I had never been to a massage parlor before, but a recent game of basketball had left me pretty sore, so I figured I could use a little help in relieving the pain from a professional. On the recommendation of a friend I went to a little joint called Liquid Hands Massage. I was greeted by an attractive middle-aged brunette lady who told me it would be $60 for an hour massage, and that I could wait for my masseuse in room number three.

Upon entering the room, I took a seat on the massage table, without bothering to undress. Five minutes later the masseuse walked in. I couldn’t believe my good luck. Surely this was the most divine looking masseuse in the whole establishment. Her names was Michelle, and her body was to die for. Her breasts look to be about a c-cup, her hips could best be described as child bearing, and her ass was just asking to be penetrated. But for as gorgeous as her body was, her face was even better. Her long brunette hair fell half way down her back, she had flawless skin, a perfect smile, and sexy green eyes that were looking up and down my still clothed body. After we’d exchanged pleasantries she got right down to business. Tugging on my shirt she said, “Well it’s going to be tough giving you a massage with all those clothes on. Do you want to take them off for me?”

I was more than eager to acquiesce. I’d been spending a lot of time at the beach swimming, and I wanted to show this girl my swimmer’s body and dark brown tan. I stripped down until I had nothing left on but my boxer-briefs which did little to hide my growing bulge. This being my first time, I wasn’t sure if I should leave them on or not, but then Michelle gave me a little encouragement. “You should probably take those off as well. You’ll get more of a complete massage that way.”

My cock instantly began rising when I heard this. Maybe it was just wishful thinking, but I interpreted that to mean that I might get a happy ending, something I was hoping for when I had chosen this particular parlor. With my cock now semi-erect, I pulled down my briefs and stepped out of them. I caught Michelle taking a quick glance at my large dangle, but didn’t say anything. For her part, Michelle slipped casually out of her robe to reveal a blue lace bra, and a black g-string she was wearing underneath. It took full concentration to keep my cock from flying at full mast when I got my first glance of that tiny black string running down Michelle’s butt crack. She asked me if I would prefer to wear a towel, or just lie down naked, and being comfortable with my body I chose the ladder, and lay facing down nude on the massage table.

She began by working my shoulders, deeply lathering massage oil on my back, and repeatedly asking me how her fingers made me feel. She continued down my back and continued saying sweet nothings, at one point even saying, “Umm, it feels so good to run my fingers down your muscular back.”

“Trust me, it doesn’t feel anywhere near as good as actually getting this massage,” I replied.

“I’m glad to hear that. I hope by the time we’re down today your body will feel completely satisfied.”

Her sexy dialogue was turning me on, but I became even more aroused when she walked in front of the table, leaving her hot ass a mere inches from my face. In this position she bent down to get some different type of lotion out of a bottom cupboard. The fabric of her g-string was so thin that when she bent down I could see the very edges of her pussy lips. The temptation to touch the smooth, light brown skin on her ass was killing me, so without really thinking it over, I gently ran my fingers over her right butt cheek. She immediately moved my hand a way, looked over her shoulder, and said, “Remember I’m the only one that’s allowed to do any touching.”

And with that she grabbed her g-string and readjusted it, just to tease Kartal Escort me. By now I was sufficiently turned on, and she made matters even better by straddling me for the next part of the back massage. She continued to work down lower and lower until she worked out all the knots. When she was done with my back, she climbed off the table and began massaging my buttocks. She was kneading my ass like it was bread, and it felt amazing. While she continued to massage my ass with her left hand, she took her right hand and began to trace a line under my thigh, until her hand was on my penis. She began playing with the head, drawing circles around the place where the tip meets the shaft. She then started actually stroking my tip, but instead of cupping my penis in her hand, she did it by reaching her fingers down vertically like one of those claws for picking up stuffed animals. She did this for no more than ten seconds, massaged my ass for another couple of minutes, and then asked me to flip over.

It was quite a turn on knowing this gorgeous masseuse was would be looking at my meat, right after she’d just jerked it around. Also, lying on my back I got a much better view of Michelle, a view which would improve almost immediately. Before she began to massage me again, she asked, “You wouldn’t mind if I took my bra off, would you?”

“I can’t complain,” I said, as she unhooked it from the back, and let her ample tits fall out.

With her wondrous breasts now on full display, I was unable to keep myself composed, and my wood rose to full glory. I got kind of embarrassed, saying, “I’m sorry about that. I can’t really help it.”

She giggled. “Believe me, I’m used to it by now. Besides, I enjoy seeing all kinds of different penises.”

Feeling pretty confident I asked, “Have you ever seen one as big as this?”

“Don’t flatter yourself, honey. You have a nice dick, but I’ve seen bigger.”

I was thinking about asking her to stroke it some more, but I figured I would just let this happen naturally. She resumed the massage by pouring oil all over my front side. She began by rubbing it in my shoulders, and working down my abdomen until her hand got to my penis. Earlier she’d intentionally splashed some oil on my dick, and now she took the time to lather it on my cock. With one hand caressing my balls, and the other stroking my joystick, Michelle focused on my package for a good ten seconds before moving down to my thighs.

This was all the action I would get for a while as she made sure to work the kinks out of my arms before moving down to my feet. From my feet she worked her way up to my cock, which was standing at full attention. With just the very tips of her fingers, she began to pleasure the head of my penis. “Stroke it for me, babe,” I moaned.

She played with the tip for a few more seconds, running her fingers over it in a playful manner. “Does it feel good, baby?” she asked.

“It feels good, babe. Oh yeah, that feels so good,” I said as she began to stroke my shaft. “Put it in your mouth.”

She ignored my request, instead deciding to run both her hands all over my balls. While she did this, she started to kiss and bite my neck. She planted kisses down the nape of my neck until she reached my chest, planting kisses there as well as she made her way towards my nipple. As she bit and played with my nipple she stroked my cock from the base all the way to the throbbing head. The first drops of pre-cum emerged on the tip of my cock. With one finger Michelle wiped the cum off my cock, and placed it in her mouth. “You taste good,” she mentioned before turned her attention to planting kisses on my stomach.

Her mouth was getting closer to my rock hard cock, which was throbbing uncontrollably. I couldn’t help but moan as she started kissing my pubes, knowing that within Tuzla Escort seconds she would be hugging my penis with the warm insides of her sensuous lips. But instead of giving me a mouth hug, she started kissing my thighs. I had never been teased like this before, and for a minute I thought she might be able to make me cum just by tickling my shaft and balls with her magic fingers.

Just when I was really starting to lose hope that I was going to get my dick sucked, Michele placed her lips on my ball sack and smothered it with wet kisses, as she milked my cock with her hands. Once my balls were completely covered in Michelle’s saliva, she planted a kiss on the bottom of my dick. “Lick that dick, you sexy slut,” I muttered while she kissed every last inch of my thick shaft.

“Do you like when I massage you with my mouth?” she asked right before swallowing the spongy tip of my penis. She gently caressed and licked my mushroom as I ran my fingers through her silky, brown hair. I had never had my cock sucked so lovingly before, and it was causing my body to twitch like I was having a seizure. And that was before she’d gone all the way down on me. The first time she bobbed down on my dick she went about halfway down. The next time she made it to the three quarter mark. I felt like some kind of king with my penis being massaged by Michelle’s slutty little mouth. Then she deep throated my entire sausage. She held it in as long as she could, all the while locking eyes with mine, and batting her eyelashes while her tongue danced around on my lucky cock. She spent the next five minutes making tender love to my dick with her mouth. At times she licked my cock like she was eating ice cream on a hot summer’s day. Other times she sucked on it slowly. Letting every inch of it feel the wonders of her massaging lips, She even kissed it some more, while praising its girth and hardness. “I love how hard I get you,” she said.

“I can’t wait to cum in your mouth,” I said, praying it would be a reality.

What happened next really caught me off-guard. Michelle stopped swallowing my log, stripped out of her slutty g-string, and climbed on top of me. She sat with her plump ass right on top of my hose, but she didn’t place me inside herself immediately. Instead she gyrated back and forth on my heavily oiled cock, blissfully rubbing my shaft with her sweet pussy lips. Her moaning became so loud that I’m sure that everyone in the adjacent rooms could hear her. Evidently she was getting as turned on by the massage as I was. While she continued to work my engorged member with her ass, Michelle bent over and began nibbling my ear before whispering, “I want to have you inside me. Do you want to enter me?”

I was to paralyzed with pleasure that all I could do was nod, so she delicately grabbed my horn and guided it in to her air tight pussy. At first she was a bit overtaken by my girth, and let out a loud shriek. To get used to my thickness she slowly rode up and down my pole twice, before stopping to bend over and start licking my ears. I could have died a happy man right then and there with my cock deeply penetrating Michelle’s warm pussy. We fit together so tightly that it seemed like we would be locked intimately in that manner for eternity. I slowly began to thrust my thickness into her slot, giving her a true deep tissue massage, until Michelle put her hand on my chest and said, “Let me do the work, honey.”

And that she did, as she bounced up and down on my pole, while also opting to reach behind her ass and tenderly play with my balls at the same time. This went on for all of half a minute before Michelle abruptly climbed off me. She stroked my cock two or three times, then said these dreadful words: “Your time is up babe.”

“What do you mean?” I responded. “I’ll pay for extra five minutes, or half hour, Anadolu Yakası Escort or whatever it takes. I’m not gonna last much longer, to be honest.”

“I’m sorry honey, but I already have another client coming in.”

“Come on, please? Just finish me off with your hand, I won’t take long.”

She placed her hand on my still erect penis. “You’re more than welcome to make an appointment for next week. Beside, the next guy has an even bigger cock than yours. But if you really need to finish, you can stick around for a minute and pleasure yourself. I need to fill out some papers before this next client comes in. I’ll do it naked. You can watch me.”

It hardly seemed worth arguing anymore, so I reluctantly pulled my little guy while Michelle bent over a counter and did her paperwork. She knew exactly what she was doing. She had her voluptuous ass pointed right in my direction, and she suggestively swung it from side to side, all the while pretending she was doing it absent-mindedly. I couldn’t bare the thought of finishing in my hand, instead of inside that hot piece of ass, especially considering just moments before she had been intimately riding me. I let my passion get the best of me, and I hopped off the massage table, and made my way towards Michelle. It took her a second to notice me approaching, and the second she did, I grabbed her ass from both sides, and pressed my hard rod up against her. “Oh my…you know you can’t do…” she whispered before I could place my right hand over her mouth.

“I’ll take it from here you hot fucking cocktease,” I said while I rubbed the head of my cock in circles over her enlarged clit. “That’s it baby, your getting real wet now.”

To my surprise she started sucking my index finger, which was still covering her mouth. I half feared she was going to bite it off, but oddly this made it even more of a turn-on. Taking this as a sign, I slid my cock down between her labia like a credit card, and pressed it up against her opening. I had gotten about half of the head of my penis inside before Michelle grabbed it, and removed it from her delicious box. However, instead of letting go of it, she rubbed the head against the smooth, silky flesh of her buttocks, which was now glistening with just a hint of sweat. She did this for a number of seconds, before placing my mushroom tip right back up against her slit. She carefully guided it inside her sweetness, before I took over.

For the first couple of thrusts I took things slowly, grabbing large handfuls of flesh and literally throwing Michelle down on my cock, making sure every last inch of my endowment got inside her love tunnel. This quickly gave way to violent thrusting, as I knew I didn’t have much time to get things done before the next client would be there. At this point Michelle was no longer trying to hide the fact that her slutty ass was riding my dick, and she was moaning freely and loudly. And yet, this sound was drowned out by the loud clapping of flesh slapping up against flesh, interchanged with the sound of my hand firmly slapping Michelle’s ass. I pumped faster and faster, drilling her like a jackhammer. The moment I felt the cum rising in my balls I blurted out, “I’m cumming!” while trying to dislodge my penis so I could cover Michelle’s ass with my seed.

But, Michelle had opposite plans. The moment she heard the news, she reached behind, grabbed my ass, and forcibly thrust me deep inside. She held me like this while I deposited load after load into her savory pussy. I didn’t remove my dick until every last drop in my balls had been emptied, and as soon as I did, Michelle turned over her shoulder, gave a suggestive smile, and wiggled her ass for a few seconds. The massage had been too good to be true, and this was the cherry on top. I grabbed my clothes without bothering to put them on, and fished a twenty out of my pants pocket. While Michelle was back at work filling out papers, I walked up right behind her, stuck the twenty in her ass crack and spanked her as hard as I could. “Thanks for the massage babe,” I said walking out the door completely naked with a semi-erect cock.

Whoa!!! I saw her perfect ass in line before me. Waiting to buy her ticket to ride the tram that runs to the top of Victoria Peak from Hong Kong City. Ummmmm Ummmm. Mouth watering ass if I’ve ever seen one.

She looked back and I caught her eye. Smiling, she waved and moved off to the tram loading dock. I purchased my ticket and eased alongside her. I opened the conversation by introducing myself. I had just arrived in Hong Kong a few hours earlier and wanted to visit some old haunts of mine – places I had gone to while in the Navy. One of them being Victoria Peak with the British Navy Seamen’s Club overlooking the city. I had heard that it was open to the general public and I wanted to have dinner there.

Katrina is a Russian fashion model from a small town in Siberia and had been raised in Moscow. She was on holiday and, after visiting the island of Rhodes in the Mediterranean, had flown into Hong Kong a couple of days ago.

I invited her to join me at dinner and she accepted. We entered the tram, as we bought our tickets – she ahead of me. We entered the last car, letting the other people go ahead of us. I stood at the very rear of the car (by design, I must say) and she just above and in front of me. The tram travels up the mountain in a near 45-degree angle so that she would be above me all the way up.

As the tram started to move, slowly at first, picking up speed – I placed a hand on her fine ass cheek – squeezing it, pinching it and Bostancı Escort rubbing my hand all around it. She glanced back but didn’t say anything – she pushed her butt into my hand a little harder. I could see her white lacy thong riding in the crack of her ass. It was getting moist.

Leaning forward, I moved her thong to the side and licked at her essence. Moist juices running out of her hot slit. Her labia were red and swollen already. The more I licked – the more she juiced up. God!!! She was hot!!!

She moaned – not loud enough for anyone else to hear – but she moaned just the same. Telling me that she liked what I was doing. I continued by inserting a finger into her, probing for her special little spot – that spot that makes one cum with fierceness that belies her demeanor. Massaging that spot, I removed my finger and licked at her pussy – flicking my rigid tongue against her hard clit – inflaming her desire – making her want more.

Fingering her pussy, licking her clit – I was in heaven. Her juices were pure ambrosia. So juicy and so sweet – lovely pretty pussy.

Her internal muscles began to clamp down on my finger – warning me of her impending orgasm. I placed another alongside of my index finger and pressed in – embedding both fingers up to the second knuckle. She was twisting and squirming on my fingers – trying to force more of my fingers inside of her. I continued licking her. Katrina was lovely – simply Ümraniye Escort lovely and I believe I’m falling in love with her.

We departed the tram and went into the Seaman’s Club. The hostess escorted us to a quiet booth in the back of the restaurant area. I ordered drinks while Katrina repaired to the ladies “Loo”, as the Brits call the ladies room, to clean up. I could see my cum glistening on the backs of her legs as she walked away.

Among the small talk, as we sipped our drinks, I learned that she would only be in town for another night. Her flight was to leave at noon tomorrow. We agreed on steaks with a salad on the side and I ordered.

Finished with our meal – we returned to Hong Kong City by way of taxi and things heated up as the driver navigated the curving winding road down the mountain – finally reaching my hotel.

We entered the elevator and immediately fell into each other’s arms. I couldn’t help but feel her small hard breasts pressed into my chest.

We ordered a bottle of white wine and a plate of cheese from room service.

Placing the tray on the side of the hot tub, we slowly and sensuously undressed each other and slipped into the hot tub. Settling down near one of the jets, I pulled her onto my lap – facing the same direction I was. As she wriggled her tight butt against my cock, it began to harden.

She raised up and, positioning my huge mushroom cap at her opening, slowly and sensuously Kartal Escort lowering herself until I was fully embedded in her velvet sheath. As we sipped our wine, she began slowly rocking back and forth as her floor muscles squeezed my cock. I could feel my cum building up as my ball sack began to swell and tighten.

Just as she reached down to squeeze my balls, I began to cum. Every squeeze of her pussy muscles caused a fresh spurt of cum until my ball sac was drained.

With the hot water in the tub and the exertion of cumming, my whole body was limp. Katrina was just getting started. Raising off me, she turned to face me and sat on the opposite wall of the hot tub. Her labia was red and swollen – our juices running out of her as she dipped a finger into her pussy and scooped out more – letting the juices run into her hand until she lifted it to her mouth and sensuously licked her palm – taking all of it into her mouth – and swallowing greedily.

Grinning at me, she began to massage her clit – slowly at first – then faster until her finger was a blur working on that hard little nubbin. Katrina’s head was thrown back – lips baring her teeth in a grimace until she began to shake – cumming with a fierce intensity – moaning and groaning. Finally, exhausted, she sank back into the hot tub.

Finishing our wine, we got out of the hot tub and dried each other off – taking little love bites as we went until we finished. Climbing into the bed – we cuddled in post coital bliss until we dropped off to sleep.

When I awoke the next morning – she was gone. Dressed and gone – early in the morning to where? I didn’t even know her last name – how would I ever contact her? Maybe a trip to Russia is in order.

She had long ago promised to pose for me when she visited. I had known just what the scene would be from the start. She would play the part of a schoolgirl who masturbates thinking of her teacher. The idea had come from a conversation we’d had over ICQ in which she had said I was her teacher and she was the naughty student. I just knew then…

And here she was, my Ellia, laid out before me in a hotel room in a plaid pleated skirt, knees high white socks, black patent leather shoes, a white blouse and her hair in pigtails. She was on her stomach on the bed, reading a Human Sexuality Textbook, legs slightly spread, bent at the knees so her feet hung lightly in the air. The view from behind just hinted at her magnificent ass. My camera clicked away as she giggled and squirmed on the bed. At my encouragement, Ellia reached under herself and started gently rubbing a finger up and down her precious slit. I reached forward and flipped her skirt up over her ass to get a better shot. Panties and a bra were not a part of this shoot.

I had enough preliminary shots now, so I encouraged her to stop reading the book, but to leave it on the bed with her. She sat up facing me and unfastened the first few buttons of her blouse. She reached her hand in to stroke her nipples before unbuttoning her blouse the rest of the way. She didn’t remove it, just left it hanging on her shoulders and it just intensified her sexiness. She pulled the sides of the shirt apart, exposing her breasts for the first time in the shoot. I had seen them when she changed into the schoolgirl outfit, but seeing them now, in this sexy tease of hers made me want to come in my pants. I simply clicked away and told her what a great job she was doing. She just kind of grunted in reply. She was starting to enjoy this as much as me. She fell back on the bed onto her back, now more forcefully handling her breasts, rubbing on her erect nipples, letting out a moan every few minutes.

Finally she couldn’t take it anymore, and she reached a hand down and lifted her skirt. My god, it was the most beautiful, pure and sexy sight I’d ever seen. Here she was, a girl I’d lusted after for years from half-a-world away, spread out before me masturbating like there was no tomorrow, a beautiful virgin playing perfectly between the Madonna and the Whore. I told her to remove the shirt and skirt, which she did quickly before returning to the task at hand. She was coming in seconds after that. I just can’t describe the wonder of the sight. A girl I loved and lusted for playing a part in my own schoolgirl fantasy and enjoying as much as me. Her Bayan Eskort left hand grasped at her breasts as her right circled her clit rapidly. I continued to take pictures with one hand while almost unconsciously stroking myself through my jeans with the other. Finally she exploded with a huge climax and then collapsed, almost lifeless except for the heavy breathing.

After a few more shots of her gorgeous body I set the camera aside and sat next to her on the bed.

“Ellia,” I said, stroking her cheek gently, “that was incredible.”

“Mmmm,” she responded and she reached up and took my hand, hers still moist and fragrant. Her eyes opened and she sat up again. “Yes, it certainly was.”

Later as we sat in the hotel restaurant I kept looking at her dress and seeing only what was beneath it. I flashed a smile at her and said “I sure wish I was your teacher if that’s the effect he has on you.” She blushed and winked at me, whispering “I bet you do.” We finished our meal and went back upstairs to get some sleep.

I woke the night to a light tapping on my door. Looking at the clock I saw it was after 3am. I groggily stumbled to the door and opened it. There was Ellia in the hotel robe. “Can I come in?” she asked.

“Of course, come on in.”

She came over to the couch and sat next to me. “I’ve been thinking,” she began. “You said earlier you wish you were my teacher. Will you be?”

I was a bit confused and my face showed it. I watched her hopeful smile retreat and she jumped up and ran to the door, saying, “Nevermind.”

“Ellia, wait! Come back. What are you talking about?”

“Izzy, I want you to teach me. I want to be your pupil. I want you to mold me into what you want, sexually, in a woman. I want you to teach me about sex.”

I was dumbfounded. I couldn’t believe what this girl was saying. In the dim light of the room I looked at her face and could see the fear in her eyes. I smiled and kissed her on the forehead. “I’ll teach you anything you want to know.”

“Oh thank you!” she exclaimed before kissing my lightly and quickly going back to her room.

Damn I was confused, but very, very happy.

In the morning I awoke with Ellia next to me in bed. She was watching me and smiling. I rolled to face her and she asked “When do we start?”

“How about with a shower?”

We hopped up and went to the bathroom. Ellia leaned over to start the water “How warm do you want it?” she asked. “Very.” I replied, admiring her ass. I began to undress, but stopped. Once the water was running and warm I told Ellia to undress. She Anadolu Yakası Escort removed her nightgown and stood to face me. “Now undress me,” I ordered. she slowly lifted my t-shirt over my head, running her fingers over my torso. Then she slid my sweatpants down. When they were to my knees she paused, kneeling to look at my cock. It was nothing too impressive, but it did its job well. I cleared my throat and she quickly got the sweats off me.

We stepped into the shower and the steam and hot water felt wonderful. As she stood in front of me, facing into the stream, I stood close behind her, running my hands over her body. I felt supercharged. I had seen the body, I had dreamt and fantasized about it but now I was touching it. My arms circled her, reaching around to caress her nipples. Feeling them harden under my fingers caused my cock to jump and reach full hardness itself. I’m sure she could feel it pressing against her ass and lower back. I attached my mouth to her neck, kissing, licking, sucking and biting like some gentle vampire. Ellia moaned and her body writhed in my arms. I grabbed her and spun her around, kissing her passionately on the lips. If our first kiss was a sign of things to come I was surely going to enjoy this. It felt as though our mouths were melting together. I turned her so that we switched positions, with me under the hot stream of water. The water running over me felt great with her body pressed to mine. Now Ellia began to become more aggressive, which I completely approved of. She kissed my neck and nibbled at my nipples. Slowly she moved further down my body. She was on her knees with my throbbing cock in her hand when she looked up at me pleadingly. “May I?” She asked. I wanted to laugh, the idea of saying no being preposterous. “Of course,” I said.

Instantly her tongue was swirling all over the head of my cock, trailing down the underside an back up slowly. Finally she took it in her mouth sliding her perfect feeling lips up and down as her tongue continued her swirling patterns. I leaned my head back and let the water fall over me as this girl transported me to heaven. With each stroke she took more of me into her mouth. I moaned and called her name. She stopped and begged me to come. She wanted the first orgasm she gave me to happen this way. It didn’t take long. What she lacked in practice she made up for in enthusiasm and I quickly reached orgasm. She tried to swallow, but had to pull my cock out of her mouth. She kept stroking and I came on her face. As she knelt before me she wiped the cum off her face and licked it Pendik Escort from her fingers, smiling the whole time. I took her hand and helped her stand.

“How was that?” she asked. I responded by kissing her harder than I’d kissed anyone before. Ellia’s face beamed.

We finished our shower and walked back to the bed.

“Now it’s time to return the favor,” I told her. I sat her on the edge of the bed and told her to lie back. I started at her feet and slowly kissed my way up. Her thighs were wonderfully smooth beneath my lips and I could smell the sweet fragrance coming from her cunt. As my tongue parted her for the first time I felt her body shake. The taste was amazing sweet-sour and I lapped it up. My tongue ran up and down her slit, caressing her lips then circling her clit. As her moans got louder I focused on her clit. I sucked it into my mouth and lashed at it with my tongue. I took my middle finger and inserted it, moving it in circles massaging her vaginal walls.

“Oooh,” I heard her cry out. “Oh, Izzy, I’m… I… Oh, oh oh oh…”

Her entire body clenched up as she came on my face. I felt power surge through me knowing I did this to her. I just kept licking and sucking at her clit until she pushed my head away. I climbed onto the bed and Ellia turned to look at me.

“I wanna fuck.” she said matter-of-factly.

“Gladly dear,” I replied as I rolled onto my back. “Climb on top, that way you have more control.”

She did just that and I thought I’d cum again when her hot tight lips enveloped me. Oh my god, this was amazing. It was tighter and wetter than any cunt I’d ever experienced before. She just groaned as she slid down the length of my cock. Within seconds she was bouncing up and down on me, her vaginal muscles sucking at my cock like her mouth had. Our mouths locked on each other, the play of our tongues rivaling the fucking below. She arched up and I too the opportunity to grab her tit in my mouth. This brought a loud gasp and more frenzied fucking from her. I continued to suck on her nipples, alternating between them while rapidly fucking the living hell out of her.

“More, I want more!” she screamed. “I want you to fuck me.”

I grabbed my dear Ellia around her waist and flipped her over. I banged into her missionary style while she chanted “Fuck!” to each stroke. She dug her nails into my back and I bit and sucked on her neck leaving little bruises. Our rhythm increased and I could feel her getting anxious. Her “Fuck” chant changed to a long high pitched wail as her pussy clutched my dick. She milked me and the feel of her orgasmic body pushed me over the edge for the second time that morning. I felt like I came buckets into her and she kept screaming for minutes until we both calmed down. I fell on top of her and kissed her lightly on the lips.

“You will surely get high marks in this class.”

It was the first morning of meeting you; the sun was just coming up over the horizon and I couldn’t get to sleep. We weren’t sleeping in the same bed yet but I was sure that it wouldn’t last long. I laid there a while longer, caressing my breasts longing of what it would be like to be in your arms. I was excited… I mean wow, I was here; with you finally. I had opted for a cute top and bottom pajama outfit that I thought you might like… I could remember all those nights on the phone vividly, the sound of your voice when you huskily said my name as you were about to blow your load, the heavy breathing you took to as you got turned on more and more. I start to tweak my nipples absently through my top with one hand as these memories flood into my mind, the other hand still caressing the tops of my breasts and my neck. My teeth gently bite down on my bottom lip as a small moan escapes my mouth… my nipples harden…

I’m in the zone… not really paying attention to what is going on around me… you had woken up too, and couldn’t get back to sleep so came to check on me. I don’t hear you knock… or the door creak quietly open. Your head peaks in at me… laying there on your guest bed…

A slight flush begins to creep into my cheeks as I find the warmth flood into my nether region… the hand caressing my neck and breasts starts to wander south, I run a finger along the top of the cute blue panties and shiver imagining it was your hand; your finger. The hands tweaking my nipples abandon the thought of the shirt as they slide down to the bottom and stop on my tummy. My breath catches as my other hand continues to run along the top of my panties occasionally sneaking a finger underneath. The warmth of my fingers as my hand lightly wanders from my belly button under my top to the bottom of my breasts. The feeling of my skin against my skin sends another shiver through me and my teeth bite down harder on my lower lip, my eyes flutter but remain closed. My hand grasps my breasts pushing them up from under my top, my nipples now fully erect and exposed; I feel my self lean down and lick the tips of them and blow gently. I imagine your breath against my neck and more warmth floods south-ways…

You look on at me mesmerized… your own breath starting to catch just watching me almost touch myself. Your own hand starts to venture towards your crotch and your catch yourself just before you get there. You move closer to the bed; you can see me clearer now, you yourself are remembering the phone conversations we had been having the past few months… your cock hardens…

I’m hot now, my body beginning to tingle as I arch my back slightly and lift my top over my head… I can hear your voice in my head the day when I was in NSW at my dad’s friends as you tell me on msn how sexy I am playing with my breasts on cam. I casually throw the shirt off the bed; my hand continues to caress my breasts and stomach. My nipples hard. Goosebumps begin to appear on them as I gently tweak them. I’m imagining your mouth on me, the warmth of your tongue as it flicks them; I shudder. My other hand still teasing my lower area. It had left the top Bostancı Escort and was now gently rubbing my other lips through the fabric of my panties… My own breath catches and I shudder as I try to contain the urge to cum as your name escapes my mouth “Steven”; I wasn’t ready yet – the hand on my breasts is now clutching the bed, knuckles red as my breathing slows down…

You caught the top as I flung it off the bed… you are now completely lost in what I’m doing forgetting the reason you even came in here. You realize you’ve taken off your own boxers and they are lying on the floor. You drop my top on top of your pants and again move closer to the bed. You are close enough now to see the sweat glisten on my body… the actual temperature of the room is chilly but you don’t notice it. Your hard throbbing cock just inches from my body… you fight within yourself whether to continue to watch or break into my fun… your head wins though… your penis sad but still standing tall… your hand begins to stroke him and before long he forgets about joining in…

My breathing returns to normal… I can hear your heavy breathing now but I just assume that it’s in my mind. I slip my hand under my panties imagining it’s yours… my finger searches for my clitoris knowing where to find it… I touch it… my other hand grasps the bed again as I begin to slowly make circles. I pull my hand out, bringing it up to my mouth, tasting myself. They are hot and slightly salty… I lick my lips before once again biting down on my lower lip. I trace both hands down from my neck lightly around my breasts and nipples with a gentle tweaking. The throbbing between my legs is unbelievable; it feels like that part of me is on fire. My hands continue down and gently begin to pull off my panties… One leg after the other until I’m there laying completely naked and hot and flushed on your guest bed…

You can’t contain yourself any longer, your cock has finally taken control and you venture out a hand to slightly run up my thigh… your other hand still stroking but faster now and more provocative… a moan escapes your lips as your fingers make contact with my thigh… my eyes pop open and look up at you…

I give a start and kind of shoot back up onto the pillows, before I remember where I actually am. My eyes grow bigger as I realize I’m stark naked and I kind of giggle insanely and look at you shyly not registering that you yourself are naked…

You had retracted your hand from my legs; your eyes drinking in my body hungrily… the other hand had stopped stroking but still held your still very hard cock. You kneel down on the edge of the bed; putting one leg between mine and the other on the other side… lowering yourself down until your face is within inches of my own… Your hands now holding you up…

My body reacts violently to the contact of your skin on mine – arching up to meet you, the heat from your cock pressing hard against my stomach as you lean yourself into me… I’m still shocked at your presence my own hands lay forgotten at my side. My nipples contract as your chest lightly grazes them as Ümraniye Escort you bring your face close to mine… “Steven?” I manage to say…

As I say your name you savagely kiss me your tongue probing into my mouth. You are leaning on one arm now… the other back on my leg slowly traveling up over my thigh… up past my hips; fluttering over my stomach… gently squeezing my breasts as you continue to push yourself against me. The kisses become heated and you have to stop for breath… looking down at me… your hand caressing my face. Your mouth now tracing kisses down my neck, gently biting… down to my nipples; one hand pulling and tweaking a breast your mouth greedily sucking on the other nipple; gently tugging and pulling…

The sensation of your mouth actually on my breasts sends a new wave of heat down there… The throbbing almost a heartbeat in itself intensifies as I can feel your own heat and throbbing emanating from your cock now pressed against my thigh almost touching my other lips. My hands that had lain forgotten at my side are now traveling up and down your back – gently scratching. Running through your hair. My knee comes up; the hand that was feeling my breasts before now back on my thigh, the tips of your fingers gentle exploring the heat of my crotch; I moan. I can feel my excitement building, I shiver as your mouth leaves my nipple and begins trailing kisses from my breasts down over my stomach… lingering at the top of my pubic hair… you grin up at me cheekily…

You are just about to put your mouth on my clit but my hands find your hair and tug you up, my mouth finds yours and for the moment you are lost in the kiss. The hand on my thigh takes advantage of the situation as my leg falls to the side exposing my wet throbbing cunt. Your fingers before only exploring the area now plunged deep within me. My hips lift to meet you and I moan through the kiss not expecting the sudden pressure. You move slowly at first but start gaining speed. You reach the desired amount, my body now moving as you want it. Your mouth biting and kissing my neck… You remove your fingers to taste me; it tastes sweet and salty and of sex… of the want you know I have for you… you place the fingers in my mouth and I greedily suck on them between moans, my hips still lifting grinding into you as if your fingers were still there before returning to the task at hand.

I’m rocking back and forth to the movement of your hands, all thought has left my mind, the only thing I can think of is how close I am to cumming, The heat exploding within me every time your fingers move back in; the feeling of your mouth on my breast a close second. Both my hands are now gripping the blanket of the spare bed, moaning loudly… your name coming out randomly while my body shudders from the feeling of you…

You know I’m on the brink of letting it go; you slightly slow down the speed of your fingers but add an extra to it. Your thumb now every time you plunge into me gently hits my clit, you know it’s going to take me over the edge… can feel the heat and tightness around your fingers… you put extra vigor Anadolu Yakası Escort into licking and sucking my breasts occasionally leaning up to kiss my moaning mouth… you moan yourself. The slight rocking of our bodies making your cock gently rubs against the bed…

I can’t take it any more… I push you back and pin you to the bed… My face slightly damp from the heat of the moment. You are grinning up at me knowing how close you were to making me cum. I kiss you roughly on the mouth before straddling you. My wet pussy teasing the tip of your cock. The heat is electrifying and you grab my hips and try force me down onto it. My fingernails rake across your chest and now you are the one moaning and grabbing the blanket. I kiss the side of your mouth as I take you fully into me… My vagina is tight around your cock…

Your hands find strength once more; one returns to my breasts the other grasping my ass. You feel me arch my back as I ride you… You watch my breasts bounce up and down before just looking up into my face, our breathing is as heavy as each others now… both your hands are on my ass… grasping into it. You pull your eyes away from my face as you notice movement out of the corner of your eyes. My hands are rubbing and pulling and tweaking my own breasts, my rhythm becomes faster and you know from the look in my eye that you have won…

I cum with you inside me, hard and fast the throbbing not subsiding but intensifying as my cunt clenches even more tightly around your cock; my rocking slows, my body now pushed down close to you.. My mouth fervently pushing against yours. I see the look in your eyes as you yourself want to cum so I quickly get off… my energy returning as I kiss down your own chest towards your ever throbbing cock.

You gasp as you realize what I’m going to do… Your eyes like black diamonds look on in the semi light that now fills the room… The sun was now almost fully up. Your hands find their way into my hair and you force my mouth down over your cock…

I take it, my mouth flitting around the tip of your cock; I can feel your hands in my hair and the gentle pressure of you holding me down over your cock. Your cock tastes of sex, of sweat, of me and I like it. I look up at you, my mouth now riding up and down as my cunt had just been doing… one hand at the bottom pushing up and down in sync with my mouth the other gently tugging your balls and caressing your thighs… I can feel the tension in you building once more as you thrust up into my mouth…

You’re moaning now… your hands still pressing me into your cock, you know you can’t last much longer… your breathing quickens as you see me cheekily look up at you and lick the top of your throbbing cock and gently blow… the feeling of both hot and cold on your already sensitive member brings you over the edge and you thrust quickly and roughly into my mouth and choke out huskily “I’m cumming, oh god Michelle I’m going to… “

But I don’t hear the rest… I’m too intent on your cock… I’m sucking hard as you blow your load… taking it down deep in my throat as you blow your load off inside me, my tongue is working over drive and I continue to suck until the very end… swallowing every drop of your seamen. I look up at you once again shy, once again aware of how naked we both are and its okay… you bring my face up to yours and you kiss me hard with lust and wanting…

I wrote this for a dear friend of mine and We hope that you will all get some enjoyment from it.

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As I walked to the front door, I felt a little nervous, it had been along time since I saw my old Navy buddy. We were on the same ship during that mess with Vietnam. Man it seamed like a million years ago.

I still can’t get over the fact that I am in my fifties for crying out loud. I knocked and in a matter of seconds this balding man with a pot belly opened the door, The years had not been to kind to my buddy Matt. “Damn Matt where the hell is your hair?” He just laughed and slapped me on the arm. God it was good to see my old friends smile again.

We walked into the kitchen and he introduced me to his wife Jan. I have to give him credit for one thing he knew how to pick his women, she was still a looker for her age, as unkind as the world had been to Matt it had been more than kind to Jan

I had planned on staying in town for a few day’s so we could catch up on old times, But was sad to here that Matt and Jan were going to have to leave the next day for a family funeral, it was Jan’s mom that had passed.

“I’m so sorry we have to leave so soon, I really wanted to be able to spend a couple of days with you and cover all the old stories.” “Hell Matt don’t worry about it I have a couple of things I want to check out in this area anyhow and besides just getting to see that your ok Is good enough for me” “Well at least please stay for dinner” “Are you sure about that I don’t think Jan’s going to want to be cooking at a time like this,”

It was just at that moment the front door opened and this sweet looking young lady walked in. Matt smiled and said “Ruthie honey I want you to meet one of my best friends,” I took her hand in mine and smiled, “Hello I am very pleased to meet you my name is Rich and yes I have the honor of knowing this wild guy over here.” “Ruthie’s my oldest daughter and she is staying with us for awhile as she is finishing up her last year here at the collage.”

Now I was not about to tell my buddy that his daughter was a hottie, but she was just the kind of women I admire, Not one of them skinny things but a women with some soft places that a man can lay his head without a bone poking him.

“Ruthie honey I know you had a long day but would you please try to put something together for dinner for us, Mom needs to go and finish packing and its on the road early tomorrow, And I really want Rich to spend some time with us tonight.” “Of course Daddy I would love to, You entertain your friend while I go change and then I will start dinner.”

Dinner was great and we even got Jan in a better frame of mine, I think it helped her to have this distraction even if just for a little while. Soon after dinner was over Jan did excuse herself and went to her room to continue packing, I volunteered to help Ruthie with the dishes and that turned out to be a fun mistake.

I had picked up this stupid cup to dry not knowing it was darn near half full of water, As I grabbed it and started to flip it over I spilled most of it right on the front of Ruthie’s shirt. I expected her to yell at me but she just smiled and reached into the sink got a handful of water and commenced to wash my face with it. We both just started laughing at that point, She gave me a towel and as I was drying my face, She grinned and said “do you think I might need to change my shirt” I looked down at her top and first there was no bra and second her nipples were hard as rocks, “Yes I think so and please before your dad comes in here” “better yet I’m going to go join him.” I think I heard her say chicken as I left the room.

Matt and I just sat and talked about old times for awhile and then Jan joined us along with Ruthie. We all laughed and shared a few tamer stories, then I knew I better leave so they could get to bed. Matt said “I feel kind of bad having to leave like this, Hopefully we can get together again soon,” “Matt count on it, I get this way once in awhile and I would love to get together under happier times.” “Jan it was real nice getting to meet you” “Not sure why your with and ugly old fart like matt but you must have your reason’s” We both just laughed and Jan said “Rich you are welcome here anytime please come back soon.” “I will I promise, and I’m very sorry about you mom.”

Ruthie walked over and smiled saying “I was happy to meet you also even though you are not any good at drying dishes” “You know I’m with my folks on this we all feel bad about the timing being off, But I can’t go with them to the funeral because I have a mid-term I can’t miss. If you would like I would love it if we could have dinner tomorrow night.”

“Well that would be wonderful, us old guys always feel silly sitting in a restaurant by ourselves, here’s my cell number please call when you are free to go.” I walked over and gave Matt and Jan a finale hug and told them both how great it was to be with them.” “Matt you take care and I will see you soon.” Funny how those things get to you I had a couple Anadolu Yakası Escort of tears in my eyes as I went down the walk. But then I replaced the tears with a smile when I thought about dinner with Ruthie tomorrow.

I spent the next morning just seeing the sight’s and I wandered into the local Mall and looked though the store’s wishing that the time would go buy faster. I felt a little silly somewhat like a school boy waiting for his new girlfriend to call. After all It was my old friends daughter and she was just being kind to her fathers old friend.

Finally after what seamed like hours my cell did ring and it was Ruthie. “Hello Rich is it still ok for tonight or do you have other plans?” “No I have no other plans and I am really looking forward to us having Dinner, How did your exam go?” “I think I did great, I felt very comfortable with the question’s and never felt like I was lost, But I will not know until Monday what my grade will be.” “Well if you feel that good about it you must have done real well. So I think this will also be a celebration tonight. How dose seven sound for dinner? that will give you plenty of time to get ready” “Great Rich I look forward to it, bye for now” “Bye See you in a little bit Ruthie”

I walked back to my car and headed back to the hotel. I had plenty of time to get a shower and shave again, and I wanted to change into my suit. I called down to the desk and talked to the concierge and he suggested a very nice restaurant in the city. He said he would call and get reservation’s and if I needed any thing else to please call. I thought about getting theater tickets but was not sure of Ruthie’s taste’s, So I decided that dinner and drinks after would be appropriate for our first meeting.

When I parked my car in front of the house I was not ready for the sight I was seeing, This lovely young lady with long hair cascading down her back was coming down the walk towards me, She was not the young girl I talked with the night before, in her place was a women that makes men’s heads turn and young men wish they had the nerve to speak to her, She was lovely in a long Black dress with a knee high slit up the side.

I quickly moved to her side of the car and held the door open for her. “My lady you are a true vision this evening. I don’t know if I should say hello or bow to you as you look every bit a Princess” “Well thank you Kind Sir, and where might I ask are we going this evening.” “Well my lady would one mind if I just surprise you” She started to giggle at that and smiled and said “of course Sir Your choice will be wonderful I’m sure.”

As we pulled into the drive a young man stepped forward to get the doors I glanced over at Ruthie and noticed the look on her face, She was a bit surprised at the restaurant we were going to. I tossed the keys to the young man and offered my arm to Ruthie. When we walked into the lobby the man at the desk smiled and asked my name, “But of course sir we have been waiting for you let me show you to your table.”

When we sat down Ruthie could not hold back any longer. She was dead serious and looked me in the eyes and whispered “Do you have any idea how expensive this place is” “Yes I Do But we are celebrating your doing so well on your test I could not take you anywhere else.”

We wound up having a wonderful time and a great dinner, the laughs kept coming from both of us, I think we both felt like we had been together for years. We truly were becoming very comfortable with one another.

As we left the restaurant I was telling her what a great time I had and how much I was enjoying her company and it was a shame it could not last longer. She turned and looked me in the eyes and said “I see no reason for us to stop having fun yet please take me home and I will fix you the best cup of coffee you have ever had.” “Now how can I refuse an offer like that, but you realize of course at my age the last thing I need at this time of the night is coffee, I will never sleep”

She through her head back and laughed “well we will just have to find something for you to do if you can’t sleep.” I saw her flash that devilish grin and I was beginning to think of just how much trouble I might be in here, this Girl was just in her early thirty’s and I am fifty seven. The thoughts that were rushing in and out of my mind were not all that gentlemanly.

“Ruthie you are going to make this old man blush if you don’t stop, Damn girl I’m old enough to be your father.” “Awe Daddy I won’t hurt you I promise” I will be a good little girl, and if I get out of line you can give me a spanking and send me to my room.” The thought hit me then that she was serious, I have never been with a women that liked to be spanked, I was starting to think that this evening was going to get very interesting.

The ride back to her house was a blur, I could only think about the lovely creature sitting so close to me and I could feel her left breast against my arm. I was trying to keep my mind on the rode and was very happy Avrupa Yakası Escort indeed to finally be pulling up to her house. I practically jumped out of the car and rushed around to her side and opened the door for her. “Thank you Daddy you are such a gentleman.” I was starting to enjoy the sound of her calling me Daddy.

When we got into the house I took my suit Jacket off and laid it over the back of a chair and removed my tie and put it in one of the Jacket pockets. Ruthie went straight into the kitchen and started the coffeepot going. When she came back out she excused herself. “Daddy I need to go get out of this dress before I mess it up I hope you don’t mind.” “Of course I don’t’ mind, I will just turn on the TV and catch the news.” “Daddy would you please help me with this zipper, I always have trouble with it,” I walked over and she turned her back to me and I found the zipper and slowly moved it down to the small of her back.

Ruthie leaned back against me and said “Thank You Daddy” I could not help myself I put my arms around her and pulled her back against me. She just sort of melted into me, her hair was still tied up in some sort of bun on her head so I softly kissed the back of her neck, and I moved my hands up from her waist and cupped her breasts. “Oh Daddy you really know what your little girls needs, I love the feel of your big hands”

She slowly turned around and tilted her head back as I leaned down and kissed her, she slowly parted her lips and my tongue slowly searched for hers. She finally pulled away laughing and said, “I will be right back Daddy.”

It was just a few minutes till I heard her voice. “Daddy can you please come her for a minute” I walked down the hall following the sound of her voice. When I walked into the open door I just stood there for a second. The sight in front of me was unreal this beautiful creature was kneeling on the bed facing the door wearing a black teddy with her hair hanging down over her shoulders and breasts, Her hair had to be at least waist long and very thick. “Daddy would you please come over here and join me I get scared here when I’m all-alone” “Baby I will protect you and make sure you are safe. And I promise you I would never do anything to cause you harm.” “Oh Daddy you make me feel so loved and safe.”

I was about to remove my shirt when Ruthie jumped out of bed and said, “Daddy please let me do it.” “Of course princess I would love it if you would help” She got up and walked over and one by one undid the buttons on my shirt when they were all unbuttoned she pushed the shirt back off my shoulders. She then grabbed the bottom of my T-shirt and pulled it up over my head.

I felt her pulling at the buckle on my belt and soon it came undone then she started pulling down on my zipper, she went down to her knees and As she started unzipping my pants they started to fall down my legs, she helped me to step out of them and she tossed them over to a chair. “Oh Daddy this is what I have been looking for may I let him out please” I felt just the slightest bit weak in the knees as I told her “sure Baby you may do anything you wish” She reached up and hooked my Briefs with her thumbs and started to tug them down past my hips.

I soon felt her breath as she got closer to my cock, then I felt her softly blowing on it, her left hand came up and cupped my balls and I felt the stirring in my cock as it started to expand. Then she gently took hold of my cock with her right hand and started to lick the underside of it she then went all the way back and licked my balls and then slowly started to moved back to the underside of the very tip. I reached down and grabbed a handful of her hair and just started to feel its softness, I loved the feel of it in my hands, I started to grit my teeth as I felt her lips start to engulf my cock. Her mouth was like a hot fire that was on a mission to drive me wild, my knees were really starting to shake now as she started a sucking motion with her lips, she would move her lips to the base of my cock then pull back slowly to the very tip, all the while moving her tongue back and forth on the underside. “Ruthie baby its been so long I cant take this much longer” “Fuck I’m so close” I knew I was not going to last so I pulled gently on her hair and warned her that I was going to cum, she answered my plea by reaching under my legs and started pushing a finger into my ass. That was it I started shooting my load into her mouth and she swallowed and swallowed never missing a drop. After a few seconds she pulled away and my cock slipped out of her mouth, She looked up and smiled at me then started licking at my cock and using her hand squeezed out the last remaining drops.

I reached down and pulled her to her feet, then began kissing her and I was surprised when she forced some of my cum into my lips, our tongues just entwined and licked at each other. I also was surprised to find that the taste was not that bad. I reached out to her and swept her off her feet I walked over to the İstanbul Escort bed and set her down at the edge of the bed.

“Now princess it’s my turn” I slowly laid her back and I knelt by the edge of the bed between her legs, I pulled her forward towards me as I lifted her legs up over my shoulders. I reached between her legs and undid the snaps on the underside of her teddy. As the last snap came undone the teddy parted and before me lay the most beautiful looking mound I have ever seen, it was slightly swollen and I could see a small amount of moisture seeping out, I pulled her closer to me and licked at the very bottom of her pussy tasting the juices that were starting to flow, Her pussy was pumping out juice as fast as I could lick it up, this was going to be a challenge.

In my hurry to catch all the juices flowing from her I made the mistake of trying to adjust my position I was keeling in and I started to lose my balance. I felt stupid as hell when In trying to catch myself I wound up slapping her right on top of her mound with my right hand, I heard her yelp as I struck her, “Shit I’m so sorry” that was all I could say, then I heard her yell out “please Daddy do it again” I had regained my balance by this time and thought I was not hearing her right.

But I sure was “Please Daddy I liked it when you spanked me on my pussy, Please Daddy will you do it again Please.” All I could think of to say was of course Baby, I lightly slapped her again and she yelled out “Harder Daddy” So I increased how hard I was slapping her and her moans kept getting louder and louder, I bent in again and started to lick at her pussy, I found her clit and started to nibble at it all the time slapping at her mound, In just a few more seconds my tongue could not keep up with the juices that were flowing out of her Pussy, The next thing I heard was “Oh my God I’m fucking going to cum please harder Daddy lick harder,” I licked at her clit as fast and as hard as I could curling my tongue up tight and assaulting her swollen Clit.

She then screamed and clamped her legs together around my neck, using her legs to force me in closer. “I’m cuming Oh fuck it feels so good, please don’t stop please.” I slapped at her mound again over and over and I could taste the cum starting to flow from her pussy.

In just a couple more seconds she pulled her legs up from my shoulders and laid back on the bed, she reached a hand up and pulled me to her, I just went with it and fell to the side of her and I will not lie I was wiped out. I was sucking in air as fast as I could. “Oh Fuck Daddy that was great, you made me feel so fucking hot, I loved it when you spanked me on my pussy, It was awesome. I have never been that hot in my life.”

I moved over closer to her and looked at her mound and it was a soft red all over, I just could not believe what had just happened, I leaned over her pussy and gently started to place light kisses all over and I would softly blow on it thinking it would make it feel better. “Thank you Daddy that was sweet of you, But Daddy I do have a question for you.” “What’s that baby” “Do you think this was better than a cup of coffee” I just broke out laughing at that and just grinned one of those silly grins we get once in awhile and said Honey I forgot all about the coffee the minuet I walked in your bedroom door and saw you on the bed”

“Daddy can I ask you something else” “Well of course you can you can ask me anything you wish.” “Do you think less of me for the way I acted here tonight, I know I kind of got carried away and we just met an all but I was just so turned on I couldn’t help it.” “Princess I loved what we did here tonight, and I am very fond of you, Hell I was worried that you would not see anything in me because Of my age.” “But Daddy that’s one of the things that I love about you, I like the fact that you’re mature and not like some kid just trying to get a Quickie piece of ass.”

“Tell you what baby lets go get that cup of coffee and we can talk about a few thing’s.” “O.K. let me put a robe on and I will be right with you.” I slipped into my briefs and slacks and pulled on my t-shirt and walked into the kitchen and poured me a cup of coffee, I knew from dinner that Ruthie did not drink coffee so I just poured her a tall glass of water. In just a couple of seconds she was beside me and wrapped her arms around my neck and got up on her tip-toes and gave me a long kiss.

“Rich I really enjoyed this whole evening I wish it could go on and on. I’m so happy that you are so understanding and are not all judgmental about the things I like to do.” “Sweetie the reason for that is I like them myself.” We sat at that table and talked about the things we liked and things we wanted in our life’s. We discovered that we had a lot in common besides the sex end of it. After talking for about an hour she asked me if I would like to see her toy-chest.

I followed her back into her room and she brought out this box that was under her bed, when she opened it I was surprised to see all kinds of her special toys, she had vibrator’s in assorted sizes and all kinds of straps that you could use to tie one down, I looked through and found handcuffs and a small whip and a couple of paddle’s. “Ruthie honey I have never used anything like these before but I sure as hell would love to try.”

I consider myself to be one lucky girl!

My parents are wonderful people who did everything they could to raise their kids to engage the world in an energetic, self-confident way. My brother and I didn’t know it at the time, but both my parents went the extra mile to be sure we lived in an environment that cultivated our self-esteem. Not the “every kid gets a prize” mentality that too often exists today, but an atmosphere of high expectations and the support and love necessary to reach them. In the final analysis, my parent’s strategy worked pretty well. I ended up sailing through college and law school and was just named the youngest female partner in our firm.

Fortunately, my luck wasn’t limited to academic pursuits. Let’s just say attracting guys has never been one of my problems. My looks work well in the courtroom or the bed room. In addition, I watch my diet and work out at least five times a week so my body is lean and athletic. The only thing I’d change is my breasts. It took until my twenties to realize there would be no growing out of my barely A sized cups. On the plus side, my nipples are deliciously sensitive and I’ve discovered to my amazement that lots of guys actually prefer bodies like mine. In fact, that’s what brings me to the start of my story.

I work near the top of a tall building so end up spending my share of time in an elevator. Mostly I just zone out during these rides, but I began to notice a very attractive guy (with no wedding ring) checking me out. At first I chalked it up to my imagination (and possibly a bit of wishful thinking) but after a few encounters I was convinced he was stealing glances at my subtle curves.

Luck was with me one Friday afternoon when my anonymous admirer and I found ourselves alone in the elevator. I didn’t have any plans and decided to take a chance.

“Excuse me. I may be way off base here, but have I been picking up some kind of vibes from you?”

Turns out he had an incredibly engaging smile.

“It’s that obvious, huh?”

By the time we got to the lobby we’d exchanged names and occupations (he’s a financial adviser) and decided to have a drink.

One drink led to another and then another until we found ourselves in a quiet booth over dinner and a bottle of wine. I really liked this guy. He was happily divorced with no kids, had a great sense of humor, and shared my views on politics, religion and movies. The more we talked, the hornier I got. A relationship with a guy in my building could be risky, but I decided to take a chance and invited him to my condo. Not surprisingly, he took the bait and we walked the four blocks together.

We were well into another bottle of wine and had split a joint when we found ourselves engaged in a sensuous kiss. Our tongues explored each other as my body melted into his. His hand found its way to one of my breasts and caressed it longingly. I don’t wear a bra (why would I?) and we both felt my nipple respond. Unbeknownst to him, so did the inner recesses of my body. He gazed directly into my eyes, undid the buttons and very slowly opened my blouse. He wore an adoring expression as he made love to my contours with his eyes.

Shifting his stare back to me he said, “Your breasts are exquisite. I’ve been yearning to see them since the first time I saw you. My obsession got even worse when you showed up one day without your jacket and I realized you don’t wear a bra. You have no idea how much you turn me on.”

“Something told me you were a tiny tit man,” I said with a smile. “Do you really like them?”

“‘Like’ doesn’t do it justice. I have an absolute infatuation with small breasts; especially very small ones like yours. There’s something viscerally compelling that I can’t put my finger on. Maybe it’s got something to do with innocence or vulnerability. Whatever it is, nothing in a woman excites me more. And everything about yours are unbelievable – fashion model size and shape, irresistible firmness and perfect nipples. I could savor them forever.”

The gentle caresses resumed as he kissed my nipples and fondled them with his tongue. The idea of being so thoroughly appreciated for the only part of my body I’m ashamed of was profoundly touching.

“Why don’t we move to the bedroom?” I suggested.

After leisurely undressing one another, we found ourselves in a slow, tantalizing embrace. He was taking his time and I relished the feelings of warmth and sexual energy. He continued to make love to my breasts with his soft touch and sensuous mouth. I’d never felt so cherished. After just the right amount of time, his caresses wandered down my flat stomach just to the edge of my neatly trimmed sparse pubes.

I thought about simply letting him make love to me, but I’d made a deal with myself that I just couldn’t break.

I took a deep breath and said, “I love what we’re doing, but I need to tell you something before we go any farther.”

“OK.”

He probably thought I was HIV positive or something, but fortunately that wasn’t it.

“I’ve had some really bad experiences with insensitive jerks that İstanbul Escort were only interested in a quick fuck and then couldn’t wait to escape. Times like those make me feel used, angry and turned off. I finally figured out a way to avoid such experiences and made a promise to myself always use it with a new guy. It’s sort of a litmus test.”

Understandably, he was looking at me with a puzzled expression.

“The promise I made to myself was that I wouldn’t have sex unless the guy’s first willing to masturbate to orgasm while I watch. The kind of guy who’ll expose himself in such a personal, vulnerable way almost assuredly has the sensitivity and self-confidence I’m looking for in a partner. Besides, some guys actually find it more erotic than regular sex – especially if they haven’t done it in front of anyone before.”

“Don’t you think I’ve got the qualities you’re looking for?”

“Please don’t be offended. I really think you do. It’s just that I made this promise and if I broke it I’d never trust myself again. But, there’s more. When I say I’ll be watching, I mean I’ll be REALLY watching. Some guys just go through the motions so they can get laid. I need guys who appreciate why I need them to confront the shame and embarrassment that goes with admitting to me that they still masturbate.

“So how do you tell if the guy’s just faking?”

“I watch and evaluate every minute detail – even things he has no control over. I watch what part of his body he touches first, how long it takes him to get aroused and the quality of his erection. I blatantly judge its size and shape. I like to think about what he’s thinking as he presents it to me. I carefully observe the technique he uses to stimulate himself. Not only how he touches his penis, but whether he includes other parts of his body like his nipples, testes, scrotum or anus. I look to see whether precum appears and whether he interacts with it. I try to tell when the very first stage of his orgasm begins and I monitor its progress. I observe his breathing, perspiration and heartbeat.

I imagine what he’s fantasizing about as his body gets hotter. I watch to see if he pauses to delay his orgasm, and I count the number of times if he does. I try to pinpoint the exact moment he decides to go over the edge and when he actually reaches that point by the intensity of his stroking and the retraction of his testicles. And of course, I focus laser attention on his ejaculation. I count the number of emissions and note the forcefulness with which they emerge. I notice how long he continues his stroking after no more semen comes out. I assess the detailed properties of his ejaculate – the volume, consistency, color and smell. I try to imagine how he feels about himself just afterwards – pride, shame, embarrassment or perhaps satisfaction. I watch how he cleans up his mess; and most importantly, I judge his demeanor to me knowing that I’ve been watching his performance so intently.”

“So how many times have you delivered that little speech?”

I couldn’t tell if he was pissed, excited or just curious.

“Oh, a few I guess,” trying to be ambiguous.

“And what kind of response do you usually get?”

“It varies. Some guys look at me like I’m demented and head for the hills. Some guys are disgusted and also make a quick getaway. As I’ve said, some guys try to beat the system by faking it, and they can be pretty nasty when I reject them. But more guys than you think are willing, or even eager, to go along. I’m really hoping you’re one of them.”

The smile on his face made his decision clear.

“I’ve got some lotion if you need it.”

“That’s OK.”

He positioned his pillow against the headboard and leaned back. A plain cotton sheet was covering our bodies and he inched it down his muscular chest to just above his pubic area. This maneuver exposed my breasts; but I didn’t protest. He uncovered the rest of his body by moving the sheet from his side of the bed to mine. My body remained half covered, but his was totally exposed. I appreciated this approach.

He spent a long time just looking at my breasts, and I was amazed that his penis began to respond. He started lightly touching the length of his body from his toes to his forehead while stealing sideways glances at my chest – and its hardening nipples. The full body stimulation continued but he began to devote more attention to his abdomen and inner thighs. His erection now appeared to be complete.

Things got more serious when he began to very, very lightly touch his scrotum. He was barely making contact with the sensitive skin, but it was obvious that he relished the feeling. He also lightly explored his anal opening with a fingertip, but didn’t probe inside. The erection that I thought was at full strength a moment before grew. The size and shape was perfect – large enough but not intimidating. His knees were raised and he spread his legs wider to put himself on full display. He lifted his butt off the bed and thrust his hips forward – preening his beautiful erection for me. I was slippery Kadıköy Escort wet.

Finally, he applied direct stimulation to his genitals. I was intrigued with his technique, which I had not seen before. He encircled the base of his penis with one hand and moved it down his length, stimulating the underside of his glans with his fingers as they passed by. As the first hand neared completion of its journey, the second began a similar path. This alternating action resulted in near continuous stimulation of what I assumed was his most sensitive area. I thought it was cute. It also occurred to me that such a technique wouldn’t work well on someone who hadn’t been circumcised.

This stroking continued for some time. Occasionally he paused to fondle his testes and anus as he had done earlier. After a long time he switched to a more traditional masturbatory technique – forming a ring with the thumb and forefinger of his right hand and using it to stroke the same sensitive area. His breathing was deepening and his excitement growing.

A single dollop of precum emerged and clung to his opening. He ignored it for a while but then grasped his shaft with his left hand and used his other fingers to spread it over the underside of his head with firm circular motions. This intense stimulation seemed to increase his desire. He switched back to his one-handed method and it was obvious that he was getting close. Abruptly he stopped rubbing while the threat of an orgasm passed. I wondered what he was thinking. He repeated this process four more times before he could no longer resist. He resumed his two-handed technique with increased determination. His stroking became a frenzied blur and his scrotum tightened against his body, which told me he’d reached the threshold of inevitability.

After a few moments of ecstasy, a beautiful white rainbow presented itself in an impressive display of virility. It was quickly followed by a second of even greater intensity. I counted six strong emissions and two weaker ones before the final bit of liquid emerged gently and dribbled down his glans. He milked out the last drops and wiped them off the back of his hand onto his drenched chest.

There was a satisfied smile on his face and his eyes remained closed for a few moments while he relished the experience. When they reopened he looked at me inquiringly and smiled as if he had been struck by an interesting thought. He gathered some of the semen that was pooled on his chest and spread it tenderly over one of my nipples. There was plenty left to complete the task. Then he pulled tissues from the box next to my bed and began cleaning up his mess. I couldn’t wait to fuck his brains out.

“That was beautiful,” I whispered.

There was no need to tell him that he’d aced my test.

“I’m guessing you’ve done that before,” I said with a smile. “How often do you masturbate?”

“I’ve been it doing a lot more often than usual since seeing you; but still not as much as the once a day or more routine I followed when I was 18.”

I couldn’t believe he was using me to think about during his masturbation sessions.

“How important is it to you?”

“I can’t imagine not doing it. It’s an essential, healthy part of my life. I certainly don’t feel guilty or ashamed. Nevertheless, I’ve never admitted it to my friends.”

“I was intrigued by the way you used two hands to stroke yourself. It’s not something I’ve seen before. How long have you done it that way?”

“It’s what came to me instinctively when I first taught myself. They say most guys stumble on a technique that works for them and stick with it. I guess I’m no exception.”

“What were you thinking about while you were doing it?”

“Your little test fulfilled one of my favorite masturbation fantasies. I like to think about doing it while someone watches. The erotic nature of openly doing something considered so “forbidden” makes me buzz with excitement. And when that someone turned out to be you – the beautiful woman with storybook breasts I’ve been masturbating to for weeks – it’s even more exciting. I was reveling in that feeling and savoring the thrill of your watching and judging me so intently.”

“I loved watching you do it, and you had one of the most beautiful orgasms I’ve ever seen. It’s probably obvious to you, but I can’t wait to feel you inside of me.”

“Oh really? Do you think I’ll just fuck any girl that comes along? I’ve had some really bad experiences with insensitive babes that were only interested in a quick fuck and then couldn’t wait to escape. Times like those make me feel used, angry and turned off. I finally figured out a way to avoid such experiences and made a promise to myself always to use it with a new girl. Would you like to hear what it is?”

He said this with an impish grin, and I knew I was had.

“I suppose so,” I managed to say with a straight face.

“The promise I made to myself was that I wouldn’t have sex unless the girl’s first willing to masturbate to orgasm while I watch. The kind of woman who’ll expose herself in such Ataşehir Escort a personal, vulnerable way almost assuredly has the sensitivity and self-confidence I’m looking for in a partner. Besides, some girls actually find it more erotic than regular sex – especially if they haven’t done it in front of anyone before.”

“Is there anything else?”

“Yes, there is. Believe it or not, some girls try to fool me by faking an orgasm just to get a quick fuck. The only way I can weed them out is to watch the process intently and evaluate every minute detail – even things she has no control over. I watch what part of her body she touches first, and how long it takes her to get aroused. I blatantly judge her genitals. I note whether she’s shaved and how well groomed her pubic hair is if she hasn’t. I examine the appearance of her labia and whether the inner lips are smooth and compact or puffy and protrude around her opening. I consider her clitoris and whether it’s visible under its sheath. I judge the color and wetness of her vagina, and of course the fragrance it emits.

I like to think about what she’s thinking as she presents it to me. I look for the appearance of arousal fluid and whether she interacts with it. I carefully observe the technique she uses to stimulate herself. Not only how she touches her vaginal area, but whether she includes her nipples, perineum or anus. I notice whether she inserts one or more fingers, and how she uses them to stimulate herself. I observe the technique she uses on her clitoris – whether she uses direct or indirect contact and whether she rubs it using circular or up-and-down motions.

I try to tell when the very first stage of her orgasm begins and I monitor its progress. I observe her breathing, perspiration and heartbeat. I imagine what she’s fantasizing about as her body gets hotter. I watch to see if she pauses to delay her orgasm, and I count the number of times if she does. I try to pinpoint the exact moment she decides to go over the edge and when she actually reaches that point by the intensity of her stroking or pumping. And of course, I focus laser attention on her orgasm. I look for distention of her nipples and areola. I count the number and forcefulness of her vaginal contractions and whether she ejaculates. I notice how long she continues to apply stimulation when they subside. I watch whether she grooms herself afterwards; and most importantly, her demeanor to me knowing that I’ve been watching her performance so intently.”

I’d have been amused, had I not been so aroused. No one had turned the tables on me before, and I was unbelievably excited by the prospect of masturbating for him – especially after such an erotic description.

“You think you’re pretty clever, don’t you?”

“So do you want to move forward, or am I going to have to leave right now?” he said with a knowing smile.

I propped a pillow against the headboard as he had done and began the show. I mimicked the way he stimulated his body by beginning with my feet, torso and face. Gradually, my caresses moved to my flat stomach, belly button and outer thighs. When I couldn’t wait any longer, I moved to my inner thighs. The feeling was electric. Arousal fluid was leaking onto the sheets and I let myself feel proud about it. As I mentioned, my nipples are super sensitive and stimulating them has always been an important part of my masturbatory experiences. My areolas become mounded when my nipples are fully erect, as they were now, and I hoped my observer was pleased. At last I allowed myself to touch them; and the feeling was breathtaking. I thought of the way he kissed and sucked them and imagined him doing it now. I could easily have given myself an orgasm by continuing these caresses, but I had other plans.

My fingertips started anew at my ankles and worked their way up my inner thighs until they approached my vaginal opening. I caressed the area in a leisurely fashion until it was time to move on. Very, very lightly the tips of my fingers moved up and down my slit. I was careful not to touch my clitoris directly. My knees were raised and I spread my legs, giving better access to my fingers as they opened my body for his inspection. The fragrance of my juices permeated the room.

I explored the area between my inner and outer lips; moving up and down both sides of my opening with the fingertips of my hands. This action provided indirect stimulation to my clitoris but I was not yet ready for anything more serious. The fact that I was using two hands reminded me of the way he had stroked his erection, and that vision intensified the feelings I was experiencing. It also made me conscious of the empty feeling between my legs. My response was to abandon my lips for the moment and allow my fingers to work their way inside. I started with the middle finger of my right hand – moving it up and down my crack while slowly penetrating more deeply. I savored the gradually increasing stimulation on the inside of my channel. Finally, the invading digit could go no farther so I used it to probe my inner depths. My muscles squeezed it involuntarily. I pressed it against the roof of my canal and slowly withdrew it while maintaining upwards pressure. I allowed a bit of contact with my clit as it emerged and a shudder flowed through my body. I repeated this action until I knew it was time to stop.

Amber ran back up the stairs with a handful of ice cubes wrapped in paper towels, told me to hold it against my lip, then hurried back down the stairs, saying she had a midnight snack cooking on the stove. When she came back five minutes later she had a plate of grilled cheese sandwiches in one hand and two glasses of a red table wine in the other. She sat on the bed, putting the plate between us, and handed me my glass. She took a big sip from hers.

“Let me see your lip, David. . . That’s good, honey, it already looks much better.”

“It feels fine.”

“That’s good. Next time don’t fuck me so hard, okay? That way I won’t get all excited and start biting down on your lip. It’s really all your fault, David. Next time just be a little more gentle with my pussy, okay sweetie?”

“I’ll try.”

“That’s all I’m asking.”

“Keep talking.”

“I will.”

“Go ahead.”

“Not right now! We have to eat before it gets cold. Eat your sandwich. Four bites for you and four for me.”

Normally, I don’t have to encourage her. Amber will talk about anything and everything. Whatever pops into her head. That’s one of the many reasons we get along so well. She likes to talk and I like to listen.

Amber had made two grilled cheese sandwiches each one cut in four bite sized pieces. Honestly, they were very good, right up there with the best I’d ever had. She said good ingredients are important and that there are lots of choices, but tonight she used ciabatta bread in half inch slices and fontina and parmigiano cheese because that’s what I had on hand. The real trick, however, is to grill both sides of each slice of bread. You grill one side, flip it over like a pancake browned side up, add the cheese, a dab of butter and a pinch of sea salt, wait a minute until the underside is brown and the cheese on top starts to melt, and that’s it, close the sides up and cut and serve.

“Now you know how to cook the perfect grilled cheese, David. Don’t tell anybody okay? It’s my own secret recipe. I won’t like it if you tell people my secrets.”

“Your secrets are safe with me.”

“That’s good. Also, don’t tell people about my pussy, okay?”

“What about it?”

“Anything about it! I don’t want you talking about my pussy to your friends or, you know, people at the store or wherever.”

“At the store?”

“I’m teasing you, David! Don’t you get it? I’m telling you it’s just for you, honey. Nobody else.”

“That’s. . . sweet?”

“Of course it is. . . but seriously, don’t talk about my pussy. I know guys like to do that. Brag about all the hot pussy they’re getting.”

“Not really something I would do Amber, with anybody.”

She smiled and nodded like we had just settled a major worry. Then I realized that maybe for a teenage girl, and Amber is still just nineteen, maybe for her, locker room gossip had been a major worry.

When we finished our midnight snack Amber took the empty plate downstairs and came back with an opened bottle of wine and poured us each another glass. We sat on the bed, sipping at our drinks, the moonlight and the shadows dancing on Amber’s face. I leaned in to kiss her, but she turned away and kissed me on my shoulder instead, then up to my neck, then my cheek, and only then on my mouth, a gentle closed mouth kiss.

“David, don’t be mad at me, but I think I’ve had enough for today. I just want to snuggle and talk for awhile, then I want to sleep with you. Is that okay?”

“It’s fine. I like it here like this. With the moonlight shining in.”

“It’s perfect.” Amber said.

I put my empty glass on the bedside table and laid back in bed. Amber finished her wine in one gulp, leaned over me and tried to set her glass there as well, instead it fell on its side and teetered near the edge. I caught it before it rolled off the table.

“David, you need two bedside tables! I want one over here on my side of the bed.”

“That’s your side of the bed?”

“Yep. The right side is my side. No arguing.”

I told her I had a matching bedside table in the room across the hall. A room now just used for storage. However, I remembered the table still had some of Katie’s things in the drawer, so I told Amber I’d clean it up and move it into the bedroom in the morning.

“Sounds good.” Amber said.

She rolled over on top of me and pushed my legs apart with her knees. Then she scooted down and positioned my cock between her breasts. It seemed like I’d been hard all day but I quickly stiffened once again and she started rubbing one of her nipples on the underside of my shaft and pushing herself between my balls.

“Don’t get any ideas, David. I’m just practicing for tomorrow.”

“Practicing?”

She sat up and leaned back, looking down at herself, she began pushing her breasts together and rubbing her nipples hard. Amber has perfect handfuls of firm and supple breasts and her nipples are rosy red and puffy. She looked at me and grinned mischievously.

“I have to give you something to wake up early for! Or else you might be Şişli escort bayan a lazy bones and want to sleep in. So tomorrow first thing in the morning I want you to fuck my tits. Is that okay, honey? Do you think you can cum that way? Because I know I can.”

“I’m pretty sure I can too Amber. . . So, is that your morning surprise?”

Earlier in the evening Amber had mentioned a surprise for me in the morning.

“Of course not. The surprise is for after breakfast. Do I have to explain everything?”

Unconsciously she had reached down and started to rub the head of my erection in the palm of her hand and only when my precum started oozing out did she look down at the results of her attentions. She smiled and started lightly pushing against the tip, pumping at the engorged purple head with her palm.

“Are you disappointed about the titty fuck, honey?” she said.

I shook my head no but I was thinking yes. I know I was feeling an urgent need to see my cock thrusting between her supple breasts. She now had her other hand firmly wrapped around the base of my cock. Then she grabbed onto me with both hands, trying to get her fingers around the shaft.

“I love how big you are, honey. Look, I’ve got both hands wrapped around you and your head still pokes out the top! And when you’re all hard like this I can’t even make my fingers touch. That’s just how I like my lover, David. Big, but not, you know, scary big. . . What are you eight inches?”

“No. I think more like seven.”

“Should I get a ruler?” She gave me a goofy smile.

“Why?”

“Because, when I talk about you with my girlfriends I want to know what I’m talking about. That way, when they ask about you, I’ll pretend to blush and say my new boyfriend’s got a big fat eight-inch cock! I just want accuracy, David.”

“Well, it’s maybe seven something. Sorry to disappoint Amber, but I’m sure the most I would top out at would be seven and a half. Believe me, I would know if I was eight inches. Guys know exactly where we stand.”

“Awww, honey. I’m not disappointed. I’m just teasing you. You’re way big enough for me. Guys are always so sensitive about their cocks,” she said, shaking her head. “This isn’t porn, David. This is the real world. Seven is plenty big enough.”

She still had both her hands wrapped around me and she started making little squeezing motions like she was milking me.

“The first time I saw you I thought you were beautiful. Really, you’re perfect. The first time you fucked me my only thought was how great we fit together. How full I was. Honestly, David, I love your cock. See my nipples? They love it too.”

She had settled her chest over me, one hand supporting herself on the bed, the other still wrapped tight around the base of my cock. I reached out and held her breasts together, enveloping the exposed top half of my shaft, the head of my cock protruding clear just below her chin. I began pressing and poking at her nipples with my thumbs. Her cleavage was literally sparkling in the light. I had to blink to focus my vision. She had tiny specs of gold glitter sprinkled all over her cleavage. I wondered where it came from? It wasn’t there earlier in the evening when I was nursing on her nipples. Now there was gold glitter on her breasts and on her nipples and now on the head of my cock as I slid between her breasts, moist and beading up with sweat.

“Where did all the glitter come from Amber?”

“Shhh, not now honey, just keep fucking me,” she said. “Let me catch my breath.”

Her grip tightened around the base of my cock, the heel of her hand pushing against my balls, the shaft and head disappearing then poking clear again as together we fucked my cock between her tits.

“I decorated myself with glitter downstairs when I was making our snack. I knew this is what I wanted,” she whispered. “I wanted to be fucked just like this, honey. I was teasing you about waiting until morning,” she said between her purring moans. “I wanted to see if you’d be. . . keep fucking me, honey. . . I just wanted. . . to see if you’d be disappointed. God, honey, I can come this way, I hope you’re ready too.”

I was ready anytime she wanted.

When I saw a glazed unfocused look coming into her eyes, I started cumming as well. She laughed as the first spurt of cum shot into the air between us, landing over my shoulder on the pillow, then two spurts more up and into her chin, then a final smaller spray out onto my hands and into her tender rosy nipples. I rubbed the warm cream all over her firm and sexy tits, now slick with cum. A single strand of white gooey sperm extended down from her chin, wavering in the air, before breaking free and falling to my chest.

“Oh my god, so much cum,” she laughed. “Did you see me, David? I was trying to catch it in my mouth!”

She wiped a glob of cream from her chin with three fingers, stuck out her tongue and licked some off, then spread the rest over her lips. She leaned down and kissed me, cum flooding into my mouth.

“I’m not going Escort Sultangazi to be the only naughty one,” she said as she kissed me. “You do everything I do, honey. Everything I do, you do it too,” she was now collapsed on my chest, whispering in my ear, her lips still wet with cum. “When I’m naughty, . . . I do it and you do it too. . . When you. . . when I do it to you. . . what am I saying?” she giggled softly. “I forget sometimes. I talk so much.” She closed her eyes and purred into my ear. “So much cum all over me, David.”

We laid breathing together maybe ten minutes or more. I was lightly running my fingers, barely touching her skin, up and down her spine. She gave me soft kisses to my cheek and neck.

“Want to take a shower?” I asked her as I lifted my head up and turned the pillow over behind me so the wet splatter would be out of the way underneath the pillow.

“Together? Take a shower together?” Amber asked.

“No, I mean, we made a mess. I thought you might want to clean up?”

“I don’t want to clean up. I like the feel and the smell. Clorox and honey, David. It’s nice. And it feels so sexy on my nipples. I love the way your cum dries tight against my skin, like glue.”

“No shower then?”

“I don’t think so, not tonight. Let’s just sleep now, honey,” Amber said. “Set your phone alarm for six, okay? We have a busy day. I want to get started early. . .”

Her mention of an early morning reminded me of Katie. I had forgotten she was flying home in the morning. I guess it really was going to be a busy day now that my ex-wife was on her way. I filled Amber in about Katie and her father and how she was flying in from D.C. to see him at the hospital in the morning. I told her I wanted to go to the hospital as well because I still was close to her dad, and that I wasn’t sure but it sounded serious, otherwise she wouldn’t have been in such a hurry to catch a flight.

“So, should I go to the hospital with you?”

“If you want to.” I shrugged my shoulders.

“I think I should start meeting people you know, David. Even your ex-wife. Who knows? We might become friends!”

I nodded but didn’t say anything. I would be seriously surprised if Katelyn and Amber became friends. I was trying to play out introducing them in my head.

All I could imagine was Katie looking at me and laughing, pulling me aside and telling me, seriously David, did you have to hook up with a teenage version of myself? I know that’s pretty much exactly what she would say and, of course, she would have a right to her opinion. However, I think the truth is that while they are both beautiful with similar facial features and body types that might even match measure for measure; Amber has straight Swedish blonde hair whereas Katie is more of a wavy caramel or honey blonde. So really not even close to the same hair. Another difference is that Amber has lustrous deep green eyes while Katie’s are a changeable blue to gray, depending on the light.

Despite the clear differences, it would be just like Katie to play up their similarities to make her point, a point she’s made several times before; that my attraction to other women is more about her than me.

“So what do you think, David?” Amber was saying, shaking my arm to get my attention.

“Think about what?”

“About my going to the hospital?”

“I was thinking. . . we should all go to the hospital together, all three of us. Why not? It’s true, you guys might just get along.”

“That’s what I think too, sweetie.” She snuggled in tight. “What time is it?”

“You should get a watch, Amber.”

“I don’t want a watch, David.”

“It’s almost one-thirty.”

“It’s time to sleep David,” she sighed. “Goodnight, honey.”

I have dated since my divorce, it’s not like I never have, and Katie had even known about a few, but never anyone seriously, and I had always stayed at their house or their apartment. Amber was the first to sleep in Katie’s bed. We were spooned together with me from behind. I was slipping into sleep when I heard Amber whisper.

“David?”

“I’m almost asleep Amber.”

“You forgot to say goodnight.”

“Goodnight, Amber.”

She reached around my leg and softly rubbed the back of my knee, then scratched her fingernails lightly against that tender part of skin. And then she took a fold of skin between her thumb and her forefinger and pinched, not hard enough to hurt, but definitely enough to get my attention.

“Don’t ever forget to say goodnight, David.”

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When you’ve lived alone for ten years it can be a strange and uneasy feeling waking next to another person. Your time and your thoughts are no longer just your own. Should I shower first? I wonder what she wants for breakfast? How can such a gorgeous young girl snore like a rhinoceros? I was awake at five-thirty pondering these and other questions when Amber snorted and coughed and turned on her side, and then she was quiet again. I put my hand lightly on her back to test her breathing. She looked Taksim escort so fragile in her sleep I thought if I blinked she might disappear. I blinked and she was still there so I got up and walked naked down the stairs.

I found some clean clothes in the laundry room, khaki shorts, briefs, and a faded indigo blue t-shirt, took a quick shower in the guest bathroom, dressed, and went to the kitchen to brew coffee. I could hear Amber in the upstairs bathroom doing whatever it is girls do in the morning. I heard her shower first, but now she was running water in the tub for some reason, I couldn’t imagine why she would shower and now be taking a bath. I listened for awhile, couldn’t figure out what she was up to, and went about making protein smoothies for breakfast. Quick, easy and healthy. I make them about five days a week, mostly for breakfast, every now and then for lunch.

Normally it takes five minutes tops to make a smoothie in the blender, but I decided to take it slow, line up all the ingredients and drink a cup of coffee first. I wanted to give Amber some time to finish whatever she was up to before I went back upstairs. I looked around the kitchen and noticed everything was clean and organized. At some point Amber had cleaned the kitchen? No other explanation. I made the smoothie, drank an eight ounce glass, and took another upstairs for Amber.

I stood at the bathroom door and watched her scrubbing the bathtub. She was wearing a white t-back sports bra with yellow accents and tight little matching running shorts. Very stylish and coordinated. Her hair was pulled back in a sexy ponytail.

“Smoothie?” I held the glass out for her. “Protein, bunch of other good stuff in there.”

“Thanks, honey.” She stood up and drank the entire glass in four or five gulps. “That’s yummy, David,” she said, handing me back the glass.

“Want to know what’s in it now that you’re finished?”

“I know what’s in it. Protein powder, grape juice, berries, yogurt, a banana, some kind of oats, and maybe a few other things.”

“Pretty good guess.”

“David, you didn’t invent protein drinks. I have them all the time.”

“So, looks like you’re a clean freak, Amber. When did you do the kitchen?”

“About three to three-thirty. You were asleep. Then I came back to bed.”

“Now you’re cleaning the bathroom?”

“No need to thank me, honey.”

“Okay. I almost did, but now I won’t.”

She laughed and stepped in to kiss me. A nice hard kiss. Her skin smelled fresh like lavender soap. She told me she just liked things clean, not that I was terrible, but guys have different standards and she wanted to feel at home. She also told me not to worry my surprise was still on, that it was scheduled for eight to ten o’clock. She then casually mentioned she had texted Megan and she was bringing some more of her things over, mostly clothes, shoes, and some books.

“Megan’s coming over?”

“She’ll be here at seven.”

“Looks like you have everything under control, you know, schedule wise.”

“I like things organized.”

“I can see that.”

“We’re a couple now, David. We have to work together. Why don’t you go clear some dresser drawers for me and some closet space. I have lots of clothes.”

I nodded and went in the bedroom. The bed was made, the blinds were up and the windows were open, all six of them. The room was filled with light and cool fresh early morning air. I hadn’t had every window open in years. I looked over to Amber’s house and saw Megan standing at her bedroom window looking back at me. She waved and I waved back. She was wearing a white and pink version of Amber’s outfit. I mean, except for the color, they were exact copies. I guessed they shopped for clothes together despite their disagreements. Megan disappeared. Two minutes later there was knocking at my door.

“That’s Megan, honey. Will you get that?” Amber said.

Clearly I had lost control of everything that happened in my house. Amber was now in charge. Still, I thought, wasn’t it just yesterday that Amber and Megan were arguing on their patio and Megan was stripping off her bikini, showing herself off to me, right in front of Amber? Was that now just forgotten? I walked down the stairs and opened the door.

“Hi, David. Remember me?”

“Hi, Megan.”

She handed me a big box and told me to give it to Amber. She said she had four more just like it and turned and ran back to her house. We relayed all five boxes to Amber. I would carry one up the stairs and when I came back down, Megan would be at the door with another. After the last one, when I came down the stairs, Megan was sitting in the chair opposite and across the coffee table from the couch.

“Well? Have a seat, David.” Megan said, pointing to the couch, inviting me to sit down. I sat down. “So, how’ve ya been?” Megan said, and laughed at the absurdity of the awkward situation.

“I’m happy, Megan.”

“I can see that, David. It would have been nice to know that yesterday. How happy you are with Amber.”

“You have the same outfit as Amber. Very coordinated,” I said, making hand motions to try to indicate I meant everything she was wearing, the entire outfit. I thought changing the conversation to innocuous small talk about clothes might be the right tack to take with Megan.

I was very surprised to get a call from the Grayson house. I had installed our newest and most expensive home theater system in their home just the day before. I’d tested the system fully and had shown both Mr. and Mrs. Grayson how the system worked. The Exhibitionist SE was a monster system. It included a 65 inch projection screen, 16 remote speakers and practically every form of digital audio, video, or gaming input a person could ever want. The beauty of the system was that everything operated from one single remote. There was a wall-mounted control screen where everything could also be controlled, but there was almost no reason to use it once the system was setup and running.

Mrs. Grayson answered the door and to my surprise was somewhat scantily dressed. She wore a full length pink silk gown that tied only at the neck and the fabric crossed slightly in front. As she turned to invite me in, I’m sure the fabric parted enough for me to see pink panties. I’d already determined by the small hard nubs poking thru the material that she wasn’t wearing a bra.

“This new system you’ve sold us is not working right.” She snapped a bit unpleasantly.

When she didn’t elaborate, I asked her what the problem was.

“The picture is blurry and the sound is no better than a transistor radio.” She practically hissed.

I walked toward the theater in the very plush Grayson home. Obviously, I knew the way. I was having a hard time figuring out how the system could have malfunctioned so quickly. I was also a bit surprised that Mrs. Grayson, who’d shown little interest in the system to begin with, was so angry about the poor performance.

As we walked, Mrs. Grayson began a litany of complaints. It went from how she expected more from a system than this and how you’d think if you paid that much for something it’d be better to how much of a nuisance it was for her to take time out of her busy schedule to attend to this… yada, yada, yada. I decided that the quicker I fixed this problem and got out of the house, the better.

I powered up the system from the wall control screen and searched for the remote. I found it on one of the lounge chairs on the front row of the seating area. I immediately noticed that something wasn’t right. The only sound to be heard was coming from two small speakers at the front of the room. These speakers are actually harmonic stabilizers and really only serve to help clean up poor audio. That’s when I noticed that the amplifier unit was not on. I opened the control panel cover on the amp and switched the power on. Instantly, the sound from the set came blasting out. I really should have checked the volume level first… and Mrs. Grayson voiced her displeasure almost as loudly as the system.

“Someone switched off the power Mrs. Grayson, it should be okay now.” I offered.

“Well don’t you think I’m going to go poking around inside looking for power switches every time I want to watch TV.” She declared. “This is not what we paid for.”

I assured her that it would not happen again as long as nobody tinkered with the switches on the equipment itself. I reminded her that the remote would control everything.

“Well, what about that picture, it is way too blurry.” She pouted. “What are you going to do about that?”

I stopped and looked at the picture which was currently showing some daytime TV talk show where the guests routinely fight amongst themselves. The picture was pristine. I changed to a digital movie channel and the picture was even more awesome.

“Mrs. Grayson, perhaps the picture was worse earlier due to station problems or something.” I said somewhat placatingly. “It looks pretty good right now.”

“My name is Beth, and that picture needs to be fixed.” She said with what could only be described as a petulant growl.

I stood and looked at “Beth” for a moment. She was a very attractive woman, 5’7″ brown hair down past her shoulders, womanly curves hiding beneath the loose fitting gown. Her chest was heaving, her nipples still protruding, and her face had the look of a hungry lioness. I grinned to myself, thinking the only thing I needed to fix was a spoiled bitch’s attitude. A nice spanking and a good fucking would have been my prescription.

“Beth, I really don’t see a thing I can do to improve the picture.” I said in my calmest voice. “If you can tell me exactly what you’d like, I’ll do my best to satisfy you.” I offered and gave her a steady eye-to-eye dare.

Beth turned to leave the theater and I thought I’d probably just lost a customer considering she’d probably tell her husband I’d insinuated something akin to a “come on.” – but then she stopped and twirled back around to face me. The effect caused the gown to flare open from just under her neck down to her feet. She stood there bare-breasted and in see-through pink lace panties. Her hands on her hips kept the gown from closing.

“So you think you’ve got what it takes to satisfy me?” she laughed. “I doubt it very seriously.”

She stood there defiantly İstanbul Escort while I considered my options.

“Beth” I said calmly. “I doubt you really know what you need to be satisfied. I do know that your behavior this morning leads me to believe that you need something that I’m very capable of providing.”

“And what would that be?” She said sarcastically. “…a tiny little limp dick?

“What I have for you Beth is the release, pleasure, and fulfillment you’ve been seeking.” I said in a very even tone all the while maintaining eye contact with her striking brown eyes. “But you have to prove that you’re willing to let me take you there.”

I let her think about that for a second or two and before she could speak I added: “If you’re willing, don’t say a word” I watched while her objection was stopped at her mouth. She stared at me intensely.

Calmly, I told her: “I want you to remove your robe now. There’s no sense in you having it on and I want to see you.”

Slowly she raised her hand to her chest and untied the bow that held the gown together. The silk slithered down her lithe body revealing her firm and inviting frame. The gown pooled at her feet and she appeared nervous as she absorbed my appraisal of her. I walked closer and noticed the scent of lilac mixed with female excitement. I kissed the top of her cheek only slightly, merely brushing my lips by her simmering skin. She trembled with desire.

“Well done Beth.” I congratulated her gently. “You and I will have some fun today. If you’ll put your trust in me, I’ll make this the best day of your life. Will you trust me Beth?” I asked as I circled her, taking note of her strong shoulders, slender waist, and magnificent ass.

As I circled back around to face her, I asked again: “Will you trust me Beth?”

Beth looked into my eyes and very slowly she began to nod her head. “That’s a good girl Beth. I like it that you remembered that I told you not to speak. I think you’re going to really enjoy our day today.”

I began telling Beth the ground rules for the day. She never flinched or even looked mildly afraid when I told her that she would obey my every command, that she would be punished for not following my wishes, and that she would be used as my sex toy for the entire day. I emphasized that I would use her mouth, her cunt, and her ass as I pleased. I instructed her to refer to me as “Sir” on the occasions that I did allow her to speak.

“Now, take me to your bedroom so we can begin.” I commanded. “And I want you to know that the first thing we’re going to do is give you the punishment you deserve for your behavior this morning. Don’t think that I’m going to go easy on you just because you’ve agreed to be my slut either.” I watched as she gathered her robe, reached for my hand, and led me toward her bedroom. Her ass and legs were enticing to watch and I couldn’t keep my eyes off them.

In her bedroom she dropped the gown in a chair and turned to face me. She stood there on trembling legs and awaited my instructions. I crossed the room and sat on the edge of the large bed.

“Since you were extremely rude and bitchy to me this morning, I see no other choice but to spank your gorgeous ass until you learn to behave better. Come here and lay across my lap and take your punishment. You will remain silent or the punishment will be repeated.”

Beth did as I instructed, I think I saw a look of fear in her eyes as she lay down across my lap. The way we sat, her head was on the bed and her feet on the floor. I sat somewhat cross-wise on the edge of the bed. I leaned down and whispered into her ear. “Trust me, you’re going to like this. If it gets to be too much, the one word you may say is ‘sugar’ and I’ll take care of you. Do you understand?”

Beth nodded into the coverlet. I took her hands and put them together behind her back. I cursed myself for not binding her with something first… but I sensed she would be willingly “bound” by a loose grip. I held both wrists together in my left hand and began to caress her bottom with my right. I locked my legs around hers to prevent any squirming; making sure to part her legs slightly as I did so. My caresses found their way along her ass and down her legs before venturing up to her silk covered slit. I smiled to myself as I found her panties soaked with her excitement. I took a second to inhale her musky scent before my hand struck her sweet ass with a loud “whack!” Beth inhaled sharply but made no other sound. I struck the other side of her bottom with a similar blow and again she endured the pain quietly. I quickly pummeled her ass cheeks with several swats each and a nice rosy glow began to appear on them. I rubbed the rosy areas and admired my handiwork. I knew Beth’s cunt would be heating up with every stroke. I traced my fingers around the edge of her panties and she trembled with anticipation as I neared her slit. I then quickly swatted each glowing cheek again several times in rapid succession.

“Do you think you’ve been Escort Bayan punished enough my slut?” I asked Beth a bit amusedly.

She shook her head indicating “no” and I was somewhat puzzled by that. I guessed that the spanking was getting her close to an orgasm. I wasn’t sure I wanted her to cum yet, but I risked a few more hard slaps on her bottom and she clenched in what I first thought might just be an orgasm… but her whimper let me know I’d taken her right to the brink.

“On your knees slut” I commanded.

Beth gingerly lowered herself to the floor at my feet. I stood in front of her and gave one of my favorite commands. “Suck me”

Such a willing slave was Beth that I was in awe of how quickly she unbuckled my belt, unfastened, and unzipped my trousers. She deftly pulled my pants and briefs down over my proudly engorged penis and engulfed my cock-head quickly and deeply. Her hands began to fondle my hips and my ass. She reached in between my legs and deftly massaged my balls. All the while her head worked quickly up and down on my shaft and her tongue circled the head and bathed the tip. I was in heaven and seriously considered allowing her to make me cum. She may not have been the best cocksucker I’d ever had but she was close. She kept her mouth very wet and bathed my dick from the tip to my balls. She washed the underside of my cock head with back and forth motions from her wet tongue. Then, she’d quickly flick her tongue over the top and the end and send shivers of delight down my shaft. I allowed her to press me into the back of her mouth, feeling the silky soft warmth of her throat before I pulled her head away and lifted her to her feet. I kissed her lips roughly and slipped my tongue in between them. She welcomed my tongue hungrily and sucked on it as she had done my cock. I loved the way she kissed immediately. She tasted of oranges… and perhaps even wine or champagne… and I guessed she’d had a breakfast of mimosas. I pushed her back on the bed and slowly hooked my fingers in the sides of her panties. I pulled them down her smoothly shaved legs and held them practically dripping to my nose.

Her cunt was neatly trimmed and she spread her legs quickly when I instructed her to do so. I knelt and placed kisses along the lower portion of her tummy; which made her flinch and nearly cry-out. I reached up and roughly twisted her left nipple as a reminder her to stay silent. I kissed slowly along the tiny trimmed bush and massaged her legs with my hands. My thumbs worked slowly toward her slit and massaged her labia apart and opened her like a flower before me. She was sopping wet. I eagerly kissed and licked at her clit. I felt her tremble with pleasure and she moaned deeply.

“Don’t you dare cum until I say you can Beth.” I reminded her.

I sucked at the lips of her swollen labia, tasting and smelling her wonderfully musky juices. I inserted a finger inside her and began to probe upward toward her g-spot. I gently fingered her while I pointed my tongue and flicked at her clit. Gentle probing inside her cunt must have found the right place as she bucked against my mouth. Alternately, I sucked her clit into my mouth and gently worked it between my lips. I placed a second finger inside her and began to stroke a bit faster. I assaulted her clit with my tongue, flicking it, bathing it, and sucking it roughly. I looked up and saw Beth taught with desire. I knew that she couldn’t hold out much longer.

“Beth, I want to taste your cum now. Cum for me Beth… cum on my face” I chanted

I began to fuck Beth’s pussy with my tongue and I flicked her clit with my thumb. I traced the rim of her anus with my finger and found it soaked with her pussy juices. Continuing to fuck her with my tongue, I slowly inserted my finger in her ass. Beth bucked and ground her clit against my tongue. She began to come and I felt the juices begin to flow thickly from her slit. She thrashed on the bed and moaned as I continued my assault on her cunt and her ass; slowing as her convulsions slowed, I removed my finger and began to only kiss her legs and the outer lips of her slit. I moved up her body, admiring only for a moment the nipples that had been almost completely ignored until now. My goal was to share her wonderful taste with her. She eagerly cleaned my face and we climbed fully onto the bed and she nestled into my arms, kissing me and holding on to me.

“You may speak now Beth.” I said.

“Thank you Sir” was all she said.

I smiled and replied “Thank you Beth” and I grinned knowing that in the next few minutes, she’d be thanking me even more.

I rolled over and straddled Beth without touching her. I bent and kissed her pouty lips and she looked at me with mild contempt as I lightly licked between her lips. Now that she’d come, “bitchy-Beth” was trying to make a return. I’d have to make sure the “bitch” ran away quickly leaving only the “slave” behind.

I rolled away. “Get up and dance for me Beth.”

“What? No… I don’t want to.” Eskort She cried.

“I think you’ve forgotten our deal slut. You are to do everything I ask, without question. And you’re to speak only when I tell you to. Or should I call your husband and tell him what we’ve been up to for the last few minutes?” I bluffed. I had no intention of losing such a good customer… but she didn’t know that.

“No…” she blurted out. But then she caught herself and lowered her eyes and shook her head slightly.

“Get up and dance for me Beth. I want to see you move… and touch yourself.”

I went to the bedroom’s remote audio controls and quickly had some good jazz playing softly in the room. Beth was standing, naked, trying to decide what to do. She closed her eyes and began to sway. Her hands rubbing up and down her shoulders and arms as she hugged herself. They traveled down across her firm tummy to the sides of her hips, across her thighs and up the valley between legs, only grazing at the sides of her bush before disappearing around to caress her ass. That wonderful ass was thrusting to the music. Her hips gyrating and her mound making fucking motions towards the air… she was getting excited again. Her imaginary lover was inside her and she rode him to the music. Her hands caressed them both… snaking their way up to pinch and twist a nipple into an excited state… sending tremors down her body, she shook with pleasure. Her head swayed dreamily as she danced with her lover. Unseen by her, I crossed the bedroom and stood in front of her and as her hands began to work their way down toward her thrusting mound, I caught them. Her eyes popped open with surprise and she started to mouth the world “please” but she let her beautiful eyes say it for her.

“Lie down Beth.” I instructed as I gently lowered her to the bed. I really should have tormented her some more… getting her to beg me to fuck her. I also wouldn’t have minded watching her get herself off. That really is a fetish of mine. I was ready though. This rich trophy wife was every man’s dream and I was going to have her. I felt giddy at the conquest. My chest swelled up as a flood of testosterone coursed its way through my body fueled by the power I commanded over this woman and by the knowledge of my impending coupling with her. I was becoming an animal and I was ready to mate with a prize bitch. She was in heat… I could smell it. From the look in her eyes, Beth could sense the change in me and she was ready. I bet she’d turned good men into animals several times already.

My cock, normally very thick and just slightly above average in length, was swelled to the max. The crimson head was throbbing and pre-cum leaked copiously from the tip. I threw Beth’s legs over my shoulders, pointed my concrete-hard cock at her cunt and drove it in, deeply, roughly, and selfishly. Beth was ready though. Her tight cunt, slick with passion juice welcomed me and enveloped me hotly. Beth’s mouth opened as she moaned sexily. She broke the rules by whispering in my ear:

“Fuck me you magnificent bastard.”

Further fueled I began to thrust brutally in and out of her dripping snatch. I kissed her hungrily and roughly as I bathed my throbbing cock in her juices. I held her hands out away from her body. Her legs over my shoulders still, she was a prisoner beneath me. I slammed deeply into her and felt my cock-head at the entrance of her uterus. Just the thought of spilling my seed there caused my balls to contract and I knew my orgasm was only moments away. I pushed Beth’s legs all the way to her shoulders and took my deepest plunge into her hot, wet, cunt yet. Beth’s eyes locked onto mine and I slowed my pace. I was as deep inside her as possible and only barely moving. She began to use her cunt muscles to aid the sensation as I rode the tiny waves of pleasure coming from my cock. I released her legs from my shoulders and she quickly wrapped them around my waist. My mouth open, I began to pick up the pace again. I let go of her hands and she clung to me. I gazed into those “rich-bitch” eyes with unbridled lust and readied myself to fill her with my “working-man” seed. My cock swelled yet again and Beth began to climb the hill toward her own orgasm. Faster and faster I plunged into her heavenly folds until she cried out and began to convulse as her orgasm shook her. The look of rapture on her face brought my balls to a boil. I slammed into her as my cock began to spray the walls of her cunt. I cried out with a guttural roar as I came. I could feel our juices mixing and coating my cock and I continued to thrust. I slowed to a stop as she clung to my shoulders and kissed me between my ragged breaths. We lay there entwined as our heartbeats returned to normal.

As I cooled down I told Beth to clean me up. While I intended to have her use her mouth, she jumped up and went to the bath and returned with two warm, wet wash-cloths. She bathed my cock and balls with one and the rest of my body with the other. It was very erotic. With a glint in her eye she later led me to the shower where I discovered more wonderful secrets about my new little sex slave. …her wonderful ass …her needy and beautiful sister …and how to take a fabulous vacation for free …but those are stories for another time.

It is Monday and in an apartment in the middle of Brooklyn, Wendy sat waiting for the cable/television repair man. “Where the hell is he?” she thought. Suddenly there was a knock at the door. She answered it to a very handsome young man in a cable uniform. “Heard you had a cable problem ma’am” He said.

“I have many problems, but I will let you take care of the cable first.” She replied with a glint in her eye. Beckoning him to follow, she led him into the bedroom and showed her the television. “The picture will not come in, I cannot play my VCR tapes, I am going insane without my daily dose of Jerry Springer.”

Seeing her distress the cable guy got to work. As he looked at the wires in the back, Wendy took a good look at him, taking notice of his tall, dark, and handsome looks.

“Would you like something to drink….or anything else?” She inquired.

“Well, a cold beer wouldn’t hurt.” He replied, with a sheepish grin. Happy to be set upon her task, she went into the refrigerator and grabbed him a cold Corona with a twist of lime for good measure.

“Well, thank you, that just hit the spot.” He said after taking a long drink. She could not help but stare at his throat muscles working as he drank and wondering what his lips tasted like after the beer.

“I am glad I wore my short shorts instead of the baggy jeans I had planned on,” Wendy thought, ” I wonder if he will notice my butt barely visible beneath the hemline…”

“Well, it looks like we have a major problem here, I will have to come back tonight and look at it when I have all my tools handy.” He said. “By the Escort İstanbul way, my name is Eric.” A little disappointed that he was going to leave with no action, she saw him slipping glances at her chest, and knowing he was too shy she made a move.

“What about your tip?” Wendy asked…with a sly grin. She began to unbutton her shirt, exposing the creamy tops of her breasts. “I have to offer you something.”

He looked on hungrily, eyes eating her up with every undoing. Licking his lips, he stepped forward, bold at last, reaching for her. Pulling her to him roughly, he grabbed her ass and pushed his crotch against her. Feeling his hardness pressing her, Wendy reached down and gave him a squeeze, bringing a grunt from him. Eric then pulled her hair, tilting her head back as he kissed her neck. When he let go of her hair, Wendy kissed his neck, running her tongue down to the top snap of his shirt, ripping the buttons open and kissing, tonguing her way down his chest. Reaching his belly button, she looked up at him, grinning while she unbuttoned his pants, freeing him into her hand. The sound that escaped his mouth as she held him was almost animal. Wendy flicked the head of his hard cock with her tongue, then licking all around the head, getting it nice and wet. Moving her hand up and down she started a pace for things to come. Looking up, she could see that Eric had his eyes closed and was holding her hair like a rein.

Wendy leaned down, still stroking him and placed one of his balls in her mouth, massaging it lightly with her tongue. Going back up after a few moments to İstanbul Escort Bayan play with him some more, he growled and lay her down on the floor, spreading her wide.

Kneeling between her legs, he leaned up, sucking on her nipples with a ferocity she had not anticipated, bruising her. Moaning, she threw her head back, running her fingers through his hair. Kissing down her stomach he reached the extremely wet and encompassing place between her legs. Leaning down, just barely breathing on her was enough to make her sopping. Nibbling at her lips and clit, he then lapped her up and down with his wet tongue, tasting her moistness. He bent his elbows underneath her hips and held her as she bucked at his face, wanting more. As he felt her about to reach her peak, Eric flipped her onto her hands and knees, slapping her on her ass for good measure.

“I am going to fuck you in your ass, you want it don’t you?” He said to her as she looked over her shoulder at him beckoningly.

“You know I do” She replied breathlessly. He went to the front of her, and let her lap on his big dick until it was sopping wet, then went back behind her. When he spread her ass cheeks open, she moaned in anticipation. He slid into her slowly, giving her a taste of his luscious cock. Wendy pressed back against him, painstakingly taking his full length. “Fuck me.” She breathed. Reaching back to massage her clit, she came almost at once. It was the first of what would be many. Feeling him shudder at the pulsing around his manhood as she came, she moved forward, almost to the point that he withdrew. Slamming Anadolu Yakası Escort back onto him, he began to fuck her in earnest. When he was about to climax, he pulled out of her and ordered her to turn over. Taking himself into his hand, he came all over her tits.

“Let’s go take a shower, I am feeling dirty….” Wendy said. She then led him into the bathroom where they turned on the hot spray and washed each other. After rinsing, Wendy could see that Eric was up and raring to go yet again. She bent over and braced herself against the wall. Reaching around with his stomach to her back, Eric massaged her breasts, getting her wet and ready. Pinching her nipples, he then slid into her soaked pussy.

The feeling of being fucked and the hot water running down her back was exquisite. They heard his breathing getting faster, she felt herself coming yet again. Moving back against him in her climax, she felt him throb inside of her and he gave a yell….She hurried and kneeled to catch all that he offered into her mouth. He held her hair in both hands as she pumped and sucked every drop from him. Both utterly exhausted, they got out of the shower and slowly dried each other off. “So..about my other cable problem?” Wendy asked. “Oh, I definitely plan on returning tonight to fix everything…it is my job you know.” He replied with a sheepish grin.

Watching him get dressed and wrapping a robe about herself, she walked him to the door. He turned and gave her ass a squeeze. Wendy shut the door, turned and slid down onto the floor, her legs unable to hold her up any longer. Sighing to herself, and thinking how glad she was that the cable had gone out, she went to decide what to wear for her encounter she was sure to have later…maybe that new leather number she had bought last week. Thinking of him, she began to get wet again, and she could not wait until tonight.

Prelude…

You are the exception to every rule I have.

There is skin, and then there is YOUR skin. Soft and rough, positively lick able and begging to be tasted. Your skin is the reason I can’t concentrate.

Lips are made for kissing, but YOUR lips were designed to be devoured. And the words that escape them just provide my impetus to nibble you for hours on end.

You’re driving me absolutely batty and you know it. How can I hide it? Why would I want to?

We know what cocks are for, don’t we? But we will invent new purposes for YOUR cock. New ways to arouse it, to tease it, to bring it to a breathtaking conclusion.

Sex is for mere mortals. What we will do will stretch the boundaries of every expectation you have. This is the stuff dreams are made of…If you dream like John Holmes.

Read this part very carefully my Love: If you think you might be in over your head, fess up now and I’ll forgive you. But if you choose to take this ride, to engage me in such a manner that will no doubt leave us both weaker and stronger at the same time, then you better start preparing. You took it this far- did you think I wouldn’t take you all the way?

My advice? Fluids and carbs, learn to live without sleep.

There ain’t no rest for the wicked, and wicked we will be.

The Beginning….

It started with the flutter in my stomach…the anticipation of meeting for the first time has sunk in and my tummy is twitching like mad. The dress- THAT DRESS- is taunting me from a hanger in the hotel room closet, practically daring me to put it on. The heels lay askew on the floor, mocking me. “I can do this…” I tell myself, “I can.”

The shower is warm and relaxing, the water washing away some of the doubt along with the silky bubbles from the body wash I brought just for this, just for you. Afterward, I let the cool air in the room dry my skin while I apply lotion to my legs, my arms, my breasts. I chose this lotion as much for its scent as for the way it softens my skin. I apply it slowly to every inch and imagine your reaction when you step close enough for it to catch your attention.

Next comes my hair- to be worn up or down? To wear it up, exposing my shoulders would be tantalizing, I think. The tie for the halter at the back of my neck would be immediately visible to your eye. But would you know right away that to untie it would render the dress useless? For it will surely fall to the ground in a puddle at my feet…

Tiny earrings to draw your eyes to my lobes, a subtle chain to bring your attention to the expanse of my neck and breasts, a delicate bracelet to accent my wrist…all chosen for the purpose of my seduction of you.

But these are the obvious charms- what you see on the surface. Pendik Escort What you can’t see is the lace thong with pearls that cleave the crease of my ass. The sheer brasserie that barely contains the fullness of my breasts and does nothing to hide the erectness of my nipples that comes so naturally when I think of you. The special attention I’ve paid to making sure you have a beautiful workspace- soft, smooth and inviting with just a tiny strip of detail to remind you that I am very much a WOMAN.

The dress and shoes are now on, and with them come the butterflies again. So much effort and anticipation- but will it all be for nothing? I check my watch- you’ve been waiting at the bar for 5 minutes now. I decend the elevator to the approving glance of the man who has joined me for the ride. I exit the car feeling bolder and sexier.

And then I see you at the bar and my bravado immediately dissipates once again. You’re sipping a drink and checking your watch. Fidgeting with the cuff of your shirt and twirling your straw- I think you might be nervous too. You turn to see me as I approach- this is it, The Moment of Truth.

All you say to me is, “Wow.”

And that’s all I needed to hear. We proceed to the restaurant; it’s torture, you know. Sitting here across from you, looking into your beautiful eyes and trying to concentrate on dinner specials and a wine list and ‘would we care to order a dessert souffle now’? Who cares?!

There’s this MAN in front of me- this amazing, wonderful, incredibly sexy and absolutely unaware man who is looking into my eyes and I just can’t remember my own name right now. I reach out and touch your hand tentatively, hoping you won’t pull away. You curl your fingers around mine and the feeling- that exquisite shock- travels from my fingers to my thighs in a flash.

I think he likes me.

I fidget in my chair a bit to place the pearls of my thong exactly where I want them. They are slippery wet and I fear they might just fall apart completely, you see. But for the time being, a single pearl rests in just the right spot and as I lean forward, I gasp at the sensation.

Dinner flies by- the conversation was wonderful- enticing and flirty, more satisfying than the paltry amounts of food we managed to swallow in our distracted state. And now what? The plates have been cleared, the stupid souffle was forgotten- who needs food when we can feast on each other? But you have other plans first…

A short walk along the waterfront, you offered your arm to support me in my heels (or so you said). I know the truth- my breast is resting against your arm and I think that was your motivation all along, but who am I to deny you? We hear the strains of some jazz music from Kurtköy Escort a local bar as we make our way back to the hotel. You sweep me into your arms- your hand in the small of my bare back sending shivers down my spine and you rock me close to your body. So close that I can feel your heartbeat with the palm of my hand on your chest. I lean into your warmth and whisper into your ear, “Take me back to the room now. I need to taste you. Please.”

You step back from me and I see something in your eyes- are you shocked? Disappointed? Worse yet, are you offended at my brazen behavior? That moment was simply nerve-wracking…and you just stood there.

Mortified, I said “I’m so sorry I just thought that you…that we…”

“Oh no, I’m totally with you.” you said. “I…um…just can’t walk right now.”

Back to our hotel we rush, our impatience and arousal palatable to everyone unfortunate enough to get in our way. We wait for the elevator, which never seems to arrive.

“Stairs,” you whisper, “it’s only a few flights.”

At the base of the first floor landing you kiss me, over and over for minutes that seem to last for hours. Your hand holds the curve of my cheek and the arc of my jaw, while your lips slip to my neck. We tear apart reluctantly and I pull you to the next flight of steps…

The second floor welcomes a reversal of roles- my mouth on your lips, your neck. My hand gently flutters over the visible bulge in your pants and, encouraged by what I feel, I apply a slight pressure with my fingertips. I hear you groan and you push my back to the wall and kiss me harder, sucking and bruising with your insistence.

Only one more flight to go. We run, skipping steps in our clumsy haste. Your hand reaches for the door and I stop you for a moment. I take your hand and slip in under my dress to feel the silkiness of my thigh, the heat coming from my body, and then your fingers discover the pearls. You grin like a child with a new toy, “For me?” you ask. I blush and smile. “That is so sexy!” You tug gently on the strand and hear me gasp.

We walk to our room slowly now, building the anticipation for a few final moments. The key slips into the lock with ease and you hesitate before pushing the door open. “Are you sure about this? No doubts?”

I slip past you and stand in the dim light of the moon shining into the window. I reach up and untie the knot at the back of my neck and as predicted, my dress slips to the ground. Naked but for my sheer bra, thong and heels I stand before you. I think that answers your question.

“You’re beautiful.”

That’s all you said to me in the moments after I revealed myself to you. My hands instinctively went to cover my body, feeling suddenly shy Maltepe Escort and exposed.

“Don’t.” you whispered, walking toward me slowly. “I want to see you.”

You took my hands in yours, wrapped them around my back and locked your eyes with mine. Face to face with you, having you this close to me makes me tremble a bit. My bravado, my boldness has slipped away and I’m suddenly helpless. Sensing this, you decide to take the lead.

It begins with kisses along my collarbone, my neck, my shoulders, which make me moan and sigh in delight. My hands still pinned behind me, I’m both captive and captivated- this just feels way too nice. You stop for a brief moment and press your body against me, “Come with me.” It’s not the last time you’ll say those words to me tonight.

You guide me to the bed and position me on the very edge as you kneel before me. Gently, you lean my body back and begin to slowly explore my warmth with your fingers. You slide the pearls aside and probe softly and gently, teasing me with your light touch. I’m urging you on with my words, my hands, and my gasps of pleasure. My back is arching as I pull your head closer to me and show myself to you. There’s no shame, no shyness anymore.

Finally your lips and tongue begin to taste me, gently at first, then deeper and more urgently. The pearls are slipping back into place and in your excitement, you tear them from the lace and continue feasting on me. This is too much and for the first time that night, I cum hard, shaking and shivering while your hands hold my hips steady.

In one fluid motion, you rise and position yourself above me and you enter me roughly, filling me entirely. Your hands seek mine and our fingers lock together as you ride my body harder and faster, while biting my neck and kissing my lips. Again I feel the storm rising and I tighten around your shaft- this is the signal you wanted. You increased your speed and drive harder and harder still as I wrap my legs around your waist and spasm again. You slow your pace then- you’re not done with me yet.

Like a rag doll, you turn my body over and enter me again. There’s no finesse now- only raw and carnal need. Your hands are again on my hips as we find our rhythm- I’ve recovered from my bliss and am ready to meet your movements. I brace my feet on the floor with my legs spread wide as you fuck me with complete abandon. That’s what this is now, baby. This is fucking- pure and simple. I can feel you tensing, hear your breathing become faster- it’s time. Slowly, not breaking our rhythm, I lift one knee onto the bed and you sink even deeper inside me. I whimper and gasp as you slam harder and reach the deepest part of me. And then I feel it- the heat of your cum filling me entirely.

You collapse on me, reaching for my hands once again and we lay still for a moment until the throbbing subsides. But you are still hard, and I want more.

“Again,” I whisper to you. “More.”

“Anything you want, baby. I promise.”

To be continued…