Wiling partners

David had really enjoyed the interview process.

To be honest there had been many better-qualified applicants and in a couple of cases better qualified and better looking, but there had been something about Rachel. He wanted to spend time with her and as he debated whom to pick he found himself daring himself to pick her.

In the end pick Rachel he did, after all he told himself he could afford to take a risk. No one had expected his project management company to work, but it had almost immediately and after three years of very hard work he was employing his first member of staff, and he wanted someone he would eagerly await seeing each day. It had been a lonely experience building the company.

Rachel had sounded thrilled on the phone when David offered her the job, she had accepted immediately and they chatted easily on the phone. He had butterflies in his stomach at the thought of her starting on Monday. He told himself to grow up. He had employed some eye candy that was all. She was a lot younger, living with someone and frankly out of his league. However, the butterfly’s remained.

He knew in his heart it wasn’t how Rachel looked, but how he felt when he was with her or spoke with her. He knew it was a dangerous game, but the excitement was intoxicating.

On the phone, David had explained they would be flying immediately to Seville to finish off a very lucrative job he had been working on for 6 months. So you will need your passport, and clothes for Monday to Friday he had told her. Clothes? What should I bring she asked, smart casual he had said. Some more casual stuff for the evenings and a couple of formal outfits if we have dinner with the client. She giggled delightfully at that and said in mock horror; I will just have to go shopping then.

They were two very excited people when they met at the airport, Rachel because this was all new and David because Rachel was there. He checked them in and led her to the business lounge. She was wonderfully naïve, exploring the lounge and commenting on the small glasses, the rows of pastries, and the views of aeroplanes.

The trip passed swiftly. Rachel seemed to charm immediately the male steward who served them, and for the first time in years David enjoyed a flight. She had played endlessly with the seat and the television system, watching a bit of a movie, playing a game, and then switching to the journey map.

Eventually the plane landed, Rachel and David collected their luggage and they checked into their hotel. Their large penthouse rooms were on the top floor, and Rachel worked hard and diligently with him that evening as David briefed her on the project.

The days passed in a blur of long hours, quick briefings, and for Rachel long sessions at the computer creating documentation for project hand-over at the end of the trip. The climax of the week was a meeting on the Thursday afternoon when they reviewed the whole thing with the CEO.

Rachel was a little late for that meeting, arriving a bit flustered. The CEO appeared to forgive her immediately as both the CEO and David were distracted by the vision that arrived in a plain short black dress.

As she calmly and confidently briefed the CEO on the hand over documentation, she had prepared; David sat back admiring her wonderful legs. Rachel legs were displayed beautifully by her short dress and high heeled shoes. He loved the fact that her legs were bare. After the briefing was complete, the CEO excused himself and left them alone. Rachel looked at him smiled warmly, and David felt himself blush as she pulled her dress down slightly.

“I am so sorry I was late,” she said breathlessly, “am I doing OK?” He smiled and assured her it was going great.

“Relax,” he said, “it all’s good.” She smiled happily, and he found himself staring deep into those wonderful blue eyes.

The meetings concluded with the CEO and a couple of his colleagues having a final debate with them over a few issues. At one point Rachel had to come round to David’s side of the desk and show him a phrase in the documents that he was struggling to find. He caught the scent of her perfume and got a brief glimpse of cleavage beneath her dress and a faint glimpse of a black bra. She again flashed him that smile as she straightened up, and again he felt himself going red as he feared she was reading the impure thoughts in his mind.

Finally, the CEO announced they were satisfied and he would happily pay the fee plus the bonuses for on-time and on-budget completion.

In the taxi, back to the hotel Rachel excitedly talked to him trying to gauge if he were satisfied and if was pleased with her. David smiled and laughed at her, telling her to go get ready so we can “blow the bonus on dinner.”

The meal was just great, this time she wore a red dress, but again very simple and plain just the way he liked. Her bare legs and hint of cleavage were distracting, and he wondered if she knew just how much. The wine she drank made her more chatty, more giggly and a escort şişli couple of times he found her touching his arm. They chatted easily talking about their lives, how he had set the business up and her life with her boyfriend.

They left the restaurant with her thanking him warmly, saying she loved working for him.

“Is there anything you would like to do now?” he asked, not wanting the evening to end, but having no clue how to prolong it.

“How about, no that’s silly,” she tailed off. He shrugged, and she finished, “I have always wanted to go in one of those.”

He realised she was pointing to one of the horse-led carriages he had often seen around the town. The driver had seen her point so had quickly come over in the hope of picking up a fare.

“Are you sure?” he said nervously feeling like he both did and didn’t want to go. “Don’t worry I promise to behave. Come on it will be fun,” she said happily and grabbed his arm as they walked over to the carriage.

So it was that he found himself being walked to the driver’s carriage, the driver hustled them into place and gave them a blanket to cover their legs. Unsure at first; eventually, he sat back captivated by her love of life and her enthusiasm for new experiences.

It was a bit of a shock for both of them when the carriage was parked in a quiet corner of the park, and the driver walked away clearly going for a smoke. David and Rachel looked at each other.

“I think he thinks we are lovers,” he commented, realizing the use of the word lovers sent a pleasant thrill through him.

“Well I guess this is the lovers way round town,” Rachel giggled grabbing his arm and continued smiling with that wonderful smile, “and this is so they get some time to kiss and cuddle then?”

“I think that’s the idea,” he replied hoping she couldn’t hear his heart beating.

“Can I?” She said.

“Can you what?” he replied.

“Kiss you,” she said.

He smiled and kissed her gently on the cheek, thinking that was what she meant, but as he pulled away she gently turned his head and kissed him on the lips. The kiss was amazing, and he eagerly found himself kissing her repeatedly.

Even when he went to stop, she looked him deeply in the eyes and said breathlessly “don’t stop.” So they continued to kiss. He felt her hand slide under their blanket and gently stroke his cock through the material of his trousers. He let out an involuntary groan, and she ceased the kissing to say, “Is that nice?”

They heard a whistling and realised that the driver was returning. They sat bolt upright, the spell broken, they jumped apart so sharply that the suspension of the carriage rocked. The driver silently jumped back in, and Rachel and David were off again. The driver turned, and David asked for the driver to drop them off at their hotel.

Together they walked back to their rooms and again with a wish not to let the evening end David asked Rachel if she would like a coffee. She nodded, and Rachel headed into David’s room.

Once inside his room Rachel stood by the percolator and smiled at him.

“A coffee? Do you really want to give me coffee breath then?” At this they both smiled nervously at each other and fell into each other’s arms, kissing enthusiastically.

He pushed her against the wall kissing across her cheek and down into the nape of her neck. She pulled his shirt out from the belt of his trousers and ran her hands up inside his shirt. Her hands then began to undo his belt.

He stopped the kissing and held both her hands.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” He queried. “Will you not feel guilty tomorrow? Will you not just hate me tomorrow?”

She shrugged. “I don’t know. If we make love,” she said, “I will feel guilty, but I can’t help myself, I want you so much. I have thought about this all week, and I must have you. I think you are amazing.”

“I don’t have any precautions,” he said.

“Don’t worry,” she said chewing his ear, “I have thought of that, they are in my bag. Now, darling stop talking and make love to me before I burst.”

Their first lovemaking was frantic; he undressed her and gently lowered her onto the bed, stripping off his remaining clothes and exploring her breasts, neck and mouth with his kisses. She seemed to love stroking his cock with her hand and a couple of times he had to move away fearful that he would come too soon.

Fearful of this he ripped open one of the condoms she had handed him, put it on and steered his throbbing cock into her. He began to move back and forth, thrusting into her, making her gasp. All too quickly David found himself trying to pause as he felt himself close to coming, but beneath him she continued to wriggle loving the feeling of him inside her. Her movement was his undoing, and he could resist no more and he began to thrust again, his breath quickening as he exploded inside her.

“Yes. darling.” She said. He flopped on top of her embarrassed that he had not lasted longer. He found himself apologizing escort nişantaşı to her and she lifted his head off her chest.

“Did you enjoy it?” She said.

“Oh yes!” He replied.

“Well I loved it, so really that’s all that matters right?” She said smiling.

She nudged him over so she could lie on his chest. Her fingers intertwining with his and she gently kissed his chest a couple of times. They chatted. The subject of their first meeting and the interview came up, and they found they had both fantasised about each other. She mocked him for staring at her so much at the meetings and he mocked her for planning so skilfully her seduction of him. Going to mock fight him for that she found herself rolled over, and he began to kiss her again.

She could feel him getting hard again, and she pushed him back over so she was now on top again. She looked at him, putting a finger to his lips which he kissed.

“Time for you to have a special kiss,” she said, seeing him about to say something she pushed her finger onto his lips harder and then seeing him relax said laughingly, “good boy.”

She slowly moved down his body letting her hair and nipples caress his chest and groin area. Her tongue oh so gently touched the tip of his hardening cock. She slowly and gently kissed it, placing her hand on one side of it whilst kissing the other. He was now very erect so with her tongue she licked up and down his whole shaft, before sitting up and stroking him with her hand.

She smiled at the dreamy look on her face, and reaching for a condom skilfully unwrapped it and popped it on his erect member. He went to move, but she told him to keep still. She gently lowered herself onto him so he was inside her.

The second fuck was amazing, the frantic lust was replaced by two people sharing a deep connection, searching for ways to pleasure each other, enjoying the moments when the other gasped or moaned. Rachel clearly loved riding him with her weight forward so he could lift his legs and really thrust into her that made her cry out at each thrust. David clearly loved having her beneath him on the bed so he could raise himself up, moving his cock in long slow strokes that eventually made him close his eyes, breath heavily and fight the desire to just explode inside her. She loved the way he lowered himself from time to time to take her breasts deep into his mouth, and the dreamy look that wandered across his face when she did something he really liked. She chanted at him to come on darling as he reached the most amazing orgasm of his life.

They now lay side by side on the bed, holding hands. Slowly they turned to face each other, and she said smiling, “Wow now I know what all the fuss is about.”

“Me to.” He said.

A new plan

It was just before nine when he snuck back into the room and found her still asleep, the note he had left unread on the pillow beside her. He sat quietly beside her, smiling as he stroked her hair and kissed her gently on the forehead. She slowly came to consciousness and then was awake sitting quickly upright. He was amused that despite a night in which he had explored every pore of her body she still thought to hug the sheet around her.

“Hey sleepy head,” he said.

“Oh my God you are dressed,” she said, “is everything all right. We are supposed to pick up the documents; I can get ready quickly.”

He pushed her back onto the pillow and kissed her.

She pushed him away saying, “we have to go, let me go, we are late.”

“Relax,” he said I have picked everything up. He waved the note that was on the pillow. “Your job,” he said, “was to arrange breakfast for ten. Well?”

“Oh,” she said slowly, “I slept right through.”

“That’s what I thought,” he said, “you deny me almost any sleep and then you leave me to do all the work, good job I booked breakfast for ten myself isn’t it.”

“I am sorry,” she intoned in a childlike voice.

“Maybe you might want to make it up to me for the next hour,” he smiled, taking her hand gently and letting her caress the growing bulge in his trousers.

She continued in the same childlike voice, “oh no more, surely you had enough of me last night.” He cradled her in his arms lifting her off the pillow and kissed her long and passionately moving his lips down to the nape of her neck.

” I could never have enough of you,” he said, but then he stopped.

“Don’t stop,” she cried, “I thought you were going to let me say sorry properly.”

“First we must talk,” he said.

“Oh dear is this where I get the lecture about banging the boss and keeping quiet about it,” she said, “are you planning on talking about the real world? I know this wonderful bubble has to burst soon, but not yet please.”

“No,” he said, “not that, think of it more as if I want to bubble to go on longer. I have been thinking the work is done, and I have a villa about an hour’s flight away so………….. will you consider phoning home and pretending the work has hit a snag escort mecidiyeköy and that we won’t be back till late Monday afternoon.” There is a plane I have hired for a 2pm departure so we would be at the villa by four. What do you think?” His obvious excitement and attempt to be with her sent a thrill through her whole body.

“I think it’s a wonderful idea,” she said her eyes shining except I am all out of clothes and certainly have brought nothing to wear at a villa anyway.

“That’s what I thought you would say,” he laughed, “so my full plan is breakfast at 10, you leave at 11 with a car and a personal shopper I have booked. We meet at the airport at 1:45 and off we go. Fly home at 6pm Monday night. However, you must say whether you are unhappy with the deceit or just want to go home.”

There was a pause and then she yelled, “Holy cow, pass me the phone!”

He disappeared into the bathroom, not because he needed to, but because he felt awkward listening into her call. He came out again when the talking has ceased, and she looked at him with a weak smile.

“That was tough,” she said, “but it’s done. Now lets think you have told me the plan for the day, but not what we do till the food arrives at 10.” She got out of the bed and walked across the room to him. ” I wonder what we could do till then?” She mused.

Her kiss was as full, and as enthusiastic as last night so he soon forgot her moment of reluctance when he first came back into the room. He extracted his mouth from her kiss, and she squealed as he spun her round. Taking both breasts in his hands he fondled them as she lifted her hands behind his head. As he kissed her neck she skilfully reached down and unzipped his fly, her hand quickly finding and stroking his rapidly hardening cock through the material of his boxer shorts.

“I need the bathroom,” she said, “you strip and get on the bed.” He did as he was told, and he lay listening to her in the bathroom, she turned the shower on for a while and emerged wet and wrapped in a towel. “Thought I should be a clean girl for the boss,” she said.

She kept hold of the towel around her body as she moved to the bed. She kneeled beside him on the bed and took his cock in her hand, stroking and caressing it till again it was standing to attention.

She leant down gently kissing it and then began to give him the kind of blow job all men dream about. He lay still enjoying the sensation, she occasionally paused but continued to caress him with her hand before again resuming with her mouth.

He managed to get the towel off her and with some pulling managed to get her sitting over the top of his face so he could return the favour. Soon, they were both lost in ecstasy until she pulled herself away.

“Sit up for me darling,” she said and as he did she passed over yet another condom for him to unwrap and put on. She then manoeuvred herself so she was also sitting opposite him her legs either side of his body. She raised herself up and slowly slid him inside her.

They sat opposite each other slowly making love and using the position to enjoy long kisses which heightened their pleasure and they both loved the way this position gave him full access to her breasts with both hands and mouth.

For the first time they climaxed together and then they just lay together in silence until the knock on the door shattered their peace and quiet.

“Oh my God the breakfast,” he gasped.

She scuttled off to the bathroom leaving him to find some clothes and let the smiling waiter in. When she braved coming out the bathroom, the waiter was gone, and the breakfast was laid. They looked at each other and then collapsed into giggles like two naughty school kids.

“You really are bad news,” she said I used to be such a good girl. He smiled and tucked ravenously into his bacon and eggs.

A new journey

It was much later when he stood smiling at the bags being loaded into her suitcase and then loaded into the plane. She had arrived with seconds to spare after what looked like a mammoth shopping spree. She kissed and hugged the personal shopper the agency had sent and had warmly thanked her saying she could not have done it without her.

They finally were alone again when the plane was up in the air, and the seat belt light was off. I am afraid your credit card took quite a battering she said also much of what I have bought I will not be able to wear again or, here she stumbled, at least not wear for anyone else other than you.

He smiled and reassured her saying there would be other trips and more opportunity to be together. She just smiled and looked out the window feeling she was in the most amazing dream, but having no idea how she would face waking up again in the real world. She told herself for the umpteenth time since kissing him that first time that she was young, it felt amazing and she should deal with the here and now, not worry about tomorrow.

They both had a refresher course for the rest of the journey to the villa of how much they enjoyed each other’s company and how easy they found it to talk to each other. The last 18 hours had been dominated by love making and the rush to get ready for this journey. He had been tired when he got on the plane yet when it touched down he felt talking to her had recharged his batteries.

NOTE: This is part 4 in a series and it presupposes some knowledge of past events, I encourage you to read the first 3 parts in order to understand how we got here. As always, I love feedback. The more you tell me, the better writer I become. Thank you

*****

Later that night, my phone rang. “Hello Molly,” I said somewhat distantly.

On the other end of the phone, Molly, my blonde curled student who I’d fucked in my office earlier that day, mocked my tone. “Awww, professor, you sound upset. It wouldn’t be because of a moral dilemma, would it?” She giggled just like she had after she came on the phone for me the first time when I still didn’t know who she was.

Having not only fucked her, but also possibly impregnated my student, I was more than tied in moral knots. “Jesus, Molly,” I began, “Can you be serious for a second? What the hell are we going to do?”

“I know what I want to do,” she cooed through the phone. “How is it that the sound of your voice just makes my pussy flood?” I heard the sound of her sucking on something. “Mmmm,” she continued, “I taste different, or maybe I can still taste you.”

My cock was growing hard despite my concerns. This was not good. “Look Molly, what happened today… it just can’t happen again.”

“So what you’re saying is,” Molly responded, her voice husky over the phone, “you don’t want to fuck this tight… wet… young… aching… pussy anymore?” She was moaning as she finished, and my mouth was hanging stupidly open as I listened.

“But I’m married,” I all but whispered in a weak attempt to win the argument.

She moaned into the phone, “I know… and I have thoughts about that too.”

“What kind of thoughts?” my interest piqued, but also a growing unsettled feeling within.

“Are you stroking that lovely cock of yours?” she asked playfully, like a petulant child. “I won’t tell you my thoughts if you’re not.”

I was, god help me. Despite my conscious struggle against this cute blonde with ravenous appetite I found that I had taken my cock out and was slowly teasing myself as she whimpered and moaned and pouted into the phone.

“Just tell me,” I grumbled. At that moment it was difficult to keep my mind from flooding with images of our tryst in my office earlier that day. Molly made it impossible for me to keep focused.

She giggled into the phone, satisfied that I was in fact stroking myself, even if I hadn’t admitted it. “Well,” she purred, “I was thinking that, given how easy it was to have you fuck me, it might be fun to see if I could seduce your wife too. I bet she’d give me more of a challenge.”

“Jesus, Molly,” I about choked, my cock softening in my hand, “Stay the fuck away from wife. Are you trying to ruin me?”

“You mean the way you ruined my tight, young, virgin pussy with that nice big cock of yours?” She exaggerated a gasp at her own words. Then, slipping into some imitation of a pornographic Scarlett O’Hara she added, “I do declare I’m no longer fit for any man but you, the way you ravished my poor young body.” Then she dissolved into a luxuriously languid laugh that spoke of newfound sexual confidence and desire.

If we had been talking in person, I would have slapped her. Or maybe I would have fucked her. Possibly I would have slapped her and then fucked her. This girl had me all turned around. Since we were on the phone and I was overcome with a mix of fear and anger, I simply said, “Please, Molly.”

“Mmmm,” She mewled, “I like that. But please what, huh? ‘Please let me fuck you again?’ Or did you mean, ‘Please seduce my wife?’ What is it you say in class? ‘Be poetic if you must, but above all be clear!'” And then she laughed.

“God dammit, Molly,” I said in frustration. I wanted to threaten her, to scare her into compliance, but over the phone it seemed so impotent, so I just stopped there.

“Oh,” she said her tone revealing a self-satisfied bratiness , “I like that. I like you angry with me. I want you to put all that anger into throwing me down and fucking me as hard as you can. I want you to punish me with that cock of yours. Will you do that for me, professor? Will you fuck me so hard I can still feel it the next day in your class?”

Torn between whispering a begrudging “yes” and losing all control and screaming into the phone for her to leave me alone, I did the only thing I could think of to do: I hung up. I half expected her to call back but she didn’t. Instead she texted me a close up pic of her mouth, lips painted with a shade of pink lipsticks only younger girls wear, two fingers in her mouth. The caption read, “Thinking of you.”

I ignored it. Or tried to. Being completely honest I almost immediately went to my home office and jacked off, alternating between the new pic and the older one of her nude in nothing but heels. She clearly had me and was merely toying with me, the way cats toy with mice before they devour them.

As it was I had other things to worry about. First and foremost, şişli escort that night was an event for big money donors to the University and faculty attendance was mandatory. I encouraged my wife to skip it as it was bound to be dreadful, but she looked forward to such things, being naturally ore outgoing than I. For her it was an excuse to buy a new dress and a pair of heels and drink just ever so slightly more than she should.

My wife, Monica, was a professional in her own right working in the world of finance. Secretly she loved going to academic affairs because her social skills, when compared to the crippling anxiety and awkwardness of most intellectuals, made Monica the belle of the ball.

It helped too that she was absolutely stunning. Standing slightly taller than average for a woman, her legs were long and lean and led up to a body that had rounded ever so slightly as she passed into her early 30s. Her hair was raven black cast against a fair, almost porcelain complexion and deep blue eyes.

Of course, marriages aren’t just about how sexy your spouse is. Or, sexiness isn’t just a factor of looks. Monica was gorgeous, but she had grown cold or distant. Maybe I had. I don’t know really. I decided I lacked impulse control. Fucking Molly was one thing, but fucking my secretary the day before just because she walked in when I was hard, that showed a character flaw. Suddenly I felt guilty. Not just scared of being caught, but actual remorse.

I considered these things when I went into our bedroom and saw Monica sitting on the edge of the bed getting ready for the evening. She was wearing a black slip and sliding a black stocking up her legs. Damn she looked good.

The thought must have expressed itself on my face, but she looked up at me and immediately rolled her eyes, “Really?” she asked sarcastically.

I shrugged as I leaned against the door jam, watching her ignore me and continue to get ready. “The heart wants what it wants, I guess.”

“It’s not your heart that’s doing the wanting,” she replied coolly.

I walked behind her and rubbed her soft shoulder covered only by the thin straps of her slip. “Sorry,” I apologized, “I was just thinking how good you look.”

“Jesus, John,” she stood up and turned towards me, clearly annoyed. “You barely talk to me for months, let alone touch me, and then, when we have somewhere to be in half an hour, you wanna fuck?”

“Calm down,” I said, “that wasn’t what I wanted.”

“Oh I suppose you just wanted a quick blow job before the taxi comes.” She walked to the mirror and fixed her earrings, looking at me in the reflection. “I don’t even know what to think anymore.”

“Mon,” I tried to say softly, again walking up behind her, placing my hands on her upper arms, “That wasn’t what I meant. I’m sorry. I’m lucky to have you.”

“Look,” she said, turning toward me, “I know things have been rough, maybe we should see somebody.” I gave a half smile and slightly nodded. Before I could respond, her mood and face lightened, “But tonight, let’s just try to have a little fun.” She turned back toward the mirror, admiring herself.

“Besides,” she added, “I do look good tonight. It’s no wonder you want to fuck me.” Just then the taxi honked its horn and she pecked me playfully on the cheek. “Let’s go.”

The reception was nice as these things go. It’s always a good show when the college is trying to impress donors. There was a large buffet with prime rib, a jazz band playing background music, and about 300 academics and alumni milling about in their best ass kissing clothes.

I made my way for the bar to get Monica a glass of Merlot and myself a nice Scotch. It was an open bar, I might as well take advantage. As I waited on the bartender, across the room, from the corner of my eye I saw a blur of blonde curls. Could it be?

What was she doing here? Students didn’t usually attend faculty events unless they were working as servers, but she wasn’t dressed as a server. No, she was dressed to kill in a strapless red dress with flowing skirt, black stockings and heels.

She was chatting with an elderly couple I knew to be an emeritus professor from the anthropology department and her husband. Her eye caught mine and she smiled devilishly at me and winked. I nodded back, but gathered my drinks, tipped the bartender and returned to my wife.

For a while I tried to keep tabs on Molly, expecting her to come say hello and god knows what else. In such a large room it was difficult to keep track of her, especially since my own colleagues kept seeking my attention, trying to introduce me to various alumni donors. I couldn’t say if I was keeping tabs on her for fear or desire or maybe both.

It became apparent that whatever had brought her here was keeping her busy and that she wasn’t making any clear attempt to come to talk to me. If I were honest I’d say I was more disappointed than relieved, but I figured it was for the best. I eventually fatih escort settled into the fake interactions that typify such events.

Monica, for her part was in her element, making her way around the room, leaving me to my own devices. I tried to keep track of her too, but it was likewise difficult. At first she ran off with the wife of a departmental colleague, both of them chatting up the Dean of the college. The dean then introduced her to someone I didn’t recognize, a donor I’d figure. Deans are good at finding people who know how to charm money out of others, and Monica, in her various capacities and knowledge sets was one of the best.

Somewhere into my third scotch I decided I needed some air, but rather than head out the front door where all of the smokers tended to congregate, I made my way to the rear exit. I just needed a moment to myself. For a classic introvert, such events are taxing.

I stepped out, ran my hands over my face, flush with the rising level of alcohol and the warmth of a packed room. In the distance a couple of students were making their way through the quad, no doubt on their way to a party of their own. But otherwise, the university was quiet. I took a deep breath.

“Why hello, professor.” I turned to see Molly, leaning against the wall next to the door. Her hands were behind her back, one leg bent at the knee, foot against the wall as well.

“Molly,” I tried to be calm, but I moved toward her so I could whisper. “What are you doing here?”

“Same as you I’d guess,” she smiled, “I needed some air.” She smiled coyly, tipping her chin down and tilting her head, “Unless you followed me out here.”

“No,” I said, “That’s not what I meant.” And then I reconsidered, “And no, I didn’t know you were out here.”

“But you hoped,” she interrupted.

For a moment I thought about pursuing the argument, but instead I just stepped to her and took her face in my hands and kissed her full on the mouth. In retrospect it was stupid, anyone could have come out, but I lingered, drinking in the sweet bubblegum taste of her lip gloss as our tongues explored the caverns of each other’s mouths. She wrapped her hands around my shoulders as I pressed her body into the wall. I broke the kiss and stepped away. My hand that had held her cheek trailed down her neck to her shoulder, and then down her arm, until, like a love struck teen I stood there in the moonlight, holding her hand.

Of course, like “love struck” teens, love isn’t really at issue, just hormones. I imagine I stood there looking at her with a hungry look on my face.

“Oh my, professor,” she gasped when the kiss was broken. Then, walking away, but still holding my hand, she pulled me away from the building. “Come with me,” she said, and I did.

She dragged me across the walk to the next building explaining, “These doors are almost always open at night because you professors are a workaholic bunch. Sure enough, she was right, and I glanced around hoping no one was watching as I followed her into the empty building.

The first floor was made up of classroom space, and after checking a few doors, we found one that was open. I followed her in and closed the door. As I turned toward her she was all over me. Using her slight frame to press me back against the door as used every inch of her heels to reach up to my mouth with her own.

I drank in the taste of her lips as her hands immediately began fumbling with my belt. When she had it undone, she lowered my zipper and immediately sank to her knees in front of me.

As she fished my cock out of my pants, she looked up at me, her expression changed from coy tease to abject desire. “When you saw the picture of my mouth, is this what you thought about?”

She didn’t wait for an answer; as soon as my hardening cock was exposed she swallowed it into the warm wetness of her mouth, moaning as she did. I could feel my cock growing against the soft flesh of her tongue as she pressed it against me.

I watched as her head began to bob back and forth, longer strokes as my cock quickly came to full attention. She looked up at me, her mouth stretched to accommodate my size and our eyes locked. She worked back and forth, one hand firmly wrapped around the base of my erection, her eyes never leaving mine, mine never leaving hers. It was heaven.

I wrapped a hand in her blonde curls, and held tight as my own hips began to meet the movement of her head. Her eyes went wide at the sensation of the slight tug on her hair and then returned to half lidded expression of ecstasy as she continued her best to swallow as much of my cock as her petite mouth would allow.

The sensation was too much and I wanted, or perhaps needed, to fuck her. I pulled my hips back to free my cock from her mouth, but she merely followed, locked on to me, refusing to give up that which was filling her mouth. I resorted to roughly pulling her by the hair until my cock released from her mouth with avcılar escort an obscene popping sound.

“No,” she whimpered, her mouth suddenly emptied, “I wanted you to cum in my mouth this time.” She was panting, as I pulled her to her feet. “I wanted to show you that you could use me however you wanted, that I was here for what you need.”

I pulled out a desk chair and sat in it, my cock achingly erect jutting up from my lap. I pulled her toward me, her face half pout, but still flush with desire.

“What I want,” I said panting, “is to fuck you. Take off your panties and straddle me.”

She giggled as she flipped up the skirt of her dress, moving toward me, revealing that her stocking were just that, stockings and saying. “I’m not wearing any, sir.”

She straddled me lifting her red skirt, placing a knee on either side of my hips as I sat in the desk chair. She grinded her hips against my exposed cock, until I was running against her wet slit, sliding against her clit, teasing both of us. Her hands were placed on my shoulder, while I held onto her hips.

I watched her face, as she pulled up ever so slightly so my erect cock could find its way into her. Biting the edge of her lower lip, she slid down onto me, stretching and opening her tight cunt as each inch of me disappeared into her under her dress.

She moaned loudly into the room as she sank down. It was an easier fit than the first time. I smiled to myself as I thought that she must be getting broken in just for me. She closed her eyes and pressed herself hard down onto me, taking the last few inches of my cock with a slight squeal.

I held her there, reveling in the sensation of the grip of her pussy. I reached up behind her and pulled her forward so that I could kiss her and slide my tongue into the wetness of her mouth. I wanted to consume her, to inhabit every inch of space inside her that I could.

And then she started rocking. Slowly at first, but then more pronounced. Not so much an up and down motion as a grinding. I could feel her muscles contract around me as she slid forward and the release as she slid back. It felt like my cock swelled even more to be inside of her.

She wrapped her arms around my neck and threw her head back as her pace quickened. Her eyes closed and a slow whine turned into a high pitched squeal of delight as her body shivered and spasmed into an orgasm.

“Fuuuccck,” she cried, her hips grinding against me, “So good… so good…”

She fell forward against me, my face full of her blonde curls as she nuzzled my neck, her hips still riding my cock, albeit more slowly now. She whispered in my ear, “I feel like such a slut, cumming so fast for you.” She nibbled my ear gently, “But I’ve been wet all day thinking about this… about you.”

My hands on her hips urged her to quicken her pace, which she did, gladly, but now having cum, she was back in a teasing mood. She sat upright in my lap, her forehead pressed to mine, her seemingly innocent eyes peered into me.

“Come on, sir,” she urged, “take this pussy and own it. Fuck your slut student. Your slut. Fuck me like you never fuck your wife. Use me, hurt me. Pull me hard down onto your cock and make me feel it.”

These last words were grunted as I reached behind her and pulled her hair, making her look straight up as I pulled her down. My mouth covered her neck and she moaned in delight. I felt my cock begin to swell and I remembered her words earlier. Quickly I stood, lifting her lithe body as I did so, my cock leaving her vacant as I pushed her once again to her knees.

She grabbed my cock and stroked it, smiling up at me. “Does my professor wish to cum in his student’s mouth after all? Too bad you can’t cum on my face and make me leave it so everyone at the party knows what I’ve been doing. But I don’t want to ruin my pretty dress.”

I grabbed her head and pulled her mouth onto my cock just in time to fill her mouth with the first eruption of my cum. She gave a muffled squeak of surprise before moaning as she nursed my cock and swallowed as spasm after spasm of my hot seed flooded her mouth.

I fell back in the chair, panting heavily, my legs weak. My softening cock already retreating back into the confines of my zipper. She kneeled before me, hair mussed, make up ruined, a small streak of cum running down the smooth white skin of her chin. This she wiped with a finger and cleaned with her mouth and then smiled mischievously.

Molly climbed back into my lap, this time not straddling me, but sideways, feet stretched out, arms around my neck. I put my hands on her petite waist and kissed her, tasting myself on her lips.

She got up and pulled a compact out of her purse and did her best to fix her makeup and hair. “So,” she said with a smile, “Now I get to go talk to everyone you know with your cum on my breath.” She leaned over me and kissed me lightly on the cheek so as not to muss herself again. “Do you think your wife would pick up your scent if I stopped and said hello.”

I ran my hand through my hair, “Please Molly, leave my wife alone.”

“Don’t worry professor,” she said as she made her way to the classroom door, “It will all work out just fine. Trust me.” And with that she was gone.

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This is the fourth installment of a story I began a year ago. The curve of the plot has shifting to the couple, Maris and Jon (aka serge) but Kate between a woman and a man. I would try to enthusiastically evolve for her.

Three days passed without Maris asking about my use of the pink bag. She was coaching other characteristics out of me. She never faltered using ‘serge’ and only once did I fail to address her as Domina. She brought a second pair of Kate’s panties to me as a punishment.

“Put them on serge,” these were damp as well. I took this to mean that she had made love with Kate this afternoon.

The following day after she had left early for the lab I received a link for a film.

‘ the roles reversed, details are different but watch this serge ‘

The movie wasn’t only about the kinky activities of a couple but an exploration of the psychological aspect of a sub relationship. The sex was still riveting and the plot led to the woman’s willing anal penetration.

Two hours later I received an unambiguous text :

‘ thank you for agreeing to stay with me serge ‘

Then a quick second text :

‘ the preparation has been underway for months so be ready serge ‘

Then a third :

‘ watch the film again carefully serge ‘

The fourth came ninety minutes later :

‘ get the small anal plug in your bottom serge ‘

I put down the cell and went to my bedside drawer. The small tube of lube and the toy were waiting with a note.

‘ slow is best with these toys serge ‘

I removed my jeans and sat on the bed edge contemplating my next action. I was in charge of this step and I knew she still wanted me. That was something; I was loved by the woman I loved. I held the toy in my hand. I had considered that she must have dealt with a similar exploration herself. I mean she didn’t just take the stiff phallus attached to Hannah’s hips into her butt without preparation. So her request was true and considerate. I smiled and rolled onto my hip. The toy was a hard plastic colored red. I touched my finger to the lube and spread my cheeks.

It was a narrow probe a bit wider than my finger. The first touch caused me to contract so I used my long finger to rub the lube on the skin and I pushed in. My finger was only just inside and I shut my eyes and tried to relax. I was surprised as the finger reached the inner ring. The instructions described how to relax and breathe and it worked but I felt nothing special. I pushed the slim toy in and allowed myself a moment. As my body began to adjust I noticed a tingle. The penetration of the toy felt better than my fingers since I could focus on relaxing.

The note that came with the kit suggested leaving the toys in place for a few minutes so I slipped my pants up and tried to work.

Later when I went to bed the small anal plug was waiting. She was clearly telling me to sleep with it.

Our daily lives didn’t change greatly though I did notice that her dressing was evolving. I signed for two or three packages and boxes each day. The name on the address label was Domina Jones. Thankfully the carriers in our neighborhood never commented. She hadn’t shared the purchases with me and I didn’t explore to determine what she was buying.

After the first week of cleansing Maris came home for lunch rather than meet me in the park.

“I have the afternoon off serge. I’ll make a simple salad and we can talk of the afternoon.”

I closed out my work files but left the laptop running on the counter.

As she gathered the greens and washed them she spoke, “You know that I dress for Mistress Kate correct serge?”

I looked at her. The mid-thigh dress had a soft off-white color with a floral pattern. She wore a taupe colored heel on her feet but her legs were covered. Though there was no apparent color to the hose’ she wore. Her hair was in a ponytail and she had three bangles on her right wrist and the gold chain I’d given her on her birthday about her bare neck.

“Her respect is something I cherish and she likes to see me in very bahçelievler escort specific types of clothing. I have found it helps me focus. To be dressed for her is a joy.”

“Domina you always look great.”

She dried her hands and turned toward me, “Are you happy with the way you are dressed serge?”

I paced a bit.

“I don’t know Domina. My jeans are comfortable. I guess it’s pretty casual.”

“Well, I am not happy with how you look in them now. I’m also displeased with your hair. The mop look was okay before but I want you to begin conditioning your hair serge. I have some ideas regardig re-styling it.”

She came around the counter and smiled as I sat. She seemed to tower over me with her tall heels.

“On the bed is an outfit I want you to put on serge.”

She returned to the sink and began to wash another pile of lettuce.

I walked to the bedroom to find a pair of pants and a shirt. There was a new pair of shoes on the floor.

I removed my worn jeans and pulled off the t-shirt.

“Shower first serge and shave again please,” she called from the Kitchen.

As I dried I considered her needs. She wanted me to be special rather than ordinary. I moved the new pants to put on my boxers but when I picked up them up I saw the small pair a panties. The packaging had been removed but these were new. They were soft blue in color. They were boy-shorts. I slipped the panties on without a protest. The second anal plug was also on the bed. Over the past few days I had found inserting the plug easier but wearing it more than several hours required removing it and relaxing for a while. This one was a bit thicker. Her intent was clear.

I lifted my foot to the bed edge and applied a small amount of lube to the toy. Concentrating I positioned the plug and it slipped in. It was noticeably bigger. I felt stuffed. I stopped a moan as I put my foot down. I could hear Maris singing faintly and she smiled seeing me as well.

When I picked up the shirt I found the white undershirt. It had adjustable shoulder straps. I paused only a moment before slipping it on. I pulled the pants on and started to button them. The clasp and button were backward.

Picking up the white dress shirt I felt the soft cotton and noted the tag. It was an expensive designer brand. Looking at the buttons I saw they were also reversed. Contemplating the items she had given me I considered the consequences. Each thing in and of it’s self was too small to gripe about. She had been acting quite nice now that we had settled the new path for us. She hadn’t pressed me on the cleansing. She hadn’t even asked after the texts she had sent days earlier.

Maris was asserting her will sensitively rather than aggressively.

I buttoned the new khaki colored pants and slipped on the soft white shirt over the undergarment. These backward buttons took me sometime to get closed. I now looked at the shoes. Inside was a small package of socks. Actually these were nude in color; long socks that came nearly to the knee. I think these were hose’ not socks.

The shoes at a glance had appeared to be Italian but now I saw these were actual flats. The leather was dark brown in color. The design could be gender neutral but they did have a slightly elevated heel. Standing I looked in the full mirror. It was a nice looking outfit but then I saw the profile. The fitted pant and shirt announced my proportions. It was first time I had ever noticed my backside. The tapered leg of the pants further called attention to my bottom and the plug in my bottom made me aware of my posture.

“That looks quite nice serge,” I could just see her reflected in the mirror but she could see my backside.

I sensed that I was shifting to Domina’s care. There was a formal nature to her commands.

My butt had accommodated the new toy and now I was looking at myself. My Mistress had dressed me. This was her control extended to another aspect of our relationship. I walked closer to the mirror and felt the difference of the slight heel but was startled by the reflection. I could see the straps of the undershirt beneath the shirt. She wanted me to be different than all the other guys I knew. She wanted me to dress for her rather than be like the others.

“How are you doing serge? Do you need a hand?”

I resisted an urge to holler, “Oh, I’m okay Domina.”

I walked to the closet. Inside were a number of new pants on hangars and bakırköy escort new shirts too. There would be more to her early afternoon I sensed.

“Did you see the strap-on by the bed?”

I had walked into the living room.

“Yes”

“We will wait until you ask me to play with your bottom serge. Until such time you are to restrain your masturbating as a respect for me.”

She smiled, “The phallus will help you and me, but it is not for today. I think you need more work on your butt serge. There is a bigger plug in the bath drawer. Please go and find it. I want to see it now.”

As I returned I saw that she had removed her dress and was waiting dressed with only her stockings and heels. The curve of her breasts excited me. I dropped the larger anal plug.

“I need you to love my pussy serge but I also want you to learn to kiss my bottom.”

I had learned over the months to watch her face as I pleased her vagina. I could see her react when I kissed her folded lower lips. My attention over the past months had helped me read the signs. I realized that she had been patiently teaching me.

She stood leaning against the counter. When I met Maris I had no idea what I was doing when I kissed her body. Now I liked the way my tongue felt when I pushed it passed the opening of her pussy. I loved having my face in the folds of her vagina and now I ran my tongue everywhere, including her back hole. I had not laid claim to that tight opening as of yet.

“Ohh yes serge, there, lick across the rim again, “

Whenever I would swipe my tongue across her anus she moaned. She needed me to be the guy who paid attention to her body. As her body began to shake I now focused on her clit.

“Fuck serge, I’m going to cum on your face, “

As I turned her to get closer to her butt I considered that maybe we did have a future.

My fingers reached up and around to her naked breast. My hand began to caress her.

“Ohh, yes serge, your tongue on my tight hole please lover, “

I was there on my knees and was aware of how much I loved having her cover my face. I shifted about and she lifted her heel cover right foot allowing me better access to her vulva and ass. Her hands reached down as the climax continued and she held my tongue on her button.

I was happy that Maris was enjoying this so much. Now she clamped her thighs tightly about my head. There was a loss of air for that moment.

Maris’s heels somehow kept her just there at my mouth but finally she collapsed. I fell backwards onto my hands as I breathed deeply, panting. That was the biggest orgasm I had every seen Maris enjoy. I must have shot off a bit for my panty was damp. She was breathing heavily and her eyes were closed. She was mine today and I smiled as her eyes opened.

“You’re a better learner than I expected serge.”

I looked at her panting and saw the juice on her hose’.

“So you liked that Domina?”

“It’s going to be okay serge. You just topped my expectations in several ways.”

The carpet had helped my knees for I was in front of her licking and kissing for a long time.

“Please fetch my strap-on serge.”

I brought it to her and she immediately rubbed the tip along her wet slit.

“Ohh yes, now I want you to slip the cock into me but not my pussy serge, slowly though. My body enjoys slow penetration not ramrodding.”

Her climax had come on slowly and I saw the joy on her face but she wanted this too. At least I was here for it. I had witnessed her second orgasm but I was now dressed and shaped by her will. I was her serge, Maris’s new lover.

“I want you to watch this go inside my body but in the other opening serge.”

She positioned the tip as I held the phallus end at the balls.

“Just insert the tip first serge, yes, just a bit.”

It was difficult due to her position.

“Wait, I’ll turn for this first penetration serge.”

Once she leaned onto the counter I pulled her butt cheek and her hand came around to settle the cock head at her opening.

“Okay serge push into me please.”

I slowly and gently pushed while I turned the shaft a bit back and forth. I had learned the need for the first part of a dildo or plug to slid over the soft tissue.

“That’s very, ohh, it’s large serge. Now push passed the muscle please.”

The afternoon sun came out at that moment and lit her bottom framed by her suspender straps. I saw most of the length fındıkzade escort of the seven-inch cock disappearing into my lover’s upturned bottom. It was so exciting I ejaculated and moaned softly.

“Yes serge, you can cum while fucking me like this; now in and out but slowly serge.”

She had climaxed less than five minutes earlier but she began to rotate her bottom as I held the phallus. She was fucking the toy in my hand!

“Ohh, serge, yes, fuck me with your stay-hard cock!”

Up and down she moved at her pace while I remained still.

“I’m cumming serge! Push in deeper!”

She shook as another orgasm began and I worked to keep the toy within her. I watched as she slowed and I reached to steady her with my hand on her hip.

“That was simply amazing serge. I have never climax with you like this before honey.”

I stood as she turned and moved to the sofa.

“That’s what’s in store for you serge. The orgasms in my ass beat any that I have ever had from oral or vaginal intercourse. By this time next week you will better understand where your world is going and I will be there with you serge.”

The next day was Saturday and I got up early and went for a long run. As I ran I wondered about her cleansing. Maybe she had a separate kit. Maybe she cleaned her bottom at the Lab. I wondered if her and Mistress Kate did so together. Such were new thoughts but I was shifting my focus and questioning many things now that Maris (or Domina) seemed committed to our future.

I returned near ten to find two bags at the door. Each was filled with my clothes. Domina had spent the morning clearing my drawers and organizing the new garments.

I stopped short at the threshold. I wasn’t conflicted as much as anxious. She had heard me come in and she walked up to me and kissed me lightly.

“You need a shower. That outfit goes too serge. You can keep the running shoes until I find a suitable pair dear.”

She walked toward the Kitchen but stopped.

“Next time you run please don’t forget that my lover is always wearing my toys in his bottom. The small one will do for your exercise dear.”

On Sunday she awoke before me. When the warm sun caused me to stir I sat up. On the bed was another strap-on. I looked at it and picked it up. It was slightly moist. I check it and found her scent.

She called from the Kitchen, “Are you holding my new toy serge?”

I glimpse Maris from the bed and she looked so sexy I almost jumped out of bed and asked her to come back with me. That was the old Jon though.

I heard her walking to the doorway. She was dressed in a black dress, nude hose’ and black heels. She had prepared her face and wore a new neck dressing; seven or so pearl strands some of which fell between her cleavage. Her hair was held back with a clip. She pushed her heels to touch the door frame.

“Do you recall the last time I stood here serge?”

I smiled at her, “Get up we have a lot to do serge,” she said as she turned.

I considered the woman I was in love with and wondered about my eclipsed role. My submissiveness was growing. Looking at her I lusted to be hers somehow and forever. I had come to realize this wasn’t a struggle or competition with Domina. We had found a consensus. We both wanted to be here with each other and there was a genuine friendship. I had come to love the same things as Maris and she wanted to share this new sexual practice with me. I recognized that I didn’t want to lose this woman. Her involvement with the other women was no longer an issue. Our partnership could only last and retain its fire if we both care for our new sexual reality.

Researchers have found that both men and women can prefer to imagine being dominated. I was surprised that the research also showed that men liked it even more than women. The writers suggested that an alternate fantasy was the drive once men were free from rejection and restrictions.

She walked to my bedside and sat. She leaned and kissed me with passion. She pointed at the cocktoy.

“Today serge you will wear this and fuck me. Your penis will not penetrate me until I feel you are ready for such a reward. I want you to wear this tight panty girdle to prevent you from any lapse.”

She pulled the nude toned panty out. It had a ‘V’ shaped reinforced panel.

“This will absolutely control your penis for my fun today serge.”

She turned and walked away. I went to the closet thinking of her dress as I picked up my outfit for today. The outfit she had set aside was a dark pant with a jacket; a deep grey as well. There was a nearly transparent white shirt. It really was a blouse though with a deep ‘V’ expose at the front panel and there was a new undershirt. I still fussed with the adjustable straps each day.

He is sitting at his desk, up to his neck in the details of a huge contract, when he hears the knock at his door. Without taking his eyes off of what he is doing he answers, “Come in.”

At first, he is too engrossed to realize that the room has remained silent. The part of his brain that was expecting the singsong voice of his pretty, young secretary is becoming more active as it scans the room for any sign of her. As the minutes tick by, more and more of his subconscious brain detaches from the contract and focuses on locating the source of the interruption. Mildly annoyed at his own break in concentration, he gives up his effort to stay focused and prepares for the interruption to hit him full force.

In the moment before his head snaps up to face the unfortunate soul who has disturbed him, he registers something new. A fragrance. “I know that scent,” he thinks to himself. He closes his eyes and inhales deeply, drawing the scent of violets from all the way across his spacious office. A smile is on the verge of overtaking his face when, at the last possible moment, he takes control of his senses and decides to turn the tables on his visitor.

Still not looking up, he grunts, “Yes? What it is? Can’t you see I am busy here?”

Silence.

She is patient. She did not come all the way up to his office to be scared off by his playful bravado. She can play this game too.

He is smiling now – an impish grin that means he knows the game is on, and that she is ready to play at his level.

He waits.

The tension builds.

She waits

The room seems warmer.

The air is thicker.

The scent of violets is almost overpowering now.

Suddenly, he is on his feet. His large, black chair rolls backwards from the violence of his movement and crashes softly in to the file cabinet behind his desk.

She is startled by his movement, but has enough self-control not to show it.

He is going to make her wait.

He will take his time.

Starting at her painted toes, which peek out from the open ends of her stylish black shoes, his eyes begin the slow journey up her body.

Slender ankles.

Curved, strong calves.

Knees that disappear demurely under the hem of her tight black dress.

Powerful, shapely thighs that seem to strain the clingy material.

Her waist, perfectly sized for his large hands.

Proud breasts, pushing against the fabric. Nipples clearly visible. No bra.

Sculpted arms. A bouquet of violets tucked in one elbow.

Shoulders bare but for the thin black strap of the dress.

Smooth collarbone, with hollows perfect for nibbling.

Neck: long. Neck: inviting. Neck: needing to be kissed.

Lips – full, pouting, barely hiding strong, white teeth and the tip of her playful pink tongue.

Lips – now twisting into a wry smile.

Lips – being moistened by the tongue.

For a moment, before he moves up to her eyes, his gaze runs back down the length of her body to her toes, and then back up – back to those lips.

Lips – the smile is gone. Her mouth is determined.

A simultaneous deep breath.

Breathing in the scent of violets – the compounds in their fragrance tickle the nostrils and freshen the oxygen taken in by his body.

Every cell in his body is now awake, alert … and hungry.

For her.

Another pause.

Finally, his eyes make that imperceptible move skyward … and meet hers.

Her eyes always amaze him. Never the same color twice, they change with her mood, with the weather and, seemingly, at her slightest whim.

Now, they are deep green. Drawing him in. Locking his gaze. Drawing him to her.

Half a second and two long strides later, he is before her. Barely an inch separates them.

He breathes in the violets. He breathes in her breath. He drinks from the green pools that are her eyes.

She speaks first.

“Hi.”

“Hello.”

“I hope I am not disturbing you.”

“You know very well that you are disturbing me.”

“Yeah.”

“Yeah.”

“What are you going to do about it? This disturbance.”

“You know exactly what I am going to do.”

“Tell me.”

“I don’t need to.”

“Tell me.”

“I would rather show you.”

“Tell me or I will walk right out of here.”

“You know that’s a lie.”

“Sue me.”

“Cute.”

“Tell me.”

“Tell you what?”

“Tell me what you are going to do to me for interrupting your work.”

“You really want me to tell you?”

“Yes.”

“Yes, what?”

“Yes … please. Tell me what you are going to do to me for disturbing you.”

“All right. I’ll tell you.”

“Good.”

“Listen closely. I’m going to say this only once.”

“I’m listening.”

“Elizabeth?”

“Yes?”

“I am going to … fuck you.”

“Yes?”

“I am going to strip you down.”

“Yes?”

“I am going to touch you the way that you need to be touched.”

“Yes?”

“I am going to make you writhe and wriggle and squeal.”

“Yes?”

“I am going to make you halkalı escort beg.”

“Oh, God. I am begging already.”

“Really?”

“Yes. I need you to fuck me. I need it so badly.”

“You do?”

“Yes. That’s why I came here.”

“I thought people usually beg … on their knees. You are not on your knees, Elizabeth. How can you be begging me if you are not on your knees?”

Maintaining eye contact, she lowers herself to her knees in front of him. Her knees are spread slightly apart for balance, but this also allows her own scent to mingle with the heady aroma of the violets. The thin material of her dress is pulled taught across her hips and thighs – so tightly that he can confirm what his nose has already told him: she is not wearing panties.

Reaching up, she unbuckles his belt and opens his pants. The pressure of his hard cock makes opening the zipper a little tricky, but she manages without a problem. He kicks off his shoes and places his hands on her shoulders to steady himself as she helps him step out of his pants, boxers and socks.

There he stands – naked from the waist down, feet spread shoulder-width apart, hands resting on her shoulders – playing with her hair, his engorged cock throbbing in time with his accelerated heartbeat, his heavy balls hanging parallel to her chin. One of her hands encircles his cock while the other gently, but firmly, cups his balls. She begins to lightly stroke his cock – never once breaking eye contact. Her other hand continues to manipulate his rapidly swelling testicles, sliding smoothly over the freshly shaved skin. Keeping both hands in place, she opens her mouth and sticks out her tongue.

His cock is not like any other she has ever experienced. As a result of childhood surgery, the head is flared open wider – creating a fatter “mushroom” than she has ever seen (or felt) before. Instead of a small opening in the very tip, the underside of the head is almost completely separated. As a result, he is far more sensitive to being touched there. Armed with this knowledge, she begins.

The stroking and fondling continues unabated while her tongue begins to dart out. Not licking, exactly – more like the slender finger of an inexperienced typist hunting and pecking for letters on a keyboard. The tip. The underside. Halfway down the shaft. Back to the tip. Down to the base. Her attacks increase in speed and intensity. Her lips are now enlisted and alternate with her tongue – she switches between darting tongue strikes and open-mouthed kisses up and down his shaft.

His cock begins to glisten with her saliva. The added lubrication allows her hand to slide back and forth faster and more easily. The hand on his balls has moved further back and her fingers begin to tickle and tease his sensitive perineum. His legs spread slightly further apart to give her easier access to everything. She grins wickedly to herself as he falls further and further under her spell – giving up control and letting himself be pleasured.

Suddenly, without any warning, she engulfs his entire cock. Before he can even register it, he is completely encased in the silky lining of her mouth and throat. Her lips and nose rest against his body as her throat muscles grip and release him. His sharp intake of breath tells her everything that she needs to know. He is hers. His hands run through her hair, winding the strands around his fingers and massaging her scalp. He does not need to hold her head in place – she wants this as much as he does and he knows she is not going anywhere.

Sliding back along his length, she locks eyes with him again – raising one eyebrow and eliciting a goofy grin from his normally unsmiling face. She begins to really work his cock with her mouth and hand now, while never ceasing to play with his balls and ass. She loves the feel of his cock in her mouth and in her hands, but she wants more.

Without looking down, she can tell that her inner thighs are virtually coated in her juices. They have been flowing freely since she walked in to his office and inhaled his clean scent. The attention she has been paying to his cock causes her pussy to drool profusely. He senses the stronger smell of her arousal and knows that it is time to shift to a higher gear. He removes his shirt and stands unashamedly naked in front of her.

No words are spoken. No signals are given. As his shirt hits the floor, she rises to her full height. The act of standing up makes her a bit light-headed for a moment and she steadies herself against him. Knowing that she needs a minute to collect herself, he rubs her shoulders and upper arms. Finding her shoulder straps, he takes a hold of them and begins to pull them down and away from her body. As soon as the straps pass the curve of her shoulders, the dress falls into a puddle at her feet. She deftly kicks it away with the painted toes of her left foot.

Naked, except for her shoes, her body is covered with waves of goosebumps. She is not cold – she is feeling the electricity they are producing on her merter escort bare skin. His hands roam across her collarbone and the base of her neck, then around her breasts and to the sides of her torso. They travel around as far as her shoulder blades, then down across the small of her back. Stopping just above her ass, he lifts his fingers enough to allow only the very tips of his fingernails to lightly scrape through the nearly invisible hairs there. Scraping his way up, he smirks as he sees the flush work its way up from her toes to her forehead. The goosebumps are larger and more pronounced now. Her nipples stand out – straining to be touched. He works his hands around to the front, across her belly and the tops of her hips. Back up to just below her breasts … then back around again. He is teasing her – making her wait for the attention that he knows she needs on her breasts.

He splays his fingers around her breasts – still not touching the nipples – and leans in to begin kissing and sucking on her neck. His tongue and lips journey from the hollows of her shoulder blades to the edges of her lower jaw, as well as from delicate earlobe to delicate earlobe. Her neck arches to give him access to as much of her as possible. His breath in her ear causes her to shiver violently. He kisses his way up to her chin, her cheeks, her eyes, the bridge of her nose, her temples.

Pausing suddenly with his forehead against hers, he takes a moment to stare in to her eyes – as if he could actually see in to her brain. Her breathing is labored. Her body is craving his touch. He kisses his way back down her face, her neck, her collarbone, her sternum and her belly; then around to the sides and back up again to the smooth skin between her breasts. His hands have not moved from around her breasts, and he brings them together as he begins to lick the inside edges of her breasts and the cleavage in between. His fingers move closer to her nipples, but with agonizing slowness. As they surround each nipple, they begin to pull the skin back – causing the nipples to pop out even further, holding them captive from a distance.

Without warning, he covers her nipple with his mouth and sucks her in towards his throat. With his fingers still holding the skin taut, the sensations of his tongue and inner cheeks on her nipple is like an electric shock. Her body bucks with its first small orgasm. He grins quickly and doubles his efforts – alternating between sucking, biting and licking, as well as between the two breasts. When his mouth is on one nipple, his fingers are pulling, tugging and rolling the other one. He knows she likes it somewhat rough.

Her legs are spread apart and he places his thigh between them for better balance. She moves forward so that her dripping cunt is pressed up against his muscular thigh. Her hips begin to rock back and forth as she slides herself up and down against him. Almost immediately, his thigh is shining with her juices. She rubs harder and harder, working her throbbing clit against him. After a few seconds of this, combined with his efforts on her breasts, she has her second orgasm.

Ready for more, she takes his face in her hands and brings him up to full height. Looking directly in to his eyes, she growls the words that he has been waiting to hear:

“Eat my pussy.”

His face literally lights up and the smile beams across his lips. He picks her up and deposits her on the edge of his desk, not caring that she is sitting on the final drafts of a multi-million dollar contract. Dropping to his knees in front of her, he places her legs over his shoulders. Doing this forces her thighs wide apart and opens her drooling snatch wide. With a simple swipe of his index finger he collects a dollop of her juices and brings it to his mouth. She loves watching him taste her – seeing how much he enjoys it. With wide eyes and that goofy grin plastered on his face, he lowers himself down and covers her with his mouth.

At moments like these, she recalls how she never really used to enjoy this with other partners. Her friends thought she was crazy, but she was never really into it. Then he came along. It is not just the way that he uses his tongue, fingers, lips and nose to stimulate her. Nor is it his incredible stamina and ability to go down on her for hours. What really turns her on is how much he enjoys doing it. Nothing excites him as much as eating pussy. He loves the taste, the aroma, the silky feel of her most delicate parts against his lips and tongue. He loves being inside her in this way, watching as her muscles contract with every new touch. To be honest, he probably gets more pleasure out of giving than she gets from receiving. The fact that something so physically pleasurable for her can be so emotionally and mentally stimulating for him is the ultimate turn-on. Truly a win-win situation.

He says he has been eating pussy since he was 14, and she believes him. He seems to know just where to touch or lick, how much pressure to apply, when to stay still and when to move beşiktaş escort around. She compares him to an artist or a master chef – with the knowledge and patience to create a masterpiece every time. Whether he is plunging his long, thick tongue inside of her or tonguing circles around her clit, it always feels good. Her body, in response, produces copious amounts of fluid and he devours it all – once describing it as “the nectar of the goods.” He even knows how she likes to work her way up from small orgasms to larger and larger ones – preparing her body for the huge soul-wracking orgasms that are yet to come.

There are days when she will let him eat her pussy for hours, but today is not one of them. She has a different, more pressing need. She needs his cock inside of her. She needs it now.

She reaches down and lifts up his chin. One look at her face tells him everything that he needs to know. He stands up and pulls her slightly closer to him. She reaches up and begins to play with his nipples. Shuddering violently, he takes a brief moment to revel in her touch. She is tugging on his nipples roughly, as if to spur him in to action down below. He needs no further encouragement.

Taking a hold of his dripping cock, he begins to rub the head up and down her dripping cunt. He takes a few moments to tease her swollen clit but knows that she is running out of patience. As if to make sure he stays focused, she speaks.

“Stop screwing around. I need you inside of me. I need it now.”

“Do you, now?”

“I mean it. Don’t tease me. I’m gonna fucking explode if you don’t stop rubbing that cock on my pussy and put it inside of me right now!”

“Wow. You sound serious.”

“I NEED you to fuck me.”

“Yeah?”

“Yes.”

“With this cock right here?”

“Yes, with your big cock. The one you are holding in your hands. The one that you are rubbing up and down my slit. That is the only cock I need, but I need it NOW!”

“Well, in that case, I guess I have no choice but to …

… (thrust) SLAM my (thrust) BIG fucking (thrust) COCK into your (thrust) HOT … (thrust) WET … (thrust) CUNT!”

With her legs wrapped around his torso and his hands gripping her ass, his cock pistons in and out of her. She throws her head back and opens her mouth in a silent scream of pleasure. The sweat begins to run down his bodies – he is pounding her pussy with his cock. She is gripping and releasing him – matching him thrust for thrust, stroke for stroke. Now her body glistens with sweat. The scent of violets is now completely replaced with the smells of sex. The room is full of the sounds of wet flesh slapping together, heavy breathing and the sounds of their exertion.

Suddenly, he reaches around behind her and sweeps the papers off of his desk. He pushes her down on to her back and brings her legs from around his body to in front of him, pointing at the ceiling. He is still inside her, still thrusting, but now he is holding her legs tightly together, creating a slippery vise for his cock. She plays with her own nipples, pulling and tugging on them – knowing that he likes seeing that almost as much as she likes feeling it. Now, he spreads her legs open in a large “V” and continues to pound in to her gaping pussy. Her hand shoots down between her legs and she begins to rub her clit. Her fingers fly in circles, just above his cock, as she brings herself to countless orgasms. He is like a machine – fucking with an intensity that she has never felt before. He is not showing any signs of tiring or slowing, and he is clearly in the “zone” where he could fuck like this for hours without coming. She, however, is not about to let that happen.

Without warning, she extricates herself from his cock and turns over – sliding back so that she is standing in front of him and leaning forward across his desk. Her fingers go instantly back to her clit and resume rubbing.

“Take me from behind.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

(thrust)

“Give it to me hard.”

(thrust)

“I always do.”

(thrust)

“I know.”

(thrust)

“You love it like this.”

(thrust)

“I want you to cum. I want to feel you cum inside me.”

(thrust)

“Oh yeah?”

(thrust)

“Yeah.” (thrust) “Cum for me, baby!” (thrust) “Cum for me now!”

(thrust) (thrust) (thrust) (thrust) (thrust)

“Oh, God.” (thrust) “I am almost there.” (thrust)

(thrust)

“Oh, God.” (thrust) “Don’t stop.” (thrust) “Don’t stop.” (thrust) “Come on, baby!”

“Ahhh! I’m coming!”

“Oh, Yes! Oh, Yes! Oh, Yes! Oh, Yes! I’m coming, too! Ahhhh!”

As rope after rope of his searing hot cum fills her, their bodies twist and writhe in a synchronized dance of pleasure. Muscles contracting, pulses racing, sweat dripping. Moaning, gasping, cursing.

As they calm down, their spent bodies slump against each other. She can still feel the strength in his arm as it grips around her waist, his still-hard cock twitching inside of her and his heart beating against her back. He, in turn, feels the slowly decreasing contractions of her pussy and the delicious sloshing of their combined juices as they run down along his cock and drip to the floor.

After a minute or two, they both begin to notice the scent of the violets again – cutting through the steamy and sultry air in the room.

My friend Joey has a girlfriend named Krystal who is a stone cold fox. She has long brown hair, beautiful brown eyes, kissable lips, and an angelic voice. She also has long legs, perfect round tits and a cute little ass. Krystal also dressed to show off her best features. Being that she was Joey’s girlfriend, I got to see her a lot. She knows I like her and she kind of likes me. Krystal and I flirt a little but it’s friendly because she and Joey are an item.

One day I go a call from Krystal and she was very upset. “Joey cheated on me with Jennifer!” Krystal said. “He’s actually been messing around with her for a while. He thinks I still don’t know. He has a basketball game tonight and my parents are away so I’ll be home alone. I want you to come over.” I was so excited I could hardly think straight.

I went to Krystal’s house that night, ran up the steps two at a time, and rang the bell. I heard the clicking of high heels and the turning of the doorknob. şirinevler escort The door opened and Krystal stood there smiling at me. She was wearing a white button shirt that was undone at the top to show her huge tits, a sexy little miniskirt, high heels and her make up done for me with her hair in pigtails. She was super hot.

She led me inside and sat me on the couch. Krystal turned on the music and started shaking her hips. She turned and bent over showing her bare ass and pussy. She ran her hand up her leg and slapped her sexy ass. Then she sat down in my lap facing me and started grinding her pussy on the bulge in my pants as she unbuttoned her shirt and shimmied her big juicy tits in my face. Then Krystal slid down and unzipped my pants. My giant hard-on popped out and she gasped “Oh my god! You could poke somebody’s eye out with that thing!” Then she giggled, “You are so much bigger than Joey is!”

Krystal topkapı escort kissed the top of my cock and teased it with her lips. Then she licked it up and down and took it all in her mouth. She started rubbing herself as she got more into it. Then she looked up at me. “Are you going to fuck me or not?” she asked.

“Oh of course,” I said. Krystal laid back on the floor with her legs open and licked her lips. Then she slid her hand over her sexy naked body and started rubbing her clit and stroking her pussy lips. I took my cock and slid it in real slow and started pumping away on Krystal. Her pussy was so warm and wet, I loved it. She moaned and played with herself as I fucked her. I slammed her real hard and deep and watched her tits jiggle. “Oh baby,” Krystal moaned. “I don’t think I can hold it back anymore!”

“Give it to me,” I said. Then Krystal howled as she came all over my cock. I felt her pussy throbbing and was more çapa escort turned on than ever. I didn’t waste any time so I pulled my cock out and pumped it between her tits as she pushed them together. I didn’t stop until I creamed all over her tits and face. Then I swiped my finger in the cum and stuck it in her mouth and she sucked it dry. Krystal looked at her cum covered tits. “Oh my god baby you made such a big mess!” she giggled. “Why don’t you come to the shower with me and wash it off?”

In the shower Krystal took the soap and we rubbed it all over each others bodies. Seeing her sexy tits and ass all wet and covered in suds got me rock hard again in no time at all. She sucked on my rock hard cock and sprayed the movable shower head on her clit as I soaped her hair. Soon Krystal got up and wrapped her legs around me and rode my cock. It felt so good and she could tell I was loving it. She looked me in the eyes and said “baby I want you to cum in me.”

“For real?” I asked.

“Yeah I want you to fill me up with your hot creamy jizz,” she said and started riding me like crazy. Krystal screamed as she came all over my huge cock again and I shot a huge load inside her.

“I’m done with Joey,” Krystal said. “I’m all yours now.”

Dave, or Upskirft Dave as she fondly called him was her first and favourite client of her new hotel side-line business. There was no touching, no fucking, just his desire to see up her skirt, imagining the sweet pussy lying beneath the thin strip of material between her legs. Wanting to mix it up and make it exciting, she had a whole drawer full of different panties just for him, ranging from sheer and see-through to cotton schoolgirl.

Today, she had the former on, the near see-through panties that hugged her lips and accentuated her lovely cameltoe, Dave was going to have a very different experience today.

It made her wet just thinking about it. It wasn’t just about him looking up her dress at her panties, it was about being spied on, knowing someone was watching, imagining what her juicy wet cunt was like beneath her already damp panties.

At precisely 8.59 she left the door to her hotel suite slightly ajar and went and sat in the bedroom. She knew that at 9.00 on the dot, he would enter her suite and take his place on the chair in the living room. Waiting a minute or two, she went out, pretending not to notice him and start her domestic duties, all of which involved dusting and cleaning, bending over and giving her Dave a good look up under her dress. Ten minutes into her act, he had stopped rubbing himself through his trousers, his cock was in his hand and she was bending over offering up a wonderful view of her thick outer lips with a nice cleft between them shrouded in her thin clinging panties.

“Oh god, I feel so horny.” she said, standing with her legs mecidiyeköy escort apart, lifting up the front of her skirt. Reaching down, she began to rub hard between her legs, her finger crushing her panties onto her hard throbbing clit. Slipping out of his chair, cock in hand and eager to see up under her dress, Dave laid on his back between her legs looking up at her, watching her rubbing her aroused cunt through her panties. Aroused and wanting to cum, she reached down with other hand and pulled her panties aside, giving him a look at her shaved snatch, it’s inner lips glistening with wetness. Holding her panties aside, she began to stroke her quivering slit, smearing it with the silky wetness pooled at her opening, lubricating her throbbing clit with it as it grew hard under her touch.

“Oh fuck!!” she cried out, forcing two fingers up inside herself, needing to cum, desperately fucking herself fast as she squatted, bouncing up and down just above his face. Imagining the hard cock below her deep inside her aching aroused pussy sent her over the edge and she came, legs shuddering, wetness gushing out of her, drenching the face between her legs

He groaned for the first time she could remember, yanking his cock hard, thick strands of cum lacing his shirt as he lay bucking up under her, his mouth open, trying to taste the wetness spraying his face.

“Fuck, fuck fuck!!” she yelled, slapping her pussy and rubbing hard between her legs, her cunt juices dripping off her fingers onto him. Panting, and on shaky beyoğlu escort legs, she slowly stood up, her hand replacing the panties over her contracting pussy.

:Oh God, I can’t wear these, they’re ruined.” she said aloud to herself. Stepping away from him, she reached under her skirt and pulled them down, slipping them off her ankles and kicking them aside, just next to his head.

“I had better get a new pair.” she continued, walking into her bedroom. Even having cum, she knew he would be watching her. She made a fuss of bending over, exposing herself as she reached into the drawer for a new pair, putting them on slowly, making sure he got a good look at her nice wet cunt from behind. Sighing contentedly, she laid on her bed and closed her eyes and waited for the telltale sound of her front door closing.

A few minutes later, she walked back into her living room. As expected, Dave was gone, and so were her wet panties off the floor, her little present to him. They would undoubtedly take pride of place along with the countless upskirt photos she had let him take on previous occasions. It thrilled her in a way, to think of him, alone at home, sniffing her panties and looking at the photos as he jerked off, cumming to the sight and smell of her. She checked the table next to the chair and as always, there was the envelope containing her fee. She didn’t even bother to check the contents, she knew it would be correct and slipped it straight into her handbag.

Despite having cum so hard, she still had an ache etilerescort between her legs, a need for a hard cock inside her. She thought of her employer and his massive thick cock. It was late but fuck, she wanted it, maybe he would still be up. Hailing a cab outside her hotel, she sat in the back seat, her pussy growing wetter and wetter the closer she got.

When she let herself in, the house was in darkness and her heart sank until she saw the light under the door of his study. Without knocking, she entered. Sitting behind his desk, he knew there was something different about her, a look, her heaving chest as she crossed the room.

“I need you to fuck me.” she said in a husky voice, her urgency very apparent. Taking her outstretched hand, he rose from behind the desk and let her lead him hurriedly out of the study.

In her room, they were naked in seconds, her on her back, her legs spread wide, bent at the knees and in the air, her drenched pussy open and waiting. Her need for his cock had him instantly hard and he fell, upon her, pressing his swollen head between her lips and stretching her opening wide as he pushed inside her.

“Oh fuck, yes, that’s it.” she cried out as his thickness filled her. “Fuck me!” she almost screamed as he drove his cock into her as deep and hard as he could. Gripping his forearms, she frantically tried to drive her aching cunt against him. Incensed with her excitement, he slammed into her, fucking her as hard as he could until she cried out, her body going stiff and the quivering uncontrollably on the end of his cock as she came. Pulling out and on the edge himself, he rubbed his cock frantically over her swollen clit until it spewed thick cum all over her pussy, then pushed it back inside her to let her contractions milk out the last drops.

Totally spent, she lay breathless on her back, a warm satisfied feeling flowing right through her.

Now she was done.

I am in my favorite summer place, the backyard. I have purchased an inflatable pool and fill it each afternoon with cold water, as I lie back and improve my tan. It is called the “Family Lagoon Pool” and is eleven feet long and three feet deep. Every day, after I finish all my errands and housework, I go out to the pool to sun and think. Our yard is edged in a high privacy fence and my pool is out in the sunny area to the west, so I get rays all day. I used to wear an old beat up suit. Then I slowly started lowering the straps, until my breasts were regularly exposed. Soon the suit was around my waist and I was a beautiful, even brown.

One day, my suit was still wet, so I went out in panties and a shirt, slowly removing the shirt as I lowered myself into the water. After awhile, even that seemed silly, so I started going out in panties with a towel held in front of me. I carried my house phone, cell phone, timer, book…anything to keep me comfortable for an extended period of time. I could lie on my back, my head on the top ring, my full body exposed as I talked to friends and family, enjoying the feel of the very hot sun on my warm body.

One thing I noticed was how excited lying in the sun made me. I would lie there and think lascivious thoughts of my lover, my pussy aching and pulsing in the water. I would turn onto my belly and let my nipples sink into the icy cold pool, feeling them tighten and harden before I even touched them.

Today, as I was sunning, the water seemed warm. I got out of the pool and turned on the faucet, taking the hose back with me to the pool. I was lying there, enjoying my hot/cold existence when my phone rang. It was my lover, taking a break at work. I described for him the afternoon scene. I was lying on my back, wearing small pink panties, my skin hot and smooth, my legs spread, my nipples all puckery and hard. I took my cold hand from the pool and ran it over my breasts, causing my nipples to tighten even more. My sweet lover began talking seductively to me, telling me what he would do if he were with me.

He whispered that I should take off my panties and tan all over. I slowly slipped them down my thighs and kicked them off, describing to him exactly what I was doing. Ah, now the sun was beating down on my smooth pussy. My pale, innocent pussy. He asked if the hose was still running. I nodded my head and told him yes. He told me to take the hose and place it against that hairless pussy, feel the coolness running şişli escort over my already swollen lips. It felt incredibly good. He told me to reach down and spread the lips, open them and allow my pink to shine through. I had to release the hose to do this, but I held it between my soft thighs.

I sat up straighter in the pool, holding the phone with my chin while I used both hands to accomplish what he wanted. And what he wanted was so fantastic! He told me to place the head of the nozzle against my clit and hold it in place with my thighs. As I moved my legs, the hose moved against my clit, changing the pressure and either intensifying or decreasing the pleasure. It took me a few minutes to catch on, then I easily moved the hose for optimal enjoyment. I turned onto my left side, keeping the hose wrapped around my thigh, the head pressed against my sweet little clit.

My lover continued to whisper into my ear, telling me what he would be doing if he were with me. I could feel the orgasm starting. My toes curled and my legs began aching, the heat moving through my body to my central point. My sweet lover’s voice became distant, I could hear him but not understand the words. I said his name and began to spasm, moving in the water, my body trembling and throbbing against the cold water still aimed at my tender clit. I couldn’t move the hose and the orgasm continued. I turned onto my back, my legs spread open, my hand holding the end of the hose tightly against my quivering clit, moans escaping my mouth as I enjoyed the continuing pleasure.

Finally, I was able to move the water stream from my clit and let it run over my extremely swollen pussy lips. We spoke words of love and tenderness and slowly said goodbye. As I opened my eyes, I was surprised to see a man standing there. It was obvious that he had been there awhile by the erection present in his pants. He was just watching me and smiling, licking his lips. When he saw my eyes open, he quickly introduced himself as the meter man. He had been reading my meter when he heard my moans and was worried something was wrong. When he saw me with the hose, he couldn’t look away, he was mesmerized. As he told me all of this, he continued to look at my naked body, his eyes eagerly enjoying my hard brown nipples and bare pussy.

I was still in that hazy sexual place I go to after orgasm, and I just listened and nodded my head. I vaguely thought perhaps taksim escort I should cover myself or tell him to go, but instead I found myself looking at the bulge in his jeans and wondering how it would feel in my mouth or in my hungry pussy. I opened my legs further and moved the hose so he could see my pussy easily.

He walked closer, placing his clipboard on the chair beside the pool, talking gently to me all the time. His voice was soothing, sensual, and soft. He introduced himself as William, ace city employee. He took the other chair and sat beside me, talking gently about the day and his job, while slowly removing his shoes and socks. He rolled up his jeans and placed his feet into the water. I turned on my left side to look up at him and respond. His foot moved lazily in the water, lightly running up and down my thigh. I felt his toes as they slowly slipped between my thighs and came to rest on my shaved pussy. He continued to watch me, planning a quick escape if I seemed disturbed by the events.

Instead, I slowly closed my eyes and enjoyed the feeling of his toe rubbing on my sensitive skin. I could feel him moving up and down my slit, slowly sinking that toe into my hot pinkness, wriggling inside of me and making me tingle. I moved closer to his foot, bringing him deeper into me. I opened my legs to allow him better access. His toe was moving faster now, up and down my sweet lips, lingering on my hard little clit. Usually she is so shy, but for William, she was being very bold, very brazen. Before I realized it, my body started to stiffen, my legs straight and locked in place as I rode his toe to orgasm, calling out as my spasm racked my body.

As I felt my hot pussy throbbing around his toe, I looked up to see him removing his shirt. He gently pulled his foot from between my legs and dropped his jeans into the grass. He stood before me naked in the sun, his cock hard and red, pre-come already gathering on the tip. He gracefully slid into the pool, stretching out full length beside me, his arms wrapping me and pulling me close. I could feel his excitement against my tummy, his warm hands on my back, his breath on my face as he kissed me. We kissed forever, tasting each other, learning each other. His lips molded mine, his tongue washed my mouth sensuously and softly.

The water was slowly lapping against our bodies, feeling cold and refreshing on my burning skin. We both knelt in the beşiktaş escort water, pressing our bodies close together, enjoying the feel of his hard cock captured between us, my hard nipples rubbing on his chest. I turned him toward the chair, encouraging him to bend forward. God, he had a lovely ass, tight and pale. I leaned forward and ran my tongue up and down between the cheeks. He quickly realized what I wanted and bent further. My tongue continued to lick him, circling his cheeks, licking his tight little bud. He pushed his hips back against my face, encouraging me to continue. My tongue was circling his tight hole, circling fast then slowly, making him moan aloud.

Then I lapped at his ass, my tongue flat and broad, enjoying the slightly salty taste of him. His hips were wriggling, tempting me to go further. I picked up the hose and ran the cool water against his ass, then licked him with my hot tongue. I continued this, alternating the cool water with my hungry mouth as he spread his legs further and pushed back to me, offering me his tight hole. My tongue started slipping in and out of the puckered ring, and I could taste his sweetness and feel his smooth, hot most-private skin. My hand reached between his legs, caressing his heavy, full balls, my cool fingers encircling his hard cock. His moans intensified. I could hear him asking if he could come inside me, he wanted to feel my smooth pink and how my pussy would wrap around him as I came.

I knelt beside him, leaning on the chair. He positioned himself behind me, holding my hips tightly in his strong hands. I felt the head of his cock as he placed it just inside my swollen slit. I was crazy with lust by now and growling instructions to him, telling him to fuck me, to fuck me hard and deep. He held my hips and drove his hot cock deep into my cunt, burying it far inside me. I clenched my muscles, milking his length, making him moan again. He moved slowly at first, in and out of my deepness. As my voice encouraged him to fuck me, he began to stroke harder, faster. Suddenly, I felt the cool water spraying on my needy clit. He held it between my legs, right against my pleasure center as he fucked me. I couldn’t help myself, I began to come, my whole body jerking with spasms. I felt him pause for a second, then plunge himself so deep inside me. I felt his come filling me, splashing against my smooth pink, his cock throbbing repeatedly.

William leaned forward and wrapped his arms around me, pulling me into the water, still joined. He kissed my neck, whispered sweet things into my hair, held me close. Soon, I felt his cock slipping out of me, leaving cold water in its place. I curled up, my head resting on the top ring and drifted off to sleep, grateful that meter readers are such conscientious government employees!

She has a rough day; a few drinks with friends would do her good. She walks in and sits at the bar oblivious to those around her. She orders her drink and makes small talk with those sitting close and the bartender.

Someone tells a story of remember when and she thinks back to that time and she hears someone mention his name. This triggers a flood of memories she thought she forgot. She slams the rest of her drink, orders another and smiles as her mind races of possibilities of what could have been.

She feels uncomfortable after a few more drinks. She feels as if someone is watching her and she looks around, but notices anyone that she feels would be looking at her. She shrugs it off grabs her drink and goes out the back door to enjoy a cool breeze and a cigarette. She has her back to the door as she looks at the stars and realizes she has reached the point she should stop and go home and the feeling of being watched comes over her again. She turns around and there he is face to face smiling at her.

Her eyes meet his. Her mind races “was this real? Could this be?” they haven’t seen each other since she walked away in tears realizing she was an opportunity never to be a priority.

She excuses herself to walk past him he purposely brushes up against her and she becomes very aware of herself and the fact that his presence can still affect her and the pull she feels when his skin brushes hers. She looks at him, sighs, and swallows hard then reaches for the door to go back in.

He is not a drinker himself. He knew she would be there. He had wanted to see her. So, he made it a point çapa escort to go when he heard she would be there.

She sat back with her friends appearing unaffected by him. She ordered around of shots as her mind reeled. She could still feel his gaze. He had never been in there the whole past year she was going there and now all of sudden he was here and he was watching her.

When it was time for her to go she stumbled to her car. He followed worried about how she would get home. When she reached her car she leaned against it silent tears slid down her cheeks. She hated feeling this way over something from so long ago. She had trained herself to set emotions aside; to take life in stride after all it is what it is right?!?

He came up behind her and caught her as she started to slide to the ground. She could smell his cologne, feel his arms around her she didn’t bother to fight or argue when she felt him take the keys from her hand as lead her toward his car. She knows not where they go, but sinks into the seat and closes her eyes.

When she finally opens her eyes again she tries to move and can’t. She pulls at her arms and legs and she can’t move. She realizes she has been tied down. She yells in panic not remembering how she got to where she was or even who she was with.

He comes into the room and he looks at her with such innocent eyes. He tells her a story of how she was the one that got away and he wasn’t going to risk that happening again.

He leaned down to kiss her trailing kisses from her mouth to her neck as he would kiss cihangir escort and gently bite pulling at her flesh. Her body betrayed her by responding on its own. Goosebumps ran down her as she let out a soft moan. He made his way to her nipple sucking it in his mouth as his hand slid between her thighs moving up to her drenched pussy sliding in her as his thumb massaged her clit. She moaned/whined as she arched her hips trying to push against his hand.

She opens her eyes looking at him; their eyes lock this most intense feeling comes over her and she hears herself begging for him not to stop to give her more.

He runs his tongue down her body. She squirms and whimpers. She wants to touch him. He looks at her and smiles shaking his head no as he lowers himself between her legs kissing and licking her thighs in the process. He pulls her pussy lips apart and touches his tongue to her clit. She feels her eyes roll back and a lustful sigh escapes from her. He continues to move his tongue over her stopping once in a while to suck on her swollen clit as her moans become louder and more intense she manages to match a rhythm he set lifting her hips to fuck his face pleading with him to not stop as she feels the orgasm building inside her and she about screams as she starts to cum.

He lifts his head to look at her she can see the sense of accomplishment on his face. He positions his body so he can place his cock between her tits; placing enough pillows under her head to make it so she can suck his big cock while he slides between them. He slowly nişantaşı escort fucks her tits as she licks and sucks the head of his cock. He knows while this is fun it won’t get the job done. After a few moments he positions himself back between her legs and teases her with the head of his cock; rubbing it against her clit and just sliding the tip inside her. She moans and whines begging for his cock, begging him to fuck her.

He slowly slides his cock in her and she tried hard to move against him, however tied to the bed there wasn’t much she could do. She was at his mercy. He was teasing her and there was nothing she could do, but whine and beg. The more she begged the more he resisted the urge to give her what she really wanted.

He slowly started thrusting deep inside her with his size hitting the back wall of her pussy was very easy. As his pace increased the noises coming from her because louder and louder and then she was begging him to fuck her pussy hard. At this point he could no longer deny her. He started slamming her pussy and she went from loud moans to near screams and crying out his name as he felt her pussy clench his cock. She opened her eyes meeting his. He was asking her if she was going to cum for him. She could barely speak as she told him yes. As bad as her eyes wanted to roll back in her head she refused to let this happen. She kept her eyes on him begging him to cum with her. To show her that she made him happy, that she pleased him as she started to cum on his cock he could feel her pussy spasm as she cried out his name.

He himself no longer wanted to hold back as he let go and let his cock explode inside her as he stared her down calling out her name and then collapsed on top of her resting his head on her tits.

While she was enjoying the feel of him on her she mentioned that her wrists and ankles were a little sore. He let out a chuckle, apologized and untied her asking her to stay.

Every once in a while, you meet someone you know will drag you down a dangerous road — a road that’ll change the way you view yourself and the world around you. Maybe for the better, maybe for the worse. And you say to yourself: I wouldn’t have it any other way.

For me that someone — that woman — was Nina.

We were alone in a conference room, waiting for others to show and when they did, we were going to have a conference call with the head office about a change in strategy. The tar sands were going green and I was there to explain how the ad budgets were going to be tributed.

I’d met Nina a few weeks after I started working and the chemistry was there from the beginning, but it took me pulling her from a sticky situation 6 weeks ago for us to realize just what we felt for one another. Since then, we played it cool at work but hot at home — although I wasn’t fool enough to think that our little fling was anything but a secret after co-workers witnessed me get in a fight and then carry her out of a local watering hole.

Now, I could feel her big hazel eyes leering at me from her seat across the table. I peeked over the file I was pretending to review and felt sweat bead at the edge of my hairline and my cock shift as blood flushed from my reason to its core. Nina was a vision in a black skirt and a gray jacket that tapered around her slim waist, just before the flare of her hips. She left her strawberry-blond hair loose today and it just dangled around her head, framing her lovely face and thick, sensual lips just right. I watched her leisurely put a file down and walk over to me and lean against the conference table, her delicious ass just out of arm’s reach.

“Mr Zeke Holland,” Nina said, her voice mellifluous and hypnotic. “Big day and big presentation. Penny for your thoughts?”

“You usually know what I’m thinking,” I answered back. My voice was hoarse as I watched while she crossed her legs.

“But I like the way you say it.” Nina pouted a bit.

“Your wish,” I said.

“I was thinking how good you’d look, sprawled across this table, your skirt pushed up to your waist.”

Nina inched closer to me. “You know how I like your trimmed pussy. I’d pull your little black thong aside and just look at those puffy lips of yours. Maybe I’d touch them, maybe I’d lick them — but you can be sure I’d make your pussy so wet that you’d end up begging me to fuck you.

“First, I think I’d pull you to the edge of the table, take a seat in this chair and put your knees on my shoulders and just start lapping at those sweet juices of yours. Tongue in, tongue out … I ‘d take your clit and hold it between my teeth to steady it and just run the tip of my tongue across it. I know that drives you crazy — wouldn’t take long and you’d be bucking like a frantic mare. I’d have to hold you down on the table while I slip my middle finger into your snatch.

“You know what I mean, don’t you? My finger, moving in and out of you. So fast … so very fast. Your pussy, just overflowing with its juices all over my hand and down my arm, staining my shirt.”

Nina was watching me, a haze across her eyes as she seemed to be entranced by what I was telling her. Or maybe it was how I was telling her.

“After that, I’d step back from the table and you’d know what I want. You’d be staring at my crotch and I’d whip it out for you to see. You’d start playing with yourself while staring at it — my cock. Long and hard, just for you. By this time, you’d have pushed your shirt up, Nina, and and you’d be pinching your long nipples while you squeeze your thighs so tight around your hand. I know the way you’d moan: little pants followed by a long “Aaaaaahhhh” sound. You’d be making those quick, little circular motions with your index and middle finger across your clit and snatch that’re so quick to make you come.”

Nina was breathing hard, and her tongue slipped out of her mouth and she absent-mindfully tried to touch her nose.

“The entire floor’d be filled with the sounds of your cum. That’s when the magic would happen — every one on the floor would be hypnotized by the sound of you masturbating fındıkzade escort and they would just. Go. Crazy! Every combination of man and woman and everything in between would join in the fun. Arlene and Kevin from accounting licking each other’s ass. Ray and Don from shipping, giving themselves the double-dutch rudder. The entire building would flare up into a chaotic house of fuck and you would be its finger-fucking sex queen.”

Nina leaned her head back and I knew she was hanging on to my every word — which explained why she turned and faced me and just started to giggle. “Finger-fucking sex queen?”

“It’s quite an image,” I said, running my fingers through my short, dark blond hair. “By the way, I think there’s a meeting about to start.”

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The conference lasted about an hour and a half and Nina had once again demonstrated that ultra sharp mind of hers, while still stealing me a wanton glance every once and while, full of sexy promise. As for me, well, the army look and the 1000 yard stare and booming voice ensured I held their attention. The occasional joke ensured they weren’t bored half to death.

Ever since I left T.O. and a failed relationship as well as other failures, I’d been working to reinvent myself in this new city. But I realized it wasn’t an reinvention so much as a reclamation. I’d spent years playing at being who others wanted me to be — quiet when I wanted to scream; holding back when I wanted to lash out. Walking away when I wanted to pursue.

But here, there were no preconceived expectations about who I was supposed to be and Nina’d been the catalyst to help bring me back to the surface.

I would be forever grateful to her for that.

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It was mid-afternoon and I was jotting down my signature on the final approval form and it struck me that I hadn’t seen Nina for nearly 20 minutes — odd, since every task she put her mind to was usually completed efficiently in record time. I put the form in a manila envelope and tossed into the internal mail chute and pulled up my windows outlook when my smartphone vibrated intently. It was an intermittent vibe, telling me it was a vid message. The display flashed Nina’s number.

I felt a surge of blood flow to my cock and I shifted in my seat. I looked around surreptitiously and when I was sure no heads were peaking over their respective cubicles and I dashed to the employee lounge — it was usually empty at this time of day.

I took a deep breath and sat in a lounge chair in a darker corner of the room, plugged my earphones in and pulled up my messaging menu and opened the multimedia message she sent me.

It started slowly. I could hear the rustling of clothing. Then I heard my name: “Zeke.” Her voice was husky, like scotch and smoke over velvet. The image came into focus and I watched as Nina looked at the camera, her tongue flowing across her thick lips — after that, the image drifted downwards till it reached her chest. Nina had opened her jacket and had pulled her shirt up, exposing her back bra. I felt a quiver across y entire body and my cock swelled as I watched her undo the from clasp of her bra and released her firm B-cup tits. The little rose tattoos on the inside edges of her cleavage crashed as she pressed her tits together and pinched her nipples after moistening her fingers.

“Zeke,” Nina whispered, almost too softly for the microphone to register. She recorded her hands sliding down her body to the hem of her black skirt — she pulled it up and exposed a pair of black stocking and garters that I’d seen, perfectly folded in one of her drawers. She also wore black, french-cut lace panties that she pulled aside to expose the puffed and engorged pussy lips I’ve become addicted to. The image shifted slightly and I realized she was squatting in a bathroom stall — I watched as she parted her pussy and took her thickened clit between her thumb and forefinger and lightly pinched it, pulling a raspy gasp from her quivering lips.

My pants grew tighter as I watched her thrust her hips forward while pushing her fingers merter escort deep into her pussy, making sure they rubbed across her clit — I could almost smell her pussy juices all the way to here. Nina turned the camera to her face and I saw her beautiful features twisted in bliss as she fought to stay quiet while fingering herself to madness.

“Zeke … God …” Nina whispered as the camera shakily showed her hand moving erratically between her thighs as she leaned forward and landed on her knees — she bucked her wildly the way she did the first night we were together. I crossed my legs in order to stifle my growing erection but anybody who walked in to the lounge was sure to notice my heavy breathing and sweaty forehead. The image on the phone as my earbuds flooded my head with Nina’s long moan — she came quietly but steadily for nearly a minute.

I yanked the earbuds out and I started to breathe in the slow, controlled manner I learned years ago as a way to control anger or fear. Also applied to libido overdrive.

A few seconds later and I felt relatively normal and I left the lounge — the neon lights in the corridor somehow made every color brighter yet softer and the sounds of voices had a harmonious and organic quality. I wondered if I’d missed a bit of oxygen from holding my breath while watching Nina.

Speaking of the sexy she-devil, I passed her on the way to my cubicle and she nary gave me the time of day, but I noticed she was still flustered and that brought a smile to the corner of my mouth. When I sat down to my desk, I noticed an unmarked manila envelope next to my computer keyboard. I opened it, expecting to see another reclamation form

Instead, I was met by a shear pair of black lace panties that smelled of woman and musk.

Damn.

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Nina was one of the most amazingly sexually adventurous women I had ever had the chance to encounter. But although our first weekend was an ode to passion, the following week consisted more of an exploration of what turned us on.

A sixty-nine in the parking lot of a crowded theater on a Tuesday night.

A game of naked, blindfolded tag around my apartment on a Wednesday.

A reenactment of the kitchen scene from 9 ½ Weeks on a Thursday.

Finally, dinner, a movie and dancing on Friday — just like regular folk.

While we’d been dancing to the latest club sounds, I came to realize that youth and energy were in the heart and this young filly was filling mine with energized lust as we bobbed and weaved around each other under the pulsing lights. Nina’s stroboscopic smile was rapturous as she hooked her arms around my neck and pulled my head downward so I could peek down her low-cut shirt and see the sweat bead in the valley of her cleavage. I felt her lips on my forehead before she turned her back to me and placed my hands on her curvaceous hips and she ground her barely-there, denim skirt covered ass onto my erect cock.

The music had slowed down and we were swaying to a slow, ponderous baseline accompanied angelic vocals. My hands had joined just above her exposed navel and hers had slipped into the back pockets of my loose fitting jeans. To anybody who paid attention, and even those who didn’t, it was obvious that we were into each other and everyone knew how the evening was going to end.

We suddenly stopped dancing and Nina faced me and leaned her body into mine like a tango dancer before a slide and entwined her right leg around my left leg, pushing her small skirt to the edge of exposing her pussy — the heat she emitted crawled up my leg and if my cock had been a live snake, it would have been dancing like a frenzied cobra. And then time stood still — our fellow dancers appeared to marred in the reverberations as the pounding beats coagulated the air around us and we kissed. Nina’s tongue was an insatiable predator as it prowled my mouth, stalking my own willing prey of a tongue. The kiss was one of those where you let it take your breath away but you felt like you could breathe forever.

I felt the eyes of everybody on the dance floor riveted maslak escort to us as we explored our bodies with roaming hands, leading eyes down Nina’s back to her perfectly shaped ass; their eyes were lead up my back as she cupped my ass and then found my broad shoulders before grabbing a handful of my short blond hair and yanking my head back to expose my neck that she showered with her thick, moist lips.

“Everybody’s eying you,” I whispered as I nibbled her earlobe. The music was pounding so loud that it blended with my heartbeat and every tha-thump drove more blood to my cock.

“It’s us, Zeke,” Nina said as she licked my ear. “They’re applauding us — or they want to be us or they’re jealous.”

“What now then?”

Nina smiled a lascivious smile and grabbed my hand and deliberately lead me through the crowd of clubbers to one of the exits at the back of the club — once outside, the air was fresh and the night had a bite to it that hinted to the autumn to come. The alley itself was like others, with trash containers and puddles of water and other liquids best not to ponder.

It was a cliché from movies like Body Shots but I pushed Nina against the wall and dropped to on knee, like I was about to propose. The aroma from her pussy was my heroine and I pushed her tiny skirt up past the brink — under flickering neon lights, I saw she wore no underwear and her trimmed pussy glistened from her juices.

The sounds of traffic echoed in the alley when I hoisted Nina’s left knee onto my right shoulder, clearing a path to her hot tunnel. She grabbed the back of my head and pressed my face to her blossom. The smell from her cunt overcame the fumes from the alley and my tongue darted across her pussy lips as I explored the silky petals surrounding her warm canal. I lapped and licked and she trembled as the familiar shock of pleasure rippled down her limbs — Nina smacked her palms against the dirty brick wall time and again when I found her clit and just nibbled it hard enough to make her suck air in through her teeth.

“Shit! Fuck me!” Nina hissed and she pulled me to my feet. I looked into her shadowed eyes and the ferocity of her desire reached down into my gut and pulled the beast to the surface and I growled while I struggled with my belt buckle. With surprising ease, my pants fell and Nina pulled at my jockeys and my cock sprang to readiness.

Nina grabbed my shaft and guided it to her pussy — I grabbed her thighs and pressed her against the wall while lifting her off the ground. We both gasped as she slid onto my cock — the feel of her pussy enveloping me was like the embrace of a lustful goddess demanding her bounty. I thrust into her madly, violently even, and she met my every movement with her own sympathetic fuck.

Our faces were close and we shared the same gasping breaths as our bodies exchanged blows of passion — Nina’s nails sank into my shoulders as she bit my lower lip. All the while, the bricks of the wall were scrapping against her thin blouse, sure to bruise her pale flesh and leave welts on her perfect shoulders. We were beasts of passion as we groaned and grunted and moaned our way closer to orgasm.

Nina somehow managed to grab hold of some fencing and wrapped her legs around my thighs — she used me as leverage and used her powerful legs and toned stomach to give my cock a wild, nearly horizontal ride. Her body was drenched in sweat against the brisk night air as she undulated like she was part of some universal wave of bliss that was traversing the universe. I could feel her pussy somehow twist and contort around my monolithic cock and I saw her face warp into something between a war mask and a death mask. I knew then she came as a gusher of her pussy juices erupted across my thighs.

I held her after her pleasure subsided and she disengaged herself from around me.

I was still hard and stiff and I rested against the grimy brick wall while Nina straightened her clothing. She eyed me with a sly smile before reaching over and patting my cock with a tender touch.

“This big boy is going to have to be patient,” Nina whispered into my ear as she tuck my slightly softening cock back into my pants.

“You’re driving me crazy — you know that, right?”

Nina winked and headed up the alley towards the street. “That’s my specialty,” she said, glancing over her shoulder.

“Cruel and unusual punishment,” I muttered as I zipped up and ran to catch up with her.

*Continued …

I’d followed him from job to job as he moved within the design industry. We had met a few years ago at W. G, Simmonds, a medium sized interiors firm in New York City and he was just getting started as a designer/salesman for contract interiors. I thought he was a bit pompous and too flamboyant, less than likely to succeed, but our boss had placed him between the two heavy hitters in our company which was an indication of faith in his abilities.

We met at the office cooler soon enough and chatted about the city and things we enjoyed doing. He was very tall and good looking in an aristocratic sort of way and that annoyed me. It annoyed me that he didn’t fit my description of the kind of man I thought I liked and yet I found him attractive and was intrigued by him. I tried to throw my sex in his face to get a reaction and yet he was entirely aloof and that made me mad. Every time I said anything remotely sexual he would talk about his wife and about how much he was enjoying married life…the dick.

Still, he was pretty smart and perhaps the only person in the office who could keep up with me and I found him highly intriguing. Within a couple of months I found he was always looking over my work, popping into my space and making an observation here and there and my work definitely improved. He was a natural and had an eye for design and a way of thinking that no one else in the company seemed to have, and when he decided to leave and move on to another company, he took all his clients and me along for the ride.

I’d often looked in the mirror and questioned my own refection. Everything about me was plain…nothing particularly special. As a matter of fact I only saw flaws. Five foot six so not tall enough, skinny as hell and with a small bust, a little bit of a mustache which I bleached weekly, dark roots in my blonde colored hair. I was pretty fit and I knew how to dress, and now that I sat opposite him I could dress to torture him and try to get a reaction. For this reason, I never wore underwear and would face in his direction and constantly cross and re-cross my legs. He would just roll his eyes and look elsewhere, but I caught him looking many times while he was on the phone.

His wife came to visit one day and I knew I would hate her before we’d even met. Then, there she was…tall, slender with a huge upright bust, creamy girl next door complexion, and English. Not only English, but from Oxford and seemingly a royal. Damn…she was everything I was not, educated to a Ph.D., patrician, equestrian, cultured in a way that intimidated any American, and with a voice so charming that few could focus on her words, the music of her speech leaving you stunned and feeling insignificant. Trouble was, as much as I wanted to hate her, I couldn’t. She was Mary fuckin’ Poppins and had the situation not been what it was, I’d of been in love with that woman, she was so delightful. Delightful…doubt anyone would ever describe me that way.

Christian and I were now part of a team and we worked together long hours, he in the field and me in the office. This day though, he said he would be taking me to meet clients and introducing me around town. I dressed to the nines and wore my highest heels and a short flowy dress, unbuttoned a sufficient number of buttons and wore my most effective push-up bra. We met at the drawing table and laid out some floor plans so he could point out the things which needed to be discussed in front of the people at Chanel. I bent low over the drawings and looked up enough times to notice he was constantly looking in my blouse. Hmmm…the unbuttoned top was catching his eye…good.

“Felicity?”

“Yes Christian.”

“Do you think you could button your blouse a bit? You’ll be somewhat of a distraction at the client’s office lookin the way you do.”

Okay…he was looking, but not lusting. Damn it. He was seeing me as a liability. He’d have to pay for that.

We went about our rounds and it was hot this July day. I was barely okay with it but Chris was suit and tie and I knew he was suffering the heat. Forget taking the subway anywhere. It would kill us, so we cabbed from place to place and he had removed his jacket and folded it in his lap in the taxis, the AC in each car hardly enough to make life breathable. His shirt was getting drenched.

I’d been working with him for quite some time now but had never seen him in the field and was blown away by the manner in which he was received by the clients. He wasn’t a salesman at Chanel, he was their consultant. Even the architect and designers…people of high repute, deferred to him and sought his opinions and advice. He turned to me several times and asked that I explain fine points and details of “our work” and I was stunned at how he had elevated me from an assistant to a professional in front of some of the most important people in the NY fashion world. I’d never felt valued before and now, here I was, handing out my business card to ataköy escort the likes of Ralph Lauren, Karl Lagerfeld, and Giorgio Armani. My God…I was somebody!

I loved him for that. Before becoming his assistant I was an office hack, now I was a design consultant and had been introduced as Chris’ stand-in should he be away or otherwise occupied. Would I be able to serve and please his clients in his absence? He was putting a lot of faith in me and that felt terrific.

We spent the entire day in the field and our last stop was an installation. We walked the floor, filled with electricians, tin knockers, HVAC, and painters taping and spackling walls. It was brutally hot and I could see that Chris was flagging. “Come on…let’s go,” I said.

We stepped into the street and down the block was one of those shirt stores that advertised 5 shirts for $100.00. We stepped in and I bought him a blue cotton dress shirt.

“God Felicity, do I look that bad?”

“Honey, you could wring out a cup of sweat from what you are wearing. Come on, let’s get you fixed up.”

We taxied to my apartment, a block from the office, and I told him to take a shower and stay in cool water for a bit. He smiled and the gratitude was written clearly across his face. With him in the bathroom I ran around quickly and tidied up my space, collecting undies and bras strewn about. Then I stopped and decided to leave some of my lingerie lying about. Why should I go out of my way to cover up who I am…my style.

He came out of the shower wrapped in a towel around his waist and I blanched. Shit…never considered he’d have a good body beneath the suit and tie. Damn, he’s hot. Men with minds often distract a gal’s attention to what may reside beneath the wrapping and I couldn’t take my eyes off him. Let’s see…broad shoulders, magnificent arms, nearly hairless chest, abs, and a belly button that was long and deep, drawing my attention to the shadows within. Oh my God…look at the trace of hair leading down to the towel. Shit…the fuck has me losin’ it. Damn.

He walked around the living room, smiling that I’d hung his suit on a hanger, then started looking at the book titles on the shelves. “Hey Felicity, we read some of the same stuff,” He said as he looked about. As I came out of my dream state I noticed his back for the first time concentrating on skin instead of structure.

“Shit Chris, you’re back is completely blotched. Hang on, I’ve got something for that.”

I returned with an anti-fungal crème from the medicine chest.

“Here, hold still a sec.”

I applied the salve and swept my fingers over the raised red pattern. He had definitely suffered from the heat, poor guy. Suits and ties in this heat, sheesh.

God…I’m touching his skin. I’m rubbing this into his skin! I came closer and could smell the sweet fragrance of my shampoo as I closed in on his neck, placing my left hand on his upper arm to hold him steady. He stood still and seemed unaffected but I was beside myself. He was standing before me wearing just a towel and I was holding him and touching him. Shit!

“Shall we go to Merchants next door and have a bite? My treat,” he said.

“Sure thing. That would be nice.” Damn. Don’t want to leave quite yet. I don’t want to leave at all.

“Are you sure you want to go out to eat. I could make a meal of you right here on the bed.” Oh my God. Did I really just say that?

He turned around and smiled, saying nothing, totally unaffected. Fuck…did I just say that?

He dressed and put on the new shirt I’d bought him, foregoing the undershirt which was still soaked in his sweat. I watched him dress and as he threaded his way into the new shirt saw the muscles all about stretch and flex their way into the arms. I stood before him and started to do up his buttons and he smiled and sighed ever so slightly while I did this. I was crossing a line and we were both aware of it. But he had set up barriers and wasn’t about to cross them…not yet anyway. I suddenly reflected on the fact that this was the first time I had him in my apartment, alone. I’d had him in my shower and walking around in a towel. Barriers be damned; we’d already crossed so many. This was a great day for me, professionally and socially with my boss.

We had a couple of drinks and some basic stuff. He ordered a Cobb salad and I ordered chicken wings. I really didn’t want them but they gave me the chance to place the drum sticks to my lips and give my food a real blow job just inches from his own face. He watched me eating and smiled, both of us recognizing what I was doing and enjoying the desired effect. As I reached out with my tongue to tickle the end of a particularly large drum stick, he said, “Stop it Felicity…you’re killing me.”

“What? Did I do something wrong?”

“No, I guess not, but you are being very playful and sexy and you’re giving me a boner.”

I put bahçelievler escort down the bone and looked at him, coming even closer and making a hollow fist in front of my mouth, moving it back and forth in front of me while pushing my tongue within my cheek to make a bump rise and fall within.

“Oh shit.” He said, as he watched me give a virtual blow job.

We were on to our third cocktail and I sat back, just staring at him. I had watched his mouth the entire time we ate. Salad didn’t replicate anything sexual but when he ate the last of my wings I sat forward and watched his lips. Oh God he’s hot, I thought. I watched him and his lovely mouth, replacing the wing with my vag, dreaming I was spread wide and enjoying his lips and the teasing of his tongue. He didn’t flinch. He wasn’t even trying to be playful, the bastard. He was just eating my wings and doing it without any attempt at sexuality. It was all going on in my mind. I was the one dreaming of having his face between my legs, grabbing his hair and pulling him into me…mashing that beautiful face into me as I came on his lips.

I was suddenly aware that I had my hand inside my own blouse and was pinching my nipple pretty hard.

“What the hell are you doing?” He asked.

I sat up for a sec and reached behind me under my shirt and unsnapped my bra, then pulled it off beneath my top and out through one of the sleeves.

“You are a nut Felicity.” He laughed. You learn that from Flashdance? Are you Jennifer Beals now?”

“I wish. She’s hot. I’d fuck her.” I answered.

He laughed.

“You are crazy, woman. You are the wittiest girl I know and I fight hard to keep up but you are also sexy as all hell and coming at me like a freight train this evening. So you would fuck Jennifer Beals huh? How?”

I looked at him while I reached down and pushed my brassiere in my hand bag.

“Maybe I’ve got a dick. You ever think of that Chris? Let’s finish our drinks and go back to my place and you can check for yourself.”

He didn’t even respond…just smiled. It was funny and I thougth about the fact that although I wasn’t getting anywhere with him, I could absolutely tell that he was enjoying me and his eyes also told me that he found me very attractive. Somehow that meant the world to me. Whether we wound up in my bed or not, it was so rewarding to know I had his undivided attention and admiration. God I loved this guy.

“And if you have a dick, what would you expect me to do with it?” He asked.

I leaned in right up to his face and whispered…”Oh, I’d expect you to suck on it and let me cream between your lips, just as I’d suck on your cock and lap up the cum like your fuckin’ dog.” She lifted her hand to her face and repeated the blow job motion and cheek bump in a rhythm which had given him an erection just moments before.

He smiled and watched my lips as I made the motions.

“Oh God…I’d love to cum in your mouth…your sexy mouth. You’ve got a lot of sass, you know that. Gonna get me in trouble one day.”

“Oh please don’t make me wait. Come on, let’s go back to my apartment. You don’t have to do anything. Just stand in front of me while I suck your cock and then jerk yourself off onto my tongue. I won’t miss one juicy squirt. I promise. You don’t have to do anything to me so your wife won’t mind. Although I’d love to send you home smelling of my pussy…dripping with my juices. Astra would love that.”

We both laughed long and hard.

“Gotta pee…I’ll be right back.”

She rose and stumbled a little. We were smashed, and made her way to the lavatory. I watched her ass as she swayed her way in the distance. Jeez, what an assistant!! I had to watch myself here. She wants to be my boy toy and I’m likely to fall into her web in the first moment of indiscretion. The instant she was gone I reached into her bag and withdrew her bra and put it in my briefcase. Hmmm…now I have a trophy. Time to go home.

I walked her to her place and she invited me up for oral sex and I declined. But she was surprised when I reached over and hugged her tight. She swept her hands over my back and buried her face in my collar and I grabbed the back of her head and scrunched her hair in a tight fist. We pulled apart and I looked in her eyes.

“You are a dream Felicity. You are one fuckin’ hot fantasy of a woman. Good night sweetie.”

I left her standing at her door watching me hail a cab for my ride home. Smiling still, we waved at one another as I pulled away. Damn that was hot.

My God how he held my head when we parted. He held me the way he would hold me if he was fucking my face…fucking my mouth. Oh God I want him to do that!! I want him up my ass. I want him to pummel me into submission. I want him to spray me all over my face. Holy shit. I’ve never been this horny. I’ve got to get upstairs or I’ll wind up fucking the first stranger who walks bağcılar escort by. Damn.

I was in early the next morning. Was always the first person in the office; an office of about 50. I went to my cube and withdrew Felicity’s bra and pinned it to my tack board…my trophy. Everything being a bland beige in our space, her frilly light blue brassiere stood out. I was alone and leaned in and took a sniff. Nice. She is very girlie. She is an absolute role model for the independent, bright and accomplished hot fucking tease bitch. God it’s going to be tough working around her today. I must ignore her completely as if last night never happened. I can’t believe I showered at her place. Can’t ever do that again or she will simply walk in and join me, no doubt about it. She’s done teasing I think.

The traffic started to pick up as other employees strolled in. Mail was delivered by our crazy receptionist who was another hot chick who never held back. I loved this office. I loved my industry. Lots of gorgeous women and gay guys and me!

I heard the voice of the owner of the company, a handsome man ten years older than I with a stick up his ass…a conservative, power-hungry prick who abused the women in his office and liked to dominate the men. He hated me because he had zero control but backed away because I was putting a couple million a year in his pocket. I had forgotten that he was touring the CEO of a multibillion dollar supplier of ours around the office this morning.

“And here is our most successful salesperson, Chris, who holds the best fashion accounts in the city.” They arrived at my desk and stood over me, not looking at me, but at Felicity’s bra dangling on my tack board. The conversation ended and they stood there staring at my trophy, mouths agape. Just then she came in and dumped her bag on her desk and sat in her Aeron chair, checking her messages.

“What’s this on your wall?” the CEO stammered. I looked up and saw smoke coming out of my boss’ ears.

“Oh…I was at Donna Karan’s office last night and Donna asked me to match the fabric on this bra for her new seating in her intimates department.” Phew…clever answer to his question, I thought with pride. I was always quick and sharp in the mornings.

Just then, Felicity said “Excuse me” and pushed her way between the two men and pulled her bra off my wall, returned to her desk and stuffed it in a drawer. No comments, her focus back to her phone.

“Ahem…yes indeed,” the CEO said and walked on, the smell of smoke from my boss’ ears left floating in the air. I looked over at her, completely casual and disinterested, acting as if her actions had not affected anybody. What a flake! Then she turned my way and winked, slowly crossed her legs my way giving me a great view of her vag and smiling. Shit!

Tonight was the company party, celebrating 15 years in business. It was to be held at the Rainbow Room at the Top of the Rock in Rockefeller Center and I’d brought my tux. It was also the company Christmas party and most people had brought a change of clothes. As the day came to an end, Felicity invited me back to her place to change. This would be my first time in her place since the summer; since I’d stolen her bra.

I couldn’t believe he accepted my invitation to change at my place. He’s kept his distance since our night at Merchants and although invited up several times, he always demurred. I was already strategizing in my mind the wild scenarios which would ensue. Nothing would happen until I got a couple of drinks in him I was sure, but if I could get him back at the end of the evening I would just tear him apart. He wasn’t going home to Astra this night…not until four in the morning. I wasn’t thinking in terms of breaking up his marriage. I just wanted a piece of his life; a little more than just the assistant shit. I wanted to be ravished by this man…spread wide and torn apart. I could think of little other than having him dig me a new asshole. I’d never been so hot for any man and the constant exposure to him was killing me. Every day we went to clients. Every week or two we were at a function. Last week he had spoken at the Metropolitan Museum of Art and I sat there stunned by this man…this boss of mine…who was admired and sought after by the most accomplished people in the city. Tonight’s the night then.

I excused myself to the bathroom and told him to change in the living room, closing the venetian blinds. After about a minute, I came out and ran past him naked to retrieve something from a drawer. He was in his briefs and I reveled in the expression of mild shock, replaced by an amused smirk on his face as I ran past, clutching a towel to my bust. I stopped just before the bathroom door and mumbled to myself as I bent over to touch my feet, leaving him free to examine my ass, no doubt my best feature. He was looking, and as I rose again, I gave him a wink.

When I returned I found him struggling with studs and links and helped him install them in his stiff as a board starched white wing collared shirt. Something very erotic about a woman helping a man dress in formal attire. I loved it, even more because I’d never done this. He didn’t wear a clip-on bow tie. He tied one himself and that was another thing that set me off…that he even knew how.