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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.”

* * * *

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 have a secret.

Now, a secret can be a thrill, or it can be a burden. It’s a burden if you can’t tell anyone at all, you know? It’s just a weight you carry alone.

I have a secret, and I’m tired of it being more of a burden than a thrill.

Would you like to hear it? I think it would be exciting to finally tell someone!

Okay, good! Here goes.

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

My secret is, I have a lover. A lover I probably shouldn’t have. No, a lover I *definitely* shouldn’t have, and I can’t tell anyone I know!

But wait. Let me start at the beginning.

It all started at my best friend Kate’s 18th birthday party. It was a pretty wild party, with lots to drink. As the night was winding down, Kate started getting all emotional, and not in a good way. She asked me to stay the night with her, so after everyone else left, we went up to her room.

I was pretty drunk too, but nothing like Kate. She was getting weepy and weird.

To make it even worse, we could hear her parents fighting in the other room. Or, to be more precise, we could hear her mom yelling at her dad. It was horrible. She was screaming at him, telling him how he was no kind of man at all. She called him names, and it was pretty clear they were having trouble in the bedroom. She was yelling how he used to at least be good for a fuck, and now Mr Limp-Dick wasn’t even good for that. I was so embarrassed to be hearing their fight, and poor Kate was just sobbing on the bed. Finally, we heard her mom say she was going to go get some real dick, and then the door slammed, and the house was quiet.

Kate couldn’t stop crying, and she was trying to talk, but she was blubbering and all I understood was that her parents have been fighting a lot, and she was scared they’d split up. I couldn’t believe they were fighting like this on her birthday! She was sobbing so hard, snot was running down her face, and drool was dripping down her chin. She’s usually such a beautiful girl, but she just looked wrecked. It broke my heart, and I tried to calm her down and get her into bed.

I guess her dad heard her and figured out what she was crying about, because he knocked on her door. He poked his head in, and had barely gotten three words out before Kate said she was gonna be sick, and bolted for the bathroom.

Her dad and I helped get her cleaned up. We got soaked showering her off, but eventually Kate was clean and tooth-brushed and mouth-washed, propped up on pillows in her bed.

Now, you should know, I have been friends with Kate since we were little, and it seems like I’ve spent about as much time at her house as I have at mine. Her parents are almost like my parents, except older. And nicer, in the case of her dad, at least. He is one of the sweetest people I ever met, and I always kinda wished he was my dad. Her mom has never been mean, exactly – at least, not to me – but she’s kind of prickly, I guess. Not a teddy bear like her dad. It really upset me to hear her yelling at him that way. I’d never heard her act like that. It’s like she went off the deep end.

Anyway, Kate’s dad was apologizing to both of us, and his poor face was so sad and ashamed.

“I’m sorry you had to hear all that. I’m sure it was awful. I mean, who wants to hear about their Dad’s ED, right?? Sorry, honey.”

That’s another endearing thing about Kate’s father. He is embarrassingly frank about everything.

Anyway, he went on downstairs and I got Kate tucked in. I took off my damp clothes and crawled in beside her. She rolled over, draping herself over me.

“I love you,” she said into my neck, her breath warm. “Thank you for taking care of me when my parents suck.”

And then she started kissing my neck.

“What are you doing, Kate?” I asked, giggling a little because it tickled.

Then she kissed my mouth. And I kissed her back.

“Don’t you think you should sleep?” I managed, when we eventually broke the kiss. I was breathing fast.

“Noooooooooo, Calista” she whined softly. “I want us to make love. For my birthday!” she added, almost as an afterthought. Her whining can be annoying, but tonight it was sweet.

I responded by pushing her gently over onto her back, propping myself on an elbow, and Bostancı Escort leaning down to kiss her.

“Are you sure?” I asked softly.

“Please? For my birthday? I need you to love me.”

“Ohhh, my Katie-cat, you know I love you.”

I kissed her again, and peeled her nighty up over her head.

My hand slid down her smooth tummy and I kissed her. I kissed her mouth, then her neck, and then I moved down to suckle her breasts. Such pretty, full breasts, much bigger than mine, with tiny pink nipples. She moaned and my hand moved between her legs.

And at some point, while I was sucking her nipples and fingering her, she fell asleep. I didn’t realize it until her breathing changed, and she started snoring quietly.

Oh well. So much for that!

Wait a minute – you didn’t think Kate was my secret lover, did you? Sorry! Nonono. I wouldn’t need to keep that a secret, would I? No, Kate isn’t who this story is about at all. But I’ll get to that, soon enough.

With Kate finally passed out, I tried to sleep, but I was a little restless. And thirsty. So I headed downstairs to find something to drink.

I jumped when a voice from the semi-darkness said “Calista! What are you still doing up?”

“Oh my god! Mr. E! You scared me!” I scrambled to grab a throw from the chair to cover myself.

Kate’s dad apologised for scaring me, and said he was just sitting and thinking because he couldn’t sleep.

“Me neither. I was just gonna get some tea. Want some?”

When I finished in the kitchen, I took the tea back out and sat on the other end of the sofa. I was glad for Mr. E’s company, but I felt a little self-conscious and pulled the throw closer around me. Like I said, he was almost like my own dad, and he’s occasionally seen me without clothes through the years, but I still felt hyper-aware that I was sitting on the couch with him, alone and naked, more or less.

“Sorry, my clothes are still wet,” I said.

“Don’t worry about it, honey,” he said kindly. “I’m just sorry about earlier. I guess we ruined Kate’s birthday…”

“She’ll be okay. She’s asleep now, but she’s worried about you and Mrs. E. She’s afraid you’ll split up.”

He laughed softly, a terribly sad sound. I felt my heart break a little for him.

“Well, we probably should have divorced years ago, but we never will. And now that I have this… problem,” he said, “she’s more unhappy than ever. But the fact is, we’ll never split up. Despite the troubles we have, neither of us want that.”

That just seemed weird to me, and I said so. We talked for quite a while as we drank our tea. My curiosity grew about his “problem,” as he put it. I finally got up the nerve to ask about it.

“So, what exactly happens? I mean, does it just not get hard, or can’t you feel it, or what? Is it that you don’t feel… excited? Or things just don’t happen even though you’re excited? I hear about erectile dysfunction all over the place, but I don’t know what it means, really…”

Mr. E, true to his unfiltered self, said, “Yeah, well, I just don’t get hard like I used to, even if I am turned on. And when I do get aroused, it isn’t like it used to be. Not as hard, or as big. And it doesn’t last.”

I had asked, and I was curious, to be sure, but I felt my face flush, just the same. Good ol’ Mr. E!

“I’m sorry, Mr. E. I bet that is hard. Errrrrr, frustrating!!” I added, embarrassed at my faux pas. Wanting to move on, I continued, “Isn’t there medicine to help with that?”

He told me how there was medicine, yes. And his doc said nothing else was wrong with him, so the medicine would probably help.

“But I’ll tell you,” he said, suddenly upset, “I don’t want to take the medicine. Not for her!” For the first time, he sounded more angry than sad. “She’s made me feel so bad about this, like it’s something I am doing to her, rather than something that is happening to me, or to us!”

“Why?” I blurted. “I don’t understand.”

We sat in silence for a moment before he continued, “I’m sorry sweetie, I shouldn’t be saying this stuff to you, but…” He fell silent again, and I thought he had decided not to talk after all, but then he confessed, “…when I started having trouble with Kadıköy Escort E.D. Rosa wasn’t very supportive. She just made fun of me and ridiculed me. She said I was only doing it so I wouldn’t have to have sex with her anymore. That hurt, but it also made me mad. And it just drove a huge wedge between us when it comes to sex. Instead of us, it’s her against me. I don’t think we’ll ever get past it, unless she stops blaming me and tries to help me.”

He breathed a heavy sigh, and this time he didn’t break the thread of silence that stretched out between us.

I found myself angry on his behalf, and I said so. “Why don’t you leave, if she doesn’t care about you anyway?” I asked, all naive righteousness. “Kick her ass out!”

Even as I said it, I knew Kate would hate me for suggesting such a thing. She was their only child, born late in their marriage, and she loved both her parents enormously.

Mr. E said it was too complicated to explain. He said he understood my anger, but at his point in life, he had to consider a lot of things besides his sexual happiness. He had to consider Kate, above all else.

“Isn’t there anything you can do??” I asked.

He chuckled softly. “Well, I can still masturbate,” he said sheepishly. “That works well enough, even if I’m not all the way hard.”

“That’s not fair!” I said, indignant and embarrassed. “She’s out with some man right now, isn’t she??”

“Yeah, but it’s OK, Calista. She’ll be back tomorrow. And she’s a good mom…”

I don’t know what came over me – maybe the alcohol, maybe the fact that I was still a bit aroused from kissing Kate, maybe just caring for Mr. E – but I suddenly said, “What about me? What about me, Mr. E?”

He looked totally confused. “What do you mean, Calista? What about you? This doesn’t have anything to do with you? That’s not why she’s gone, you know…”

Embarrassed, I realized he had no idea what I was getting at.

“Nono, but, but… maybe I could help, Mr E? I mean, with your, umm, problem? What if I could help? No one would have to know.”

The usually unflappable Mr. E turned red enough that, even in the dim light, I could see it.

“Oh! Well, honey, that’s… you know, I… that’s really sweet, but, you know… we can’t…”

In a surge of boldness, I moved to the floor and nestled between his legs. I let the throw drop to the floor and knelt there naked, my heart pounding.

“Please let me try!” I pleaded, and not waiting for an answer, I tugged down the elastic of his PJ bottoms and took his cock in my hand. Even soft, it didn’t look that small to me. “Let me make you feel good,” I whispered, and took him in my mouth.

He let out a shuddering sigh and moaned, “No, sweetie, you shouldn’t…” He didn’t try to stop me, though, and soon I felt his gentle but strong hand stroking my thick black hair.

In my mind, I was a storm of emotions. The forbidden nature of it, the risk of it, and the strange intimacy of it were all powerful triggers, exciting and arousing me.

After sucking for a while, another emotion creeped in. I felt a little disappointed that he wasn’t getting really hard. I don’t know what I felt, exactly. I wasn’t mad or disappointed with him, at all. I think it was just ego. Somewhere inside I thought, surely a hot teen can get him up! Maybe I’m not that hot, or not that good…

My thoughts were interrupted by Mr. E’s voice. “Don’t worry about it, Calista. It never gets all the way hard any more…”

I looked up at him, embarrassed at the idea my thoughts might be so transparent to him. “I’m sorry. I thought I could… well, you know. Stupid of me. Do you want me to stop?”

“That’s up to you, sweetie. It feels amazing, and…” he hesitated, seeming reluctant to say what he said next. “…and you look incredibly sexy! But if the goal is just to make me hard, I don’t think it’s gonna work, honey.”

I thought for a second, and said, “But, it feels good, though?” He nodded enthusiastically. “Well, I like making you feel good,” I smiled, and then started sucking him again.

When I stopped worrying about making him hard, and just focused on his obvious pleasure, I found I loved the sensations! He was so vulnerable, yet Göztepe Escort so kind and dignified, and somehow sexy. Like I said, his cock was pretty big, even when it was only partly hard, and it had a firm, spongy feel. It wasn’t totally soft all the time, and I kind of experimented with ways to suck and jerk him. Don’t ask how a teen found an unremarkable 60-year-old with a semi-flaccid cock sexy, but I did. Maybe it was just because I already liked him and I find him to be a sweet man. It made me wet to be kneeling between his legs, sucking him, enjoying his responses. I just loved making him feel good!

Suddenly, I felt him get a bit harder in my mouth, and he moaned, “Oh my god, Calista, you’re gonna make me cum!!” And he did cum! He flooded my mouth with hot, thick semen. I’d had a couple of boyfriends since turning 18, but I’d never sucked either of them til they came. Some of my friends told me it was gross, so I avoided it. Besides, neither of them could wait to get to my pussy, anyway! But I happily sucked every drop from Mr. E, and swallowed it all. It hardly had any taste at all, and I wondered why my friends made a big deal out of it. I was so excited I could have cum from the slightest stimulation, myself!

I felt a stab of meanness toward Mrs. E, too. In my mind I was thinking, “Bet you couldn’t do THAT, you selfish bitch!” And then I immediately felt guilty for thinking it.

Anyway, that was the start of it. That’s how I got my secret lover. It’s been going on for quite a while now, too. The first couple of months, we got together occasionally, and I would suck him off, and that was it. I always initiated it. And to be honest, sometimes he didn’t cum or anything. I’d just suck him a while, and then he’d say that was enough for now. At first, I felt like I was letting him down, but he was always so happy that it stopped bothering me.

Then, one day, he asked if he couldn’t do something for me too. He thought it was unfair for him to get all the pleasure. I told him I didn’t mind, and it was true. I would have kept doing it as long as he wanted, without needing anything in return. But he said he’d really like it if he could “do me” for a change, so I let him.

And OMG! He used his hands and his mouth, and he made me feel absolutely worshipped! And my god, did he make me cum, over and over! None of my boyfriends have ever made me orgasm. It was amazing, and it made me love pleasing him even more. Then one day he surprised me by bringing home some “magic pills,” as he called them. And they worked pretty damned well! Finally, we could actually fuck if we wanted. He was the same kind of lover with his big cock as he was with his hands and mouth – attentive, loving, considerate, even worshipful! Funny thing, though – we ended up not using the pills very much. We both liked sex without them just as much as with them.

Kate’s Dad and I have been doing this for a few years now. We meet whenever we can, but we keep everything a secret. No phone calls or texts, ever. We just arrange things when I’m visiting Kate, just to avoid a trail. Like I said, there is no one we could possibly tell. Kate would hate me if I broke up her parents, understandably, and she’d probably just feel weird about me doing her Dad. Speaking of Kate, she and I hook up occasionally, too. Mr E knows and doesn’t mind. I’ve also had two boyfriends since we started this. They’ve both known about Kate and I playing together occasionally, and that doesn’t bother them, My relationship with Mr. E is the only thing I kept from either of them. So, the secret weighs on me.

Now, I have to admit there are times when the secret, taboo aspect of our relationship isn’t a burden at all! I’m not gonna lie – one time, I sucked off Mr. E, and then went right upstairs and made love with Kate! I felt so naughty! Kissing her with the taste of her dad’s cum in my mouth had my heart pounding! And there have been a few other times, too – close calls, or certain situations like when I’ve slipped away from my boyfriend to be with Mr. E – where it is just a thrill! So, it wouldn’t be fair to say having a secret always sucks. It’s just hard.

You may think I’m awful, or some kind of slut, but I don’t really care about that. You may even be right, but I’m fine with it, as long as no one gets hurt. I’m very up front about everything except this one thing, my one secret, and I’m very careful about it. My secret lover.

Anyway, now you know! I’m sure you won’t tell, though…

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.

Martin removed his cap with the same grace and panache that he had seen his colleagues use dozens of times already. The girls in front of him screamed.

He had already taken off his jacket to rapturous reception at the start of the song; had torn open his shirt, which now lay on the floor, to display his shiny, muscular torso, the skin stretched smooth and taught.

A male strip show was completely different from watching a female stripper. When lads watch a woman strip, they just stare and slabber. All they want is to see a woman’s tits, and if they’re lucky, her bush, but generally, once a female stripper has discarded her slip and bared her fanny, she makes a quick exit from the stage.

With girls it is different: they want a show; they want entertainment; and Martin and his colleagues provide them with just that. Their show is a more interactive performance.

Martin looked at the girl sitting on the chair in front of him, her eyes staring at him with a mixture of fright and eager anticipation. He took another step towards her and tore off his white trousers, which parted along the Velcro seam to be swept away in one swift movement, leaving him standing there wearing nothing but a thong.

The girl was celebrating her hen night with her friends. This was her last night of freedom before she married in the morning. Martin smiled at her, determining to make her last night a memorable one.

She was not a particularly good looking girl, but not ugly either. She seemed shy and naive. Martin took her hand and guided up towards his cock. She shrieked as her fingers touched his massive organ, but her protest was drowned by the cries from her friends and the other girls in the audience, encouraging her to ‘rip it off’.

Martin nodded at her to proceed, and helped her hook her fingers into the little strap of his thong. Without waiting to see whether she would have the courage to pull off his last remaining scrap of clothing, he stepped back. The thong tore in its pre-determined places, leaving it lying limply in her hands, and leaving him totally naked.

But hanging limply was the last description that could apply to Martin. Stepping towards her again, he took her hand once again and placed it on his growing shaft. She tried to pull away, but the desire in her eyes was stronger, and after the initial resistance, allowed him to guide her hand onto his erection. This was what his cap was for. With his other hand he held the cap in front of his cock, partly hiding it from view of the other girls, offering this pleasure to the bride to be alone.

She smiled nervously as she began stroking his shaft, and then he used his free hand to guide her head forward.

“Oh no: not that.”

He could read the words on her lips, even if he could not hear her above the music and the calls of encouragement from the other girls, but he knew that she wanted to. Pushing her on, he allowed her to kiss the tip of his now fully erect shaft. This was what girls expected from a male strip show.

Martin judged that it was time to allow the other girls to see what he had. With a flourish he threw his cap into the audience, and exposed himself to the lustrous stares of dozens of young, wild and drunk women.

Now it was time to see just how wild the girl on the stool in front of him really was. With both hands now free, he stroked over her soft blonde hair, down her neck and onto her shoulders. Then, with a swift movement befitting his profession, her slipped the shoulder-straps of her dress off her shoulders and pulled her dress down to expose her tits.

His inexperience showed itself. The girl was happy to let him thrust his cock into her face, but as soon as he started touching her, she had had enough. His colleagues had warned him that some girls were prepared to do more than others. It was just bad luck that his first client should be so uncooperative. The girl pushed him away and covered her breasts with her hands.

Gallantly Martin took a step back, lifted the girl’s hand one more time to give it a gentlemanly kiss, gave his audience a bow, and retired backstage.

The girls screamed and whistled for his return, but his show was over for tonight. It was time for one of his colleagues to take over, dressed as a fireman. Another girl would occupy the hot seat – someone celebrating their twenty-first birthday, or something similar.

Paul led Martin back to the curtain, where he could watch his more experienced colleague, and learn what he did right and wrong.

—

Martin Ladbroke had been obsessed with body-building from an early age, after seeing a sword-and-sorcery film in which the muscle-packed hero paraded around in a loin-cloth, and compared the image to that of his couch-potato father stuffing his face with a jumbo packet of potato-chips. He wished for a set of weights for his next birthday, and began training with an iron discipline.

At the age of sixteen he joined a gym, and began to get professional guidance for his training programme.

Now, at the age of twenty-one, İstanbul Escort he was a fine figure of a man, his biceps bulging under the tight sleeves of his t-shirt; his chest broad enough to fill a doorway when he walked through; his thighs pulsating with the power hidden under his skin.

His job as a security guard was easy, and left him plenty of time for perfecting his body, but did not pay well. One evening, just after his twenty-first birthday, the owner of the gym where Martin worked-out approached him and asked him if he wanted to earn some good money on the side. When Paul explained what the job involved, Martin was very sceptical. Despite his pride in his body, he did not think that he could strip in front of crowds of girls. But as soon as he saw what took place in the clubs where Paul’s strippers were hired to perform, he became interested. He watched the other strippers and trained with them, learning their trade, until this memorable night when he was ready to give his first performance.

“You did real good. You just have to be a bit more careful before you start taking the show any further. Look at Carl: his girl is completely different – she’s game for anything.”

The red-head on the stool was clearly more mature and self-confident than the bride-to-be for whom Martin had stripped. She was swallowing Carl’s erect cock with greed, and was clearly quite happy when her pulled her t-shirt down to reveal her gorgeously firm tits. Pulling his shaft from her mouth he rubbed it against her bare nipples, teasing them to erection, while she rubbed his erection with her hand, pumping furiously, wanting to see a result.

“Your girl was too frigid. You give them a bit of fun, let them kiss your dick, and then leave it. You’ll have plenty of opportunities to find a hot one like her out there.”

He looked again at the climax to Carl’s performance. The girl’s tits were slapping furiously against his cock as she rubbed her hand up and down across his shaft. This was a totally uninhibited performance, and as she felt Carl reach his peak, she sank her lips onto him once again, and took his orgasm in her mouth.

Carl waited until his climax abated, withdrew his hot penis, covering it with his helmet, and gave the girl a kiss on the mouth, before taking his bow and making his retreat.

That was what Martin wanted. And he would get paid for it too.

—

Two days after his first professional strip, Martin was back in the gym, lifting weights on the bench.

Unlike some of the young guys who visit the gym with the prime intention of staring at the fit young ladies, Martin was dedicated to his fitness programme, and therefore did not notice the young woman with the jet black hair approach the bench beside him. She however noticed him, and recognised him. She had seen those muscular biceps before, glistening with oil rather than sweat. She had seen that broad chest before, which was now stretched taut as he lowered the weight, taking the entire load on his muscles. She had seen what was lying hidden beneath those black trunks which Martin was wearing: she had seen it all two days previously while she had been sitting whistling in the audience, wishing herself to have been in the place of her friend Judy, who was sitting in the chair in front of Martin. She would not have pulled away, embarrassed.

Rebecca watched as Martin put the weight to rest, and sat up to wipe the sweat from his body with a towel.

“Hi.”

It was not much of a greeting, but she didn’t know what else to say to him. The smile in his eyes indicated that he appreciated her approach.

“My name’s Rebecca. I’m new here.”

He studied her body. She was certainly no stranger to fitness clubs – she was slim, but well trained, showing not an ounce of fat under her tight black leotard, with its high-cut hip and low-cut neckline indicating that she was quite proud of her results. Her firm breasts seemed to strain inside the tight confines of the elastic material.

“Martin. I was just about to head over to the bikes.”

“Mind if I join you?”

“My pleasure.”

He watched the gorgeous curves of her arse as she walked in front of him towards the exercise bikes. They spent a good twenty minutes ‘riding’ next to each other, and then Martin asked her a question.

“D’you like, fancy going for a drink afterwards?”

That was the question Rebecca had been waiting for from the moment she had recognised him.

“Yeah: I’d like that.”

After getting showered and changed, they met up in the cafe which belonged to the gym. Her dark hair was still wet, but made her look even more sexy than before, despite the baggy training suit she was wearing.

They immediately agreed to extend the drink to dinner, which led to a few drinks afterwards, and then he drove her back to her apartment.

“Won’t you come in for a last drink?”

He followed her upstairs and watched as she poured a Southern Comfort.

“I think I’ve had enough to drink. I still have to drive home remember.”

“Not Anadolu Yakası Escort tonight though.”

Rebecca opened the back of her dress and allowed it to fall to the floor. Martin took hold of her in his strong arms and carried her into her bedroom, where he dropped her on the bed.

“Won’t you strip for me?”

He paused, shocked.

“You know?”

She smiled, wetting her finger with her tongue and then sliding it down over her body, across her nipples, teasing them to erection, over her belly, and into the softness still hidden by her underwear. Her other hand reached out and switched on the CD player by her bed.

Martin began his routine, opening his shirt. She wanted a private strip, he would oblige.

Rebecca sat up in bed as he pulled his trousers down, and then she reached out to assist him in removing his shorts. His cock was already fully grown, and she didn’t hesitate to take it in her mouth.

Martin pushed her down onto the bed, climbing on top of her and kissing her, licking her body, and tasting the sweetness of her breasts. Then he tore off her underwear. His tongue shot inside her. She was already wet and ready, and his tongue tasted the honey-sweet juices of her love. But she wanted to feel something else inside her. He felt her strength as she lifted his body up over her again, and allowed his massive cock to penetrate her. His shaft filled her with its length and thickness, touching every sensitive inch of her desire, as he began pumping inside her. His strong hands gripped her breasts, squeezing her painfully, but it was a good pain, exciting her until he came, filling her with his cum.

Rebecca felt his weight as he collapsed on top of her. He had fulfilled her expectations.

Some moments later he had recovered his breath.

“So tell me Rebecca: how do you know what I do?”

She smiled knowingly.

“Stripping? I saw you a couple of days ago. It was my best friend’s hen night.”

Martin blushed slightly.

“She was really quite pissed off when you grabbed her tits.”

“Sorry.”

“Don’t be. But if you want to play with some tits, you can have mine anytime you want.”

She had been intending to just fuck him, her dreams having been tormented by his impressive build since she had first seen him naked, but after spending the evening with him, she had actually grown to like him. Her intended one-night-stand looked like turning into a relationship.

The following weekend Martin had another performance. This was a private party, and he was the only stripper booked. It was just him and Paul.

The women were waiting. Paul and Martin looked through the door into the room where the girls were drinking. He took a look at the face of the sexy, if somewhat mature looking lady in the centre of the party, trying to determine just how far she would be prepared to allow the show to go.

Shit: that was Annie Fisher, his mother’s next door neighbour.

Martin had been impressed by Annie Fisher since she had first moved next door, when he had been an impressionable fourteen-year old. She had been in her early thirties then, so he guessed her to be about forty now. Damn: she looked good for her age. Her loose dress with its deep neckline covered precious little of her tits. He remembered having seen those tits from a distance some five years ago, when she had been sunbathing topless on her patio. He had spotted her out of his bedroom window, and had immediately dropped his pants and started winking himself to the gorgeous sight below. When he had finished, he had the distinct impression that she was looking at him, but she never said anything, and he had never been certain whether she had seen him or not.

Well, she would see him now if he went out there and started his strip. He couldn’t do it: not in front of his mother’s neighbour.

“Go on Martin: what are you waiting for?”

“I can’t. I know her.”

“So? What difference does that make?”

“It’ll be embarrassing for her to find out what I do.”

“It’ll be just as embarrassing for her to have you find out where she gets her kicks. She isn’t here to look at the New York friggin’ Ballet. Get out there and give her what she came for.”

Okay Annie: whatever had happened five years ago, this was a professional arrangement. He gave the signal that he was ready to start.

Paul went into the room first, and instructed the DJ to put the appropriate music on. Then he took Annie Fisher into the middle of the room, and sat her on the stool.

“Annie Fisher: your friends have told me that it is your birthday today. They wouldn’t tell me how old you are, but I guess you can’t be a day over thirty.”

Everyone laughed, although Martin thought she looked like Paul’s compliment could be true, even if he knew better.

“And your friends have clubbed together to buy you a present to unwrap.”

That was Martin’s cue. He opened the door and danced into the room, wearing his tuxedo. She was going to have a night with James Bond.

The delight on Üsküdar Escort Annie’s face turned to doubt, and then wicked recognition as she saw who was actually going to strip for her.

He opened his jacket, pulled it off, and draped it over her.

“Hi Martin. Nice to see you again.”

Her voice was so low that only he could hear her.

“Hello Mrs. Fisher.”

“Call me Annie.”

He indicated for her to open the buttons of his shirt. Her hands were full of confidence as they stroked over his bared chest.

“I’ve been wanting to do that for some time.”

Martin pulled his shirt off, and then leaned forward, teasing her with his lips just in front of her face. She reached down to his trousers, her touch having the desired effect on his erection.

“So, just how naughty are we going to get tonight Martin?”

“That is usually decided by the client, Annie.”

He looked down into the depths of her dress, the curves of her breasts clearly showing that she was not wearing a bra. Her hands continued stroking his cock, encouraging his erection to grow further. Then her fingers began to open the buttons of his trousers.

Martin stepped back and pulled his trousers off in the well practiced movement. His cock was straining inside his thong. Once again he approached Annie, the greed on her face showing her desire. He put his face towards hers, and allowed his lips to touch hers. Her mouth parted to allow his tongue inside, while her hands returned to his cock. Not waiting for him, she tore the thong from him, baring his glory.

The women around him cheered. He hoped there was no one else in the crowd who knew him.

Annie took his shaft in her hands, and guided it towards her mouth.

“And I’ve been wanting to do that ever since I saw you in your bedroom, after you watched me sunbathing.”

So she had seen him.

Her mouth closed on his cock and began to suck.

Well: if she was taking such liberties with him… Martin reached down and put his hands on her shoulders. Without encountering any objection, he slipped the dress off her shoulders, baring her breasts. He had seen those tits in her garden some years ago. Now he wanted to feel them. His hands closed on the soft flesh, his fingers teasing the hard nipples, while she pumped his cock with desperate vigour.

He felt the juices build up inside him. Well, if she wanted to make him come, then he was going to oblige. Her lips were soft, her mouth wet. He was about to make it a lot wetter.

But Annie did not let him get that far. She pulled her mouth away and smiled at him, giving his cock one last gentle kiss. Martin guessed the show was over, and covered his erect cock with his jacket.

The audience cheered their appreciation, but before Martin could withdraw, Annie pulled him towards her.

“Meet me outside in ten minutes. I want to talk to you.”

What did she want now? He smiled at her and left the room.

Martin changed into his regular clothes and went outside, where he saw Annie waiting for him with a cigarette in her mouth.

“Hi. You want one?”

“No thanks.”

“So how long have you been doing this?”

“The job? Not long.”

“Your mother know about it?”

“Of course not. Are you going to tell her?”

“Why should I?”

“I don’t know. You seemed to enjoy yourself.”

“Call it revenge for you spying on me in my garden.”

“You know about that?”

Of course she knew about it.

“I wasn’t spying on you. I just looked out of my window. I could hardly miss you lying there.”

“It doesn’t mean you had to start wanking though.”

He blushed again.

“Hey: it’s okay: you were a young boy. It was only natural.”

“Well – you’re looking extremely good.”

“You enjoyed yourself too.”

“Yes thanks.”

“It wasn’t meant as a question. You want to enjoy yourself some more?”

“What do you mean?”

“You sounded worried about your mother finding out what you do?”

“Dead right.”

“She doesn’t have to find out…”

“If?”

“If you let me finish off what we started in there.”

The strap of her dress began to slip from her shoulder, as if indicating the delights she could promise him.

“You want me to make love to you?”

“Yeah. You have your own apartment?”

“Yes.”

“Then take me there when the party’s over.”

“I have a girlfriend.”

“And I have a husband. Who cares? I just want you to fuck me. That’s what I’ve wanted ever since I saw you. You think I went sunbathing topless just because I wanted to? I knew you would be there. Why do you think I came round that evening when your parents were away? You poor boy, were so naive that I couldn’t take advantage of you. But now…”

The strap slipped completely off her breast, exposing her once more. Martin grabbed her and kissed her, kneading her breast in his hand as his tongue explored her mouth.

“Slow down big boy. At your place, later.”

—

He was glad that Rebecca was not going to visit him that evening, as he led Annie up to his apartment. He apologised for the mess.

“Oh don’t worry about that: just lead me to your bedroom.”

The bed was unmade from the morning, but Annie didn’t worry about that either. She instructed him to get undressed and lie on the bed.

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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.”

“Which one is yours?”

The question — and the voice that asked it — startled him. He was pretty deep in thought, mulling over an argument with his wife that they’d had the night before. He turned to face her, but she pointed back at the playground and smiled. “Which kid is yours?”

He was a little taken aback and didn’t answer right away.

“One of them is yours, right? I hope you’re not just sitting at a playground watching random kids. That’d be creepy.” She spoke with the confidence of one who knew he would eventually catch on and who delighted in the discomfort she was causing him.

“All four of them, actually,” he finally replied. “My wife said she had an urgent work thing on a Saturday morning, so here we are.”

“Vague urgent work thing? Sounds fishy,” she said with a playful smile. He only glanced at her now and then — he was trying to keep his eyes on his kids. Until the Home Owner’s Association finally got around to putting a fence around the playground, he couldn’t take his eyes off them for more than a few seconds.

“She never lies to me — I have no reason to question her,” he replied with half a smile. He let his comment linger and waited. He didn’t know what her game was, but he was willing to wait and see. Her move. She stayed about five paces away from him, to the right and a little behind where he stood. Close enough that she was in his peripheral vision, though just barely. She was positioned in a way that kept her mostly hidden from the playground. Completely hidden if the shadows were just right.

After a minute or two of silence, during which he forced himself not to look her way, she spoke again. “So… you don’t know me, but…” He turned and gave her a questioning look. She seemed almost flustered, hands shoved in her pockets. “I mean… we’re strangers and all, but I’ve seen you around the neighborhood. You’ve probably seen me out here with my kids — you just don’t remember.”

He took a moment to look her over. Tight t-shirt partially concealed with an unzipped hoodie. Tight blue jeans. Sandals showing off freshly painted nails. Wavy brown hair swept up in a way that showed off her elegant neck. Healthy curves, top and bottom. When his eyes returned to her face, he saw a smug little smile that told him she knew he had been checking her out.

When was the last time his wife had taken such care to look sexy?

“Anyway,” she went on, feeling a little more confident after seeing she had his attention, “my husband promised me anything I wanted for my birthday. A fantasy fulfillment of my choosing.” She took a step closer to him and looked down at the ground. Her voice lowered. “I told him that I wanted one time — a freebie — with a stranger.”

“Why did you ask for that?” he said nervously, ready to back up if she got too close.

“Doesn’t matter, does it?”

He shrugged. “Probably matters to your husband.”

“Well, that’s between me and him,” she shot back.

“And what did your husband say?”

She smirked. “He wasn’t too happy. Didn’t even let me explain.” She paused and took a deep breath before continuing. “But he knows I love him. He’ll come around.” She took a few steps backwards while maintaining eye contact with him. “And when he does, maybe I’ll see you around here again.”

He let the weight of that not-so-subtle suggestion sink in. She smiled coyly as the implications registered. Then she nodded towards the playground. “Better check on your kids… stranger.” As he turned to make sure all three of the older kids were still in sight and still mobile and the youngest still asleep in the stroller, she turned and jogged to the sidewalk, disappearing around the corner.

His eyes remained on the kids, but his thoughts wandered far afield until his stomach urged him to call everyone back to the house. He got a text from his wife. Back in a bit. Bringing lunch home with me.

*******

“Sorry to rush out like that,” his wife apologized as she pulled food out of boxes and bags and set it on the table.

“No problem,” he said pensively, leaning against the kitchen counter and watching his wife move around. Her hair was pulled into a hurried ponytail, and she wore a light sweater than still managed to look frumpy. “Sounded pretty urgent.”

“Yep,” she replied. “Definitely was.” The tension over their argument from the previous night was still present, but slightly dissipated. She was at least talking to him again. “You and the kids have a good time?” she asked.

“Yeah,” he answered, trying to get a look at his wife’s face. Trying to see what she might be thinking. “We went to the playground for a while.”

“That’s nice,” she said, handing him a sandwich. “They need to get out more, especially when the weather’s nice.” And with that, the conversation was over.

That night, as he lay next to her in the dark, he listened to the steady breathing that told him she was asleep. He had hoped that her friendlier behavior that day had been hinting at an openness to intimacy, but by the time Maltepe Escort he had gotten the last kid to bed, he arrived at his own bedroom to find his wife under the covers and unresponsive. He lay on his back an looked up at the stars visible through the skylight in their bedroom.

He realized that, despite their six years together, the woman next to him was still a mystery. Not that he didn’t know her at all, quite the opposite, in fact. But especially now that the kids and jobs kept them so busy, it was so hard to feel like they were growing together instead of living parallel lives. He longed to roll over, spoon up behind her, and tease her awake. They used to do that — sometimes. But age and familiarity had stolen most of the playfulness and excitement out of their bedroom.

More often than not, during the past year or two sex had become a chore — something they did because they were supposed to, because it was bad if you were married and didn’t have sex. She accommodated his appetite when schedules and energy levels and kids’ sleep schedules allowed. But what man wants to feel like his wife is having sex out of duty? Smiling out of duty. Kissing because she should. Reaching around and touching his bare back because that’s what she’s supposed to do when he’s on top of her. Waiting patiently for him to finish. Planning their grocery shopping while he is inside her.

He had even, on a couple of occasions, faked an orgasm because he didn’t want her to feel like she was inadequate or undesirable. But honestly, watching her stifle a yawn while he was fully inside her really didn’t make him feel desired. And not being sexually desired by his own wife… it was like a wet blanket, not only on his libido but also on his self-esteem.

He wondered, perhaps for the first time, what she was feeling in the midst of all this. Did she care that sex had become an afterthought in their marriage? Did she know or care that he needed more than civility, bagged lunches, and an occasional hug to feel like he mattered to her? Did he matter? Or were they on a path of accepting the status quo, because it was easier than the alternatives?

His last thoughts before he drifted off to sleep were that maybe he could understand why someone would ask for a freebie — for one time with a stranger. Just to feel alive again.

*******

Life continued at its usual pace: school, work, playtime, dinner, housework, and so on. His wife had a busy week at the office, and his job required a few extra hours near the end of the week. By the time Friday night rolled around, he had barely seen his wife except in passing. She promised things would slow down soon, and he knew she meant it when she said that. But still…

“Hun?” he asked softly into the darkness that night.

“Hm?” she responded sleepily.

“Maybe we should do something together tomorrow. Like a picnic or a hike or something. The weather’s good enough.”

“Hm. Maybe,” was all she replied before sleep overtook her.

*******

The next morning, he awoke to find a note in the kitchen: Had to run in to the office for a few hours. Let me know if you make any plans for later. Can join you after lunch, maybe.

He rolled his eyes. He was a patient man. But he was still just a man.

*******

“I wondered if I’d find you here today.” He almost jumped when her voice over his shoulder startled him. How was she able to just sneak up on him like that? “By yourself again?”

“Just for the morning, I think,” he answered, not turning around. Watching the kids at play on the swings and slides gave him reason to not look at her.

“How do you feel about that — about being left alone again?” she asked, hinting at something.

“I’m happy to support her. I value her work,” he answered truthfully.

“I’m sure you do,” she said, her voice sounding like a smile. “But that’s not what I asked. I asked how you feel.”

For a whole minute, maybe two, he didn’t say anything. He thought about her question. He weighed the idea of sticking to his original answer. Then, with a small sigh, he confessed, “A little lonely. You can’t coast in a marriage. Sooner or later you lose all momentum.” Then, trying to shift the topic, he half-turned her direction and asked somewhat accusingly, “Is there a reason you’re staying out of sight?” The confidence in his tone petered out as he got a look at her. With the temperature slightly warmer than the previous week, she had doffed the hoodie, leaving her chest prominently displayed by a tight t-shirt with a low neckline. A simple braid of hair trailed over her shoulder and rested just above her cleavage, drawing even more attention to her assets.

“If your kids saw me,” she answered, nodding their direction, “they might ask questions.”

He nodded in agreement.

“I thought about you this week,” she said. “I wondered what you were thinking. What you thought of me. If you thought of me.” When he didn’t reply, she asked, “Did you think of me?” A slight quiver in her Ümraniye Escort voice betrayed vulnerability.

He allowed a slight chuckle. “Yeah. Yeah, I thought of you.”

She giggled. It was musical. “Good.”

They stood in silence watching the children. The morning had been cool, but now the arc of the sun brought it just over the treeline and he basked gratefully in the warmth of its rays. He almost forgot she was there.

“My birthday is in two weeks,” she stated.

“Hm,” he replied. He turned to ask a question, only to find that she had already made her discreet exit. He shook his head and thought, Each woman is a profound mystery.

He texted his wife, asking if she thought they could do a trip to the park that afternoon. He could make some sandwiches, bring a kite…

Feeling a little under the weather, she replied a few minutes later. Another time.

*******

The next morning he awoke to the feeling of a hand on his crotch. His wife was nuzzled up next to him, lazily rubbing his member to a state of stiffness. Once that was accomplished (and it hadn’t taken long), she tugged his boxers down, rolled a condom over his cock, and lazily climbed on top of him. Leaning on one arm, she used her free hand to line him up, then slid down with a grunt. She set a moderate pace, keeping her face turned a little to the side. Morning breath.

He knew it was a courtesy fuck — an action born out of tender duty. It had been a few weeks since they had been intimate, and it didn’t look like their evenings were freeing up anytime soon. And with all the kids home for the summer… If he dwelt too long on the motivations and meanings behind the mechanics, he would probably soften inside her. Instead, he called to mind the images of the woman at the park. Her smile, her neck, her tight shirt. He could picture that woman lusting after him, commenting on the feeling of his member pressing inside her. He cupped his wife’s firm butt cheeks with both hands and pictured the curves he had seen contained in those tight jeans on the playground. He heard his wife’s heavy breathing — heavy more from exertion than from arousal — and he imagined moans of pleasure. With a few quick thrusts he was finished. She pushed down hard on him, taking him deep, because he had said once that he liked that. She paused for half a minute while his breathing slowed, then leaned down and pecked his cheek before dismounting. Morning breath.

He had questions. He wanted to connect with her like they used to. She was finishing up in the bathroom as he sat up and pulled his boxers back into place. They had not even spoken since waking up. Just as he was about to speak, the door handle to the bedroom began jiggling. Someone was awake and demanding their attention. Half the time, their attempts at morning sex were interrupted by that same sound. After a quick glance to confirm that they were both sufficiently clothed, he opened the door and scooped up their oldest girl– rushing towards him in sleepy exuberance. Conversation would have to wait. Again.

*******

On the days when he was home with the kids, he had been out to the playground with them twice, but he didn’t see her again. Not until Friday night. He and his wife were home and the kids had just gone to sleep. He had been feeling frisky and suggested that they could retire early. He wanted to taste her, to enjoy her, to see her face, to take their time. She was feeling achy and didn’t want to be physically close to him. Could they just watch a show together instead?

He tried not to be upset. He tried not to take it personally. He tried not to interpret her response as a personal rejection. He really tried.

“I’m going out for a run,” he stated a little curtly, digging in their closet for his running shoes. “If you’re still up when I get back, maybe we can watch something.”

“OK,” she replied, running her fingers through her hair and looking out the window. There was still a hint of daylight, but that would soon be gone.

In a few minutes, he was out the door and stretching his legs. It had been a while since he had gone running, and his body was taking every opportunity to remind him of that fact. He made it around the block once and then walked a minute before running again. He knew each trip around the block was a third of a mile. If he could at least do three laps…

He loved his wife. He wanted her to be more like… like the stranger. She used to be like that — playful, confident, delighting in her own sexiness. Physically she had changed very little over the years, and he found her no less sexy. Perhaps more, in fact. But it was as if her self-image no longer had the category of “sexy.”

Was it wrong to not just accept the changes life brings? To want to feel alive and vibrant again, to be desired — isn’t that what he wanted? Is this what it would take? Would it maybe change things at home if he-

“Hey, stranger.” She was leaning against the trunk of a car at the end of a driveway. She had on İstanbul Escort a light, silky robe that was held shut only by her clasped hand. The robe went down to her mid-thigh, and he could see nothing below it. He wondered what, if anything, was under it.

He decided he needed to take a break anyway. He paused, gratefully taking the water bottle she offered him. “I saw you out my window,” she explained. “I hoped you’d come back around again.”

Hands on his knees, he took a few deep breaths before taking a drink.

“You do this every night?” she inquired.

“No,” he said, still panting. “First time in a while.”

“Something on your mind?” she asked knowingly. He paused to think, but then she didn’t give him a chance to answer. “Nevermind. Not my business, right? I’m just a stranger. And I want to keep it that way.”

“Oh,” he answered, a little confused.

“Because my birthday is next weekend, and my present is one time with a stranger,” she said, emphasizing the last word.

He thought about what awaited him at home. He thought of how change seemed so unlikely, and of how hopeless that made him feel. He thought of what it would feel like to be with someone who wanted him, even if it was just once.

“Just one time,” she said, pressing her advantage while he was thinking. “No strings attached. Never mention it again.”

“Your husband is OK with this?”

“I think I’ve convinced him,” she smirked. “And don’t worry, he’s not home — no one is watching us from the window or anything.” He looked up at the lighted window on the corner of the house behind her. He also noticed she was holding a baby monitor.

“And I just show up at your place and you’re waiting there for me, and-“

“A hotel,” she stated. “Saturday afternoon. Say you’re in and I’ll give you the details. Say you’re out and you’ll never hear from me again. No hard feelings.”

He gave her a dubious look.

“But let me assure you,” she continued, lowering her voice and taking a few steps forward until she was almost face to face with him, “It will be good. Very, very good.”

“What if Saturday doesn’t work. I’ve got kids, and-“

“You’ve got a job, right? Just make sure something urgent comes up that day. Your wife will understand.”

He squinted his eyes and looked at her. She stared back, her eyes playful and her lips pursed, confident and a little nervous. He had questions. He felt certain she wouldn’t answer them. She lifted her eyebrows just slightly.

“I just say I’m in and you’ll take care of everything else?”

“If you mean the details, yes. But you will be taking care of me. You’ll be taking real good care of me,” she purred.

“And afterwards, we never see each other again?”

“Well, I only get one freebie. If you want to convince your wife to-“

“Okay, okay, I get it,” he interrupted, stretching his legs a little before the muscles got too tight.

“So are you in?”

“I need to think about it,” he said, suspecting he already knew what he would decide.

She cocked her head, as if she hadn’t expected that response. Then, after a moment’s thought, she said, “Well, I need an answer soon, or else I need another stranger. I’ll put the hotel and time on a piece of paper in my mail box. Then I’m going inside and going to bed. If you decide you’re in after one more lap, take the paper. If it’s still there in the morning — I’ll know your answer is no.”

He nodded, took one more admiring look at her exposed legs, and jogged away.

One lap later, he slowed down as he approached her mailbox. The state of arousal she had caused was thankfully receding as he slowed in front of her house. He put a hand on top of the mailbox and stretched a leg back. She had put the flag up. Opening the box, he pulled out the paper and looked at it. It simply had the name of a hotel and a time: 2pm.

He closed the lid, put down the flag, and pocketed the paper. Then he cooled down with a walk around the block, returning home to find his wife asleep in bed. After he had showered — and used his hand to find some relief — he curled up behind his wife. She moaned softly as his arm wrapped around her torso. His thoughts wandered about for a while until they merged into dreams.

*******

Saturday.

His wife had gone to visit her parents one afternoon that week, and she had ended up calling to ask to extend her stay a day or two when some important family matter came up. On the days she was home, he had actually been rather busy at work, covering a handful of evening shifts for one of his managers who had caught the flu. Though he had intended to be extra gracious towards his wife that week, they saw so little of each other that misunderstandings and short tempers made for more than a few tense conversations. So once Saturday arrived, he felt more than ready to escape for the afternoon.

Throughout the morning he was nervous that she would be called away. But aside from a quick errand that she ran in the late morning, they had no interruptions. Shortly after lunch, he took a quick shower, shaved, and picked out clothes that would be comfortable. He walked downstairs to find his wife on the phone. She glanced over at him, and he held up his phone. “Call from the shop — I have to go in.”

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…

Shelley had done all her research. She knew exactly which Mini Cooper she wanted. The day finally arrived – she was going to the dealer and buying the car of her dreams. Her dad offered to go with her but she decided to do this on her own. “Remember not to take the first offer they give you” her dad told her. “The salesman always have a profit margin to play with – make sure you use your best negotiating skills and get a good deal”. Shelley was not a big fan of haggling but heeded her dad’s advice and decided to play the “game” a little with her car salesman.

She was a bottle blonde with sky blue eyes – she didn’t have a problem getting the opposite sex’s attention. The ass-gods had truly smiled upon her and was probably her best attribute. Her firm b-cup tits also didn’t hurt. In short she was most mens walking wet dream! She was a token blonde bimbo but seeing as she was a post grad student she proudly wore the label knowing she was a smarty.

She was pondering what to wear. She wanted to look the part of a blonde bombshell in her new Cooper. She finally settled on a pink satin CK thong – the back was lace and the edges were white. The matching bra really amplified her cleavage. It was her favourite set for special occasions. She wore a denim mini skirt. It was shorter than what any good girl would wear and finished her outfit off with a white low cut Guess t-shirt.

Floating into the dealership she quickly had the attention of three different salesman.

“Now now boys, I am the new car sales representative. I will be assisting the lady with her purchase” a man in his early forties groaned.

His voice was husky and he almost sounded like a male lion growling a warning to the rest of the males in his pride to back of his harem. Shelley spun around to look the man in the eyes.

“Hi, my name is Vince, how my I assist you” he introduced himself. Vince was soft on the eyes, not as buff as they guys Shelley is normally attracted to she thought to herself, but she always had a thing for older men.

Shelley could feel Vince sizing her up. She was used to men eyeing her and immediately knew she would have the upper hand in the negotiations.

“What type of ride could I help you with?” Vince winked at Shelley. She was not oblivious to the pun.

“I am interested in a white John Works Mini Cooper S with all the trimmings” she replied while noticing Vince staring at her cleavage.

Vince was slightly taken aback by this pretty little things knowledge of vehicles but excitedly ushered her to a car similar to the one she wanted. Whilst showing her the interior of the car Shelley skirt rode up revealing her shapely thigh toned from years of school sports and more recently spinning. Vince took his chance when reaching to explain the cooling mechanism in the glove box. He brushed Şerifali Escort his hand over her thigh. He was holding his breath whilst waiting for her reaction. In fact he thought she actually spread her legs a little while his arm lingered in front of her.

Shelley on the other hand didn’t mind this little infraction. In fact it had been a while since she had a steady boyfriend and enjoyed the sensation of a man’s touch on her skin. Additionally she knew this would help her in the price negotiations.

When Shelley didn’t object, it made him more daring. Vince stretched across Shelley to explain the functionality of the automatic seatbelt adjuster. In the process he grazed her breasts and was able to sneak a glimpse of her pink bra. Shelley pressed her breasts back against his arm. It had been a while since a lady, and such a sexy one to boot, flirted so openly with him. He immediately felt the beginning of an erection and started shifting a little uncomfortably in order not to make his hard-on not to obvious. Shelley was really starting to enjoy the game. She loved the way Vince smelled – she recognised it as English Leather cologne or perhaps she was confusing it with the new leather seats smell but she could feel her nipples were stiffening with his touch.

“I would love to take this baby for a spin” Shelley said. “Would love to hear, see and feel her perform if we press all the right buttons” whilst shooting a naughty smile at Vince.

Vince knew just the spot. He directed Shelley and they drove to a secluded strip of road about 10km out of town. Shelley was really enjoying the ride. The power and responsiveness of the car mixed with the thought of what was to happen next was really turning her on. She could feel herself getting wet with anticipation. She thought the car was actually starting to smell of sex.

After putting the car through its paces they decided to take a breather and pulled over below a Jacaranda tree. Shelley leaned over the bonnet giving Vince a great view of her boobs.

“So what price would a girl have to pay in order to get all these extras?” At this point Vince was mesmerised by her and would have almost given her the car if she just asked.

“Well, I have made target for this month already so I will make a plan and upgrade you at the same price as a standard Cooper”.

“Really – thank you so much!” She exclaimed as she ran around to him. She gave him a peck on the cheek and tight hug. She knew she had succeeded in what she set out to do.

The whole day had gotten her so revved up and she knew she could not leave good old Vince just poking her with his erection during their hug.

With one hand she grabbed a handful of his hair and forced his mouth onto hers – there was no objection from his side. With her other hand she gently İstanbul Escort started to massage his penis through his trousers.

Vince could not believe the day he was having. Selling another car and making out with this absolute mega babe. Perhaps it was true what they say about the naughty forties. He surely didn’t mind making out with a girl almost half his age.

“Undo your belt and drop your pants” Shelley commanded as she went down on her knees. He didn’t waste any time and obeyed blindly. Shelley wasted no time taking his six inches into her mouth. His cock was rock hard and glistening with pre-cum. She slowly started working the head of his penis. Gathering mouthfuls of spit to lubricate his entire shaft. She gently massaged his balls with her left hand and her right hand was rhythmically stroking his penis in unison with her mouth. Vince thought he had died and gone to heaven when he saw her sky-blue eyes stare back at him while he gently started to mouth-fuck her.

Shelly was a firm believer that anything that is worth doing is worth doing well so she whipped off her shirt and a unhooked her bra. Vince’s ex-wife had huge hanging boobs so he couldn’t believe how perky her breasts were. His cock was sliding up and down her cleavage and he could feel her rock hard nipples on his skin. She pressed her tits together and the added traction was making his balls swell with anticipation of release. Shelley could sense by Vince’s moans he was not far from release. She took his prick back in her mouth and started jacking him off feverishly with her one hand. Her other hand she used to massage his prostate. “Don’t stop don’t stop don’t stop” Vince shouted as he started to climax. Shelley pressed hard on his prostate as she took his cock out of her mouth. She aimed it at her boobs and continued firmly tucking at his cock. Shelley felt as if her pink panties were soaking wet. She knew she did well when spurt after spurt of thick white cum shot all over her breasts. Not only did she look like a playboy playmate but she acted the part perfectly just now.

“Holy shit” Vince exclaimed as Shelley toyed Vince’s now limping dick all over her boobs and then started sucking his prick clean.

“Recline the back seats” Shelley ordered as she wiped the last trace of spit and cum from her mouth. Vince was a little confused where this was heading. He thought he had already made the sale – perhaps she wanted to be sure about the packing space. Nevertheless he did as he was told – this was an easy sell feature.

At this point Shelley couldn’t care less about the car. She just needed some satisfaction of her own. She scrambled into the back. Her ass in perfect view for him as the limitations of her mini was blaringly obvious. Shelly kicked off her mini and slowly started the pull down her thong. Ümraniye Escort It was soaked from all the action thus far. She threw it at Vince as he was standing there absolutely comatosed by her actions. Almost as if a reflex, he held her thong to his face and sniffed in her juices and aroma. Never had he been this turned on in his life before.

She laid back, spreading her legs wide so Vince had a perfect view. She inserted her middle and then her left hand’s index finger in her soaking cunt. Rhythmically she massaged her vagina – making sure to catch her g-spot with each penetration. With her right hand she started to toy at her clit and every now and then gently slapped her pussy.

“Come on Vince” she teased. “What must a girl do to get your dick hard again”. It had only been about five minutes since his mind blowing blowjob. The effects of the scene in front of him however had done its magic and Vince’s cock was so hard it was almost aching.

Shelley shuffled down until her knees were at the edge of the boot letting her lower legs hang loose. She motioned Vince over. His lust for her young wet pussy had almost become animalistic and he wanted nothing else at the moment but to plow his cock deep into her. She spread her legs as wide as possible and lifted her hips a little in the air. She wanted to feel the full force of his cock slam into her.

“Fuck me Vince” she told him with a sultry look on her face. He stepped up. Proud of how quick and hard his cock had sprung back into life. He aimed his cock at Shelley’s gaping hole. He noticed she had recently shaven and only a little bit of stubble was forming a landing strip above her cunt’s entrance. He thought he was going to explode at the sensation when he slided into her. She easily took his full length and wrapped her legs around his ass to pull him deeper into her.

Shelley still had the salty taste of cum in her mouth. Both of their bodies were building up a layer of sweet from their efforts and she enjoyed the cool breeze’s cooling effect. It also blew in the smell of Jacaranda blossoms.

Vince had manoeuvred Shelley’s legs over his shoulders. In this position each thrust was filling her pussy whilst stimulating her clitoris. Vince wanted to remember this image forever. Her perky tits bouncing up and down with each forceful thrust. Her hair falling roughly over her face. Her moans indicating her approval of each pump.

“I. Am. Gonna. Cum. ” Shelly managed to moan. Vince could not hold it in any longer either. He felt her pussy tighten around his dick. He had never felt anything so tight. Spasm after spasm clenched him. He replied by filling her with his cum. Shelley felt three, four, five streams of warm cum blasted into her. She was dazed at the force of her climax. Vince finally collapsed onto her. Their bodies a heap of spent energy.

They just laid there for a couple of minutes getting there breath back and processing the days events. Shelley thought her dad would be proud of her negotiating skills…well at least the result thereof she laughed to herself.

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.”