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All characters in this story who engage in sexual activity are at least 18 years of age.

Here it was–room 214. I paused at the door for a couple of deep breaths, trying to ease the trembling that had been building in the pit of my stomach since last night when Sir had issued my final instructions.

I was really going to do this: not only sucking a cock for the first time, but giving myself–submitting–to this dominant man. My legs shook, and I leaned one hand against the door jamb in case my knees buckled.

It would be okay, I assured myself. I had talked to Sir online for several weeks, and he seemed kind enough…if very commanding. Bethany had talked to him, too–sufficiently for her to feel comfortable giving me permission to come here tonight for this: my first time to have sex with a man.

One more deep breath, and I put my hand to the door handle. I had been told not to knock–the door was unlocked and opened easily. I found myself in a short foyer with a closet to my left and a bathroom to my right. I could see part of the main room, but only the part with a desk and entertainment center. The bed and other furniture were out of sight around the corner.

Quietly, I slipped into the bathroom and shut the door. Hands shaking wildly, I followed my orders, removing my clothes, folding them neatly, and stacking them on the counter next to the lavatory.

Finally, naked and quivering with nerves, I opened the bathroom door and dropped to my hands and knees. I lowered my head submissively so my hair fell across my face, and I slowly crawled into the hotel room.

Raising my head just enough to peer through the fall of hair, I saw Sir sitting in the room’s single easy chair. He wore black slacks, dress shoes and a crisp, white, button-down shirt. I didn’t raise my head to look him in the face, but lowered it again and crawled toward him.

When I was close enough to his shiny black shoes, I took the position he had described to me, sitting on my heels, knees apart, hands clasped at the small of my back, chest out, tits up, eyes down, mouth open–ready to be used as Sir pleased. I was committed; it was done. My fate was in his hands–for the next few hours, at least.

Sir regarded me silently for several long minutes, then leaned forward and placed the tip of one finger beneath my chin, prompting me to raise my head. He brushed the hair out of my face and leaned back once more in his chair as I knelt at his feet.

I’d seen his photo before, so I knew he was an attractive man, but seeing him in person…he just looked so…big…especially since he was dressed and I wasn’t. I felt like a tiny, naked creature quailing under the scrutiny of a giant. My breath caught, and the ball of nervous energy gyrating in my chest caused my boobs to jiggle slightly.

Finally, Sir spoke, and a shiver raked my spine at the deep, rich authority in his voice. “Undress me,” ataşehir escort he said, gentle but unyielding, “begin with my shoes.”

Hands trembling, I leaned forward to touch his left shoe. The polished leather was slick and cool beneath my fingers, and I had the sudden irrational urge to kiss it. Should I? He hadn’t said to, but….

I decided to take a chance and follow my instinct. Slowly, I leaned down and placed my lips against the toe of his shoe. Following another unreasoning impulse, I extended my tongue and licked the cool leather. The musty, acrid flavor of polished leather filled my mouth, feeding a quaver of astonished excitement that rippled through me at my daring submissiveness.

Still leaning close to his foot, I pulled the laces, unraveling the knot, then moved my fingers up and around his sock-clad ankle. He lifted his leg a little, and I gripped the shoe’s heel to pull it down and off. The odor of feet rose to my nostrils–not too strong–cut with a hint of lavender scent.

I let my fingers stroke over the black knit surface of his sock for a time, then reached beneath his pant leg to find the elastic band at the top. I drew it down, and he lifted his knee again so I could pull the sock off.

I stared at his foot–so large and angular compared to Bethany’s, and slightly hairy on top. I touched it lightly, stroking with my fingertips, then leaned down and placed a kiss reverently on his arch. “Mmmm,” Sir rumbled, and the sound reverberated through my body, causing something deep inside my belly to turn warm and soft.

I repeated my obeisance with Sir’s other shoe, this time rubbing my cheek against his bare foot and letting my hair sweep across it. His approving rumble set my insides aquiver like a half-set pudding.

When both his feet were bare, I settled on my heels once more, scooting back a few inches to give him room. I waited, head bowed, until he stood. He untucked his own shirt, unbuttoned and removed it, tossing it onto the bed, then stood there, the fly of his pants only inches from my face.

I lifted my head slowly as my gaze traveled up the long, straight columns of his legs, snagged momentarily on the bulge at the front of his pants, then continued upward to stare wonderingly at the hard ridges of his abs, the furred slabs of pectoral muscles, the thick, powerful shoulders and arms.

My god, I thought, he could break me in half with less effort than I would expend squashing a bug. My belly quivered, and I felt a droplet of liquid fall from my naked crotch onto the back of one ankle. Per Sir’s instructions, I had been edging for the past week–with Bethany’s gleeful assistance–and my kitty was drenched and throbbing.

Hands trembling, I knelt up and reached for his belt buckle. I fumbled with it, surprised how hard it was for my febrile fingers to extract the stiff pendik escort leather from the brass buckle. I succeeded at last, then unbuttoned the waistband of his slacks.

My heart pounded so hard as I reached for his zipper that I could see the pale flesh of my breasts quiver with each heartbeat. I drew it down, and the front of his pants fell open. I gasped as I beheld the thick bulge of his cock stretching the snug black fabric of his cotton boxer-briefs.

My head spun with excitement and anticipation as I pulled the elastic waistband away from his body far enough to pass over the girth of his penis. I pulled the underwear down his legs–along with his slacks–and his erection sprang free, smacking me on the cheek.

I couldn’t help it; I giggled–a giddy, irreverent noise–then clapped my hand over my mouth in dismay and glanced up at Sir. His handsome face was stern, but I could detect a hint of amusement in the set of his lips. I sighed with relief that I hadn’t given offense, and turned my attention to the marvel I’d uncovered.

It was the first cock I’d ever seen in real life. It jutted from his body in nonchalant defiance of gravity, bobbing slightly with each beat of his heart. Tentatively, I reached out to touch, stroking my fingertips along it. The skin was smooth and veiny, stretched tight over a shaft that seemed as hard as wood. The head was a dusky rose color that looked tight and slick, but felt spongy and velvety soft.

As I played my fingers over it, a fat drop of clear liquid oozed from a tiny slit at the very tip. Intrigued, I extended my tongue and licked the droplet up. It tasted very slightly salty and smoky, and it was very slick. Experimentally, I squeezed the shaft, and was rewarded with another, smaller drop that I rubbed across my lips, suppressing more giddy laughter as I imagined wearing it as lip gloss.

I rubbed the head of Sir’s cock up my cheek and across my forehead, reveling in its velvet softness and the cool trail of pre-cum left behind on my skin. Then I spied the pale pink sack of bulging testes dangling below the base of it, and my lips tingled with anticipation.

“Oooh,” I murmured, lifting the rigid, gently pulsing length of him out of the way and scooting forward on my knees until I could kiss the sparsely hairy skin of his scrotum. It was silky smooth, and when I extended my tongue for a lick, I could feel his testicle rolling about inside.

Eagerly, I opened my lips and sucked the nut into my mouth, laving my tongue back and forth, over and under, coating it with saliva and marveling at the way it rolled about in response to my licking, like an egg wrapped in wet silk.

Sir grunted, and, instinctively, I gave his cock a light squeeze and a little pull. “Mmmm,” he rumbled approvingly, and a spike of pride swelled my heart. I was doing it right, and it was marvelous.

Letting ümraniye escort the testicle slip from my lips, I switched his cock to my other fist and shifted to tend his other nut. This time, as I tongued it, I hummed at the delicious sensations in my mouth. Sir grunted again and smoothed one big hand over my hair. I hummed again, stroked his shaft, and angled my head to look up at him. He gazed down at me, and I blinked innocently at him, sucking his ball like a wide-eyed infant with a pacifier.

“Mmmm,” Sir said, “you pretty little slut. Suck my cock now, no hands.”

Obediently, I let go of his testicle and clasped my hands behind me. I opened my mouth, maneuvering my face so I could capture the head–now darkened to a turgid mauve–between my lips as it bobbed up and down.

Holding it in my mouth, I licked around and around, exploring the firm, pliant ridge that defined his crown, tonguing the slender cleft on the underside and probing the tip of my tongue into its tiny slit. Sir issued his little growl of approval, and I hummed, letting the vibration carry through my lips to his hard stalk and feeling it jerk and thrum in response.

Sensing it was time to get down to business, I tried a suck, sealing my lips around his shaft just behind the head and drawing air from my mouth to concave my cheeks. He rumbled in what seemed a satisfied way, so I did it several more times, humming in between and smacking my lips against his hardness with each suck.

After a while, Sir seemed to become impatient, and his huge hand came to rest on the back of my head, gathering a handful of my hair in his fist. Gently, but firmly, he began to move my head back and forth, stroking his cock into my mouth from my lips to my tonsils.

A wave of excitement and arousal swept through my body, like bubbles rising in a glass of champagne. Sir was fucking my face! He was using my face to pleasure himself! The bubbles seemed to lodge in my head, making me feel giddy, even as my needy cunt throbbed and wept.

Falling into a rhythm, I sucked and hummed in time with his face-fucking, and scarcely two more minutes passed before I felt his cock swell alarmingly and grow much harder between my lips. Startled, I looked up at him and saw a strange expression on his face. Suddenly, I realized he was about to….

Sir’s cock twitched violently, and a wave of warm, salty fluid filled my mouth, flooding my throat, and I choked. He pulled his cock from my lips just as it pulsed again, and a stream of milky cum shot forth to splatter against my cheek. A third stream struck my forehead and gummed my right eye, and a forth arced into my hair. He placed his cockhead back between my lips and pumped three or four smaller streams into my mouth.

Sir shifted away from me as I knelt there, a little stunned, and, when I looked up at him, he held up a phone and snapped a photo of me. Turning the phone, he showed me an image of my cum-glazed face, one startled eye open wide, the other glued shut. Pearly globs of semen decorated my features, and rivulets of jism flowed from the corners of my lips.

With a few more taps, Sir addressed the image to Bethany, and I watched as he tapped the send button. The caption read, ‘My First Blowjob.’

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My name is Pippa and it is also my work name. Why did I become a sex worker, my boss got me into it. This is my story.

It all started after I left college and managed to get my first proper job in back office sales. Effectively on a minimum wage plus a small amount. I submitted the written proposals for commercial window replacements. The salesmen obtained the enquiries, I submitted their proposals which they went on to secure or not.

After two years with this company, due to lack of candidates, I was allowed to go out on sales assignments. As a newbie I started out on the no hope sales opportunities, with time I managed to secure a few sales. My salary was slightly better, but not a lot, but I was paid a large commission on each sale. It all helped.

I had a nice rented apartment that I shared with my mother, my father disappeared years ago, never really knew him. Money was always tight, my mother worked in a supermarket on the tills and filling shelves at night, but we got by. She recently met someone working in the store, first person she went out with since my father’s disappearance trick. They got on well together and eventually she moved in with them, I could now manage financially, just, on my own. So I took over the apartment.

One day I was called into my Sales Managers office, he said this is a sales opportunity you can look after. It will be a difficult one to capture but I think you can manage it, good experience if nothing else. Plus I now had use of a company pool car, only passed my driving test a few weeks before, I was over the moon.

I was twenty two, five foot nine, long blond hair, toned slim figure, I did gymnastics as a hobby. I had a few boyfriends, none of them stood the test of time. They all only wanted one thing, closes they got was their cold hands down my knickers, and even then they messed it up. I could do better myself and often did. Well we all do don’t we?

I went to see my first major client, a consulting company who was acting on behalf of a City Building Works Department. I was given the formal enquiry after I had registered interest for my company to bid for this project.

Our QS department did their estimates and a new girl Jo, who only started two days ago, did the written proposal for me. She was disabled and in a wheel chair, the proposal was uninspiring. Her first job after coming out of hospital three months ago, they had to break her legs so she could sit in a wheelchair. She was very entheaustic, so we sat down together and brought it up to a presentable information standard, best I have ever seen from the company.

Jo said leave it with me, when I was in hospital and before that when all I could do lying in bed, I learnt how to use professional proposal presentation and publishing software packages. Next day Jo gave me an absolutely fantastically presented proposal to me. It included a picture of me and detailed my professional skills. My job was now to get the Sales Manager to sign it off.

The next day I took it into him to approve, he was over the moon about it. When he looked at the value on the proposal, just over one million, that was ten times bigger than our largest contract, he almost fell out of his chair. I talked him into reducing the price to just below one million to get us into the next stage of being short listed.

Although he was unsure of letting me run with this proposal, given that I was the newbie. He asked me could I bring this contract home and do you know what it will entail. I said yes I can. The next day I hand delivered the proposal to the consultants, my life was to change for ever from that point on.

The consultants reviewed it and prepared a never ending stream of questions for me to answer. Jo and I gave well prepared and presented answers. A month later we were told we were short listed to the final stage.

My Sales Manager was ecstatic at me getting this far with the proposal. Some of the older salesmen were critical and said all you need to do is sleep with the client and win the order. At that time I didn’t realise the implications of what they said.

Head office had now taken an interest in this proposal and challenged my Sales Manager on, could I bring this contract home or, should they get someone else to do it and did I understand what was required of me to do it. Being cornered he said yes, look at her profile in the proposal. Answer was ok I think she can do it, my approval to proceed.

I didn’t know it at this time but my boss had just given me my first assignment.

I was given my final brief on how much I could negotiate on without referral back to him and head office. I was told, if asked about reseller discount, to reply it will be applied in the usual way, no more. I was surprised by this, my boss said you don’t want to know.

Arrangements were made for me to stay overnight at the Scotsman hotel, in Edinburgh and have a signing meal with the customer. I was to meet the head of the City Building Works kadıköy escort Department, who had been giving presentations to the Holyrood Parliament earlier in the day. His name was Angus and I would meet him in the restaurant lounge area at seven thirty, he would know me from my picture in the proposal.

I arrived at the hotel, checked in, and reviewed my notes and documents that needed to be signed that night. I then got dressed for my meeting, the company had advanced me three hundred, against commissions I still had to be paid. It paid for a slinky little black number and the accessories to go with it, French makeup too.

I went down to the restaurant lounge with its quirky coffee table and ordered a G&T, no ice, and waited. I watched the guests move about, trying to pick out who I was to meet, usually they will do a walk-by in the area first to gain an advantage. As I was observing a voice from behind me said, are you Pippa, I turned and said yes. He said I am Angus we are due to meet tonight. He was a bit taller than me, immaculately dressed with white hair, a smart beard and incredibly well spoken. He said bring your drink and we will go to our table. As we walked over he took my arm in a gentlemanly way. It was a rather nice experience.

The waiter came over and we ordered our meal, I had already worked out what I would have so that I wouldn’t get flustered doing it. He ordered a very nice French wine that I had never heard off before. The meal arrived and we chatted about our lives, what we did and what we would still like to do. I breached the question did he want any part of the contract clarified. He said no my staff has already gone through it with a fine toothcomb and they are happy with it. I always like to see in person who is at the other end of the proposal. And I will be happy to sign the contract for you, we can do it in your room later, better not to do these signings in public.

It was at this point I realised what this meeting was all about, I don’t think I was surprised about it, not shocked as possibly I should have been. We continued to chat about our lives in a more open and intimate way. Angus had lost his wife a few years ago, I told him about my disasters of boyfriends and lack off sex life. Which he found quite funny, said it reminded him off when he was my age and did similar things, which were a total disaster. Then he met his wife and settled down. He then said do you want to go upstairs and took my hand and led me up to my room.

He could see that I was unsure of what I should do next, he said give me the contract papers and I will sign them, which he did. He then said, in a matter of fact way, can I help you off with that dress. I said yes, which he did ever so lovingly and tenderly.

I was standing there in my bra, fig leaf pants, suspender belt and stockings. He looked at me in awe. No one had ever done that to me before, I felt really good and aroused by it and could feel myself start to twinge.

He then kneeled down and undid my suspender belt, one clip at a time, gently ever so gently and then removed my stockings one at a time. My nipples were rock hard by now and I could feel wetness start to form from them and down below. I remove my bra as he slid down my pants and I stepped out of them.

I stood there naked in front of him as he looked on in silence. I undid his tie and slowly unbuttoned his shirt and slipped it off his shoulders. He had a lovely tanned body, he undid his trousers and slipped them off. We both stood there naked looking at each other as he took my hand and led me over to the bed, which had already been turned down for us by the night staff.

I lay down first and he joined me, we both lay there looking at each other. Gently he moved over and kissed me, it was so sensual, and I was getting even more aroused by it, if that was possible. He then placed his warm hand on my thigh and slowly massaged it and my inner leg. I started to feel wetness, he then caressed me with the back of his fingers. He could feel my wetness forming too, he said I think it’s time we engaged with each other. I said yes and opened my legs in invitation.

He moved over me, I could feel him touching as he tried to enter, he gently touched and retouched me, gradually entering me, my wetness was now making it easier. Then I could feel him slowly entering me until he had fully entered. This was my first time, I was excited and enjoying it, I let out a long breath when he was fully entered. He smiled, as did I, he slowly and tenderly withdrew and re-entered. He gently started to undulate, I was enjoying this experience, my whole body was moving in harmony with his, I would hold and squeeze as he withdrew.

I could feel he was enjoying it too, I don’t know how long we kept this up. It felt like ever and I never wanted it to stop. I was starting to climax, as was Angus, I don’t know who came first but we both enjoyed the moment. He said thank you and kartal escort I said back thank you that was my first time. I could see he was excited about being with me on this occasion.

We lay alongside each other, pulled the sheets up over us to hide our nakedness, we held each other tenderly and fell asleep together. We awoke after a short time looking at each other, I was getting aroused again, as he was, I could feel him pressing on me. Without saying anything we did it all over again. By morning we had engaged with each other four times, each time better than the time before.

We both left the bed together as we had gone into it. Angus went into the shower room, it was a large walk in shower, I joined him and we showered together then dried each other off. Angus went out to get dressed, I wrapped myself in a towel and watched him getting dressed, he enjoyed that, as I did. He then left discreetly to preserve my dignity. I took my time getting ready, as one does, and left quietly. The account was paid on my company credit card.

I went into the office later on in the morning, on presenting the signed contract, was congratulated by my boss, in front of everyone in the office. The CEO phoned me later in the morning and congratulated me on a job well done.

Did I ever meet Angus again, yes I did and he signed three more contracts for me. After he retired to his house in the South of France, I was invited to spend the week with him, where we went to see the Monaco motor racing together. He had managed to get us seats overlooking the famous hairpin bend, the noise from the cars was incredible and terrifying, we could feel the vibration in our seats. I had a fantastic week out there with him, including a visit to a billionaire’s yacht. I was invited to come out and see him again, I said yes and I am still looking forward to it.

Was I asked to prepare and undertake similar sales assignments, yes five in all over the next twelve months. Did they all involve in having sex, yes they did, including one with a woman.

Karen; she was in her late fifties, I think, very expensively dressed and had white distinguishing hair, she had a very tender and caring way about her, reminded me of my mother. I had never been with a woman before, when I said this she replied don’t worry I will show you. I enjoyed her showing me and she also enjoyed showing me what to do. That was my first time with another woman and I really enjoyed it.

I also had several less interesting sales assignments. My salary and commissions were ten times what they had been the preceding year; I also had a new company sports car to replace my aging Honda Civic pool car.

One of the sales assignments where I was to entertain a client was cancelled at the last minute. A genuine family crisis caused it, but I did get the contract signed later and I did sleep with him. As I was already booked into the Balmoral Hotel in Edinburgh, the city’s finest hotel, that Friday night and had taken an additional night using my hotel points I decided to stay on.

I went down to the bar, with one of my sexy tight fitting outfits on, which is very plush and expensive, why not it was on expenses. I had my usual G&T, no ice, at the bar as though I was waiting for someone. A voice from behind, with a soft American accent, said Hi, my name is Chuck, I couldn’t help seeing that you have been let down by someone tonight. Can I buy you a drink, I don’t know why but I said yes. He ordered against his room card and said let us get a table and asked the bartender to bring over our drinks.

We found a table and sat down, our drinks arrived. We chatted about each other and why we were there that night, he had something to do with the American Embassy and a sales mission. He gave me one of his business cards, it said he was a Senior Vice President, I innocently asked is your business vice or something. He thought that was funny and explained his family had a defence electronics company in Baltimore and he was a director in it. I said sorry; don’t be; your card; you promised. I gave him my card and explained that I was a sales consultant selling replacement windows, he said I believe you, I said but that’s what I do. Ok; what do you want to do tonight now that we know each other? I said I was going to have something to eat here as it was my first time in this hotel. Ok that’s what we will do then.

Before I could say anything we headed to the restaurant, he got us a table. Before I knew it we had ordered our meal. I ordered the same wine that Angus had ordered on my first night with him. The meal arrived, it was unbelievably superb, and we both enjoyed it.

He suddenly said out of the blue, how much for tonight, I didn’t know what to say, and said for what? Sleeping with me tonight and having superb sex. I didn’t know what to say or do, but in sales if you are asked for something outrageous, be positive by pricing yourself out of the market.

I maltepe escort remembered his key card, which he gave to the bartender when ordering drinks, was for the Scone and Crombie Suite, the best and most expensive in the hotel. I said the same price as for your room for the night. He said, ok that’s a deal, before I could say anything, he said no let’s do it for the weekend. I didn’t know what to say, although I heard myself say it, I still don’t believe I actually said it. Ok it’s a deal. I had just made my first sale as a sex worker, no, I had actually been doing that for the past year. He said, pulling me out of my dream, let’s go to my suite, the meter is running.

We went up to his room, I was actually excited about it, and did not get overly aroused by it, just yet. His suite was incredibly plush and bigger than my apartment. He poured us drinks from his bar, G&T, no ice, if I remember correctly. He handed it to me and we both walked towards the bedroom with its enormous plush bed that the sheets had already been turned down on, for us.

I then said, in a matter of fact way, can you help me off with my dress. He came towards me smiling and said yes. Which he did ever so tenderly. I was soon standing there in my bra, suspender belt, stockings and fig leaf pants.

I slowly unbuttoned his shirt and slipped it off his shoulders. He had a lovely body, as he undid his trousers I helped him slip them off. He then kneeled down and undid my suspender belt, one clip at a time, then removed my stockings one at a time. I remove my bra as he slid down my pants and helped me stepped out of them. We both stood there naked looking at each other, he took my hand and led me over to the bed. I felt really aroused and in control, my nipples were rock hard and I could feel wetness start to form from them and below.

I lay down and he joined me, we both lay there together, he moved over and kissed me, it was so sensual, as our tongues touched and rubbed together. We were getting more aroused by it, I put my hand on his thigh and slowly massaged it and his inner leg. I started to stroke his hardness and to feel his wetness form. He also caressed me with the back of his fingers and could feel my wetness forming too, I said I think it’s time we engaged with each other and opened my legs in invitation.

He moved over me, I could feel him as he entered me and I let out a quite moan of contentment, he gently touched my G-spot first time, as I flinched he slowly withdrew and re-entered and retouched my G-spot, my and his wetness were now making it easier and more comfortable. We were both enjoying it as he undulate back and forth, my body was moving in harmony with his, and I would squeeze and hold him back as he withdrew. I could feel he was enjoying it too. I don’t know long we kept this up, I was starting to climax, he held back as I came for the first time. He started over with his unhurried undulating rhythm, I could feel myself starting to cum again, as I came for the third time so did he. We both enjoyed the moment.

By this time we were both wet with exhaustion, we lay there embracing each other. I pulled up the sheets, as I liked to do, to hide my nakedness. We held each other tenderly until we fell asleep together. We awoke still embraced looking at each other we could feel each other’s arousal, without saying anything. We did it all over again, by morning we had engaged with each other five times, each time better than the time before. I don’t know how many orgasms I had that night.

We both left the bed together and went into shower room. We had sex again against the wall with the warm water spraying over us, a magical experience. We dried each other off. As I wrapped myself in a towel, Chuck went out and phoned down our breakfast order, I brought him out a towel and watched him put it on, he enjoyed it as I did. We had our breakfast served and ate it with only out towels on. Very sensual as Chuck kept rubbing my leg with his.

I asked him how he knew that I would be available and responsive to him last night. I asked Jack the bartender where’s all the action tonight, first having to cross his palms with lots and lots of money. He pointed you out to me and I am glad he did. I learnt something new that night, always be friends with the bartender. We both got changed, me into my one piece almost see through shorts and top with my black underwear shining through. Chuck in his white shorts and loose necked shirt.

We did the tourist route through Edinburgh seeing all the sights, as the festival was on it was buzzing with activity. We even went to see the Royal Yacht by tram, it was on his list of things to do. He was over the moon when I told him that my uncles and older cousins actually built this ship.

Exhausted we went back to his suite, but not that exhausted. Afterwards we changed for our evening meal. Saturday night and most of Sunday we stayed in bed and had wonderful sex. I drove Chuck to the airport to catch his flight to London. As he left me he gave me a very fat envelope, with cash in it, and said I will give you a call, I have your card.

As I drove home to Glasgow, I started to think, I had a wonderful weekend with a fantastic guy who paid me to have wonderful sex with him. I think at that time I was formulating what I should do with my life.

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He would see her every day. Tall, dark mysterious and beautiful. Inexplicably, his eyes could never meet her piercing gaze as if they were unworthy of her. It was as though she could see right into his soul with every want and desire exposed. The unease made him tremble in her presence; but still he was eager. Eager to feel her warmth and her love shining down on him. Eager to please and to feel her acceptance and find his place beside her. She was his senior. In age and in title. He was forbidden to talk to her and to interrupt her busy schedule.

Working at his desk one day he felt a shadow come over him. He looked up. She was standing looking down on him. Finally managing to meet her gaze he felt a strange sense of safety and belonging in her face.

“I want you to meet me tonight… at my place.” She said softly but assertively.

“Yes.” He timid replied.

She smiled at him assuredly and walked away with the same elegance and confidence she did everything. Her words send shock waves through his body as they echoed through his mind for the rest of the day.

Something seemed uniquely significant about his plans tonight. As though this was a pinnacle moment in his otherwise ordinary life. An opportunity to serve a higher purpose, one greater than himself. As though something extraordinary was about to happen for him. Something that would fill the hole in the heart that he carried and give it all meaning.

As if instinctively, he arrived exactly when she had instructed him. As nervous excitement coursed through him, he pressed the doorbell. He held a small bouquet of flowers and had his shirt done up to the top button. He really wanted to impress her.

His heart skipped a beat as the lock rattled and the door swung open. Before he had any time to think she was there, standing in front of him in the doorway. Tall with dark hair. Beautiful and formidable. Admirable and stern, with the perfect body of a true goddess. His knees went weak at the sight of her. He felt unworthy in her presence and a strong desire to fall to his knees in complete submission to her.

He opened his mouth to say hello but only air came out. He blushed and averted his gaze, but she smiled and as though she understood.

“Come here.” She said warmly and took him into the hallway.

“They for me?” She said teasingly as she took the flowers from him. She shut the door behind them and moved the flowers to another room, but he never saw them again.

She çekmeköy escort came back to collect him and lead him through to her living room. The whole house was immaculate, and everything was assorted and organised down to the smallest detail.

“This is how I expect everything to be.” She said sternly.

He nodded his head in enthusiastic agreement as she led him though to her kitchen where she tells him her favourite meals and the standard of cooking that she expects.

Finally, she leads him into her bedroom. A beautiful, spacious room fit for a goddess. She takes him by the hand and sits him down on the bed. She sits next to him and looks into his eyes. He blushes once more and averts his gaze. She sighs and gently places her hands on his cheeks and softly pulls his head back into focus with hers.

“I want to see your cute little face and your adoring eyes looking at me”. She said with a reassuring smile.

He felt an overwhelming sense of belonging coming over him and, as he acknowledged the privilege of being in such an embrace with such beautiful woman, he made a mental note to never give weak eyes to her no matter what.

“Have you ever been with a woman before?” She asked.

He shook his head timidly, his wide, adoring eyes still locked into hers.

“I believe women should be treated like goddesses and worshipped as such. This is also how you should address me.” She continued.

She leaned in as her look became sterner. Expecting a response.

“… yes goddess.” The reply came back timidly but assuredly.

There was no question that she was his goddess and that his whole life he had been waiting for someone to worship. He experienced an intense feeling of love and belonging towards her. She was all he needed.

“Every day you will wake me up with my breakfast at my bedside and you will organise my things for my work. While I am away you will fulfil your domestic duties; wash my clothes, clean my private bathroom and clean my bedroom. Every day you will wait for my return by the door on your knees with a hot bath and a meal ready.” She said softly to him. Still holding his face.

“Yes goddess.” He replied.

She smiled and gave him a soft, passionate wet kiss on his forehead. Time stood still as her soft full lips connected with his skin and an overwhelming feeling of love and commitment came over him. She was his goddess now and forever.

“This içerenköy escort will be your reward.” She said as she continued to caress his cheeks and look deep into his eyes. With his undivided attention, she continued…

“Besides your domestic duties, I will teach you to worship me intimately and your body will be an instrument of my pleasure. Your mouth and tongue will worship and clean me all over. Wherever I instruct, whenever I instruct it, no matter how dirty or sweaty. Your face will be my seat and at the mere snap of my fingers you will fulfil that duty to me. Wherever I see fit. You will tend to my feet at the end of everyday worshipping and cleaning with your mouth. Your cock belongs to me to use when and if I see fit and you are not to use it without my express permission.”

He nodded enthusiastically at every instruction and listened intently to every word.

“You will worship my ass and pussy whenever I see fit, either for cleaning or pleasing. You will learn the appropriate methods for both. You will also learn to enjoy what comes from me. My piss, my farts. You will sniff and lick me clean whenever I want you to. You will do all this with a smile and those wide adoring eyes that you seem to have trouble giving me.”

She moved her hand from his cheeks and brought them down to his lap, still looking at him piercingly. He blushed again and averted his gaze. She sighed and once again pulled his face to meet hers. He felt ashamed but could not help feeling unworthy in the presence of such a beautiful goddess.

“I will teach you to worship me with those eyes.” She said as she led him to the corner of the room with full view of her large comfortable bed.

“I want you naked”. She said casually and without a moment’s hesitation he hurriedly began removing his clothes.

“On your knees.” She ordered as she pulled a set of locking bracelets from her closet. With him on his knees in the corner facing her bed, she locked his wrists to his ankles behind his back. The tip of his cock lightly touched her soft carpet as she kneeled to be face to face with him. “No matter what you will always have those wide adoring eyes worshipping me.”

With that, she walked back to her bed, pulled her vibrator from out of her cabinet and began watching videos on tablet.

The frustration coursed through him and his cock became rock solid as she watched videos and pleasured herself. He dragos escort never once broke sight of her and kept his adoring eyes fixed on her the whole time. Watching her lovingly and passionately, feeling her thrill as if it were his own. He knew now that his pleasure no longer mattered. Only that of his goddess.

After her second orgasm she got out of bed and walked over to him. With his wide, adoring, worshipping eyes still fixated on her, she draped her used, sweaty, post-orgasmic underwear over his face. He inhaled deeply and enthusiastically. She smiled down on him and moved her pussy directly in front of his face for a closer sniff. The delicious smell of his goddess filled him with lust and build his confidence to ask her,

“Please may I have a taste, goddess?” He asked politely, filled with hope.

Her right hand immediately came down and slapped his face and he whimpered quietly but maintained the adoring eyes his goddess deserves. He felt completely ashamed that he had put his own desires in front of his goddesses. However, the sting in his cheek reminded him that his goddess loved him and that she will always put him right and he felt thankful for that. With his adoring eyes still fixed on her, she headed back to her bed for another round.

He eventually lost count of how many times his goddess orgasmed, but he felt true happiness in knowing that his first time with a goddess was special.

She untied him and, still naked, led him by the hand to a much smaller room with just a single bed in it.

“This is your room”. She said as she helped him onto his bed and tucked him in tightly so that his arms were pinned under the blankets. Looking over him, she again caressed his little cheeks and delivered several soft, wet kisses on his face while looking affectionately into his eyes.

She pulled an alarm clock from under his bed and sets it for early the next morning.

“You’ve learnt a valuable lesson tonight. My pleasure always comes first.” She said with a smile.

“Don’t worry, I’ll teach you how to be a good boy for me. I will teach you with discipline and you will be punished when you get it wrong, but you will learn soon enough. When you get it right, I will reward you with cuddles and kisses. Now get some sleep. Long first day ahead of you tomorrow.” She smiled down on him, kissed him one final time and left the room, turning off the light.

As the months turned to years the natural order of his little world had changed forever. The metamorphosis was complete. He had reached his final and most purist form. His devotion to his goddess was unwavering and unconditional and he had learned to worship her the way she truly deserves. There was a feeling that what they had was right and just, they had re-addressed the balance and found order in the chaos.

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A Virgins Dream.

The day had been very hot and humid, as I lay in bed. I kicked the duvet off with my feet, yanking my nightie over my shoulders I threw it on the floor. As I lay naked, I began caressing my body. I fell into a deep restless sleep. I immediately started to dream of meeting a very handsome man at some grand ball, that was again being held at the home of some good friends of my parents. Licking my lips as I saw him enter the room. He was very tall and very handsome.

His clothes were very well made, the quality of the material was very good indeed. He had tight black breeches on with a golden buckle on the outside of each knee, with white socks. His black jacket had golden brocade round the edges that seemed to be enhanced by the white shirt he had on, which had ruffles down the front and at the cuffs. All were edged in golden brocade. Everything seemed to heighten his stature and the golden bronze of his skin. His deep blue eyes seemed to penetrate whoever he was looking at, as though he was searching for all their hidden secrets; secrets that were locked away hidden in the depths of their minds. Was he looking for something he had yet to find? Only he could say.

As I stood there watching him, I could see him scanning the room, my fingers automatically pressed on my pussy, my legs turning to jelly. I could barely keep myself upright and had to lean my back against the wall when I heard someone say, ‘That man over there who has just walked in is, Captain Adam Laverne. He is one of the finest men here. He is very much a ladies’ man.’

Our eyes instantly met across the room. Not once did he take his eyes from mine as he made his way across the room, heading my way, totally ignoring everyone who tried to speak with him. He stopped with only a hair’s breadth between us as he introduced himself, in a whisper that only I could hear, ‘Good day to you, my beautiful young lady. My name is Adam Laverne.’ Stepping back, he bent from the waist to kiss my hand, leaving a trail of tingling sensations running through to my very soul. Never once did he take his eyes from mine. ‘Would you give me the pleasure of the next dance?’

Nodding my head as my body quivered, my heart began to race, and my breath very erratic, he placed his open hand on the small of my back, guiding me, making me shiver from the inside out. Gliding me round the room, I could smell the aroma of his body, the strength of his arms holding

me tight, my nipples pressing into his chest, I could feel his breath on my cheek, my panties were getting wet and if I wasn’t careful, my legs would give way on me.

The ladies were all envious, trying to cool their faces with their fans as they watched us dancing round the floor. A smile crossing his lips that penetrated into my very being.

Hearing the odd huff and puff, knowing he preferred my company to any of the other ladies. I wallowed in it. I enjoyed the touch of his hand in mine and the way he held the small of my back, pulling me close to him as he guided me to where he wanted me to go. The closeness of him, skin touching skin. My hands burned with him touching me. I could feel myself glowing as he held me in his arms. My heart racing, beating so hard and fast, I thought kozyatağı escort it might burst. My cheeks were rosy, my eyes shone brightly like priceless gems; sparkling so brightly, I dazzled everyone who looked at me as we danced around the floor. I felt as though I was the queen of the ball. I was very happy.

When the music came to an end, Adam suggested a stroll in the garden. All eyes seemed to be on us as we left the room, his hand on my back, while the other held fast to my hand. Some people were smiling at us while others, their eyes dark and hateful as if they were saying how dare she.

I felt my breath escape me as I felt a warm breeze on my face, gently caressing my hair and filling my nostrils with perfume. The fragrant smell of roses all around us, it was magical. We wandered through the gardens till we came to a giant old oak tree. I needed to rest and leaned my back against a gnarled trunk of the tree, my hands on either side of me for support. Taking a deep breath of air as I did so.

Adam placed my hands in his and held them above my head, holding me tight in place, making me gasp. Our eyes met; sparks flew all around us. His lips came softly, ever so softly onto mine, caressing me, loving me, tasting me with his tongue; the feeling felt like fine feathers, tingling, flicking and floating over my skin. My heart raced along at great speed, a shudder going down my spine, filling my whole body with strange sensations. I didn’t know or understand what they were. Even so, I enjoyed this feeling I was getting. I also knew, he was enjoying it as well. I felt a stirring in his breeches, which made me hold my stomach in.

Adam had to pull away from me, trying to restrain his growing pulsating

cock and even his breathing. Looking down into my eyes, I was unknowingly giving him the same look as I was getting from him. He couldn’t help himself, he was kissing me again and again, each time with more urgency; caressing and licking my throat, my earlobe, down my neck; his warm soft lips and tongue leaving hot sensations wherever he touched. I could hear myself whisper his name, Adam, Adam. I wanted him in a way that I had never wanted any other man before. I could feel my knees trembling; I could feel myself giving into him. Feeling his hands wandering all over my body, leaving burning imprints, wherever he touched me. More, I wanted more; but not fully understanding what more I wanted, I just knew what I was feeling, and enjoying it immensely.

Picking me up in his arms he carried me, my body held tight to his, where he was taking me, I did not know, nor did I care. All I knew and wanted at this point in time was the man I was with. This tall handsome Captain, whose hands were like pure magic; making my pulse rise so high, I wouldn’t have been able to stand on my own two feet if he had put me down.

We came to an old building which was in the midst of some trees; no-one would know we were there, as the building from the looks of it hadn’t been used for years.

Gently laying me down, he brushed my cheek with the back of his hand as he knelt down beside me. ‘Now, my little virgin, let me help you to heights you have never been to before.’ His hands erenköy escort were quick and adept. In no time at all, I lay there, totally naked. His hands moved tantalizingly down the curves of my body.

‘Beautiful,’ he whispered, ‘beautiful.’ He drank in my beauty, his eyes deep and penetrating, having to breathe deeply through gritted teeth. Never in all his days had he seen a woman as beautiful as this one, for he had had many.

He was just as quick in removing his own clothing; he couldn’t keep his hands or eyes from mine. He kissed and touched me everywhere. His hands slid up and down the length of my body, stopping to caress my nipples with his fingers and thumbs, making them hard and erect, then flicking them each in turn with the tip of his tongue. This made me gasp, causing goosebumps all over my naked body at the way he was tugging and flicking them. Then gently squeezing them; first one then the other, till they stood up like two mountain peaks, hard and firm, then finding other places. The

way his kisses felt on the side of my waist sent more thrills through my body. That made me squirm and groan with pleasure, begging him for more.

He was teasing and tantalizing me with his fingers until every nerve, curve and bump in my body felt electrified. Wherever his fingers went so did his mouth, kissing every inch of me; his hard, pulsating cock pressing firmly into my thigh. His hips automatically moving backwards and forwards against my clit, making me squirm and buck my pussy against him. His mouth found my pussy, making me tremble with feelings I had never felt before. I could feel moisture leak from me even more. But not once did I try to stop him, although I knew I should; but I couldn’t even if I tried. I was totally under his spell.

He came to the forbidden territory, the secret garden of life that had never been touched. He had found yet another place which excited me; more so than before. His long fingers moving up and down from my clit to my pussy then my ass, pressing his thumb on my star, and back again. Enticing my clit, teasing it, making it stand proud. Placing himself between my thighs, he opened me wide with his fingers. His tongue, moving faster and faster; flicking, licking, circling and gently nipping me every time he did this, my hips moved involuntarily towards his mouth. I was moaning and moving to the rhythm of his tongue, I couldn’t help it. Then his tongue slid down into my pussy, finding me more than moist with my juices. His tongue darting in and out of me, first pressing and circling my clit, then moving down slowly to my slit where he could lap all my juices, back and forth he went, making me grip his head with my fingers, moving my body in time with what he was doing.

Grunting and licking his lips, he circled his fingers round my pussy again, then putting his fingers into my mouth, telling me to taste myself. Positioning himself against me, his hard throbbing cock needing to be inside me, but he had to make sure I was ready for him. Grabbing hold of his cock, he circled the outside of my pussy then slid the tip up and down, from my clit passed my pussy to my star. As he was doing this, he pulled and played with my nipples, harem escort which sent jolts of electricity right through me.

I was tight, very tight; but I was more than ready, he knew it and I knew it too. Moving his wet fingers up and down his length, he rubbed himself

with my juices then thrust his hard, throbbing cock inside my soaking wet pussy. I wasn’t acting in the way that I had ever before I had sex. I was begging me for more, but a barrier stopped me from going any further. ‘Fuck,’ he thought to himself and stilled immediately. I didn’t want him to stop and told him so, ‘Please I want you, don’t stop, please, don’t stop.’

Looking deep into my eyes, he had to be sure, again I pleaded with him. ‘Please, please, don’t stop,’ I begged. Placing my arms round his neck, I wrapped my legs round his waist pulling him closer still. His fingers wet with my juices, rubbing my nipples; first one then the other. He kissed me gently but firmly, his tongue sliding gently and gracefully against mine and at the same time he thrust his length deep into me and the barrier had been broken as he pressed his thumb into my ass.

My scream was a scream no-one heard, only the two of us. Again, he stilled himself till the pain that rode through my body ebbed away and I began moving with the sensations he was filling me with, not only in my pussy, but my ass too.

Putting his hands on my hips, he held me still. ‘Hush now,’ he said as he pulled me up into a near sitting position, so I was practically sitting astride him; while at the same time nuzzling me from my ear, down my throat and onto my breasts. I put my hands on his strong shoulders gripping on to him for dear life.

He was taking me to the highest clouds I had never ever been to. His fingers were still wet with my juices. He pushed them into my mouth and ordered me to suck and lick them clean. Oh my, I could taste myself as I sucked greedily. Shaking my ass as I sat on him, making him groan and hold me tighter.

My thoughts were all over the place, the tantalizing, tingling feelings he was forcing through my body. I was about to explode like a volcano as he whispered in my ear, ‘Cum for me, baby. Let go and cum for me,’ and I did, my body shattering into a million little pieces all around him. I felt him inside me, but not moving. He lay me on my side as he lay down beside me whispering to me, ‘I’m not finished with you yet.’ His body was spooning mine, he began moving again, this time pushing into my pussy from behind as he grasped my hard nipples pulling and tugging at them. He felt the

tightness of my pussy squeezing and pulling him further into me, he could feel me building again.

‘My god,’ he said, as I again shuddered and shook as the feelings took over

my body. He knew he wouldn’t be able to hold on much longer and with another couple of thrusts, he spent everything he had deep inside me.

Through his teeth, he whispered, ‘Never have I known an angel like you.’

I was spent, exhausted. So was he, as we lay there. He turned me over and carried on gently thrusting into me, our arms wrapped round each other. Never had I known such ecstasy; and never had I seen a naked man, let alone touched one. But, at this precise moment in time, I didn’t care, as I felt the hot moisture flowing from my body. As we looked into each other’s eyes, we both knew that this moment would never leave us and we would forever be together, knowing we would never ever part.

‘Now you are mine and no one will ever touch you but me.’

My reply was a simple ‘Yes, Sir.’

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This is a work of fiction. All characters are over 18 years of age.

It was the 70’s, free love was still a thing, grass was way illegal, and people trusted some politicians. A different time. I had two broken arms from an accident and was in the hospital, just before my eighteenth birthday. Bummer, as we said back then.

My friends and I had made plans, just beer and tunes, maybe a little weed if anyone could score. Not gonna happen now, and even worse my family could and did come to my room to celebrate. When you were eighteen how much fun did you have with your family on your big day? That’s what I thought. It dragged on forever, ugh.

Finally they all left. I was worn out and fell asleep for a while. When I woke up it was dark, the hospital was quiet. And I had to piss something awful. I rang for the nurse, hoping I’d make it until the bedpan arrived. The woman who came in a few moments later was not my usual night nurse, an older woman who’s name I forget. Who I got that night was Ann.

I was too busy at first with my micturition to notice much other than she was younger than what’s-her-name, by a lot. Once my bladder was empty and I could focus on other things I took her in more thoroughly.

Ann was mid twenties; to me at eighteen she already seemed older, more sophisticated. She was around five seven, a good figure, short dark hair under her white cap. She was standing closer than the other nurses did, intent on her task, which at the moment was wiping down my penis. In the soft lights of the night shift hospital she looked very lovely to me; I started growing in her hand.

I’m sure this wasn’t the first time this had happened to her; she smiled and looked up at me. “Someone’s awake,” she whispered. Her reaction was unexpected, to say the least and şerifali escort I just got harder and harder as she held me. Soon I was fully erect and her hand gently squeezed my cock, I moaned and threw my head back on the pillows.

“John, I see your family was here today, it’s your eighteenth birthday today, right?” She was still whispering, still holding my dick, still smiling at me. I thought I might be dreaming. “It’s just terrible, being stuck here on your big day, huh?” As she was talking her hand started sliding up and down my cock. It felt incredible. I never wanted this to end.

“I see they got you a bunch of lame presents too.” They were piled in the room’s corner. “Nothing cool like a car, or a trip, or… a blowjob.” She smiled hugely at me and dipped her head over the head of my cock, just like that, her tongue swirling over the tip as she jacked the shaft.

I was so surprised, the feelings were so intense I came almost immediately. I pumped jet after jet into Ann’s mouth and she swallowed it all, milking my shaft with her fist, cleaning my slit with her tongue tip. Just a drop had escaped her mouth on one side, pearly in the dimness. Her eyes were closed in bliss as she sucked and swallowed.

The stimulation was so intense my cock stayed hard in her mouth, she freed it with a slurp. “Mmm, that was nice. Thank you, birthday boy. I liked it so much in fact…” Ann quickly went to the door, checked up and down the hallway, returned smiling. “John, be honest now, are you a virgin?” Ann asked me. She was lifting her skirt, shimmying out of her panties as she spoke. I simply nodded yes, too embarrassed to answer aloud and afraid if I did speak I’d break the spell I was under.

“I thought so. You seem kavacık escort like a nice boy who’d wait for his girl. Are you a nice boy, John?” Again I nodded, Ann was unbuttoning her uniform top and all further thinking was suspended until I could see her breasts. She was wearing a bra with a front closure, she unsnapped something and they tumbled free, large and pink with lovely erect nipples. I swallowed audibly and Ann giggled. “Oh, so you like them?” She was climbing onto the bed, straddling my crotch. “Too bad about the broken arms, I bet you wish you could play with my tits, huh?”

Her uniform shirt was bunched up on the sides and I finally saw her name-tag, that’s when I learned the name I’ll never forget. She was now gripping the base of my cock, aiming it at the entrance to her cunt. She was so hot, my cock had never felt that heat before. Ann whispered “Happy Birthday!” and slid herself down my pole.

I was glad Ann had drained me just before or I would have cum inside her right then, my first ever pussy felt so incredible, tight, velvety smooth, hot and alive. She stayed still for a moment, to let us both get used to the sensations. “I don’t always do this, you know,” she said, then she closed her eyes and began fucking herself silly on my hard cock.

She was keeping her torso mostly still while her hips rose and dropped on my pole. Her arms were together in front, pushing those tits out; they were wobbling so close to my face it was driving me nuts. Even leaning forward I couldn’t quite reach. Ann opened her eyes just then and saw my problem. She leaned forward and stuffed a boob into my mouth. Her nipple was rough and warm, I licked and sucked it like a baby, making Ann moan quietly.

Soon her hips caddebostan escort began churning faster, her head went back and soft cries began escaping her throat, I could feel when she began cumming around my cock. Her pussy gripped me like a vise, hot juice squirted into my lap and Ann’s bouncing on my peter was now short and violent, stabbing me inside her, using me as her fucktoy.

She came quietly but violently, pounding herself onto my crotch. She was still for a moment and then looked up at me again. “That was for me. This one will be for you.” Ann gave me a wicked smile that I remember to this day and impaled herself all the way on my cock. She leaned forward, slipped her arms around my neck and placed her mouth right by my ear. I could feel those wonderful breasts pillowing against my chest. She started whispering to me as she moved her hips, talking dirty to me, telling me how good my hard cock felt in her cunt. Her pussy had me by the root of my cock and she was playing me like a Stradivarius.

“Mmm, John, such a nice cock you have, makes my cunt feel so good, yes, does it make you feel good, John? Do you like my pussy, my hot tight cunt around your big hard cock? I bet it does John, your cock is making me feel fantastic.” Ann’s filthy talk was driving me to the brink, with a grunt I came for the second time that night, spewing my seed into Ann’s willing pussy.

Pulse after pulse shot into her twitching cunny as I strained upwards, willing my already buried cock even further in. Ann took all my cum, whispering in my ear how hot it felt, how much cum I was shooting, filling her up so good. She slid her hips around me without ever losing the deep connection we shared, my ecstasy doubled. She fed me a fat tit and I sucked as I came, jerking upwards, Ann telling me how good it was for her. I was in heaven, paradise. Never wanted it to end.

But it had to, eventually. I softened and fell out of Ann with a plop. She was still in my lap, smiling at me, looking into my eyes from an inch away. “Happy Birthday!” she whispered a final time as I drifted off to sleep.

The End.

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This story will be more meaningful if you first read ‘Taken…on a 7 Days, 8 Lays Cruise,’ then ‘Taken…& Pleasured at Nudist Resort,’ and then “Taken…To Buy a F***ing Machine.’

And I dedicate this series to all the awesome Claires, Kirstys, Tegans, Jennys and Paiges out there who happily drop their knickers, embrace their sexuality, are continually discovering the phenomenal pleasures lying hidden — and simply waiting to be uncovered – within their mysterious female bodies, and who are then willing to appropriately share their bodies and the wonderful sexual gifts that they, as females, have been blessed to have inherited.

* * * * *

It was early Spring when I started receiving increasingly urgent questions from Kirsty and Tegan about whether I was going to organise a summer holiday this year.

They didn’t want to miss out on their once-a-year opportunity to go away.

I could understand why they wanted to return to the nudist resort — there were kids their own age to hang out with…there were guys they could flirt with…they could see (close up) what hung between those guys’ legs…and they could dream or imagine how it might feel having some of the best well-hung meat on display thrust up between their legs…they could tease the guys…they would be admired by the guys…and some very pleasurable sex would inevitably come their way.

Jenny indicated she would love to join the party. When I mentioned this to Kirsty and Tegan they had just one — very enthusiastic — word, “Yes!”

It had been obvious to me for some time that Jenny and her sister Paige were very close, so it was probably no surprise when Jenny asked me if Paige could also come.

“If we can go two or three weeks later than last year, Paige will have turned eighteen,” Jenny suggested. “So she will be able to do everything we do.”

“And she might even let you take her virginity on the last night, which would be kinda cool for us sisters that this had then happened to both of us,” she added.

I immediately ruled that possibility out.

“No, if she comes as part of our group, she will have to surrender her virginity before the holiday begins.”

There was just one problem with my taking the five girls to the resort — I would not be able to bed each of them overnight on two occasions each.

My solution was to suggest that each of them would make herself available to me overnight on at least one occasion, and also on one other morning immediately after morning tea.

I’d again expect something special from the group on the last night, and (if I was up to it!) the remaining evening and morning slots (an apt word!) would be ‘Nick’s choice.’

So that is basically what we organised.

Actually it turned out quite well, because Jenny and Paige’s parents decided to move their holiday to the resort forward by one week to accommodate Paige’s 18th birthday celebrations. So Jenny and Paige would end up visiting the resort twice that summer.

I wondered how Paige would feel when leaving the resort the first time — her virginity still intact but knowing, when she returned a few weeks later, she would no longer have her virginity.

I rang Paige and had a talk to her. I wanted her to be very clear about what the ‘cost’ of the holiday would be to her, and I wanted to ensure she had contraceptive protection.

She was VERY keen to join us.

I then asked her about losing her virginity when she turned 18. I discovered that there was no one young man who she wanted to ‘reward’. So I volunteered to prepare her for the holiday, as I had done to Tegan before we departed on that cruise several years earlier.

A few weeks later Paige rang me back to tell me “I’m yours when I turn 18.”

I had, months earlier, had a very close look at that photograph of Jenny and Paige, before giving it to them to give to their parents. So I had a clear idea of what Paige would be revealing to me when she was getting undressed to receive her first fuck.

I could hardly wait.

* * * * *

Earlier in the year, Kirsty had turned 21.

She asked me to give her “a special birthday fuck — something I’ll never forget.”

She was somewhat surprised when I suggested that her “special birthday fuck” should more appropriately come from the young man who had taken her virginity. After all, he is a uniquely special man in her life.

I told her that I would be very happy taking her to bed the night before she turned 21, would (as usual) be happy to have my erection as deep inside her as possible, and would be especially pleased to have her in bed with me when we both awoke on her birthday.

Kirsty was intrigued.

She had never thought of inviting Jason (I discovered that was his name) to screw her on her 21st birthday. But the idea had appeal.

“We are still friends, but don’t keep in contact all that often. But I’d love to see if his sexual technique has improved. My first time with Jason was not something I’ll remember as being particularly romantic or especially yakacık escort exciting.”

“You’ll have to think up something special for that pleasure-before-pain moment,” I suggested.

“I’m sure he’ll deserve punishment for having taken your virginity…and you’ll need punishment for now being so sexually available to him,” I jokingly suggested.

“Ah, yes!” she replied.

I gave Kirsty £500/$1,000 for her birthday to buy a new set of clothes. That’s not very romantic but, considering how much the family struggled financially, I knew it was a gift that would be really appreciated by Kirsty…and by her Mum.

She had strict instructions that her purchases must include something of everything — panties, bras, shoes or sandals, a top, a skirt or pants, and a small piece of jewellery. And I told her she would have to allow me to watch while she dressed into each piece she had purchased — and that I’d be ensuring everything was a good fit.

“That’s fine,” she said. “But I intend to buy a dominatrix outfit, a whip and a cane — so you had better watch out!”

I retorted by saying that she would look very enticing with a couple of welts running across her backside from receiving the cane…and I could not wait to have her bending over and receiving “a couple of the best.”

I imagined Kirsty there.

I would strip off her pants, exposing her bare bum. Instruct her to touch her toes. Let her wait. Let her anticipate what was to come. Then I’d give her baby-smooth, very feminine backside a very gentle rub with my hand. Just like I do in bed! She’d think I might be having second thoughts — and was about to take her to bed.

I’d run the cane up and down, back and forward between her legs. Perhaps let her clit and ‘tween labial area get a small feel of the cane’s natural notches. Tease her some more — perhaps just wiggle the cane up and down, almost as if I was flicking her clit with my fingers. Then I’d withdraw the cane…

And rapidly, forcefully lay it on her beautiful bare backside. Thwack!

She’d instantly, involuntarily, eject some pee.

She’d feel a few drops on the inside of her legs. I’d notice a few droplets on the polished wooden floor.

She’d yell. She’d start to cry. She’d beg me to stop.

A second, equally forceful Thwack would inevitably follow.

She’d scream some more.

Her previously pristine backside would now be turning visibly red…welts would be appearing. Two lines of them. Perfectly placed!

She would not want to sit down for days…not even to pee!

Perhaps a scintilla of blood — just a few tiny droplets — would be exuded from those welts…to later leave a little stain on her knickers as a further reminder to her of the folly of her purchase.

And over the next few days a couple lines of bruises would develop, which she would wear for several weeks.

Buying that cane, Kirsty, would be a bad call. A very bad call!

Fortunately for her, she didn’t buy the leather or the cane (but I made a mental note that these were things I should consider getting for her at some future time — the prospect of laying that set of train tracks on her pert little backside had considerable perverse appeal!).

Instead she shared the money with Tegan, explaining to me that “Tegan probably needs new clothes more than I do at this point in time.”

And, the good sports that Kirsty and Tegan are, they DID allow me to watch them getting dressed in every one of their new purchases, and allowed me to then check each item for size.

It was particularly fun checking the fit of their bras and panties. And both girls had purchased a couple of bras and a pack of panties!

With the first pair of panties I simply ran my hand down the front of the pantie to between their legs, checking it was a snug fit.

When they climbed into the second pair, I did the same — but my hand went down under the elastic.

And with the third pair, my hand went the same way down – but a finger strayed into the now-damp little areas between their labia.

And I also checked the backside fit of each of the panties, running my hand up under the elastic. This, of course, forced the back of the panties into the girls’ bum cleavages and allowed me to give each of the girls’ buttocks a tease of a squeeze.

They probably weren’t all that impressed being groped in this way…but they played along…

Until both girls decided I should be in a similar state of undress and proceeded to strip me.

They would have already assumed that I had a hard-on, so its appearance was not much of a surprise. But when they removed my undies, they may well have noticed there was a little damp patch where the tip of my penis had been trying to burst out of the fabric.

Between the two of them, they had purchased at least one of each of the items of clothing I’d suggested.

“But I’ve also thought about that piece of jewellery,” Kirsty announced. “And I’ve decided on samandıra escort a labial piercing.”

“It’s a bar that goes from one labia across to the other. So I’ll have to unscrew it whenever I want a screw, and it will bar the entrance to my love tunnel whenever I don’t,” she explained.

“And so Nick, you’ll never get to see me wearing it!” she suggested.

“But that’s not all. I’m getting a tattoo to go with it. One running parallel to my Brazilian and reading ‘Nick in anytime’ with an arrow pointing to my love tunnel entrance.”

“Just kidding!” she exclaimed when she saw that I was horrified at the idea of her piercing or tattooing herself down there.

That caning would be a far preferable, far more temporary – and, perhaps, far more appropriate – form of female bodily mutilation, I thought to myself.

“In fact I’ve bought an engagement ring. I hope you don’t mind,” she then announced, taking out an engagement ring.

“And I decided it would be very special if I had one that’s exactly the same as Mum’s. What do you think Nick?”

For a second I was perplexed. But then I laughed — once I realised that she had simply borrowed her Mum’s engagement ring to tease me!!

“Seriously though, I’ve bought a friendship ring, It’s something I can wear all the time, and continually be reminded of you,” she said proudly showing me her purchase.

I got a big hug.

Then Tegan interjected. “How about taking me to bed now Nick?”

…which elicited an immediate response from Kirsty, “Hey, it’s my birthday, not yours!”

Kirsty spent her 21st birthday eve with me. In bed. I don’t think there was much sleep — just a lot more kissing,

cuddling,

fondling and sucking her nubile titties,

fondling her responsive clit,

finger-fucking her,

having my manhood squeezed and pulled and sucked,

being instructed (several times) to “get him in and give it to me.”

And, in between, a fair amount of slap and tickle (real, genuine, slap and tickle!).

I can only think that it’s a good job my mattress is well-sprung!

* * * * *

It was the Monday morning after Paige had turned 18. That was five days before she was to come to my home to receive her first-ever fucking. I was about to leave for work.

It was Jenny. It was not her normal voice.

“I’m hoping you can help. A guy attempted to rape Paige yesterday. He actually pulled her panties off, had her down on the bed, and had told her she wouldn’t be able to leave until she had sex with him. She escaped, but is now quite distressed and quite rattled. She hasn’t said anything to Mum or Dad, and really doesn’t want to do so. I trust you, I know you can give good advice, so I’m hoping you’ll be able to help.”

“Was she physically injured in any way?” I enquired.

“No, she’s just really upset,” Jenny replied.

“Can you bring her over straight away and I’ll ring work and tell them I won’t be in today. I’ll have a chat with her, and together we can decide what is the best thing to do.”

An hour later Jenny and Paige arrived.

I apologised to Paige that she would have to recount the details of what had happened to her yesterday, and checked that she was comfortable talking about what had happened in front of her sister.

Paige is very pretty and, unsurprisingly, she had received many requests from guys to have sex with them. Her stock response had been “Not until after I turn 18.”

She had gone to a friend’s house yesterday morning, expecting to hang out with him for the day. He was home alone. She had (foolishly, as it turns out) gone into his bedroom where he had pushed her onto the bed and immediately dragged off her panties.

She had protested, told him she had just turned 18, that she was still a virgin, that there was no way she was going to have sex with him, to which he responded “You told me you would have sex with me when you turned 18. You’re 18 now, so it’s time to deliver…and there is no way you are leaving until after we’ve had it off.”

Paige, cleverly, worked out a way to escape. She told the guy, whose name is Jack, that if he thought he was going to have sex with her, then they had both better get undressed first. She removed her sandals and pretended to be undressing. When he dropped his jeans to just below his knees, she bolted. Fortunately the front door to the house was unlocked and she was able to reach her car and lock herself in, before driving away. She left without her sandals or her panties.

She, understandingly, hadn’t slept a wink that night and just kept thinking about what had happened and what could have happened.

I told her, on behalf of all the decent males in the world, that I was sorry this had happened and assured her that it should not have happened. I also told her that, despite having made two small mistakes (going into his bedroom when only the two of them were in the house, and telling him she was a virgin — because this sancaktepe escort would have only increased his desire to have sex with her, there and then) she had handled the situation incredibly well…and it was great to learn that she had not been physically harmed.

I asked her what she now thought of Jack, and whether she wanted to report this attempted rape to the police.

“I never want to see him again,” she replied. “And I really don’t want to tell the police, let alone Mum and Dad.”

“I don’t think he should be let off scot free and hear nothing more about this,” I suggested. “So how about later today I ring him, pretend I’m a policeman, tell him that you have reported the incident, and I’ll put the wind up him. And I’ll organise for your sandals and undies to be returned.”

Paige liked that idea – but didn’t really want her panties back because she thought she would never be able to wear them again.

I then asked Paige if she knew what advice was often given to bike riders or horse riders when they had a fall.

“Get straight back on and go riding again,” she replied.

“Well, I think perhaps something similar should happen now. If you are still willing for me to be the man who takes you to bed and lets you experience for the first time what adults do in bed, then I’m going to suggest I take you to bed now. It will be a new experience for you, hopefully will be a much more pleasant experience than what happened yesterday, and it will give you something completely different to think about in bed tonight.”

“And all we will really be doing is moving your first-time experience forward by five or six days. What do you think of that suggestion?”

She agreed, realising that she must now try to put yesterday’s incident out of her mind…and accepting that the first-ever erection thrust up between her legs would undoubtedly help her to do exactly that.

I asked Jenny to excuse us for an hour or so, while Paige and I went to the bedroom. I also promised I would take both of them out to lunch for a small celebration once Paige and I had completed the small challenge that we had just set ourselves.

As soon as I closed the bedroom door Paige said she was apprehensive, a little scared. “Do you think it will hurt?” she asked.

She had heard that other girls suffered pain from their first penetration, many bled — some quite a lot…some even for days afterwards — as their vaginal walls were forcibly parted by the man’s thrusting erection, and some girls had so much trouble accepting the man’s penis into their vaginal canal that they needed to visit a doctor to have their vaginas surgically or mechanically opened.

I admitted to her that some pain was likely, but reassured her that most girls felt minimal pain.

“You can’t stay a virgin all your life and just get your sexual satisfaction from masturbating,” I suggested. “So try not to focus on the pain but think of how much pleasure you’ll get from receiving your first load of cum, and from whatever happens after that. And I think you’ve probably also heard that girls and women really love having sex with men…so you’ll be right.”

I deliberately took things very slowly. I told Paige how attractive she was, I told her how much I had enjoyed meeting her at the photographic shoot, and how much I was looking forward to her being able to join us on holiday.

As she undressed, I continued to remark how blessed she was to have such a great body. I asked if I could touch her, squeeze her, kiss her, cuddle her.

She was very accommodating.

She did have a great body…as I’d discovered months earlier when closely examining that photo of her in which she seemed to be very proudly flaunting her teenage, virginal private bits — her nice, firm, well rounded teenage breasts; her prominent mons with its covering of pubic hair (of which, of course, I had been given a sample and, I must admit, had lovingly rubbed between my fingers on more than one occasion; and which was now being offered to me for my first ‘real feel’ when I was to run my fingers through it); and her beguiling little slit guarded by some very feminine labial covers that my erection would soon be gently prising apart.

I invited her to play with me…to become acquainted with my by-now quite-erect manhood. She did so, hesitatingly at first…but soon she was squeezing it, gently tugging it, perhaps subconsciously just wanting it thrust inside her ever-moistening vagina.

“Oh, it’s big,” she observed. “Are you sure it will be able to get inside?”

I assured her it would. And we’d keep trying until it did — even if that took all day…and until its entire length was snuggly fitting inside her beautiful little body.

I then spent a long time, a very long time touching her body — especially her tits and the area between her legs.

She seemed to really enjoy that.

And I had the feeling that she’d been touched there before — perhaps by her own fingers, perhaps by a number of young men who had been able to slide a hand inside her panties, hoping (to their frustration!) to be allowed to ‘go further’.

I thought her clitoris was slightly bigger, or slightly more engorged, than her sister’s. I certainly enjoyed circling it with my finger, giving it the gentlest of squeezes, sucking it, licking it. Paige very obviously enjoyed the attention it was receiving.

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Tommy had to pinch himself to prove he was not dreaming. He was parked in a car with Jemmina Moore’s beautiful stepmother. She had offered to drive him home if he ran an errand for her on the way. They had not gone far when she drove in behind some bush and turned off the motor.

Mrs. Moore was magnificent. Tall and tanned her body was a magnet to his eyes. Her long legs and the tight hard skin of her flat stomach had quickly created a sexual fantasy in his mind and in his cock which throbbed in his pants.

She had not changed out of her tiny bikini before jumping into the driving seat leaving very little of her body hidden from his probing eyes. He took his time checking her over. On closer inspection he could see the edge of a large breast peeping out of her tiny bra and the swollen mound of her pussy pushing at the wisp of cloth between her tanned legs. He licked his suddenly dry lips as the thought struck him that she would be magnificent stretched out on a bed nude with her legs spread wide waiting for him.

To Tommy Mrs. Moore was a walking wet dream, out of his class and normally well out of his reach. His head spun as it struck him that that may not be the case today. Mrs Moore had asked some questions about being discreet and before he had time to sort out what was happening she had ran her hands up the front of his pants and whispered “Now’s your chance,”

His brain was ticking over fast. All sorts of thoughts and images flashed through it as he continued to run his eyes over the exciting body of this rich mans wife. What should I do? I’m a working class boy from the wrong side of the tracks. I don’t want her claiming that I attacked her but I don’t want to miss an opportunity. Amid all the confusing thoughts reality hit him when he remembered how she had made the first move. Deciding he had nothing to lose he started to slide across the seat towards her

He had been so consumed by his thoughts and dreams that he jumped when she whispered, “Let’s get out of the car there will be more room.” Giving him no time to respond she pushed the door open and stepped out ordering him to, “grab that rug from the back seat.”

Tommy had spent many hours stroking his cock thinking and planning how he would treat his first sex partner. He had made up his mind to be gentle and loving but that was not to be. Before he could say or do anything Mrs Moore turned quickly and pushed him down so his head was inches from her pussy. “Eat me sweetie,” she ordered as she stripped her tiny bikini away.

Tom needed no further orders. He dived his head down between her thighs his hands gripping the cheeks of her arse as his eyes devoured her wet clean shaven pussy lips. “My god I didn’t thing pussy lips would be so big,” he mumbled as he licked along their length before bringing one hand around so his fingers could prize them open to make it easy for his tongue to enter.

All thoughts of being gentle disappeared as he smelt her arousal and tasted the sweet juice of a woman on heat. He knew he was moving too fast but given his brief history as a lover he felt that this opportunity would not last.

Through his haze of lust he heard Mrs Moore moan, “oh my god,” and felt her hands grab his head. Thinking that she was going to push him away he attacked her pussy with renewed vigour. If this is my last opportunity then I will make the best of it he thought as he ran his finger around the crease of her arse and pushed it inside.

Tommy felt her body shiver at his fingers intrusion then heard her moan and felt her hands return to his head. For a minute he thought he had gone too far fearing that she was going to stop him. Expecting the worst he grunted in surprise when she roughly rammed his face into to her pussy. “Lick it,” she growled.

She did not have to tell him twice. His cry of joy was smothered in her juices as he vigorously returned to licking and kissing her pussy. Many minutes later Tommy felt her body buck and shudder and realised it was a result of his tongue finding and licking her enlarged clit. Responding to her moans he licked that hard nub again and again.

Everything was new to Tommy. His young brain was working overtime registering each new experience trying to remember them so he could repeat the things that seemed to turn her on. He loved the smell and taste of her pussy. He loved the way certain things made her body flinch and jump but knew that he was an inexperienced lover and hoped that he was doing it right. His brain was a jumble of conflicting thoughts when he mouthed her pussy trying to eat it all before his tongue returned to that hard nub that seemed to be the spot that excited her most.

Tommy loved Mrs. Moore’s pussy. He loved its smell. He loved the feel of the round cheeks of her arse in his hands and he loved the way he could make her body respond by concentrating on her clit. He wanted to say something, to tell her of the thoughts that were flashing through his brain but he could not think of sefaköy escort words to describe how he felt finally mumbling, “I love you.”

Veronica Moore was overwhelmed. She looked down at Tommy’s bobbing head. This young bugger was raping her pussy with his tongue. His finger was invading her rear; it was a long time since anyone had gone down on her with such enthusiasm. He had not come up for air. He was not delicate nor tender in his lovemaking but there was no doubt in her mind as she watched his bobbing head and listened to his moans that he would make a fabulous lover..

Her clit was reacting to his tongue sending electric shocks through her belly. “My god,” she moaned, “where did you learn to kiss like this?” She stopped talking and grabbed his head to steady herself as she felt her stomach shudder again. She had shuddered before under his tongues assault but this time her juices started to flow. Then she lost control her pussy pulsed again and her knees grew weak.

She felt dizzy as her brain registered that she had come more than once. Struggling to stand she clutched his head pulling his face hard into her waiting pussy. Within seconds she was rewarded when her move brought his tongue back on to her clit. She caught her breath as she felt him hold her clit with his teeth. “My god,” she moaned. “That’s fabulous, don’t stop sweetheart, don’t stop.”

Tommy heard her moans but he could not reply his face was buried in her pussy. You need not worry he thought I have no intention of stopping. He slid another finger into her pussy down under his mouth and tongue, filling that warm velvety passage that was so welcoming and wet.

Veronica groaned as she felt his extra finger. Most of her lovers before she married were loath to kiss her pussy. Those that did did so only briefly, before ramming their cock home. Her husband had hurt her on their wedding night when he responded to her plea to kiss her pussy by growling, “I’ll never kiss that smelly thing.”

Veronica Moore had spent months looking for a suitable sexual partner. She wanted one who was unknown to her crowd especially her millionaire husband. She did not want to jeopardise her marriage but her elderly limp dicked husband left her sexually dissatisfied. Many of the men they mixed with socially had made it clear they would love to bed her but they were too old or too well known to her husband and his circle of friends.

Tommy was much younger than any of her husband’s associates and from the other side of town. She had been surprised when she found him in their kitchen with Molly. They had a guilty look and smelt of sex.

She had made up her mind on the spot to use Tommy to relieve her frustrations and then dump him. He had caught her by surprise when his mouth and tongue attacked her pussy with such enthusiasm that she had lost control. She looked down on his strong young back his face hidden between her legs and knew she had found what she had been looking for.

She shuddered as his lips sucked on her clit again bringing her back to reality. Her body was now responding each time she felt his mouth and lips suck and hold her clit. She felt giddy her legs were trembling she started to stagger, she struggled to stand, “my god that’s lovely,” she moaned.

Tommy’s tongue had started to grow tired, his lips were becoming numb. He did not know whether to continue to kiss her pussy or to try something different. He started to again move his finger in and out of her arse when he heard her groans. If that’s what she likes he thought that’s what she’ll get. He pushed his face in closer so his mouth could continue to devour her clit and worked his finger in and out.

He was stunned when she grabbed a handful of his hair and pulled his head back her hands holding his hair so tight it hurt. His heart skipped a beat as his eyes focused in the light. What did I do wrong he thought, then realised he wasn’t in trouble when he heard a low moan before he felt her body shudder. Tommy was elated, his ego soared. He was sure he was making Mrs Moore come.

She looked down at him as he struggled to return his mouth to her pussy. “My god you are too much, but I don’t want you to stop,” she cried. “Let me lie down love, my legs are weak, I can’t stand up any longer.”

Veronica needed to take control. Seeing and opportunity to slow things down she started to undress him. “Your still fully dressed let me get you out of those clothes,” she groaned as she slumped down on her knees. Tommy was pleased to let her have her way. He slipped her bra and top off leaving her totally nude except for her high heels. He took the opportunity as she struggled with his pants to run his hands up over her breasts and down the curve of her back.

He could not believe how good it felt to run his hands down along the curves of her slim waist and hips to the magnificent round hard cheeks of her arse. “I love your arse,” he whispered “it’s beykent escort fabulous.” “Only my arse?” she asked with a smile as she worked on his clothes. “All of you,” he groaned. His hands continued to caress the silky skin of her back as she undressed him.

Mrs Moore did not know that Tommy was a top sportsman. She was surprised at the size and obvious strength of his body. “My god you’re built. You have a fantastic body,” she whispered as she ran her hands over his chest and down over his hips before taking a hold on his cock. “Tell me sweetie are you a virgin? Have you had a woman before?” His stuttering cry of “no never,” sent shivers through her body.

Tommy was embarrassed at the way he had stuttered when she asked if he was a virgin. His embarrassment disappeared immediately when Mrs. Moore took his head in her hands and kissed him. “We will soon fix that,” she growled. “It will be a new experience for both of us. I have never had a virgin lover.”

Tommy’s mouth was dry his eyes seemed to fill up with moisture as he watched her straighten the blanket then lie down on her back with her legs spread wide. “Come here young man,” she giggled. “Your virgin days are over. Shove that big thing into me and fuck me.”

Veronica Moore stretched as the maid drew the curtains and called quietly. “Good morning Madam it’s nine o`clock. It’s a lovely day, is there anything I can do for you?” Veronica lay for a minute watching Molly. Oh Molly she thought, if only you knew what you did for me yesterday.

She slipped one hand down between her legs and ran her fingers over her pussy before sitting up. “No thanks Molly I think I will stay in bed a little longer this morning.” As Molly left Mrs. Moore thought back to yesterday. Young Tommy had fucked and sucked her for hours. “I thought he would never get soft,” she groaned as she slipped her hands down to touch her pussy. She flinched as her fingers opened her pussy lips. She was a little tender this morning. “No wonder,” she groaned .Her husband hadn’t touched her for weeks and then by chance she had found this horny young lad. Hours of sex after weeks of sexual famine had left her body tender to touch.

She cupped her breasts and found that they too were tender to touch after hours of young Tommy’s massaging and kissing. “What a day,” she groaned, as she tried to recall all the things he had done to her and all the things she had done to him. It had been fantastic. After he had kissed her pussy for what seemed like hours the first time. She had spread a blanket on the grass and laid back opening her legs wide so he could see her pussy shining with come. “Fuck me,” she groaned as she saw the size of his organ.

The first time had been rough and urgent. He had ridden her like a stallion rode a mare pounding her pussy until he came. She started to writhe and wriggle on the bed as she remembered how Tommy’s cock flooded her insides continuing to spurt and pulse as he slowed the pace of his thrusts. Her breath caught in her throat as she recalled how he groaned and grunted each time he emptied a large load of hot come into her pussy.

To her surprise he didn’t slow down after coming but kept going, regaining his momentum. His cock remained hard and the power of his strokes if anything grew stronger. “Steady on,” she had moaned as she felt her self come. Her pussy was leaking copiously as she recalled how she had wrapped her legs and arms around him to slow him down. “Kiss me,” she had groaned in his ear when she pulled his head down to her breasts. In response Tommy’s thrusts seemed to grow faster. “Take your time,” she gasped as she tried to regain control, “we have tons of time.”

She couldn’t recall him slowing down except when he wanted to try something different. He had rolled her over on to her knees and growled “dog fashion” as he entered her from behind. The vigour of his thrust pushed her head down into the blanket as he gripped her waist and gathered momentum. She shook her head as she recalled the strength of his arms as he pulled her body back up off the blanket on to his cock. Her weight and her movements had not worried him. He continued to hold her body off the ground so his cock could slam the bottom of her pussy. She could not recall how many times she came. She remembered a series of little mini orgasms some much larger than others. Especially the one that drained her when he played with her clit while he reamed her arse.

She relaxed cuddling up in her bed as she recalled how they had fucked in every position imaginable. She had had enough when she drove him home but he wanted more. She groaned as she remembered how he had fucked her on the front seat of her car and then as she lay across the bonnet in the dimly lit street of his working class suburb.

He had in the space of a few hours become the most enthusiastic inventive and exciting lover she had ever had and she had had many. He had wanted to try everything. kayaşehir escort Loving her, admiring her, fucking her, then as the night wore on becoming kinder more gentle as they started to make love not just fuck.

Later as she stood in the shower discovering love bites on her bottom, her thighs, her shoulder and her hip, she laughed she looked at her self in the mirror and whispered, “I’ll have to teach him not to leave marks.” She shook her head and laughed. His excitement and enthusiasm was contagious. He explored every inch of her body telling her how she was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. He made everything they did seem so new, so exciting, that she had been caught up in his enthusiasm.

“My god he was fun. I loved it.” She was still smiling as she towelled herself down.

She had taken her time smothering her body with oils perfumes and powders making up her mind that she wanted to spend more time with young Tommy. She had tried to rationalise and explain the way she had became obsessed with this young bugger but couldn’t. “He’s just a passing fad, a one night stand,” she told herself, but she knew as she said it that that was not true. She would want much more from young Tommy.

Back in the shower to clean up the mess her thoughts of Tommy had created she started to think of the consequences if she was caught with this young man. As the morning wore on she came to the conclusion that she would have to create a reason for meeting with him or run the risk of creating a scandal by being caught or seen once too often in his company.

Veronica drove in to town and called on her husband. She was a little tentative when she told him over lunch that she was thinking of becoming more involved in local community or school organisations. His reaction surprised and excited her. He leant across the table to kiss her. “That’s wonderful, I have been meaning to sponsor some school teams or offer trophies for local youth competitions but I just haven’t had time to talk to the school community. You could do it for me.”

Even though her heart was galloping at the opportunity that had opened up so quickly, she pretended some reluctance eventually agreeing to call on the college at his request. Leaving the luncheon she could not stop smiling. All she had to do now was organise for Tommy to represent the school. The headmaster proved to be just as helpful as her husband agreeing to her idea that a successful athlete such as Tom Slack should meet with her to make recommendations to her husbands company.

Veronica smiled to herself as she drove away. Her pussy had become sopping wet when she talked to the head master about Tommy. Just the mention of his name created intense feelings that she was unable to control. She squeezed her legs together as a shudder struck her body. “Oh my,” she sighed. “That proves it. I want him.” She sat silent for a moment then groaned, “I have to have him.”

Tommy couldn’t concentrate in the gym. “What’s wrong with you to day?” coach called when he made a mess of a number of simple exercises. “He has a horn coach. He needs a woman.” Harry called from across the mat. “He needs to lose his cherry.”

Tommy blushed as he listened to the laughter and taunts of his team mates. He had grown horny as he recalled what had happened to him last night.

He had a raging horn all morning. Mrs Moore, bloody hell Mrs. Moore, he thought as he shook his head in disbelief. She was awesome. He wasn’t game to tell anyone what had happened. She had said no one must know. He realised she was right, anyway he thought my mates wouldn’t believe me if I tried.

At they left school Harry whispered, “Bloody hell wouldn’t you like one like that,” as Veronica Moore drew alongside in her Mercedes. She waved them over and asked “Are you Tom Slack?” Tommy looked nervously at Harry, “yes maam” he stuttered. “Can I help you?”

Harry gasped in admiration as she slid out of her car. The sun shone on her stockings where she had allowed her skirt to slide up showing much more leg than necessary. Her cream suit fitted her perfectly allowing glimpses of what looked like a sheer see through blouse. The outfit was cut so the shape of her body was not hidden from a discerning eye. The bulge of her bust gave way to a tiny waist then flared to her hips, the skirt tight round her fabulous thighs just short enough to tease but not so short as to look sluttish.

A cheeky grin lit up her face as she introduced herself. “Hi I’m Mrs Moore you can call me Veronica. I have just spoken to your headmaster about some sports sponsorships from my husbands companies. He agreed that you should work with me to prepare some ideas for their consideration.” Harry was still perving on her backside when Tom responded. “That’s wonderful we badly need financial sponsorships for our sporting teams.” His mind raced full of ideas none of them to do with sponsorships as he added, “it will be my pleasure to work with you.”

Harry accepted a lift and was dropped at his gate leaving Tom in the car with Veronica. “Do you like my sponsorship idea” she asked as they drove away. Before Tom could answer she passed him a cell phone, “keep this so I can ring you when I’m free.” She laughed, “We have an excuse to work closely together and I want to be able to get you when I want you.”

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I was a virgin. But then so was Holly, and tomorrow was to be our wedding day! We were both excited, and a bit terrified. I mean, I had no “experience” at all….Oh yeah…I had seen lots of pictures…even as a teenager I was able to get hold of dirty magazines…but I had never REALLY seen a pair of boobs. Well, that wasn’t totally true. There was a door in our old farmhouse that separated my room from my younger and developing nicely, sister’s room. I had watched through the keyhole a few times as she got ready for bed. But I don’t count that. I had never had the opportunity to touch a girl’s body in that way…and as far as below the waist was concerned, I had only seen that in pictures.

Holly on the other hand was a little ahead of me. She had worked for a hospital as a Nurse Aide since getting out of high school. Part of her job of caring for patients involved giving “sponge baths” to patients who could not bathe themselves. She had at least seen “guy’s equipment” up close and handled it. But she was far from experienced in these matters, like me, she knew what was supposed to happen, but doing it was another thing all together. She had never allowed a guy to feel anywhere he was not supposed to, and had ended more than one date early because a guy would not take no for an answer. She was so innocent about “such things” I found out later that just a week before the wedding, her foster mother found out she had never established birth control for herself. She just didn’t think about it…the thought of getting pregnant never crossed her mind.

Now, I am a normal guy, I just grew up being taught strong moral beliefs. Holly lost her parents at an early age and grew up in foster homes. These families also held strong moral beliefs, and she and I…well…we just never got “involved” that way with the opposite sex.

It wasn’t that I didn’t have the desire to have a sexual encounter, the fact is I thought about it all the time. I heard all the “talk” about girls at school, and undressed them with my eyes just as much as any other guy. I had many “sessions” as a teenager “taking care of the need’ the way most boys my age did. In my late night fantasies, I made love to every girl in the school! Yep, like most boys my age the Sears catalog was my first “Playboy” magazine! But somehow I just could not bring myself to try and take that step. Maybe a lot of it was not having the opportunity, and being a bit on the shy side as well. I never had any dates while in high school, and was so shy that I never had any girlfriends. The first time I kissed a girl was after high school, if that tells you anything about how shy I was!

We dated a lot, and we did a lot of very heavy kissing, but it didn’t go beyond that. There was one night that we got very hot and heavy in her apartment. We were on the couch kissing up a storm and it got uncomfortable. She got up, took my hand and led me to her bedroom. Now our wedding was 2 weeks away, and even though she led me to her bedroom, It was more of a “We’ll have more room to kiss” thing than an invitation to make love to her. But it was getting pretty heavy and I must admit I was more than willing to go further, though I was not (yet) trying to get further. Then the doorbell rings…it’s my brother…he saw my car and dropped by to visit. He didn’t stay long, but it crashed the mood. I have wondered to this day, just how far it might have gone if we’d not been disturbed. I knew that she wanted to stay a virgin till she was married…and no matter how much I wanted it, I could not bring myself to push her into sex. Besides that…I loved her…and didn’t want to do anything to lose her….she trusted me…and she was worth the wait.

We didn’t talk about sex much, even when it was just days before the wedding. We both knew it was going to happen and I think we were both excited about it. But we just didn’t know how to bring up the subject with each other, both of us shy I guess and afraid of offending the other. The only discussion we ever had about sex was in how we wanted to wait till marriage since we both saw it as an ultimate gift, one we could only give once, so it needed to be THE time and with THE person.

I lay there that night in bed…thinking about the ceremony in the morning….and thinking even more about that night ahead. I had no idea how to go about it. How do you go from checking into your motel room and taking your luggage in, to getting naked for the first time in front of the opposite gender and having sex? Once you were naked, when was it the right moment to actually “do it”? I had no clue! Everything that had been “taboo” and “inappropriate” was now in one short ceremony going to become allowable and expected and acceptable! How would she react? I mean…I am sure she was having some of the same questions.

Morning merter escort came….I got dressed…butterflies in my stomach as I waited for time to go to the church. It was going to be a small wedding, just our closest family members. My mother, father, 2 sisters, brother…she had a brother and 3 sisters, though they didn’t spend many years together as kids…growing up in separate foster homes. The clock seemed to crawl…I was excited and very nervous…and wishing it was over with…but then comes the “other” part….and I was even more nervous about THAT!

The wedding began. Holly came down the aisle looking beautiful in a dress my mother had made for her. The ceremony was very simple, nothing fancy as we just didn’t have the money for the frills and fluff. We said our vows and exchanged rings, a kiss and that was it. The wedding was short and sweet, but beautiful in its honesty and simplicity. It fit us perfectly…honest and simple.

My mother had put together a reception, and there was about 30 people waiting for us. We did the usual “feed each other cake and punch” business…opened some gifts….and then we went to change and get ready to take off on our honeymoon. We were now married, but she changed back in the bride room, I stayed just as I was.

The honeymoon was going to be simple. We didn’t have a lot of money to spend, and in 3 days we both had to be back to our jobs. We were going to drive to a larger town about 50 miles away, and would be checking into a nice motel, we even got the Bridal Suite. I never quite understood that….the only difference from other rooms was it had a bigger bed, now that I could understand…but it also had a second room to it…sort of like a living room….what newlywed couple needs that? I mean…you spend your time in bed right? If it had been winter and it had a fireplace, well, I could have understood that. But it was summer and there was no fireplace. We looked inside, but never went into that room at all. The motel had a pool and we did take swimsuits. She had a great bikini…and a great body to wear it on. We’d gone swimming many times while dating and I still remember how she looked in that bikini!

I was not prepared for what I saw when she came out…she was dressed in a tight navy blue hot pants outfit! The top was white with little navy blue hearts all over it. It was a one piece outfit that zipped up the back. Man…it was short…and tight…and those black pantyhose…I always was a sucker for black pantyhose.

We said our goodbyes and got in the car and sped away. They didn’t mess up our car….I was pretty proud of it and made it clear I didn’t want it messed with. My brother gave chase on his motorcycle all the way to the city limits, and then we were alone. Married…man and wife…heading for our honeymoon…in just a few short hours…..oh my goodness….this was really happening!

Nerves, stress and excitement equal exhaustion. Holly fell asleep about half way there. She lay there with her head in my lap and those beautiful legs all stretched out across the seat. It was almost more than I could bear! I wanted to run my hands up and down them, but it was funny, still thinking “dating” I maintained the same “respect” I had always done. As I drove along I thought about how I would soon see her totally naked and about the things we were going to do…I still could not believe it was happening!

We got to the motel, but our room was not quite ready…the last couple was late checking out…we had to kill an hour while the maid worked on the room! I could not believe it! Looking back..I can imagine that that couple just had to make love again and hence the “delay”. By now my hormones were driving me wild! We took a short drive to a small nearby town and she showed me where an uncle of hers used to work and where an aunt used to live. It was hard to be very interested, but I did my best. By the time we got back, our room was ready; I carried her across the threshold, took our stuff in, and locked the door. The room was comfortably lit by the light that filtered in through the curtains…Holly said that her outfit was a bit tight and uncomfortable so she was going to go change. It was an outfit she had worn for her senior photos, and that was 2 years ago…she looked hot in it, but I am sure it was not that comfortable for her. I know it was making me uncomfortable, but in a good way!

She went to change and I tried to figure out the next move…..I thought of all the TV shows I had seen…the honeymoon stereotypes…the couple would out to eat, dancing, and all sorts of things…then that night…she goes into the bathroom and comes out in a really sexy and revealing gown….or she holes herself up in the bathroom and finds bağcılar escort excuses to stay in there, being afraid to come out. I thought about the options…since I was expecting the whole sexy nightgown routine…maybe…go for a swim…and then out to eat…and then come back and then…? I was not prepared for what happened next!

She came out, but clad only in her bra and panties! It was only about 3 in the afternoon…so…I guess what I was expecting was not the way it was going to play out. But that was fine with me! My eyes must have been big…..I had only seen this in the Sears catalog, never in reality! We stretched across the bed…and began to kiss, gently at first, but then it became hot and passionate. We were deeply French kissing and I was rubbing my hands over areas I had never tried or had opportunity to touch before. I felt like I was going to explode inside! It was heavenly!

I finally got bold enough to unhook her bra…she offered no resistance…and let me slide it off and made no attempt to cover herself. I began to caress her breasts, and gently kiss and suck her nipples. I was touching breasts for the first time in my life! It was fantastic…and sucking her pert nipples was so delightful and I could tell she was enjoying it as well. Her breasts wee not large, but very shapely and very firm. I was amazed at their softness and overwhelmed by her beauty. I slid my hands down further and on inside her panties. This was another first…she flinched a bit….it was a first for her too, but she opened her legs for me. Since I wanted to experience her fully as I had never actually seen a woman “down there”, I slowly slipped her panties off…and then hurried out of my own clothing. We pulled the covers back and began to kiss and caress each other.

She began to caress my penis, amazed at how it “grew” to her touch…and at the softness of its head. She had washed many men in the hospital, but that was a “go over it quickly” sort of thing. She had never actually “explored” a man before in this manner. Being touched this way by a girl was an exquisite feeling! I ran my hand up her inner thigh and she opened her legs for me so that I could fully caress her in her most private area. We were kissing passionately and giving each other hickeys and just totally lost in each other. We explored every inch of each other’s bodies and the rest of the world just didn’t exist.

As I was sucking her breast and rubbing between her thighs I noticed that she was really wet and even felt sort of slippery “down there”. I didn’t know that this was the way it was supposed to be…we were ignorant about so many things. We didn’t know about orgasms, never heard of oral or anal sex, we were pretty innocent. But tonight we would learn about a lot of things.

I began to slip one finger and then another inside of her vagina, and finally getting brave enough, decided to attempt “going all the way” with her. I slowly rolled on top of her; she seemed to understand my intent and spread her legs almost as if by instinct. I began to feel around and finally guided myself into her well lubricated opening. I began to push into her but once I was half way in, it seemed as if that was as far as I could go. I was sort of disappointed as I had thought that the man’s penis would go all the way in, deep inside of the woman. I began to thrust gently, not sure how hard I could or should actually do it. I knew a virgin girl was one who had never “done it” before…and I knew for some reason it hurt her the first time, and sometimes they bled. But I had no idea why…I didn’t know that I was just coming up against her hymen…and I needed to push on through.

I came much too quickly…and the first time was over. She had not seemed to have felt any pain, I had heard that virgins always did…and that they always bled, but none of that happened. I didn’t say anything, but I was a bit disappointed, thinking it would be more than what I experienced. I thought about some of the pictures I had seen in magazines and wondered why they showed the man so deep inside the woman…maybe I was doing something wrong? She didn’t understand why I was all “soft” again…and why a man could not just stay hard or get hard again quickly. We talked and discussed our bodies, learning more about each other. She began to “explore” me, tracing every curve on my penis with her fingers and gently exploring my balls. Then it was my turn, she allowed me to look at her…she spread her legs wide, and I pulled open the lips of her vagina looking deep inside of her. It was the most amazing and beautiful thing I has ever seen, We began to kiss and caress each other again and soon I was hard again and ready to make love to her.

I rolled on top of her as before halkalı escort and after a few fumbling attempts, inserted myself into her. I put my hands under her back holding onto her shoulders from behind and pushed in harder. Something was different this time, I felt something give way and she let out a little gasp and flinched a bit. I felt myself go all the way inside of her and I began to thrust again, gently at first and then harder and harder. She was moaning and clutching my back and meeting my thrusts with her body. This was more like it, this felt so good, I wanted to do it again and again and so did she. After I came, she wanted to go to the restroom for a moment; I noticed there was a spot of blood on the bed. But she soon came back ready for more.

We went on like this for several hours; the light was fading so we turned on a lamp. We didn’t want to stop or break the mood, but we were both getting hungry. I took a shower, dressed, and drove to McDonald’s to get us some food and bring it back to the motel. While I was gone she also showered and put on a pretty but modest night gown. I sat the food down, kissed her, we began to French kiss and then she pushed away…laughing, saying that while she knew that I was going to stay hot, our food was going to get cold! We ate, threw away the mess, and then as I started to take off my clothes, she came up and asked if she could undress me. It was quite exciting to have her remove my clothing, especially when she removed my undershorts. I then helped her out of her gown and panties and we went back to bed.

We made love again and again, with lots of foreplay and sometimes just talking about our new life in between sessions of making love. We tried several positions, she got on all fours and I entered her from behind, thrusting for all I was worth in her nice tight but no longer virgin pussy. We decided to try it with her on top, and she wanted to put it in herself. She took a gentle but firm hold of me and guided it up inside of herself and began to rock up and down and back and forth. It was delicious, and I was able to caress both of her breasts at the same time. After I came, I pulled her down close so that I could suck them; I ended up making her nipples quite sore by the time the night was through!

We had started making love around three in the afternoon and it was now about four in the morning. I didn’t want to let this first night go, but she finally asked if we could go to sleep. We slept in late, and made love again as soon as we awoke. We showered and dressed, and since it was Sunday, the Sambo’s restaurant just across the parking lot had a special brunch. As we walked across the lot, hand in hand, she told me she felt sort of embarrassed, feeling that people could just look at us and know what we had been doing all night. Well, that night have been true, we both had “hickeys on our necks!”

After breakfast, we went back to the motel, and made love again several times. We both were a lot more experienced and comfortable now… we knew just what to do and what to expect. We had made reservations for two days…but we started talking, and came to the conclusion that everything we were doing here, we could go to our new home and do for free. We were both looking forward to our first time of making love in our new apartment, the same one we almost made love in before. (I still haven’t forgiven my brother for that interruption!) We decided to check out and head for home. We spent that afternoon making love, then went out to eat at a nice restaurant, and then spent the evening making love, but this time we didn’t stay up much past midnight.

I have never known anything as special as that night. I’d love to say that we lived happily ever after, but since this is a true story, I must admit that life doesn’t always work out as you want it to. We were together for 23 years, had 2 sons, but then the conflicts and frustrations of life took their toll. Children who got into booze and drugs and in trouble with the law, debt that piled up and consumed every cent we made, these things eventually took their toll on our marriage. She eventually ran off with someone she met on the internet…someone 10 years younger than her…we divorced…I got the kids…and the debts….and a lot of loneliness…and sad memories of all the hopes and dreams we once had…and the intense love we shared. Sadly, the relationship she took off for didn’t last…she has been alone for the past 15 years…and has become very unhappy and bitter. I still hurt for her, not to have her back, but in wishing she could find someone who would love and cherish her and treat her as a princess. I have little contact wither, I am no longer in love with her, but I do wish for her to be happy and loved.

I eventually met someone else, and remarried. We’ve been together for 13 years now, and very happy. I have also written an account of that story and it was posted several month ago. It is titled, “How I Met My Wife”.

Treasure your mate…love them…and love them enough that that love can carry you through the hard times. While you are at it…have some great sex too!

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The thunder out over the deep woods was still distant, but rain already pattered on the wooden roof of the charcoal burner’s cabin- and into the leak pan on the earthen floor. The storm outside was a warm, comfortable sound. Around the fire, the five strangers were starting to talk like old friends as they passed bowls of venison stew and the half-blind charcoal burner wiped ale out of his long, white beard.

Although the graying equerry was dressed in velvet and oiled furs while the others wore undyed wool or ragged linen, he didn’t look out of place among them. When they finished their meal and sat back cozily on their crude chairs, he was the first to stop talking and begin to speak. “I think,” he grew less formal word by word, “That we had best share all we know before we go any further together. From what the tanner- and the rest of you- told me, I think I’m finally starting to understand. But none of us lived this long by rushing into danger blindly, you know? I’m sure she’ll need help if she’s really gone into that witch realm alone, but I want to know what kind. And why she went.”

Only the young bowyer minded a pause to digest words and stew. “Are you old coots gonna cook your feet black by that fire before you start talking? I’m in the mood for a bawdy story even if I have to tell it myself.”

The equerry laughed. “You remind me of a man I used to know. Well Arsalin gave me a story you’ll like -if you can be patient.” He stopped just long enough to annoy the bowyer. “I suppose I’ll go first, though I think some of you knew her earlier.”

I was still working as a stableboy at Red Braigo’s Inn when I met Arsalin. It was a sultry evening two moons after I’d turned eighteen. The sun was lighting the lakes ablaze as I walked back from the farrier’s with a horseshoe in my left hand and a pair of copper raimos clinking in my right. Since I’d negotiated the cantankerous old farrier down from his usual price, I could keep half the difference. Braigo made sure we were hard bargainers on his errands that way.

He gave us a big discount too, but most of our extra coin still went right back to him since he had the best place in Daraigo. When I returned, Vaiker’d already had two ales and was sharing a third with a little shepherdess from out east of town somewhere. He was just getting started. Vaiker was only a year or so older than me, but he’d had a thick, black mustache for three winters and he was really big. Almost six feet maybe. Never saw him drunk, no matter how many he had. He was already adventurous and more than a little coarse sober; ale just made him louder.

Jaga and Carago, another pair of inn hands, were eyeing the girl enviously. They were older than Vaiker but not as handsome. Jaga might’ve been if he didn’t have that broken nose from when a horse kicked him years before. Vaiker’d had his first woman before they did and never let any of us forget it. This girl would be lucky number six, or so he claimed, and she was politely giggling at that when I came in.

Braigo took the opportunity to change the subject to something that wouldn’t offend the old banker from Garao or the other grandees in the common room. “Karan!” he tapped one orange-haired hand on the bar and waved me over with the other, “How’d dickering with old man Jangra go?”

I tossed him his copper and he whistled appreciatively. “That reminds me!” he beckoned me closer, “I was short of coin on your birthday, but here you are now. With interest!” he winked at the banking guild’s man and pressed a cool, golden raimo into my palm.

The tanner whistled too. “Sounds like a lucrative man to work for!”

Karan nodded, “He was always good to us, rest his soul. Not a bit conceited either; Braigo always said there were better inns back home in Raim, so having the best one in Daraigo didn’t make him a bigshot. He’d always liked me especially well too since I did what he said when he said without any sass or grumbling.” He drank to wet his lips, “Of course, the Signore’s good too in his way. He lets me do my job-“

“Get to the fucking good stuff, would you?” the bowyer interrupted.

Well I’d already been doing a man’s job at eighteen, so it hadn’t seemed a special birthday till then. I thanked him and he smiled warmly, “Think about what to spend it on while you hang the shoe in Thunder’s stall. We’ll get that on the rascal tomorrow.”

I was turning to go when Carago elbowed me. “Might be enoughta pay-” Braigo shook his red-curled head, but Carago was too soused to take the hint, “Pay…. Oh, maybe enoughta pay shome wench to fuck you, gap teeth and all.”

I heard two men hooting along as I hurried out, red-faced.

The sun was huge, red, and in my eyes on the way to the stable. I’d been living in the loft four years, since I lost my pa in the blue fever of ’28. It wasn’t a bad place to sleep: warm in the winter and I always liked the smell of clean straw-

“Is Arsalin actually in this story?” the bowyer earned kurtköy escort a glare from the tanner and an inscrutable stare from the quiet fisherman.

Karan the equerry sighed and sat up, “Yes, right now. I’m going to tell my story my way. You’ll have your turn.”

The sun was blinding, so I didn’t see her standing there in the shade of the crooked door.

Thunder was a big, reddish gelding Braigo’d had for six years. A good horse for hauling carts, but for some reason he was always throwing shoes.

I hung the new one on the door to his stall, got some more hay for him and the rest, and then saw a new horse in with the other guests’. He was a smallish, gray stallion with the Washtan look. Great endurance horses, you know. You can tell the breed for sure since they’ve only got seventeen ribs. Anyway, he still had his saddle but I decided to fetch him some water first.

I turned and nearly jumped out of my shoes when I saw her right behind me!

She was beautiful.

Well, no, not quite. The Most Serene Republic of Daraigo On The Lake isn’t a huge city like Raim or Isva or even Virse, but it’s no country village either. Women from all over came through, so I’d certainly seem some who were more beautiful.

But she was up close and she was… striking. She looked fierce and hard. Not quite muscular, but I could see her tanned arms were wiry strong. Dangerous. And lovely for that as much as for her pretty features.

She was young then, of course, just a few years older than me. She wore mostly red back then too though: a long, sweat-darkened dress; a triangular, straw hat with scarlet ribbons; and road-worn riding-boots of crimson leather.

I was staring. She cleared her throat and gave a wry grin, “That’s my horse, Clipper.”

Those black eyes were hypnotic. “I… uh… Clipper, yes!” The faint smile on her full lips was prettiest of all. “I’m Karan. A stabl- a groom here. At Red Braigo’s!”

She looked so confident, so smooth. “It’s been a long day in the sun; Clipper will need plenty of water.” She slid by and took one of the saddlebags, “I’ve got the stirrups packed already. Put the saddle and the other sack in the tack room under my name.”

“Yes, I-” I realized she thought I was slow. That or she was mocking me. After Carago I wasn’t in any mood for that. “Of course, miss. What is your name?” It was a bit brusque, but her look wasn’t disapproving.

“Arsalin.” She stood with so much pride that I’d half-expected a title of nobility. “Can you write?”

I proudly said I could. “Good,” she smiled again and I felt prouder yet, “Put me in your register as A-R-S-A-L-I-N. Now Clipper doesn’t like carrots or apples from anyone else, and I already gave him one, so just put his oats in the manger and he’ll eat when he wants to.” Her voice was pretty but strong, like the rest of her. No, not ‘but strong’, pretty because it was strong. I almost lost track of what she was actually saying, but I’d embarrassed myself enough already.

Well just like that we’re talking horses. She knew almost as much as I did, maybe more about riding. I think I impressed her too when Clipper nuzzled my hand and took an apple I offered after all. I always did have a way with them.

People were done traveling for the day, so no one interrupted us and we talked till it was full dark. It felt like no time at all, and I barely remembered a word we said. I know she didn’t tell me much about herself, but she was more interested in Daraigo and the people around town than I’d expected any outsider to be.

“Well I’m not,” the bowyer cut in again, “I want to know why she’s going to this ‘blackguard’ in Zhendry. And,” he added with a shameless smirk, “Whether she was a great fuck back then too.”

“Youth,” the tanner lounged in his chair, “Is wasted on the dumb.”

The equerry stepped in quickly, “I think we’re going to need to know all we can about her before we do something so dangerous. So please,” his polite tone hardened slightly, “Stop interrupting.”

Well eventually she went in to take a bath and order a late dinner and a room. I closed up the stables for the night. Tending the horses was always late work compared to hauling water like Jaga or tending to the roof and whatnot like Carago and Vaiker, but I never really minded since I wasn’t much for talking or drinking back then. Not with them anyway.

Vaiker whistled and laughed when I came in. “So how was she?” he asked the entire smoky room. There wasn’t much choice between sitting with him and walking through the whole crowd while they stared at me. I sat.

“How was who?” Jaga sounded thicker than usual and Vaiker and Carago snickered at that instead for a moment.

“That red-hot, fuckable bundle of woman who came strutting through here, you dolt!” Vaiker chuckled and waved toward the ladder to the second story. “You should have seen the ass on her.”

Amer- beykoz escort the shepherdess blushed a bit, but she’d shared at least another two drinks with Vaiker now and nodded dreamily, “She was something.”

Vaiker put an arm across his forehead in mock distress, “Oh no! Carago was one thing, but don’t tell me I have a beauty like you for a rival!”

At that she really did blush and stammer that that wasn’t what she’d meant, but he just laughed again, drained his mug, and turned back to me, “But what am I telling them for? You must know more about what’s under that dress than I do after so much time alone in the stables together.”

“Did you fuck her?” Carago was agape at the idea.

I almost said I had. I wanted them to stop mocking me for not having bedded anyone yet, but I realized I didn’t want to lie about her. I just shook my head instead.

“Just as well. You wouldn’t know what to do with a woman anyway.” Vaiker glanced over his shoulder, “Speak of a wolf and it’s in the sheepfold!” He turned back around and smirked, “I’ll tell you what her pussy tastes like over breakfast tomorrow.”

I followed his gaze and found her climbing gracefully down the ladder. Her hair was nearly black after her bath, and she’d cleaned some of the road dust off her dress too. I blushed when I realized Vaiker was right; the dress hugged her butt as she came down and it looked as toned and comely as the rest of her.

Devann brought me a mug of Braigo’s good, dark ale. She was a matronly woman who usually acted older than her thirty-five winters, but she had a roguish streak too. Short and sharp-chinned with rusty orange hair like most of us Daraigath. Braigo said she was perfect for keeping things calm while managing the bar on a busy night. Vaiker said she was perfect for bending over the bar on a slow night, though I didn’t really believe he’d had her.

I chatted with Devann and the shepherdess -she was almost as quiet as me, but she had the prettiest little giggle I’d ever heard- and tried not to watch Arsalin mingling with the other guests.

Vaiker tried to get her attention across the room for a while and I was really glad she didn’t seem to see him. I was just turning to ask Devann for another round and one of her famous stuffed potatoes when I saw him combing his hair in the looking-glass he’d taken to carrying. “A face this pretty is worth spending a pretty penny on,” he’d said when he bought it. He stood up, brushed himself off, and sauntered over to her, grinning his handsome grin. I didn’t want to, but I had to watch.

Even when he sat at her table, she kept talking to an old trader-woman on the other side of her for a while. When Arsalin finally turned to him, I could almost hear him pouring on the charm. I had butterflies in my stomach.

It dropped into my shoes when she stood to come back with him. The shepherdess said something angry. I couldn’t watch another moment; I scurried into the kitchen.

Devann was grumbling at a stubborn stain on a pan and trying to keep the one-strapped, brown apron over her dress from getting in her way. We were pretty good friends and she was always glad of another pair of hands on crowded evenings. I gladly worked for those potatoes of hers. Braigo sometimes said he’d have to marry her for them.

Anyway, she didn’t mind me helping her put things in order. Most evenings we’d try to hum some minstrel tunes together while we worked, though neither of us was much good. That night I was just awful.

I kept looking out at Vaiker’s table. Jaga and Carago were well and truly drunk and mostly just snickered at each other’s jokes or leered at Arsalin. She and Vaiker and the girl were doing all the talking.

Now that there was a bit more light, I could see Arsalin wasn’t just tanned; she had a rich, reddish-brown complexion like the people from all those little countries north of the Wide Waste. Sort of chestnutish but darker. Sweat made her gleam like polished bronze in the torchlight.

And when she leaned forward to listen I could see part of her breasts too. They looked small and firm and I wondered what they’d feel like. Vaiker and Carago both said breasts felt great, but I hadn’t even had the courage to ask to kiss a girl yet.

“What did the shepherd-girl look like?” the bowyer asked. Karan glanced down, “Well, uh, I didn’t really notice her next to Arsalin that night. But she was cute. Very cute with lovely red hair and freckles. Deep brown eyes. I think she had on a long, green and brown dress. Wool of course.”

Well I wasn’t very sneaky. As Devann walked by me to toss a rag in the washbucket, she winked and tapped a finger on her ear, “Quit your worrying, lover-boy, she’s not into him.” Devann always said she had the best ears in Daraigo- and needed them to hear orders on nights like this.

It looked like she was right! More often than not, Arsalin was talking with Am- with the üsküdar escort girl- and Vaiker was trying to squeeze back into the conversation. I stopped worrying after a few minutes of that.

The guests started heading home or upstairs for the night. I had a quick dinner and some more ale with Devann while we talked about the rains and whether she thought we’d be short on fish again this year.

I was a little unsteady by the time we were helping Braigo and all the sober inn hands he could find clear the tables. As we walked back into the kitchens with a last armload of plates I asked, “Is it true about you and Vaiker?” That’s when I realized I was really drunk.

She stood up sharply, “Why do you think that’s your business?” Her face was in shadow, but I was certain the stern Devann was back.

“I- I’m sorry. It isn’t. I’m sorry,” I scurried away while I could.

Half an hour later, everyone else was asleep. It was time for Devann to lock the door for the night and past time for me to go to the stable loft. “Yes, it’s true,” she said as I stepped outside. The summer breeze felt cool and clean after the smoky common room. I could feel sweat drying off my hair as I wondered what she meant. “But that is not for all ears. I expect more brains from you than that boy. Don’t disappoint.”

The equerry trailed off sadly.

“The poor woman is dead, isn’t she?” the tanner asked.

Karan nodded dully, “The war. Daraigo was… ravaged. I was in Raim during the fighting, but I was riding with the Signore when he led the repairs. I… there were thousands of bodies. I knew so many of them…. Vaiker was there too, rest his soul. They said he was a hero. The inn got hit first, middle of the night. Vaiker and Braigo held the entrance long enough for the guests to slip out the cellar door.” He laughed brokenly, “I tripped over it in the dark a dozen times. Now I’m glad it was so hard to see…”

He leaned over to stoke up the dwindling fire and get control of his voice. “People aren’t just one thing, you know? No one is. Vaiker was a bully and a braggart sometimes, but he was brave and he could be kind too. When I lost the last of my family and had to start staying in the stable loft, he never mocked any of the crying I did. I think he did a little himself even. And he stayed up all night to fix up the roof just right so it wouldn’t ever leak on me.”

The equerry jumped back into the story.

Well… I finally realized she meant she’d really bedded Vaiker. “Oh…. Uh…” I’d definitely had too much ale to talk smooth. Not that I was much good at that then anyway. “I won’t tell.”

“It was just a little fling,” she must have had too much herself, “I wanted to see if a younger guy would still think I was sexy; he wanted… well just about anything in a dress will do for that boy. And I guess I was wondering if he was actually any good.” I didn’t want to know more, but I could practically hear another of her rare winks as she went on, “Much better than I thought he would be. That mouth is good for more than jokes. He’ll be a fine catch for some young woman if he ever gets around to growing up. For now he’s still just a boy, and I think your lady-friend saw that. Ameri too.”

I did not want to stay to ask who Ameri was. Thinking about Vaiker giving Devann the Isva Kiss was getting me hard, and I really didn’t want her to see that. I said an awkward goodnight, stumbled my way up into the stables, and bedded down after checking on the horses. Clipper was sound asleep with the rest.

I slept like a stone too but woke early the next morning. Earlier than usual even, and I was often up before dawn so people could ride out at first light. Someone with a candle was moving down below.

I lit a candle of my own, threw on my tunic, and climbed down to help whoever it was.

Arsalin yawned and slid a knife back into her boot when she saw it was me. I hadn’t noticed that the night before. It wasn’t her only one either; a long dagger hung on her belt and I saw another little one in her other shoe before the shadows hid her feet. “I’ll be going now,” she said neutrally as we walked toward Clipper’s stall.

There were so many things I wanted to say. “That’s early,” was all I came up with.

Her tone grew icy, “Braigo wanted me out.”

“Oh.” I was afraid I’d offended her somehow, but after a moment she brightened.

“I need to move on anyway. No sense in picking a fight about a few more hours of snoozing before I get on the road.” She yawned again and her dress swished as she stretched. She was wearing the same clothes — other than the hat, of course- but a bit rumpled now.

Together we watered and fed Clipper, brushed him, and were about to saddle him up when she turned to me. I was suddenly conscious of how warm and close our bodies were in the stall.

She smiled and looked me in the eye. My heart stopped. “Would that Braigo beat you if we fucked?”

I had no idea what to say. I think I stammered something about Braigo being good to work for with enough conviction that she gave a little snort.

“Then I want to if you do. You live upstairs, I take it?” I could only nod.

So we gathered the candles and climbed up the ladder to the loft. My hands were shaking so bad that I nearly fell off.

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All characters in this story series are at least 18 years old
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Growing up, my best friend’s name was Mark. We had grown up on the same street and gone to the same school since we were in kindergarten. Mark was the baby in a beautiful family. His father had passed away when we were freshmen in high school, and it was hard on Mark and his family, but his father had left the family a lot of money. His mother, Lisa (who I always called “Mrs. M,” even after her husband’s death), like to stay fit and active. She had been a housewife until her husband’s death, but took over the family landscaping business when she became a widow. She was shorter, about 5’4″, with shoulder length brown hair, kind green eyes, and an amazingly firm looking set of C cup breasts for a woman of 46. She had definitely aged, but she kept in shape. Mark’s two older sisters seemed to have inherited all the best genes from Mark’s tall, blond father and shapely mother. Amanda, or “Mandy,” was six years older than Mark, and I didn’t know her as well. She had the body of a dancer, tall and thin but with a nice, big set of B cup breasts. Mandy was almost as tall as Mark, at 5’10.” She had her father’s blond hair and her mother’s green eyes. Mark’s other sister, Jennifer (or “Jenny”) was shorter than her brother and sister at 5’6,” but had a nice, shapely body. Jennifer shared her sister’s blond hair and green eyes, but had a large set of C cup breasts and a cute little apple bottom.

I had known Jenny growing up, especially since she was only two grades above us. She was a cheerleader in high school, hung out with the popular girls, and always liked to tease her “baby brother” and I whenever we were at her house. Jenny complained constantly that she was the fat sibling, since her sister was so tall and thin and Mark had developed into a muscular young man. I thought Jenny was beautiful. She wasn’t the stick figure of a skinny, high school girl growing up, but she had the body of a beautiful woman. I had told Mark that I thought his sister was hot, and like most high school kids, he didn’t want to hear about boys checking out his sister. So I never brought it up again. As an 18 year old with raging hormones, being around Jenny often turned me on. She and her cheerleader friends often wore skimpy clothes or practiced their stunts in tight little cheerleader outfits.

Then suddenly it was my turn to celebrate graduating from high school. Mark and I were trying to squeeze in as much fun as possible before we had to leave for college. It was a summer full of trips to our favorite places and spending time with our group of friends whenever we could. Jenny was back from college for part of the summer, but she was spending most of her time with her old high school crowd. One week, Mark’s mother had to leave for a business conference in the State Capitol. She said her kids were good, and they were all adults now, so she left it to Jenny to keep an eye on Mark and to Mark to keep an eye on Jenny. They were forbidden from throwing parties, but were allowed to invite a few friends over, and Jenny was given some money for food. Mark invited me over for that Friday night, telling me I should spend the weekend at his house. Jenny had also invited three of her college friends to town to spend the weekend at her place. Mark was thrilled to hear about his sister’s friends, claiming that at least two of them were very attractive and he was hoping to be able to hit on them over the course of the weekend. He said he would kill to be able to make out with a college girl. Little did we know what we were in for.

Mark and I were eating pizza around 9:00 when all the girls arrived. They had brought three boxes of wine and proceeded to get drunk as we all got to know each other over pizzas. Samantha, or Sam as they called her, was clearly the queen bee of the group. She was tomboy-ish, but attractive in a girl-next-door sort of way. She was tall and skinny with long, brown hair, smallish B cup breasts, but noticeably nice, shapely legs. When she spoke, you could tell that the other girls listened. Sam rolled her eyes when the others giggled at childish jokes. When I got to college, I got to know her type. She was the girl who was always taking care of her friends, making sure they didn’t get into trouble. Brenda was a big flirt, and the one Mark had told me he wanted. She was very pretty, with pale skin and blue eyes framed by fiery red hair. Brenda was about 5’6″ tall with a very full set of B cup breasts. Brenda was the kind of girl who looked at you seductively, casually sucked the cheese off her fingers as if she didn’t know what it looked like, and then giggled mischievously while flipping her hair. The third college friend, Carly, was short at about 5’2″ tall. She was the least skinny of the girls, but I never would have described her as fat. She was voluptuous. She had long, blond hair, sparkling grayish green eyes, and an amazing set of of huge D cup acıbadem escort breasts. Her firm, perky rack matched her cute, round bottom.

As we cleaned up the mess on the dining room table and threw out the empty boxes, it became clear that the girls were drunk.

“So,” Brenda asked casually, “Are you two boys still virgins?”

“What?!” I exclaimed.

“You boys don’t want to start college as virgins,” Brenda continued, “None of the girls will sleep with you.”

“Well, Kevin’s still a virgin,” Mark replied, “But I’m not.” I punched him hard in the shoulder for that one.

“What?!” Jenny exclaimed in surprise. “My baby brother has had sex!”

“Oh shut up, Jenny,” Carly chirped, “You’ve become quite the slut yourself.”

Mark changed instantly from trying to look suave, to trying to control his anger. “What?!!” He roared, “What do you mean a slut?”

“Oh calm down,” Brenda responded, “You were the one just trying to brag about not being a virgin.”

A tense and awkward silence followed. We continued to clean up our dinner mess without much conversation between us. I spent most of my time glaring at Mark, who spent most of his time glaring at Jenny, who spent most of her time glaring at Carly. We decided to move to the living room to watch a movie.

Mark’s living room was large, with two big couches and a Lazy Boy recliner. Mark plopped himself down in the recliner, still clearly irritated. I tried to be polite and waited to see where the girls would sit. Surprisingly Brenda and Carly chose to spread out on the floor. Jenny and Sam sat in one of the couches, so I was left to stretch out on the other couch. We turned off the lights and settled in for the movie. The air conditioning was strong to combat the heat of the summer, and we were soon getting a little cool. There were blankets around the room, and it wasn’t long before Jenny and Sam were sharing one, Brenda and Carly were tucked under another on the floor, and even I was using one to cover me.

The girls were giggly during the movie, and clearly a little drunk. And they were still drinking some of the boxed wine. “It’s getting cold in here,” Brenda complained.

“We can turn down the AC, stupid, ” Sam responded.

“No, I don’t want to get sweaty,” Carly responded with yet another giggle.

“Fine,” Brenda replied, “Then I need some warmth.” In one quick move, Brenda threw off the blanket, jumped up on the couch next to me, and had wormed herself under my blanket. I was caught completely off guard.

“What are you doing, Brenda?” Sam said calmly but clearly disapprovingly.

“I need some body heat, and I’m totally safe up here with the virgin,” She replied. I could feel the heat of embarrassment causing my face to flush.

The movie got interesting again, and the talking stopped, but I wasn’t paying attention to the t.v. anymore. I had never been so intimately close to a virtual stranger before. Brenda had snuggled her backside right up to my front, and I was keenly aware of the slight and sweet smell of her perfume. I could see her womanly curves and feel her soft ass pressed against my crotch. It wasn’t long before I was trying to hide a throbbing erection. M hard cock had grown awkwardly against my leg, and was pressed down by my underwear. It kept my cock away from Brenda, but it was starting to get painful. I tried to shift my weight subtly to free my erection, and it sprang up into its natural position. Unfortunately, the move also caused it to slide against Brenda’s backside and left it snuggled between the crack of her ass. I was terrified she would complain or slap me, but instead, she giggled.

There was no obvious reason for her to have giggled, and I looked at the others in the room. Mark was looking at me with irritation and clear jealousy. I knew he was interested in Brenda, but this was not my fault. Sam was keeping one eye on us and one eye on the movie, but was clearly irritated. I didn’t know what to do, I was trapped. I was loving the feeling of Brenda pressed against my body, but I was afraid the others disapproved and Brenda might think I was a perv with my cock pressed against her.

After a couple of minutes, Brenda sighed. My cock was still throbbing against her when she lifted her arm and absently scratched her thigh. That hand quickly dipped behind her back and between us, and was pawing at my erection. I shifted backwards in surprise, and Brenda reacted by trying to wrap her hand around the head of my dick through my shorts. All that movement did not go unnoticed.

“What is going on over there?” Sam scolded.

“Yeah, Kevin,” Brenda replied, “Stop moving around!”

I froze. I didn’t want to get into trouble and if the blanket were taken away I would sure look guilty with a solid hard on tenting my pants. Brenda slid down so that she was lying on her back on the couch next to dudullu escort me. I could feel the soft weight of one of her breasts now pressing against my chest. That mischievous hand of hers now had easy access to my throbbing cock in the space created under the blanket between us. I didn’t move as her hand closed around it, feeling its weight and girth through my shorts. Brenda wasn’t just playing around. Within second she had deftly pushed down the top of my shorts and had the hard tip of my cock in her small, soft hands. I had gotten hand jobs before, but Brenda definitely knew what she was doing. She held the head of my rod in her hands and just used her thumb to rub gently around the head of my cock. There was no visible movement above the blanket, but the sensations going on underneath were thrilling. It wouldn’t have been enough, with just her thumb circling the head of my knob, for her to have gotten me off, but it sure felt good.

“Can we pause the movie for a pee break?” Carly asked from the floor.

“Sounds like a good idea,” Mark replied, hitting the pause button. Carly and Mark jumped up at the same time and headed to different bathrooms in the house.

“I need some water,” Sam said, standing and heading for the kitchen. Jenny looked at me with the smile that always melted my heart, winked, and followed Sam into the kitchen.

Brenda turned to face me, never letting go of my cock or stopping her gentle rubbing. Her soft, warm hand was starting to feel really good. “So lover,” she whispered, “are you really a virgin?”

“Yes,” I whispered back, feeling the weight of her full breasts pressed against my chest.

“You being a good boy, waiting for marriage?” She asked.

“No,” I replied, “I guess I just haven’t had a chance.”

“So you do want to have sex?” She asked.

“Yes,” I replied

She laughed a surprisingly light, sweet laugh. “Good for you,” she whispered. “Sex is fun. And you don’t want to disappoint all those college girls who are gong to love this hard body of yours, or this big cock.” Brenda’s hand began to slide up and down my shaft, feeling a little rough on my dry skin but feeling much better than just her soft thumb. “My goodness this is a big cock,” she continued, feeling my thick seven inches. I had seen other guys in the shower and thought they looked a little smaller, but I never realized until that moment how large my cock was. “Would you like it if I was your first time,” Brenda whispered, looking deeply into my eyes.

“Of course,” I whispered back. Brenda began pulling off her shorts, and I could tell what she was doing. “Hey wait, what if…” But that was all I got out. Jenny bounced her way back into the room.

“You two having fun?” Jenny teased.

“Oh, just talking about college,” Brenda replied.

“Yeah right,” Jenny shot back with a laugh. Jenny dropped into the recliner, one shapely leg draped over the arm of the chair. With her legs spread like that, I caught a glimpse of Jenny’s pink underwear beneath her shorts. I glanced back up at her face, and saw that she was looking at me. She had caught me staring at her crotch, and instead of looking upset she flashed me a silly smile.

Slowly, everyone else began to return to the room. With Jenny in the recliner, Mark took the other couch. Without a word to anyone, Carly also sat down on the couch and pulled the blanket over her. Sam, the last to return, didn’t seem to mind being left with the blanket on the floor, and spread herself out there. We restarted the movie.

Brenda never stopped rubbing me. Her hands were both soft and strong, never chafing my dry cock but applying just the right amount of pressure to feel good. She was especially adept at alternating between swirling her soft hand around just the head of my cock and taking long strokes up the length of my shaft. I was initially nervous that people would see her hand moving up and down, but the blanket fell in a way that created a little space between us, and it hid her movements completely. Once I relaxed about being caught, I felt more calm and revelled in the feeling of her hands sliding up and down my shaft. I had gotten a couple of hand jobs before Brenda, but nothing came close to how good her hand felt. And she knew exactly where to touch. The soft spot just under the crown of my cock, the sensitive top of the head, the ridge running length of the shaft. Switching up her movements also meant that I was constantly surprised and aroused. It felt like sparks of electricity were shooting through my body every time she did something new, and then I quickly had something else to worry about.

I tried to casually lower my head and put my mouth right next to her ear. “Stop,” I barely whispered. “I’m going to cum.”

“Are you kidding?” She whispered back, “already?”

“Yes, stop!” I insisted. “I’m going to shoot cum all over bağdat caddesi escort you if you don’t.”

She gave me a big smile and her blue eyes sparkled. “Fine, if you don’t want to make a mess, put it in me.”

“Are you crazy?” I whispered in her ear, but she didn’t respond. She just rolled slowly onto her side, as if she were adjusting herself, so that her bare firm ass was pressed against my throbbing cock. I had forgotten that she slipped off her pants earlier. This was getting completely out of control. I loved the feeling of her shapely, firm ass pressed against my engorged cock. You could have bounced quarters off that ass. Brenda had slipped her hand down her body, because I felt it groping between her legs for my cock. I thrust my hips upward slightly, and her hand found my hard shaft. Her delicate fingers again played teasing circles around the rim of my swollen member. Then, Brenda pulled my fat cock head down slightly and suddenly my cock was rubbing against something wet and slippery. I realized that Brenda had rubbed my cock head against her wet, swollen pussy lips before positioning me at the opening to her entrance. Her hand moved away, and we remained like that for a moment, my throbbing and eager penis positioned just at the entrance to her pussy.

I looked around the room, and no one seemed to notice a thing. Carly and Mark had laid across the couch in a mirror of what I was doing with Brenda. Jenny and Sam were both wrapped up in blankets and appeared genuinely interested in the movie. I didn’t know what to do, but my hard on was screaming for attention, so I pushed my hips forward slightly.

I will never forget the sensation that followed. At first I didn’t think anything was going to happen, as I felt warm and wet pressure on the head of my cock. Then suddenly my cock head pushed through Brenda’s opening, and I was inside of her. It was like my penis had been swallowed by a hot, wet, velvety glove, and I was no longer a virgin. The heat and the wetness and the tightness and the softness were all amazing. I was surprised by how hot and wet it felt, but I knew this is where my cock was meant to be. Even my best jerk off sessions had never come close to feeling as good as a real pussy. I could feel the heat of pleasure flowing through my cock and warming the center of my body.

Brenda sighed audibly as I pushed through, but again no one seemed to be paying attention to us. After I overcame the initial amazing feeling of the warmth and wetness, I pushed my cock fully into Brenda. She groaned very softly, and then I withdrew almost to my tip before sliding the length of my solid shaft back into her tightness. The feel of her wet, tight skin sliding against the length my aching cock was incredible. I would like to say that I was a stud my very first time, and gave Brenda a good fucking before I came, but that is not true at all. The sensation of a wet, velvety glove gripping my hard penis was too much for me. I pulled back, thrust, pulled back, thrust, and then the orgasm overtook me. It happened so quickly, I almost cried out in surprise. I had never gotten off so hard or so quickly in my short life, but each thrust felt as good as ten minutes of masturbating. Every inch of skin on my cock tingled as it rubbed against the soft tunnel of her pussy. After the third thrust, fireworks flashed before my eyes, I felt a heated explosion in my groin, and every molecule in my body was overcome with pure, bright, pleasure. I felt my cock expand and then spurt hot load after enormous hot load deep into Brenda’s tight pussy. It felt like my orgasm lasted for an hour, and I began to feel my body actually shaking as spurt after spurt erupted out of my cock and into Brenda’s pussy. In reality, it probably lasted 30 seconds. But it was far and away the best orgasm of my young life to that point.

As I calmed down and tried to keep from screaming in joy, I began to think of excuses to give Brenda for why I had come so fast. She had given me a really great hand job, for a while. And watching her and the other girls being flirty while eating their pizza had kept me turned on for most of the night. But in the end, it turned out that I didn’t need any excuses.

We continued to lay motionless on the couch as the movie on the television came to an end. My cock softened a little from its fully engorged state, but remained firmly planted in Brenda’s pussy. As soon as the movie ended, Jenny sprang out of her chair and said she had to pee. Sam said she also had to go, and they headed off towards Jenny’s bathroom. Mark and Carly lay on the other couch for a moment before Mark said something, Carly giggled, and then they got up and headed towards the kitchen without a word to me or Brenda.

Brenda turned to face me and my thick cock finally slipped out from inside of her. She had a bright smile on her face as she looked at me with her beautiful blue eyes.

“I can tell you really enjoyed that,” she said, “I can’t believe I could actually feel you shaking as you came. And your cock is still pretty hard. Amazing. Did you enjoy your first time, virgin?”

“Oh yeah,” I whispered back, “I hope that was okay.”

“Oh yeah, baby,” Brenda replied, her blue eyes still intently looking at mine, “I love getting to be your first.”

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