We met online. Then we met in person. They were some of the most erotic encounters of my life, although we never actually touched each other. This is the story of how it happened.

We met on Literotica. We chatted about all things sexual, gradually letting slip that we each had commitments that meant we shouldn’t really be exploring our sexuality online. For example, I was married, happily, but let it be known that my wife’s sexual appetite and sense of adventure didn’t match my own.

We traded secrets, dares, orders – turned each other on during working hours and when our partners were sleeping beside us. We came to an erotic understanding of what made the other tick through conversation, confessions and dares.

But they were all based on fantasy. The fantasy of meeting, sharing, daring. The only thing that kept us apart was a common unwillingness to cheat in ‘real life’.

Then we found a loophole, although in hindsight most people would consider it cheating, as they would our initial conversations online.

We arranged to meet in a hotel in London. We had agreed that we would be able to look, but not touch. To strip, to tease, to admire, to suggest, but never to touch. And if one person touched the other, they had to do a humiliating forfeit.

We met first for dinner near the hotel. We were both dressed to impress and I was turned on immediately when I saw her in a short, clinging dress. The conversation at dinner was playful and we were teasing each other already. Just before the waiter came over to ask us if we wanted any dessert, she leaned over the table to me and said, “My knickers lara escort are already damp – I need to take them off soon”. So as soon as the waiter arrived, I asked for the bill.

She followed me to the hotel room where I’d showered earlier; the room still smelled of my aftershave. She inspected the room, tested the springiness of the bed and then turned to me, smiling. “Now what?” she asked. This is what happened:

I decide to take charge. I tell her to slip off her jacket. Then I walk around behind her and stand as close as I can without touching her. I inhale deeply, taking in the scent of her neck and hair – she smells delicious.

“Now unzip your dress,” I whisper to her. She obeys immediately and lets her dress slide over her shoulders and fall in a heap around her ankles. I’m desperate to kiss her smooth silky skin, to run my fingers through her hair. Already I’m wondering whether to take the forfeit. As if reading my thoughts, she turns to face me and wags her finger, warning me playfully.

“I see you approve of my choice of underwear,” she says, pointing at the bulge in my trousers.

“It looks fabulous,” I reply, “but you won’t be wearing it much for longer. Take off your bra.”

Again she obeys, then puts her arms above her head, lifting her hair, and twirls around in front of me. All I can say is, “Wow!”

She has amazing breasts and her nipples are standing erect. I sit down in the chair and watch her.

“I see you’re quite a mover, with that little twirl – pretend you’re a stripper and dance a little more”.

“That’s gebze escort cruel,” she replies, but already she’s moving her hips and sliding her hands up her tight stomach. “I hope you have some crisp banknotes to pay for this”. She cups her breasts in her hands, rotating at the waist. She pinches each nipple between a thumb and forefinger, then leans forward towards me.

She whispers: “So many times I’ve imagine your lips on my nipples; I’d love you to suck them now”.

“You can’t imagine how much I want that too,” I reply.

She stands and turns around, then looks back at me over her shoulder, saying, “But there’s somewhere I want to feel your mouth even more than on my breasts.” Then with one graceful movement she bends down and pulls her knickers to her ankles and pauses, bent over, giving me a glorious view of her pussy, glistening wet.

“God I want to taste you,” I say, to which she turns around and throws me her knickers. As soon as I catch them I can feel they’re wet. I lick the crotch, fixing my eyes on hers.

“Well that confirms it,” I say, “Everything about you is delicious”.

She runs a finger between her pussy lips so it’s slickly wet, then puts it to her lips and licks seductively.

“Yum!” she smiles. “Now, isn’t it your turn to strip?”

I stand up and offer her the chair. She sits and puts her heels on the edge of the seat, her knees up and spread wide.

Before I start to strip, I pour her a glass of champagne that I’d forgotten to open earlier, in my rush to get her naked. She takes the champagne didim escort in one hand and starts to pinch a nipple with her free hand, as I unbutton my shirt. She sips the champagne, her eyes fixed on me, and by the time my shirt is unbuttoned, her free hand is no longer playing with her breasts, but her pussy. She’s circling one finger around her clit.

I’ve undone my belt and my cock is trying to escape. It’s so hard it almost hurts and the head is glistening with precum. As soon as my boxers are off, she gets off the chair and kneels in front of me. She starts to talk to my cock, telling it how she’d love to feel it against the back of her throat. I’m so close to grabbing her hair and making it a reality, but I manage to fight myself back into control.

“Stay kneeling there,” I say, “and let me share your champagne.” I lie on the floor and slide my head between her knees, so her pussy is just above my lips. I can tell by the little gasp she gives how tempted she is to sit down on my face. It seems she wins control too, as she pours a little champagne over her stomach and pussy, from where it runs into my open mouth.

We share the rest of the glass like this, then I tell her I want to watch her cum. She pulls a vibrator out of her bag and goes to lie on the bed. I sit down on the chair again, rubbing my cock as she pushes the vibrator deep into her pussy.

Her moans and heavy breathing are making me so horny I’m in danger of losing control. She cries my name as she fucks herself with the vibrator then her body spasms in orgasm.

“I love having your eyes on me,” she pants. “That’s what made me cum; and watching you play with yourself.”

She rolls over and kneels on the floor in front of me again. “Now I want to watch you cum,” she says.

“There’s nothing in the ‘look but don’t touch’ rules about WHERE I can cum, is there?” I ask, smiling mischievously. She shakes her head and opens her mouth…

The last thing I expected when I got the phone call this morning was to be laying next to a naked beauty in the afternoon, both of us totally spent from several hours of unbridled sexual lust. The series of events that led to today started innocently. Even my wildest fantasies couldn’t have foreseen that just trying to do something for the local high school football coaches would lead to this. But here I am.

My son is on the local high school football team and I am a member of the booster club. An email a couple of weeks before Christmas had asked for donations to Gift Baskets for all of the coaches. I am a manufacturer’s representative for several companies and one is a men’s golf apparel company. I instantly replied to the writer, Jackie, a lady I had met casually at games and parent meetings, that I would have shirts and windshirts in school colors sent for the coaches. Her instant reply was grateful and we worked out the sizes and other details. And that was it, until today.

Jackie, is mid-30’s, tall, tanned, long dark hair, 34 C at least, long tight legs and an ass that just melts into the tight pants or jeans she always seems to be wearing. I had her pegged for one of the hundreds of trophy wives belonging to the executives of the large firm her in town. I also had her pegged as someone that wouldn’t look twice at someone like me.

Me? I am early 40’s, 6-1, 195, and in great shape for my age. The time spent in the gym and on the range working on my golf game had kept me looking better than many. My wife thinks I am the sexiest man in the world, and that was fine. We’d had a brief stint at swinging before our soon had been born, but for the last 14 years our lives had been more monogamous than not. I had some fun times on the road and I knew my wife had some girl friends for her bi-sexual side from time to time. But that was it.

Financially we’ve done well. From a small men’s apparel line I now represented the top lines in men’s apparel and had recently added a lingerie line selling to the ever-growing adult fantasy store distribution channel, I had built a good business over the years and my wife had left her job at the bank after building her home business with a multi-level marketing firm to the point that it would have been stupid to keep working for someone else. We had found our dream home a couple of years before and invested heavily to get it just right.

My pride in the house was my “office building” which could serve as guest quarters when need. The two-story building was separate from the house. The downstairs was my “office” with the appropriate furnishings, latest computer and electronic play toys. There was also a large sitting area dominated by a huge fireplace and plasma television screen surrounding by dark leather couch, love seat and recliner. A small kitchen was more of a wet bar, although I did keep the fridge stocked with sandwich fixings and snacks. Upstairs, was the showroom/bedroom. A large open room with a bath at one end, I kept my apparel lines on display in case a buyer wanted to come look at them. The most striking features of the showroom, were the massive king size bed, whirlpool and fireplace, complete with the expected mirrors and lighting. My wife and I had spent several sizzling nights in the bedroom and called it our playroom.

The shirts came in a week or so after my first email interchange with Jackie. I sent an email asking where she wanted me to deliver the goods to and she replied back that she would come by the next day—today—to pick them up. I gave her our address, my office number and told her to just call before she came over.

Today started cold and miserable, overcast and misting rain. Just a yucky winter day. Dressed in jeans and sweatshirt as soon as I got into the office, I started a fire downstairs and the coffee pot. I had some new samples to unpack upstairs and decided today would be a good day to go through all of the lines and remove out of date samples and even (ugh) take a quick inventory, so I started a fire in the upstairs fireplace as well.

I had just settled behind the desk, checking emails and sipping a fresh cup of coffee when the office phone rang. It was Jackie, she was on her way. I reminded her that I would be in the “office” in the two-story building separate from the house. I flipped on the TV with my remote and settled back into the emails and coffee.

I was totally immersed in an email from a company seeking representation when the doorbell rang. Knowing it was Jackie; I pulled myself away from the email and opened the door. Jackie was stunning in a very casual manner. She had on a wool jacket, sweater, jeans and high heels, but she looked like she had just step out of a fashion magazine. I asked her to come in out of the cold while I retrieved the boxes and was heading upstairs when she stopped me,

“Is that fresh coffee,” she asked.

I turned around and headed for the bar/kitchen.

“Just made it, haven’t even finished my first cup.”

Jackie followed me to the bar/kitchen and I poured her a cup and escort sultanbeyli refreshed mine.

“Would you like anything in your coffee,” I inquired, being the polite host.

She smiled, pointed to the well-stocked shelves behind me and asked, “Got any cognac or Bailey’s in that collection of bottles there?”

“Whichever you like,” I smiled in return, not really knowing where this was heading, but damn sure liking it for the moment.

I put a bottle on cognac and a bottle of Bailey’s in front of her. She grabbed the cognac and poured a liberal portion into her coffee. Not wanting to make her drink alone, I did the same, just not quite as much. After all it was only 9 AM.

I pointed toward the sitting area in front of the fireplace and asked if she would like to sit down. Jackie set in the love seat and I took up a position on the couch. We sat and talked about everything and nothing for the next 20 minutes.

“Could I have some more,ummm…coffee,” she asked with a smile. I tried to seem casual as I nearly jumped off the couch to get her some more. This time I poured the cognac for her and if possible it was a little stronger than the one she poured for herself. She stood and removed her jacket revealing the a wonderful look at her luscious tits straining to get out of the tight, but not too tight sweater, and then set down again. I could feel myself getting hard and sat quickly to hide what was going to be huge boner in a matter of seconds if I didn’t.

The conversation turned to work and she asked what I did to be able to live in such style. She said it admirably as if she approved of the office and waved her hand around to include the room. I told her.

She then asked what type of lines I carried. She didn’t seem too interested in my wares until I mentioned the lingerie line.

“I love lingerie,” she said. “Makes me feel so sexy when I wear little or nothing. Do you have any samples here?”

I replied I did, but doubted she’d be interested in any of it since it was really a cheap line developed with the adult fantasy stores in mind.

“Even better,” she smiled. “Real slutty stuff? I love it. Can I please see some.”

I tried to keep my mind from mentally undressing her, but my efforts were unsuccessful. I still didn’t have a clue where this was going, but I was loving it more and more.

I told her the “showroom” was upstairs if she’d like to take a look.

She almost jumped off the love seat and I led her up the stairs. As we reached the top of the stairs, I heard her gasp.

“Is something wrong,” I asked.

Jackie stood, wide eyed, taking in all of the room: the king size bed, whirlpool big enough for a small party, mirrors and finally samples.

“Holy shit,” she exclaimed. “I’ve never seen a ‘showroom’ equipped like this before.”

I must have blushed since I was a little embarrassed.

“This is beautiful. If you have this for the ‘guest’ room, I can imagine what your bedroom must look like. You’re wife is a very lucky woman.”

“Thank you.” I pointed toward the two racks of lingerie and said, “there you are.”

I sat on the bed as Jackie went up and down the racks looking at the various styles and colors.

“This stuff is wonderful,” she said holding a red next to nothing out in front of her for a better view. “Can you get some of this stuff for me?”

“Of course,” I replied, as my mind tried and succeeded to imagine her tanned body in the little red nothing she was hold. As it worked feverously, my cock began to get hard again.

Jackie had three sets in our hand and turned back to me, “May I try these on for size,” she quizzed.

I don’t know what was harder, my cock or the lump in my throat, as I croaked out a feeble attempt at yes and pointed toward the bathroom. I sat there stunned for a second. Here was the gorgeous trophy wife, in the bathroom of my “office” trying on some cheap pieces of lingerie she was in love with. I shook my head and swallowed the last of my laced coffee. I stood up and rearranged my cock in my jeans so I could walk and went over to stoke the fireplace, hoping my bulge would subside. It didn’t.

I was leaning over the fireplace, poking at the fire, trying to get it flaming like I was, when I heard, “You’ve got such a cute ass.”

I turned to make some sort of smart-ass flirty remark when I stopped dead in my tracks. Jackie was standing not 10 feet away wear a black baby doll with garter and black hose and her black high heels. Nothing more. Her dark heavy bush matched the outfit. I stood mesmerized, unable to say anything.

“Well, do you like it,” she asked as she struck a models pose.

Her nipples stood straight out from the black top and I could see the pink in her nipples and her tan lines that barely covered the nipples. I let my eyes go all the way down stopping again at that wonderful trimmed patch of hair that hid her pussy lips and then down the slim, firm thighs encased in the black hose and all the way down escort şerifali to the high heels and back up again, savoring every inch of the beauty in front of me.

“Well?”

“You look wonderful. Uh, a dead man would get hard looking at you in that”

“Obviously not,” she said with a soft smile and a glimmer in her yes. “Or you wouldn’t still be standing there.”

It was all the invitation I needed.

I walked over to her and cupped her face in my hands and our lips met halfway and our tongues were instantly entwined as we explored each other and our bodies crushed together. My arms went around her and my hands went down to her hips and I pulled her closer to me so she could feel my raging hard on up against her exposed pussy. She moaned in my mouth as I ground my cock hard against her pelvic area. I knew if I kept dry humping her it would all be over with soon.

I lowered her to the foot of the bed with her legs hanging over the end of the bed. Her head was moving back and forth, side to side as I ran my hands up and down her long legs, easily spreading them apart to expose her now glistening wet pussy. I kissed her thighs above the hose and her moans became louder and raspy as she wiggled with desire. The scent of her hot pussy was more than I could stand and I started to tongue the moisture on her outer lips, sliding up and down the entire length of her and teasing her exposed clit.

“Quit teasing me, please, eat my pussy, please eat my pussy,” she rasped with urgency.

I plunged my tongue as deep into her as it would go. She gasped and her back bucked as her legs clamped around my head and her hands held the back of my head and began pushing me deeper and deeper into her throbbing pussy. I tongue fucked her as hard as I could and my hands slipped under her beautiful ass and lifted it up in the air taking me even deeper. Her legs were straight up in the air and I knew she wasn’t going to last much longer. Once touch of my tongue on her clit and her body started convulsing and her moans became screams as she trashed around on the bed, her legs tightening around my head until I knew she was going to squash it like a grape. I never let up on my assault on her now gushing pussy even though I knew I was going to drown from her juices.

As her orgasm started to subside and her breathing was returning to something resembling normal, I began to finger her drenched pussy with one and then two fingers as my tongue continued its assault on her clit. Soon she was moaning and flopping around on the bed again, her hands still pushing my head harder and harder against her pelvic area as she fucked my face and fingers. The tension in her body told me she was close to cumming again and then the legs flew up in the air again, the moans turned to screams and she was trashing around on the bed. All of a sudden she went limp and her body was perfectly still. She had literally passed out from pleasure.

I stopped my assault on her pussy and looked up at her face. She was breathing heavy but seemed to be totally out of it. I looked at her luscious breasts. In the heat of all of the earlier action, I hadn’t had time to enjoy them as much as I wanted to. The pink nipples were like rocks standing straight up in the air as her breasts rose and fell with her breathing.

Slowly I got up from kneeling in front her spread pussy, licking up her sweet juices once more before I did, and stood looking down on her. Damn she was incredibly sexy. Laying there a totally fulfilled woman, I wanted to drop my pants and fuck her hard even though she was obviously passed out. I needed a drink and a cigarette.

I went down stairs and poured a stiff scotch and knocked it down in two swallows. I poured another and lit a cigarette from my emergency stash in my desk drawer. Damn that cigarette tasted good. I savored every second of it before going back upstairs.

Jackie was still lying there on the bed. Her legs spread wide, her pussy still wet, her nipples standing straight out, her arms splayed across the bed, her head leaning to one side with her long hair a total mess spread out softly on the bed. My raging hard on had not subsided and I stood there wanting to take her just the way she was when her eyes opened and focused on me standing at the end of the bed and she propped herself up on her elbows.

“How long have I been out,” she asked, her voice still raspy.

“Not too long,” I replied.

“I haven’t passed out after sex in years,” she said with a soft smile. “Guess I haven’t had anyone that could make me feel the way you made me feel.”

She sat up on the end of the bed where her head was directly inline with my crotch making it impossible for her not to see my cock straining to escape from the confines of my jeans.

She smiled and her hand reached for the button on the top of my jeans and she cooed; “Now I want this.”

She slid my jeans and boxers down in one move and I stepped out them and stood there with my thick cock exposed and standing escort söğütlüçeşme straight out to meet her. She took both hands and started to stroke it. Now it was my time to gasp. Her touch was so light, but yet so firm and her hands so soft the pre cum was dripping instantly. She leaned over and licked off the pre cum and then looked me straight in the eyes as she continued to stroke my ever-hardening manhood.

“That is the biggest cock I’ve seen in forever,” she whispered. “My husband is such a pencil dick I hardly even know he is in me.”

And then she lowered her open mouth onto me and took the full seven inches with out stopping her cheeks puffing with the thickness. She began fuck face fuck my cock like a pro, cupping my bulging balls with one hand and then another has she plunged up and down the length of cock. I knew I wouldn’t last long at this and told her so which only made her increase her efforts. I couldn’t hold back and grabbed the back of her head shoving my full length down her throat as buckets of hot cum came gushing out. She never let up until I was spent and then I had to pull her off. My legs were shaking and I didn’t know if I could stand much longer.

I leaned Jackie back on the bed and wrapped her in my arms and our bodies instantly were entwined as we exchanged long hot kisses, our hands exploring each other’s bodies like a couple of teenagers. Her pink nipples being squeezed and pulled on with my fingers and then teeth as she ran her hand over, around and under my cock and balls. Finally we separated to catch our breath.

We laid there in silence. Neither knowing what to say, but not wanting to break the spell we were under as well.

Finally I broke the silence.

“You are wonderful,” I said as I propped myself up on an elbow and started running the back of my hand over her body still incased in the lingerie.

“Only because you made me feel that way,” she whispered. “You must think I am a whore coming in like this and then just throwing myself at you.”

“No. I think you are a beautiful, sexy lady who has been missing feeling that way.”

“That obvious?”

I laughed and kissed her softly and replied, “It is now.” “I’d love a drink and a cigarette.”

I told her I had both and got up to go down stairs.

I fixed us both a scotch with a splash of water, grabbed the emergency pack of cigarettes and headed back up the stairs. I stopped dead when I got back. Jackie was lying on the bed, propped up by pillows and the headboard, now wearing the white teddy she had modeled earlier. She looked like something out of a dreamed.

I sat on the bed, handed her the drink and a cigarette. We sat there talking for several minutes. I can’t tell you what we talked about, I don’t remember. I was so stunned by her dark skin in the white I could only watch and speak, remembering nothing but my desires.

We had finished our cigarettes and most of the drinks when I put my drink down on the bed stand and took hers from her hand and put it beside mine. I turned and cupped her face in my hands and began softly kissing her face.

“I want you Jackie,” I whispered in her ear.

“I want you too,” she moaned. “I want all of you.”

I kissed her hard for a long time as our bodies met and we began grinding on each other. My cock had recovered and as was raging hard on again as I ground it against her pelvis, my hands grasping her breasts and rolling those luscious nipples between two fingers. Her moans began again and I slipped a hand between us and inserted a finger into her still wet pussy and began to slowly finger fuck her while my tongue tried to reach down her throat. She spread her legs wide to give me more access to her pussy and she began to move her hips in rhythm with my fingers fucking herself.

I moved between her legs and moved my cock directly in front of her opening applying a little pressure as her soft pussy lips spread from the pressure. I slowly worked myself into her a little at a time. I couldn’t believe how tight she was for having had two children. I felt like I was trying to fuck a virgin. As I pushed more and more of my cock into her wetness, I watched her face as she fell into the sexual trance I had seen when I was tongue fucking her earlier. I was about half way in and slowly almost pulling out before going back a little deeper until I couldn’t stand it any more and slammed my full length into her. She gasped and screamed as she took my full length and girth into her tight pussy, her long legs instantly flying up and around my hips pulling me deeper and deeper as our bodies started to move in sync.

“You so big,” she moaned. “Your so big, you’re tearing me apart. Oh heaven help me I love it, fuck me, fuck me hard…”

I increased my pace and started to pound her as hard as I could and her legs were straight up in the air, I grabbed her legs and pushed them back toward her shoulders going deeper still and she gasped and screamed again as I hit areas in her pussy that had never been touched before. I watched her face contort with pleasure verging on pain as her eyes began to glaze over and her breathing increased and her moans became the moans of a woman lost in the pleasures given by a man. My balls were about to burst and I knew I was going to blow a load into her inner depths at any moment. I didn’t want to. I wanted this to last forever, but knew that I would and soon.

The scene – Work Christmas party. At a plush, partner’s house. By the time the band starts playing everyone is drinking pretty heavily and there will be about 80 people in the big room off the expansive pool area and about 20 more out by the pool. It’s about 2 in the afternoon on a hot December day, but the air conditioning in the room keeps it nice and cool. Heavy curtains also keep it a little dark and the effect is in stark contrast to the bright sunshine outside.

A Work Band has been formed and we’re playing a series of covers (about 20 we know and few more we can muddle through if we play loud enough) from a hired stage about 2 feet high. One of the girls there is a research clerk about 22, at the end of her law degree. Fair skin and flaxen blonde hair. Tallish and toned, but not skinny with nice curves and long legs. Brash and bold beyond her years and very attractive. Short brown suede A line skirt and strappy hippy heels. Woven cotton top in burnt oranges and yellow horizontal stripes with a neckline that plunges deeply and shows quite a bit of cleavage and skin, middrift exposed, shoestring straps. It shows the shape of reasonably large, very round, firm breasts and semi erect nipples. Her breasts are full and thrusting and jut from her body so that the top is stretched a bit at the nipple area and the under-swell is quite pronounced. The top falls away from her body when she leans over and she can show lots of cleavage and an occasional nipple glimpse if she wants to. Straps slip off shoulders regularly as she dances (often suggestively), her breasts move tautly, full round and firm. The curve of the underside of the breast is enticing and the stretchy (but slightly loose) top clings to it, also revealing the paler side swell considerably with low and cut away design under the arms.

Before the band starts to play and most people are outside (I have just finished setting up and I’m tapping away and getting the drum heads positioned) Jo comes up and asks if she can have a turn. I say sure, and she sits on the stool. I stand next to her and immediately start to stiffen as I see how much I can see down her top, almost to her nipples. Also, when she puts her feet on the high hat and base drum, her thighs are quite parted and the skirt rides up. The only reason I can’t see more is because I am standing sort of over her shoulder/next to her. As she plays (badly) around I try to help her and, naturally end up behind her holding her arms with my head over her shoulder, our faces quite close. She smells like shampoo and perfume and something deeper, tantalising. When I have her right hand on the high hat and her left on the snare drum the way her arms cross over pushes her breasts together nicely, and the movement of hitting the drums makes them bounce a little. She looks at me looking down her cleavage and grins a little as the left strap slips off her shoulder. The top slides down and is only stopped by her semi erect nipple. She pretends not to notice. With the next few beats it peels outward and slowly reveals a nipple rapidly becoming quite hard as I watch. It is a light brown colour in contrast to her pale skin. “You want to get that?” I ask.

She says “Do you?”

“Sure,” I answer and take the strap and slide it back up her arm. The fabric of the top has fallen under her breast though and as I pull the strap up it lifts the breast as well, before it slips suddenly over and the firm weight falls back. She sighs in mock exasperation and adjusts her self by reaching a hand inside and adjusting the top.

“If it happens again, now you know what to do,” she smiles, knowing that watching her touch her breast like that and seeing her nipple exposed and hard has caused a large lump in my pants. She can’t see this but she deliberately leans back into it.

One of the partners says to the few remaining people “C’mon, everybody out to the pool, we have a few of those silly awards to hand out.” I know who got them already so I don’t leave. Neither does Jo. We are alone in the room now.

I move around the other side of the kit with the intention of putting a bit of distance between us but belatedly realise that from here I can see straight up her skirt, which, being quite short, has ridden right up her thighs with the way she is sitting. She makes no move to close her legs and keeps tapping away, getting a little more co-ordinated and having a great time. I can see the way the very thin lace cups her pussy and the light over the kit is conveniently located. She sees me looking and says “Copper.”

“Pardon?” I reply, a little confused.

“My g, it’s copper. The colour? What there is of it.” And at that moment the top comes down again.

“Pesky thing,” I say, “Should just take it off.” Her breast is exposed down to the top of the aureole as she keeps playing away.

She says “Why? Don’t you like copper?”, deliberately misinterpreting me. She stops playing and her head tilts to one side. As the tip of the drum stick rests against her nipple she smiles and says “Well? Did you mean I should take off my top or my bottoms? Cat got your tongue?”

I say “Whatever you like, but I think a few people might notice if you suddenly escort çekmeköy appear topless.”

She laughs and says “What? Notice this?” and pulls both straps down to fully expose both breasts, looking down at them. “Yeah, I suppose so.” Her hands cup them as she looks up at me. “They are pretty noticeable. Guess it’ll have to be the g then.” With that she closes her thighs and, leaving her breasts bare, reaches under her skirt as her ass raises off the stool a bit and wiggles as her hands come out drawing the tiny g down her thighs, over her knees and down her calves. She slips it off her ankles and feet and tosses it to me.

“Cheeky aren’t you?” I ask.

She grins and says “Cheeky doesn’t start to cover it,” and puts her feet on the pedals again, without playing. I can, of course, see exactly what I could see before but now without the panties in the way. Her lips are shaved and smooth, a little glisten of moisture that I can feel on my fingers where I am holding the g. “You better leave this on Jo, that skirt is pretty short. You don’t want everyone seeing what I’m seeing now – no matter how much they might enjoy it.” I move to hand the g back to her and she pauses for a moment looking at me before saying “Come round here and help me.”

I smile, toss the g to her and say “I don’t think that would be a good idea. See you outside.” And walk out.

Later, we are playing a 20 minute set before the massive, hired, stainless steel monstrosity of a BBQ gets fired up by the caterers for the Chef to do a huge amount of steaks, kebabs etc for the late lunch. For one number Jo grabs a mike and is on stage doing a do-wap thing and she comes back to where I am playing the drums. Her back is to everyone else and while she do-waps (pretty well actually) and bops the strap slides off a shoulder and the material slides down again and exposes her breast and still erect nipple. I look, she notices and, grinning broadly, leaves it like that while she jiggles and sings a bit then fixes it and turns away again.

She comes around behind me and bends over close to me and in between do-waps, says in my ear “You like my tits don’t you? I like them too. They’re great tits. They feel great too.” Her great tits are pressed into my back as she says this and they certainly feel great there. Then she bops back to centre stage front and hands the mike over for the next song.

From where I sit at the back and to one side of the room I can see into another room on the side wall closest to me. It is about 5 feet from me. The door opens so that the gap when it is open about a foot or so is on the side farthest from me and therefore only I, at the back of the room, can see in. There is junk on the floor in front of the room, like the cases for the hired kit, etc. Joe enters this room and no-one seems to mark this fact. The door is open about a foot and a half and I see nothing until I see her move into the space I can see, barefoot and rummaging in an overnight bag, still grooving to the music (which is now a very bluesy version of Tracy Chapmans Gimme one Reason. I remember this because we were really nailing this song, it was easy on my right arm which was getting tired, one of the secretaries was doing a bloody good job on the lyric even though she hadn’t rehearsed with us, and because of what follows).

She withdraws a pair of togs, a bikini, chucks the bag out of sight, drops the togs at her feet and starts moving a little to the music while her hands unzip the skirt. It falls around her ankles and she kicks it out of site. Her long pale legs look fantastic and the copper coloured g-string sets her legs and ass off beautifully. She is almost directly under a halogen down light and her flawless skin is well lit. Her nipples are really prominent under the fabric now but then she turns her back, stops dancing, and slowly peels the top off over her head, the muscles in her back moving smoothly, her perfect ass delectable. As it goes up she turns around smoothly and with her eyes closed and her head back it slides up her arms and over her head. Her breasts lift with her movement and her nipples are rock hard. She discards the top and without pausing she turns side on and slowly slides the g string down over her hips and down her legs as she bends forward at the waist. Her breast presses against her leg.

Viewing all of this through the partially opened door is fantastically erotic but it seems to be happening very quickly.

When she stands up she is looking down along her naked body. Her fine blonde pubes are trimmed to a little strip. She walks out of view and comes back with some 30 plus in her hand and proceeds to slowly apply it to her naked body. I am thinking “oh my God. She must know I can see her,” but she has not even looked toward the door and from in there under the light it would seem dark out where I am. The way she puts the lotion on her body is designed to be provocative, and it is. She seems to be looking into a mirror I can’t see (a fact I later confirm) and assessing with evident satisfaction the appearance of her naked body. Her eyes stare straight ahead into the mirror and her escort içerenköy body is in ¾ front profile to me. Her hands slowly smooth the lotion onto her arms and shoulders, then her stomach and chest, lingering a little to cup her breasts as her fingers roll the cream into her long, erect nipples. She occasionally pauses and admires herself from different angles. As she puts the cream into her back her contortions have an erotic appeal as her toned body bends and twists and her breasts thrust out as she tries to reach the middle of her back. When she bends at the waist to do her legs she does so with her ass to me and I see the pink lips peeking out as her hands smooth the cream into her skin.

At the end she is drawing her hand up her inside thigh and it keeps travelling up to cup her pussy. I watch her mouth open in a sigh as her hand moves between her legs slowly, naked under the light, her other hand pulling on her nipples as she watches herself in the mirror. The hand begins to move more rapidly and she thrusts her hips forward, feet apart and looks down along her body as she fingers herself faster. She changes to rubbing her clit and soon I see her cry out as her body shakes and jerks, her hand still pinching and pulling her nipples and squeezing her firm tits. Her orgasm is silent to me as she resumes fingering herself, the climax peaking then passing. She looks toward me for the first time and smiles before she puts the bikini on, puts her clothes back on and comes back out. The whole thing has taken only the Tracey Chapman song and one by Everclear. Luckily one I knew well, because I was distracted. That’s the last song in the set and everyone bar a few people move outside around the pool.

I say to her when no-one can hear “You tell me how great your tits are and then cover them with more clothes. Hardly seems fair,” but she looks me straight in the eyes and says

“What, didn’t see enough when I got changed?”

I said something like, “Don’t know what you’re talking about, I was concentrating on my stick control.”

She laughs and says “Nice try. Enjoy the show? Act 2 will have to wait until I’m sure someone won’t walk in on me. Or us, if you like…” and she walks off grinning, swinging her hips provocatively. I’m in a bit of a turmoil. How far do I want to take this? I watch her talking to people as I circulate and chat etc, and soon people are jumping in the pool. I watch as she strips down to her togs and dives in cleanly. Others watch too. It’s nice to watch. When she comes up in the shallow end and stands her hard nipples are pronounced under the small triangles of lycra covering her full breasts. The water beads on her skin. A pool volleyball gets hit to one side and I walk over to throw it back in. She turns to me as I do so and I am the only person on this side of the pool. The people who are paying any attention at all are watching me throw the ball and they don’t see her swiftly but smoothly pull the fabric outward from her breasts briefly before covering them again. In that 2 seconds I see the ultra hard nipples and aureole puckered from the cold water and her mischievous grin.

I end up playing volley ball too, but other than hope and expectations, the occasional brushing touch and the eyeful she presents, the only bit worth mentioning is a brief squeeze of my semierect cock as she moved past me once. When she gets out of the pool (after me) I bring a towel over to her. She is facing me and as we chat I manoeuvre so I am in the corner of the undercover bit outside the pool hut and her back is to everyone. The huge towel is around her shoulders and back right down to mid thigh and while we chat she casually pulls the fabric of her top away from both of her breasts, never breaking eye contact with me. I smile and tell her she is a tease. She says “It’s no tease.”

When someone wonders up, she just pulls the towel over herself a bit. Her nipples are so erect I can hardly stop myself from sucking them. She says “I told you I have great tits.” I say something like “yes you did” but I am distracted because she is casually playing with them as we speak. Squeezing them and rolling the nipple between her fingers. I ask her if she is enjoying herself.

She says something like “I love the feel of my body. My skin gets so soft when I get turned on. I’m enjoying watching you want me. I love the way the guys have been staring when they think I’m not looking. It turns me on. Now watch carefully.” Her hand slips down the front of her bikini bottoms and I watch helplessly as I see it move between her thighs. Her breasts are still bare to me when she says “I’m quite wet you know.” Her eyes lock mine and her hand keeps moving and she says, suddenly business like, “This is a work Christmas party. It’s all without prejudice. I won’t be working here next year and I’m moving to the US anyway. I’m a little pissed but I know what I’m saying. I’ll be clear, I want to fuck you. I’ve been thinking about where and how and this is what I reckon…” Her hand comes out of her pants and she covers her breasts with the towel. “If you’re interested.”

I say “I’m all ears,” and she escort çakmak opens the towel again with a grin.

“I hoped you would be! There is a gym type thing near the garage. It’s got a door direct from the outside. I unlocked it a little while ago. After you guys stumble through your next set-”

I interrupt “Our last one.”

“Oh good,” she says, “Just wander outside, down the side and come on in. I’ll be waiting.” Her smile is great. So brazen and sure of herself, of her desirability. She looks over her shoulder and then back at me. “Why don’t you have a preview. Touch me.” So I do. I can’t not. It seems pretty harmless. Less than a lap dance. My hand cups her breast, feeling it’s resilient weight. I squeeze the nipple. Her skin is cool and a bit wet. She sighs and squirms a bit, “Nice, but I didn’t mean there.” I hesitate. She looks over her shoulder again and everyone is moving back inside or over to the outdoor bar on the other side of the pool. For a brief time we are unnoticed. “Now or never.” She says as she pulls the front of her bikini down. I slide my hand down the front and feel the cool dampness of her pubes, then the wet heat of her slippery lips. As my finger slips inside her tight pussy she grabs my wrist, pulling my finger deeper into her and says “Imagine that feeling around your cock. I’m imagining it already.” She covers her breasts and turns away as she says “Remember, I’ll be waiting.”

The sun is down and I struggle through the set. Apart from being pretty drunk, which actually seems to improve my playing, Jo is in the crowd dancing, or over by the bar. Wherever. I track her around the room. She was just wearing her bikini with the towel around her waist for a while. At one stage someone pulls the string undone at the back and she does the decent thing and covers herself, but not before a lot of people have seen her hard nipples and jutting tits. She uses this as an excuse to slip into the room and get changed but she closes and locks the door this time, and just as well. A couple of the drunk lawyers grab a camera and try to open the door. When she comes out she has changed into a tight pair of low cut jeans and a gauzy top with a floral design on a black background through which you can see her black lace bra. Her hair is out and she looks hot. I’m not the only one to notice. We play the same song in this set she was singing to the first time and she does the same routine as before. This time when she turns to face me she is grinding her ass and giving the crown a show they hoot and show appreciation for. While looking at them over her shoulder her body is bent forward toward me and her top gapes showing me her skimpy, almost transparent bra.

The song ends and I launch into the old standard strip rhythm and one of the guys on guitar picks it up straight away. I learnt the routine when I played drums in a school play and one of the guys dressed in drag was doing the feather boa bump and grind thing as part of one scene. Because Jo is centre stage all attention is on her. Everyone is pissed and rowdy and without exception the encouragement and cat calls surge, even from the girls. She mock frowns at me and then starts to bump and grind her hips in time with her ass to the crowd and her hands over her head. She really knows how to play a crowd . She undoes a few buttons facing me then turns to the crowd. She opens her top a bit and points at her bra questioningly and the roar of approval is palpable. Her hands slide up her back and I see her undo the clasp. She makes a show of pulling it out through the sleeves but does this with her back to them again. Her breasts are visible quite clearly through the thin gauzy fabric, but the design makes it a little less blatant. All the same, the firm round shape of her tits is quite visible, as are her nipples. She slides the fabric aside for me and I can see her nipples are very erect. Then she spins to the crowd, still doing the bump and grind to the music and starts swinging the bra over her head before letting it fly. It lands across one of my cymbals.

To use the age old adage, the crowd goes wild. They can see her breasts bouncing inside the shirt, and quite bit of skin as the top moves around with the buttons undone down to her belly. Even the girls are having fun.

Then she starts slowly undoing the button fly on her jeans and the tension in the room increases. I start to wonder how far this will go. Everyone is pretty drunk and Jo is pretty horny and about to leave town, so I’m expecting a good show. She finishes undoing the fly, kicks her clogs off and then – Whoosh – the jeans are around her ankles. There is a clumsy moment as she pulls them off her feet and then she stands up straight with a flourish. Her ass is to me, and the pale globes of her firm cheeks are split by a tiny black g string. She steps back into her clogs and I realise that she is not going to take the g off. But as she turns her ass to the appreciative crowd I see her wink at me and undo the remaining two buttons on her top. She opens it while still facing me and lets it slide down her back. As she looks over her shoulder I feast on the firm, jutting breasts bouncing with her raunchy movements and the hard nipples. I can see her pussy lips through the lace of her g string. She is so sexy. When she turns to face the crowd she closes her shirt and they boo good-naturedly and scream for it to come off. I am thinking it won’t, but then she just flings it open, off and starts swirling it over her head like the bra. Everyone is cheering.

I am working in a software company as an engineer and was sat right adjacent to the office where my lady boss’ room is. I have been watching and drooling about her ever since I joined the company.

She’s about 38 and stands at 5’3″ with long golden hair down her shoulder. She has a habit of wearing those tight silky blouse but would be rather conservative about her skirt, normally wearing knee length type of skirt… but you could see her legs are slender on closer look at the firm outlines of it through her skirt.

I would take my chances to get close to her whenever I can… especially when she goes to the pantry and I would ‘accidentally’ bum into her at a corner. There was a couple of times I would actually kiss her accidentally when we turn the corner, she has got such luscious lips…

I decided to take my action one evening, knowing she always stays at work late. Everyone being away… I took a cup of coffee into her room, spiking it with a colorless powder I bought that would stimulate the sexual desires in a person.

I knocked on her door, and smiled… “hi Mabel, thought you would like a coffee… she smiled and asked me in for a sit… she’s wearing a really tight pink blouse and I could see the buttons of it bursting at the seams… an outline of her black lacy bra visible between it. As she stood up towards me, I could see she is wearing a dark blue long skirt and black escort acıbadem stockings on her usual black heels.

I hand her the coffee… watching her sip it. I start to chat with her, making sure she finished her cup of coffee, then started to ask about what she does for her social life…

At this time, both of us are sat on her sofa… and I look at her passionately, telling her how beautiful and sexy she is, slowly letting her know how I like the way she dress… she smiled and I could see her cheeks getting warm, I took the opportunity, saying I like the way her fair skin looks, asking if I may touch it for awhile. She gets a little shock but smiled and nods her head… I move in closer towards her and rests my hand gently on her cheeks, noticing that it feels warm… gently caressing it… my lips getting rather close to her… looking into her eyes… telling her she looks so beautiful… suddenly giving her a kiss down her lips… I waited for her to resist but she didn’t, the spiked drink probably taking effect on her and making her feel the desire to be kissed.

I took this as encouragement to kiss her more passionately, my tongue entering into her mouth… my other hand moving down her neck… caressing her neck, touching her… finger feeling down her neck… flipping the buttons on her blouse open… then unclasping the front escort dudullu of her black lacy bra…

She suddenly gasped as I cupped her bare breasts which came off after the bra was released. I could tell she was shocked and probably did not know I had worked my way to undress her… she wants to turn me away but I was not going to stop now. I pushed her down on the sofa and lay on top of her, pinning her down… mouth sucking on her tits, rubbing it… kneading it until I hear her moaning softly, yet saying “please, please don’t.”

I pretended not to hear her pleas and went on to push her skirt upwards until it was around her waist… my hand slipping into her panties and rubbing her hairy pussy up and down… all this time my mouth still licking her tits… sucking it… mouthing it… then my tongue licks down her cleavage and licks round her belly button. Licking round and round her belly button, then sucking it… she lets out a soft moan as I suck it.

I stood up and look at her, seeing that she had closed her eyes and was just moaning to herself. I smiled and knew she was enjoying this, prompting unzipping my pants down and flipping out my erect 7-inch cock. She must have heard my zipper and she was shocked to see me caressing it in my hand. She started to want to run away but I pulled her by the hair and carried her up easily… escort kavacık pulling off her skirt next… I lay her flat on her stomach on her desk and stretched her hands over her head with one hand… the other hand pulling down her panties and pushing my erect cock between her legs before she could close them up.

I did not enter her first but instead work on teasing her and getting her more wet. I tore down her panties and tied her hands with it… then with my body on top of her back, I forced her to move to the front of her desk with her boobs falling down the edge of the desk, with her tits pointing downwards… I then work with both hands to rub her tits as it dangle erect downwards… slapping it sideways while my cock starts to rub along her ass. She was moaning all the while and this excites me more as I moved to push my cock into her… gosh she feels so tight and she screamed when I entered her crack… I start to pump into her hard until my full 7-inch was into her. With my hands on her round bum, I slide as far in as I can and started to rock her bum with my movements… pushing in and out of her again and again. Her bum swayed seductively as she tries to struggle in pain and this caused me to grip her bum even tighter and suddenly I felt I needed to explode, and a huge ball of cum exploded inside her ass. She screamed out loud and virtually fainted. I lay her back on the desk and rest back in excitement. I could see her teary eyes sobbing and the whole table was a mess.

I told her not to tell anyone about it as I have taped the whole lovemaking down, telling her I would like her to start dressing up as I told her. I asked her to dress up and follow me out so I could plan her dress for her.

To be continued…

Anna woke up to the remembrance of a wonderful night. She stretched luxuriously and smiled to herself. With a contented sigh she stood up. The warm morning sun breached the glass barrier that was between them and softly illuminated her pale skin. It painted beautiful shadows on her body and gently warmed her. It caught in her hair and the scattered light painted each strand a delicate gold color. Her warm amber eyes reflected some of the gold. Without realizing it Anna unconsciously became a canvas and the sun’s rays a paintbrush held by a master hand. She slowly, cat-like walked to her bathroom and took a shower. The warmth of the water brought to mind the warmth she had experienced just a few hours before. Closing her eyes she remembered.

… Ring Ring….Bring…Ring Ring…Br… “Hello,” the groggy voice was Anna’s. She glanced at her clock radio and thought to herself, “Who in the world would call now?”

“Hi Anna its Levi.” A warm soft southern drawl assaulted her senses and Anna immediately woke up.

“Levi? Oh my gosh. How are you?” Anna smiled to herself. Every time she heard his voice her body responded to it. To her his voice was like warm, melted butter on freshly popped popcorn. They chatted for a bit and Anna could not help but begin to touch herself. She ran her fingers lightly across her stomach, grazing the nails against her skin. Lazily her index finger dipped into her belly button that graced a pretty escort beykoz stomach. The finger with its oval light pink nail then traced its way up to her breasts and finally rested in her mouth. She sucked a little and then moved her hand back down to her breasts. Very carefully she touched her nipples and felt them spring to life. The sensation felt so wonderful that she moaned.

“Is everything ok Anna?” Levi’s concerned voice filtered into her mind. Surprised she said yes a little to quickly. Anna was mortified and hoped that he did not know what she had been doing, but Levi did know. If she could have seen him she would have caught sight of his devastating smile and eyes that twinkled with a plan. He wanted to hear this woman moan again and he was going to make it happen.

“Anna, don’t stop. Please continue and tell me what you are doing.”

Anna was startled again, but a slow smile spread across her face. She and Levi had cybered once, but nothing else had ever happened. She thought to herself that she would love to make him cum, and she took him up on his request. Telling him everything she was doing she spread her legs and placed a pillow under her hips. Her hands massaged her thighs and flowed up in twin paths over her curves to her breasts. She cupped and kneaded them. On the other end of the phone, Anna could hear Levi’s breathing become heavy and she smiled escort sancaktepe to herself.

She continued touching herself. Her smooth slightly rounded stomach felt good to her hands and she used her nails to cause sensations to rip through her body. Anna began to moan and she felt her juices begin to flow. Her thighs parted and Anna let a single finger dip into her well. It was full of smooth fluids and she gasped as she began to stroke herself. Her pussy felt like warm silk to her sensitive fingertips and she basked in the joy of touching her soft folds. Soon though the simple joy of touching transferred to the joy of being touched. Anna concentrated on what her finger felt like to her pussy and began to feel herself tighten. Smiling she breathed out to Levi. “Levi honey, I am going to touch my pretty clit. Oh its so hard. Don’t you wish you could see it? It’s very pretty.” That last part had been a stroke of genius on her part. She had placed a small mirrored compact between her legs, and found that she was very turned on watching what she was doing to herself.

Levi moaned and listened to the devastating things that Anna was saying. He knew he wanted her and his hands began to stroke his hard cock. It felt so good. His hand began to pump up and down and he sighed as he listened to Anna’s soft voice moaning and describing in great detail what she was doing. He began escort bağdat caddesi to pump faster, but slowed a bit realizing that he wanted to cum with her. He silently prayed that she would place her fingers in her cunt and gasped with pleasure when her sweet voice came across the wires, “Levi I have my index finger in me… oh honey it feels so good.

Wiggling around as deep as it will go. Oh I am so wet. Dripping. Mmmm it tastes so good. Honey with my finger in me like this I can place another in my ass would you like that sweetie? Hmm do you want me to fuck my ass and my cunt with my fingers?”

Levi gasped. Imagining Anna on her back with her fingers shoved into her ass and cunt almost blew his mind. He hoped Anna was going to cum soon, because he knew he couldn’t take much more. His hand pumped up and down over his cock and in the back of his mind he was surprised how hard he was. Anna could hear Levi gasping and moaning. She could her his bed springs working as he fucked his hand. Her body began to tighten and she thrust once then twice more. She came suddenly loud and long. Levi heard her wild cry and he too came spurting long trails of sticky semen over his stomach and bed. A few minutes went by and Anna thought to herself how wonderful that had been.

She lay on her bed her fingers pumping in and out of her sopping cunt while Levi on the other end of the phone played with his limp penis… Anna came back to the present with a sigh. Her mind began to work, and in the space of a few minutes she knew that very soon she was going to call Levi, and invite him to come over. Anna smiled a slow smile as she looked into the small compact she had used just a few hours previously.

“That way he can actually see me,” she thought to herself.

The End?

Gayle didn’t live a sheltered life, but a modest one. She was a good girl all through High School, and even stayed a virgin in college with her first boyfriend at 18. That doesn’t mean she didn’t do things to please her guy. She adored the feel of his hardening cock in her hand, and would open her legs wide for his exploring fingers. They diddled each other into sweet teen bliss for weeks. The first time she bent down to take that turgid tool between her lips, she wasn’t sure what to expect, but she soon learned she loved a thick long cock in her mouth, and the moans of her boyfriend drove her on.

But sweet Gayle stayed a virgin all the way to her wedding night, a hard task for a 24 year old woman. Her High School sweetheart was long gone, but she had met David Stevens, a sweet man who adored her and always put her first. Finally she gave it all to him, all of her being, all of her love. David wasn’t as big as the few guys in her past, but since they had never been inside her love canal, she didn’t seem to care. She loved her husband and all that he gave her.

As the years went by, things slowed down and people fall into ruts. Gayle was happy and she thought their amorous life was enough, but David wanted more, more from her and more from himself. He thought she was the sexiest woman on earth and deserved all he could do to make her happy. He bought toys, dongs and dildos, always ever larger, always bigger than himself. He wanted to fill her, to stretch her and know that she was satisfied.

“How is that?” He asked her as he slowly reamed out her stretched pussy with a jelly dong.

“It’s OK.” Gayle had her knees wide and her feet up on his shoulders as he knelt at the bed with an eyeful of her snatch. “Why does it have to be so big?”

“Don’t you like it?” He didn’t stop though and twisted the dong with each thrust inside of her. “Would you like it if it was real?”

Gayle was never sure how to answer those questions. Even when David introduced her to erotic fiction, he always seemed to share stories of wives with bigger men. She liked his pussy play and was getting used to the bigger sizes, but he seemed to want to share her, and she wasn’t sure how she felt about that… not yet.

Denver in spring was the best time and place for shopping. And for a sleek bodied brunette like Gayle, everything looked good. She took a little sabbatical into the city for a few days in a very nice hotel every year. David happily made all the arrangements this year, making sure his wife got her usual suite. He seemed excited when she was ready to leave, and when Gayle went to the PC to see an ad her friend sent her, she found out why. She had opened email on David’s side of the computer and there was an answer to an ad, an ad that David seemed to have made.

“Seduce my Wife,” the heading said, and there was a long back and forth conversation of messages. Gayle’s mouth dropped as she read them all. Her husband had sent pictures and he had even received some. She sat down, still in shock and a bit pissed, but looked at her prospective seducer. He was tall and dark, with sexy wavy hair on top, but still neat and.well trimmed “Probably Italian.” she thought to herself. She scrolled down further and there it was. He had sent a nude photo. His cock was long as he held it next to a beer bottle as proof. “Probably David’s idea” she said to herself, but a smile came across her lips as she thought about this hot stud wanting her. She was in shape and her boobs weren’t big, but on her petite frame they filled the bill nicely. “A little flirting might be good for me.” Gayle said out loud before before finishing her packing.

“Be sure and call me when you eat, baby, then I’ll be home. Don’t make me worry. And you should get your hair done, really take care of you.” David told her excitedly.

“Um, OK. Thank you, sweety.” Gayle kissed him before going to the waiting cab. “I will.”

The Crawford Hotel was as beautiful as ever after it’s renovations. Gayle loved staying here because it was right in between Sakura Square and all its shops and the Museum of Art. The Oxford was just down the street, but it was more of a business hotel, and she didn’t like the bar. The Crawfords bar was down a ramp and under the lobby and then had it’s own elevator just outside its entrance. She checked in and let the boy take her bags as she took David’s advice and got her hair done, just a light trim and soft curls to frame her slim neck. She felt pretty and was ready for shopping.

6 o’clock and David’s credit card wasn’t maxed, but it was a start and Gayle had some lovely things, some downright sexy. She freshened up in her room and got out one of her new dresses. It was gold and strapless with a high hemline that hugged just under her cheeks. “Panties wouldn’t do with this one, but a thong…” She thought wickedly. With matching little sandals, she was ready to see her “Seducer”. She called David, like he asked, and knew he was calling Matt the moment she hung up. escort soğanlık

Gayle didn’t have to wait long. She was only halfway through her dinner when the tall stranger finally sat next to her where she ate at the bar. She just glanced over, but there was that dark wavy hair and he flashed her a perfect toothy smile. She started to get a little nervous knowing what was coming.

“Do you mind if I sit here?” He started with a deep baritone voice. Gayle looked past him at all the other empty seats he could have chose at the bar. He saw her examination and added coyly, “It’s just that I notice you’re eating and I was going to get dinner too, and… I hate to eat alone.”

“Sure, I understand.” She responded noncommittally, letting him play his game.

“I’m Matt by the way.” He flashed his smile again and let his deep brown eyes wander down her body.

“Hi, Matt. I’m Gayle.” She didn’t offer it but he took her hand and kissed it.

Matt ate the chopped steak sandwich and bought drinks for the both of them. They chatted about the hotel and Denver in general, but he seemed to stay away from her family life. Gayle felt comfortable with him and told him all about her day and some of the sexy things she bought.

“Is that one of them?” He asked, indicating the short gold dress. “It’s really stunning on you.”

Gayle loved his compliments. He was being so charming and the wine was flowing, she had to remember this was a set up and was planning to just say goodnight to him in the end. Matt asked her to dance and that was innocent enough, so she followed him to the floor. It was a Friday night so there was already a crowd on the floor. Matt kept her in reach and always seemed to have a hand somewhere on her body. It encouraged Gayle to move ever more provocatively for him. She put her hands up in her blonde hair and gyrated her hips as she slowly turned away from him. Matt’s eyes were glued to her hot tight ass, which is where she wanted them. She looked over her shoulder teasingly to him, with her head cast down so that her eyes peeked over her shoulder coyly. The taunting innocence of that look and the vulgar churning of her bottom pushed Matt to finally step forward and press himself against her.

Gayle felt his groin spooned to her and she began to grind dirtily into him. Matt followed and they did a rhythmic dry hump on the dance floor. She could feel his stiffening cock pressed to her, and remembered how big it looked in the picture. They got a few looks, but not many, until Matt playfully grabbed her blonde mane and theatrically smacked on her grinding ass. Gayle was a little shocked but reveled in the naughtiness of the spectacle. She turned around laughing and the tall Italian pulled her into him again. He had to bend down but he licked right up her jugular and then kissed it.

Things stopped, or just Matt did, but right then he was her world. “God, I want him.” She thought.

“Sorry, that was a bit forward.” He nearly had to shout.

She looked around and back to his face, a bit confused. “It’s OK.” She tried to assure him.

Still he took her hand and pulled her from the dance floor and back to their bar stools where things were a little quieter. He bought her a new glass of wine before he started.

“I can’t do this.” He began. He moved in closer and she was staring into his deep brown eyes. Gayle stayed quiet and let him tell her the whole scheme. “Your husband knows you’re here and he sent me to seduce you.” He started. Gayle knew the whole plan of course and right now she wasn’t upset about it. She wanted him, but she let Matt continue. “You are so sexy. I don’t think I could have you for just one night and I’m starting to think it’s not right to trick you like this.”

Gayle was speechless. He wasn’t rejecting her, but she was so horny right now his speech was a bit frustrating so she decided to be honest too. “I knew” she simply confessed. Now it was Matt’s turn to look confused.

“What?” He asked incredulously.

“I knew the whole plan. I found the emails,” she paused and looked down to his crotch. “and liked what I saw.”

Matt’s confused look turned into a grin but still he was apologetic. “Still, you shouldn’t be tricked into anything.” He took her by the elbow again. “Let me see you out of here.”

She didn’t argue with his gentlemanly attitude. Gayle was flattered that he thought of her feelings and not just her body. Finally outside the bar, they waited for the elevator.

“Again, I’m sorry,” he began, “and if you decide on your own…”

The doors opened and Gayle threw her arms around his neck and a leg around his. She kissed him deeply, shutting him up. It was hard at first to throw herself at this tall hunk but soon he was lifting her up, his big hands cradling under her butt cheeks. They practically fell into the elevator, but she wouldn’t let go. The hot blonde had decided what she wanted, and she wanted escort esenyalı him. She punched at the buttons, hoping she hit her floor. She felt his hands roam her body and she pressed herself into his solid chest. He was just about to devour her throat when the doors finally opened on her floor.

“This is me.” She said breathlessly. Before she could break away, her swarthy stud scooped her up into his strong arms. She felt little being carried like this, but she wrapped a hand around his neck and pulled herself into his throat, taking her turn to nibble. Finally at her suite, he put her down in the living room and they began their kissing and pawing all over again. She felt him move his hands up her body, slowly lifting her breasts and rubbing the nipples under his palms. Gayle gasped as he hit all the right buttons. His big hands went gently around her throat and he kissed her deeply while his fingers toyed with her earlobes. She felt his hands push down on her shoulders and she didn’t resist.

On her knees for him, she looked up in the darkness and without direction reached for his buckle. She couldn’t help but rub her hand along the bulge there, and once she opened the front of Matt’s pants she eagerly reached in for his tool. It was a monster and it still wasn’t hard. She had seen it in a picture but now it was warm and pulsing in her hands.

“You like it?” Matt asked in the moonlit darkness.

“How big is it?” She asked back.

“8 and a half inches” Matt responded quickly, as if asked often enough. “And it’s nice and thick.” He finished slowly.

Gayle began to stroke it; fondling it in her hands. She could feel it swell as she played with it. The throbbing of it getting stronger. She took both hands and ran them down the shaft, her face getting closer to it as she did so. The head perked up from the attention and the cock stood straight out. Matt stood stoically, letting her inspect and admire his package, not interrupting her awe until she actually asked…

“Can I suck it?” It sounded so sweet and a little timid.

“Just the head.” He said teasingly, but she obliged.

Gayle stretched her lips to get that fat mushroom in her mouth without scraping it on her teeth. She took in just the bulbous head and closed down on it in a retreating kiss, like a girl with a big spherical sucker, opening again and again to let her lips drag on his sensitive cock flesh.

“Mmm,” she moaned before licking now at its tip.

Matt had dropped his pants and stood with muscled legs spread. He reached for the blond top of her head and pulled her to him. “Suck it.” He said simply, and pushed his dick through her stretched lips.

Gayle steadied herself with one hand on his hairy thigh and the other gripped at the base of his cock. Her eyes went wide as it hit the back of her throat, but she quickly remembered what to do; her first boyfriend was long and she had learned to deepthroat. She relaxed now and let it slip past her uvula and into her gullet.

“Oh baby.” Matt responded with pleased encouragement as he felt it slip into her throat.

Gayle’s muscles involuntarily swallowed over and over, trying to get the meat past her windpipe. This made the cock even harder, but she was forced to finally come up for air. She coughed a little but stroked the very wet shaft as she caught her breath and then took it back in to slurp it down once more. With loud slurping noises she took it to her throat again and the tall Italian wrapped a hand in her blonde tresses. He let her move back and forth on it, but her hair was held like reins in a masterful hand. She looked up at him and he smiled.

Matt took her hands and brought her up from the floor. He wrapped his long arms around her curvy body and slowly drew down her zipper. His mouth was on her throat as he slipped her out of the new dress. Gayle reached up to undo her bra but he smacked at her hands and whispered into her ear.

“I’m in charge of this.”

She didn’t know why but she liked that. Instead she wrapped her hands into his hair as he feasted on her neck. She felt his fingers run over the material, teasing her flesh underneath. His hands pressed them to her chest and then softly squeezed the ample mounds of flesh, until he finally slide the front clasp apart. He rubbed the newly exposed nipples with his palm, gently in circular motions. Gayle’s legs involuntarily spread and her back arched, pressing herself towards him. Matt rewarded her lustful show by trailing down her throat and between her soft bosom. His hands held tight to her lower back as he suckeled the pink rosebud, and Gayle threw back her head and gave a deep sigh.

Matt’s tongue danced for a while over her ripe breasts, her nipples engorged with the thrill of his play and the thought that he was a near stranger and not her husband. Matt suddenly turned her and she felt that stiff rod pressed to her cheeks and his hands holding her tits escort güzelyalı like ripe melons. His mouth was at her neck and she couldn’t help but press back into him. He roamed her body with his fingers until her cupped her mound and lifted, with one finger pressing into the slit.

“You’re very wet.” He whispered the obvious in her ear.

Gayle just had time to purr before he pushed her face first into the bed. His hands gripped her ass and then his whole wrist slide up and down her slit and crack. She pushed back like a slut in heat for him.

“Do you want my cock?” He asked her as she blissfully gyrated against his forearm. “Do you want my cock?” He asked a little louder. “Tell me what this wet girl needs.” His arm stopped but his fingers splayed open her dripping lips. “Do you need dick?”

Finally Gayle answered softly. “Yes, I want it inside me.”

Matt smiled behind her and hefted his hard thick meat. “What do you want inside?”

“Your cock.” She looked back now with an almost pleading look on her face.

He pushed the thick head into her lips roughly and shoved half his cock in. Gayle’s tight pussy already began to spasm around this thick intruder. All her life only her husband’s much smaller cock had sheathed in her pussy.

“Do you like it?” He spoke clearly and a little loudly. Again he repeated it until she answered.

“Yes” Gayle barely got out and he rammed his thick meat inside her.

Gayle gave a loud gasp, but her thighs were pressed to the side of the mattress and Matt had her pinned from behind. Her pussy walls clenched again on him and her mouth hung open in silent cry as he began to pound into her. His hands held tight to her wonderfully rounded ass and he bucked his hips hard into her luscious pale thighs. Gayle’s fists clenched the bed sheet as she finally put her face into the linen and cried out a deep orgasm. She had never been so filled. Her pussy had been her husband’s alone and now it was being torn apart by this swarthy italian that showed no mercy.

Matt looked down at her bouncing ass. The flesh would go forward on every hard thrust. His face was set and with gritted teeth he rammed at this sexy housewife. ‘He would fuck her till she couldn’t walk’ He thought to himself. ‘She needed a fucking, and deserved a fucking, and he would give it.’ Her feet left the floor, so he wrapped his hands under her waist. She was like a doll being bounced on his groin. Gayle had bed sheet in her mouth, biting hard to keep from wailing. Matt could feel her cumming again so soon on his dick. He waited until she was deep within in her orgasm and he smacked her on the ass and plunged it home to bottom out in her love tunnel. His cock pumped it’s hot seed into her. Her own orgasm intensified and he stood still over top of her feeling his cock being milked by her convulsing quim.

She felt so empty when he pulled out of her. Matt crawled up the bed while she still lay half on it.

“Up here, little girl.” He said to her. Gayle looked and began to go forward on the bed. “Suck it.”

She stopped and smiled. That cock had destroyed her pussy, but her mouth knew how to handle it.

“No hands.” He seemed to reprimand as she reached for his still turgid staff.

Together they rolled to their sides and Matt pushed his dick through her lips. Gayle sucked it and tasted herself on it. Her cream covered him and it seemed frothy to her. She licked down its side and tongued the base.

“Clean it up, little girl.” He commanded in his deep baritone.

Gayle smiled inside and obeyed, licking it from base to tip and suckling the slowly softening head until she felt his hands on her shoulders and she looked up at him. His fingers brushed aside blonde hair from her eyes and she nestled in closer, her leg wrapped around his and her still hot, messy pussy pressed to his shin. Her eyes went back down and stared at the piece of meat level to her face until finally she fell asleep.

The sun poured into the room and Matt, already with a morning hard-on rubbed her shoulder to wake her up. “Hey sleepy girl.”

Gayle stirred from the crook of his arm where she must have moved up to in the night. “What time is it?”

“Morning! Now let’s go shower.” He popped from the bed and took her hand. “C’mon.”

She let herself be tugged to the bathroom where they stood naked together in steamy watery bliss. Matt soaped her up and seemed to love getting under her slippery boobs. For her part she reached back and stroked his semi-erect cock. She couldn’t get her fingers around it but Matt didn’t seem to mind. Just as quickly he took her back to bed and laid her still dripping body down. He knelt down with her legs pushed back and pushed his face into her sore little pussy. His tongue was gentle though and he took his time. Gayle began to purr under his care. He lapped at her labia and pushed in a solitary finger, strumming the nerves of her spot. Gently he rubbed but vigorously he licked until she was panting her excitement. Gayle reached behind her knees and pulled her legs up higher. Matt sucked her whole pussy before standing up and gripping her ankles. Her whole was drenched and open, so he shoved that fat dong to it. His body pressed on top of her and his cock hit the back of her wall. She spasmed around him but it hurt. Too big too soon.

She never really meant to sleep with the apeman but his cock was so impressive and he had taken her as if, having saved her from the crocodile, it was his right to take her as his own. She had found it all rather thrilling, if truth be told, to be treated as chattel by a man so raw and unformed as he was; so animalistic in his desires, where want equated to have and needs were sated as and when they presented themselves.

After all, she considered as she lay in his bower with his ape-pack guarding her, he was no more than an animal really. He had rudimentary language and writing, such as a young child might have but beyond that, and beyond his physical perfection, he was an ape playing at being human. The rules and norms of civilised society could not be applied to him in any circumstances.

She shivered with the excitement of her predicament: he had been gentle at first when taking her virginity but her pussy had known the onslaught was coming and had been so wet, in anticipation of the event, that his passage through her hymen had been relatively painless. It had been her lust (she blushed in shame at the thought) that had driven him on, had encouraged him to pound his cock into her repeatedly until he had emptied himself deep inside her.

She herself had fainted afterwards, having reached the peaks of delight on numerous occasions throughout the ordeal and now, thinking back on it, she found her hand rubbing gently at her mons like a wanton hussy. She lay there, uninterested in her present dilemma, waiting for him to return, wanting him to take her once again before she had to rejoin her father and the rest of their party, so recently abandoned on the shores of German Kamerun.

She supposed she would have to tell her fiancé, Robert Canler, would have to offer him the opportunity to withdraw his proposal, but she was sure he would not even though she could not bear the thought, escort sultanbeyli now, of marrying a lesser man than this Tarzan apeman. She knew that Robert saw her as his ticket into polite society and would forgive almost anything to achieve that, his most cherished ambition.

She hoped the apeman fucked and fucked her with his huge member until he put a baby in her belly; that they would be marooned here until after that baby was born and all society would shun her, her baby and any man whom she might thereafter associate with. Only that might be enough to dissuade Robert from marrying her.

She could not imagine any man she knew having a cock such as that she had recently experienced. She was certain that neither Robert, nor her father’s friend, William Clayton were gifted in that particular way. When they had seen her in her shift, the morning after being forcibly put ashore, they had been moved to attempt to hide their appreciation of her charms but she had seen the tell-tale bulges and, though they made quite an impression at the time, they were no match for the apeman’s monster! She remembered how she had described it:

“It was not without a certain delight” she had written in her diary “that I watched the reactions of William and Robert as I stepped out to join them for breakfast on that first morning. They were clearly experiencing much discomfit in the trouser department to such an extent that I prevailed upon them not to move as I would serve them their repast.

In doing so I came within such proximity that I might notice a clear distinction between the sizes of the two; a distinction that, to my dismay, required me to stifle my amusement at Mr. Canler’s expense; his is like to a boy’s when compared to Mr. Clayton’s which too seems not large, if my maid Esmerelda is to be believed, and I have resolved, escort şerifali once we are married, to refer to him as Bobbie; more fitting than the name Robert, with all of its masculine connotations!”

She would, she decided, inform her father and allow herself to be guided by his advice. He was no prude and, as she had been given no choice, he would not judge her harshly.

Even as she considered this she knew that when Tarzan returned she would be the instigator of another bout of fucking and fucking was the only way she could think of it as no definition of lovemaking would include the instinctive ferocity of their couplings.

This time, when he returned, she would do something she had read about in one of her father’s secret novels. She would suck his cock! Her limbs trembled at the sinfulness of the idea but her cunny became increasingly wet under her busy fingers as she waited impatiently for her godlike apeman.

It may have been half an hour before he returned, by which time Jane had brought herself off a number of times. He seemed literally to drop out of the sky onto the bower where she lay, his cock swinging crazily above her breasts, his boyish grin full of mischief. He was, she decided, not much older than she, perhaps even younger but her eyes were drawn again to his cock, to his wondrous cock and, to his obvious delight, she shyly reached out to grasp it.

His confusion was evident when she pulled it towards her face rather than between her legs (Obviously, she thought, apes do not fuck for pleasure in the same way we humans do) but any worries he might have had were replaced by a moan of pure pleasure as her tongue passed over the head of his cock and her lips engulfed his girth.

His natural urges took over then and he began to fuck her mouth with abandon as she struggled, with both hands, to contain escort söğütlüçeşme the length of manhood entering her mouth. It was so big and wet and hard and soft all at the same time that she lost herself to the task of accommodating as much of him as she possibly could. Now it was not enough as foreplay, now she wished to make him cum, to feel it in her mouth and in her throat. To have him soak her face and her hair with it and afterwards, to make him hard again, to bend over and have him take her as the rutting stag does a doe and as the hound takes a bitch!

She would stink of his cum, she decided, when she returned to camp. There would be no need to say anything, they would know from the smell of her that she was his, that whenever he wished he could call her and she would go to him.

Bobbie Canler might marry her but he would always be a cuckold where Tarzan was concerned. She knew this apeman was besotted with her; he would follow her to the ends of the earth. She would persuade him to by giving herself to him at every opportunity and by finding new ways to allow him to enjoy her and her, him!

Bobbie would have to make do with his leavings. Perhaps she would kiss him with her mouth full of the taste of her lover; perhaps she might force him to more intimate kisses full of the fruits of their earlier couplings!

The thoughts were erotic and compelling and raised her excitement to such fever pitch as would not be denied any longer. She withdrew his dart from her mouth and gesturing forcefully bent over, arched her back and opened herself wide to his assault. How eagerly he lodged his shaft in her sopping cunny. The noise made her laugh, a noise that quickly turned to a moan of pleasure as he buried himself to the hilt inside her.

He bit and scratched at her neck and back as he thrust, the way a wild dog might, but this was nothing as to her own behaviour. Her hand reached to grasp his buttock and drag him ever deeper into her, she would not release him. She could happily live the sum total of her years with that cock buried forever within her. It completed her. She would never let it go. This apeman’s seed would sire strong sons and daughters and she would happily remain in thrall to it for the rest of her life.

I woke up the next morning, alone in the bed. I sat up slowly and looked around the dark room. The heavy curtains were drawn, blocking out most of the sunlight, but where it parted slightly, bright, yellowish-white light broke through. I looked to my left and saw the alarm clock reading 7:30am. I remembered falling asleep, cuddled up with Jamie, but where could she have gone?

A look at the bathroom told me she wasn’t there. The door was ajar and the light was off. I sat up and leaned against the headboard mounted into the wall.

“She better not be getting us breakfast,” I said under my breath. The next thing I knew, the door was unlocking and in walked Jamie with two cups of Starbuck’s coffee; one hot and one cold.

“Good morning, Sleepyhead,” she sang as she let the door slam shut behind her.

“Good morning.”

“I got you a caramel Frappuccino, I hope that’s okay,” she said with a slight look of worry on her face.

“It’s my favorite, but, why…” I trailed off.

“I just wanted to do something nice for you after everything you’ve done already.”

I laughed. “As if last night wasn’t enough?”

“It better not be!” she playfully threatened.

I held up my hands, feigning defense. “Okay, okay. We can repeat last night as many times as you want. Just don’t kill me.”

She laughed and handed me my Frappuccino.

“How did you know to get me this?”

“I saw your mom on Facebook and asked. She said caramel was the flavor you tend to get, and I remember one time you getting a cold drink in the middle of winter.”

“It was in California, that doesn’t count.”

She laughed and sipped her hot caffeinated beverage.

“Well, what’s the plan?” I asked.

“Well, our next reservation is in Oklahoma City. Google Maps says it’s about five hours, so, with the truck and trailer, it’s probably a little bit longer, right?”

“Yep. That thing is a little slow, so it might add a couple hours or so. Probably best to keep each destination only a few hours away like that.”

“Then, we need to start getting ready to go.”

“What time is check out?” I asked, glancing at the clock.

She grinned mischievously. “Eleven.”

“We’ve got three and a half hours,” I said pointedly and threw the sheets off of my lower half. I was still naked from the night before and my dick was growing hard just from her presence. “I’m taking a shower, care to join me?”

We set our drinks down and I got out of the bed, heading towards her. She laughed nervously, backing away. As she did, she unzipped her colorful hoodie to reveal it was all she’d been wearing. I moved quicker and chased her into the bathroom. I caught her at the sink and spun her towards me, planting my mouth on hers. Her arms wrapped around the back of my neck, pressing us closer together. Her pert breasts mashed into my chest. I reached down and squeezed her tight ass, feeling the plush cotton of her sweats.

I pulled away from her, panting for breath. I turned on the shower to get it warmed up and then dropped to my knees. I pulled off her sweats to reveal her beautiful pussy to me again. She was so perfect; I was still in disbelief that she and I were really, finally together. I lifted her left leg over my shoulder and planted my face in her sweet love hole. She grabbed onto the counter behind her with one hand and onto the back of my head with the other for stability as I assaulted her pussy with my mouth and tongue.

Steam began to fill the room so I stood up and pulled her into the shower with me. I sat her down on the bench-like seat in the corner of the shower stall, knelt down before her and returned to pleasuring her pussy. She was already breathing heavy, pressing my face harder into herself.

“Oh yeah. Ffffuuuck. Oh my god. Stop, Jason, stop. Come up here,” she begged; and who was I to refuse her?

I looked up at her from between her legs, waiting for her next request. As I did, I slipped a finger into her pussy to replace my tongue.

“What do you want, beautiful?” I asked her.

“I want you.”

“How bad do you want me?”

She squirmed as I probed my fingers in and out of her. “I need you in me.”

“Beg me,” I commanded softly.

“Please, Jason. I need you, now.”

That was enough for me. I pulled her off of the seat and sat down on it instead. With her back to me, showing off her glorious ass, she lowered herself down, grabbing onto my meat to guide me into her we snatch. Once again her pussy hugged my cock, slowly filling her up. The hot flesh and flesh contact nearly sent me over the edge, but I gained control of myself, breathing deeply.

“God this feels good,” I said.

“Mmmm,” she agreed.

She began to slowly rise up and down my pole, leaning forward slightly and using my knees for leverage. I held onto her butt cheeks, admiring their perfectly round shape and milky-ness of her skin. I bucked my hips into her as she came down on me, her ass slapping against my pelvis. After a couple minutes, I lifted her off of me, turned her around and entered her pussy from behind. She looked so sexy as escort soğanlık she looked back at me over her shoulder. I pulled her back by the hips as I slammed forward, gradually picking up the pace.

I was amazed at the control I had, holding back my orgasm. I wanted to make sure she reached hers, but the sound of her moans was growing louder and faster as I sped up.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck, fffffuuuuuuuuuuck!” she began to grow louder and louder.

I leaned over her and grabbed her bouncing tits as I rammed into her pussy. It was this act that finally sent her over the edge. I felt myself reaching that end, too.

“God, I’m gonna cum,” I warned her as she came down off of her orgasm.

“Go ahead,” she said.

“What?”

“I stopped at the drugstore, we’re safe.”

“But-“

“Trust me,” she said.

I was at the end anyway and blasted my seed into her depths. She stood up and leaned against me as I finished off blasting my cum into her. Her lips found mine and we kissed deeply. I’d never been more in love with someone as I was with her. I just prayed she loved me just as much. So far, her actions were showing that to be true.

When I pulled out of her, she turned and pressed herself into me, kissing me again. The water ran down us as we made out under the showerhead. I enjoyed this as much as fucking her. The connection was more important to me than the sex even. Finally, we pulled apart and washed each other so we could pack up quickly and get on the road.

An hour later we were heading for Oklahoma City. But before that we stopped and filled up the gas tank. As the tank filled, Jamie went into the small store to get some snacks and drinks for the road. I leaned against the side of the truck and looked around the gas station. At the island across from ours, a woman filled her older model Civic while at the other pump a young, tough-looking guy filled up his beat up BMW. It wasn’t much to look at, probably a hand-me-down from Dad.

Jamie exiting the store caught my attention. She looked gorgeous in her tight jeans and black tank top. Her big round sunglasses added an element of class to her simple ensemble. Her red-lipped smile grew as she caught me watching her cross the gas station property. She looked down shyly; even from here I could see a little pink grow in her heavily freckled cheeks. I glanced over at the guy filling his BMW as he very obviously checked Jamie out as she walked by.

“Hey baby, what’s your name?” he cat-called at her. She ignored him and looked back at me again. I smiled at her as she completely blew off the jerk at the pump. When she reached me, she kissed me full on the mouth. If we’d been in private, I’d have taken her right there. “Bitch,” I heard the asshole mutter under his breath. If I heard him, she must have, too. But, she didn’t react to his insult; she just got into the truck and shut her door.

I looked across the gas station at the prick and half glared/half grinned at him. My look was to say, “I heard what you said, but I’m the one who gets to fuck this beauty later.”

“You got a problem, bro?” the guy asked.

I just continued glaring at him, not bothering to fuel the fire with any angry words. I didn’t want to give Jamie the idea that I was a violent asshole, but I couldn’t just let a guy get away with calling her a bitch.

“Say somethin’!” he threatened, bouncing his hands off his chest before spreading his arms in an invitation to fight.

I chuckled and looked away. The gas stopped pumping in the truck, so I pulled the hose out of the tank entrance and replaced it to the pump. As I waited for the receipt to print, I noticed someone walking towards me.

“Seriously?” I said to myself. The machine spit the paper out and I ripped it off as I turned to face the asshole trying to pick a fight.

“You deaf or somethin’, bitch?” he asked angrily.

“You’re calling me a bitch now?” I replied.

“Yeah, I am. You got a problem with that?”

I shrugged. “You can call me what you want, but you called my girl a bitch, too. I think you should apologize.”

“Fuck you!”

“No thanks, dude. You may swing that way, but I don’t.”

“You motherfucker,” he said, stepping closer. I stood my ground and was nearly nose to nose with him when he finally decided to stop. He may have had an inch or two on me, and could probably out lift me in the gym, but he’d insulted the woman I love. In my mind, no amount of muscles could stop me if it came to a fight. However, I was no slouch. I was a good 5’11” and just over 200 lbs myself. My job back home got pretty physical, loading and unloading the work van of the drying equipment needed for the jobs we did. They weren’t extremely heavy machines, but they weren’t light either. And I’d been doing it for about a year now, so my arms had grown a couple inches over that time.

“Look, I don’t want a fight,” I said and glanced up at Jamie’s open window. “Just apologize to the lady, and we can go our ways.”

“Did you miss the part where I said, ‘fuck you’?”

“No, escort esenyalı no I didn’t miss that. But, you can say what you want about me; I don’t give a flying fuck. However, shithead, you insulted my girlfriend, and that I don’t tolerate.”

I could tell this asshole was beyond words with me, out of my peripheral I could see his fists clench in anger. Then, quicker than I was expecting, he swung and caught me in the side of the head. My glasses fell off, but I caught them, miraculously, before they could get too far from my face. I pushed them back onto my face as I stood back up and rushed forward. I tackled the prick into the trashcan next to the gas pump and rolled away. I was on my feet before him, so I was ready for whatever else he had for me.

What happened next, I wasn’t expecting. He reached into his back pocket and pulled out a switchblade. I looked around and saw the patrons of the gas station just watching, except for the lady who’d been filling up her Civic, she was already on her cellphone talking to someone. She sounded a little frantic, so, I hoped she was talking to the police.

“Really, dude? A knife? You’re going to cut me up over this?” I said, backing away slowly with my hands raised up.

Suddenly tires chirped as a car entered the gas station grounds. The cop car screeched to a halt and two officers stepped out. Shithead stopped his advance on me, knowing there was nothing he could do with two armed cops on the premises.

“Drop the knife!” one cop shouted.

Shithead obeyed and kept his hands raised. I did the same, just to keep the cops at ease, hoping it would prove my innocence of the situation.

The cop who had ordered the guy to drop his knife stepped up, taking his hand off of his gun. He grabbed the guy’s wrist and twisted his arm behind his back, placing cuffs on him and escorting him to the car. The other officer approached me and I turned my back to him and placed my hands behind me.

“What are you doing, son?” he asked.

I looked over my shoulder and slowly turned back towards him, relaxing my arms to my sides.

“I was just making things easy for you, sir,” I answered.

“Just relax and tell me what happened here,” he said.

I nodded and explained the situation from my perspective.

“Did you throw any insults back at him to provoke a fight?”

“I did, but I’m naturally sarcastic, and it especially comes out when I’m scared or angry. This time, both were the fire behind it.”

“Tell me word for word how the conversation went.”

I did as he asked and the officer grinned, suppressing a laugh. He let a small chuckle escape, though.

“You’re either stupid or brave.”

“I think the two tend to go hand in hand, sir,” I said.

He laughed this time. “You’re probably right. So, do you want to press charges?”

“I just want him to apologize to my girlfriend for calling her a bitch.”

“That’s all?”

“He didn’t hurt me, sir. He insulted my girlfriend and I will let it all go if he apologizes.”

The officer nodded. I glanced at his name badge and saw that his name was A. Smith.

“If he doesn’t apologize, will you press charges?”

I shrugged. “I guess we’ll cross that bridge when we come to it.”

Officer Smith nodded and jerked his head to follow him. His partner, J. Rodriguez, met us halfway.

“His name is Jared Camp. He’s a student at the Community College nearby. He has a few priors for assault, a DWI and has numerous write ups for being drunk in public,” Rodriguez listed off Jared’s offenses in his past.

“We might have to take him in again anyway. You know, I thought the kid looked familiar.”

I looked over at the truck and Jamie was standing nervously, waiting for me to return.

“Um, sir?” I said getting the officer’s attention again.

He looked at me curiously.

“I’m helping her move back to California, and we really need to get back on the road.”

He looked over and saw Jamie standing there. She smiled and waved nervously.

“You’re with her?” he asked, forcing himself to look at me again.

I smiled and nodded, staring at her.

“We’ll talk to Jared and see if he’ll apologize or not.”

“Thank you, officer. Is it alright if I rejoin her?”

“Of course, we’ll be over in a minute.”

I walked quickly over to Jamie, she looked worried. “Everything’s fine. We should be out of here soon.”

“What happened?” she asked.

“Well, I heard him call you a bitch as you walked across the gas station, and I glared at him. He tried to pick a fight from his car and I ignored him. By the time I put the hose back on the pump, he was in my face.”

“I wish you hadn’t done that,” she said.

“Hey,” I said, gently, but firmly, grasping her by the shoulders. She looked me right in the eye. “No one will ever talk to you that way and get away with it. Not while I’m around.”

She smiled. “That’s sweet, but I don’t want you getting into fights every time someone makes a stupid comment, okay?”

“I’m sorry about that. escort güzelyalı It’s just…” I trailed off.

“What? What is it?” she asked, concerned.

“I’ve never been with someone as beautiful as you. Plus, we’ve been friends for so long. I’m just a little protective of you.”

She kissed me on the cheek. “And I love that you are. But, just try and pick your fights better, okay? Make sure it’s something serious if you’re going to fight for my honor,” she finished with a laugh.

“I’ll do my best,” I promised.

“Good. Here come the officers and the jerk-hole,” she warned me.

I turned towards them and waited for them to reach us. I kept quiet, but I was still angry with this guy. I did my best not to glare at him again, just to avoid making things worse.

“He’s agreed to your terms,” Officer Smith informed us. “Go ahead, Jared.”

He glared at me and then closed his eyes as he sighed heavily. Then looking at Jamie he said, “I apologize for what I said.”

“Thank you,” she said. “You’re forgiven.”

“And?” Officer Smith said, nudging Jared.

Jared glared at me. “I’m sorry for pulling a knife on you and for hitting you across the face.”

“Don’t worry about it,” I said. “I don’t blame you for trying to talk to her, but I won’t let anyone talk about her the way you did.”

He nodded, still angry. The officers removed the cuffs and he stormed off to his car and drove away quickly.

“You guys are free to go as well,” Officer Smith informed us.

I shook his hand. “Thank you for your help.”

“Not a problem, just doin’ my job. Have a safe trip,” he said and then he and his partner walked away. Jamie kissed me and then I walked around the front of the truck. I caught both officers taking another look at Jamie as they left. I grinned, knowing what I would most likely be doing with her later that night.

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When we finally arrived in Oklahoma City, six hours later, we were wiped. Luckily it wasn’t too late in the day, so we decided to nap before going out for dinner and drinks that night. While we stopped for lunch somewhere, I’d told Jamie that I wanted to take her out that night and she loved the idea. So, while we were stopped, she hopped on the fast-food joint’s wifi and looked up some restaurants near the hotel. She spotted a place that raved of great sushi, and since we both love sushi, we decided that was where we would begin our night. After that we planned to just drive around until we saw a bar that looked like it’d be fun to hang out in.

When we pulled up to the hotel, she ran inside and checked us in. A big thunderstorm we weren’t expecting had rolled in. We’d seen it in the distance, but we thought we’d beat it into town; we were wrong. A couple minutes later she returned with our key cards to our room. She directed me to the back of the hotel and we found enough parking spaces to accommodate the big truck like we had in Little Rock.

Our room was on the second floor this time. I grabbed my small bag and tossed it over my shoulder and ran behind her for the stairs. Even being under the protection of the roof didn’t help; the stairs were still open to the elements at each landing between floors, so the heavy winds of the thunderstorm blasted us with the pouring rain.

She reached the door first and opened it up. I dropped the bags inside and collapsed onto the bed.

“No! Don’t get the bed wet!” she squealed with a laugh.

“Oops!” I said and quickly got back up. I took off my shirt and she did the same. She had on a simple black bra that barely contained her breasts.

“Let’s lay out our clothes to dry while we rest up for dinner.”

I took the two chairs in the room and sat them next to each other and we began draping our clothes on them as we removed them. It was hard not to stare at her as she stripped off her soaking wet clothes. I picked up her black tank top and put it over the wooden back of the chair and did the same with my T-shirt. She then removed her skin tight jeans, but with difficulty. The rainwater had made them extra tight.

She was beginning to lose her balance, trying to pull her feet out of them, so I knelt in front of her for support.

“Let me help you with that,” I offered. She smiled down at me and placed her hands on my shoulders as I held the denim so she could pull her feet out. All that she had left on was her bra and matching bikini cut panties. She turned for me to show that they just barely covered her perfect bubble butt. She stopped, facing forward again, so I pulled off her underwear and she unclasped her bra. I kissed her thighs and she sighed.

“No, not now, love. Let’s rest for now. It was a long drive.”

“It wasn’t that long,” I chuckled.

“Yes, but you also got in a fight this morning and the rumble of that truck engine puts me out like a light,” she went on.

“Fair enough,” I said and then picked up her clothes and spread them on the rest of the chair.

“Now, you are way overdressed for our nap,” she said and dropped to her knees.

She unbuckled my belt and stared up at me the entire time she did. There was nothing more provocative than her gorgeous brown eyes staring up at me. I always got lost in them, like she was putting me under a spell. It was an unnecessary spell if she was. She then pulled off my wet jeans and draped them over the second chair and then did the same with my boxer briefs and then my socks.

I’d only been in my new place for a couple of weeks but it already felt like home.

Ebony and I had lived together for several years but now that she’d consented to marry her boss, it became necessary for me to move on. She knew that she would always be welcome if she wanted some extra-marital fun with me but I was actually looking forward to living solo.

With my share of the proceeds from the sale of our apartment and the money that my Granny left me I was able to buy my new home outright. It’s a brand new eco-friendly wooden cabin built to a modern award winning design and there are about sixty similar dwellings in a woodland setting of mature deciduous trees and evergreen shrubs. Mine is one of only ten that enjoy residential status and the others are mainly used as holiday homes or rented out to holidaymakers.

The ground floor is open plan with a stylish well-equipped kitchen diner and a lounge area with a spiral staircase that leads to a mezzanine floor with a wooden balustrade. The whole place is really light and airy and there’s ample space upstairs for my king-size bed, fitted wardrobes and easy chair. There’s a door in the far corner that leads to the spacious en-suite bathroom with a free-standing bath, large walk-in shower, basin toilet and bidet.

Thursday is my regular day off work and I had nothing particular planned. I was looking forward to a romantic evening with one of my favourite men but I decided that I would just spend the day writing and catching up with my correspondence. I like being naked when I write my sex stories so it wasn’t until around noon that I slipped into a pair of shorts and a skimpy top so that I could step outside for some fresh air.

All I could hear was the birdsong as I absorbed the beauty of my new surroundings and I’d only been outside for a few minutes when I saw two familiar figures heading towards me. Ryan and his personal assistant Karen are part of the management team that looks after the park and they both looked very smart in their crisp white shirts with black slacks.

We exchanged greetings and Ryan explained that they just wanted to finalise the service package with me as regards gardening and maintenance so I invited them in and they sat at my dining table spreading out some papers that they wanted me to sign. I made some coffee and within a few minutes the business was concluded so we just started chatting. They asked me how I was settling in and I told them how happy I was to be living here and that it was so convenient for work.

Karen asked me what I did for a living and I explained that I worked in a boutique selling exotic lingerie, adult films sex toys and suchlike. They both smiled and agreed that it must be an interesting job and started to quiz me further by asking the usual questions about trying out the merchandise. Karen said that she’d always wanted a vibrator so I gave her one of our catalogues and invited her to pop into the shop sometime where I’d gladly help her to choose the right one for her needs.

Ryan seemed quite taken aback by Karen’s forthright confession and jokingly said, “That’s all very well but you can’t beat the real thing.”

Karen instantly responded by saying, “That depends on whose real thing we’re talking about.”

I interceded with, “What’s your real thing like Ryan?”

He blushed and said, “not bad, not bad, I’ve never had any complaints.”

Karen and I looked at each other and smiled. Then she said to me, “Oh well I guess we’ll just have to take his word for it.”

“Not necessarily Karen,” I mused, “If you guys have got the time, the inclination and you don’t mind an audience, you can use my bed to find out what his real thing is actually like.”

Karen slowly undid the top two buttons of her shirt before easing her hand in and sensuously squeezing her breast. She was pouting at Ryan who escort çekmeköy seemed slightly embarrassed by this spontaneous and outrageous show of sexuality by his young colleague.

I suggested to him that we should take that as a ‘yes’ and although he hesitated at first he responded to Karen’s encouragement by starting to unbutton his shirt.

Very soon Ryan was bare chested and Karen was displaying her lacy white bra which revealed the heavenly cleavage between her ample breasts. Not to be outdone I peeled my top over my head and shook my mane of long blonde hair. I pushed my plump firm tits together and gently flicked my thumbs over my pale brown nipples.

Ryan was staring at my naked breasts as Karen approached and kissed him tenderly. She reached down to his groin to feel the stiffening bulge in his trousers and asked quietly, “Can I get it out?” Without even bothering to wait for an answer she unzipped him, slipped her hand under the waistband of his pants and eased his stiff cock through the opening.

Neither Karen nor I were disappointed when we saw what she was holding in her hand because Ryan’s hard cock was a perfect eight-inch specimen of meaty manhood. She gasped when she realised what he’d been concealing and said. “I like it Ryan, your wife is a very lucky woman.”

“As I said,” he replied, “I’ve never had any complaints.”

Karen bent forward and I watched as she gently pulled on his swollen manhood and gave the tip a few sensuous licks before opening her mouth and slipping her luscious lips over the first two or three inches. As she expertly sucked his delicious cock she released him for a second or two to say, “I wasn’t expecting to be doing this when I came to work this morning.”

Then as she tenderly slipped his cock back in her mouth I said, “It might even get better.”

Karen sank to her knees and put her hands on her thighs and it was such a beautiful sight to watch her taking Ryan’s cock right in to the hilt. She was clearly opening her throat to devour his full length and her saliva was dribbling down her chin. He was holding her head as he rhythmically used her willing mouth and I asked him, “Does your wife do this for you Ryan?”

He was moaning softly but managed to say, “She never has and I doubt she ever will.”

After a few more slow deep thrusts Karen pulled away, clamped her hand around his shaft pulling on it slowly as she looked up at him and demurely asked, “Do you need me anymore today Mr. Johnson?”

Ryan smiled and replied, “Yes Mrs. Woods, something has come up and I want you to deal with it for me.”

“Well you are my boss and I wouldn’t want you to think I was an unwilling employee,” She said,

We all chuckled and Ryan and Karen began to undress. She was wearing hold up stockings and micro panties to match her bra whilst he wore briefs that were straining to contain the huge bulge of his granite hard cock. For a few seconds we just stood and looked at each other. Then I undid my shorts and let them fall to the floor revealing my bald pussy and feminine slit. That signalled the fact that this was starting to get serious.

“Follow me you two,” I said as I led them up the spiral staircase.

There’s no ceiling as such in my new place it’s just the pitched roof clad in knotty pine with a huge skylight that bathes the area in natural light. As Karen and Ryan crawled onto the bed I sat in my easy chair hoping that I was about to witness a fully charged first time sexual encounter.

Ryan had already discarded his pants and was gently stroking his engorged manhood as he knelt behind Karen and pressed it hard against her back. His hands reached around and cupped her generous breasts as he bent forward and kissed the nape of her neck. One hand drifted sensuously down her slim torso and under escort içerenköy the waistband of her panties where his fingers found the warm soft flesh of her womanhood. She moaned softly as she reached round and gripped his stiff cock in her hand saying, “God Ryan I want you so much.”

He continued to kiss her neck and nibble her ear as he unclipped her bra and she peeled it off to expose her perfect firm breasts tipped by long erect nipples that were just begging to be sucked. In a final act of consent to sex with Ryan she slipped her panties off and spread her legs to show off the neatly trimmed triangle of pussy hair that pointed invitingly like an arrow at the cleft between her slender legs.

She lay back on my bed and spread her legs. Ryan responded by kneeling between them and ran his hands up her slim torso, over her ribs and touched her lovely breasts for the first time. She clearly enjoyed his gentle squeezing and she gasped slightly when he started to suck her young firm nipples. They paid no attention to me but I was quite happy to sit there and pleasure myself as these two attractive lovers performed for me.

Ryan then ran his hands down her body and over her tummy just brushing her pussy with his thumbs before sensuously peeling off her stockings. When she was completely naked he licked the silky flesh of her inner thighs then the entire length of her cleft to the succulent folds of her labia and the hard button of her tender clit. She began to moan softly as his finger penetrated her moist vagina and she didn’t object at all as he also tenderly probed her rosebud with his thumb until it went in.

“That feels so good Ryan,” Karen whispered, “You’re making me really wet.”

Further words weren’t necessary as Ryan withdrew his finger and sucked it dry of Karen’s feminine juices before shifting his body in readiness. Karen clearly wanted Ryan’s cock deep inside her but she enjoyed him teasing her a little by rubbing the tip over every part of her tender pussy flesh as she waited expectantly for the imminent stab of pleasure.

But the waiting was over and the moment had finally arrived with Karen softly whispering in a tone of mock indignation, “Mr. Johnson!” as Ryan penetrated her vagina for the first time with a single smooth thrust.

“Mrs. Woods,” He said quietly in reply then he started to fuck her gently and rhythmically with long slow strokes. Karen wrapped her legs around his and grasped his buttocks with both hands urging him to increase the tempo. Soon they were in perfect harmony and every time they thrust together Ryan’s pelvis collided with her sensitive clit as he buried his long thick cock deep inside the warm wet tunnel of her luscious vagina. She was so wet that I could clearly hear the slurping noises coinciding with the groans of pleasure that they were both making.

I love watching porn films but I was really enjoying this live sex show even more and I was masturbating vigorously. Luckily I’d put a towel on my chair to soak up my juices as they leaked out of me. I was seriously tempted to join in and perhaps one day they’d let me but on this occasion I wanted them to enjoy their sex without distractions.

Karen was making loud feminine grunting noises as Ryan thrust his meaty cock in and out of her willing body. Then she announced, “I’m so close Ryan, keep fucking me. Oh my God I’m cumming.”

Within seconds her legs began to tremble and she started panting as her orgasm engulfed her. I knew exactly what she was experiencing as the heavenly waves of ecstasy rippled uncontrollably through her whole body. Even when her panting subsided her eyelids were still fluttering, her cheeks were red and it was obvious that she’d just enjoyed a wonderful climax but she wasn’t finished yet.

She instructed Ryan to lie on his escort çakmak back and as soon as he did so she sat astride him in a reverse cowgirl position guiding his juice soaked cock into her dripping cunt. Because of where I was sitting I was able to watch every tantalising inch disappear into her grateful body then she closed her eyes and started to ride him hard and fast. I was tempted to say something but I decided to remain silent and let them pretend that I wasn’t even there.

After five or six intense minutes Karen said, “I want you in my arse,” And she raised herself up so that she could transfer Ryan’s cock the short distance between her vagina and her anus without losing contact. The fact that his cock was so slippery and she was so willing meant that even though she was tight, there was hardly any resistance. With just a few short thrusts and some help from Karen’s hand, Ryan was soon deep inside Karen’s anal passage.

They rolled onto their sides and the anal fucking was just so beautiful to watch. They were both grunting with every thrust and Karen started to rub her clit. I kept having to stop rubbing mine because I wanted my orgasm to coincide with Ryan’s. It was up to them to decide if he was going to cum inside her or outside but I was hoping to see plenty of his semen when he did finally ejaculate.

The anal sex and Karen’s vigorous stimulation brought about another seismic orgasm and she jolted as though she was getting electric shocks. She was muttering incoherently as the pleasure swamped her and no sooner had she started to come down from the high than Ryan announced that he couldn’t hold back any longer.

I immediately started masturbating hard in the expectation that I would enjoy a simultaneous orgasm with Ryan when Karen said the magic words, “I want it in my mouth.”

She disconnected from him and rested her head on Ryan’s tummy with her mouth open just an inch or so from the tip of his throbbing cock. It only took a couple of strokes before he made a long manly groan and his warm creamy cum started to spurt over her tongue into her mouth and onto her face. The first powerful stream went straight in almost without touching the sides and although she tried to catch it all there was so much that even her eye got spattered.

My timing was only just a little out of synch and as Karen licked the last few precious dregs of Ryan’s cum and greedily swallowed every last drop my orgasm hit me like an express train. I’m quite vocal when I cum and for the first time since it all started Ryan and Karen glanced in my direction as I enjoyed my self-induced ecstasy.

They smiled at me then they crashed backwards onto my bed spent and exhausted.

By the time we were all showered and dressed they’d been with me for nearly two hours and Ryan said that he hoped they hadn’t been missed at the office. Karen jokingly asked if she would be in line for the ‘Employee of the Month’ award and Ryan indicated that she might be. At that response she gave him a playful slap on the arm and jokingly said, “If Debbie Brown gets it again I’ll leave.”

I asked them if this was a ‘one-off’ or were they likely to do it again. Karen said that it was the best sex she’d ever had especially the anal, which was a new experience for her and she would love to repeat it. But she said that it wouldn’t be easy because although her husband is a good man he’s dull and possessive so she had little space to herself when not at work. They couldn’t use the vacant cabins on the site because they’d be sacked if they were ever discovered.

“Tell you what,” I said, “In return for a free laundry concession on my service package here’s one of my spare keys. I don’t work on Thursday or Sunday but you can use my bed any other time you like. Just try to leave the place as you found it.”

Ryan made the amendment to the contract and I handed over the key. We had a small glass of wine each to celebrate our new bonding and after we exchanged innocent kisses they left.

The next day when I came home from work I climbed the stairs to change and take a shower and there was no sign that anyone had been there apart from a single red rose on my bed and a card saying. ‘Thank you.’

Foreword to all that care. This is after all a fiction. The nicknames in this story have all specifically granted me permission to write a narrative including them in it. There really is a Stories and Authors room in the chat part of Literotica. But we all know that it is a “Virtual Place” (no one actually met). The author assumes no responsibility for any social transmitted diseases or unwanted pregnancies following this event hehe.

It was Friday night, and of course naturally everyone was online instead of going out to the bar for some reason. Of course it’s not 7 at night on Friday eeeeverywhere on the globe at the same moment. But then again, between 4, and 11 at night on Friday, well it’s still all Friday night correct?

Everyone was starting to show up in Stories and Authors. The normal silly comments were passed around. The usual hi hellos that make the darn window scroll by fast so your comment disappears before anyone saw it. But everyone was there by the median hour of like 9 ish. Tonight was supposed to be a great evening. The story glove had been thrown down. Some smooth talking dingbat with the nickname its Mr. Leslie had insisted on celebrating his birthday as an online thing in the Stories and Authors room. With his charmingly innocent and silly way, he had convinced everyone into attending in their birthday suit. Well a lot did that way at any rate So everyone without exception was loyally sitting at their computer, chatting the way mom had brought them into the world (well some of us looked a bit different).

Everyone had chimed in with the usual commentary and suggestive banter. The flirtations were a tad one sided. The was suggestions that the gang might get a private room until its Mr Leslie specifically commented that it was actually supposed to be a public silliness after all.

The girls signed on. There was Tweety Bird, Catalina, Chewey, Handcuffs, Pepperpot37, SexKitten, The girl formerly known as Gelf, Wild Wings, Cleopatra, Salacious Mind, Sun Comes Up, Saranade, and Aura. Its Mr Leslie checked them all off of his list (getting a considerable hard on while thinking of them all) Gee there must be at least 25 tits on view in here. Then he took stock of all the guys present (which made his cock go a bit limp but that’s ok). We have Moreorless, Chily willy, Night Ranger, Lemur, Richard Crawford, Extra, Thunder Dragon, Arg The Pirate, Sapper, and naturally its Mr Leslie. Using typical norms, that makes for 20 testicles and about 5 full feet of potential cock. That meant that there was 13 gals getting moist looking at those 10 guys, who being the generous souls they all are, were all trying to achive 6 feet of cock instead heheh.

Most of the room was fairly mature of age. But there wasn’t any lack of enthusiasm to go around.

its Mr Leslie suggested escort acıbadem as a way to get the party started that they all do the Macarena but naked. This was received by a combination of groans (from those that hate the fucking tune), and hoots from those looking forward to watching a great deal of bobbing and shaking going on. its Mr Leslie stated up a small portable stereo and the silly scene began. Tits flinging and cock bobbing. It was incredibly goofy looking. The hands on ass and gyrate hips part was perhaps a bit over embellished. This certainly broke the ice though.

Then Saranade a favourite of its Mr Leslie cut him out of the crowd and asked what was next.

“Well actually I was hoping everyone wanted to fuck actually” mentioned its Mr Leslie.

“Ooooooooooohhhhhhhhhh Leeeeeeeessssslllllliiiiieeeeee” cooed Saranade in a way she knew he liked. “Works for me”.

“God Saranade do you have aaaany idea how badly I want you to empty these balls?”.

“I would wager you want it pretty badly”.

Saranade casually ran her hand along its Mr Leslie’s shaft and made him groan vocally. She smirked when his cock began to emit fluids.

“Looks like the birthday boy has been waiting for tonight”.

“Ok Room, this is the plan, get fucked” its Mr Leslie stammered. Stammered because Saranade had crouched in front of him and was sure making herself at home.

The room filled with Whooohooos! As the girls and guys scoped out their targets. With 12 gals to 9 remaining lads though, some guys were destined to be worked over by more than one gal.

Tweety Bird with a hungry look and licking her lips started toward Moreorless.

“I missed lunch today Moreorless”

This made his cock twitch knowingly as she led him off to the side. Kneeling front of him she swallowed his tool and sent him off to lala land for the time being. He merely stood against the wall eyes closed and a damn good smirk on his face.

Catalina had he sights set on Chilly Willy.

“Ooohhh poor Chilly Willy, his cock must be soooo cold too. Come here babe and let me make it warm for you”.

Chilly Willy had his cock placed between her soft breasts and rubbed till she figured his hot dog must be getting warmed up. It seemed to please Chilly Willy a lot.

Chewey found Nightranger looking like a deer in headlights.

“Your mine dear. I have an itch care to scratch it for me?”

She bent over provocatively, giving Nightranger a glorious shot of her charms. He complied by sitting at here feet and began to massage away that nasty itch. It appeared that her itch was a wandering itch though. Try as he might he had trouble isolating it. In frustration he opted for covering all the bases and just rubbed everywhere. It was escort dudullu not easy to see if Chewey still had an itch.

Handcuffs her namesake well earned dragged off Lemur. She secured him to a poll in the room and asked Lemur if he had any heart conditions she needed to know about. He said he was fine. Whereupon she began probing the limits of Lemur’s ability to endure sensory overload with a feather. He laughing filled the room.

Pepperpot37 was greeted by Richard Crawford. Such a nice name you have she smiled to him. He took her in his arms and without fanfare lifted her up and then lowered her onto his waiting shaft. She rode him completely free of the concerns of gravity. Her legs embraced him as he held her aloft.

Sexkitten and Extra played a silly game of chase around the room. Her breasts madly flying about and his cock wildly swinging about. She was cornered eventually and he pushed her into a knelling posture and then chest heaving from the chase, he pushed himself into her charms in a doggie style position. She squealed from her captures decisive advances on her treasures.

The gal formerly known as Gelf and Wild Wings both simultaneously spied Thunderdragon. Thunderdragon zigged but Wild Wing was waiting in that direction. They over powered him and he was dragged onto the floor. The gal formerly known as Gelf pushed down his head and then brazenly squatted over him. She howled as her wet pussy was suddenly accosted by his hot breath and tongue. Wild Wing pounced onto his lap and began to bob up and down facing his feet fully impaled on his erection.

Cleopatra was last seen sneaking into a closet with Arg the Pirate. It is unclear if they engaged in any uncivilized behaviour.

Salacious Mind and Sun Comes Up both placed Sapper onto a nice bearskin rug so nicely left by a previous visitor. Sapper had Sun Comes Up lying on her back and he proceeded to drive his cock into her mouth. He did this as Salacious Mind reclined to receive Sappers tongue between her legs. Sapper did his best to concentrate on Salacious Mind but it was no easy task. Sun Comes Up was taking his entire shaft into her mouth and the humming she was producing was making Sapper go a bit crazy.

Back at its Mr Leslie, he was explaining how his thoughtless cock never allowed him the thrill of blowing his load in a woman’s mouth and would she care to force his cock to cooperate. She said that she was not overly skilled with that sort of thing but would at least attempt it. It was after all his 40th birthday. And that made it at least a decent enough reason to try for him. She began to pump his cock with her hands and then inserted him into her mouth and started sucking away on him. After a while of trying it has still showed no response escort kavacık so he suggested a break and he began to eat her pussy instead. Saranade squirmed as she was shown that he DID in fact have quite a strong tongue.

All about the room the sounds of joy, as well as groans and a lot of skin on skin could be heard. All manner of sexual activity was underway.

There were a few people in the room that were not specifically part of the “in crowd” for its Mr Leslie’s party. These people usually rapidly realized it was a private matter and either left for elsewhere, or in some cases just joined in and had some casual sex.

The party though had created a spectacle and there was apparently a lot of buzz in the other rooms. Some people came in and said a few words then went off to inform the other rooms.

The only unaccounted persons were Cleopatra and Arg The Pirate. Although the sounds coming from the linen closet made it clear they were having fun as well.

But sex if done right doesn’t last forever.

Around the room the heavy breathing was transforming in grunts and gasps. Then if on some sort of strange signal everyone began to cum orgasm shoot loads etc. Great streams of cum. Loads of female juices. Loud sighs and sudden bursts of OOOhh GODDDD were being exclaimed. Several ladies had their faces soiled with sperm. Several men had equally slick faces from being shoved into warm wet flesh. A few thrashed in the last throes of embrace as sperm was pumped deep into female anatomy. Handcuffs hooted and hollered as her torture bore fruit and she watched as Lemurs cock exploded a stream of cum straight out onto the floor burst after burst as he released himself from all her carefully selected tickles.

Its Mr Leslie was heard to proudly declare that he finally had his wish come true at last. Saranade stood near him casually licking at gobs of sperm that had managed to escape her mouth from when he had shot 7 full thick bolts of warm sap for her. His face was one of utter pleasure.

Then Saranade said out loud it was time for the birthday boy to get his spanks. He wasn’t entirely interested though. No matter, the guys held him over the couch as the girls all got in 40 smacks on his totally accessible bare ass. No one was trying to hurt him but after 13 gals and 40 smacks he bottom achieved a nice warm glow. He was let up, and he looked sheepish.

“Always wanted to try spanking, but I thought I would be the one spanking heheh”.

Then everyone went over to the snack table (yes there was a snack table, of course there is a snack table). It was an odd sight though. The gals all had a rosy hue and the guys, well most were standing in line waiting for the ladies (yes the guys are all proper gentlemen) and all the cocks happily dripped the remains of their owner’s sperm loads.

Everyone then had some munchies and sat around the room relaxing. But well lets face it the room was full of naked people. It wasn’t long before everyone was at it again. Although this time the pairing were not as frantic. But the evening ended with everyone quite spent.

Pity 40 doesn’t happen more than once eh.