She had heard him. Her father’s voice rang distinctly in her ears. It seems that one of his enemies had returned to this realm and he wasn’t very happy with it. “I know I can count on you my dear daughter. Ishtar must be stopped! Go to the girl tonight and slay her. Then Ishtar shall return here where she belongs.” Trinity had agreed to her father’s bidding.

Late that evening, when the moon was at its highest point; Trinity snuck through the halls to Tearza’s chambers. She crept through the door, making not a sound. She had decided to suffocate her. She took a pillow from the bed and placed it over top of Tearza’s face. After a few seconds Tearza’s eyes pop open, fear visibly showing. Suddenly, Tearza escapes from Trinity’s grasp and lunges for her. Ishtar had awakened. She rips violently at Trinity’s flesh, Tearza’s body being splattered with the blood of the girl who had assaulted her but even still her soul cried out. She hated when Ishtar did this. She would use Tearza’s body to her own desires and force Tearza to watch from inside being able to do nothing to stop her. It had happened many times before. Tearza had even resorted to suicide, but had been unsuccessful in the attempt.

Suddenly, Immozel appeared, he was the half-demon half-dragon who was to serve as Tearza’s guardian. Upon seeing him, Ishtar flees immediately, knowing that he is much stronger than she is. Trinity cowers in the corner as Immozel turns his gaze to her. She flees in terror, never turning back to see if he is following. Tearza sits in the middle of the floor, covered in blood and sobbing heavily.

Immozel goes to her, kneeling beside of her. “Tearza,” He gently touches her shoulder. “Don’t cry. You are safe now. I am here.” Tearza places her head upon his shoulder, sobbing quietly. He holds her, his claws gently stroking her back. “Shh… everything is alright. I am sorry I wasn’t here to prevent this. I promise, I won’t let her hurt you again.”

“I… I don’t know how much more of this I can take.” Tearza sobs even harder now. “Why doesn’t she just kill me and get it over with? I would rather die than live like this.”

Immozel tilts her face to gaze into her eyes, using a claw to wipe away her tears. “She wants you to suffer. But I will not allow her to torment you any longer. I will protect you… and your heart.”

“My heart?” Tearza looks away quickly. “There is nothing there to protect.”

Immozel takes her by the chin, forcing her to look at him. “I can see your heart and it is beautiful. There is so much for me to protect from her… and I will. I swear it upon my immortal soul and that of my master.”

“But why?” She looks up at him questioningly. “Why do you care? Should you not despise me? Am I not the opposite of what you yourself are?”

“Why should I despise you?”

“But why protect me from something that is like you? One of your own kind?”

“I am nothing like her. I am only half demon and that is by my master’s choice, for the strength of our race.”

“But I am nothing. I am a half-breed who can barely even remember her own name.” Tearza looks down to the floor.

“Tearza, can you not see that you are a beautiful and noble maiden? You should treat yourself as such.”

“But how can I when I am so weak as to allow my body to be taken from me… to be used to commit such horrid acts?”

“Tearza, Ishtar is strong. It is not your fault.” Immozel curls his wing around her protectively, the tip touching her cheek. She buries her face against him, sobbing even more still. Immozel holds her, unable to think of anymore words of comfort.

“I want to be stronger. I want to be able to force her out of me. But I can’t. I don’t know how.”

“Tearza, this may disgust you but,” Tearza looks up at him intently, her fresh tears shimmering slightly in the moonlight. He holds out his forearm to her, his wrist facing up. “If you can drink just a single drop of my blood, it will force Ishtar into a deeper slumber within you, making it harder for her to emerge. You will be able to will her away… sometimes.”

Tearza looks away for a moment, lost in thought. “Will it hurt you to do that?”

“A bit, but I care not. I would give anything, even my life, to protect you.” Immozel places a claw at the center of his wrist.

Tearza shakes her head. “No, I will not do anything that will hurt you.”

“It won’t hurt me for long. Please let me do this for you.”

“I… I can’t.” She looks to him, her teary eyes filled with sincerity. “I cannot do anything that will hurt you, not even for a moment.”

Immozel presses his claw down, slicing the flesh open. “I am sorry but I must do this. I must help you.” Tearza winces slightly then looks away. He caresses her face gently with one of his wings. “I am sorry. I promise that I won’t do anything else to upset you, ever.” He lets a few drops of blood pool into his hand then holds it out to her. Tearza looks to him, her eyes welling up with tears. She takes a deep breath pulling bayburt escort his palm to her mouth and drinking the blood slowly. When she is done, he pulls his palm away grips the wound upon his wrist. Tearza puts her head in her hands, shivering slightly as she feels his blood coursing through her. “Tearza, are you okay?”

“Yes… I am fine.” She closes her eyes tightly.

Immozel touches a claw to her cheek. “I’m sorry if I upset you. I… I tend to be forceful sometimes… and overprotective.”

“It’s ok.” Tearza places her hand over top of his claw, nuzzling her face gently against it.

Immozel blinks, shaking slightly. “Tear…” He swallows hard trying to find his voice. “Tearza?”

She raises her eyes to him slowly, smiling faintly. “Yes?”

“You… you would show me affection? I am like the one who torments you.”

Tearza shakes her head and smiles softly. “You are nothing like her.” Immozel looks away, his cheeks flaring red. “She would never do for me that you just did.”

After a few moments of silence, Tearza speaks again. “Can I tell you something?”

“Anything.”

“Well I… I’ve never told anyone this before but… when people are in pain… I can sometimes feel it.”

“You can?”

“It is almost as if their pain becomes my own.”

“Do… do I cause you pain?”

“No, not exactly. It’s more like… longing… like a dull ache.”

“Longing?”

“Loneliness I suppose. I am not really sure.”

Immozel looks away from her. “I… I am rather lonely.”

Tearza puts her hand on the side of his facing, turning it to meet her gaze. “I know that I am not as strong as you. But as you are here for me so shall I be for you.” She lightly caresses the side of his face.

“Tearza I…” He unconsciously nuzzles her hand. “I…” He looks away, refusing to let her see his tears.

Tearza takes her hand away and looks down, fidgeting slightly. “It’s ok. I understand. I guess that it was rather presumptuous of me. I am sorry if I have offended you.”

Immozel looks back to her. “No Tearza,” He tilts her face towards him. “I’m sorry. I was just… touched by your words. I am too proud sometimes. I was afraid to let you see me cry. You are the first, aside from my master, to ever show me kindness.” He takes her hand in his and holds it to his face, his tears dripping upon it.

“I didn’t want to make you cry. I just…”

“These are not sad tears.”

“I know…” Tearza leans in and kisses his tears away. He shivers slightly, his wings shaking. She looks into his eyes, the lines of concern etched across her face. “Am I making you uncomfortable?”

“N…no. It felt… wonderful.” Tearza smiles and lightly caresses his face. He nuzzles against her warm hand. She then leans in and kisses him gently, her lips barely meeting his for but a brief moment. Immozel’s eyes widen as his cheeks blush bright crimson. Tearza pulls away, blushing herself, but never allowing her gaze to leave his own.

“Tearza?” He touches his lips, still feeling the softness of her own upon them.

Tearza smiles. “Yes?”

“I… I believe I may… may I protect you… forever?”

“If that is what you wish… but…”

“Yes?”

“I cannot promise that I will not care for you.”

“You… you would care for me?”

“Yes. How can I not?”

Immozel swallows hard, his eyes looking towards the ground. “I… I care for you as well.”

Tearza tilts his chin, her gaze meeting his own. “The speak to me and not to the ground. I shall not look upon you in judgement.”

He curls his wings about himself. “How can you not judge me… with these hideous wings?”

“They are not hideous.” Tearza caresses one of his wings lightly. “They are beautiful. I had wings too, once.”

Immozel shudders. “Tearza, could you… touch my wing again?” Tearza smiles and runs her hand slowly down one of his wings putting her other hand up to his face and caressing his cheek lightly. Immozel shivers yet again, biting his lip almost to the point of drawing blood, desperate to suppress the moan within his chest. Tearza caresses his other wing. He breathes a bit harder and moans softly. “My… my wings are… sensitive to… to touch.”

“Could I ask a favor of you?” Immozel nods. “Anything.”

Tearza looks down and takes a deep breath then looks back up meeting his eyes with her own. Immozel unfurls his wings. “Will you embrace me?”

Immozel blushes. “Gladly.” He reaches out to her and pulls her into a tight yet loving embrace. Tearza nuzzles her head against him and lightly caresses the inside of his wings. He moans softly into her hair as her caresses her back. “I will stay by you, forever, and protect you.”

Tearza smiles and kisses him softly, running her tongue lightly upon his lips as she continues to lovingly caress the inside of his wings. Immozel returns the kiss, taking her tongue into his mouth as he greets it with his own, shuddering with pleasure. Tearza explores the inside of his mouth, running her tongue bilecik along his fangs as she continues to stroke his wings and his back. Immozel breaks the kiss gently. “Careful… I don’t want you to cut yourself on my fangs.” He shudders again and moans softly at the sensation of her hands upon his wings.

“I’ll be careful.” She reassures him as she caresses the inside of his wings and begins to lightly kiss his neck.

Immozel moans softly, his body shivering in silent pleasure. “T…Tearza, are you… are you sure… you want this?”

“Yes.” Tearza smiles softly at him. “I want to make the aching inside of you go away. I… I don’t ever want you to feel lonely again.”

Immozel places her hand over his demon heart, holding it gently. “You already have. I offer myself to you, Tearza. Though I am partly demon… and hideous… I offer myself to you.”

“You are anything but hideous.”

“I am hideous.” He gestures to his body, covered mostly in thick, golden scales.

Tearza touches his face softly. “You are beautiful. Inside and out.”

Immozel nuzzles his face against her hand. “I… I love you Tearza.”

Tearza smiles, her cheeks damp with tears. “And I love you Immozel.”

He leans down to softly kiss her tears away and smiles. “Thank you.”

“No, thank you… for letting me love you.” Tearza smiles.

Immozel kisses her soft, silky palm. Tearza runs her hands down his wings again as he trails delicate, loving kisses along her palm, across the back of her hand, and down each finger, shivering slightly at her touch. Tearza trembles a bit as she kisses a path up her arm, his tongue lightly caressing the flesh of her inner elbow. She runs just her fingertips along his wings, barely grazing them. A soft moan of pleasure escapes his lips as she runs her hands along his body, gently caressing the thick, golden scales. He trembles slightly as he intertwines his fingers within her hair. She presses her body close to his as he wraps his wings around the both of them. She shivers slightly, her breasts heaving against him, as he runs a claw lightly down her back. Immozel gazes at her lovingly. “May I… touch you?”

“Y…yes.”

Immozel swallows hard as he reaches down slowly, enveloping one of her soft, milky breasts within his hand. He squeezes gently, his claws raking it slightly. She trembles, her nipples hardening to his caress. He leans down and tenderly kisses her breast. “You… you are so lovely.”

Tearza blushes slightly. “As are you, my love.” She runs her palms slowly down the inside of his wings, then runs just her fingertips back up them. Immozel takes her nipple into his mouth, his fangs closing gently around it. She winces with pleasure and lightly kisses his neck then rakes her nails softly down his wings. Immozel opens his mouth, a long, shuddering moan of ecstasy upon his lips, then closes his mouth around her other nipple. His tail lashes behind him as his hands wander down her body. She trembles, her breath becoming more and more hushed and rapid, as she runs her hands around his body and gently caresses his tail. She kisses his neck and shoulders for a moment, then trails her tongue along the edge of one of his wings. Immozel shivers. “By the gods, Tearza!” He clutches to her. “More… please… by the gods, more.” She continues to lightly kiss and trace paths upon his wings with her tongue while caressing them softly at the same time. Immozel moans with pleasure, completely caught up in the sensation of her lips, tongue and fingers upon his wings. Tearza kisses his chest and abdomen as she traces her fingernails up and down his wings. He leans back, arching his neck and moaning softly. She kisses up his abdomen, chest, and throat to find his mouth meeting him in a passionate kiss. He returns the kiss as he runs his hands down her back and lightly caresses her soft, supple butt. She presses her body against his, wrapping her arms and legs around him.

“Tearza, I… I want to make love to you.” Immozel gazes at her, his eyes full of love as he pants softly.

“I want to make love to you too,” She kisses him tenderly. “More than anything.”

He pulls her close, his breathing slow and husky. “I’m afraid that I might hurt you.”

“I’m not afraid.” She smiles softly up at him. “I know that you would never intentionally hurt me. I trust you… I love you… I want you.”

“I want you too.”

“Then take me… I give myself to you with everything that I am.”

“My love,” He stands. “Close your eyes.” Tearza closes her eyes as he turns his back to her. Rustling feels the room, and the sound of a slow, thick de-sheathing. “You can look now.” Tearza opens her eyes and Immozel turns to her, his member now de-sheathed from within him and a long-stemmed white rose in his hand. “I did not want to come to you without bearing a gift, my love.” He hands the rose to her. She smiles, tears daunting her eyes. She puts it to her face to smell it.

“Thank you. It is beautiful. No one has ever given bingöl escort me a gift before.”

“I am sorry that it is so trivial.”

“It is not trivial, it’s beautiful.”

“Such a rose pales when compared to one so fair as you.” He pulls her close to him, gazing into her eyes. “You are the fairest flower within this land.” He slides her gown down a bit, over her shoulder, as she trails the rose along his wings. “I love you so.” He shivers as he kisses her shoulder, the pushes her dress further still causing it to fall from her, pooling in the floor around her feet. “You are so beautiful.” He leans in and takes her nipples into his hands and mouth. She moans, laying the rose gently to the side as she caresses his wings then trails her tongue along his shoulder then over his wings, lightly kissing and licking them. He shivers, lifting her into his arms, his mouth, tongue and teeth still caressing her nipples. Her hand trails slowly down his chest and abdomen finding his member, she caresses it softly, barely touching it. He bites her nipple gently, his member jerking at her touch. His hands wander down her back and across her hips then down to her inner thighs where he caresses them gently with his claws. Her thighs tremble as she lightly kisses his wings, her fingertips barely massaging his member. Immozel shudders, his claws trailing up her thighs, a single claw slowing circling around the lips of her flower. He continues to suck upon her nipples as his free hand lightly pinches the other. Tearza places her hand around his shaft and begins to stroke it gently as her free hand searches out his tail once more lightly caressing it with her fingertips. She trails her tongue along the veins of his wings, stopping to kiss on occasion. His tail coils around her hand as he pushes a single claw inside of her with all the gentleness he can. She winces slightly, her body tensing the releasing after adjusting to his touch. She strokes his member faster now, her hand moving fluidly upon his shaft, as she trails her tongue along his wings, her hot breath upon them. His body tenses, he touch driving him mad with pleasure, as he moves his finger inside of her, softly stroking the inner walls of her flower. She moans loudly, shivering violently as she kisses her way up to his mouth, her lips almost touching his own. “Please… take me now.” She kisses him deeply, her tongue hungrily seeking out his own. He gazes deeply into her eyes, his lips and tongue caressing hers.

He slides his finger from inside of her bringing the head of his member to the opening of her slit. “Are you ready, love?” “Y…yes.” Immozel pulls her close, wrapping his wings around her as he gently thrusts into her. He grinds his hips against her, his thrusting becoming more rhythmic, his hot, raspy breath upon her neck. Tearza moans loudly, the tightness of her opening would be unbearable were it not for her increasing wetness. Her whole body trembles, rippling with pleasure, as she runs her nails down his back. He grinds against her faster; his body shuddering in ecstasy as his tail wraps itself around her, stroking the soft flesh of her hips lovingly. He caresses her flower, pacing himself in time with the thrusts of his hips, as his mouth find hers in a passionate kiss. She thrusts her hips against his, burying his member deep inside of her now yielding opening. Her body trembles as the kiss stifles her moans, her nails digging into the scales upon his back. His pace grows ever faster as his tail runs itself against her flower, swirling around it and caressing it eagerly. She breaks the kiss with a gasp for air as her orgasm rocks her entire body sending violent tremors throughout every muscle of her being covering his embedded shaft and tail with her hot, sticky juices. She thrusts her hips even more forcefully against his as his tail lashes against her flower, his body exploding with ecstasy as his orgasm overcomes him, filling her eager opening with his seed. Tearza collapses against him, her entire body trembles as she pants for air; her skin hot and damp against his. Immozel holds her close, his wings trembling slightly.

“Are you alright, my love?”

“I’m…I’m fine…” Tearza replies, her voice quivering. Immozel’s lips touch hers in a tender kiss.

“I love you so, Tearza. Never again shall I let anything harm you. I swear. I shall protect you from everything.”

“I know.” Tearza replies, gazing lovingly into his eyes. “And I love you as well, Immozel.” Immozel holds her head to his chest. She sighs, never having felt so safe and content before this moment. “Will you sat with me here tonight?”

“No, not tonight.” Immozel smiles. “Tonight and Forevermore. My master has given me to you now.”

“But I have given myself to you.” She smiles.

“Then I shall be yours and you shall be mine.” Immozel smiles. “I will be with you every night, and day, from now on.”

Tearza kisses him softly. “I must sleep now love… I am a bit exhausted.”

“Will you sleep in my arms?”

“There is no place that I would rather be.”

Immozel reclines against the wall, cradling her in his arms, fanning his wings to keep her cool. He gently strokes the two scars upon her back. “Is this where your wings once were?”

I was recently hired as a supervisor at a small shipping company and I was eager to meet all of my new staff. Monday morning I walked into the warehouse and greeted all the workers who were less than enthusiastic to say the least.

Apparently the turnover rate was high at the company, so they probably saw me as just another guy using the position as a stepping stone to bigger things. One of the workers, Brandy was very pleasant and took the time to explain some of the finer points of the warehouse.

Over the next few weeks I spent more time in the warehouse than my office in an attempt to win over the staff and build a strong working relationship with them.

As I slowly got to know the workers, I couldn’t help but notice how often Brandy made her way to where I was and included herself in my conversations. She was a cute brunette in her mid 20’s and was one of the most productive staff members, however I still felt a bit uncomfortable around her. I had just got engaged to my girlfriend Kristin and it seemed like Brandy was more interested in just work related matters, so I tried to keep my distance.

I would see Brandy at least once a day as I met with the warehouse staff and we forged a solid working friendship. She was flirtatious and silly, which made my days more pleasant to say the least. I saw her goof around with the other staff, so I figured it was just harmless fun and nothing more.

“Good morning handsome.” Brandy said as I walked down the hallway to my office. I usually didn’t see her in the administrative wing of the building so I was caught off guard by her presence and the compliment. She was walking in the same direction as I was, so I did my best to be professional.

“Good morning Brandy.” I said politely as I began to unlock my office door. She stopped behind me and as I entered my office, she stood in the doorway with a puzzled look on her face.

“Is that all I’m going to get?” Brandy asked. I wasn’t sure what she meant so I asked for clarification.

“What do you mean?” I responded.

She walked inside my office and stood in front of my desk. “I said ‘good morning handsome’ and you only said ‘good morning Brandy’. Am I not worthy of a compliment in return?”

I could see where the conversation was going, so I used a bit of sarcasm in the face of her advances.

“I’m so sorry Brandy. Would ‘good morning beautiful’ work better for you? I said sarcastically and smiled.

She put her hands on her hips and lifted her eyes in disbelief at my response. “You think you’re funny, huh?”

I could tell she was surprised at my witty retort and quick reversal of the situation. I leaned back in my chair, slowed grinned and said “Not at all Brandy, just trying to be professional and encouraging to all of my valued employees.”

“It’s ok, I’m just teasing you anyway.” Brandy said matter of factly as she began to look at the pictures on the wall beside my desk.

“Who is the blonde girl with you in this picture?”

“That’s my fiancee Kristin.” I answered.

Brandy continued to look at the remaining pictures and then returned to the one of me and Kristin.

“She’s not bad looking, I mean if you’re into skinny girls with small boobs.”

I was taken back by her words and the tone of her voice as she rolled her eyes.

“Kristin is a very nice girl and we’ll be getting married later this year.” I said firmly as I looked Brandy in her eye. She was stepping over the line with the conversation and I tried to diffuse any interest she had in me.

“So how old is she anyway?”

“Kristin just turned 31.” I said casually.

Brandy turned to look at me then at Kristin’s picture, then back to me.

“Hmm, so you’re around her age?”

“No, I’m actually 40.” I said proudly, sensing that she thought I was younger than my age.

“I see, so you’re into young girls, huh?” Brandy teased.

“It just happens to work out that way I suppose.” I admitted.

“Well, she’s a lucky girl to have a guy like you.” Brandy said as she handed me a progress report to sign.

I was perplexed that she brought paperwork to me since I would normally pick it up in the office mail room. Brandy sensed my confusion and asked “Are you surprised that I walked all the way to your office to have you sign this?”

“Um, I guess so. I usually get ordu escort the papers from my mailbox so this is something new.”

“Well what did you think I came up here for? To seduce you or something?” Brandy said half heartedly as she began to laugh.

My heart dropped as her words registered in my mind. She was toying with me and enjoying it immensely. I regained my composure and calmly signed the form as Brandy stood a few inches away.

“Of course not. I know you’re just messing around with me.” I said sheepishly.

“Well, I’m single so it’s ok. You on the other hand are engaged, so you’re not allowed to mess around. We certainly wouldn’t want to do anything like that behind your fiancee’s back now would we Michael?”

My cock twitched as her words pierced my defenses. I tried to play it off, but inside my nerves were a mess.

“That’s not what I meant by ‘messing around’. But I think you already knew that.” I replied with a smirk.

“Yes Michael, I know that you’re a good man and would never do anything like that, right?” Brandy asked with a devious grin.

I knew that I had to end the conversation and get back to work before I became even more aroused.

“Have a good day Brandy.” I said politely as I handed her the paper.

She walked towards the door then turned around and said “Have a good day handsome.”

I rolled my eyes as she started to laugh. Brandy waved goodbye and went back down the hallway.

For the rest of the day I stayed in my office, afraid to go into the warehouse due to the conversation with Brandy. Thoughts of her filled my head and none were professional in the least. I imagined her body naked, as my hands and mouth explored every inch of her luscious flesh. My cock was throbbing as I tried to focus on my work for the rest of the day.

Kristin came over to visit later that night and I ravished her soon after she arrived. Afterwards she asked why I was so aggressive and I told her that I really missed her a lot. Little did she know that as I fucked her, I was thinking of Brandy.

The next day I went to work and was able to concentrate, having relieved some of the sexual tension that Brandy stirred up. I felt bad for being engaged and thinking of another woman, yet I couldn’t deny that I enjoyed the game that Brandy and I were playing.

For the next few weeks things were casual between me and Brandy, with an occasional flirtatious comment or glance, but nothing too unhealthy to feel guilty about. We would eat lunch together in the break room every now and then and sometimes I’d help her in the warehouse when they were short on staff..

If truth be told, I looked forward to seeing Brandy each day not just because she was gorgeous, but because we always had fun together no matter what we were doing. Yes, I felt pangs of guilt because of my engagement to Kristin, but things were going well at home and work so I put it out of my mind.

Summer was upon us and with the warm weather came more heat in the warehouse. The workers were allowed to wear shorts and Brandy took full advantage, coming to work in skimpy outfits that showcased her ample curves and cleavage.

It was near the end of the day when I saw Brandy peek into my office.

“Hey handsome. Whatcha’ doin?” She asked playfully.

“Not too much, just getting ready to go home for the night.” I replied as my eyes struggled to meet hers.

I just couldn’t help but look at her shapely legs as she slowly entered the room. Brandy noticed my wandering eye and scolded me.

“You’re such a dirty old man, looking at me like that. Your fiancee wouldn’t be happy if she knew you were doing such things.”

I tried to regain control of my growing erection and calmly asked “So what can I do for you?”

Brandy sat on the edge of my desk and crossed her legs. She looked down at my pants, noticing the obvious tent in my pants.

“I think the better question is what I can do for you Michael.” Brandy whispered seductively as she pointed at my crotch.

My face grew flushed as I laughed uncomfortably and said “I’m really sorry about that, I guess he has a mind of his own.”

Brandy smiled softly and moved further down the desk until she was sitting almost in front of me.

“So then tell me Michael, what is on his mind?”

I osmaniye escort swallowed hard as Brandy’s leg rubbed up against me. My balls were starting to ache and my cock was leaking pre-cum as her flirtation intensified.

“I really should be going Brandy, my fiancee is waiting for me.” I said, trying my best to sound sincere as I stood up.

“Oh my, looks like someone has a boner.” Brandy snickered.

All I could do was close my eyes and exhale deeply as my erection betrayed me.

“Did I cause that?” Brandy asked innocently as she put her hand against my raging hard on.

“Please don’t do that, I told you that I’m engaged to Kristin.” I said meekly.

Suddenly we heard the noise of people walking by my office saying goodbye to one another as they left for the day. It scared me back into reality and my cock deflated a bit with my attention diverted.

“Don’t worry Michael, no one will find out.” Brandy cooed into my ear as she pinned me against the wall. She began to gently stroke the outline of my cock in my pants and nodded her head in approval.

“Mmm, it looks like your cock really likes me. I bet it would like me even more if I gave it a kiss.”

“You have to stop Brandy, I can’t do this.” I said with the last bit of resistance in me.

“Listen, I’m going to take your cock out and give it a nice big kiss. If you love your fiancee, then you won’t get hard, right?”

I had lost all power to stop Brandy as she knelt down and slowly pulled my zipper down. She stared up at me as her hand searched for my cock and once she found it, her eyes lit up.

“Look what I found!” She remarked in mock surprise.

Brandy freed my cock from my underwear and examined it closely as I stood helpless. She gently breathed on it, smiling as it twitched from the warm sensation.

“Are you ready for your kiss?” Brandy asked seductively.

All I could do was nod meekly as she puckered her lips and slowly moved towards her target. I closed my eyes in anticipation of what she was about to do and softly groaned as her lips kissed the tip of my cock. She lingered for a moment and then took the spongy head into her mouth and gently sucked on it.

Brandy looked up at me and smiled as she pulled back slightly from my cock. It began to thicken as she kept her open mouth hovering around the cockhead, torturing me even more.

“It looks like your cock loves me more than Kristin.”

I wasn’t about to dispute that comment, considering how aroused I was at that point. Brandy knew it as well, taking my silence for confirmation as she began to pull down my slacks to the floor.

“Now I don’t want to make you do anything that you don’t want to Michael, considering that you’re engaged.” Brandy said with mock sincerity. She put her hands behind her back and leaned back so that her ass was resting on the back of her legs.

“I’m going to kneel here and open my mouth. If you want me to suck on your cock, then you’ll just have to put it in.”

Brandy closed her eyes and opened her mouth wide, holding out her tongue to tempt me further. It was a lurid scene, this young girl offering herself to me in hopes of poisoning my engagement to Kristin. My cock twitched in anticipation and my resolve vanished as she remained in this submissive pose.

I slowly moved towards Brandy and positioned my cock an inch away from her tongue. She opened her eyes and gave it a gentle lick then said “I knew you couldn’t resist me Michael. Your hard cock needs to be in my mouth right now.”

And with that Brandy took the head of my cock into her mouth, applying gentle pressure as I leaned back against the wall in ecstasy.

“Mmm, your cock tastes delicious Michael.” Brandy purred as she planted soft kisses on the head of my cock.

I looked down and our eyes locked onto each other, causing Brandy to pause and ask “Do you want me to stop Michael?”

At that point I had totally forgotten about my fiancee Kristin and could only think of how amazing Brandy’s mouth felt as she devoured my manhood.

“Please don’t stop Brandy, I’m begging you.” I pleaded.

My legs began to buckle as Brandy resumed her oral assault, prompting her to push me into the chair so I could sit comfortably. She pulled my pants off and began to lick the inside of my sinop escort thighs, pausing briefly to lick my aching balls as her hand stroked my cock.

“I have a confession to make.” Brandy whispered. “Ever since we met I’ve wanted you… and your cock in particular… And now that I have your cock, I’ve decided that I want your cum as well.”

I could barely speak as Brandy gently bathed my cockhead with her tongue and lips.

“Will you give me your cum Michael? Will you fill my belly with your hot sperm?” Brandy asked, as her eyes stared right through me.

My heart raced as her words echoed in my mind. I wanted to cum so badly and Brandy smiled, knowing full well that I didn’t have the strength nor the desire to resist her.

All I could do was gently run my fingers through her hair and nod in silent approval and surrender.

Brandy whipped her hair back over her shoulder then slowly took my cockhead into her hungry mouth. Inch by agonizing inch she swallowed more of me, until her nose was touching my abdomen.

“Oh my god, that feels so good.” I blurted out as waves of intense pleasure washed over me. My hands instinctively massaged her head and hair, trying to communicate my appreciation of what she was doing.

I felt the chair slide along the tile floor below me as I stretched out my legs, unable to keep still as Brandy inhaled my length in steady strokes.

It pained me to think it, but the truth was that she was bringing me more pleasure with her mouth than Kristin every could. With those thoughts swimming in my head, I looked down at Brandy with her mouth full of my hard cock. What a beautiful sight, this gorgeous girl on her knees swallowing me whole like a dirty little slut.

I put my hands on the back of Brandy’s head and began to slowly move her up and down on my shaft. She braced herself on my thighs and allowed me to fuck her mouth like it was her pussy. She lifted her eyes to meet mine and I stopped for a second, letting it burn into my memory.

After a few minutes, I moved my hands down to Brandy’s face and stroked it tenderly. Her skin was soft and smooth, as I felt my invading cock push out against her cheeks. Brandy moaned softly as she caressed my nutsack and deepthroated my shaft with ease, pushing me closer to the edge.

I closed my eyes and heard Brandy groan, content with knowing she had conquered me and my helpless cock. My balls tightened as Brandy sucked in earnest, bringing me ever so close to orgasm.

“I’m going to cum.” I said breathlessly.

“Mmm-hmmm.” Brandy acknowledged, as she began to slow her sucking of my cock. It was like she wanted to savor the moment and prolong my impending orgasm for maximum effect.

I leaned back into the chair as Brandy took the length of my rod in her mouth and held it there, sensing that I was about to explode.

My balls quivered as I was pushed over the edge, feeling the cum surging up my shaft into Brandy’s eager mouth. I gripped the arms of the chair for support as my head snapped back, reeling in ecstasy from the exquisite pleasure.

Brandy remained attached to my cock and held onto my thighs as I writhed in sexual agony before her.

After what seemed like an eternity, I opened my eyes and looked down to find Brandy still devouring my manhood. She slowly moved up and off my deflated cock, licking her lips as she smiled at me.

“Your cum tastes yummy, Michael.” Brandy said as she gently rubbed her tummy in circular motions.

“That felt amazing, Brandy.” I said in obvious relief.

“I’m glad you enjoyed it, but I must say that the pleasure was all mine.” Brandy said as she helped me to my feet. I began to pull up my pants, but Brandy moved my hands away gently, insisting on doing it herself.

I watched as she carefully pulled up my zipper, taking notice of how gentle she was. It blew my mind that just minutes ago this sweet girl was devouring my cock like a ravenous animal, but now was tending to me like a mother to her child.

“You’re so sweet.” I said as Brandy finished.

We stood facing each other in silence for a few seconds, trying to process what just transpired. I had cheated on my fiancee Kristin, but yet I felt no remorse.

Before I could say anything, Brandy leaned towards me and kissed me softly on the lips. She lingered for a moment, gently sliding her tongue deeper in mouth. I could taste my cum and as she pulled away, Brandy giggled and began to walk out of my office. “I told you that you tasted yummy.”

I just stood there, still coming down from an orgasmic high and trying to figure out what it all meant…

When I graduated from high school, I had a very open and unbooked summer prior heading to college a few hour away from where I was born and raised. My brother’s ex-girlfriend was a friend of mine on Snapchat (along with other social media outlets) and we would message each other and talk every once and a while, she was three years older than me but we had known each other since I was pretty young. She honestly had always been an older supportive figure in my life. Because of knowing her from such a young age, I was close with her as a friend even though her and my brother had split around two years prior. I am pretty sure they still talked at this point, they maintained a friendship even when their romantic relationship ended.

She had moved on from my brother pretty quickly and was with a new guy and they actually lived together. Towards the beginning of the summer we were talking on Snapchat and somehow we got on to the topic of her and her boyfriend choosing to be in an open relationship. Again I do not completely remember how we got on that topic, we talked about how she had been hooking up with multiple guys, mostly coworkers of hers, but her boyfriend, who had requested the open relationship, was struggling to find girls to hook up with him and she had let one of her friends start sleeping with her boyfriend.

This conversation was going on at like 11PM and we lived relatively close to each other. Once again I don’t completely remember how the conversation progressed but we got flirty and started using emoji’s and without explicitly saying we were going to do anything but we agreed to meet up at the park by our house. We both drove to the park and met there, I showed up first and tokat escort she parked her car behind me on the street a few minutes after. I got out of my vehicle and walked up to her driver window and we talked for a few minutes before deciding that I would jump into her passenger seat and we would drive around for a bit.

We ended up driving around talking for fifteen or twenty minutes, it was extremely casual and normal. She ended up pulling into the parking lot of the high school that we went to and parking in a private area that faced a big open field with nothing within sight distance. Once we parked there was a level of tension and awkwardness as normal conversation continued even though we knew that we were there for something else. I think we were both still wrapping our heads around what our relationship historically had been and what we were there to do.

We both agreed to hop into the back seat to continue to “hangout”. Even after getting into the backseat we both kept up with normal conversation, there was honestly a lot of weird tension knowing what we were there for, especially since we had known each other for so long, she had been with my brother for so long, and she had a boyfriend that I actually knew and had spent a good amount of time around. It got to the point where we ran out of random things to talk about and were just sitting in the back seat next to each other in awkward silence.

I figured she was waiting for me to make a move so I did after a few minutes, I turned towards her, pulled her in, kissed her, and put my hand on her thigh just below her panties. She wore a skirt I am assuming because of what we were there for. From yozgat escort this pointed we started passionately making out and rubbing on each other, I was rubbing her pussy through her underwear and she was grabbing and rubbing my cock through my jeans. We made out for a decent amount of time with heavy touchy, probably ten minutes, I think we were both nervous to take that next step each time it arose so it was slowly progressing.

Again I think she was waiting for me to make the move, I got off the seat and between her legs, I slipped her panties off, unzipped her skirt and also slid that off and got a perfect view of her beautiful shaved pussy. I was going to be a generous partner and eat her out but she pushed me back on to the seat before I could, she undid my belt, and took my jeans down to my ankles. I honestly thought she was going to suck my dick which I was very excited for because my brother always talked about how she was a goddess at giving head. It honestly had been a rumor at our school that she was good at giving head.

Instead she grabbed my throbbing hard cock and put it at the entrance of her pussy with her feet on the seat and plunged herself all the way down on my cock, I was a little disappointed with the lack of head but her pussy was dripping wet and really tight, she felt so amazing. I had always wanted to see her tits too because she had massive DD, I pulled her shirt over her head and let her take control riding me. She was not quiet at all, up to this point she was probably the loudest girl I had had sex with. She had her hand on my shoulders and I had my hands on her ass helping her ride up and down on my throbbing cock.

I zonguldak escort rolled her over on to her back on the seat and got between her legs, I slid my cock into her and began rubbing her clit with my thumb. She was going absolutely crazy over the clitoral stimulation, something I had actually saw online and this was the first time I’d actually put into practice during sex. I was only 18 and wasn’t all that experienced at this point. I was surprised when she grabbed on to my thighs and started convulsing on my cock, I had actually made her cum, which at the time I saw as a huge accomplishment and a huge turn on.

I couldn’t last much longer, I was pretty sexually inexperienced and I had this gorgeous girl with a cleanly shaved pussy and massive DD tits letting me have my way with her. I stopped stimulating her clit, grabbed her thighs and spread them to maximize depth, and started bucking my hips and fucking her hard. She started grabbing on to my back and scratching it (honestly a bit too hard for my liking) and I remember asking her, “you’re on birth control right?” in between grunts and she laughed at me and just responded “Yeah” and continued moaning and grabbing on to me.

I felt the pressure building up in my balls, I knew I was extremely close, before I knew it I was exploding inside of her, bucking my hips and doing my own fare share of moaning. When my orgasm had subsided I sat straight back on the seat and just stared at her naked body as we both recovered.

She looked at me and asked “you came in me?” and I responded with “uhu” and she said “you’re lucky, I make my boyfriend clean me up when he cums in me”. She then grabbed wipes from her center console and cleaned my cum out of her pussy as we both sat there. We got redressed and she dropped me back at my car, I drove home and went to sleep. We never talked about it and never ended up hooking up again. It is definitely an experience I still think about, especially when I see her active on social media.

My car crunched to a halt on the gravelled driveway, and I turned off the purring engine. As I opened the door, I was confronted by my grandmother at the entrance to the grand house before me.

“I’m so glad to see you!” she cried, running towards me. “Everyone’s here already, you’re the last.” I didn’t even want to be there, but I felt I had to. You see, my grandmother is a rich woman, inheriting my grandfather’s wealth, and not being poor herself, she was able to afford a huge mansion on this grand estate. It was her 75th birthday, and she had invited some guests for a party.

I was led inside. I knew almost everyone there. My parents, my uncle, aunts, cousins, great uncles, lots of people. There were only a few people I didn’t know. They seemed to be related as well. There was an old lady, about the same age as my grandmother, and a middle-aged man and woman. I was told that the woman was a good friend of my grandmothers, and the man and lady were her daughter and son-in-law. They apparently also had a daughter, but she was nowhere to be seen. Soon, the dinner tables were set and we were led into the great hall, a large feast lay out before us. Now, you’ve probably seen these sorts of things in movies, but this really was a feast. I took my place next to my parents and looked over. The man and woman sat there, an empty seat next to them. I shrugged. Must be the daughter’s, I thought. We began to eat.

Not long after we had started though, I saw something that took my breath away. A young woman walked into the room, about 20. She was about 5’10”, with long legs and shoulder length black hair. Her eyes were blue, and she had large, voluptuous breasts, about 34d by my reckoning. She was dressed in a loose, black gown that meant I couldn’t get a proper look, but she seemed slim, and I couldn’t believe how hot she was. She promptly sat down on he chair opposite me, and gave me a quick smile, revealing her perfect teeth, before turning to her mother. Maybe this evening wasn’t going to be so boring after all, I thought.

I spent most of the meal engaging in conversation with the people around me, and risking quick glances at the girl on the opposite side of the table. Soon, the meal was over, and we proceeded to the hall for a dance. Now, I’m not much of a dancer, but I enjoy watching other people dance, so I sat and drank some of the punch. I was engrossed in the fluid movements of the current dancers when I felt a hand on my shoulder. I looked up to see a perfect, flawless face looking down at me. It was the girl.

“Hello there,” she said, smiling. “You look lonely, mind if I join you?”

“Not at all,” I replied, infatuated.

“Thanks,” she chirped, sitting down.

We began to converse on many different subjects. I found out her name was Sara, and she was 21. She had been dragged here by her parents, like me, and kilis escort was very bored. She danced, however.

“Do you want to dance?” she asked me.

“No thanks,” I replied. “I don’t dance very well.”

“Never mind,” she said, grabbing me by the hand. “You’ll enjoy it anyway.”

I was unwillingly dragged on to the dance floor, and she began to sway rhythmically. Before long I had picked up the tempo of the dance, and wasn’t doing that badly. Then, she started to really turn me on. I don’t know if she meant to do it, but if she did, it was working a treat. First, she tossed her long hair back over her shoulders and closed her eyes. She let out a slight moan, and I couldn’t help but think that I wanted to make her moan. Also, she began to move closer to me as the beat of the dance slowed down. This was not out of the ordinary, as the other couples were doing it too, but I really enjoyed it. Then, however, as the other couples remained close and dancing, she pressed herself right against me, her large breasts squashed against my chest. I was lucky that the bouncy material of her gown didn’t allow her to feel my huge erection. She moaned again, and then the music stopped. Instantly, she opened her eyes, smiled another of her stunning smiles, and pulled me back to the sitting area.

“That was fun, wasn’t it?” she asked me, cocking her head slightly.

“Yes, I have to admit it. It was rather fun,” I answered.

The rest of the evening passed with more dances, and every so often she would drag me up and repeat her performance. I eventually started to realise that it wasn’t deliberate; it was just the way she danced with me.

Soon, the evening started to break up. Some of the older people began to leave, wishing my grandmother farewell. I got up to leave, but then I realised that my parents and everyone else were staying.

“What’s going on?” I asked.

“Oh, sorry, we forgot to tell you,” my mother replied. “We’re staying here tonight, so that we can get away early to the show tomorrow.”

Oh yes, the show. We had to go to a flower show with my grandmother.

“Don’t worry, it’s not just us. It’ll be a bit more sociable, you’re grand mother’s friends are staying too.”

My heart leapt. That meant Sara would also be staying. We all went into the living room after everyone else had left, and began to drink coffee and play cards. People began to go up to their rooms, and before long it was just Sara and I left. We talked for a little while, and then decided to clear up and leave. We walked into the hall and ascended the stairs. When we reached the top, we walked to our rooms, and were shocked to find that they were across the hall from each other. I said goodnight, and began to turn away when I felt a hand on my shoulder. I turned around and Sara was looking at me quite kırklareli escort shyly.

“Em,” she said, embaressed. “I need to ask you a question.”

“OK,” I replied hesitantly.

“When I was… erm… dancing, did I make any… erm… noises?”

“Well you did moan softly, but I ignored it.”

“Oh god,” she whispered. “I’m so sorry. I always do that when I’m enjoying myself, people find it, disturbing.”

“Oh, I didn’t find it disturbing,” I comforted.

“You didn’t?” she replied, slightly more cheerful.

“No. In fact, I felt almost pleased. Pleased that I was making you enjoy yourself… so much.”

She threw her arms around me.

“Thankyou!” she cried. I smiled. She pulled her head back and looked deeply into my eyes. Our faces began to move slowly but surely towards each other, until our lips brushed slightly. The kiss then began much more passionate, driving our tongues into each other’s mouth. She moaned again, but this time wasn’t bothered about it. I reached out and opened the door to her room, and we both stumbled in. I shut the door as quietly as I could. And put my arms around her waist, pulling her closer to me.

I reached around the back of her dress, and, sweeping her lovely hair out of the way, found the zipper to her dress. I began to undo it, and the gown began to slide off her. With a rustling sound, it fell to the floor, and she was left standing in her underwear. I had a clear view of her breasts now, and I noticed that they were large, probably about a D-cup. She was slim, however, and beautiful. She pushed me back against the wall and removed my tux, bit by bit, until I was standing before her naked. I picked her up and pushed her onto the bed, slowly making circles on her stomach with my tongue. Her abdomen twitched and rippled. I slowly moved up, and licked her cheek. She moaned and squirmed. I re-initiated the kiss and we assaulted each other’s mouths for a few minutes. Eventually, she pushed me off and got up. I was left watching her as she began to dance again, this time far more seductively.

She swayed her hips and reached around her back. I heard a clicking sound and she slowly pulled her bra off, allowing me to see her voluptuous breasts. She then climbed back on top of me. I reached up and thumbed her nipples, and she moaned, before I spun her round. I began to lick her again, pausing to suck on her every so often. When I reached a nipple, I would spend ages just circling it, before finally running my tongue gently over it. Eventually, I reached down and slowly removed her panties, kissing her thighs as I went. When I had fully got them off, I threw them across the room.

“I think that there is something I ought to tell you,” she said.

“What?” I asked.

“I’m a virgin. More than that, I’ve never had an orgasm.”

“Wow,” karabük escort I replied. “You didn’t even masturbate?”

“No.” She shook her head.

“Then you need to be shown what you missed out on.

I instantly began to kiss her thighs again, and I approached her dripping wet pussy. She began to moan more often now, and when I finally reached her clitoris, she was already almost at orgasm. I sucked on it for a few seconds, and the she screamed quite softly, and came. I continued my licking, sucking routine and soon she had had two more orgasms. She was really enjoying this.

“Have you ever had anything enter you before?” I enquired. She looked back at me, gasping with pleasure and shook her head.

I thought it was about time she did then, and pushed a finger inside of her. She moaned loudly. I pushed another inside of her, and she moaned even louder. I couldn’t fit a third in; she was that tight. I moved the two that were in there in and out rhythmically and began to suck once more on her clitoris. My other hand reached up and began to thumb her right nipple, which also provoked a good response. Before long she had a massive orgasm. I relented and pulled away, climbing back up on to her. She looked up at me with pleading eyes, turning from the sweet girl at the party to a sex lover very quickly.

“Please, fuck me,” she whispered. Wow, she really is hot, I thought. She reached down and grabbed my cock, giving it a few pumps with her hands; her long nails lightly rubbing the head as they pulled away, now it was my time to moan. I position my head at the entrance to her pussy, and began to push in. She gasped. I slowed, and the renewed my push, getting slightly deeper. I pulled out and attack again, this time I was almost halfway in, my 7-inch member straining. Suddenly, I hit an obstacle. Her hymen. I looked at her. She nodded. I pushed into her a little more and she cried out in pain, some blood trickling onto the sheets. Her cry quickly became one of pleasure, however, as I was now all the way in. I pulled out and began to pump into her. She met my strokes with movements of her hips. I moaned. She moaned. We were both building up to a massive orgasm. I rested my body on my elbows and used my hands to brush away the hair from her face. I kissed her and licked her cheek. She replied with a similar manoeuvre. I felt myself about to climax and began to pump quicker. She also began to move her hips quicker, and by the increasing noise of her moans, I realised she was going to cum soon, too.

“I’m gonna cum!” I said, gasping.

“Me too, baby, me too,” she replied, also out of breath.

I pushed myself back up onto my hands, and she began to wriggle and squirm beneath me with the pleasure of it all. Then, I exploded. My cum shot out of my cock, deep into her pussy. Her own juices began to seep past my member as she came too.

“Oh go, I’m cumming!” she cried. “Fuck, this feels so good!”

I came with her for ages, until we were both dry. I pulled my cock out from her and settled down next to her to sleep.

“We’ll definitely be doing that again later,” she whispered as I fell asleep.

Bending over the paper-littered desk, surrounded by stacked book cases a bespectacled Becky reached behind her to spread her ass cheeks as the devilishly handsome fellow behind her sank to his knees. Her skirt was pushed clumsily above her waist, revealing a slick black thong, matching stockings and suspenders which streaked across her thighs to a frilly band stretching across her hips. Biting her bottom lip, she peered over her white blouse shoulder, where mere moments before male hands had unbuttoned her top to play with her black-bra encased breasts within. Her globes halfway pulled from their cups, nipples stretched over the tight rims which still tingled from his tweaking and sucking.

“Oh yeah, Johnny,” Becky murmured, as he lifted her thong from its snug position, her reading glasses resting awkwardly on the bridge of her nose, “eat my pussy!”

His response was muffled through the folds of her wet flesh as his tongue wormed its way deep into her dripping orifice.

“Fuck, that feels soooooooooooo good!” she groaned, thrusting her ass back into his face, feeling his nose prodded into her asshole. With her painted fingernails she clawed her buttocks, pulling them further apart, allowing him deeper access into her silky, wet cunt. His tongue lapped and licked and fucked her mercilessly, a seemingly ceaseless mechanical piece of taut flesh.

Drawing his tongue away from her cunt Johnny lapped at Becky’s asshole, tickling her there, slurping the taut, brown rose. She let out a gasp of surprise, not used to having her anus licked, the sensation knee-buckling. She gripped the desk and clawed the edge, shoving her ass back into his face. Johnny grasped her hips and tongue-fucked her asshole, his salvia oozing from his lips to mingle with her literally dripping pussy-juice.

“Gonna fuck you good, slut,” he promised her, getting to his feet and taking off his black t-shirt. Becky, her legs still tingly slowly turned round to face him, admiring his tight, rippled body. Her eyes spied the big erection bulging in his jeans. Taking off her glasses and placing them neatly on the desk behind her she was upon him immediately, caressing his prick with hungry fingers.

“You’re not going to let me suck your cock?” she asked him, pouting, before she softly kissed his mouth, licking his tongue. Her fingers unzipped his flies, she reaching within to take hold of the hot, rigid flesh. She squeezed her prize, slipping it from his jeans and, still sucking on his tongue she gently shafted the circumcised erection.

“In time, baby,” he told her. “I want you to suck your cunt-honey off my prick.”

“Yummy!” Becky purred. “I love tasting my juice off a fat cock!”

Johnny took hold kırşehir escort of her shoulders and spun her back round, so that her ass jutted out invitingly. He hungrily tore off her skirt, she kicking it to one side; her thong he tugged forcibly down her thighs. Spreading her stocking-thighs, she felt him nuzzle the bulbous tip of his purple dome against her silky-wet lips, before he slowly pressed forward, penetrating her. Becky gasped aloud as the fat prick filled her tight cunt, further and further still until she felt the full, thick length of him within her, balls-fucking-deep. Ye Gods, but he had a big cock!

“Like that, slut?” he growled into her ear.

“Fuck, yeah!” she moaned, feeling him slowly withdraw before sliding it into her once more. She moved back to meet his motion, her pussy slippery with honey. She could have sworn she felt his cock-veins throbbing inside her.

Johnny smothered her perfumed neck with passionate kisses, he also taking hold of her right breast and squeezing it in his palm. Between his fingers he tweaked her engorged nipple, her body now shaking, her titties wobbling as he built up a steady rhythm, his cock sliding in deep, withdrawing, pounding within her, balls swinging deliciously beneath.

“Oh yeah, fuck me, fuck me!” Becky panted through closed eyes, her tongue licking her lipstick-thick lips. His grip on her breast released, she felt him grip her hips as his pace quickened, his steel-like member piercing her each and every time he thrust deep into her honey-coated cunt. She threw back her hair, thick locks flaying her shoulders, and, letting out an orgasmic-charged groan came hard, her body rattling with climatic pleasure. Her clit felt as if it were on fire, yet Johnny did not stop. His magnificent cock continued plummeting away, harder, faster, harder, faster … God, he could fuck!

Then, he withdrew, his cock slipping from her, the sudden absence momentarily unsettling. “Time to suck cock, you nasty whore,” he told her.

“Oh yeah,” she murmured, getting to her feet to face him. They swapped places, Johnny kicking off his jeans and briefs before leaning back on the desk as Becky sunk to her knees in front of him. Taking hold of his honey-sticky cock, she squeezed him between her fingers before lowering her head and lashing out with her tongue. Their eyes locked, Becky swirled her pink tongue around his purple dome, she lapping at pre-cum that oozed in a silver pool from the cock-eye. She gently nibbled upon it, and then drew her tongue down the thick length of his shaft.

“Want me to take you in my mouth?” she asked him, whorishly, as she slapped his mushroom knob off her out-stretched tongue.

“And malatya escort suck it, you fucking slut,” Johnny grunted, peering down at her through lust-crazed eyes. Slowly yet surely Becky drew him into her mouth, onto her tongue, wrapping her lips around him, his cock pulsating wondrously in her mouth. As she allowed his cock to slowly melt onto her tongue, she could taste her cunt-honey drip from his throbbing cock like treacle down her throat.

“Delicious,” she said, or try to say, with a mouthful of cock. And the she felt Johnny’s hands upon her head pushing her down upon him, the tip of his prick nudging the back of her throat. She gagged, coughing onto him, snorting through her nose as he thrust deep into her mouth. Balancing herself on his muscular thighs Becky allowed him to fuck her mouth, he pumping as eagerly into the back of her throat as he did her pussy moments ago. He then released his grip on her, she coming up for air, a thick trail of pre-cum and saliva coming with her, splattering her lips as she spat him from her mouth.

Johnny took hold of his cock and smeared the tip across her face, wiping pre-cum and spit onto her flushed cheeks, her chin, across her exposed tongue. “Like sucking cock?” he asked her.

“Oh yeah, I love sucking cock,” she replied, letting him rest on her tongue before he slid his fat prick into her mouth once more. He let her to her own devices, she now bobbing her head back and forth as she greedily gobbled upon him, slurping noisily, sluttishly.

“Goddamn, Becky,” he groaned, peering down upon her, Becky now shafting him with one hand as she cupped his cum-heavy balls with the other. She sucked the tip of his cock between her lips and continued, her eyes never leaving his.

“I want you to fuck me,” she said, her breasts wobbling hypnotically within her bra as she pulled on Johnny’s thick prick. “Fuck me hard!”

Within seconds Johnny had Becky on her desk, she laying across with her legs to each side, Johnny pushed up against her, his cock embedded in her sticky cunt, balls shoved up next to her. The desk rattled precariously as they fucked like this, Becky’s breasts shaking loose from her bra, books once in piles toppling to one side and spilling onto the floor. Her white blouse was now a tangled mess wrapped around her arms and shoulders

“Oh yeah, oh yeah fuck me, you bastard, fuck me!” Becky groaned, feeling his powerful hands on her breasts, gasping as his fingers pulled on her nipples, shuddering to his pussy-melting kisses upon her neck and throat. His thick, muscle-bulging thighs brushed against her stoking-thighs, and through closed eyes she felt his balls bash repetitively niğde escort against her ass.

He lifted her right thigh into the air, a streak of black aiming skyward. Here he fingered her clit, she squirming against him, the pleasure almost unbearable. Now and then he would bite her, sinking his teeth into her shoulders, gently nibbling the exposed flesh. Her blouse was stained with his saliva.

“On your knees,” he commanded her, withdrawing from her gooey cunt and helping her onto all fours on top of the tornado-strewn desk.

“What have you got in mind, Stud?” Becky inquired, saucily.

“I’m gonna fuck your ass, slut. You know you want it.”

“Oh yeah, baby,” she purred, excitedly, “Fuck my ass! I want to feel your big cock in my ass!”

Johnny pressed his bulbous dome to the mouth of her asshole and pressed home. Becky hissed, but surprisingly his prick slid effortlessly into her anus. He withdrew, but thrust homeward again, this time to the hilt, his balls pressed against her pussy. Becky reached under to knead his testicles, eagerly fingering them.

“Oh fuck yeah!” she cried, as Johnny now fucked her, his cock sliding in and out of her ass in long, deep strokes. “Fuck my ass! Fuck me!”

Through gritted teeth the fellow did as he was told, throwing his cock deep into the sucking mouth of her asshole. Her ass was tight, so fucking tight, the sensation excruciatingly good. With her fingertips now fingering her clit and grazing his pumping prick Johnny knew that he wouldn’t be able to hold off for long. Becky came once more, screaming her pleasure, her body wracked with climatic joy, her fingers twiddling her clit in a blur of motion, she concentrating solely on the incredible feeling of Johnny’s gorgeous cock in her ass. Her climax was toe-curling-fucking-awesome.

Feeling his orgasm building up inside him, from the tip of his toes to the very depths of his balls he told Becky in no uncertain terms that he was going to cum.

“Don’t shoot in my ass,” she warned him, “cum on me!”

Withdrawing before kneeling over her, Johnny shafted his ass-sticky prick as Becky spun round to face him. Here she cupped his balls to aid his climax, telling him to come all over her, that she wanted to bathe in his cum and whorishly licking her lips, wanting to taste him.

Nothing loathe, Johnny let out a grunt before his body moved forward, a great series of salty jets spurting from the tip of his cock. It went everywhere — plashing Becky’s breasts, her tummy, her neck, shooting as far as her forehead and hair, a few sporadic blasts decorating the desk and books around her. Giggling sluttishly Becky reached forward and gently sucked the twitching knob into her mouth, swallowing the small pool of silver cum that poured from his cock-eye. She released his prick from her mouth, admiring his magnificent orgasm.

“Wow, Johnny,” Becky said, suddenly letting go a girlish giggle, “you can work off your overdue library fines with me anytime!”

Fin

“Hey baby. You should come over here. I have a surprise for you. Only if you want it of course.” I wink, “When I go down on you I’m going to go really slow, no need to rush”.

I’ll have you sit back and relax as I slowly unbutton, unzip, and slide your pants off. Then I’ll kiss your stomach and down to your hips. I’ll play with your dick with my hand while I give you kisses nearby. Then I’m going to kiss closer, and closer, moving down your thigh and start to lick and kiss your balls, still softly caressing your cock.

Ill slowly lick the base of your cock moving toward the tip slowly. I will barely be touching your head and my tongue will be dancing around it, then my lips will lock on softly and slide down until they are just past your head. My tongue will be playing all over your cock as I take you in deeper, grabbing your hips to prevent myself from swallowing you whole right away.

My right hand slides over, massaging your cock gebze escort in rhythm with my mouth. When you start getting really sensitive I’ll slow down and stop sucking, but keep massaging it with my hand, ill say ‘aw, but baby, you haven’t been in my pussy yet” with an innocent look but my eyes burning in desire.

Then ill say “or do you not want my warm, wet pussy surrounding your big hard cock?” as I slowly climb on top of you holding my pussy less than an inch above your cock. Then I lower just a bit and you can feel the intense heat radiating off of me. I feel you slightly move, wanting it so bad.

I lower, taping your head with my wet pussy slowly enveloping your head. I move slowly in a circular motion, up, down, side to side with only your head in my pussy. My cunt is begging me to go down, but I squeeze your muscular arms in protest, I want it to last a long time.

I can feel the blood in your rock hard gümüşhane escort cock pulsing in my pussy and I lower a bit to let myself feel more of it, still going in my circular motion. I continue going down a bit further every time I go down and it excites me all the more, really wanting your whole cock deep inside me, I will have it soon enough.

I go down more and more soon having your cock rocking side to side deep in my pussy rubbing my g spot, driving me insane and putting me on the verge of coming.

Though your cock is overflowing my brain with pleasure, I keep a steady pace rubbing your head on that spot. When we’re both about to explode I’ll say “oh, babe. Please suck my pussy, I’m begging you.” Then ill quickly move with you onto the bed and turn so my sopping wet pussy just above your face as your pussy-covered cock stands deliciously in front of my eyes.

“I really want to taste your izmir escort cum, it’s been so long…” And with that I begin pumping your dick with my hand while sucking up the mixture of my pussy and your pre-cum all over your cock.

I feel you pause enough to whisper, “Oh, baby. I’m going to- I’m going to cum!” My sucking intensifies and that phrase sends me over the edge and my whole body shudders as I cum all over and in your mouth, then it seems time slows as I feel you dick tighten, ready to explode and fill my mouth with your delicious cum. Then it happens, as soon as I feel your hot cum streaming out of your cock I go down, all the way, swallowing you down my throat, feeling your cock pulse inside my mouth. There is so much, I pull back to swallow my favorite juice in the world and feel your cock convulse again and fill my mouth, dripping out of the corners of my lips. I swallow that as well.

When you we’re done cumming I leisurely slow down until you were completely clean and satisfied. I stop sucking on you and look up and your cum-covered face and I come up to clean you off. I kiss away all my cum off your face and lick my lips. I give you a deep, passionate kiss and then I fall asleep on your chest, in your arms with you.

Martha searched through the packs of steaks for one that looked like it hadn’t been sat there for a week already. Deep in thought as to how she might concoct a good peppercorn sauce she felt a presence behind her. Jack wrapped his arms around her soft belly hanging cutely as she bent over. As she rose his hands followed, tracing a line up her body to grasp at her huge tits. He loved the way they hung as she bent over and from the end of the aisle he had watched as her cleavage spilled out to his great delight leaving just enough to the imagination for both him and the young shelf stacker who had been fixated by this beautiful blonde-haired vision.

Martha loved to show off her curves and her low slung top nestle around her massive breasts, hugging them into a treasure trove of sexuality and pleasure. She was tall and stood out with her dyed-bright red hair which hung around her shoulders. And despite what they thought, even the guys walking around with their trophy wives would stair, their cocks twitching within their pants.

“I can feel you Jack,” she said as his semi-hard rod made inroads between her perfectly sized ass.

“I thought you might,” he replied as he slid a hand inside her top grasping her fleshy tit. The shelf-stacker had retreated, probably to some store room to blow the load he had building as a result of Martha’s unashamed display of flesh that teenage liaisons could only aspire to.

“I’ll tell you what, just grab the decent stuff on the top shelf and let’s get out of here – I have something special I want to give you when we get home,” Jack said, and with that Matha grabbed the meat and took it to the till.

Restrained, with a heightening sense of the pleasure about to befall their charged bodies they drove home. Barely able to keep from touching each other they arrived at the doorway. Jack fumbled in excitement as he attempted the lock. Second time lucky he got the key in and was about to step through when Martha slid her hand round him grasping his growing rod to say “I hope you’re going to karaman escort aim better with this ‘cos I am wet and ready.”

He packed away the essentials from the shopping, cold stuff before turning to find his muse close in front of him. He forced her back against the counter and forced himself upon her. Pushing his tongue into her mouth her kissed her passionately. He slid a hand up under her shirt feeling the loose, well-shaped flesh that drove him into ecstasy. She began to undo his shirt and he let it fall to the floor.

Now it was a race to get her out of these clothes. In full view of the street through the kitchen window he slipped a hand into her bra and flopped out one of those mammoth tits. It flopped down onto her shirt holding a beautiful melon shape, topped with a huge tea plate sized areola and puffy nipple. She held it up for him to feast on and, obligingly he suckled on the pink teat as she let out a soft moan.

Biting and pulling at her breast he found his way to the buttons of her shirt and released them one by one to bare her pale freckled body. Releasing the lacey mass of material that consituted her balconette bra her tits flopped down to perch on top of her belly. He pressed himself against them feeling their warmth and softness.

He explored the folds of her body paying close attention to her nipples as she offered one, then the other to him to suck. She took one in her own mouth, nibbling on the tip and sending waves of sensations through her body as Jack planted kisses over her chest.

In a moment she turned the pace and had his trousers undone. She forced down her own skirt and jack ripped open the thing tights to reveal her soaking wet cotton panties. He dropped to his knees and lapped at the sweet juices running through the cotton and down her legs before rising to bring her a taste of his enjoyment.

Now naked she pushed him onto one of the kitchen chairs facing the window. He sat, looking up at this giantess of a woman, poised and wet with passion kars escort to feel his cock inside her.

“I want all of you inside me,” she said. “Give me 10 inches of pleasure, make me scream as you suck my tits and probe my pussy with that massive rod.”

She straddled him and placed the dripping lips of her pussy against the tip of his cock. Her love juices dribbled down his long thick shaft and onto his balls. Slowly she slid her body down, around his huge member. She pulled away only increasing his pleasure before plunging down further. He travelled deeper into the folds of her pussy as she let gravity take effect and within minutes he was as deep as he could ever be inside a woman.

Martha’s pussy tightened around him as she started to ride the great rod inside her. Her tits began to bounce infront of Jacks face and he found he couldn’t choose where to focus his hands to most enjoy the feel of the big beautiful women bouncing up and down on his cock. He grasped at her tits pulling them towards his mouth and sucking and biting at the pink protrusions that offered themselves to him.

And then he caught a glimpse of the window. Or more specifically Martha’s friends Honey and Jill staring through the window. Both big and both the subject of Jack’s attentions in the past he found it turned him on to see them watching, staring at the sight of their friend bouncing up and down on his giant member. They could see her big ass planted on his lap, and his balls, glistening from Martha’s juices, between his legs rythmically being squashed together as he forced himself deeper into her.

But the girls didn’t leave. They carried on watching and honey brought a finger to her lips to indicate for Jack to keep quiet. He obliged and the girls noticeably began touching their breasts, and each others.

As Martha’s moans grew louder Jack momentarily released a hand of his sensual explorations of Martha’s body and made a quick beckon for the girls to come in. In one movement he brought his hand kıbrıs escort down to bear, grasped Martha’s hips, thrust up deep inside her and she came with a loud moan throwing her head back and forward before resting for only a second. In an instant she again began riding Jack’s monster rod and offering her tits to him again to suck. His balls, legs and the chair now soaking in a mixture of Martha’s juices and his pre-cum she slid about sensually driving him into a state of heightened passion.

Behind her he could now see Honey and Jill as they began stripping each other unbeknownst to Martha. He rhythmically drove his shaft deep into her as the girls beyond began sucking at each other’s nipple. The girls worked each other’s bodies as Jack delighted in three BBWs naked in his kitchen. Honey slid a finger, then two into Jill’s soaking pussy whilst still suckling at her nipple. In reply, Jill thrust her whole hand deep inside Honeys gaping lovebox. The girls, without a sound, deeply pleasured their play thing, hands soaked in womanly juices as the came over and over, restraining their moans to conceal their presence.

Jack exploded, filling Martha with his hot creamy cum. She screamed as his cock expanded inside her to release the huge load. She rose, and plunged down again as she shook violently in her own all-consuming orgasm. They jolted together, moaning and pawing at each other before she rose and slid off of his spent member as it dribbled with the combined juices of their innermost beings.

She knelt in front of him, those massive bags of flesh resting on his legs, and began to lap up his manly juices. Swallowing his giant rod as far as she dare she drunk again as he raised another shot from those glistening balls, hittintg the back of her throat while all the time Honey and Jill tasted and probed each other’s most intimate parts. Martha worked Jack until she had exhausted his supply, for now at least.

Spent, Martha sat back on her heels. Jack viewed her glorious shape and size, the object of his affections, before his gaze was drawn to the sensual explorations of the women infront of him. Martha turned her head to find her two friends deep into pleasuring each other. She turned back to Jack, smilled a feindish smile and turned back to the ensuing action. Jack waited for what would happen next…

Duncan Cyrus, age 21, Park Milf

One Saturday afternoon, I decided to visit a park. It was recommended by some classmates of mine. A place where a lot of people go, but it is still a very serene area. I decided to give it a shot and I headed there. Luckily some spring warmth had kicked in by then. I brought a blanket, some lemonade, crackers, cheese, and lunch meat; with sketch book and a comic in tow. I had already done my workout for the day. While at the park I understood why it was so popular. Spacious didn’t describe it. The people seemed rather at peace as well.

I laid out my blanket and arranged the snacks. I picked up my sketch book and began drawing. On my off time I sketch for some money. Going price is about ten dollars. It varies upward depending on my patrons’ or matrons’ details. Really nothing hard to do. I call them FEMOS.

I was just finishing the head part when a child came running across my blanket. Apparently the mother was screaming at the child, but I was into my own world. The child tripped on my blanket. I looked at the little girl. She looked to be mixed, with what I didn’t know. The mother came up a little distraught seeing if the child was alright. van escort

She didn’t take into account that she bent her humongous, beautiful derrière in my face. It had a roundness like a globe. Her thighs were big and she was bowlegged with strong calves. When the mom turned to regard me she didn’t apologize for putting her ass directly in my line of vision but that her child had disturbed me. If I didn’t know any better I’d think she set it up. Her front sort of mirrored her back. Her stomach protruded slightly, but it wasn’t horrifying. Her breasts somewhat hung without the bra she wore.

I accepted the apology with some stammering and she knew she got to me. She became interested in my sketching and sat beside me to watch. We talked over my hobby and we had a conversation about her childhood and her life as a single parent. Her ex-husband is paying alimony that basically sets her up for life, but she works as an elementary school teacher. We chatted until her child was ready to go. She asked me to meet her that following weekend in the park again.

Again I went and had a blanket, set it down, and started my drawing. I started using the park yalova escort as a place to do more drawing. She came alone that time. I’m guessing the ex-husband had her daughter for the weekend. She asked me to move my blanket to a more private area of the park. Can’t disclose, because I don’t want others hoarding in on my spot. Anyway, we arrived and she asked me to sketch her. I asked in what way and she took off her top layers. She wore a red bra and panties. She had on a gold necklace, some rings, a bracelet, and earrings; all gold. She definitely had this planned.

She just didn’t know what pose she wanted. I had her; hopefully my description will come out clear. I asked her to sit with her legs crossed, then told her to lean on her hands to the back of her and lock her arms straight, then uncross her legs, then have the bottoms of her heels on the ground, then told her to spread her legs, tilt her head downwards towards her left and smile.

It took only ten minutes for the sketch. I’d put finishing touches on it later. I gave her a price and she accepted. I never had done it outside even more so in a park. I crawled into her and kissed her surprisingly çorlu escort passionately. She took my shirt off and rubbed on my flat, muscular midsection. She was soft in her middle. I somehow got my pants off and unleashed the snake that charmed her into creaming all over my beast. I pounded into her fleshy vortex with skin smacking sounds loudly resounding in the air.

She wrapped her arms around my neck pushing my face into her chest. I sucked so hard I gave her hickies. She responded in kind by nipping on my strong neck. Thought she was going to break skin. After a good thirty minutes in missionary she hopped on top of me, reverse cowgirl. She bounced up and down on my python. She whooped and hollered. She laughed because she never had so much fun in riding.

I laid back with my hands behind my head and enjoyed the show. My pelvis would lift up a bit if she slammed hard enough and came back up. I was fascinated how well her bubble wiggled and jiggled that I grabbed it. I surprised her because she gasped, but didn’t break stride. I asked for more and she sat on her knees and then gyrated in my lap. Her muscles massaged me.

The feeling was too much to bear and I told her I was about to cum. She stood up and tittyjobbed my dick until I busted on her bust. She thanked me for the fun time and gave me a card and told me to call her if wanted to do more art work. I’ll let y’all know if other times are important enough to put in my journal.

“I spoke to my sister last night. She wants us to come up to stay next week,” said Cat as we lay in bed on a lazy Sunday morning. “Our parents are away.”

“Oh?” I said. I was aiming for studied nonchalance and I might have got away with it if Cat hadn’t been stroking my dick. We both felt it twitch.

“Yeah,” she said with a smile. “She asked after you.”

“Oh?” I repeated.

“She’d kind of obsessed with you. Well, your dick anyway.”

“O..oh?” I managed to croak out.

I’d only met Cat’s eighteen year old sister Pippa a couple of months ago but it had been a very memorable occasion.

The weekend had started with me leering at my future sister-in-law’s barely legal family-size funbags. It had ended with me, well, there’s no polite way of putting this, face fucking her and cumming so hard down her throat that she almost choked to death. Amazingly, all with my girlfriend’s blessing.

So yeah, a pretty memorable weekend.

“Do you think you’d like to visit?”

“Maybe,” I answered cannily.

“Maybe?” Cat was stroking faster now.

“Definitely maybe.”

“I think she’s like that. Do you know what she said?”

I shook my head.

“She said she couldn’t stop thinking about fucking you. That she fantasised about it all the time. In fact, she begged me to let you fuck her.”

Help me out, what is the appropriate way of responding to that? I settled for: “Yeah?”

“Yeah.” There was a wicked note in her voice as she echoed me. “So I made a bet with her.”

“A bet?” I repeated stupidly through clenched teeth but even as I was mindlessly parroting Cat’s words an orgasm wracked my body.

“Woah!” said Cat, looking at me with wide eyes. “I don’t think you’ve ever come from a handjob before. Usually my bloody arm gets too tired. I didn’t even tell you about the bet yet!”

“Tell me about the fucking bet!” I roared, pouncing on her. I was kissing her neck and roughly grabbing her boobs and generally acting like an animal. But if my blood was up, the sweaty, spunky mess that was my body wasn’t doing it for Cat.

“Gross!” she said, battering my chest with her tiny fists. “Get off me and go and have a shower. And then change these sheets – it looks like a bomb went off in a fertility clinic under here. Then, if you are a good boy, I’ll tell you about the bet.”

I took one glance back as I went through the bathroom door. Cat had her head under the covers as she examined the scene of the crime.

“Oh, you are totally washing these,” she muttered to herself.

In the shower I once again almost forgot to resent the extortionate rent I was playing for this ‘contemporary student living’. It was twice the price of Cat’s halls and three times the distance from uni but it had a double bed and its own shower.

I let the scalding water sluice over me and revelled in the innocent pleasure of a bloody good shower. Well, it started innocently but as I began to wash myself, my mind couldn’t help drifting back to my girlfriend’s sister. In particular how she’d coughed up my spunk and it had splattered all over her tits.

Despite having emptied by nuts only minutes earlier, I was already starting to plump up.

My erotic reverie was interrupted by a voice. “Room for a small one?”

“Any time,” I said, turning and smiling.

Cat was a bit reserved but she had no hang ups about her body. Understandably.

“You are fucking gorgeous,” I said, causing Cat to blush.

It was true. She was by far the hottest girl I knew; hotter than me, for sure. Smarter too. I mean, I was at university so I wasn’t a retard but I was doing Geography and she was doing Chemistry. Say no more. I voiced my next thought out loud: “What did I do to deserve you?”

She grinned. “You’re right, you don’t really have any redeeming qualities at all. I’m only with you because of your massive cock.” She emphasised this last point with a sharp, bell-ringer’s pull on my semi-flaccid penis.

She was joking, of course, and she knew that I knew that. If anything, she found my size an inconvenience. She’d once mock wailed, “why can’t it be seven inches?” and whilst she’d been joking then too, the complaint had also held a grain of truth.

“I’m good with my hands too, right?” I said, snaking my hands down her sides to rest on the swell where her arse met her hips.

“Prove it.”

I didn’t rise to her bait because at that moment I just wanted to kiss her. So I did. We were totally lost in the moment, our bodies locked together, mouths meeting hungrily, water streaming down our bodies. Cat didn’t even complain that her hair was getting wet. I slicked her thick, blonde tresses back away from her face and gazed into her eyes. I’ll be honest, I almost said the L word…

“Hands?” she reminded me.

“How about mouth?” I asked wolfishly, thinking Cat seemed to be in the right mood.

“Oh-kay,” she said in a sing-song voice, pretending to be put out but sort of not pretending either.

Cat was the only girl I knew who didn’t like oral. Receiving, I trabzon escort mean. If I had my way, I’d have spent every weekend with her firmly sat on my face but Cat much prefered an effective fingerbang. She found my tongue too tickly and never actually came from it.

She was also kind of squeamish. Never mind jizz, she even found sweat – including her own – gross. Many was the time she’d come back from a run – dripping, flushed, nipples like pebbles in her sports bra – and I’d wanted to pounce on her. No dice. She was always straight into the shower first. As for eating her out, if she wasn’t feeling total pristine, forget it.

So I wasn’t surprised when she neatly tucked her fingers inside herself to give herself a quick little wash. By the third time, it seemed things had gone beyond hygiene though.

“Hey, I thought I got to do that,” I protested as I kissed my way down her exquisite body.

“You said no.” Cat’s voice was a breathy pout.

I was going to protest further but by then I’d reached her honey coloured fuzz so I just got stuck in. I basically nuzzled her hand out of the way and dived straight in, only pausing to slurp her fingers clean.

It was fun, obviously, but it was also a somewhat sanitised experience. At least she didn’t taste of shower gel like she often did.

“Ungh,” came a sharp noise from above me.

“Nice?”

“Nice,” she agreed. “But that’s enough.”

She even started to get out of the shower, the massive tease. I had other ideas. Keeping her hips anchored with my head, I spun her around so she was against the wall and I had a face full of arse.

“I haven’t cleaned all of you yet.”

I peeled apart her bum cheeks and exposed her winking anus. It looked delectable and I aimed my tongue straight for it but was stopped by a sharp elbow to my temple.

“Get away from that, you fucking pervert.”

It was said without malice but as she looked over her shoulder back down at me, I still stuck out my lip. She laughed.

“You. Out. Bed. Now.”

Then Cat practically sprinted to the bed and hurled herself onto the duvet, face down, arse up. Her knees were spread and her hips canted up, giving me a perfect view of her delicious snatch. Like I said, Cat was squeamish but she sure as hell wasn’t shy about her body.

I took my cue and buried my face in her crotch, my nose banging into her perineum in my haste. But before I’d got even a few licks into devouring her pussy, her strong little hand was reaching back and bashing me round the head.

“Stop messing around and get your dick inside me.”

Messing around?

Okay, fine. Even in my own head, my imaginary voice sounded pouty; just once I’d like it to be a proper ‘all you can eat’ buffet. I relinquished my prize but not without a sloppy dog-like lick that went all the way from her clit to her arsehole.

I grabbed her thigh tightly with one hand and my dick equally tightly with the other then slapped my meat down into her arse crevice with a thunderous slap. Cat was probably about to chastise me for this as well but – as requested – I stuffed my dick into her so all that came out of her mouth was: “Ngh”.

She was soaked but she was tight and I was massive. Have I mentioned that? I’ve got an absolutely enormous penis. Oh, I had mentioned that? Sorry.

Anyway, my firm thrust had buried a couple of inches inside her but now it was my time to lean back and let her do the work.

Cat subscribed to the Boiled Frog school of sex. I know, sexy, right? Basically she had to trick her snug little box into swallowing me a millimetre at a time. With enough patience an anaconda can swallow an antelope. With even more patience, a kitty cat can swallow an anaconda.

So basically I stayed still as Cat rocked gently back and forth, taking a smidgin more of my dick each time. All I had to do was gaze done proudly as my massive meat was slowly but inexorably engulfed by the hungry little cunt lurking beneath that world class arse. There are worse things in life.

Perhaps some people would have found this frustrating – and god knows I did sometimes just want to slam balls deep – but I was a patient man. I’d had good training.

I’d lost my virginity to Bess, a school friend. While the cliche is that losing your virginity is an embarrassing fumble that both parties regret, the sheer logistics of being hung like a horse had made things very different for us. Even finding condoms that actually fitted was a mission; thank god for the internet.

Unlike Cat, Bess had no objection to muff diving and relished my amateur enthusiasm. And we weren’t fools; she’d slathered me with half a bottle of lube. But while we were both so slippery we’d had to put a towel on the bed, the mechanics of coupling were still daunting. In the end, I lay on my back and Bess squatted above me. She was wearing a cute pink slip because she found being completely naked embarrassing. In particular, she thought her hefty double Ds made her look fat. As if. Bess looked at me, bit her tunceli escort lip and commenced docking.

There then followed what felt like hours of exquisite torture.

Bess’s eyes bulged wide as I entered and stayed wide until they were reduced to slits. By the time she’d descended halfway down, she was completely gone, breath erratic, head lolling, rubbing her clit furiously. I reached up and dropped the spaghetti straps off her shoulders, freeing her magnificent melons.

By the time, she got two thirds of the way down, she came. I’d made her come before but never anything like this. As she shook and squeezed, I knew I was experiencing something glorious – something divine – that I’d never tire of.

Bess collapsed down onto my chest, my huge, hard cock lodged deep inside. “Oh boy. Just give me a minute.”

We lay like that, entwined and enmeshed, her head against my neck, listening to each other breathing.

“Okay. You can give me some more now.”

And that’s when, for the first time, I started to thrust.

Bess’s eyes shot open and I momentarily panicked. “Should I stop?” I asked.

“No,” she gasped. “Just. Quite. Intense. Christ.”

We fucked for hours that night and many nights afterwards until, by mutual agreement, we went our separate ways for university. And that was how I learnt that good things come to he who waits.

So I never rushed Cat and the view was fucking amazing but that didn’t mean I was going to be completely passive.

“So tell me about the bet.”

“What bet?”

I couldn’t help myself, I gave her a light slap on her right buttock. It was very vanilla but would usually have got me a scowl and a telling off.

Cat gasped in surprise. “You’ve been very naughty since that night. You know, I think you liked topping my sister.”

Duh.

I gave her a slightly harder slap. “I think you liked topping your sister.”

“Maybe.”

Okay, now we were getting somewhere.

“Maybe?”

“Definitely maybe. Oh God, Charlie, do it again!”

“This?” I asked, laying a fronthand, backhand combo across her arse.

Cat made a funny little noise in the back of her throat. “That,” she panted in agreement.

“The bet,” I reminded her with a firm whack for emphasis.

“Pippa says she feels sorry for you. The fact you’ve never been properly deepthroated. Her words. Never been balls deep. Her words.”

That was sweet of Pippa. Surprisingly few people are sympathetic about the myriad problems posed by possessing an enormous penis. Odd, that.

“I told her not to waste her tears on your stupidly large dick.” See. “I said it was a physical impossibility. But she bet me it wasn’t.”

Cat seemed to lose her thread and just rocked back and forth making contented noises. Selfish! While she was getting her rocks off, I was on bloody tenterhooks.

“And?” I asked with another slap to kickstart the story.

“I said she’d already given it her best shot. If she couldn’t do it last time, why would it be any different?”

“And what did she say?”

“She said she’d been practicing.”

Jesus!

“She said that if I’m so confident, I should put my money where my mouth is. We should make a bet: if she can swallow all of you then I have to let her fuck you.”

“Do I get a say?” I asked. But a grin was splitting my face. Actually it was more like a grimace as I tried desperately not to empty my nuts.

“Do you need a say? It is my decision.”

“And what is your decision?”

“I don’t know. I need to work out what happens if she loses. Which she will. I mean, she will give it a bloody good go but you can’t defy the laws of physics.”

I chose not to say anything but I thought Pippa managed to defy the laws of physics on a number of fronts. Or at least two big fronts.

“Are you thinking about fucking my teenage sister?”

“…No.”

“Good. Concentrate on spanking me like the naughty little bitch I am.”

“Who are you and what have you done with my girlfriend?”

“Less talking, more spanking.”

This was amazing and I decided I was going to push it right to the limit. I sucked my index finger and gazed down at my unsuspecting girlfriend, my target clearly visible between her flexing cheeks. Grabbing her left buttock firmly, I slid my finger into her anus up to the first knuckle.

“Take it out!”

Usually Cat was very much the boss and I would have jumped to her command. But I was feeling cocky now and put the ball back in her court.

“If you want it out, just slide forward off my dick.”

“Noooo!”

“Then I guess this is a Mexican standoff,” I said with a little pump of my hips.

“Oh god, it feels enormous back there. I feel totally stuffed. Oh god,” she muttered again, her head dropping down.

I started to saw my finger in and out to the off stroke of my dick and that was when Cat totally fucking lost it. Her head dropped down into the duvet and her hand came flying backwards to assault her clit. It was like uşak escort pulling the lever on an ejector seat: her orgasm went shooting out of her body.

As the long muscles in her thighs went into spasm and she face-planted onto the bed with a gutteral squark, I finally pulled my finger out of her bum and just admired the view. Or at least as much as I could whilst her pussy did its best to give my dick a friction burn.

Eventually Cat raised her head up, tossed her hair back and groaned.

“Okay, your go. But slowly.”

Sure, slowly. Simple, right? Cat was completely obviously to the fact she was basically inflecting the sex equivalent of Chinese water torture on me.

I slid forward – slowly – each millimetre of ground gained producing agonising ecstacy. A deep sigh escaped me.

“Wait, that’s it!”

Cat suddenly leaned forward on her knees and I hurriedly shuffled forward to avoid my dick falling out of her. What the fuck?

“Er, wasn’t it my go?” I asked pathetically as she grabbed her phone off the bedside table.

“So go for it,” Cat said as she dialled someone. The boss was back.

I resumed low gear penetration. Christ, I deserved to be reincarnated as the Dalai bloody Lama for this.

“Hey, Pippa.”

Ah, right. Who else?

“Yo. Hey, I sound weird. Am I on speaker phone?”

“Yeah, I’m kind of in the middle of something.”

That sounded like my cue so I gave Cat an extra half inch. She yelped and shot me a glare.

“Oh yeah?” There was a fruity laugh. “Is Charlie there? Charlie, are you there?”

Cat shook her head at me.

“No,” I said. Cat’s scowl deepened so I slipped her another half inch and she gave up fighting a battle on three fronts.

“So you are just calling me so I can listen to you have sex? Weird flex but okay.”

“Shut up, Pippa.” Cat was in the zone now; speaking smoothly as I slid in and out of her steaming slit. “I’m calling because the bet is on. I’ve worked out the other side of the equation.”

“Yeah?” There was a strange mix of excitement and fear in Pippa’s voice.

“If you win, you can fuck Charlie. If you lose, Charlie still fucks you… but up the arse.”

I almost shot my load then and there but managed to pull out and absolutely drench Cat’s bum crack instead.

“You’re on,” came Pippa’s tinny voice from the phone as I collapsed bonelessly onto the bed.

***

Come the fateful day though, and Cat gave every sign of getting cold feet. She was a bit odd from the moment we woke up and was very stand-offish on the train. I wondered if the sisters had been texting and stirring the sibling rivalry back up. Now, with her can of gin and tonic, novel and headphones, she was totally self-sufficient and I appeared to all the world to be some sort of friendzone loser who couldn’t take a hint.

“Do you want to do the crossword?” I asked, looking up from my paper.

Cat looked at me blankly so I made the ‘pull your headphones out’ gesture like some sort of public transport sex pest.

“What?”

“Do you want to do the crossword?” I repeated, trying to offer an olive branch.

“I’ve got this,” she said, raising her book slightly and putting her earpiece back in.

Okay then. The rest of the journey passed in mutual silence.

As we left the station, the window of a VW Golf came down and a voice called out, “Your chariot awaits!” The voice was accompanied by blaring music that made me feel like an old man at 20.

Cat pointedly stepped in front of me and opened the passenger door so I got in the back.

As soon as we were in, Pippa was off like a rocket. She was obviously a proper girl racer and I suddenly realised I knew nothing about her. Apart from the fact she was gagging for my cock.

It was a slightly scary journey. I didn’t have a driving licence and was always a bit of an anxious passenger but surely you weren’t meant to take corners that fast? And did the engine really need to be revved that much?

“Stop showing off,” said Cat, her first words in half an hour.

Pippa scoffed. Actually scoffed.

“You live in London with art, culture, shopping and what must be one of the biggest cocks in the country on tap. I live at home. Gotta get my thrills where I can.”

There was silence after that, only occasionally broken by one of the sisters pointing out a local landmark. At one point we drove past the big stone gates of an imposing looking estate. The sign said Stonemere Secondary.

“My old school,” said Cat.

“My current school,” said Pippa.

Yep, I reminded myself, I’d come up here to fuck a school girl.

“Sucked a lot of cocks there,” continued Pippa in a wistful tone.

A not exactly innocent school girl.

Cat rolled her eyes.

“None of them hold a candle to you though, Charlie,” Pippa added, craning her head round to me.

“Er, could you keep your eyes on the road,” I pleaded.

“And could you metaphorically keep my boyfriend’s dick out of your mouth,” added Cat. “I am being pretty fucking generous here and you don’t need to make such a big deal out of it.

“Don’t make a big deal out of it?” Pippa said incredulously. “Look, I’m appropriately grateful but it is definitely a big, fat deal. I’m fucking soaked just thinking about it. I told you that cock would haunt me.”

The morning’s paper rustled as my feet moved beneath it, dragging me from a memory, a dream of being sexually worshipped by my husband. I heard Keelan rambling from my room, out to the living room and back, mumbling on her phone.

“No. I have no idea how she’ll take this news, on top of everything else that’s been thrown at her this past few weeks. Well, what would you expect her to do? Sing joyfully?! Fecking idiot.”

“What now?” I mumbled from beneath the blankets.

“What? You’re awake?”

“Actually, I’m hoping I’m still asleep and this last month has just been a nightmare. Which sounds to be continuing. What’s going on, now?” I groused, dragging the warm cocoon from my head.

“Prissy and her beastie, Keira the Vulture just released their private stock of photos their private investigator dug up or doctored. And someone named Vanessa has just sold her account of your teenage years to the Tabletter for a hundred and fifty grand. When the Vulture twins and the ever following ravens find her, hell will be right behind them.”

“Well, fuck.”

“That’s not even the worst.” She mumbled softly.

“What is?” Desolation hovered over me. Bleak, dreary and miserable.

“Kian isn’t just visiting his daughter.”

“He’s not?”

“It seems that he’s moved in with her. For the time being.”

“Fuck.” The last straw in the total collapse of my world. My husband, gone. The man who’d stood up to some of these accusations once before. My one and only rock. Gone. My reputation demolished. My carefully crafted life, shattered into a kajillion pieces, doused in acids and set ablaze.

The last five years have been a rollercoaster ride. Joy when my first book got published. Despair. Devastation. Rebirth. Love and wonder. Courage enough to take the vows and mean them. Soaring high with success and love. Should’ve known the coming crash would be epic. Sucks when you’re blindsided.

I lifted the morning’s paper, mersin escort seeing Kian with luggage at his feet outside our door, his daughter, the mini shrew, beside him. The headline read, ‘The King has left the Building’. My sight grew blurry as tears rose and overflowed.

“Oh, honey. C’mere.” Keelan crooned, sliding onto the bed beside me, putting her arms around me while I wailed.

Last month had started with a couple of my newer employees being arrested for trafficking illegal substances. Indictment followed. DEA people descend into my life, sweeping me into a non-descript building for a couple of hours of intense questioning.

The foundation I’d set up for scholarships was hacked and depleted, wiped out completely. Investigation begun. The DEA bringing me back into their concrete vault inquiring about any involvement I may or may not have had with my deceased fiancé’s drug addled dealer brother.

Prissy Jackson and Keira Devereux had renewed their vow to destroy me in any way possible, real or faked. They didn’t give a shit, they both wanted revenge. For what? Haven’t a fucking clue!

Kian’s ex starts calling him unendingly, she talked to all the gossip shows, spewing bullshit about he’s funding her new clothing lines. It took another twenty-four hours for him to confirm it, to my face. He threw in an old, ancient nickname, one I haven’t heard in over twenty four years.

Empress. The ragged outcasts, the junkies had called me that, way back when, when I was a homeless teenager, when I grew up into the junkie my surroundings created. Just like them.

He gave me a twisted version of my life. Hurt colored his amber eyes darker. I couldn’t speak, hearing the disgust, the disdain in his voice, in his words. My heart shriveled up with each vicious swatch of twisted history that spewed from his lips.

Never did I think he’d walk away from what we had.

Never did I think muğla escort he’d listen, let alone believe, such blatant lies.

Never did I think I’d hurt like this again.

“Can you believe it, Dad? Now, another one of the programs she’s into…”

“I don’t want to hear anymore.” Kian said wearily. The ache in his chest just kept throbbing along with his heartbeat. He looked at the breakfast plate before him blankly. “Cancel my schedule for today.”

“But…”

“Cancel it. I don’t fucking care.” He said sharply, rising from the table.

“Alright.” Adora said, picking up her cell. He grabbed the cut crystal bottle with the scotch he preferred and went back into her spare bedroom.

He filled his water glass and with every sip, tried to forget why his heart hurt so much, why his soul felt ripped in half. He knew this wasn’t the way to deal with it but it hurt less with every sip. He ignored his phone when it rang, ignored his mini-shrew of a daughter when she stood in the doorway, ignored the pain enveloping him.

‘What am I doing? Why does hearing these awful things from her past disgust me so? Is she okay? Why am I doing this?’ Ran incessantly through his mind, with every day of pickling his liver and blindfolding his brain. Days blurred drunkenly into each other, smearing into weeks, months, a year, more. He tried to drink away his heartache and almost drank his life away.

“Dammit Kian, spit it out. Breathe you fucking bastard.” Nick’s voice cut through the haze. Air rushed into his lungs and had him coughing out the bits of vomit he’d choked on. “What the fuck have you been thinking? Why are you still here?”

“Because my wife…”

“Who you left swinging in the breeze to face all that shit alone for the last year and a half or so? Her? Know where she might be?” Nick snarled, grabbing him roughly at his collar and pulling him from his floor to the bed. “Dear god, when’s nevşehir escort the last time you showered?”

“I couldn’t shay…” he slurred.

“Never took you for a coward, Key.” Nick said softly, watching his best friend’s eyes blaze with anger, clearing the drunken haze a little. “She’s still standing tall. Lemme tell you this one little word, exonerated.”

“What’re you talking about?” he slurred.

“Every last charge. Every bit of each investigation. And even that skank who got paid for your wife’s so called teenage criminal exploits and the other shit, got hers. Completely. I have her interviews taped if you wanna watch it. Your wife is one tough cookie.” Nick watched the words sink slowly into Kian’s pickled brain.

“I need coffee. Lots of coffee.” Kian said sitting up and scrubbing his face. “Wait, did you ask me where she is?”

“Surprised that got through.” Nick said watching his best friend’s eyes slowly clearing. “What’re you thinking Key? Hmm? You gonna go get her back? Good luck with that.” He began to pace in the cluttered room.

“She’s sold the house, got a security firm, body guards to handle the threats.” Nick let that sink in as he wormed a path through the close quarters. When Key didn’t respond, he continued.

“She’s had a couple of guys, some serious, having her on their arms for a while. Hell, she even had a majorly serious one with Phelan Nash for all of nine months, remember him?” he waited, watching carefully. “You saw her with him one night, some charity thing. Came home blind drunk and destroyed everything in the outbuilding, screaming and howling like some wounded animal. And then, that was over. Not a peep of it, or her for almost three weeks and then her agent realized that she’d disappeared. Gone.”

“Gone?”

“Long gone, buddy. Nobody’s seen or heard from her in two months now. See all you miss when you’re shitfaced beyond all recognition. Maybe you shouldn’t have believed the bullshit you heard. Maybe, if you hadn’t had your head up your ass, you’d still have her. Maybe if you’d have thought a little before you left, you never would’ve left. Bud, now, she doesn’t want to be found.”

“Oh fuck. What have I done?” Kian groaned dropping his head into his hands.