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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“On your knees slut” I commanded.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You may speak now Beth.” I said.

“Thank you Sir” was all she said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Fuck me you magnificent bastard.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Prelude…

You are the exception to every rule I have.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The Beginning….

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

All you say to me is, “Wow.”

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

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

I think he likes me.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You’re beautiful.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Again,” I whisper to you. “More.”

“Anything you want, baby. I promise.”

To be continued…

It is storming outside. I hear the rain hitting my windows and the gentle rumble of the thunder. I don’t know what woke me up; it must have been the storm. I am turning over onto my stomach when the lightning flashes and I see a shadow of what looks like a person. I sit up and stare into the shadows but there is nothing there. Figuring it is just my imagination I lay back down and close my eyes. I roll onto my stomach and fall asleep.

I wake up to a tickling sensation on the inside of the thighs. I jerk in response and realize that my hands are tied together above my head; they are attached to a cord tied to one of the four posters of my bed. I hear your little rumble of laughter and my heart starts racing.

I feel something cold press into my back and you say “Don’t do anything stupid and make me use this. Listen to everything I say and you won’t get hurt. Understand?” As I nod my head you say: “Good, now I want you to roll over.” I am starting to shake but I roll over. With my arms raised above my head it pushes my breasts out, I hear you groan. I can’t see you, your face is in the shadows but I see a feather in your hand.

The feather rises up and the tip touches my arm. You work the tip down my arm, over my collarbone and over my nipple. As my nipple hardens you do the same to the other one. With your other hand you make me spread my legs as you run the feather down my body. You run it up the inside if my leg to my thigh and switch to the İstanbul Escort other side and to the same thing.

I can smell your cologne and it is so familiar to me but as the feather passes over my freshly shaved pussy, my breath catches and all thoughts leave my mind.

You can see what you are doing to me so you lean down and take my nipple into your mouth. You circle it and flick it with your tongue. When you sucked on it, my back arched off of the bed and liquid heat pooled between my legs. You give the other nipple the same attention as your hand moves between my legs. You slide a finger down over my clit and into my pussy. You can feel how wet you have made me and that makes you all the harder.

You shift and start kissing down my stomach. You position yourself between my legs and it hits! Right as I realize who you are, you run your tongue over my clit, and your name rolls over my tongue like a caress.

You hear me say your name and really start to lick my clit. You suck on my clit and trap my little button with your teeth while you flick it with your tongue. You can hear me panting and feel my legs quivering and you can tell I am about to cum so you shove a finger in my pussy. You feel me tighten up around your finger as my climax washes over me. You climb up and straddle my chest and tell me “suck it!” I eagerly flick my tongue out to lick the pre cum that is on your dick. I take you in my mouth as far as I can Anadolu Yakası Escort go in this position. Every time I pull back I caress the head of your cock with my tongue. I want it so bad, you taste so good. I can’t get enough. You can see I am getting frustrated so you grab my head and start fucking my face. You set the pace and the rhythm and I am in heaven. I have wanted this for a long time. You can feel it starting to build up inside you but you want it to last so you pull out of my mouth. You hear me whimper and you chuckle. You lean down and kiss me. As you put your tongue in my mouth, I can taste myself on you and it is driving me wild. My pussy is throbbing, and it needs to be filled by your wonderful cock. You stop kissing me and tell me to turn over and get on my knees.

I turn over and get on my knees. You press my back down so my tits are on the bed and my ass is in the air. You stick a finger in a little jar and put a small amount on my clit and rub it in. It feels like a cool tingling sensation, but kind of hot at the same time. You see my ass start to move around and smile. You reach for a small tube and get some on your finger but you don’t use it yet.

Your hand reaches down, and gently rubs my clit as you lean down and licks my ass. You hear me moan and know I am ready for anything. You play with my little hole with the tip of your tongue. You feel my legs shaking and know that it is time. You take what Kartal Escort is on your finger and run it around the rim of my ass. You ease your finger in my ass as you ease your hard throbbing cock in my aching, wet pussy. Before you get either on in all the way you feel my muscles contract as I cum again.

You start to move your cock in and out slowly at first. You hear me moaning again and pick up the pace a little. You can feel me moving back to meet your thrusts, and before long you are slamming your cock in my pussy. You grab my hair and pull my head back arching my back even more. You take your finger out of my ass and reach down and touch my clit. I scream and you know I am ready.

You take your cock out of my pussy and you can see my juices running down my thighs. You grab the small tube again and put a little on the head of your cock. You grab your cock and put pressure against my ass. You slowly slip in and work in and out until you get all the way in.

You reach down and grab what you had shoved in my back earlier. It is my little 4 inch silver buddy. You turn it on and shove it in my pussy and tell me to keep it there. You start fucking my ass. It is so tight and you can also feel the vibrations from my toy. It feels too good and you know you are not going to last long. You can tell from my moans that I am almost there. You can’t hold out any longer and you want us to go together. You reach down one last time and rub my clit and within seconds I scream your name. That is all it takes to send you over the edge as you fill my ass with your seed.

We both collapse on the bed and I fall into an exhausted sleep.

When I wake up in the morning and there is a rose on my pillow, and a smile on my face.

My fiancée Lisa and I have been living together for three years and plan to get married next year.

We bought an old house and have been slowly renovating it – far too slowly for Lisa’s liking!

I work in London and by the time I’ve got the train and then walked home it is usually about 7pm and then I don’t feel like doing much decorating. During the weekends we usually do some work on the place, although I must admit that had also tailed-off a little.

Friday evening is our only regular night out. We have a game of squash and then after coming home for a shower we sometimes go for a drink with friends.

Our squash games get quite competitive and we are fairly evenly matched although Lisa probably has the edge in terms of games won. It had also been a long-standing bet that the loser cooked dinner the next evening.

A few weeks ago, after nagging me about tiling the bathroom, Lisa suggested a new bet.

‘How about we make the bet a little more interesting this week’ Lisa asked as we were going on court.

“OK, what do you have in mind?”

“Anything you want” Lisa said with a seductive wiggle of her hips.

“Anything?” I asked

“No, let’s make it any THREE things the winner wants” Lisa said, seductively stroking her left breast.

“OK you’re on” I said my mind now totally distracted by thoughts of Lisa’s body.

That distraction proved to be my undoing and Lisa beat me 5 games to 1.

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Lisa first favour was for me to cancel my football on Sunday and finish the bathroom tiling, not really what I had in mind but a bet was a bet.

On Monday, her second involved me stripping the wallpaper from the second bedroom the next two evenings.

Her last favour on Thursday was for me to cook dinner.

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On Friday, Lisa teased me mercilessly and won again. In fact she used the same tactic for the few weeks and won each time.

Each week, Lisa had me doing two major jobs and then saved her third for a meal or in one case a cinema trip to see a film she fancied.

I was getting pretty sick of this and was determined to not let her teasing get the better of me. It took 5 weeks before I finally managed to win after a very closely fought game. I won 3-2.

That night in bed I told Lisa “For my first favour, I would like a nice slow blow-job and I want you to swallow my come”. Lisa would only occasionally let me come in her mouth and then she would always spit it into a tissue

“No way” Lisa replied

“The bet was anything the winner wants and I’ve paid-up for the last four weeks”

Lisa complained bitterly but finally Ümraniye Escort did the deed and reluctantly swallowed my load, washing it down with a swig of my beer.

On Tuesday I had Lisa give me a repeat performance for my second favour.

On Thursday, Lisa was telling my about the jobs list she ready for me when she won our match the next day.

I had planned to use my third favour that night but I had a brainwave and decided to use my final favour to help me win our next game.

On Friday Lisa wore the same outfit that she wore for the last few weeks. The top fitted snugly across her breasts and the short tennis skirt had a slit part way up at back that showed the tops of her legs and gave the occasional flash of her knickers when she bent over.

On the way to the club we had the usual banter about who was going to win etc.

“I assume it is the same bet” I checked with Lisa.

“You’d better believe it” replied Lisa. “You’ll be decorating for the next 6 months” she teased.

“So it’s the same bet for the next 6 months. That’s a lot of blow jobs” I teased in reply.

“Dream on, buster. But let’s make it a year. I don’t want you quitting after two weeks of wallpapering” Lisa said pushing it.

“OK, a year it is” I replied “no quitting”.

“Done” Lisa finished

This was going to work out better than I had planned I thought as I drove.

When we pulled up in the car park at the club, I turned to Carol “For my final favour of the week, I’d like you to remove your bra and leave it here in the car.” I said.

“What!” Lisa replied.

“You heard” I replied smiling

“But I can’t run around without a bra”

“I don’t see why not…… Does this mean you concede the match?”

“No it doesn’t, but this isn’t fair”

“What’s not fair? I won last week and this is my third favour”

“You serious, aren’t you”

“Absolutely” . “Take it off. Whether you play or concede is up to you.”

“Bastard” she replied, removing her bra and handing me it.

Even walking Lisa’s breasts were quite a sight in her tight top. Later when she ran on court they were bouncing all over the place.

Needless to say Lisa was totally distracted from her game and lost easily. I resolved to continue this plan next week.

I kept the same routine for the next three weeks. I won each week and had Lisa swallowing my cum twice each week.

Since the first week Lisa had taken to wearing baggy T-shirts on court and this next week she wore a thick sweatshirt, so a new tactic was required.

To even more cries of protest I asked Lisa to remove her knickers. The tennis skirt wasn’t very long, so a decent stretch İstanbul Escort or bend at the waist would give a fairly indecent flash to anyone watching.

Inspired by the views of her ass on court, the blow-jobs were replaced by her introduction to the delights of anal sex.

It didn’t take a brain-surgeon to guess that Lisa would be wearing her tracksuit bottoms next week as well as her sweatshirt so my little ploy wouldn’t work again.

I had to think of something else to distract her game because if I let her win I knew she would make me pay big-time.

After a couple of days I came-up with the solution and went to buy the necessary item.

The next Friday Lisa came downstairs wearing her tracksuit top and bottoms. “Do I have to wear these or can I wear my normal outfit with underwear this week” Lisa asked, hands on hips.

“Oh all right you can wear your normal outfit” I replied

“With underwear?”

“Yes OK” I answered trying to sound disappointed and letting her think she had got the upper hand.

“You are going to be so sorry when I beat you tonight” Lisa said in the car.

I let that comment go until we got to the club. When we parked, Lisa was just about to get out of the car when I stopped her.

“But you said I could keep my clothes on this week” Lisa pleaded

“That’s right” I said “I’m keeping to that. Close you eyes and spread your legs a little” I instructed her.

“We can’t do it here in the car park”

“Don’t worry, just close your eyes”

Lisa closed them and I started kissing her and trailed my hand up her thighs to her knickers. While kissing her I started teasing her pussy and clit. In only a minute or so she was wet enough for what I had in mind.

I retrieved the little egg-shaped device from my pocket and pushed it inside her pussy.

“What the hell is that” Lisa asked

“Just a little something to keep you hot for me. As you move it is supposed to gently massage you.” I lied.

“And I suppose I have to keep it there while we play”

“Yeap”

“It’ll take more than that to stop you winning tonight” Lisa replied.

The egg was very little hindrance to Lisa at all and the match was very evenly played. With 15 minutes left the score was 2 games all and I was 7-5 up in the fifth. Lisa won service and pulled another point back. It was time for part 2 of my ploy.

As Lisa was about to serve again I pulled the little control out of my pocket and kept it hidden in my free hand. In the middle of the next rally flicked the switch on. The effect on Lisa was immediate. She stopped dead in her tracks and put her hand to her groin surprised at the new buzzing sensation.

“You Anadolu Yakası Escort bastard” She said glaring at me.

The remainder of that game and the next were easy. Lisa kept giggling each time she started to run and couldn’t concentrate on playing.

I left it on throughout the drive home (we normally shower at home after the game) and Lisa’s eyes were starting to glaze over by the time we got home. We had no sooner got through the front door when Lisa attacked me.

“Fuck me now, you cheating bastard” Lisa said ripping my shorts down and dropping to her knees. Lisa took my cock in her mouth and had me hard in no time.

I pulled out of her mouth and dropped to my knees behind her, flipping the skirt up over her backside. Pulling her knickers to one side I pushed into her soaking pussy. I pushed in about halfway pushing the egg a little deeper and nicely lubricating my cock. I then pulled out and pushed against her ass”

“No, no…..ah OK, yes…… just fuck me” Lisa pleaded.

I wasn’t about to argue as I pushed my entire length into her ass. That simple act was enough to send Lisa over the edge. Lisa let out a loud gasp, gripped the carpet with her fingers and started to tremble in my hands. I held still enjoying the buzzing sensation coming from the egg and let Lisa come down from her orgasm.

“Oh fuck” she panted in between gasps “Fuck my ass, fuck me hard. Don’t stop, I need it bad” Lisa begged.

I stroked my cock in and out, starting slowly and then ramming her ass as hard as I could. Lisa went wild beneath me and came again. This time I didn’t stop. I fucked her as hard as I could; Lisa was going crazy screaming out in orgasm until with one final push I pumped my load into her ass.

“Oh my god. Turn it off, turn it off” Lisa kept repeating.

I fumbled with my shorts and retrieved the control flicking the switch off.

“Oh my god, I was so turned on I didn’t think I would make it home before coming” Lisa said breathlessly.

“That was some hot session” I said “and I didn’t even have to use a favour” I teased.

“Bastard, I’m never going to win another match am I” Lisa said.

“Not this year” I replied

“Cheat”

Later that week as we were getting ready for our next game Lisa said “Look I’m never going to win while you’ve got that thing, am I?”

“No”

“OK then, I’ve got a proposition for you”

“I’m listening”

“Well I enjoy our squash and if we keep this up then it’ll ruin our squash for the next 12 months….So how about I continue to give you 2 favours a week and we play our squash as normal”

“The deal was 3”

“OK 3 but in return I get one full day of decorating each weekend and one cooked meal or evening out a week”

“OK it’s a deal” I agreed.

And so it is I now have 9 months left with 3 favours a week. Surprisingly, all the DIY and decorating seem much more pleasant now knowing the choices I have at the end of a day.

I’m sitting here as I usually do three or four nights a week. Sometimes in the recliner sometimes the easy chair. The light is better at the recliner and I have a book in my lap. I’m staring at it but I’m not reading anyway. I drift between questioning and fantasy but sometimes just thinking.

The TV is on blaring some game or other but I hate sports usually. It’s a week night but wouldn’t matter because my days and nights seldom change much when I’m here. I mean I have had responsibilities to the family and to the kids although they are nearly grown. I have had errands that are necessary and weekly groceries. I do some woman’s things like sewing and knitting, crafts, cleaning and gardening but I seldom enjoy them. They are merely occupying my hands not my mind.

The kids are gone most of the time anymore… anyplace and everyplace. One drives and the other could have a year ago but has never gotten a license. They’re good active kids and quite social. They have a lot of interests and yet I’ve been fortunate that alcohol and drugs are not their interests.

I could work easily enough with an associate degree from years ago and I’d love to work. Why don’t I? Same reason the game is on instead of something more interesting. Same reason I’m just sitting here night after night. The same reason I’ve been so bored with it all. My husband!

He’s over on the couch asleep but if I change the channel his eyes pop open and he announces that he’s watching the game; snoring as he watches with his eyes closed. We don’t have many friends because he doesn’t like to “Get all dressed up” after work. He’s a good provider and a loving father and he used to be a pretty good lover. However as the years have passed he’s gotten into a routine that’s comfortable… for him. He gets up shaves, showers, dresses and has a brief breakfast before heading to work.

Usually he forgets to kiss me goodbye and when he does remember it’s that hasty old proverb on the cheek. The kids are off a few minutes later and I’m left alone. Sex happens here only when he’s in the mood which is about every two or three months… the ninety second man… and so husbandly sex has lost all its appeal to me.

My libido is more than strong and I think stronger than when we married. A few years back I resorted to that thing that was around before I knew about boys or marriage. When I started again my fingers served still me well for a couple of years and then one day I was talking to an old girl friend that I’d known in High School. She was always deep into sex and still is. She asked me how my life was going and when I said okay she wanted more. She meant my sex life. I almost laughed and I did giggle.

Without coming right out and saying that there wasn’t any except myself I think she understood. She isn’t married now but was for about ten years and she’s told me stories she’d experienced, almost like my own, with her ex. She asked what kind of vibrator I used and I was embarrassed to admit that I didn’t even have one, but she’d gotten me thinking.

Our Anniversary was only a month away and so I determined that if he forgot it again that I would take some cash out of the household budget and buy one. The time came and went with out remembrance by him. Two months later things had gotten so bad and I was in such need that as I walked by a store in a small mall at the other edge of town I stopped in. I had no idea what to buy and some guy kept asking me if he could help. Finally in exasperation I asked if there was a woman clerk and he steamed off and sent one over.

She made a recommendation and without looking further I bought it. It was the experience I’d been looking for and I became deft at using it… even so it wasn’t the same. I keep it hidden from the kids and my husband in a place where it would take a forensic investigating team years to find… it’s hidden under my slips in the second drawer.

The vibrator was okay for a couple of years and I even managed a recharger with batteries that worked better and seemed to give it more energy… it felt good. But I’ve been getting more and more neglected or at least I feel that I have been and I’ve become restless.

I moved the computer to a desk in an alcove where I can see the couch and hear the kids if they come in. In the daytime afterwards I started playing with it… and I downloaded a messenger program and played with an online social group for awhile. It was fun but not what I was looking for I guess. I visited a few free porn sites where I was temporarily shocked to see real porn. I’d heard of it but never seen it before. It was arousing but I felt guilty.

I even found a few people’s individual sites both guy’s and gal’s. Not together but their own sites. They were grouped in the adult section of the Messenger site. There I got an education and an eyeful. Guys would do everything and show anything and the gals were almost the same. Perhaps this is where my ‘satisfaction’ began to plummet. I saw guys of every Ataşehir Escort age and physique… and equipment.

I flirted some and didn’t give my age. I got a lot of free ‘shows’ of guys and they wrote or talked to me about everything. In a very few weeks I got a really full education of what other guys are like both physically and almost personally. Guys of every age propositioned me and told me what they wanted to do to me and with me and have me do with them. I followed the gal’s threads too and found that many women are sexually active all the time and that mate dissatisfaction is pretty widespread. I learned more about sex and common practices in those weeks than in my previous entire life… and I was horny.

One day I brought out my vibrator and turned on the computer. I found a guy I’d only talked to before and now he wanted to get undressed for me. I wasn’t sure but when he turned on his web camera and invited me to watch… I yielded. He started doing a slow male striptease for me and he must have been about thirty I guessed and found out later he was thirty-two.

He did pushups and I watched his muscles tighten and he did sit-ups and I watched his abs tighten and he was only wearing briefs and I could tell he was hard beneath them. I asked for a minute and he asked me to turn on my camera, too. I didn’t have one I told him and he was disappointed but sat down and waited. I got up and undressed… I mean everything came off. I sat back down, leaned back and played with my nipples and rubbed my breasts until I started to feel better… and all the time I watched him sitting and waiting… moving occasionally.

Finally I picked up my toy and posititioned it and then told him I was back. He stood and did a few things and asked what I wanted him to do. My mouth was dry when I whispered I’d like him to remove his briefs. He asked twice… teasing me… before he did. He put his thumbs in the elastic and slowly pushed them down. He was very slow… but my vibrator wasn’t. I had it on and was buzzing my clit when I first saw his head emerging at the top… and then slowly the shaft appeared and finally a nice patch of dark hair.

He was aroused… and huge. He was sticking straight out… maybe up just a bit… and I could see his balls and that pink velvet pouch and my body was screaming for more. He asked again and this time I whispered that I wanted to see him touch it. He pointed at it and I croaked yes. He put his fingers under the head and began teasing it up and down before circling the head with his fingers. His head was huge and purple and I couldn’t talk as I worked.

My breasts and nipples… my tummy and my ass… everything was concentrating at my pussy. Finally he had it in his hand… a firm grip and he asked what I was doing. I stuttered and finally he told me to admit that I was playing with myself. Next he shouted… demanding that I admit it… and I did. After that it actually became easier to talk to him and ask and tell. I told him that I’d like to watch him masturbate and he asked if I would do it with him. I did and I climaxed time and again as he touched and stroked. It was magnificent… and I could speak the word cock without stuttering… the first time out loud in my life.

I told him I wanted to see him cum and he said he would but he wanted to get something to catch it in. I begged him not to… I wanted to see it come out… actually see him cum. I wanted it on his stomach and his hand and every place else it would go. He was on the bed lying with a pillow under one side of his back so that he was facing the camera a little and he was smiling at the camera. I was mesmerized. My hubby would never do this for me.

I was working at stroking that vibrator in and out as fast as he was. I had turned off the vibrator and was using it as a dildo… imagining it was his cock. My fantasy was perfect and as I willed and begged him to cum… he did. His cock spurted and stopped and did it again and again. The camera wasn’t fast enough to see it moving but I could see the white path as it left and the splash as it landed and then see it running off him in little streams. It was the most erotic thing I’d seen in my life I think… and he did it when I’d asked him to.

After that I started taking guys up on their solo performances and each time I talked them through it. It became easy to talk to them and easy to get them to do anything I wanted. I asked what they wanted done to them and what they enjoyed seeing and asked them to describe or show me everything about themselves. Guys asked me to meet them and give them a BJ and I found that BJ meant blowjob. They asked me to suck their cock… and finally I asked one guy the difference sucking and a BJ and he laughed and told me they were the same thing… unless I wanted to blow-dry his cock after I’d wet it in my throat.

I started asking them what they wanted in a BJ… what felt good… what a gal should do to ‘get them off’ and they Kadıköy Escort told me. One day a guy told me to put my toy in my mouth and practice. Finally I agreed and told him that after using it I had to go wash it. He told me not to… but to taste it just the way it was. I wouldn’t… at first. But when I asked another guy he told me the same thing. They told me that a gal could taste delicious to them. Finally I used my fingers and tasted just a little. It wasn’t bad… and so I did suck the toy. I practiced with the toy… turning and stroking and sucking. I even practiced until I could get it part way down my throat.

After all this… or in the middle of it… I waited one night for hubby to get to sleep… and then slowly I moved over and touched him. He only snored a little louder and finally I held him and he got rigid… but still asleep. Finally I positioned myself stroked him and guided my lips down over it. It was only a minute and he was moaning and then his hand was in my hair and he was moving his hands and arms and his ass was bucking as he stroked me. I took him as deep as I could and teased his head and suddenly he was awake and screaming my name. Just as suddenly it was over. He filled my mouth and I did what people had been telling me… I swallowed it all.

When I got through and cleaned him… he insisted on knowing where I’d learned that. I told him that I hadn’t learned… I had been reading. That part was true because I’d bought several cheap Harlequin books and so I showed him where one of the scenes told how the gal did it. He was calmed but wasn’t sure that I should be doing it. I asked if he liked it and he admitted that he did. Still he wasn’t sure we should. So I stopped as quickly as I’d started.

Now though I’d had the taste of a man’s cum in my mouth and I kind of liked it. I also liked being in control and having him lose control. I wanted more yet.

Guys had been complaining because I wouldn’t turn on my web cam and wouldn’t believe that I didn’t have one. So one day I decided that I’d save up and get one. I made some hand-machine knitted craft items and advertised them in the Pennysaver. Several people called about them and several wanted to see them. I didn’t want to have people in and out of the house or knowing where I live so I agreed to come to their place and show them but only to women.

Also, I actually sold several items I’d made a few years before and many of the new ones… and soon I had enough money for a good web cam. I actually had enough for a digital camera but that may come later. Quietly I practiced until I knew how to use the camera and kept it hidden when I wasn’t using it.

I met a particularly appealing guy one day and he gave me a show and I watched. I’d seen enough gal shows to know what they did for the camera and I’d practiced. I didn’t ask the guy to cum for me… just show me. I had been watching almost an hour when he finally asked me to turn on my camera. I’d waited and hoped and it was my turn now. I had showered and put on my sexiest outfit and makeup. And even though I was nervous, I wanted to see his reaction to me… the first time I’d ever done this thing and he was thousands of miles away and didn’t know me. I felt safe.

I insisted that he leave his camera on and sit where I could see his face and his cock… and then I turned on my camera and waited for him to acknowledge. When he did there was a slow whistle and he approved. He asked to see more and I asked what he wanted to see. He told me and then I told him that I wasn’t sure I could. I was teasing making him think he’d talk me into it. I told him that I’d never done anything like that ever before… not even for my husband. He smiled and said that I would do it for him though.

I told him that he’d have to tell me what to do… and I might not do it all. He started talking while I paid close attention to how I affected him. I was close to the camera and all he could see was my face from the chin upwards. He asked me to lower the camera and keep my face there, too. He asked who else was watching. I paused and then told him that I wasn’t doing this for anyone else as I lowered it to see from my waist up. He asked me to take off my blouse and I waited for a minute while he kept talking and then I reached up and unbuttoned it slowly. He was praising me and telling how good I looked… but he was talking not touching.

Slowly I opened it and he could see the strapless I was wearing. He told me to take it completely off and I finally did. Again he was saying how full my breasts were and how much he wanted to see them. I asked what he wanted to see and he described everything and asked me to take off the bra. I told him how big a step this was… and maybe we should wait until next time. He begged me to continue… but he still wasn’t touching himself. Slowly I opened the front clasp and let it come partly open and he could see the cleavage and the soft mound at the top of each cup.

He Bostancı Escort was begging me and urging me to continue and finally I lowered the bra more and then more and he kept talking. I told him that he was making me into a bad girl and he told me that I wanted to be a bad girl. When he said it I started to close the bra again and he apologized and explained that he only meant that he thought every gal wanted to know how much a guy liked her body. I relented slowly and then told him in a mad moment that I may as well do it and threw the bra away.

His mouth dropped open and his tongue circled and finally I got what I was after. His hands were around his cock and he was holding. I asked if he was satisfied and now he was having trouble talking as he muttered yes again and again. I sat and watched… my naked breasts in full view and close to the camera. Finally he got his voice again and asked me to use one finger and tease a nipple. I put both hands up and used my index fingers to circle both nipples at the same time. His cock was huge and he was still only holding as I asked if this is what he meant. I could tell that he’d almost lost it. His hands were so tight around his cock that it was deep purple. I mentioned it and he glanced down and then began a slow stroking.

He wanted me to push back away from the camera. and let him see my skirt or pants. I told him I was in a skirt and then he wanted to see it. I slid the chair backwards until he could see just below my knees. He was panting and nearly out of breath as he asked me to let him see my legs by raising the skirt. I pulled the hem up into my lap and wedged it between my upper thighs. He told me how great my legs were and I told him how great I thought his cock was. He smiled and glowed with satisfaction as he held it up and then cupped his balls and brought them nearer the camera.

I suppose the two of us were a bit like children first playing with each other except that I was in charge and it felt good. I felt that he’d do anything for me and although I would drag it out to lengthen his anticipation I was willing to do almost anything on camera for him. He asked me to see my panties and I smiled and told him that I wasn’t wearing any. I knew he would misunderstand and he choked as he asked if I would take my skirt off. I asked him why and what he expected to see and he told me.

I thought about it and then put my hands to the side zipper and opened it. I deliberately remained seated while I raised my hips by arching my back and I slid the skirt below me and put it on the bed. He brought his face close and reminded me that I told him I wasn’t wearing panties. I smiled and told him that this was a thong. He smiled back and his cock seemed to be feeling better because it surely looked better as he resumed his efforts. I was now entirely nude except for the thong and I felt freedom almost as I thrilled watching him and waiting for his next request. I rubbed my tummy and my thigh as I yearned to proceed lower. My pussy was demanding attention and a lot of it after watching his body, his hands and his eyes. And ready after hearing his voice and his requests.

I could see that he was close to a climax now and I wanted it to be only after he’d seen me naked but with his progress it seemed I might be disappointed. Suddenly he begged me to remove my thong. Breathlessly I asked him if he was certain and he almost screamed “Please?”

I pushed my back against the chair and raised my hips and slid my thong slowly down exposing everything. His response was so dramatic that I brought my hand to my clit and began laboring it in an effort to catch up to him. His breathing and his sweaty body were feverish and the way he stroked himself was enough to get me there just as he screamed my name and I watched him cum again and again. I washed my legs and the chair with my own fluids and had the most exciting climax in my life to that date. I wanted him to hold me and then take me hard and fuck me until I could take no more. I wanted to feel him hammering and pounding away as he slid in and out… and I wanted to taste his cum. All of this in seconds from the moment I lowered my thong.

Now I panicked at what I’d done and I had a wash of embarrassment and guilt as I reached and closed the link. I left the computer and lay on the couch and thought about what I’d just done. It was wrong I was sure to have done it especially with a stranger. But, I felt so good and it felt so good to be wanted and no one knew me or where I was. He’d seen my face but couldn’t have found me if he wanted. I thought long about it, and then I remembered him and what he was doing and imagined what he felt as he saw me. I was certain that he didn’t know this was my first time doing it but I’d told him the truth.

I kept returning to the image I’d seen as he climaxed. His face, body and that beautiful cock and his cum and I was horny again. A few more minutes and I convinced myself I’d done nothing wrong because two people had been satisfied and no one else was involved. My husband didn’t want to see me anymore and didn’t touch me except for instant self-gratification. I had a right to more. I had a right to a decent sex life and I had the need for power over a man’s pleasures.

From the moment I first saw him, I had to be with him. His bright blue eyes. His athletic build. His lock of dirty blond hair that brushed across his brow. I wanted to know how he tasted.

He put his arm around me as we laid in his bed for an afternoon nap. The sun peeked through the small opening in the curtains. His roommate was gone. We were alone for only a few hours. His hand began to softly stroke my upper arm. It slowly drifted across my chest and down to my abdomen. A sigh escaped my lips as my hips pushed back towards him. His hand continued to explore my body over my clothes. The heat from his hand burned through the thin fabric. I wanted him to peel off my clothes and leave his fingerprints imprinted on my bare flesh.

My pussy got wet as his hand reached under my tank top. He propped himself on his other arm as he kissed my neck and pressed his aroused member into the small of my back. My hips responded, gyrating and pressing my ass against him. He gently traced his rough fingertips under the swell of my chest. He moved his hand to cup Maltepe Escort my breast. My erect nipples ached to be pinched and rolled between his long fingers.

He flipped me onto my back and straddled me. His bugling cock pressed against the front of his plaid boxers. I tried to reach for him, but he grabbed my hands. He kissed my fingertips and ran his tongue down the length of my fingers. He placed them in his mouth and sucked on them. My cheeks flushed. He placed my hands over my head and pinned them down into the pillow. He bent over and kissed my neck. He lifted my shirt with his teeth to expose my fleshy mounds. My large rosebuds felt the cool air for a moment before he placed his warm moist lips over one then the other. He alternated between the two, flicking them with his tongue and nipping them with his teeth. I shuttered and closed my eyes. “Yes, it is finally happening,” I thought. My hips continued to grind against his thigh. My white panties were soaked in anticipation. He released my hands.

He reached over to the nightstand İstanbul Escort and grabbed a soda bottle. He poured the dark sweet liquid over my stomach. The tiny bubbles danced across my skin. He lowered his head down to slowly stroke my sticky flesh with his tongue as the liquid slid down the sides of my body.

His hands reached for the button on my jeans. Within seconds, I heard the zipper and closed my eyes as he stripped off my pants. I heard them hit the floor. His hair tickled my stomach as his tongue flicked my belly ring. “Go lower,” I thought, “please go lower.” He slipped his hand into my delicate lace panties and plunged his fingers into my pulsating pink pussy. Hot fluid flowed from my loins. His fingers explored the engorged folds of my flesh as he continued to kiss the curves of my hips and inner thighs. My fingers clawed at the blue sheets, needing to grasp onto something. My hips thrusted to meet his penetrating digits. He lustfully stared into my green eyes as his mouth found my nether mouth. He watched my face Anadolu Yakası Escort as it twisted in pure pleasure as his tongue and hands manipulated my pussy. Moans escaped from my mouth as I continue to pant in ecstasy. My head whipped from side to side. I was mad with the overwhelming sense of desire as he indulged himself.

Hot tingling sensations spread across my body. I held my breath. My skin glistened with sweat as he hungrily fed upon my juices. I wanted his big purple cock to plunge deep inside me and explode in my pussy. But he wouldn’t. He continued to feast upon my body. My hips bucked and my eyes rolled back as multiple waves of orgasmic energy washed over me.

He kissed me. I tasted my nectar on his lips. He smiled. There was nothing to say.

As I rose from the bed and got dressed, I felt his wicked eyes watching me. Tracing the curves of my body with his stare. I could smell the essence of our encounter in the air. I walked to the door without turning around and stopped for a brief moment with my hand on the knob. I heard the metal bedsprings release. Before I could turn around, he was behind me. His hand reached from behind to squeeze my breast. His other hand reached down to rub me between my legs. His embrace trapped me. He nibbled on my ear and whispered, “Come back later. I have more to show you.”

Emma was a lonely woman. She lived in her apartment, apart from society. With no friends or relatives, Emma used to spend long days by herself without much to do except work.

Emma was a religious woman. She would pray every night for a better life, for a message from above that showed her the path to take. She used to go to church, until she was caught masturbating while confessing. Then she had to stop attending for shame, and now her memories haunt her to this day.

Emma was a sexual woman. Even though she blamed herself for being like this, and prayed every night to be changed, she would masturbate often, and dream about big cocks and strong men who would rape her. She was sexually frustrated. A woman, raped in her youth by a man she do not remember anymore, constantly thirsting for someone, but there isn’t anybody there for her.

What a sad woman she was. She had no one to love her or to love. She lived through her days by doing the same boring things and constantly looking down at people through her apartment window, on the second floor of a small, dirty building.

One night, After she had prayed and gone to bed, Emma had a strange dream. She dream with the letter D. The letter appeared before her, imposing and strong.

“I can solve your problems, Emma dear,” the huge D said to her. She tried to touch it but it slipped between her fingers and started to get away from her.

“Stop!” she yelled at it.

“Not quite. You need to catch me. Love can’t be created if pain isn’t involved,” the letter told her, as it drifted farther and farther away.

Emma opened her eyes and found herself sweating a lot, drenching her pajamas. She thought about this absurd dream. At first, she wanted to forget about it, but then she understood. Emma realized that her life was miserable in her current state, and that she wanted to take her life instead of living her stupid existence. She was now dreaming with letters that could solve problems, that was the last straw.

At 4am that morning, Emma walked to a high bridge that was close to her apartment. She approached it trembling, hating herself, but also afraid to die. She stood on the edge ready to jump, when suddenly a group of people was passing by, and she hurriedly got down from the unstable arm rail and back to safety. In their state of drunkenness they did not notice the suicidal woman, but she did notice them. She heard someone mention some Mr D. This called to her attention and thus, like a confused zombie, she followed this group closely as they walked down the road, and listened to their conversation.

“…that’s what she told me, I don’t know. I hear he is some sort of myth. The sexiest man in the city, fucks anyone he wants. Ladies are constantly looking for the guy a willing to pay anything to sleep with him, but I hear that finding him is the hardest part. The guy is a ghost, but Rebecca said she saw him. I think it’s bullshit.”

“Bullshit, ha! Nah bro that shit is real. I’ve heard ’bout him too. That guy’s my idol. They say he’s into some weird shit, man, and that to reach the guy you have to go downtown, to Ledger street. Problem is, that place is fucked up,” said another guy in the group.

“Ledger street?! Yo, you need to really be in a huge need to find that nigga if you are willing Kartal Escort to go there,” said someone else.

“You’re all a bunch of pussies, that’s why you’ll never be like him!” said some girl.

“Shut up hoe!” said one of the men in the group, “and who the fuck are you?” he said turning, noticing Emma who had been following them and closely listening.

“I-I’m sorry I just-” she said.

“Bitch get the fuck out of my face, hoe!” yelled the man, the rest cheering him, and Emma went away hurriedly. The next day, she went to Ledger street.

Even during the day, Ledger street was a nasty place. Prostitution and drugs were the thing there, but usually it was also a place where normal people went to hook up and have some crazy experiences without compromising their social status. Normal couples were seen going into orgies or married men or women had their gay relationships there without fear of being discovered. For some paradise, for some, hell, but Emma now wanted to find D, and nothing more.

She walked down the street and looked about her surroundings. She was afraid to ask the wrong person about D, and thus remained a silent observer for a long while, before she finally decided to go into the most popular place in that street, The Second Circle, to inquire about him.

The place looked like a bar. People were sitting and standing about, and drinking or flirting with whores. Some were sitting at a table, talking to some friends, while underneath you could see someone sucking their dicks off. It was dirty and very loud. Our Emma got close to the bar, where a beautiful, half-naked redhead was serving drinks.

“What’s it gonna be, babe?” said the redhead.

“I’m looking for someone…” replied Emma.

“Bah! Ain’t we all!? Ha, ha! Have a drink first and then you can ask me sweetheart, otherwise go bother someone else.”

“Alright… let me have… w-what do you recommend?”

“The fuck should I know?”

“I’m just not into drinking, so I don’t know what should I have. Beer, I guess?-“

“First time here, babe?” said the redhead, this time a little less roughly, “first-timers are always cute. We ain’t got no beer. Here, drink this,” she said, and gave her a transparent liquid. Emma smelled it, and with a worried face, swallowed it. She felt the cold liquid burn her insides and pump blood directly to her face. She coughed and made stupid noises.

“At least it’s better than cum, eh? Ha, ha, ha!” joyfully laughed the redhead.

“Um, can you tell me now…” Emma said timidly.

“Wait a sec, I gotta serve that ugly fuck over there, and I’ll be back for your question.” Emma waited while the barmaid attended other drunk costumers, and started to feel more at ease. That liquor she was given had some effect on her, and for some reason she felt at peace for the first time in a while. When the redhead returned, she also looked a little more friendly than before.

“Alright babe, you can ask me now but make it quick, ok?” the barmaid said, “My name is Dorothy, by the way. It’s useful to make some friends in this part of town, and you start by learning their names. So, are you looking for a whore? We got some here. Or is it a pimp? You looking for a job?”

“I’m Emma, and no I’m not looking for any of that. Pendik Escort I’m looking for a man known as D, or at least people call him that?” said our heroine. The expression of Dorothy changed a little from relaxed to interested. She started to display an alluring look in her eyes.

“So, the little kitten is looking for some major business? May I ask where did you hear that name, babe?”

“I heard someone on the street…”

“You shouldn’t believe everything you hear!” and Dorothy got closer to Emma, putting her elbows on the bar and her hands on her face, “Tell me Emma, do you like women?”

“I… w-what do you mean?”

“Sexually, do you like women? You know, tits, pussy, that kind of stuff.”

“I’m straight, sorry. But why are you asking me that? I’m just looking for-“

“That’s a shame, you know? A green sprout like ain’t got no chance. Mr D is a myth, babe.”

“He isn’t. I’m sure of that. Thanks for the help,” said Emma with a conviction that was strange on her. She was ready to leave when Dorothy caught her by her hand.

“Listen, the way you are right now, you won’t go far. I can help you,” she let go of Emma’s hand, “come back anytime,” she said with a smile.

“Hey bitch! Bring me my fucking beer, will you!?” was heard from across the bar.

Emma left that wretched place with her head down, and went home. She felt she needed a shower, and after taking a long bath, she went to bed. Again that loneliness. She was sick of it.

Next morning, skipping her job, she was there again, at The Second Circle. In seeing her, Dorothy smiled. She said she had something for her, and grabbed her by the hand and took it to the back of the bar and into a long hallway. The hallway was actually a place to have sex. Emma could see how inside both walls many rooms extended all the way down to the end, each open, with no door, and inside most of them there were couples making love, or in the VIP rooms, orgies taking place. Emma got a little scared, but for some reason, decided to trust Dorothy who was the only living person with whom she had a conversation in years; besides, the day before Dorothy had called herself a ‘friend’.

They walked down the hallway while Emma tried not to see everything that surrounded her. The loud moans that intensified the atmosphere, and the damp air and smell of sweat mixed with all kinds of perfume. Emma tried praying but it didn’t work. She repented for her actions, but it didn’t work. She was here now and she had to deal with this. She and Dorothy got into one of these rooms. Only when inside, Emma noticed how small they were. There was only enough space for a small, round table at the center, and a couple of small sofas to each side of it, and opposite each other. Emma remembered the question Dorothy asked her the day before, and got nervous, but said nothing, as if accepting her fate. She was ready for Dorothy to make a move.

“Be a good girl and wait here, ok?” said Dorothy softly, kissing her cheek with a wet kiss, “I’ll bring you what you want.”

Emma sat in one of the sofas and waited there. The was left alone in the sea of lust. Women could be heard having orgasms all over, and men too. Dirty things were shouted, and a chaos of moans came from all directions at once. Emma Göztepe Escort was going crazy.

About 15 minutes had elapsed when a couple comes into the room. They seemed drunk senseless, and with huge smiles on their faces. They saw Emma here and then looked at each other. They looked disappointed. They came in anyway and sat on the sofa opposite her. They young couple sat there awkwardly waiting for something to happen, while Emma tried her best not to make eye contact with them. After a while the unknown girl spoke.

“Umm, are you some kind of service lady? Are we supposed to hook up or sumthin’?”

“No… I’m just waiting for someone here. Umm, don’t…mind me…” said Emma growing afraid.

“Oh! Ok! We thought… never mind,” said the girl. The couple looked at each other a little happier this time, and again sat there for a while. Not a long time went by, however, when Emma noticed the hand of the girl reach for the guy’s pants. They started to kiss softly. Emma noticed they were starting to relax a little too much. The couple kissed more and more passionately. The girl used both hands and unzipped his pants quickly, while he licked her perspired neck and softly parted the top of her dress and showed her bra. Emma looked away quickly, but curiosity called her eyes back. By the time Emma looked again, the girl had his dick in her mouth and was sucking it with a passion. Eyes closed tight, cheeks sunk in her face, and her hand jerking him off while she slurped and licked her boyfriends penis. Emma felt a rush of adrenaline at seeing this. Flashbacks tried to come to her from her first time, but it was useless. She cared not for those moments, but for this one. She had been masturbating all her adult life, longing for a man’s dick to break her pussy apart, and it never came to her, and now, she was sitting right across this couple, having the sex she so desired. She felt infinite envy, disgust, pleasure, anger, joy, shame; all at the same time. As Emma kept watching, the couple took it a step further. She stopped sucking and kissed his lips. While doing this, the guy spread his legs and sat comfortable in front of Emma, while the girl, after glancing at Emma for a second to check if she was watching, let that cock slide right into her cunt. The girl started riding it while she moaned and called him a beast. She let him lick her nipples and slap her ass, while she jumped up and down on him.

Emma felt a huge need to masturbate, and so she did. She, not caring anymore introduced her hand in her panties and started beating an already wet pussy. She introduced her fingers in and with a back and forth motion, made herself cum while not looking away from the young couple. The guy quickly lifted her girlfriend up, and with a huge moan let all his cum splash on her face.

Panting and laughing, the couple got dressed and went away. Emma was left there. She was a mess. Her panties were drenched and she had lost all strength in her body. For a moment, even forgetting what she was doing in such a place.

She pulled herself together when a black man of high stature came walking down and noticed her there.

“Who’re you?” he asked her.

“I’m Emma, I’m…”

“I didn’t ask you your name, hoe! I mean what the fuck are you doin’ there?”

“I… D-dorothy…”

“Man, look at you. You are a mess. We are closed, bitch, you gotta go.”

“W-wait!”

The man grabbed her and dragged her to the end of the hallway. She was pushed and thrown outside through a door that led to an alley.

To be continued

I responded immediately to the knock, knowing whom it was before I even got to the door. I opened the door and there you stood, wearing a low cut blue shirt, which hugged your shoulders and breasts very nicely, accentuating how nice they are. I take one look up and down, which elicits a snicker from you, and then I invite you in. Just as you’re about to pass me, I stick my arm out, placing a hand on your stomach. I then shut the door behind you and gently press you back against it, reaching around you to lock the door. You snicker again and go to put your arms around my neck, but I catch your arms before you do, and I bring them up over your head and I pin them back against the door. You then lean forward slightly as I come near, longing to lock lips with me. I lean in and oblige you for a moment as my hands slide down your arms slowly, then I slowly slide them over the tops of your breasts and around that smooth curve of them.

My hands stop at the bottom and I slide them over the front of your breasts as I pull away, nibbling and sucking on your bottom lip as I do. I back away from you slowly, and I take a seat on the lone chair in my apartment, then I beckon you over with a finger. As you get close, I stand up and embrace you, pulling you close and kissing you deeply, our tongues probing each other’s mouths as we fit together passionately. I manage to turn you around so your back is to the chair, and I break the kiss with you panting heavily, I then put a finger to your lips and you take it into your mouth and suck on it gently, smiling as you do. I then back you slowly into the chair, then I pull my finger from your mouth. I then sink down to my knees in front of you on the chair. I then reach down and pull your shoes off and toss them aside. I then slide my hands over your ankles, then your calves and slowly up your thighs, I unbutton your pants and pull them down slightly, then I lean up and I kiss you just above your pubic bone, right between there and your belly button, I kiss a line straight across from one side to the other.

Your hands find the back of my head and you begin playing with my hair. I then slide my hands to your hips and I begin pulling your pants down off of you. I toss them aside after I get them to the floor. I then noticed that you have blue panties on, and I slide my hands into the sides of them, and I begin massaging your hips slowly as I kiss slowly around your belly button. I pull my hands out and I slide them up to your shirt, beginning to peel it off of you, but then I stop and smile up at you. I then stand up and take your hands, pulling you to your feet, then I lead you into the bathroom, stopping you just before we get to the shower. I then slide my hands to the bottom of your shirt and I peel it off of you slowly, my hands brushing over your breasts as I do. I then bring my hands back down to your panties and I slide my hands into the sides of them and work them down off your hips and let them drop to the floor.

You then kick them off and turn to face me. I lean down and begin sucking on your breasts, first the left one, as I roll my tongue around your entire breast slowly, working a slow spiral from the base all the way to the Göztepe Escort nipple. Meanwhile you are busy furiously undoing my pants and sliding them and my boxers to the floor. I then put my arms up as you yank my shirt from me. I turn and suck on your right nipple, my tongue playing with your nipple ring as I knead both of your breasts with my hands. One of your hands finds my head and begins playing with my hair. The other hand finds my cock and you begin working your hand on it over and over. I back you slowly into the shower and I reach around and turn the water on.

As I maneuver you into the stream of water coming from the head, drenching your body in the cascading water, I sink down to my knees again and I begin running my tongue over your pussy slowly, eliciting a shiver from you and a slight whimper as I move my tongue to your clit and I begin rolling it around slowly. I move back up on you slowly, running my tongue over you slowly from bottom to top. I then turn you around, to let the water cascade down the front of you, over your breasts, stomach, hips, and thighs as I move up behind you. I slowly slide my cock into your hot, wet pussy and you put your hands on the shower wall. I then grasp your hips and begin to pull you back into me, eliciting a loud moan of pleasure from you as I begin working my cock into you deeper and faster with each second.

As the water pours down over the both of us, I lean in and pull one hand up to your breasts and I begin playing with your nipple ring, and standing you up slowly, wrapping one arm around your hips and the other around your breasts. You respond by putting your arms around my neck, whimpering and moaning for me to go harder and faster. I respond by working my cock into you harder and faster, and rolling my hips a little bit, sending my cock in slight circles inside you as I begin to feel myself swell inside you. I feel your pussy begin to tighten around my cock and I continue to thrust harder and faster into you. I hear you crying out “YES! YES! YES! as I continue to work you over with my cock. I keep myself as balanced as best I can.

By this point my hands are on your breasts, teasing your nipples, ring and all. I hear you moan loudly and then let out a scream and I feel your juices coat my cock, and moments later I finally release into you, cum flowing hard into you and after that I slow down drastically. I then pull myself out of you and I turn the water off, then I lead you out of the shower and quickly through the apartment to my bedroom, where I lay you back on the edge of the bed. I kneel down next to the bed and I lean in over you. I resume slowly lashing you with my tongue, working it over you slowly, laying it flat as I run my wet tongue from bottom to top. I stop for a moment to suck on your clit and roll it around with my tongue.

At the same time, I bring one of my hands up and I begin to slowly work my fingers into you as I suck on your clit a little harder with each second. It doesn’t take long for you to go from whimpering lightly to moaning loudly, throwing your head back and playing with your breasts as I work my tongue over your clit and work my fingers into you, first slowly, İstanbul Escort then faster and harder with each passing second. You tilt your hips up into me and I plunge my fingers and the tip of my tongue into you. I feel you begin to tighten on my fingers again, and I slide my hand up to your mouth and I let you suck on my fingers as you arch forward, then back against my fingers and tongue as they work into you. You bring your legs up around my head and clamp your thighs together, drawing me into you even deeper, my tongue lashing over you faster as my fingers work into you faster and deeper. I manage to pull back from you a bit as I feel your body begin to tremble and your pussy tightens on my fingers. You let out a loud scream and pitch backward as you cum hard, I slowly pull my fingers from you and I quickly find a towel to dry my fingers, as well as you, off.

You sit up, a ravenous look in your eyes and you grab my hand and pull me back to the bed and force me to lie down. I smile as I know what’s coming next and you respond by climbing on top of me and positioning your still wet pussy over my cock, working the tip with the lips of your pussy and just by rocking your hips in slow circles. My hands palm your breasts, but you grab them off and pin them to the bed. I look up at you in a bit of surprise, wondering what you’re about to do. Slowly you sink down on my cock, working my hardness into you, from the tip almost all the way to the hilt. You then begin bouncing, first slowly, then a little faster and harder, arching your back away from me slightly as you do, causing my cock to bend almost painfully as you begin riding me hard, keeping my hands pinned down as you do. I manage to get my head up a little bit and I begin playing with your nipple ring once again with my tongue, flipping it with the point of my tongue, occasionally taking it into my mouth and sucking on it gently. I keep doing this until you begin bouncing on me harder, drawing my cock almost all the way out of you and then slamming back down on it, causing me to grunt loudly and pitch my head back in ecstasy. It doesn’t take long for me to begin building toward another strong cum as you roll your hips around on me faster and harder. I feel your pussy tightening once again, making the mix of pain and pleasure almost unbearable for me as I try to hold off cumming as long as possible.

You begin moaning and crying out again, begging me to cum inside you, telling me you’re about to cum as well. I arch myself back a little bit, working my cock up into you as you continue to ride me. Finally I can’t stand it any longer and, just as you arch backward violently and cum hard on me, I explode into you hard, my cock spewing cum into you. You collapse down onto me and I wrap my arms around you, holding you close to me, the two of us soaked in sweat and breathing heavily as we lie there.

You roll off of me and then reach over and take my hand. I go to roll over and slide between your thighs once, but you stop me and redirect me to your stomach, indicating that you’d like me to stick my cock between your breasts. You squeeze your breasts together with your hands and I slowly slide my cock inside Anadolu Yakası Escort the hole at the base of your breasts and I begin pumping it in and out. You slide your tongue from between your lips and you lick the tip of my cock as I poke it through your breasts. I play with your nipples, and your nipple ring again with my fingers as I work my cock in and out between your breasts and I feel you finally take the head of my cock in your mouth as I slide it in there. You work your tongue over the tip as I work it back and forth into you. It doesn’t take long, with me still being hot as hell, for me to cum forcefully, spewing forth into you.

Afterward, I slowly roll off of you and I lay next to you, placing an arm around you as you turn your back to me and intertwine your fingers with mine as my hand rests on your stomach. The two of us, tired out, decide to take a long, well-deserved nap…

When I awaken, I find you lying on your stomach, face turned away from me. I slide over really close to you and I kiss and suck on your neck gently for a few moments, eliciting a sigh and a snicker, along with a smile as you awaken. By the time you turn to see me face to face, I have already slid behind you and I’ve pulled your hips up and slid over top of your ass, and I begin running my cock along your ass slowly, possibly getting ready to put my cock in it. But then I slide down a little bit and I slowly run the head of my cock over your pussy slowly, making you all moist almost right away. I play with your clit with the head of my cock, rubbing it hard against your clit and then I begin slowly working my cock into you, sliding the head in. I stop after a moment and I then grasp your hips and I pull you back into me hard, plunging my cock all the way into you up to the hilt. This causes you to reach up and grasp the headboard, digging your nails into it as I begin working my cock in and out of you hard and fast, our skin slapping together hard as we slam together, my cock working into you as deep as I can go. I lean down and begin kissing and sucking the back of your neck, then slowly running my tongue down your spine as I keep working into you harder and faster.

I hear you moaning loudly, almost to the point of screaming, as I put you through fits of ecstasy with my cock working circles, ravaging your insides as I keep pounding away on you. My hands are now on your ass, massaging it gently and using it to pull you back into me. I then begin spanking you, my hand creating a sharp smack on your ass, causing you to cry out sharply. I then slide one hand to your mouth, letting you suck on my fingers while I ride your pussy harder and harder, now drawing it from top to bottom and bottom to top with each thrust into you. I feel you begin to quiver within and tighten on my cock as I begin to swell, my cock filling with cum. I close my eyes, grunting as I keep pace. By this time I’ve stopped spanking you and my hands are on your breasts, cupping around them and pulling you back into me with them. Finally I can hold it no longer and I feel you tighten around my cock to the point that it really hurts, and I explode inside you with one last, deep thrust, and as I hold it there, I feel you finally cum hard, collapsing onto the bed. I pull out of you and I do the same shortly thereafter, laying down next to you and putting my arm around your waist, massaging your hip with my fingers as we both lay there, enjoying looking into each other’s eyes…

She sat on the manicured lawn across from me. Only a red plaid blanket between us. Her name was Barb and she lived just down the street. We had met a few years back at a block party hosted by Barb and her then husband Jim. He left her just last year, no fault of mine, with one kid and a hefty mortgage. Luckily for her, she had a decent job as a book keeper for an oil company to make ends meet. Kris, my fiancé at the time, and I had become close friends with Jim and Barb and life seemed rather smooth back then. But call it what you will, fate had other plans. That first year Kris and I would regularly host a poker night inviting four other couples in the neighborhood. This all ended when a car accident took Kris away from me. Timing they say is everything. Who knows why things happen the way they do but they do and there’s no going back. For the next couple of years to help me through the grieving, Jim and Barb would have me over for dinner and afterwards a round of cards. I must say it helped. When I got the news that Jim had filed for divorce I was stunned. To help out, when Barb wasn’t home, I would mow their grass and in the winter shovel snow. About six months ago Barb called asking if I would like to join her for dinner and cards. I went. Over a fabulous meal we talked. Past and present. Over cards we talked. Future plans. For hours. This became our weekly ritual. So I wasn’t surprised when she called asking me to come over. Unbeknownst to me tonight she was prepared to spice things up a bit. It was the heat of summer. 4th of July had past and it was halfway to August. Looking back now I should have noticed the slight changes. The way her new hairdo bounced as she swung open the door. The devilish grin that came across her face as she looked me up and down moments before she jumped into my arms hugging me tight. “Come in, come in.” She called. Too long out of the game I suppose, or just stupid. The flash of her pearly white teeth and the sparkle in her eyes should have given me clues but hey who says men are the smarter sex. Not I.

She was dressed in tight hip hugging blue jean shorts cut high and a sleeveless floral print cotton shirt. The strap of her red brasserie showing. As she turned leading me into the kitchen I felt a twinge in my loins. Honestly I have never up to this point had a sexual thought about Barb. Not because she wasn’t hot. Oh no, she was hot. Smoking hot at 5’7″, 118 pounds. Auburn hair and hazel green eyes. I guess it had just been our circumstances. Like I said before timing is everything. At that very moment I would have followed those long tanned legs anywhere. She led me to the back patio where I could smell the steaks searing on the grill. She bent over at the waist to grab two beers out of the cooler and I couldn’t help but notice her beautiful apple shaped butt. She caught me staring as she stood up. Handing me a beer, her sparkling eyes gazing deep into my soul. “This just might be the perfect evening.”

The back yard fanned out to the west where just beyond the property line lie the green belt.

The sun still an hour away from setting hung over the Rocky Mountains.

Trees bordered both sides providing a fence less barrier.

As we sat sipping the last of our beer, dinner now a memory, Barb revealed more of her plan with me.

“You up for a game of cards?” her voice holding on to the word game perhaps a second longer.

“Sure.” I responded while my mind processed her last question.

“What do you say we change things up a bit?”

“Like Pinochle, Rummy…?”

She flashed a smile. “I was thinking more on the lines of poker. Perhaps Anadolu Yakası Escort strip poker?”

“Uh…?” I was caught totally off guard.

“Unless you’re afraid.” she taunted flashing her teeth again.

The lightbulb finally went off in my head.

“No…uh I mean yes…uh I mean no I’m not afraid and yes I’ll play. Just caught me by surprise is all. seems so… Hmm.. How should I say it…unlike you.” he smiled back.

“That’s just the beginning.” she said bringing out two large wooden bowls.

Handing me one she announced, “this one’s for you.”

At the bottom of the bowl were folded strips of paper. ‘She’s been preparing this for some time.’ I considered.

“May I?” I asked before reaching in to grab one of the strips.

I could see her tense momentarily, “Sure.”

Hesitating I said, “You don’t seem to sure.”

“Nope I’m ready to see what this night may bring.”

Still a little confused I dove in. There were perhaps ten folded strips inside and as I fished out one I was stunned by the words written on them.

“Whoa. You really want me to do this?”

She smiled wryly, “I do after you have lost all your clothes.”

“But what if I win?”

She handed me the other bowl.

Taking one I read it aloud.

I will tie you to the nearest tree and give you a hand job.

My cock strained to be released as I looked out at a tall slender maple.

I had to pinch myself to see if this was only a dream. “Uh…really?”

“Uh…yes.” she smiled back. “I have wanted you for some time now and since you aren’t going to make the first move I guess I’d better before they put me in a rest home.”

“You’re serious?” I asked again.

“You gonna talk or play?” as she handed me a blue deck of playing cards.

I couldn’t quit thinking about the first piece of paper in read.

You will eat my pussy on the tailgate of your truck.

After 5 hands I had her down to just her panties and bra. ‘Things are looking good for me.’ I chuckled, having only taken off my shoes and socks.

But the next three hands went to Barb. Now I’m sitting with a stiff tent pole in my underwear.

“What are you going to tie me up with?” I sneered.

Laughing it off she mocked, “Your cock if you don’t watch it.”

I was starting to like this Barb. Staring at her perky tits pressed tight in her red pushup bra.

“I can’t wait to feel that tongue of yours.” trying to throw off my concentration.

No such luck. The next hand went to me. I was sure she was going to lose the bra but to my surprise she stood up giving me a better look at her hour glass shape. Pulling on the side ties her red laced panties dropped to her feet. Trimmed neatly, her auburn colored tuft sat perfectly above her swollen vulva. Her inner lips protruding slightly. It was nothing short of perfection.

Winning a hand job had just been surpassed by a chance to tongue fuck this gorgeous specimen of a pussy.

I watched it disappear as she sat back down.

It was a little after one in the morning when we snuck out the side door of the garage. Lucky for me I had backed in on her driveway. I guess to make a quick getaway in case things didn’t work out. God I was excited as we crept along behind her heading out towards the front. Unlike most neighborhoods the houses weren’t side by side. There was a little space between them. Perhaps fifty feet. Barb giggled while the tailgate screeched as it was lowered. Like Tigger from Winnie the Poo, she sprung from the ground twisting in midair to land quietly. Her long firm legs dangling over the edge. She Pendik Escort held out her arms silently requesting a hug. I conceded.

As her arms and legs encircled me she leaned into my ear and whispered, “You can just fuck me if you’d rather.”

I turned, our faces held within an inch of the other and kissed her. Full on the lips. Then directing her with my touch to lay back I sucked and squeezed on her magnificent globes. Her hands pressing my head into them. I nibbled and licked on her pencil sized nipples as my hands massaged them.

Releasing my head from her grasp I ran my tongue down to her belly button. It was an innie. My hands slid down to her knees pushing them apart. Barb helped by placing her feet on either side of my broad shoulders. My full attention was now that pussy. Especially those inner lips, which were now opening as a morning flower wakes with the dawn glistening with fresh dew.

I lowered my face to get a closeup of such beauty. As I gaze across her reddish tuft I could see her breasts rise as her hands ran freely across them. I watched to see her response as I lightly flicked my tongue across her lips lapping at the nectar. Like a waltz I followed my partners lead as her gyrations led me up one side and down the other until it was circling her clitoris. Her feet pressed down on my shoulders, her tight butt lifting. “Stick it in.” she called and my tongue pierced into her tasty darkness. I curled it inward to stroke the backside of her clit sending her into erotic spasms. As she came her hands firmly pressed the back of my head. With my nose tight against her swollen clit and my tongue buried deep her lips stretched across my cheeks. I thought for an instant I was going to disappear into her abyss.

As her spasms subsided I lifted her limp legs from off my shoulders and carried her back into the house. On the couch I handed her a glass of water as she regained her energy. “Man that felt good. It makes me wonder why I waited for so long.” I just smiled.

Her eyes sparkled, “You ready to play the next hand?”

“Next hand, I figured you were done for the night.”

“Hell no, I’m just getting started.” she sassed picking up the deck of cards. “Draw from your bowl.”

Reaching in, I pulled another strip, reading it aloud. “You will let me…Hell no…”

Barb rolled her eyes. “C’mon what does it say?”

I will let you spank me.I moaned.

“Sounds fun.” you could see her enjoying the moment.

I was really hoping for a hand job but the next hand was not in my favor.

“Oh dear, look who won.” Barb giggled.

I pleaded. “You really going to do this?”

“Lets go to the kitchen and I will let you know.”

Timidly I walked into the kitchen my semi hard cock pointing the way.

Barb’s voice ordered, “Lean across the island.”

The granite was cold against my chest and abs. My dwindling cock rubbed the underside of the slab countertop.

“Mmm what a nice tight ass you have.” she cooed moments before I heard the first crack followed closely by a oddly pleasurable stinging heat across the middle of my butt.

“Wow!” I hollered turning my head back to see Barb staring at my ass. “I didn’t expect that.”

“Did it hurt?” she asked but before I could answer, “Just one more!” she begged. “That was fantastic.” Her fingers lightly touching the spot she had just slapped.

I held onto the edge of the granite as I again heard the sharp crack followed by the stinging heat.

“Okay, okay. Let’s try something new.” I proposed.

As we walked back to the couch she said, “I hope you get to spank me sometime. Kurtköy Escort That was an incredible feeling.”

It was a little tender as I sat back down pulling another strip from the bowl.

I hacked as I read.Masturbate for me into a wine glass.”You thought up all these?” I questioned.

She smiled. “I have always wanted to watch a man masturbate. Knowing he’s doing it for me.”

“Deal ’em in.”

Looking at my hand I was sure I had won. “Ha, three of a kind.”

Slowly she placed her cards one by one in front of me. “Full house.”

“Arrrggghh. this ain’t fair.”

“Life isn’t fair but c’mon I’ll help make it better.”

Taking my hand she led me out to the maple tree in her backyard. A large length of rope lay at its base.

I whined. “No, you won. go get the wineglass.”

“Stay right here.” she teased. “I’ll be right back.” My cock stiffening as I watched her bare ass run back to the house.

By the time she got back, which was only seconds later, my cock was pointing up at the stars.

She sat up a lawn chair a few feet away holding the wineglass out like a debutant as I started to stroke my hard shaft.

“Lean back and give me your hands.” came the order as she jumped up from the chair.

“Why?” I asked. “I lost.”

“Let’s call it two for one.”

Not wanting to question, I did as I was told and soon she had my hands tied firmly around the maple.

“You look like you’re ready for some action.” as she pulled my cock down then letting it spring back toward the sky.

Kneeling, she spat into her hand and began stroking my rock hard erection. Twisting and tugging slowly up and down the shaft. Building the tempo.

Her eyes never leaving the mushroom shaped head which was now beginning to ooze. She squeezed a large sticky droplet onto her fingertip then drawing it to her outstretched tongue.

“Mmmm.” she resumed her stroking as now the clear liquid flowed with every pull.

My breathing changed and she noticed. “Hey stud, you getting ready?”

“Uh huh.” I groaned as she quickened her pace.

“Shoot for me baby, I want to see your white cream gush out.”

I was almost there when I saw Barb’s other hand hold up a wine glass and at the same time look directly into my soul with those beautiful hazel green eyes.

That was all it took. Before she had the chance to stick the head of my cock into the glass I erupted. The first white stream ricocheted off the side of the glass splashing its warm seed across her chin and neck.

Startled she laughed. “Yikes!” Pulling my shaft down so that the remainder of my cum squirted into the glass.

“Dang baby, Looks like you haven’t cum in forever.” as she milked.

“Ooo that felt so….Uuunngghh” the words hung on my tongue as her lips surrounded my semi hard rod sucking ferociously at what little seed was left residing in the shaft.

“Can’t let any go to waste.” Barb grinned.

I gasped and through sex blurred vision I could see my splooge streaked like paint on her chin. “Uh I think you still have some…”

“Oops, can’t forget that.” grabbing my cock roughly she wiped the beautiful mess that first blast had created, finishing by devouring the dripping head, her tongue lapping at my balls.

“Uuuunnnggghh.” I moaned again.

I was spent. My legs wobbly as my back pressed against the maple. The top of Barb’s head just reached my chin as she stood to see if their was any life left in my blue eyes. “What should we do with this?” holding up the half full wineglass.

Exhausted I uttered, “whatever you want babe, whatever you want.”

She pondered only a second before tipping it up and I watched s she chugged it down her throat.

“Delicious.” she ran her tongue across her lips then raised up on her tip toes, kissing me firmly on the lips before sliding her tongue across to meet mine.