great for both of us. Virginia enjoyed a tremendous orgasm, her first in over ten years, and her second and third that day were almost as good. Since that time, we have decided that cumming twice per visit would be enough for her.

As usual, the last time I visited Virginia, I was wearing a suit and tie and had brought her flowers. She was wearing a long dress and we shared tea and cookies. Although we both knew the reason I was calling on her, she wanted to maintain the semblance of spontaneity so, after consumption of the tea and cookies and a certain amount of small talk and hand-holding, we walked arm-in-arm to her bedroom.

Although Virginia was not as modest as she had been, she would never be able to undress completely in front of me and I accepted that. Usually, I prefer that my lady friends and I undress each other but Virginia didn’t feel comfortable with that and I went along with her preferences. As I undressed down to my undershorts, carefully hanging up every garment as I took it off, Virginia removed her dress and bra but she still wore a half slip. While I turned my back so I couldn’t watch, she removed the panties and stockings she wore under it. Believing in a certain level of mystery between men and women, this was as far as she would undress or allow me to undress, at least for a while.

I lay on her bed and Virginia lay beside me, her half-slip pulled primly below her knees. I still wore my undershorts. With my arm under her shoulders, I kissed her lips many times but we both kept our mouths shut. Her eyes, nose and ears were also the target of my lips and Virginia relaxed more and more and, as I kissed my way down her throat, she sighed happily. I pulled my arm out from under her so I could move around more freely and so I would be able to hold her breasts better when I started licking and sucking them.

Some women of her age are skinny and wrinkled but this is not the case with Virginia, who is plump and has large breasts, ending in dark red nipples. The first time we were together, I was surprised at the sensitivity of those nipples. Knowing now that they are one of her main erogenous zones, I spend a lot of time on them. On that day, after I finished kissing her throat, I held one breast between my hands and licked the nipple with broad strokes. Virginia encouraged me, “You know how much I like it when you do that, George. But don’t forget that I have two of them.”

I hadn’t forgotten and I switched my attentions to the other breast and licked that nipple for several minutes. Back and forth my mouth went between the lovely twins, taking my time and licking her nipples, using mostly broad strokes, while Virginia squirmed on the bed, presenting them to me. She was already cooing from pleasure when I drew one of the succulent globes Gaziantep Elden Ücret Alan Escort into my mouth and continued licking the nipple and around the areola while sucking on the soft flesh.

“Keep doing that, George. You know what I like,” Virginia told me as her hands also held her breasts and helped me take them into my mouth.

I did know what she liked and, as I continued sucking on her large globes, I could see her pussy stirring under her half slip. I continued moving my mouth from one succulent mound to the other and back, spending considerable time on each of the twins. While I moved back and forth, Virginia’s pussy started involuntarily humping into the air and she continued cooing from the pleasure she was getting. I was getting a lot of pleasure too but I knew we would both get more after I moved lower on her body.

Virginia knew where I was going as I kissed and licked my way down her soft belly and she made no objection as I put my hand under her half slip and raised it. Although modest, she is not fanatical about it and realizes that there are times that it is not much of a virtue, and that this was one of those times. As I got off the bed and moved to get between her legs, Virginia raised her ass and pulled her garment up in the back so it was under her and wouldn’t get in my way. She is plump, even fat, especially her ass, and I had no need to slide a pillow under her because her natural padding was enough. I slid her half slip up her legs and above her waist so I would be able to eat her pussy, but I didn’t try to get her to remove it.

Virginia passed through menopause long ago and has been taking Estrogen. This helps but even so her pussy is probably the least juicy of any of my lady friends. She was highly aroused from the long time I had spent with my mouth caressing her breasts and moaning from the pleasure she had received so far and that she anticipated receiving. Her pussy was fucking into the air, but there wasn’t much juice being produced. I devoured what was there and it was delicious but I wished there had been more.

“I really love that, George,” she told me. “You always know what to do.” Virginia knew what to do also, and just then that was raising her legs so I could get my shoulders under them and wrap my arms around them so her fragrant pussy was inches from my face.

With her legs over my shoulder, I started licking between one inner and outer lip where they start, below her love hole. Her skin is very soft there, and smooth, like any other woman’s, and felt good to my tongue. Slowly, I licked the area and both of her pussy lips until I reached the place where they are close together. From that point upward, I probed into the seam between the lips and covered all the surfaces many times over. The outer edges of her outer pussy lips are not very sensitive and are covered with rather coarse hair so I did not lick them at all, concentrating on what would be the most enjoyable for both of us.

“That feels so good, George. You really know what I like. Keep doing that,” she told me.

For the time being, what she liked was my licking all the way past the point where the inner lip ended and on to the end of the outer lip. After I reached the end, I brought my tongue back and caressed Virginia’s clit hood, which is formed where the two inner lips merge. When I licked her there, I was rewarded my feeling her pussy fucking even harder into my face and by her louder moans of pleasure. They were pleasant to feel and hear but the harvest of nectar was meager, just a few drops on her pussy lips. There was more inside her love hole but that would be needed later for lubrication so I left it.

After enjoying the juices that I could, I started licking her other pair of lips the same way, starting at their origins below Virginia’s love hole. Licking these lips was truly enjoyable for their taste and for the spongy feel of them because they were engorged with blood as Virginia became more aroused. Once again I licked all the way to the end of the outer lip and brought my tongue back down to caress the top of her clit hood. Virginia was getting closer to cumming as I stroked just above her love button and then curled my tongue under her protective hood to fondle her clit itself. My touch there was light but even the delicate contact with this sweetest of sweet spots caused Virginia to fuck stronger than ever into my face. Her moans were ending in sobs and whimpers and I knew she was almost ready to cum, and I also knew that she would not cum until after a prolonged period of contact between my mouth and her clit.

She wasn’t quite ready for that yet so I first probed my tongue into the lower edge of her love hole, enjoying the few drops of juices that were squeezed out but not wanting to take them all. When I started probing into the side edges, I also explored under her inner pussy lips, moving my tongue back and forth across her eager love hole. Just before I started thrusting my tongue into the top edge of that same place, her thighs rotated out, presenting her pussy completely to me. I knew the time had arrived for me to concentrate on her clit so Virginia would cum.

After exploring the top edge of Virginia’s love hole, I drew her swollen clit into my mouth and started sucking gently on it. At the base of her adorable love button my lips formed a seal as I sucked and my tongue caressed the sides and top.

“Oh, George, that feels so good,” Virginia murmured. “I think you’re going to make me cum.” After a few more minutes of sucking and licking her clit, her response was, “Yes! I’m cumming!” and her thighs gently squeezed my head.

As befits her age, Virginia’s cumming was less robust than that of most of my younger lady friends, but highly enjoyable for both of us. My arms remained around her thighs while my face was buried in her pussy, my mouth sucking and licking her clit. Virginia rocked from side to side while fucking her pussy into my face and pressing her arms against the bed. She softly cried “Oh! Oh! Oh!” for the several minutes she continued cumming until she climaxed, arching her back and thrusting her pussy extra hard into my face. After her climax, she relaxed on the bed with a smile on her face. Again, I left the juices inside her love hole to serve as lubrication but licked off those from her crotch, pussy lips and thighs.

Virginia’s half slip was still around her waist and after I got out from under her legs, I pulled it modestly down to cover her pussy because that was what I knew she would want. I went to the bathroom and washed off my face because I expected to be kissing Virginia some more. That is normal sexual etiquette and Virginia would expect it of me. There were condoms in my pants pocket and I removed one, unwrapped it and brought it back to the bed with me, still wearing my undershorts, tented now by my stiff cock. I knelt on the bed between her legs again to wait until Virginia was ready to continue.

“George, that was wonderful,” she told me. “I hope you are not going to stop now, though.” Virginia was smiling as she said that because she could see my cock was ready for more. As I removed my undershorts and rolled the condom onto my cock, Virginia again pulled up her half slip so her pussy was available for my penetration.

She used the fingers of both hands to spread her lips for me. With my weight supported on my knees and one hand, I guided my cock with the other hand so the tip of it was at the entrance to her pussy. “Give it to me, George,” Virginia told me. “You know what I want.”

I did, indeed, know and I gave a firm push so the head of my cock was inside her pussy. Still holding my cock with my left hand, I thrust again and another inch entered the hole that was waiting for it. “Yes, that feels good. That’s what I want,” Virginia encouraged me.

That was what I wanted too and, with a few more firm strokes, my cock was all the way in Virginia’s tight pussy. Leaning forward, I curled my arms under hers so my upper body weight was on my forearms. She reached her arms around my neck and pulled me down so we could kiss again and when the kiss ended, she told me, “That feels really good, George. I like the way you fill me up but I hope you’ll be gentle.”

Some of my lady friends like sex a bit rough but most, especially Virginia, like me to be gentle and, since that is my nature anyhow, I was gentle with her. Slowly, I drew my cock back and, just as slowly, thrust it forward again. As she felt my cock surging into her eager pussy, Virginia hugged me and cooed happily.

She continued cooing happily with every stroke of my cock while her arms hugged me close to her so she could murmur into my ear just how much she was enjoying what we were doing. I whispered back, telling her how wonderful her pussy felt and how great it was to make love to her. The weight of my upper body was supported by my elbows and forearms so Virginia was free to move under me and after a few strokes of my cock, she was fucking her pussy back to meet me.

As we made slow and gentle love, Virginia added a new motion. Besides thrusting back to meet the strokes of my cock, she started rocking from side to side on her ass, making my cock plunge into her at different angles, caressing all of her vagina. Virginia reveled in the feel of my cock plunging into her like that, as did I, so we continued, both of us moaning from the intense pleasure we were both giving and receiving. I asked her once about her motions and she told me it was a reflex or instinct. Since it is always immensely enjoyable for both of us, we didn’t question our good fortune.

Besides fucking back to meet my cock and rocking from side to side, I could feel Virginia’s upper body writhing under me and her legs thrusting out beside my hips. “Are you ready to cum?” I asked her.

“I can feel it building, George. I’m going to cum pretty soon but this is so good that I want to delay it.”

It was so good for me also that I wanted to make it last but I knew that it would soon be time for her to cum. “Let me know when you’re ready,” I whispered to her. I kissed her again and I could feel her head and shoulders rolling underneath me on the pillow and mattress as she clung to me.

After ten more of the most marvelous minutes in either my life or hers, Virginia interrupted her moans of pleasure and whispered to me, “I’m ready to cum.”

I was probably moaning even louder than she was but I responded, “Okay. I’m going to move up.”

Using my elbows, I pulled myself forward on top of Virginia so my cock was driving more down into her pussy and its entire length and her clit would massage each other. I also increased the speed of my strokes, and she fucked back to meet me just as fast.

“Yes! Yes!” she whispered to me. “That is so good.” A few minutes later she said, much louder, “Oh! Oh! I’m cumming.”

When I heard that, I started fucking faster into her pussy. “Oh! Oh!’ she cried, “Fuck me! Fuck me good!” Usually she is very proper, befitting a woman of her age but in the throes of passion, Virginia lets herself go more.

Besides urging me vocally, she was squeezing my hips with her thighs and my shoulders with her arms. Her body thrashed under me, rocking from side to side, fucking back to meet the thrusts of my cock and writhing aimlessly as she enjoyed her cumming. Virginia climaxed for the second time that day, her back arching under me, her pussy driving against my cock and her fingernails digging into my shoulders. After her orgasm, as she relaxed on the bed, I continued driving my cock into her pussy until I also climaxed, filling my condom with semen. After cumming, I relaxed on top of her. We lay together, happy and tired, and we would stay that way until we both felt like getting back up. There was no hurry so we just enjoyed being together.

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I’ll Do Anything, Sir Ch. 03

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“Mandatory Meeting. 2:00 PM. Today. Large conference room. Send email.” Michelle read the Post-it note on her computer screen and wondered why Attorney Derek Proctor was calling for a mandatory staff meeting with no warning. It was an early 9:00 in the morning, and Mr. Proctor hated last minute anything, especially last minute, unprepared for meetings. Michelle sent out an office wide email and leaned back in her desk chair, chewing on a pen cap and tried to figure out why they were having a surprise meeting. The firm’s business had been steady, if not growing, so certainly Mr. Proctor wasn’t planning on firing anyone. Were they merging with another firm? Was another attorney going to be promoted to partner? Was someone leaving?

“Hey Cindy,” Michelle called from her cubicle to the blonde on her left, “any idea what this meeting is about?”

Cindy turned, her bob haircut swooshing around her tanned neck. “No idea,” she shrugged, “maybe Proctor’s retiring? He made five million off that Campbell settlement last month. Maybe he’s leaving? I still can’t believe they got five million dollars from that BS case.”

Michelle smiled. “Yeah, me neither.” After the surprising and undeserved settlement from two insurance companies, Mr. Proctor had treated the office to lunch at the swankiest restaurant in town, followed by surprise bonuses. Michelle was quiet when the secretaries gossiped about what they received for a bonus. Michelle’s bonus had an extra zero at the end.

But oh, if the office only knew what she had to do on Saturdays for that extra zero. For months, she was Mr. Proctor’s… well… sex slave? The slave part was slipping away week-by-week. Michelle was enjoying her overtime work with Mr. Proctor. The harder he worked her, the more she loved it.

She turned back to her screen, trashed Derek’s note and continued to work. The hours ticked by slowly as the office began to hum with curiosity. Derek had been behind his closed office door all day. No one could hear what was going on behind those sound proof doors. He hadn’t even popped his head out for a lunch break. At 1:55 PM, the staff slowly rolled into the conference room in one large wave. They all sat around, pens and paper and cell phones in hand, waiting for the boss. At 2:05 PM, Derek stepped inside the conference room and closed the door.

Michelle’s breath caught in her throat. Derek was smiling, beaming in fact. His smile was a positive sign and everyone in the room seemed to release a silent sigh of relief. The boss looked healthy, younger even. Gone was the scruffy half-beard he kept constantly trimmed and neat. His hair was combed back and his figure seemed even taller and prouder than ever.

“Everyone, I have some great news,” he announced. “As you know, I have been discussing the future of this law firm with some important people. People who can help this firm grow and expand more than I could have ever thought possible. With our name, their expertise and their financial backing, I know this firm can become one of the most recognizable in the city within a matter of five years.”

Everyone was stunned. Expanding the firm? No one had even thought of it as a possibility. Commercials, billboards, bus signs. All of them, featuring their name, their pictures. More cases. Higher salaries. Tenure in the company, promotions and more. There was an unspoken buzz of excitement around the room.

“I’m going to have to meet with Michael and David tomorrow. Michelle,” his eyes locked with hers. Tension crackled and his eyes stared glittering. “I need to see you in my office to go over travel arrangements for our visitors.” Michelle nodded, her red hair bobbing up and down. She bit the tip of her tongue to stop from smiling. She was sure travel plans weren’t the only thing he wanted to go over in his office. “I’ll let you all get back to your work. Michelle, meet me in my office and bring a pen and paper,” he ordered and left the room.

She hurried after him, pen and paper already in hand. She walked into his office and closed the door behind her. He stood behind his desk, both palms pressed flat against the wood. “Sit,” he ordered. She obeyed, crossing her legs, revealing a glimpse of her lace top thigh highs under her dress.

“I’ll need you to book three round trip tickets for our guests. They have to be direct flights. I don’t want to inconvenience them with stops. Get first class seats and put those on my personal credit card. Book them their own separate rooms in the Sheraton. I have a discount there, and make sure they have all the accommodations they will need. Let the hotel know these are important people so the rooms better be clean. No problems, understand me?” He fished around in his suit jacket and pulled out a black Amex card.

Michelle’s mouth watered a little at the sight of the tiny piece of plastic. She blushed and nodded. He handed her the card, which she tucked into the pocket of her dress. “Good. I’ll want breakfast and lunch ordered here to the office when they are here as well. Also, there has to be entertainment Gaziantep Elden Para Alan Escort while they’re here. That’s where you come in.” Michelle stopped writing and looked up into his flashing eyes. She felt her palms begin to sweat. This was not good.

“Michelle, I think we’re almost finished with our little arrangement. You’ve been paying off your debt for months now. I think we can call it finished, on one condition.”

One condition? Entertainment? Finished? Michelle mind whirled. What was he thinking?

“You’re going to entertain our guests the same way you’ve been entertaining me for the last few Saturdays. Three very important guests need special accommodations after all.” He smirked as he leaned closer, towering over her shaking figure.

“What?” she squeaked.

“You’re going to be the entertainment. This is how it’s going to play out. You’re going to wear a special outfit I bought you. It’s in that bag in the corner.” He pointed to a plain brown bag, with no labels or hints. “You’re going to wear what’s in the bag next week, the first day they are here. You’re going to be a perfect little Mad Men secretary, all smiling and cheerful. And you’re going to work overtime. Now, when the rest of the office leaves, I am going to offer to take you and our guests to dinner. You will be polite. You will be friendly. And you’re going to get yourself very drunk on my tab. Then we are going back to their hotel, where you will entertain them. Somehow. Someway. And when they are done with you, take a cab, or spend the whole damn night with one of them and buy new clothes in the morning. I don’t want you doing some slut walk of shame into work the next day Do you understand me?”

Michelle’s red lipped mouth gaped open like a fish, too dumbfounded to speak. She nodded, stood, and took the bag.

“Oh, and Michelle,” Derek called, “I won’t need you working this weekend. I think you’re overtime can be better served next week. Enjoy your Saturday.”

************************************************************************** The week went by in a blur. On Saturday, Michelle went to the gym, cleaned, cooked, and did everything she could think of to distract herself from the upcoming Thursday—the day the firm’s visitors would be coming and the night she was dreading. But this was her chance to be finished with Derek and their “arrangement.” As much fun as she had with the man, she wanted to Saturdays to herself again.

The work week sped by and the visitors were comfortably checked into their rooms. Michelle had seen to it when they walked into the office on Thursday. Mr. Wilks was a tall, sturdy black man, shorter than Mr. Proctor, but younger. He looked like he had been a good football player in college. And he was handsome, so much so that Michelle almost didn’t mind the arrangement Mr. Proctor was planning.

Mr. Jameson was a tall off the boat Irishman, with a thick brogue and thicker eyebrows. His flaming red hair was bright enough to see down the block, but he looked good for a middle aged man. A little heavy, but nothing horrid about him. He was a pleasant man who enjoyed jokes and laughing. He kept touching Michelle’s shoulder and calling her “sweetheart.” Michelle wondered if Derek had told them about the arrangement.

Miss DeFleur was a gorgeous, skinny woman with mile long legs, soft brown hair tucked into a modest chignon and perfectly pink lips. Her tight black dress showed barely there cleavage and soft curves. What could Michelle possibly do to entertain her? The answer stuck her when Derek met with her and kissed her twice on the cheek. She was for him to entertain tonight, judging by the dapper smile and his flashing eyes.

The meeting had seemed to go well with the attorneys. The paralegals and support staff were interviewed one by one. Numbers were examined and crunched behind closed doors. The day flew by with little interruption to the daily office routine.

At six o’clock, Michelle smiled and said good night as each person filed out the door, leaving only her, Derek and their three guests. “You sure you can’t meet up for drinks tonight? I mean, it sucks that Derek made us all stay an extra hour. Maybe you should unwind a little?” Michael asked as he shrugged on his suit jacket and started walking towards the door. Michelle shook her head and apologized. She had to work overtime.

She smoothed down her tight red dress, with her generous cleavage threatening to spill over the top, the slit in the back so high that someone could almost see the tops of her stockings or a strap of her garter, courtesy of Mr. Proctor. She reapplied her lipstick, smoothed her hair in her small compact mirror one last time and knocked on the partially open conference room door where Mr. Proctor was meeting with their guests. “Come in,” Mr. Wilks called out.

“Hello. Sorry to interrupt, but your dinner reservations are in twenty minutes.”

“Michelle, do you have plans tonight?” Mr. Proctor asked right on cue.

“No, sir, I don’t.”

“Good,” he leaned back in his chair and smiled, “come join us for dinner,” he offered and the four of them stood to leave.

“Oh, no, I couldn’t impose like that, Mr. Proctor,” she smiled. They had rehearsed this part yesterday.

“It’s no imposition at all.”

“Besides,” chimed in Mr. Jameson, “we’d love to have the company of yet another lovely young woman.” Michelle smiled and blushed.

She giggled. “Well, alright then. I’ll call the restaurant and tell them to add one more.” She left to get her coat and purse, pretended to call the restaurant, and left with the rest of them.

Dinner conversation was light and pleasant. Questions flew around the table about possible expansions, new office locations, promotions. Michelle felt excited and giddy to be there. Her nerves were slowly vanishing. The four gin and tonics she drank were helping too. Before the main course, Mr. Wilk’s finger traced the edge of her dress. Before her third gin and tonic, Mr. Jameson’s large hand patted her knee. Before dessert, she caught a glimpse of Ms. DeFleur reaching over under the table and Mr. Proctor’s eyes widened. Tonight would be interesting.

The bill was paid and the five of them left, nearly stumbling across the street to the Sheraton. “We should see you to your rooms. Make sure everything is alright,” Mr. Proctor said. No one argued. Michelle was giggling and giddy. Her face was numb and the sensitive spot between her legs was damp and sensitive. She was drunk and excited. She didn’t know why but she liked the butterflies-in-her-tummy feeling.

They piled into the elevator and stopped on the eight floor. They all piled out. “Can I stop in here and use your bathroom,” Derek asked as Mr. Jameson pulled out his key card to enter his room.

“Sure, sure,” the Irishman waved and entered the room. Everyone followed. The room was spacious, large, one of the better business suites in the hotel. A large king sized bed dominated the focus of the room, but left enough space for some play. The writing desk looked sturdy. The TV was a newer model, an HDTV with a small plastic pamphlet next it showing a variety of pay-per-view programs.

Derek went into the restroom and closed the door, returning a minute later. Michelle sat on the bed, talking to Mr. Jameson who rested his hand on her knee. Mr. Wilks sat behind her, leaning her against him as his large hand stroked her soft skin. Ms. DeFleur watched as Mr. Jameson leaned in to kiss Michelle. Michelle giggled from Jameson’s scratchy beard tickling her chin. She turned her head and Mr. Wilk’s warm lips found her neck, reaching the sensitive spot in just seconds.

Ms. DeFleur took Derek’s arm and tried to pull him out of the room. “No, let’s stay,” he insisted. He gently pushed Ms. DeFleur up against as wall, her thin body pressed against him. Her small breasts crushed against his chest, her legs parting to let him in closer. He kissed her, her soft lips playing and teasing him.

He heard Michelle giggle again, breaking his concentration. He looked over. Ms. DeFleur kissed his neck, her arms reaching around him, her soft lips teasing his skin. Soft shivers pricked at his skin, his cock growing and hardening in his trousers.

Michelle was kissing Wilks, her red lipstick smudging around her lips. His large dark hands traced her pale skin, up and down her lean arms. He watched her shiver as Wilks pulled her down onto the bed, laying on her right side, her head tilted away from Derek. Jameson stood and kicked off his shoes and laid down on her left side. His hands pushed her skirt higher up her pale thighs. Derek could see the strap of her garter belt, the lace top of her thigh high stockings. His mouth went dry.

DeFleur’s hands found his cock stirring in his pants. She massaged and teased his dick through his pants while her lips traced around the collar of his shirt. She reach up and slid the jacket off his shoulders, dropping it to the floor. Her fingers laced under the knot of his tie and pulled his head back to her. She kissed him hard on the lips, her tongue snaking her way into his mouth and dancing with his. She let go and pulled off his tie, dropping in onto his jacket. Derek’s hands reached up behind her and pulled down on her dress’ silver zipper, which ran down the entire back of her dress. It slid off her and onto the floor between them.

Her red bra and panties clashed with her black garter and stockings, which made him stiffen further. Her taught body, which was tapped beneath him, was long and lean, a sharp contrast to Michelle’s petite and generous curves. His hand reach down and cupped her sex. She moaned as his fingers slipped between her thighs, her mouth parting in a breathy gasp. “Oh,” she moaned as his fingers teased her damp clit, beneath her soaked panties. Her head leaned back against the wall, mussing up her hair. Her breasts arched out to him and he reached for them with his free hand.

He slid one breast—he guessed a B cup—out of the shell of her bra, her nipple puckering under his palms. He squeezed it gently and she moaned louder, her head thrown back and her body arching towards his touch. His fingers worked faster between her legs, one finger working under her panties and sliding deep into her dripping cunt. She was soaked.

DeFleur moaned, twisting and writhing under his skillful hands. He leaned down and flicked his tongue across the tight tip of her breast, eliciting little yelps from the power hungry woman’s mouth. Oh, how she was so supple and sweet when she was getting off. Or so he thought.

As her orgasm drew closer, she pulled away from his fingers and turned him, pinning his back against a wall. She unbuttoned his shirt buttons one by one, then slipped the shirt off his shoulders. She yanked at the hem of his undershirt in hurried frustration and pulled it over his head. With expert swiftness, she unbuttoned his suit pants and had them and his boxers around his ankles in seconds. His cock spring out, long and heavy.

DeFleur reached down and teased the head of his cock with her long fingers. Her red painted nails were wrapped around him, squeezing and teasing. Her eyes glinted with power she knew she had over him. Her lower lip was caught between her teeth, her lipstick smudged in a pink ring around her lips.

She squeezed harder and his cock twitched. His smirk faltered and she let go of his cock., leaning closer to him, her tits brushing against the hair of his chest, her whispered in his ear, “I want to taste you.” She lowered herself, kneeling at his feet. Her pink lips opened and her tongue stuck out, licking the underside of his cock. He twitched on her tongue and groaned as sparks of pleasure shot from his balls to the base of his spine.

Her tongue was so soft, applying perfect pressure to the head of his cock, swirling around the tip like she was licking an ice cream cone. His balls tightened when her lips finally took the head of his cock into her mouth. They stretched, pink and pretty around his thick heavy member. Sweet pink against a deep tan. She looked like a fetish porn star in that position. He took her hair in his hands, pulling on it until it was out of her tight style and falling in waves to her shoulders. He took the silky locks between his fingers and held on for the ride.

Michelle was overwhelmed by both men beside her. She could hardly keep track of whose hands were where and what they were doing to her. All she could feel was pleasure. The men turned her head back and forth to kiss her and their hands unzipped her zipper and slid her dress down off her body. She looked down and could see one dark skinned hand between her pale thighs, one light, long fingered hand groping and squeezing her breasts over the bra her boss had made her wear. Pleasure was swirling throughout her body, radiating from her thighs and breasts. She closed her eyes and let the men work their magic, her body losing itself to their touch. He writhed on the bed, her hips pressing harder into Wilks’ hand, which teased her thighs. Jameson was unclasping her bra and sliding it off her shoulders. Both men took a nipple into their mouths and sucked. Michelle whimpered, a strong tingling shooting to her low belly.

Wilks’ hand moved faster. Derek had made sure she hadn’t worn panties at work and now she was grateful. His fingertips teased and rubbed her soft skin with no lace between them. Her thighs were sticky and damp as he pulled her legs further apart. One finger slid deep into her belly, his thumb tweaking her clit. She yelped and moaned.

Jameson released her breast and slid down between her legs, stripping as he went. In his boxers and undershirt, Michelle could see a stout, thick cock stirring under the fabric. Her sex clenched on Wilks’ fingers at the sight. Wilks slid his hand from her legs and Jameson settled down between her legs, resting her curvy thighs over his shoulders. His hands reached up over her gently curved stomach, then he pinched her tits. She yelped, her hips bucking towards his face. “You smell so sweet,” she heard before his tongue flicked out and licked her opening.

Michelle opened her mouth to moan, but Wilks’ long dark cock was sliding between her lips. He had stripped completely, the large well built, dark man looming over her where Jameson had been laying seconds ago.

Jameson’s tongue pressed harder onto her clit, making her moan, taking Wilks’ cock further down her throat. Wilks’ grabbed her hair and hammered his cock to the back of her throat, making her gag over and over as pleasure built up between her thighs. Her lips stretched tight around the black cock in her mouth. She screamed on it when Jameson slid two fingers deep in her wet cunt, his tongue never stopping, and proceeded to finger fuck the squirming redhead.

She screamed as her orgasm overtook her, stars shooting from the back of her skull, pleasure washing over her and consuming her. Wilks’ cock brought her back to reality as it slammed quick and hard down her throat. A burst of hot, heavy cum shot to the back of her throat, making her gag as she tried to swallow Wilks’ load. Her lips tightened and she sucked, the last of her orgasm ebbing away. Jameson’s tongue and stopped and his fingers slipped from her legs.

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House Hunting with Mary

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House hunting with Mary had been relatively easy. She was easy on the eyes for a 40 something realtor. Blonde hair, I suspected from a bottle, but none the less, blond. Nice blue eyes. Big tits, which definitely made touring homes more pleasant. She knew me and my, now ex-wife. She told me she was divorced too. I hadn’t known. Mary knew her real estate and made the transaction go smoothly. A pleasure after dealing with my ex and her snarling lesbian of a lawyer. Fortunately, I had my own snarling lesbian of a lawyer too. In the end, I came out with what I wanted. And a nice new crib to boot. And, no more snarling wife to deal with. Which made certain other activities much more fun!

During the house hunt, Mary had flirted with me, but I figured that was just her way of selling a house. Of course, I could be wrong. One evening, I was sitting at one of my favorite haunts in downtown Durham. Nursing a beer after work, and contemplating the wisdom of ordering bar food, or going home. The kids were with their ex, so the field was clear, but so far nothing had come up. Amber, the chick who sometimes hooked up with me, who sometimes worked at the bar, was nowhere in sight. But, the beer was good and I didn’t really have to be home at any particular time. No after work commitments. Then Mary walked in. She was looking good, for a short chick. White blouse that barely covered her big tits, a pair of gray pants that hugged her curves. Damn, I was Gaziantep Anal Escort glad I’d hit the gym more lately. I waived. She is probably meeting someone else here, I thought.

But no, she walked over and slid in the bench next to me. “It’s good to see a familiar face.” she said. “I’m celebrating, by the way.”

“Cool, it’s good to see you too. What are we celebrating?”

“I’m a free woman.”

“But not easy?”

She laughed, “Probably pretty easy. Buy me a drink and find out.” She ran her hand over my thigh and pressed her big tits into my shoulder. Which elicited the expected result. I waived over Nancy, the big titted, big butted waitress and ordered Mary a hard cider, which I knew made her horny from a previous conversation. “You remembered, hard cider makes me horny.”

“Oh I definitely want to make you horny.” I said. The conversation progressed with sexual innuendo to outright invitation. “My place, or yours?”

“Your place is too far away and my kids are at home. I don’t want them to see their mother acting like a bitch in heat. I can get us a comp room at the Marriott.” Which was not a long walk at all. I paid the bar tab and got up. We made the short walk to the hotel holding hands and stopping a couple of times to kiss. At the Marriott, we got a king room on the sixth floor. Riding up the elevator, Mary was kissing me and rubbing her hand on my now very hard cock! I played with her bra encased tits. We stopped and got ourselves under some measure of control to get off the elevator. Fortunately, no one was in the hall as we looked like a couple headed for a one night stand. Which we were, and I didn’t care.

In the room, Mary didn’t wait long, she grabbed me and we kissed deeply in the hallway leading to the bedroom. Tongue fucking her mouth, I lead her to the couch and pulled her down on top of me as I sat down. I reached around and unsnapped her beautiful shimmering gold 34DD bra. Her well enhanced breasts now pressed into my chest. I grabbed a tit and fed it into my mouth. Licking and sucking, her nipple got hard and very red. She was groaning and grabbing at my cock like a schoolgirl in lust. She unbuckled my belt. I opened her pants and pushed them down. More kissing and I turned my attention back to her boobs.

“God, I hope you’ve got a condom, I really don’t want to take your dick up my ass.” I fished a condom out of my trouser pocket. Trousers that were down around my ankles at this point. Mary went down on my now rock hard cock. Licking it from the base to the tip. Taking it in her mouth and then popping it back out. She licked my balls and scrotum. “Damn, you taste good.”

I opened up the condom and started to put it on my hard cock. Slowly I rolled it down as she kept licking my balls. “Oh you didn’t need a lubed one. I’m wet as hell baby.” She said. I pulled her up and took down her panties. She was wet as hell. She straddled me on the couch and took my cock straight up into her wet, waiting cunt. As she ground away, I grabbed her big tits and sucked hard on her nipples Those tasted so good. As Mary started to cum from her grinding, I started to suck harder on her nipple. “Harder baby, suck that nipple – bite it you fucker, bite it!”

Of course, I did bite her oh so tasty nipple and I squeezed her tits in my hands. That sent her over the edge as I thrust deep into her hot wet pussy. She screamed, “Ohhhhh yessssss,…more, more baby, more…ohhhhHHHHHHHH YESSSSS! More! More! More!” And I thrust deeper into her and bit down on her nipple. Then I changed nipples, sucking the other nipple deep into my mouth as I fucked deep into her cunt and she ground away. “Ohhhh MMMMMYYYYY God baby, fuck me, bite me, fuck me!!” She came, collapsing onto my chest.

I continued to thrust into her hot wet cunt. I grabbed her fine big titties and squeezed as I too came inside her. “Ohhhhhh, yeah… Mary. We gotta do this again.”

“Damn, we didn’t even close the blinds.” She kissed me deeply on the lips. It was like tongue fucking. My cock slipped out of her cunt. We sat on the couch breathing heavily and cuddling close. We never did close the blinds. After a few minutes to catch our breath, Mary got up and folded her clothes neatly on the dresser while I watched her appreciatively. The woman did look good naked. I gathered my clothes up and laid them on the bed and then took her by the hand to the shower.

To be continued…

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Baked Goods

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He sat on the couch, casually flipping channels.

And watching her.

She was more interesting than any infomercial anyway.

He could see the curves of her body through the bathrobe she was wearing as she padded barefoot around the kitchen, pulling out flour, sugar, eggs and honey. His eyes took in the ripe swell of a breast as she bent over in front of the refrigerator, pulling out two red apples.

She stood back and smiled at him, tugging the robe shut. He smiled back and then pretended to go back to watching television. He watched as she measured out and sifted the flour, beat the eggs and butter together.

“Apple muffins,” she told him, tucking a long brown strand behind a delicately curved ear. “For the bake sale at work tomorrow.”

He nodded and watched as she hefted a knife and began peeling and slicing the apples. He watched her fingers. They moved efficiently, slicing through the white flesh. She took a large wedge of apple and walked over to him, feet slapping quietly against the tile floor.

“Here,” she smiled teasingly and brought it to his lips. “I wouldn’t want you to feel left out.”

He allowed her to place it in his mouth, licking the traces of juice off of her fingers.

Going back to the kitchen, she finished dicing the apples. Small white cubes littered the chopping board.

He watched the silhouette of her legs, long and lean, lit against the white cotton of her Gaziantep Oral Escort robe. In one step, he was behind her, hands curving around her waist, face against her hair, taking in the scent of floral shampoo, mingling with the clean cotton of her robe.

His hands ran up and down her body and let out an unconscious sigh. Without warning, she turned around to face him, arms around his neck in an instant, with her soft, pliant lips against his. Her hips bumped up against the counter as he pressed his body into hers.

Reaching behind her, he grabbed a bottle. He chuckled a little as he broke the kiss. He reached down, swiftly untying the knot that held the robe shut. He kissed her again as one hand found purchase on a smooth, rounded breast, skating his thumb teasingly across the hardening nipple.

Pressing her body tightly against his, he deepened the kiss, sliding one hand downward to confirm what he already knew: she wore no panties beneath the robe. She gasped into his mouth as his finger slid into her wetness. He growled in his throat, breaking the kiss to guide her body downward to lie on the cool tile, with only the thin cotton of her robe between her hot skin and the chilled bare floor.

He stood there for a moment, enjoying the view; flushed skin and parted lips, sleepy eyes half-closed in pleasure, before taking action. He knelt down, putting the bottle in his hand to good use.

He started with her left breast, anointing the pert nipple with a glimmer of honey, before stretching the trail of stickiness across to her right, and then down the soft plane of her belly. Slowly and delicately, his tongue worked its way across her flesh, taking in the sweetness of the honey with the salt of her skin. He felt her heart beating, the rhythm strong and steady through every cell of her body. He took pleasure when he heard her moan softly beneath his touch.

Working his way downward, his mouth finally reached the sweet, wet spot between her legs. Her hips rose up to meet his mouth and her pulse rose, thudding in her chest as he licked and sucked, teasing her to climax. Her breath came faster and whimpers became screams, her fists wrapping themselves in the cotton of her robe as her body convulsed in release, arching her back as pleasure took every fiber of her being.

She lay, panting on the robe and he watched the rise and fall of her chest, breasts pulsing up and down.

He smiled down at her and reached down a hand to help her up. She met his eyes.

“We’re not done,” she said, grabbing his hand and pulling him down.

He landed on top of her, the hardened tips of her nipples pressing insistently against his chest. Her hand reached downward, feeling his insistent, throbbing member. She ran her fingers up and down its length, lightly stroking, taunting him with the lightest touch.

She grinned up at him and he didn’t expect it when she flipped him over, the heated skin of his back against the cool tile. Suddenly, she was on top of him, wetness against his stomach, beautiful breasts hanging above him like ripe fruit. He reached up, unable to resist cupping one, stroking his fingers against the tight little nipple.

She let him hold on to it as she slid downward, picking up her hips. Slowly, torturously, she slid herself down onto him, letting him feel every millimeter as she allowed him to fill her up. And just as slowly, she lifted herself upward, until just the tip remained inside her. And, smiling, she lowered herself again, picking up the pace, her warm muscles opening up to him as he sheathed himself inside her. The friction mounted to a climax as he watched her breasts, bobbing above him. He watched her face, enjoying the blush and the contortions as she gasped and moaned above him.

His member tingled, and he knew that he was close. She smiled and increased the pace for a few moments, before remaining utterly still, meeting his eyes when he was completely sheathed in her flesh. He felt himself pulse into her, could feel as her muscles clenched around him in orgasm, her breath coming fast and her face contorting with pleasure.

She allowed herself to collapse on top him, her cheek against his sweaty chest. His fingers tangled in her long dark hair as he stroked a finger down the length of her body.

He kissed her, savoring the moment.

“You know,” she said, breaking the kiss. “I really should bake more often.”

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Hot For a Retired Teacher Ch. 05

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We spent the next several days working our way out to Santa Fe, Taos, and Four Corners. We had a nice visit in Taos, where, besides seeing the Taos Pueblo, Donna took great pleasure in shopping the local craft shops, looking at all the jewelry and buying a fair amount. We were in one store and she had her eye on a beautiful ring, turquoise stones set in a silver band. She looked at it several times, and I could see her debating the several hundred dollar cost with herself. She had commented that even though she loved it, the ring was rather expensive, and she’d have to pass. While she was looking at other things in the shop, I bought it for her. We finished up and went back to the car. Once we were in, and Donna got herself settled, I pulled out the small box and held it out to her.

“I have something for you,” I said, watching for her reaction. The look on her face was priceless, a mix of surprise and love.

“You didn’t!!” said Donna, her face lighting up.

“I did,” I said, smiling at her. “Go ahead, open it.” I handed Donna the box, which she opened to find the turquoise ring she had been admiring. “I saw you looking. When you went back the fourth time, I knew it was something you had to have. Yes, I realize it was a bit of money, but it won’t put me in the poorhouse, and I can see it makes you very happy.” Donna looked at me as if she was going to melt, then leaned over and kissed me.

“I am so going to fall in love with you if you keep this up,” she said with a smile. What she did next surprised me. She looked at the ring, and looked at me. As she was looking into my eyes, she slowly worked her engagement ring, then her wedding band off her left ring finger, putting them in her purse. She looked at me when she finished, then handed me the ring I had just given her. “Put it on me,” she said, smiling at me as she looked into my eyes. I took the ring and looked at it, then back at her. I took her left hand in my left, and slowly slipped the new ring up onto her ring finger with my right. Donna looked at it a moment, then back at me, and took both my hands in hers. We had not said a word, yet I could sense a transformation in her.

“Let’s take good care of each other,” I said, our eyes still locked. Symbols are funny things. Donna had taken her wedding ring, the symbol of love and commitment to another man, off her hand, and put on a ring I had just given her, something I had meant as a sign of affection, and in the process had changed her whole outlook. I may have stolen her heart; but in the end she gave it over to me completely with that one simple act. Donna was not the only one who was falling in love. We kissed deeply, lovingly, one of those kisses that connects your souls. It was truly beautiful.

“See what happens to girls who don’t wear panties??” I said to Donna when our lips parted. Donna smiled at me, and lifted the denim mini she was wearing to show me that she wasn’t.

“All kinds of nice things,” said Donna with a smile.

“Lucky for you we’re parked on a busy street,” I said looking at her bush peeking out from under her skirt.

“I’m sure we’ll make up for it later,” said Donna, opening her legs to give me a good show as she slowly got settled back into her seat. She’d tease me much of the rest of the day, and I’d tease her right back, leading to an intense session later that evening.

We headed on toward Colorado, where I found Donna had more than a passing interest in the pueblo cultures of the southwest. We had gone to Mesa Verde, and finished the day in Durango, a short(by western standards)ride from the park. While waiting for a table at a restaurant there when three guys who appeared to be in their mid 20’s came up behind us in line. They were talking about working on one of the sites there, and the progress they were making. Donna turned and made a comment about what one of the guys had said, and next thing, we were all in the conversation. As we waited, we decided that we should all sit together, which we did, having a good dinner, and interesting discussion of new findings on the site. The guys were Ph. D candidates and had a good depth of knowledge, and were pleasantly surprised at Donna’s competence to discuss the topic. As we ate and talked, it became obvious we were all getting along very well, as the conversation and beer flowed easily. Donna seemed quite taken with the three young men. For their part, they were obviously interested in Donna, not only for her ability to speak intelligently about their field, but also because the short, dark green dress she had on did justice to her trim figure. I had noticed them checking out her legs, the curve of her calves accentuated by the wedges she was wearing. She had it open down to the fourth button, so I know she was giving them glimpses of her tits during the time we were waiting for a table. As we waited for dessert, she excused herself to go to the ladies’ room, a cue for me to follow. I did a moment later. We met in the hallway leading to the rest rooms. Donna took me by the hands and looked up at me.

“How serious Gaziantep Evi Olan Escort were you about letting me, um, ‘play??'” she asked. She looked a little unsure of herself, and how I would react.

I smiled. “Serious enough that if you want to take these gentlemen back to our room and have some fun with them, I’d go with it,” I said, squeezing her hands in mine. “You know how I feel about this kind of thing, and what my fantasy is. And I know yours. This might be a good chance to explore how it would play out if we were ever to have a serious relationship. Not that I have to tell you this, but you’re a long way from home, living out some dreams. Why not this one?? If ever there were a chance to let loose your inner slut, this is it. I can tell they’re interested, they’ve been checking you out since they came in.”

Donna looked at me slightly apprehensively. “Yeah, that’s true. They haven’t taken their eyes off me the whole time we’ve been here. It will be an easy pick up.”

Donna broke into a smile as I told her, “Come on, let’s do it. You already know how to handle a couple of young guys. Three won’t be over your head.”

Donna hugged me. “You’re amazing!!”

“Not really,” I said, laughing. “But I do want you to have a good time while we’re together. And it’s quite a turn on to watch you. Let’s set it up when we get back to the table.” We went back to the table and resumed our dinner.

The three archaeologists were Brian, a tall, lanky kid of 25 with light brown hair; Keith a little shorter than my six feet, a bit more solidly built, with dark hair; and Ray, who with his shaggy blond hair looked like a bit of a beach bum. From appearances, they looked like an unlikely trio, but we were quite comfortable with them after an hour in the restaurant. As we ate our cheesecake, I could see Donna was intrigued by the idea of taking on three seemingly different guys, and she didn’t miss a chance to make word play out of everything that could possibly have a double meaning. The guys were eating it up. I knew they were eating up Donna with their eyes, as I observed them watching her, checking out how she looked in her loose cotton dress, which showed off her hard nipples well. I know they got a good look at her legs in the dress she was wearing when she went to meet me by the rest rooms earlier, and while we were being shown to our table. There was no question as to their interest. Despite being in what might be considered a geeky field, these kids were not geeks at all, and rather well rounded. Even though it was still early in the digging season, they were also physically well defined. It looked like Donna was in for some manhandling.

We finished up our dessert, with Donna asking the boys if they’d like to join us for some drinks and more discussion. They jumped at the chance, and we arranged to meet them in our room in an hour, giving us time to get back and get set. We told the guys to pick up their beverage of choice, and we’d see them shortly.

Donna and I walked back to our hotel, a short couple of blocks, holding hands. Donna seemed to be floating as we walked. “This is going to be so much fun,” she said. “I’ve fantasized about this for a long time. You’re so sweet to let me live this out.”

“I just hope it turns out to be everything you dreamed,” I said, smiling down at Donna. “I want you to let go, do anything you want to do, let it go wherever it goes, as long as you’re comfortable with it. Remember, no matter how this plays out, I will love you just the same tomorrow morning. Just save the last dance for me.”

“And I love you for the freedom you let me have. My husband would never go for any of this, and I’m finally going to get an outlet for twenty years of fantasy. I know this could all end in a couple of days, but it’s nice to know that your feelings won’t change.” Donna squeezed my hand and pulled me closer, looking up and giving me a quick kiss as we walked.

We got back to our room and Donna immediately turned, put her arms around me and kissed me, hard and deep. We pawed at each other as we kissed, soon falling onto the bed. Donna had already undone my shorts as we were kissing, while at the same time I was rubbing her pussy under her dress. She was already quite wet in anticipation, and I easily slid two fingers inside her, playing on her clit as I stroked her. She didn’t waste any time, and had me stepping out of my shorts in seconds. I was already hard, and Donna stroked me a couple of times to bring me to full mast. She fell back on the bed, her dress riding up to expose her wet blonde curls, her labia wide and ready, begging for the next cock to enter her steaming insides.

“Come get it,” said Donna, a lustier look on her face than I’d seen to that point. She pulled me to her, guiding my cock into her eager cunt. “Hurry up, let’s get in a quickie before the guys get here,” she said in an anxious whisper.

“You’re going to give them sloppy seconds??” I asked, laughing.

“Sure,” replied Donna. “I don’t think they’ll care much. Besides, I want to feel your come in me, have you inside me, even as I’m taking theirs. I know you’ll be last. I want you to be first, too-because you’re first in my heart.” Donna gave me a loving smile. “Besides, if any of these guys is big, it will help to have some come in me to help things along.”

“Good point,” I observed. I looked down at Donna as I pumped her deep, banging her womb with every stroke. I pulled out, teasing her clit with the head of my cock, then slammed it into her and watched her smile turn to a grimace as she cried out and came. I rocked back and forth on her, ready to come by now. I pushed deep, the swelling head of my erection pressed to her cervix. Donna shook, then spoke in a hoarse whisper.

“Give it to me, honey, fill me with your hot loving seed,” said Donna, the look of love now returned to her eyes. I leaned forward and kissed her, my cock erupting inside her, splashing her cervix with hot bursts of sperm. We held our kiss as my orgasm peaked and subsided. Pulling away, I looked in Donna’s face, now with a dreamy expression as she felt my come swimming inside her.

“I love this little woman,” I thought. “What a fun, playful partner.” I pulled out of Donna, a big drip of semen spilling out of her as I left her.

“Better get cleaned up,” I said, aware that we didn’t have much time til the guys showed up. Donna reached down and felt the flood cascading from her.

“You ain’t kidding!!” she said, getting up and heading to the bathroom. She couldn’t have been in there more than three minutes when there was a knock at the door. I opened it to find our three friends outside, a couple of 12 packs in hand.

I let the guys in, taking their beer and putting it in the small fridge next to the desk. I was handing everyone a beer when Donna came out of the bathroom. I handed her a beer as well.

“What’s this??” she asked, looking at the can I handed her.

“We’re trying to get you drunk and take advantage of you,” I teased her.

“Not if I take advantage of you first,” said Donna, giving me a knowing smile. She was ready to take advantage of someone, her dress open at the top and bottom, only the two middle buttons closed. She greeted each of the young men with a lingering kiss. Brian had to lean over quite a bit to reach her-he had to be 6′ 3″ or 4″.

“Wow, you’re tall,” said Donna. “I might have to climb right up on you.” Donna looked up at him, her face even with his belly. “Let me get something to hold on to,” she said, unbuttoning his jeans. She pulled down his jeans to find a pair of boxers already tented out. It looked like Donna would have plenty to hold. Brian looked big, judging by the bulge in his shorts. She had him step out of his jeans, then rubbed his cock through his boxers. Brian sighed as she stroked him.

“I think I’ll climb on this,” said Donna, pulling Brian’s boxers down, releasing what had to be a 10″ cock once she got him to full size.

“You might need a little warm up,” said Brian. “Not everyone can take that right away.”

“Oh, I’ve had a little already,” said Donna, giving me a wink. She moved him over to the side of the bed, taking his cock and sucking the head. It didn’t take long til she was slurping on it, then pulling away to lick the underside, then taking it back in her mouth, all the while playing with his balls, which were huge. When she’d pull away, there would be a long string of precome hanging off her tongue and his swelling head. Brian was enjoying the attention, slowly pumping his hips as Donna sucked him. He shuddered, but Donna didn’t let him come, instead backing away and lying down on the bed, pulling him with her. She got him on his back and straddled him, giving me and the others a good look at her sperm coated, pouting labia, signaling her arousal. I watched as she placed the massive head of his cock at her opening, and wondered how she would get him inside, even with the generous coating of come she already had in her. Keith and Ray were mesmerized by this scene too. I could see them watching with mouths open as Donna took their friend on.

Donna, knowing she’d need some effort to take in Brian’s dick, took it in her hand and rubbed the head all around her clit and pussy, then let it fall onto his belly and rode it back and forth so the shaft stroked her lips and clit. Brian helped by sucking on her tits, and fingering her clit as she rode, and soon brought her to a loud orgasm, Donna’s hips thrusting back and forth on Brian’s cock as she coated his crotch with her juices. She lifted up off him, again placing his pulsing dick on her labia, and pushed down. Ever so slowly she took the head in. I could see her shudder as she got it past her opening and into her clutching vagina. She pulled it out, rubbing it on her clit, then took it in a little farther, then repeated the process. It took about ten minutes, but she finally was able to take all of it inside her. Once she was there, she looked over her shoulder. The three of us sitting and watching were looking with rapt attention at the spectacle of my tiny girlfriend taking their buddy’s massive erection all the way into her pussy. Donna looked over as she settled on Brian’s cock.

“Well, aren’t the rest of you going to play??” said Donna, looking back at us. I was already mostly naked, having put on a pair of boxers after Donna and I finished earlier. They didn’t hide much, as I was already getting hard again watching my little blonde friend mounting up on her new partner. Keith and Ray undressed as they watched Donna riding their colleague. Both were already hard when they undressed, both about 7″, but Ray a bit thicker and hairier than Keith.

“Honey, why don’t you turn around so we can see what’s happening a little better,” I said to Donna.

“Good idea,” she said, slowing her pace and looking over her shoulder. “Oh, good, you guys are ready.” She dismounted Brian’s immense cock and turned to face us, placing the head back at her pussy and slowly sinking onto it. We watched as the head spread her labia and slipped inside. It went in easily this time, as she was quite wet, both from her own juices and my load inside her. When she got Brian all the way in, she motioned for Keith to come over to the bed. When he did, she took his cock in her mouth, licking the head, then up and down his shaft as she started to slowly ride Brian again.

The sight of my little blonde riding that massive cock was intensely arousing. Ray was sitting next to me, his dick at full mast, and he was stroking it absent mindedly. Donna, seeing this, called him over, saying, “I can do that,” taking his cock in her hand, smiling up at him as she played with his dick, soon making it leak onto her fingers. Donna was now working all three of our new friends, one in her hand, one in her mouth, one in her pussy. It was a real turn on, and I was amazed at her versatility. I had never expected this when we first started out a week before.

Donna was still riding Brian steadily, and it was hot watching his immense erection push into her, then stretch her pussy lips on the out stroke. It was turning her on, too, and I could see she was getting close to another orgasm. She was stroking Ray faster, and starting to have trouble keeping Keith in her mouth. Suddenly she released Keith and cried out, her hips shaking and bucking as she came all over Brian’s dick, which was buried to the balls in her. He must have been close too, as he started to thrust up into her, his balls hitting her clit, sending her into overdrive.

“Dammit, Brian, I want that big cock to come in me, shove it deep, I want to feel it in my throat when you come!!” Donna was almost delirious. Again she shook, this time grabbing his hands for support. “Oh, God, yes, fill me with your sperm.” She reached down with one hand and held his balls. “You must have a quart of come in those huge nuts, give it all to me!!” Brian grunted and held his dick deep in her. Donna, feeling his come hit her cervix, cried out again.

“Oh, God, Brian, yes, fill me!! Flood my tiny cunt with your big dick, I feel every spurt of your hot come…” Donna was convulsing on his cock and rode hard as Brian continued to spew his load in Donna’s overheated pussy, overflowing her as he came. He finally stopped coming and Donna settled down after the most intense orgasm I have ever witnessed. Her bush was soaked and Brian’s cock was coated in his come. Donna, finally recovered, took a breath and slowly pulled herself up and off the now softening but still sizeable member she was riding. As the head slid out, Brian’s come flowed out of her, a large blob at first, then a more steady flow. Donna rolled off and lay on the bed, her legs open, and looked up at Keith, whom she had let go when she and Brian had their orgasm. She reached out to him, pulling him to her on the bed.

“You can be next,” said Donna, as Keith got into place over her, his hard, leaking shaft bobbing out in front of him.

“I don’t know if I can match that,” said Keith. “I mean, I’m not nearly as big.”

“Don’t you worry,” said Donna, taking his cock and guiding it to her. “I’ve never had one that big, and I don’t think most guys come close to that. And don’t sell yourself short-you’re pretty nicely built yourself. It doesn’t have to be long, thickness counts for something. You’re doing pretty well in that area,” she said, giving his cock a long squeeze down his shaft, making a big drop of come seep out from his swollen head. Donna looked at the growing bubble of precome, then up at Keith. “Mmmm, you look excited. I like when a guy’s come is already leaking out of him even before he’s inside me. It makes me feel like he wants me so bad he can’t stop from coming. Do you want me that bad??” Donna looked up at him with a desire in her eyes I had not seen before as she plunged his dick inside her incredibly sloppy cunt. Keith started pumping away at her hard, his balls slapping on her ass as his cock slurped in and out of her. Donna’s bush, thighs, and ass were now getting a really good coating of come as Keith stroked in and out, Brian’s come still spilling out, and Keith’s leaking dick adding to the mix. He slowed his pace, saying he was getting close. Donna slowed him down further, not wanting him to come yet.

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