Annie had a big grin on her face as she got off the bed. She came up on her toes with her hands above her naked body as she showed off to me and stretched at the same time. “Daddy, I need a hot shower before we go out for coffee.”

I was kicked back in my office chair with my feet up on the desk at the end of her bed. She had slept naked on her side with her knees drawn up. The crystal head of the butt plug in her ass was on full display for me. Watching it rock slightly as her inner muscles grabbed it made me smile.

“Do you need me to scrub your back?” I asked.

With a giggle, she replied, “My back wouldn’t be all you’d scrub. Anyway, I slept longer than I meant too. I need to hurry if we’re going to make our meeting at the café.”

“Your meeting at the café. I’ll just be along for immoral support,” I replied with a grin.

“After that walk up the stairs, I can believe the immoral part,” she whispered as she headed for the bathroom.

“Leave the door open,” I said as she went into the bathroom.

She grinned at me over her shoulder. “I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

*****

As Annie showered, I packed the green wig, the shirt, the skirt, the thigh high stockings, and the high heels she had worn earlier into a small gym bag. If things worked out with the waitress then I would have a surprise for both of the young ladies.

Annie came out of the bathroom still drying off with a towel. She looked around and asked, “Uh, where did my clothes go?”

“You’re wearing the same thing you wore the first time we met,” I said with a big smile.

With a groan, she whispered, “You made me so messy that day.”

I chuckled and shook my head. “No, you made you so messy that day. I was the cleanup crew when we got back here.”

With a chuckle, she replied, “And then the cleanup crew needed a cleanup crew.”

“It was your idea to sit on my face as you sucked my dick again,” I pointed out.

She tossed the towel on the bed and went to her closet. She hurriedly found the blue wig, the corset, the half jacket, and the short skirt, she had worn that day. She tossed the clothes on the bed and went to pick up her thigh high boots.

“High heels,” I said. “Black ones.”

With a groan she bent at the waist and sorted among her shoes until she found a matching pair of black high heels. Her ass was pointed at me and the jewel on the butt plug was on full display. She looked at me from between her legs as she wiggled her ass.

As she straightened up, she looked over her shoulder. “I thought you were going to pull that plug out and plug something else in.”

I shook my head. “Someone was in a big hurry and took all the stuffing out of the replacement plug,” I told her.

She giggled and licked her lips as she turned around. “I sure did and came so hard I needed a nap.”

“So get a move on before you miss a chance at a nearly virgin pussy to lick,” I said pushing buttons.

She gave me a sharp look as she grabbed the blue wig off the bed. Her mouth opened as if she was going to protest but then it closed as she hurried over to her makeup table to put on the wig and her face.

The corset with the small half cups supporting her full breasts took the most time to get on to her liking. Putting on a pair of black thigh high stockings gave her a chance to flash me several ways. The short denim skirt was next and then the half jacket.

She had the bottom of the zipper on the half jacket connected and played with the pull as she slip on her high heels. When she had the shoes on, she turned my way and zipped the jacket all the way up.

I smiled at her and said, “The waistband of the skirt goes under the front and back edges of the corset.”

She chuckled and whispered, “So observant,” as she worked the skirt down slightly and moved the rounded bottom of the corset over the waistband. Now there was a part of her sides and hips showing where the corset was cut upward in an arch.

“Much better,” I said as I stood up and slipped my shoes on. I walked over to her and kissed her on the forehead. As I did, I pulled the zipper on the jacket down halfway.

She groaned as she looked down at the skin and cleavage showing between the lapels of the jacket. “That, that’s a little much isn’t it?” She asked with a shiver.

“That is the way you will wear it on the street,” I said and then reached over and unzipped the jacket completely. “This the way you can wear it to the lobby.”

She made a whimpering sound and slowly rolled her shoulders. A deep groan came to her lips as she did. “Daddy, the satin liner rubs my nipples even when I breathe with it undone.”

“Doesn’t it though,” I said with a grin. “Not to mention if you turn too fast, one breast or the other will be exposed. A good way to flash if the urge hits you.”

With a shiver, she whispered, “That urge as you call it, is with me most of the time.”

“Shall we go,” I said as I waved my arm to indicate that she was to go first.

As I opened the door to the hall, I asked, “Stairs or elevator?”

She giggled şerifali escort as she walked out into the hall without looking either way. “The stairs would be orgasmic with the butt plug in but the elevator would be faster.”

Waiting for the elevator, she put her hands in the pockets of the short jacket. She used those to open and close the front of the jacket as she flashed her bare breasts at me. Her nipples were hard enough for the circles underneath each one to have a crinkled look.

In the elevator, she stood next to me facing the door with the jacket held wide open. She took a deep shivery breath as we descended. “You know if that door opens and there is someone there, I’m going to come like crazy.”

“I wouldn’t have it any other way,” I said with a grin.

She closed the jacket as the doors opened for the lobby. I zipped it up halfway and she took her hands out of her pockets. “Shall we,” I said as I took her hand and led her out of the elevator. I had to smile at the way her shoulders came back and her breasts rose higher.

“Excellent,” I told her as I paused to open the street level door.

She had a big smile on her face as she walked down the front steps. She was chewing on her bottom lip by the time she reached the sidewalk. She took a deep breath and whispered, “The butt plug rocking and my nipples rubbing on the satin as my breasts bounce freely. Like I said earlier, we need a building with more steps.”

I turned us in the direction of the café and said, “Your breasts bouncing under that jacket are breathtaking to behold.”

She giggled as she started to walk with one foot in front of the other. Her hips swiveled nicely and her breasts moved in counter point. I knew the plug was holding her attention on one end and her nipples on the other.

So far she hadn’t seemed to notice the old gym bag in my other hand.

*****

We arrived at the café a few minutes after four. I led us back to the table we had sat at earlier. Annie was distracted looking for the young waitress. She wasn’t in sight. A waitress we hadn’t seen before took our order and headed off toward the serving counter.

“I was going to ask if she had left already,” Annie whispered, “But I don’t know her name.”

“That sounds like us that first day,” I replied.

A moment later, the young blonde waitress came out of a door marked ‘Office’ next to the bathroom doors. Annie’s face blossomed into a broad grin. The waitress wore a sloppy t-shirt and long shorts. She paused and looked around. Her smile was as big as Annie’s as she headed our way.

She hurried over and sat down across from Annie. They both just sat there grinning at each other. To break the ice, I said, “Do you always change clothes here after work?”

That broke their eye contact as the waitress looked at me. “Yes, they do the laundry so they have control of how the uniforms look. It also doesn’t advertise where we work as we go to and from work.”

I nodded. “That last can be very important for your safety.”

The waitress looked back at Annie and stuck out her hand. “I’m Mattie.”

“I’m Annie,” Annie said as she took the young woman’s hand.

As they held hands, I said, “My name is Mud.”

Mattie looked at me with a big grin but that changed when Annie said, “His name is Mud, Harry Mud.”

With a groan, Mattie whispered, “Your parents sure hated you.”

“The thought had crossed my mind a time or two,” I replied with a wink.

Looking back at Annie, Mattie said, “I like this outfit even better than the other one. Especially the blue hair.”

Annie’s eyes went wide as her hand went to her throat. She looked at me quickly and said, “I forgot my collar and heart.”

I reached in my coat pocket and pulled the black dog collar out and it had the red heart on it. “I don’t miss much,” I said with a wink.

“You sure don’t,” she replied, returned the wink, and hurriedly put the collar on.

The waitress appeared with our drinks and Mattie order a coke. As I stirred sugar into my coffee, I looked at Mattie and asked, “Did you like the outfit Annie had on earlier?”

She shivered and nodded. “Especially the way she had the nerve to pull the skirt up.”

“She did the same thing with the skirt she has on now, the first time we met,” I said with a loving glance at Annie.

Mattie giggled. “And here I sit wearing shorts and a T-shirt.”

I picked up the gym bag and sat it on the corner of the table next to Mattie’s elbow. “The whole outfit is in the bag, from the wig to the heels. “I didn’t pack the panties for obvious reasons.”

Annie groaned and whispered, “Because I’m wearing them.”

Mattie’s eyes were wide as she stared at the gym bag. “I, I, I,” she stammered and then groaned as the waitress arrived with her coke. That brought a bright blush to her face as she said, “Thank you,” to the waitress.

All three of us watched the older woman walk away. When she was out of earshot, I said, “You’re taller so the skirt may be short so you can kavacık escort wear it lower on your hips.”

“What, uh, what size heels do you wear?” Annie asked suddenly.

“Uh, size six,” Mattie replied seemingly on autopilot. She glanced at me and shivered. A glance at the gym bag drew a soft moan.

Annie giggled. “She’s thinking about it hard.”

“I couldn’t wear that outfit,” Mattie protested in return.

“Why not?” I asked.

“Yeah, what he said,” Annie added quickly. “You would look super sexy.”

Mattie looked around quickly and whispered, “The people I work with….”

“Are any of them here or is this the evening crew?” I asked.

She groaned and took a deep breath. “The evening crew,” she replied softly.

“Go for it,” Annie urged her. “That green wig will hide a lot about who you are.”

“And that form fitting shirt will keep people’s eyes away from your face,” I added with a grin.

Mattie groaned as her eyes went to the cleavage showing in the opening of Annie’s jacket. Her eyes jumped up to Annie’s face. “Your breasts are twice as big as mine.”

Annie grinned. “How big are your nipples and how hard do they get?”

Mattie’s hands came up to the front of her t-shirt. They hovered there a moment and then returned to the table. “Right now they are so hard they hurt,” she whispered.

“Then go change but no playing with them while you do,” Annie whispered with a big grin.

Mattie’s hands came up to hover again for a moment. Suddenly, the right one darted to the side and landed on the handles to the gym bag. “I, I, I,” she stammered as she stood up.

“Bring the gym bag back with your clothes and shoes in it,” I told her.

She let out a soft moan and headed for the Office.

*****

Annie had finished her tea and ordered another glass as I worked on my second cup of coffee. “Do you think she will do it, Daddy?” She asked softly as her head turned toward the office door.

“I think so but you never know,” I said with my eyes on the same place as hers.

The door to the office opened to show Mattie standing with the gym bag in one hand. The green wig covered part of her face. The same colored high heels made her look even taller. The white stocking drew the eye to her legs. The short black flared skirt rode low on her hips.

The icing on the cake was the form fitting pullover shirt. It was molded to her breasts, It also showed the way her nipples were upturned away from the fuller lower part. She was rocking her weight from one foot to the other in indecision.

Annie groaned and said, “Awesome. Is that how I looked in that outfit?”

“Pretty much,” I replied. “Except your breasts were bigger and your nipples more centered.”

Mattie took a very deep breath and started out of the Office. She paused to shut the door and then turned to walk directly over to our table. “So scary,” she whispered as she sat down in her chair.

“So awesome,” Annie said with a big smile.

“Beautiful, just beautiful,” I added as I took the gym bag from her.

Mattie groaned and leaned forward to cover her breasts. Annie frowned and shook her head. “The first rule of showing off is no hiding. Sit up straight and pull your shoulders back. Hold you head high and be proud of what you are showing.”

“I, I, I,” Mattie stammered but she did sit up a little straighter.

Annie giggled. “Don’t make me come over there and pull your shoulders back.”

“You wouldn’t stop at just the shoulders,” I said with a grin.

Mattie groaned, sat up straight, pulled her shoulders back, and held her head high. “People are looking at me.”

Annie whispered, “Isn’t that the point of showing off?”

Mattie took a deep breath that made her breast rise and fall slowly. “I’ve never done anything even close to this.”

“Then it is about time,” Annie replied. “Now relax and drink your coke.”

“Relax? Impossible,” Mattie said as she picked up the glass of coke.

I leaned sideways and looked at Mattie’s thighs. The skirt was at mid thigh but her knees were several inches apart. I looked around the room and smiled. The place was mostly empty and everyone who was there, was up toward the front of the room.

With a look at Annie, I said, “Pretty semi private, wouldn’t you agree?”

Annie looked around and shivered. “More people than Starbucks but….”

Mattie looked around and groaned as her eyes dropped to her lap. “The thought of flashing where I work has my sex clenched up so tight it hurts.”

Annie giggled. “Squirm down in the chair more and allow your knees to spread wider. That is the way I did it in that skirt.”

“But you started with the skirt a lot higher than it is now,” I pointed out as I leaned over and looked at the hem of the skirt in question.

Mattie’s eyes darted to me and then back to Annie. “I, I, I,” she stammered but Annie nodded her head.

I was surprised when Mattie’s hands dropped to her lap and the hem of the skirt moved toward her sex until it was an caddebostan escort inch above the top of her thigh highs. She squirmed down in the chair as her knees spread a few inches wider. She made a soft groaning sound.

“Nice,” I whispered as I looked directly at the hem of the skirt where it barely covered her sex.

Mattie groaned louder, rocked her knees closed and then rocked them back wider than ever. Two things became very apparent. One, she was a natural blond and second, her sex was very small, round, and low down between her thighs.

“Yummy,” I whispered and her eyes darted my way again as she squirmed in the chair even more.

Annie looked at me sharply and then knocked her spoon off the table with her elbow. “Oops,” she said with a big grin as she leaned sideways to retrieve the spoon. She groaned deeply as she looked under the table. Mattie’s sex was fully exposed to her eyes.

Mattie let out a loud moan and jerked the hem of the skirt down. Her hips were rocking back and forth with a jerky motion. She was slowly leaning forward the longer her hips jerked. She ended up with her forehead resting on her crossed forearms on the table.

Annie retrieved the spoon and sat up with wide eyes as she looked at Mattie’s slow collapse. She looked at me and shivered. “That, that was awesome looking,” she whispered.

“Her showing off her pussy or her coming?” I asked with a grin.

Annie whispered, “Yes,” with a hiss in her voice.

Mattie must have heard her because she took a deep breath and held it for a few moments before letting it out with the same word, the same way. A few moments later, she raised her head and looked around quickly. Not seeing anyone staring at her, she slowly sat up.

When her eyes darted to Annie for a second, Annie giggled and said in a whispered, “That should have relaxed you.”

Mattie looked at her with wide eyes. She groaned deeply and replied, “That’s the problem, nothing is relaxed. My nipples ache, my pussy if clenched up as tight as ever, and my ass has a death grip on my butt plug.”

“Welcome to the new normal,” Annie whispered. “I’m in exactly the same state.”

Just for the fun of it and to add fuel to the fires already burning, I said to Annie, “Why don’t you show her how hard your right nipple is.”

Annie’s eyes grew wide as she looked around the room. Then it dawned on her that the jacket would shield her breast from most of the room. She still made a soft whimpering sound as her hand went to the zipper and slowly pulled it down.

Mattie looked around quickly and whispered, “You, you wouldn’t dare.”

Annie smiled as she pulled out the bottom edge of the jacket. It rose up and out to expose her whole right breast and the hard fingertip sized nipple on the end of it. She groaned deeply as her hand stopped moving. She glanced to her right and slowly lowered the jacket back into place.

“Good job,” I told her with a wink.

Mattie looked at me and then back to Annie. “Your daddy is a big instigator.”

Annie shivered and said, “Isn’t he though. One of the main things I love about him. He has a very dirty mind.”

I chuckled as I shook my head. “More like I have a very kinky daughter.”

Mattie look at me. “How about me? I’m not your daughter and you put all sorts of ideas in my head.”

“You’ve already admitted that you are shy and kinky on the inside,” I replied.

She grinned and whispered, “True, very true.”

“What is going to happen as the kinky beats out the shy?” Annie asked softly.

Mattie shivered hard and blushed. “Orgasms, bigger and better orgasms,” she whispered as she sat up straight and pulled her shoulders back.

Annie chuckled and nodded as she said, “Oh yeah, don’t I know it.”

I took my last sip of coffee and found it cold. I made a face and asked, “Shall we take this show on the road?”

Annie looked at Mattie and winked. “I know this excellent place in the park.”

“Uh, excellent for what?” Mattie asked with big eyes.

“You’ll have to come along and find out,” I replied as I stood up. I had to adjust my suit coat to cover my hard-on.

Annie giggled and Mattie gave her a funny look. “Daddy very obviously enjoyed our showing off,” she whispered as she stood up and zipped the jacket up halfway.

*****

Outside the café, Annie took the lead through the afternoon foot traffic. Mattie walked next to me as her head swiveled back and forth. She was trying to see everyone who was looking at her. By the time we reached the corner of the cross street, she was breathing hard.

Annie looked her up and down and asked, “Yeah, being looked at is kind of breathtaking.”

Mattie groaned and whispered, “Not to mention the way these high heels are making my butt plug move.”

“Haven’t you ever walked around in heels with it in?” Annie asked and Mattie shook her head.

“I always wear flats when I’m working,” she replied a moment later. “And I very seldom go out.”

Annie groaned and whispered, “I think dancing in a club with a butt plug in would be killer.”

“I’m about to die just walking down the street,” Mattie whispered in reply.

The light changed and we crossed the street. Annie stepped up on the curb and took Mattie’s hand. She took a right and headed off down the sidewalk. I followed along behind. This street had far less foot traffic. The two young women were talking softly.

Zachary, like so many young men, had a habit wearing an old, ratty pair of grey sweatpants when he was home. He had a lot of nice clothes but always seemed to prefer the sweatpants. Every chance I got, I would wash them. Often, he would fall asleep on the couch, wearing only those sweatpants. I would cover him with a blanket, leave a bottle of water on the side table and watch him sleep for a few minutes before I headed off to bed. Some nights, I could not help but notice the pronounced “tent” in his pants as he slept and I wondered what he was dreaming of. He looked so sweet, angelic and innocent as he slept. While he was just a houseguest, I began to think of him as a son. He was becoming my wonderful baby boy and I was becoming his mother. He was not only beginning to see me as his surrogate mother but also the center of his most libidinous apparitions.

While the maternal feelings and my ravenous yearnings to be the object of his desire conflicted one another, I felt a summation of emotions that seemed to balance well. As the weather warmed and my body hardened, my wardrobe at home became more and more revealing. At night my robes were shorter and during the day, a sports bra, as a top, became common attire. His innocent eyes watched my body as I moved and my lips as I spoke. He was captivated and I was obsessed. I even fantasized kozyatağı escort about leaving my shower door cracked, just a little, to give him a show if he wanted to peek. I wasn’t ready for that but the thought of being voyeuristic for him made me crazy!

Whenever he was lounging his those old sweatpants, I really stepped up my game. it was obvious, he wore them without underwear and instantly, I knew if I had his attention. There was always a moment where he couldn’t quite hide his growing manhood and he was good at hiding it quickly. He concentrates so hard, trying to make it subside, so I won’t notice, but that just makes me move closer to him, touch his leg and flirt a bit. Smile and flash him my best seductive grin just to enjoy watching my virgin houseguest squirm. I want him to have to touch it and think of me the instant he is alone. In the deep, dark recesses of my wicked and depraved psyche, sometimes, I wanted to touch it too. I generally dismissed those thoughts as fleeting but they came more and more frequently. He had never even kissed a girl and he was looking at me with an adorably awkward lust that I could not get enough of!

I did not want him to move home with his mom during the summer. I called Jane and suggested Zachary take summer classes erenköy escort and she, to my surprise, agreed. Jane was enjoying having an empty nest. My youngest would be home all summer but he works a lot and spends time with his friends and probably girls too. He also felt that Zachary was a nerd and didn’t really like him. He wouldn’t get in my way. Zachary had very few friends and had likely never even tried to flirt with a girl, so we could spend plenty of time together. I was already planning on doing lots and lots of sunbathing. Of course, Zachary wouldn’t mind rubbing sunblock on my back. He’s a good boy. We would have quite a bit of time alone and I wanted to use the warm weather to show my body to him. I was aching to feel him crave me. It was delightful how he could look at me as both a mother and an object of his ever-growing desire. I didn’t know what I wanted from my adventure but I was sure of the fact that I wanted more.

As his semester wrapped up, Zachary spent most of his free time preparing for finals. I briefly had to stop being such a profligate and naughty nurturer and let him study. This gave me time to plan the ways I might garner his attention later. I flipped through catalogs and ordered items for my new summer wardrobe. I wanted to be able brandish my harem escort body for his young, unblemished mind to enjoy. I imagined his mind being totally pure and free of any perverse thoughts before moving here, and now, I had the privilege of corrupting him. The thought of appearing to be just going about my day while, the whole time, allowing his eyes to feast on me was a thrill beyond anything I could have imagined.

Things changed one night as I prepared for bed. Zachary was relaxing on the love seat, donning his old sweatpants and I traipsed in behind him. Before I could even question myself, I leaned down and wrapped my arms around him. I could see his pants tighten as his friend sprung to life. He couldn’t lift his leg fast enough to hide it. I placed my lips to his ear and in my most sultry voice whispered “Zachy, I’m going to bed. Turn the lights off when you turn in. Good night.” His entire body nervously tightened and I had to suppress a giggle. I then, exhaled gently through my nose, softly pecked his ear with my lips and felt his heart pounding under my arm and, as I strutted toward my room, he never made a sound.

I laid on my soft bed, feeling the cool air blowing over me in the dark and my mind enjoyed only one thought. He was in the next room, thinking about me and fantasizing about me. He didn’t need porn or a girlfriend, I was sure, he only thought about me and I never wanted that to end. I constantly brainstormed ways to keep his attention on me and drive him wild. He loved staring at his phone and at his video games but I wanted him to stare at me more. I felt like the most unrestrained, raptorial, wanton mother figure ever, and I loved it.

I wanna taste love and pain
Wanna feel pride and shame
I don’t wanna take my time
Don’t wanna waste one line
I wanna live better days
Never look back and say
Could have been me
It could have been me

“Could Have Been Me” – The Struts

Sorry it’s been a while since Chapter One! I was still deciding if I wanted to continue with Alex and Alec or not. But the comments were right; they have a sweet story that I wanted to explore, and see how they grow. Again, all names and appearances have been changed to protect the true identities of those the characters are based off of and any similarities are purely coincidental. Let me know what I did right, what I did wrong, and what you hope to see in the next chapter!

***

I hummed along to the sound on my car radio as my hands tapped the beat on the steering wheel, a habit I had picked up from Alec in the three months we’d been dating. I smiled to myself at the thought. Me, dating like a normal girl again. I shook my head and glanced at my makeup in the mirror before returning my eyes to the road. Happiness swelled up inside my chest like a balloon.

“Don’t forget to take the pill every day, on time,” my doctor had chimed to me. That was a week ago, and I had told Alec that after a week the birth control took effect.

I finished humming the song and then concentrated on the drive, banishing the dirty images from my mind to make my breasts and pussy stop tingling in anticipation. The sun shone brightly through the window, glinting off cars and warming me even as the AC blasted. Soon enough, the house that Alec shared with his roommates loomed. I pulled up to the curb and practically skipped up to the door.

He swung it open before I could knock, startling me. “Good morning!”

“Jesus Christ,” I leaned against the wall. “Give me a heart attack, why don’t you?”

Alec laughed as an apologetic and sheepish look crossed his face. He wore his hair down, and it kissed his bare shoulders before falling to his nipples. Another tingle ran through my pussy at the sight of his bare chest. I couldn’t help but laugh with him, and he folded me in his arms and gave me a quick kiss.

“That’s all I get this morning?” I teased him as I kicked my sandals off in the usual spot.

“You have to ask for more Alex,” he answered.

I felt my face go from pleasantly pink to fire truck red. “Er… well… will you… kiss me more?”

He closed the door behind me and put his hands on either side of my head, trapping me there. He leaned in close, until I could smell the peppermint from his toothpaste. I couldn’t help it, I giggled. He jerked back in surprise.

“Thanks for brushing your teeth,” I snickered.

“Well I didn’t think you wanted me to kiss you with morning breath, let alone fuck you and breathe it all over you.” He snorted.

“Shut up and kiss me before you burn my face off, dork.”

Alec closed the distance between us quickly, his soft lips pressing against mine. I breathed a sigh out against him as I opened my mouth for him, his tongue seeking entrance and dipping in eagerly when he found it. My hands went first to his chest, feeling the smoothness of the skin there before dipping down to the edge of his shorts.

“I really hope your roommates aren’t home watching this,” I whispered when he let my lips go.

“I made sure of it.”

“So are you planning on fucking me here against the front door, or…?”

It was his turn to blush then. “You asked me to kiss you.”

I slipped out from under his arm and scampered towards the stairs, turning to see his eyes were on my ass. Yeah, Danny was right. The yoga pants would have him tongue tied as they clung to what little cheeks I had.

“Coming?” I purred, “Or did you want to watch me go up?”

“Right behind you,” he assured.

“Uh huh. Enjoy the view.”

The growing bulge in his pants told me that he did, in fact, enjoy the sight. I shimmied out of my pink tank top once I reached the top of the stairs and turned to wait for him. He really was right behind me! His arms closed around my waist as he pulled me tight against him, yakacık escort kissing my lips, down to my neck, and then back up frantically as we stumbled to his room. I hope it was his room, anyway.

He let me go to close the door, and then turned back to me. His eyes dropped down to my breasts. I knew what he was seeing. They were hardly more than a handful, but the black lace bra was a pushup, and did more than enough to help me out. A low growl came from his throat.

“Do you like it?” I asked softly.

“I love it. Take it off.”

I turned around and swept my hair away for him. “You do it.”

In a second his clumsy hands pulled at my strap. I let out another giggle. “You’ll figure out how to do it fast if you do it more often.”

“Seeing you strip for me is much sexier,” he whispered against my ear. I shivered as he unclasped it, and pulled it free of me. His hands trailed up my hips and stomach, resting just underneath my breasts. I wiggled a bit, trying to get him to touch them. Finally, he slid his warm hands up to my breasts and squeezed lightly while his lips found my neck.

I tilted my head to give him easier access and moaned as his thumbs rubbed along my sensitive nipples. His erection was pressed between my ass cheeks, and he started to grind slowly into me. Pleasure was running through me, from my breasts and running all the way down to my pussy, where it stayed and grew into a burning need.

“Alec,” I whimpered—and then I moaned as his fingers captured my nipples and gave a gentle tug.

“Yes?” He whispered deviously back.

“You can fuck me without a condom now,” I said.

He went still all over. His cock throbbed where it rested between my ass cheeks.

“What did you just say?”

I pulled his hands off of me and turned to face him. “You can fuck me without a condom. I’ve been on the pill for a week. It works now. 99% you know, even better than condoms.”

When he stared at me and didn’t respond I shrugged. “Unless you prefer the rubbers. I brought those in case.”

“99% huh?”

“That’s what I said.”

Within a second, Alec picked me up and tossed me onto the bed. I landed with a surprised “oof” and stared up at him. He grasped my yoga pants and pulled them off quickly, and gave another groan at the sight of my panties. I had meant to display them and the bra at the same time, but it still worked out fine. They were made of black lace, too. I wiggled out of them for him, and then grasped his black basketball shorts.

He closed his hazel eyes that I loved so much as I brought down his boxers next and found his cock ready for me. It stood proudly, circumcised with pre-cum oozing slowly out of the hole. I leaned curiously forward and slid my tongue slowly up his length. He gasped and twitched, but otherwise remained still.

“If you’re not comfortable doing that–.” He started.

“Shh,” I said. I kissed the tip gently, opening my mouth slowly and pulling it in, careful to keep my teeth out of the way. He twitched again, and I pressed my tongue against the bottom of his cock.

“Oh Jesus,” he gasped. “That’s why girls get their tongues pierced.”

I would have laughed any other time, but I was too focused. Instead, I started to pull more of him into my mouth. He moaned again and thrust forward. It was gentle, but I was not prepared for it as it went into my throat. I gagged around him and pulled off, laughing at myself.

“Sorry,” he said. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay,” I reassured him. “I just need more practice.”

“You’re okay with that? I know… with your past…”

I looked up at him past his cock. He had nothing but gentleness and caring in his eyes—well, no, I saw some lust there, too. I smiled at him. “I’m okay with you. I trust you.”

He bent down and gently pushed me back until I was laying down, and then he kicked his boxers and shorts off of his feet, crawling up until he was above me. He kissed me gently.

“How do you want to do this?” He asked. “I mean… what position?”

“Shouldn’t you have asked before you got on me?” I replied. samandıra escort “How do you want to do this? It’s your surprise.”

He grinned. “What about… doggy?”

I paused to assess myself. About a month into the relationship we had tried to have sex in the pitch black of his room at night. We’d realized that if I couldn’t see Alec, I’d freak out. Since nothing in my head was telling me not to try doggy, I nodded.

“Start off slow,” I warned. Alec lifted up off of me so I could get on my hands and knees. I lowered my head down and wiggled my ass at him.

“I prefer it without the pants,” he joked. His hand ran down my backside, making my skin break out in goose bumps. He rested that hand on my ass and squeezed while I felt his other hand probe my pussy. “You’re already really wet, wow.”

“You did grope the shit out of my tits,” I reminded him.

“Or maybe you like sucking dick after all.” He removed the hand from my pussy and I felt something much thicker probe at my entrance. A small whimper escaped me as he pushed the tip of his cock into me. “You okay?”

“Yeah,” I whispered. “Slow.”

He slowly pushed another inch into me, and then back out. He put both of his hands on my hips and then pushed himself inch by inch into me until he was buried balls deep. I felt them press up against my clit and moaned involuntarily.

“Good?” He checked.

“Good,” I panted. “You?”

“It feels better,” Alec admitted gruffly. “Fuck Alex.”

He pulled back out and then slid into me again all the way. I gasped at the intense pleasure that shot through me. He repeated, still going slow. When no bad emotions rose up, I shut my eyes.

“You can go faster now,” I said.

“Are you asking me to?”

“Don’t be a tease.”

“I’m just saying…” I didn’t think it was possible, but he pulled out of me at the pace a snail fucking crawls.

“Fuck me!” I said impatiently.

The only warning I got was the feeling of his fingers tightening on my hips. And then he plunged into me deliciously, making me mewl with pleasure as he fucked me in earnest.

“Alec,” I moaned. “God I think you’re hitting my G spot—yes! Right there! Oh!”

He grunted and groaned from behind me, occasionally growling a quick “fuck”. The sound of his balls clapping against my clit was just as hot as his moans, and the feelings coursing through me from the repeated stimulation was going to push me over the edge faster than I ever had before. I grasped the sheets beneath me tightly and started to push back into him, using my body to tell him to fuck me harder.

He slammed into me with everything he had.

“You’re going to come inside of me this time,” I moaned. “Aren’t you?”

“Yes,” he hissed. “So fucking deep inside of you.”

“Yes Alec,” I gasped, feeling my climax rushing at me. “I’m getting so fucking close!”

“I can’t hold back,” he warned in a gruff tone, slowing slightly.

It was too late for him to stop my orgasm. It swept through me furiously, making my pussy clamp down on him as I arched my back and cried out as wave after wave of pleasure wracked through my body. My muscles twitched and shuddered. Distantly I was aware of his cry echoing mine, and then I felt his warm load spilling deep inside my pussy.

We collapsed onto the bed. He pulled me to lay on my side and he spooned up against me, his cock softening and slipping out of me while he did. I felt his fluid leaking out of me at once. I blushed and looked over my shoulder at him.

“I think we should have put a towel down,” I said.

“What?”

“Or you could get my underwear for me.”

“Again, what?”

I cleared my throat, a tad embarrassed. “Your ah… semen doesn’t seem to like the new home.”

His hand went to between my legs. “Whoops!”

He hopped up and gallantly found my underwear, sliding them up for me to my thighs. I carefully pulled them up the rest of the way and then rolled over to face him as he lay back down. Alec’s face was slightly red from the exertion, and a fine sheen of sweat covered both sancaktepe escort of us.

God help me, I knew in that moment that I was falling in love with him.

“So, is it better without condoms?” I asked lightly.

“Fucking amazing,” he replied, leaning forward to kiss my forehead. “You’re amazing.”

“You did all of the work,” I laughed.

“Mmm… so about blow jobs,” he began.

I covered his mouth with my hand and grinned. “That’s a surprise for another day.”

Later that day I departed, kissing Alec one more time before heading to my little black car. The sun was starting to set, and I knew Danny would be mad if I didn’t meet her for dinner like I promised. As I was approaching the entrance to the freeway, I changed my mind at the last second and turned on to go back home. I wanted a change of clothes, and I realized I hadn’t grabbed my wallet.

I dialed Danny’s number quickly on my phone and held the phone up to my ear.

“Hello?” Her voice chirped.

“Danny, it’s Alex. I’m just letting you know that I’ll be like, ten minutes late.” I said.

“Sounds good, I’m running a little late from work anyways.”

“See you in ten.”

“Yep! I can’t wait to hear how the bareback sex went!”

I shook my head as I tossed the phone on the passenger seat. Always sex on that girl’s mind. When I pulled into the complex parking lot, a sudden feeling of dread hit my stomach. I let my car idle in my spot for a moment as the coldness claimed my limbs.

Being a victim of assault, random panic attacks weren’t a stranger to me. I breathed deeply and counted down from ten, but still the coldness persisted. My stomach was like a rock had settled in it. I shook myself off and climbed out of my car. I stared at the ground as I walked, feeling as though I was going to faint. The sun had already set, and the lights in the complex were pretty dim, since it was one of the worst neighborhoods. I made the climb up the stairs okay, since I was watching them and not where I was going.

“You’re home late,” a warm voice said as I neared my door.

My head shot up. My eyes locked with his. Ice blue eyes that would have chilled me to the bone if I wasn’t already. My hand went to my pocket for my phone. The one that I had left on the passenger seat.

My breath rushed out of my lungs. I tried to backpedal, but it was like I wasn’t in control of my legs anymore. The man came closer until he was only a couple feet away. He was as tall as Alec. His shoulders were broader, and his muscles more prominent. The same muscles he had used to pin me down.

I was shaking all over. I tried to be brave and demand what he was doing here. Instead I breathed, “Lucas.”

“Miss me, Alexandra?” He asked.

He didn’t look like a monster. He looked like a regular man you’d walk past on the street. A band T-shirt, cargo shorts, nicely trimmed blond hair. His face was like it had been chiseled from fine stone, perfectly and without flaw.

The flaws were inside of him.

“No,” I said.

“You know what happens if you scream, don’t you?”

I wasn’t even sure if he asked that in front of me, or in my memories. My knees buckled out from under me, and I hit the pavement hard. I stayed on my hands and knees, watching my arms shake as they tried to hold me up.

“Get away,” I snapped when I heard him scurry closer. “You got what you wanted from me. I haven’t told on you. I will if you don’t get the fuck away from me.”

“Who’s been teaching you such language?” Lucas asked as he grabbed my shirt and yanked me up. “Nobody talks to me like that.”

“Fuck you,” I spat in his face, feeling surprised that my body was unlocked and the fear was ebbing out of me.

He wrinkled his nose and used his free hand to wipe the saliva off. His expression remained cold and distant, the fucking psychopath. Fear was leaving me, and anger was replacing it. He raised his free hand to slap me with it.

But not before my foot found his balls. Surprise got to his face before the pain. He wheezed and dropped me. I hit the ground running, darting past him before he could recover and heading for the other set of stairs.

Not again, I told myself. Never again.

With the breath in my lungs, I let out a shriek that should have woken up the entire neighborhood. When I reached the stairs, I looked back. Lights from nearby apartments were coming on, and Lucas was gone.

But he’d be back.

And I would be ready.

It hard been another long boring meeting in the hotel conference room, I was glad to be heading back to my room again. All I wanted to do was grab a quick shower and head to the restaurant for dinner, fingers crossed Zara would be there again.

I first met Zara last night at dinner While I was waiting for the menu, when I saw a dark haired girl almost float across the room towards me, she had a wonderful figure, just amazing, her pure white shirt showed her own purity but it was also nicely being pushed out by two firm small breasts, could I also see nipples at attention?

My jaw almost dropped onto the table when I saw the short skirt she wore, surely it wasn’t standard uniform, I swear if she’d bent over I would’ve seen an amazing firm ass just asking to be pinched.

Standing alone in the lift thinking about seeing Zara again was causing my cock to become hard, maybe I’ll have a good long play after dinner, or if I’m lucky I may meet someone in the bar.

My mind kept wondering back to Zara’s body though, I couldn’t help but imagine how tight her pussy would be, and how much she’d moan at feeling my hard cock pounding deep. I felt ready to give her a good fucking right away, if only she was with me.

As I stepped out of the lift I looked down the hall to make sure I was alone, I didn’t fancy just anyone seeing the major hardon in my trousers. But if I was to bump into Zara it wouldn’t bother me at all.

As I approached my room I noticed the ‘do not disturb’ sign was hanging on the knob, had I put it there? I didn’t think so, entering the room I decided to leave the sign where it was as I needed to sort out the throbbing in my trousers before I exploded.

Something wasn’t right as I entered the room, the lights were on and music was coming quietly from the bedroom, had I completely forgotten to switch it all off when I left this morning? To be honest I didn’t care, I headed towards the bedroom when it suddenly hit me, there was perfume in the air, I thought I was dreaming when I realised it was the same as the perfume Zara wore last night. Throwing my jacket over the chair I walked into the bedroom to be welcomed by an amazing sight.

Lying there on my bed waiting for me was Zara, I could hardly believe my eyes, I don’t think I had ever seen a more beautiful sight in my life.

She was wearing a denim skirt that was so short I could just make out some pink undies, her top was a tiny little strappy top that hardly covered her perfectly firm breasts, I think I had died and gone to heaven.

All I could do at first was smile, I wanted to say something but Zara beat me to it

“I’ve been waiting for you.”

She has the voice of an angel with the body to match I thought, again I smiled but then managed to speak.

I was about to ask how she had gotten into my room when her hand lifted up, my eyes followed it as she indicated for me to come closer, I moved forward and lay down along side Zara as if I was under a spell, maybe I was, but I didn’t care.

“I saw you looking at me last night in the restaurant, how your eyes were stripping me naked, you wanted me there didn’t you?” she asked.

I went to reply but Zara pressed a finger on my lips to stop me. I reached up and held her hand, lightly I kissed the tip of her finger, then moving her hand aside and slid closer.

For a moment we just looked deep into each others eyes, I could see the eyes of a beautiful young girl, but there was also passion and fire. It was then that I realised Zara was a virgin who wanted me to be her first, at this thought my heart slipped a beat, I was sure many men before me had try’d but failed.

Slowly we moved closer until our lips finally met, we both went for it, it was the most passionate kiss I had ever felt, our tongues fighting for space, we had both flung our arms around each other, Zara’s nails were lightly but firmly running over my spine. Following every bump and contour there was.

Carefully I began to move my hand over Zara’s back, slowly working forward, I just had to feel her breast in my hand. As my hand worked sefaköy escort around Zara’s side she moved just enough to allow me access but without breaking the passionate kiss.

Finally I made contact, I gently massaged Zara’s firm breast, feeling each little bit of it, but also giving the bullet like nipple a gentle squeeze. Slowly I moved my hand All over and around each breast giving each nipple some attention, then Zara broke the kiss, I realised why when she began to pull off her top.

Slowly a pair of perfectly formed breasts appeared, even though Zara wasn’t wearing a bra her breasts stayed firmly in place. As she threw the top to the floor I looked deep into her eyes, smiling I slowly moved closer and carefully moved Zara down the bed so she was flat. I then moved in close to kiss her deeply again.

As we kissed I could feel hands fumbling at my shirt buttons, I lifted up enough to make it easier, then threw my shirt next to Zara’s top on the floor.

Slowly I began to kiss down Zara’s neck and onto the top of her chest, looking up I saw a huge smile. Kissing lower slowly I moved onto her breast, they were now rising and lowering fast, then as my lips touched a nipple a small moan escaped from Zara. I licked around the nipple and very gently took it between my teeth, lightly tugging at it, this caused a gasp followed by a slow moan.

Looking up and grinning I moved across to do the same to the other nipple. Kissing lightly I worked down between her breasts and back up to find a fresh nipple waiting for my mouth. Again as I sucked and nibbled it a long moan was released. While I sucked and licked I moved my hand down over Zara’s body, stopping at her skirt, this had to come off, I tugged lightly at it and Zara lifted her hips just enough to allow me to pull it off.

I slowly pulled the skirt down over Zara’s smooth legs and kissed down her body, working towards her sweet pussy. As the skirt slipped off over her feet I began to kiss down a leg a little, I could smell a sweet aroma coming from close by, it was as if it was drawing me closer.

Gently I parted Zara’s legs and positioned myself between them, looking up I could see the a huge smile, I grinned and lowered myself down to place a kiss on the pink thong in front of me, as I went closer I could see there was already a small damp spot, the aroma was like heaven, I placed a kiss right onto Zara’s covered pussy causing a slight moan. Lying down between her legs, I kissed again, another moan but a little deeper this time. Now I licked up the length of Zara’s covered pussy, I could just make out the sweet flavour of the damp area, tasting this caused my cock to throb, it wanted to be deep inside her.

Carefully I hooked my fingers into the pink thong to pull it down. As I started to pull on it Zara lifted her hips again to help, as I pulled the thong off I stood up so I could remove my own trousers and pants.

Zara lay watching as I slowly unbuttoned my trousers, I could see a smile appear on her face as my boxers came into view, she must have been able to see how my hard cock was straining to be released.

Slowly I hooked my thumbs into the waistband of my boxers and pulled them down.

As I did I heard a gasp coming from Zara, I looked over at her smiling as I stepped out of my boxers, Zara was grinning all over, and lightly massaging her breasts.

I stepped closer to the bed and reached forward grasping a foot in each hand, gently parting the legs so I could begin to kiss my way up one.

Moving slowly higher I placed kissed all over Zara’s ankle, I looked up grinning just as she moved a hand down to cover her wet pussy.

“Feeling shy” I asked, Zara responded to this by lifting her hand a little and then pushing her middle finger in deeply and moaning “not at all” she moaned. Seeing this caused my cock to jump, quicker this time I kissed my way up over her knee listening to the moans. As I worked my way higher I could smell that sweet aroma again, I just had to taste the juices deep inside her wet tight pussy.

Moving beykent escort faster I kissed up and over Zara’s thigh, when I was close enough I reached up to move her hand aside, at first she resisted a little, so I placed a kiss just beside her hand and nudged it with my nose. Zara then slowly pulled her finger out from deep inside her wet pussy, it glistened in the light, I moved close to lick it off, but before I could get to it, Zara had managed to get it out of my reach.

Looking up I saw the finger disappear into her mouth as she licked the wet finger clean, then with a smile she slowly pulled the finger back out and began to circle her hard nipple.

Again a little moan was let out, hearing this made my cock and heart jump, looking back down I could see the most beautiful pussy ever, there was no sign at all of any hair, the skin all around it was perfectly smooth. Just peeking out were two neat little lips surrounding what I guessed was a very tight and wet hole, right where I wanted to slide my hard throbbing cock over and over.

Lowering my head down I kissed all around the smooth skin, being careful to not yet touch the lips, then with one long lick I ran my tongue all the way up and over Zara’s pussy, just feeling a little bump of a clit at the top, my tongue lingered on this for a second longer before placing a kiss there, a louder moan escaped as I did this.

Moving my mouth lower I kissed down and then gently pressed my tongue between the two lips, pressing deeper in I could taste Zara’s juices. Reaching up I pulled the lips gently apart and pushed my tongue deeper in, this time a loud long moan filled the room, we were both in heaven and loved it.

Just as I was about to push a finger in deep along side my tongue I felt hands gently tugging my head, looking up I could see what Zara wanted. I could’ve happily stayed there licking and fingering all night, but how could I not do what was wanted now?

Slowly moving my way up Zara’s body I kept eye contact, there was fire and passion glowing deep in those beautiful eyes, as I neared her hard nipples I gave each one a quick kiss and suck before moving again.

I now lay on top of Zara, my hard cock just pressing against her wet pussy, all I wanted to do was push it in as deep as I possibly could. Zara saw this in my eyes and whispered “hold on”, she then kissed me deeply while wrapping her arms around me.

We lay like this kissing, tongues fighting, for a minute of two, my cock still lightly pressing and waiting to slide in deep. Suddenly Zara shifted herself on the bed causing me to roll onto my side, our embrace never broke as we carried on rolling until I was pinned to the bed with a goddess on top of me, my hard cock still only millimeters from being encased by a tight wet pussy.

While still kissing deeply and passionately I felt Zara moving her arm’s, her hands slide down from my shoulders pulling them from behind her back, as the reached my wrists they tightened, Zara gently pulled my arms up over my head and pressed them against the headboard. Grinning at me she let go and pushed herself upright from my chest. I could now feel the warmth of her pussy right on top of the shaft of my cock, how I managed to hold back from slipping in before I would never know. Zara smiling and moaned a little as she began to rotate her hips slowly, I could feels my cock slowly become wet from her juices as she ground down onto it.

Then almost as suddenly as it started she stopped, slowly Zara leaned back down and kissed me again, at the same time I could feel her pussy lips glide along the shaft of my cock wetting it even more.

We again lay still kissing passionately and deeply, once again a felt the head of my cock just brushing two very wet lips, breaking the kiss for just a moment Zara said the one thing I was waiting for, very quietly I heard her say

“I want you to fuck me now, be my first, make love to me please”

Slowly I lowered my arms and wrapped them around her, kissing deeply I lifted my hips kayaşehir escort and felt the tip of my cock pushing its way between the lips, as I pushed I could also feel Zara pressing herself down onto me, slowly impaling herself on my hard cock.

Inch by inch I could feel my hard cock slip deeper and deeper into Zara’s tight pussy, I had never felt my cock being gripped so tightly before. After what seemed like an hour our bodies were pressed tightly together, we lay still, kissing as Zara got used to being full of cock.

Once again Zara lifted herself up and began to very slowly rotate her hips, as she did this I could feel myself doing the same to maximise her pleasure, I lifted my hips up suddenly causing a loud moan as my cock pushed in deeper. With a huge smile and moan Zara looked down and began to lift herself up off me, I lowered myself back down onto the bed.

I had almost completely slipped out when Zara slide back down again slowly, my hips automatically lifted to meet hers.

We both started to moan loudly as we carried on moving up and down, with each stroke if my hard cock we speeded up, my hands lifted up and massaged Zara’s firm breasts, rolling each nipple between finger and thumb.

The headboard started to bang against the wall as our movements grew faster and faster, sweat was pouring down Zara’s beautiful body making her glisten in the light.

I could feel Zara’s already tight pussy being to contract with her coming orgasm, this just made me lift my hips higher with each thrust, pushing my cock deeper then before.

Suddenly Zara placed her hands down on my chest and began to shake. The orgasm was so strong she screamed out as loud as possible. My cock felt like it was trapped in a vice.

This feeling only lasted for a moment as I felt my own orgasm appear, with a loud moan I pulled Zara’s body down against mine, my hips thrusting my hard cock deep as it exploded shooting hot sticky cum deep into Zara’s pussy.

We lay together holding each other tightly and slowly kissing for a little while, my cock was still buried deep and being held tightly. I could feel some of my cum sliding down the length of my cock.

Very gently Zara lifted her hips just enough to allow my cock to slip free, in the same movement she rolled beside me and rested her head on my chest.

Together we lay panting and glowing, our hands met and joined, giving a little squeeze I raised Zara’s hard up and kissed it.

Looking down I could see Zara was slowly dropping off, I kissed her forehead and closed my eyes, as they closed I could still clearly see the most beautiful girl ever bouncing away on my hard cock.

Around an hour later I slowly awoke, looking down I suddenly felt alone for the first time that evening, Zara was nowhere to be seen, all her clothes had gone, and the stereo had been turned off.

Had the previous few hours been a complete dream?

Suddenly out of the corner of my eye I noticed a small piece of paper propped up by a glass.

I stumbled across the room to see what it said. Picking up the note I could smell Zara’s perfume on it, on the front was written

‘To my lover’

in very neat handwriting.

This brought a big smile to my face and caused I little stirring below, I unfolded the note, in the same neat handwriting I read

————-

My darling Chris.

I am so sorry I will not be there when you wake up, but I had to leave before my shift started in the bar.

I had the most amazing time ever with you, I never believed it would feel like that.

I would very much like to leave the hotel with you tomorrow when you are due to leave and start a new life with you.

If you decide this is not possible for any reason I understand fully and will always love you no matter.

If we can spend our lives together meet me in the bar at 12.

All my love and heart.

Zara

XXXX

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Quickly I looked around the room for a clock, it read 11:45, I had 15 minutes to find all my clothes an make it to the bar.

Saving time I left my boxers in the corner and pulled my trousers on. The shirt and jacket were easily found hung over the chain.

Grabbing my room key I ran as fast as I could to claim my new life, only just hearing my room door slam from down the hall.

THE END?

*

Writers Note:- All characters depicted are 18+ years old.

I don’t know why I did it. I just got caught up in the moment I guess.

I had been dating Steve for almost six months and while we had fooled around we hadn’t gone all the way. I started out giving him hand jobs, and let him cum on my breasts, but soon began sucking him off. The first time I gave him a blow job he even came in my mouth. From then on, he really liked doing that. I wasn’t ready to swallow, so I always spit it out in a towel. He had rubbed my pussy a lot and even went down on me a couple of times. I really liked when he did that because he’d usually make me orgasm.

My birthday was fast approaching and I wanted it to be special. I had decided to give myself to Steve.

The afternoon before it was to happen, I had my blonde hair permed. I painted my finger- and toenails a bright red and got matching lipstick. I had decided to wear my white cotton panties, but no bra, and a short white dress.

On the night of my birthday, my parents were out of town for the weekend so we had a big party at my house. A lot of people showed up and couple of them had even brought kegs.

Before too long, Steve and I were really wasted. I lead him back to my bedroom and we lay on the bed making out. Soon, his finger was rubbing my clit and I had his cock in my hand. It all felt so good. We got undressed and, since I wasn’t on the pill, I rolled a condom onto his erection.

We continued making out, touching each other, but Steve seemed really out of it. He said he had to lay back for a minute. A moment later, he had passed out! I was so disappointed and still horny!

So I stretched out, shut my eyes, closed my legs a bit and slipped my fore- and middle- fingers between my legs. I began rubbing myself with fast but steady strokes. I wanted to cum so bad.

Then I heard a noise so opened my eyes slowly, looking toward the bedroom door. There was somebody standing in the doorway, I could see him lit by the merter escort hall light. I thought it was kind of hot; not even Steve had watched me masturbate. I closed my eyes and continued.

As I moved my hand up and down over my clit, I could hear the door opening, then the sound of somebody moving around! This really turned me on. Whoever it was wanted a closer look!

But soon I felt a hand push my hair back behind my ear and a warm tongue was then slipping into my ear. A hand cupped one of my small breasts and I opened my eyes immediately to see it was Darnell, a really built football player from school who I was crushed on since like 9th grade! I couldn’t believe this was happening. Steve was great and all but Darnell was so hot. It got me wet just thinking about him — and me together. I caressed his face with my hands and we kissed.

Soon, I felt his hand against my pussy. It was his fingers now working my clit. He was telling me how hot I looked, how much it turned him on to watch me masturbate. How badly he wanted to fuck me. I looked down at his hard-on and so knew I was going to be fucked that night, but not by my boyfriend. Maybe it was the alcohol or the fact I was so crushed on Darnell or maybe I just got caught up in the moment. I don’t know.

I looked over at Steve, he was still out cold. I spread my legs and Darnell knew what to do. He climbed on top of me and slowly pushed his way into my virgin pussy. It hurt a little as he went in but he started with slow strokes and, soon, the pain gave way to pleasure.

I looked into his eyes as he fucked me, my hands clasped around his neck. I spread my legs as far as I could and rested my ankles on his ass. He began going a bit faster and it felt great. He told me how tight I was, how good it felt to be inside of me. I closed my eyes and begin to enjoy the moment.

Soon, I felt his hands grab bağcılar escort first one of my arms and then the other. He held my arms down, at the wrists, on the bed and continued to work his cock in and out of me at an increasingly faster rate.

After about ten minutes, I felt the bed move down on the side and opened my eyes to see another cock just inches from my face. I didn’t know who this boy was, but he was kneeling on the bed and jacking himself as he looked down at me. Darnell continued to fuck me and the other boy started saying, “I’m close, I’m close…” then shot his cum all over my face. The first shot hit my cheek and lips and I barely had enough time to turn my head and open my mouth before the next few shots hit my chin and landed in my mouth. I instinctively swallowed and thought how I had never swallowed Steve’s cum — much less let him cum on my face.

After cumming, the anonymous boy turned and looked behind Darnell and said, “Your turn.”

With Darnell still on top of me, I couldn’t see who he was talking to but soon found out when a third boy (no, I never saw him before either!) came around to the side of the bed. He got up on the bed and leaned over and put his cock in my face. He told me to open my mouth. I did. He was so huge I could barely fit it in my mouth, but he leaned over a bit more and began sliding his cock and out of my mouth and Darnell continued to pound away. This was all too much. Here I was being taken by three boys in turn with my boyfriend passed out just a couple of feet away.

The boy pulled out of my mouth after about five minutes and pointed his cock toward my breasts. He was jacking himself so fast. His eyes were closed and he was moaning a little. This was too hot. I closed my eyes and started moaning myself and had the strongest orgasm I had ever had. The boy next to me told Darnell to hold me down tighter, I was halkalı escort thrashing about so wildly. As soon as I stopped shaking, he came across my tits. This only sent me over the top again and I had another orgasm.

I heard Darnell say he couldn’t hold it anymore and I tried to tell him to pull out because I was unprotected but before I could get the words out, I felt the inside of my pussy getting sopping wet. He had cum inside me!

The three guys quickly got dressed and they all said what a “hot fuck” I had been. I was so proud. It had been my first time. I guess I was a natural or something.

After they left, I laid there and thought about what I had done. I felt bad about Steve and I’d have to make it up to him somehow. I wiped the cum off my face with my hands and rubbed it and the cum soaking my tits into my hard nipples then down to my stomach. I wiped my face down with the edge of the bed sheet, just to make sure I had got it all off.

I kept thinking about what had happened. It turned me on so much. I soon found myself rubbing my clit again. It didn’t take too long before I was about to come again but then I felt the bed moving and looked over to see Steve propped up on his side, watching me masturbate. He had his now hard cock in his hand. He still had the condom on.

“Do you still want me to..?”

“Yes.”

He was totally clueless about what had just happened!

Steve mounted me. As he slowly slide in, he kept asking me if it hurt. I told him no, and soon he was fucking me so hard. I talked really dirty to him, telling him to fuck my pussy harder. He only last about three minutes then came, dropping down on top of me after he was done.

I was still pretty sticky and only hoped he’d think the stickiness between us was just sweat.

When he finally rolled over, I reached down and carefully pulled the condom off. I got on my knees, tilted my head back and showed Steve just how nasty I could really be – by holding the condom above my head and pushing his cum out so it dripped into my waiting mouth. Then I swallowed his cum too.

So the second time I had sex it wasn’t that great. But the first time rocked.

And, in the course of one night, I went from being a virgin to becoming a drunken slut.

It all started five years ago, when Maddie was thirteen. Being an only child, she needed a babysitter still when her parents were out of town or at an event together that Maddie couldn’t attend.

Usually, Maddie’s grandparents would come by to watch her, or she would go to their house. However, during the winter, her grandparents would go to their home in Florida.

Maddie could not remember where her parents went that night five years ago, but she remembered everything else. Her parents had asked Matt, a seventeen year old that was friends with the family, to watch Maddie for the evening.

Matt and Maddie had met before, so he wasn’t a stranger. However, it had been a while since they had seen each other.

Maddie had never had a crush before, but when Matt walked in the door that night her heart felt like it was going to burst through her chest.

Matt was on the basketball team at high school, so he was relatively well known by students throughout the school system. It made sense that Maddie had a crush on him since he was popular, good looking, and nice.

Maddie spent most of the evening watching TV with Matt, but occasionally they would have some short conversations. One of which would stick with Maddie throughout the next five years.

“Matt, what do you look for in a girl?” Maddie asked, wondering what she would have to become in order to one day get her crush.

Matt laughed, which made Maddie pout for a moment. His response surprised her.

“I just want a girl that doesn’t date me for what I do, but who I am. It is annoying when girls just want to date me because I play basketball.”

Maddie paused for a moment, before she responded, “Well I think you’re really nice and funny! I don’t care you play basketball…”

Matt laughed once again.

“Thanks Maddie,” he responded, “But you are too young for me right now. In a few years I’d be honored to be able to date a girl like you.”

That response would be stuck in Maddie’s head for the next five years.

From that moment on, Maddie decided to never date another boy until she could date Matt. Even though they rarely saw each other, Maddie would always cling to his arm and cherished every çapa escort moment with him. Unfortunately for her, Matt seemed to be oblivious of Maddie’s feelings, and two years later, he left for college.

Maddie was fifteen when Matt left for college, and spent most nights after school hoping for a response when she would either text him or send him a message through social media.

At sixteen, Maddie had begun to start looking more attractive. By age eighteen, her senior year of high school and Matt’s senior year of college, she had a full chest and curvy body for her size.

At high school, Maddie had developed the title of a tease because almost every boy there wanted to date her, but she declined every offer. She claimed she had already made a commitment to someone else, never elaborating on who exactly.

One day, when she turned 18, Maddie found her mother’s dildo and discovered how to masturbate. She purchased her own dildo and pretended it was Matt’s cock almost every night. By doing this, Maddie felt less alone and almost felt like she was really Matt’s girlfriend.

Through most of this time Matt was busy having crazy college experiences with girls his age. Even though he was with many girls, he was never in a committed relationship.

During the summers, Matt would come home and see Maddie at a golf outing that their family friends had annually. For three years, Maddie would jump into his cart and play a round of golf, just the two of them. Each year, Maddie would put on something more and more revealing, attempting to make Matt see her in a different view.

It was a day of the year that Maddie thought was better than Christmas. An entire night alone with the boy she had the biggest crush on for what felt like an eternity.

The time came for the golf outing, and it was a cloudy day out. There was a chance of rain, but the outing went on anyway. Hoping that it would rain, Maddie wore a tight, white collared shirt to golf in which she noticed caught Matt’s eye when he showed up.

The two spent the first few holes catching up and having a great time. Maddie noticed Matt staring at her body a few times, specifically fatih escort when she was bending over to place her tee.

During the middle of the fifth hole, it started to downpour. Each of the holes had a storm shelter on it, and since the course was so spread out, the two ended up having one to themselves, secluded by the downpour of the rain.

By the time the Matt and Maddie had made it to the shelter, they were each soaking wet. Maddie looked down and blushed as she noticed her fully erect nipples poking against her tight shirt. She looked up to see Matt had noticed too. He quickly looked away.

“So,” Maddie started with a seductive tone, “Do you think I’m old enough to date yet?”

Matt could only nod as Maddie moved in closer.

She had prepared for this moment for almost five years, but she was still incredibly nervous.

Her breasts were now pressed up against Matt’s chest as she felt warmth coming off of his body. She nuzzled into his chest and then moved her finger down from his sides to his pants.

Matt jumped back. “What are you doing? Where is this coming from?”

Maddie only responded with grabbing him and moving him closer.

“I’ve wanted to be yours for five years. Ever since you babysat me that one day I knew you were special. All I’ve dreamt about is you being able to call me your own, and you haven’t dated anyone else. I figured you were waiting for me too.”

Matt had no idea what to say. It was true that he had not been in a relationship for the past five years, but was he waiting for a girl like Maddie?

He looked down and saw the girl buried in his chest, squeezing his waist waiting for an answer. Even if it didn’t work out, at least it would make Maddie happy until he figured out what he felt.

“You haven’t chosen a college yet have you?” Matt finally asked.

Maddie looked up and shook her head no, tears filling her eyes.

“You should go to the college in town. That way we can be together.”

He leaned down and kissed her.

The rain continued to pour as they kissed, and Maddie eventually pulled up her shirt, revealing to the first man her large, now developed fındıkzade escort breasts.

Matt kissed down her neck and began to lick them while Maddie began to unbuckle Matt’s pants. Maddie reached her hand inside to feel the warmth emanating from Matt’s cock. It was a little thicker than her dildo too. She stroked it gently, feeling the blood rush to the tip.

Maddie then laid on her back against the picnic table and moaned in ecstasy as her dream was coming true. Matt continued to lick and suck on Maddie’s breasts and nipples while also moving her skirt up, revealing no panties underneath.

Using her feet, Maddie pulled down Matt’s boxers, as his cock began to grind against her virgin pussy. After a few moments of grinding, Matt lifted Maddie’s feet into the air and prepared his cock for entry.

“Gently please, I’ve been saving myself for you.” Maddie whimpered.

Matt moved his cock in and out slowly as Maddie’s pussy adjusted to the size.

Thunder boomed as Matt suddenly thrusted his cock fully into Maddie forcefully. The pleasure was unlike Maddie had ever experienced before. Slowly moving faster, Matt also enjoyed how tight she was, but also realized that he had never encountered a connection like this with anyone he had sex with before.

They stayed in the same position for about a minute, getting faster and faster until Maddie’s body straightened out and began to convulse with pleasure. Matt noticed her cumming and stopped, leaned in, and began to passionately kiss Maddie on the lips.

Maddie eventually pushed him back and then bent over the table, spreading her ass to reveal her holes for Matt to see. Matt then entered her pussy again, causing her even more pleasure as it hit whole new areas that made her moan loudly, drowned out by the thunder and pouring rain.

She could feel another orgasm coming and said between breaths, “Matt… come inside me. It’s okay… I’m on the pill…”

Almost as she finished the sentence she felt warmth fill her insides. She turned her head around to see Matt’s face wincing in pleasure as he came into her, not letting a drop escape from inside her.

They kissed again as they began to put on clothes. Maddie quickly grabbed panties out of her purse, and put them on attempting to prevent as much cum from escaping.

Matt laughed playfully as he watched Maddie struggle to retain the fluids. They both began put all their clothes back on as the rain died down.

This was just the beginning of their lifelong adventure together.

Tom was nervous as he left school and started off for the mall. Today was his first day working as a grocery boy at the local supermarket. “Four to six most Afternoons after school and two hours on Saturday Morning,” Mrs. Millie James had said when she offered Him the job.

“What the hell do you want a job for?” his mates Asked. “You’ll be working while we’re down at cricket practice.”

“I run five bloody miles each morning while you’re Still in bed,” Tom replied. “I saw the team manager And she said it was ok to miss some practice sessions If I kept fit.” “You’ve got to have money,” he added.

Tom had learned a lot from a recent experience. A Major local company trying to land a big contract with a British company had sought his father’s help.

The CEO of the British company was an Englishman who loved cricket. When asked if he would like a round of golf while in town, he said he would “rather go to a cricket match.”

Tom’s team was playing at the local oval that Saturday. At his father’s request, Tom arranged for the British CEO to join the small crowd of supporters who regularly watched their games.

“My name’s Len Hutton,” he told Tom when they met. “My father was a cricket fan. Our family name is Hutton. When I was born they named me Len after a famous cricketer of years gone by,” he explained with pride.

Tom had read about Len Hutton and so had many of the parents at the match. As a result Mr. Hutton had a great day watching and talking cricket.

Because his dad had asked him to help, he went out of his way to make sure Mr. Hutton had a good time. As a special treat, he arranged for him to have a hit out at the practice nets and talk to one of the city’s players, who had played for Australia. To cap it off, Tom scored a rapid half century late in the afternoon, as his team ran out narrow winners.

Mr. Hutton said, “Tom’s half century was the icing on the cake,” as far as he was concerned. After the game he took the whole team to the local bistro, paying all costs for their evening meal.

A few days later Tom’s father told him the companies had signed a deal worth some millions. “We think his day at the cricket turned the tide in our favour. He was far more friendly and relaxed after that day.”

“There’s a small cheque for you and an invitation to the contract signing dinner,” his dad added as he slapped Tom on the back.

The company booked the town’s only casino restaurant to celebrate their success. With money in his pocket and the special invitation he had invited Sally-Anne Matheson, one of the most popular girls on campus to the dinner and floor show.

Sally-Anne had never agreed to a go out with Tom before. When she heard it was at the casino and by invitation only, she accepted excitedly.

Tom had heard her that afternoon, discussing with her friends what she would wear. Finally announcing as she giggled with her friends, “If you’ve got it flaunt it, and I’ve got it to flaunt. I’ll knock their fucking eyes out.”

Despite that warning, she took Tom’s breath away as she walked out her front door. Sally-Anne was dressed to thrill. Tom felt his heart beat faster as his eyes swept over her. Her shoulder length blonde hair shone in the porch light, lighting up her tanned face and neck.

Her tiny snow-white dress provided a striking contrast to her deep tan. The dress’s design made her young hard tits look as though they were ready to jump out of their flimsy constraints.

She wore what he estimated to be four-inch stilettos. The shoes were a deep, yet bright red. The colour seemed to complement the blood-red lipstick that shone on her full lips.

Sally-Anne loved the look she was getting from Tom. She was only 19, but she was experienced beyond her years in the art of turning men on.

She had learned after her first couple of boys that they can become so desperate they will do anything to get into girls` pants. She loved sex and the power it gave her.

“I’m ready,” she called as she ran down the steps. Tom arrived at her door in a limo. She slid over close to him and immediately kissed him. Her tongue aggressively seeking his, her teeth nibbling his bottom lip.

Her tiny dress had gripped the leather seat as she slid, providing Tom with an eyeful of her garter belt and smokey black stockings. “Beautiful,” he gasped.

His eyes caught a glimpse of a thin white thong and what, to his unpracticed eye, looked like a clean shaven pussy.

Sally-Anne smiled as she had deliberately put on this little flash of pussy. “This will keep you interested,” she thought as she struggled with his belt. Their kisses continued, along with some fumbling until the limo reached the casino.

Tom’s mind was a blur as he managed to pull his fly together and do up his belt while the driver opened his door.

The rest of that first night really was a blur as far as Tom was concerned. Tom and Sally-Anne had been made to feel special. At the dinner, company chairman Robert beşiktaş escort Barton spoke of Tom’s invaluable help. He congratulated him on his half century.

“My cricketing friends tell me you’ve got a good eye,” he added as he turned to Tom and Sally-Anne. “When I look at your beautiful young lady friend I can believe them.” He laughed. “There’s obviously nothing wrong with your eyes.”

Sally-Anne loved it. She was a flirt. Her low-cut dress made many an eye twitch. She rolled her hips and flaunted her magnificent tits as she strode across the dance floor to the official table.

Sally-Anne had never been in such high powered company. The adrenaline rush from being told time and time again she was beautiful, by men whose names were admired for their power and money, was turning her on.

She flirted as she danced. She looked adoringly up into the eyes of those who held her body close. Before long she had them eating out of her hands. They`d probably like to be eating me, she thought, as she giggled and rubbed herself against the board chairman’s well-kept body.

Christine Barton, the board chairman’s wife, watched her husband Robert, as he reacted like a young school boy on his first date. The silly old bugger, she thought, she’ll be bloody disappointed if she ends up in his bed. She knew other board members’ wives were watching their husbands, as Sally-Anne manipulated them into responding to her charms. There will be some harsh words in some of our homes tonight, she mused.

Spotting Tom walking towards the bar, she joined him. “We haven’t met,” she said, “I’m Mrs. Barton.”

Tom looked her over as he stammered, “Pleased to meet you.” He was dumfounded, she had something about her, an aura of power, he thought, as he struggled to find words. Maybe 40, but looks no more than 30. His eyes roved over her body as he admired her classic ball gown. Its style highlighted what appeared to be a pair of good sized tits.

He was surprised when he looked up to find she was looking him square in the eye. He quickly dropped his gaze to discover what he thought was a remarkably slim waist. He swept his eyes back and forth over her thighs, stomach and hips. Yes! I suppose you would call that a great arse, he thought.

“Inspection over?” she asked as she raised one eyebrow and smiled at him. The smile made it easier for him to answer.

“Sorry,” he said, “but you look so very lovely, I forgot that I was staring. Forgive my bad manners.”

“How could I refuse” she answered. “Thank you for the compliment.”

“It wasn’t a compliment,” Tom blurted. “It was the truth you are very beautiful.”

They stood together each studying the other.

He’s embarrassed, she thought. That’s nice.

As the silence seemed to grow she decided to introduce him to the other members’ wives. “Come and meet the women at my table,” she whispered.

At the table, Tom met five or six ladies between 30-40 whose names he had trouble remembering. These were the wives of men who could buy and sell his family, his school and half the town. What he could see of their clothes and their bodies reeked of money.

Some outfits were conservative and some brought a smile to his lips. Shit, there’s some great knockers here, he thought, as his eyes focused on their breasts. Tom tried to concentrate on the general conversation but his eyes kept returning to study a rather big brunette sitting at the end of the table.

As he was introduced, he had looked down the front of her dress. To his surprise he spied a large firm breasts, not much sag for her age, he thought. Yes, he thought as he looked again, there’s no bra under that low-cut top. Those breasts are standing out on their own.

She’s bloody hot, he thought, as he looked at her large body. She’s probably 40, if her breasts are firm like that, she must have been a bloody beauty a few years ago.

He caught her eye and noticed she was watching him. He looked away quickly, then let his eyes dart back to see if she really had noticed. Christ, she knows I was perving on her breasts, he thought. That’s the second time tonight I’ve been caught, he groaned as she winked. He wondered if that wink for for him as he moved towards her end of the table.

“I’m Sharon Hawkins,” she said with a smile that seemed to say, I’m aware of your stare. She swung her legs out from behind the table and crossed them. A flash of black stockings caught his eye. When he again looked up she was still watching him.

Sharon Hawkins was having the time of her life. These board room functions were always boring. Tonight this young cricketer had made her pussy tingle. He continued to check her out even when her husband was present.

When Tom stood in front of Sharon during the introductions, she had dropped her body forward slightly to let her top hang open. She knew she had a great pair of tits. She found it fun to display them discreetly in public. Generally etiler escort the old fogies on the board were too slow to catch a glimpse, but tonight her nipples grew hard as she watched Tom respond.

Tom could feel himself growing hard. He looked down to his pants to see if it was showing. When he looked up again, Mrs Hawkins was watching, a wide grin on her face.

The band struck up again after a break. Looking for an opportunity to escape Mrs. Hawkins’ scrutiny, Tom turned to Mrs. Barton, “May I have the pleasure of this dance?”

Mrs. Barton smiled, “Dd you hear that ladies? Some good, old-fashioned manners.” She laughed as she took Tom’s hand, “You don’t hear or see much evidence of manners these days,” she said to him. “We must find out what else you know.”

Tom was grateful to his mother for teaching him to dance; she was a ballroom dancing competitor before he was born.

At home she would make him dance with her, as she taught him to use proper manners. Know how to dance and how to talk. Respect your partner, treat her like a lady, his mother had instructed.

Mrs. Barton was enjoying herself. Tom took control on the dance floor. He led well, making it easy for her to follow. He held her politely at first, and then gradually he held her closer, his body welded to hers as they swept around the floor.

To her surprise he lowered his face close to her neck and then her ear. Mrs Barton became flustered when she realized Tom was smelling her.

“Can I ask you a question?” Tom asked, as she worried what could be wrong.

“Yes, ask away,” she replied.

“I don’t know if this is bad manners or rude, but I have to ask the name of your perfume; its fragrance is different, I can’t describe what it is, but it really does something to excite me.”

She was so relieved she laughed, “Oh it’s Moschino, I’m glad you like it.” She relaxed as they danced. She thought he was an interesting young man with good manners. Her husband Robert in all their years of marriage never once has asked her about her scent. He just had his secretary to buy some for birthdays and anniversaries.

They were dancing so well together that people were noticing. Tom sensed she was enjoying the attention. He led her into a few fancy steps and was delighted when she followed without hesitating. He moved his head closer until he could speak into her ear, “You dance well,” he said.

“You’re very good,” she sighed. “You lead so well, you’re easy to follow.” She leaned against his chin and rested her head on his shoulder.

The band had changed to a bracket of slow dances. Couples danced closer together as the lights dimmed. Tom let his hand slip down on to her well rounded bottom, stroking it slowly before pulling her closer.

Mrs. Barton was drifting in his arms. The music was soft and slow, the lights dim. She was relaxing, when she felt his hand caressing her backside. For a minute she enjoyed the idea that this young man was becoming interested in her body. She felt a tingle of excitement.

She looked around and remembered where they were, shocked that should could be discovered enjoying herself with this young man. “Remember where we are,” she whispered to him. “Not here please.”

Why did she say that, she wondered. There was no need to worry. After all, it was only a dance and she’d probably never see him again.

“If not here where?” he asked. “I’d like to see you again.”

She lifted her head to look directly at him and said, “Keep your hands to yourself.” Tom was devastated he had thought he was making a little progress. When they started to dance he hadn’t really thought of seeing Mrs. Barton again. He had danced with her and discovered a body he didn’t expect on an older woman. He had liked what he felt. He really would have liked to see more of her. While they danced, he had been surprised at the firmness of her breasts. He became more and more relaxed and thought she was lovely as he moved his hands down her firm hard back. Mrs. Barton started to worry. She had never had any man make her feel the way she had felt for those few tantalizing minutes. She had to admit, she had enjoyed the tingling feeling in her nipples that his roving hand had created, but she was so worried about her reaction to him that she quickly dismissed him following their dance.

The word spread that Tom was a good dancer. He loved dancing, especially when he found himself a partner who could follow his lead. A number of women readily accepted his invitations to dance. Most of his partners spent the whole time on the floor talking or asking questions. Some politely filled the time, as others probed his love life.

Late in the evening he spied a very tall woman sitting alone. “I’m Dorothy call me Dot,” she said when he introduced himself and asked her to dance.

Tom decided as they danced that Dorothy’s most striking feature other than her height, was her lips. They were bigger and seemed beyoğlu escort rounder and fuller than most lips and would be great to kiss, he thought.

They danced in silence. “You’re light on your feet,” Tom said, after they had danced for some time. “You thought because I’m so tall, we would have trouble dancing together didn’t you?”

“No! I love tall women especially those who have a bit of fight in them, rather than a chip on their shoulder,” he said, surprising himself at his response.

She reacted to his aggression by apologizing. “I’m so bloody tall,” she said. “I make men feel small. A lot of them don’t even like standing and talking to me, let alone dancing with me.”

Tom was brimming with confidence; his ego inflated by the constant barrage of compliments about his dancing. “I’ll give you my mobile number,” he said. “Ring me any time you want to go dancing…on second thought, ring me any way, I like spending time with beautiful women, especially women with lips made for kissing, like yours.”

She smiled down at him as he slid his hand down her back. “You can touch my bottom if you like.”

Tom looked up into her smiling face, embarrassed. “I saw what you tried to do to the boss’s wife,” she said as her hands slipped down to his arse and pulled his body hard against hers. “Don’t get the wrong idea; I’m not Mrs Barton, I like to flirt.”

“A bit of fooling around is just my cup of tea.”

Tom had spent most of the night dancing with women old enough to be his mother. As the night wore on he was finding them more and more attractive.

Right now his prick was again growing hard as Dot moved her body seductively. Dot was giving the first sign that some of them may react positively to sex with a younger man.

When the dance finished he wrote his number on a coaster, “Give me a ring,” he said.

She kissed his cheek, “Don’t be surprised if I do.”

Meanwhile, Tom’s date, Sally-Anne, was exchanging phone numbers with Robert Barton when Tom joined them after the last dance.

“I’ve arranged for my car to take you home” Mr. Barton told Tom, as he wished them good night.

In the car Sally-Anne was so excited she couldn’t stop talking. “Tommy,” she whispered, “That was super…those powerful people just oozing money. You’re great. I can’t thank you enough for taking me.” Then she grinned and added, “But I’ll try to thank you.” She opened his fly.

They stumbled from the car at her house and headed for the front porch. “I wish we had more champagne,” Sally-Anne said, as they sank down on the hard wooden seat of the swing. She giggled as she realized his pants were still open. “Oh well, I’ll just have to find something else to drink.”

Tom groaned as she fell on her knees in front of the seat and proceeded to release his prick. “Tommy,” Sally-Anne cried, as she undid his belt and pulled his pants off, before throwing them in a corner. “If you ever invite anyone else to those parties, I’ll kill you.”

Tom wasn’t worried about being killed, there were no more parties as far as he knew. His mind was on her firm, pointy tits and her shaven pussy, not parties.

Suddenly a woman’s voice called “Is that you Sally-Anne?”

“Shit that’s mum,” Sally-Anne said as she scrambled to untangle herself from Tom and straighten her clothes. “Hide over there behind those shrubs,” Sally-Anne.

She called as she stood up, “Yes Mum, I’m just saying good night to Tom, I’ll be up in a minute.”

To Tom she asked, “Did you find your pants?” she whispered as she spied Tom scrabbling around in the corner where she had thrown them.

“Well that’s fucked that,” Tom thought as he found his pants and headed for the gate.

“Where are you going?” she called quietly.

“Home I suppose, there`s nothing else to do.”

“Slip around the back and wait, we can go up to my room. Don’t worry I’ll pour a couple of scotches into her and she’ll be right.”

Thinking she wouldn’t be back, Tom resorted jerking off to relieve the pressure on his balls. He was just cleaning up when Sally- Anne appeared at the back door.

“Follow me,” she whispered, as she led him up a narrow set of stairs to a bedroom. “This is the spare room, Mum shouldn’t hear us here.”

She turned around, slipped off what appeared to be a shirt and stood naked. He could see her mouth moving, he could hardly hear her, but her gestures made her message plain. He came closer, “Come here lover…come here,” Sally Anne whispered her body beckoning.

Oh shit, Tom thought, she’s nude and wants to fuck. My pricks soft and I probably won’t get hard for a while; if I can’t perform, she’ll tell everybody. I can’t tell her I’ve been wanking; I’ll be a bloody laughing stock. That would be the end of my sex life, at least while I’m at school. I’ve got to stall, he reasoned as he moved over to kiss her. She opened her mouth wide and licked his lips before allowing his tongue to enter. Tom had spent hours kissing his teenage dates. He knew how to use his mouth and tongue to try to turn them on…this would buy him a little time. He showered her face with kisses. His lips moving to kiss her eyes, her nose and then back to her mouth. He nibbled on her lips. Then licked up from her bottom lip, grinning as he tried to take all of her lips both top and bottom into his mouth.

Chapter 2

The next day Cecil told his buddies— no more virgin Sophie. Cecil even bragged about banging her, posting a pic of his love-stained backseat.

Sophie was so delighted she texted Cecil a pic of her naked, spread pussy, and told him to share it with everyone… sex fantasy #88.

The idea of having her naked pussy splashed across the internet made Sophie tingly and horny. Of course, everything made Sophie horny. After chemistry 101 she rushed to the restroom to finger herself.

Later Sophie met Geena in the cafeteria and told her about the janitor’s and his enormous prick.

“So the guy’s hung like a horse?”

“Like a Clydesdale!”

“OMFG!!!” Geena blushed. “You’re sooo lucky.”

“Oh and I banged Cecil in the student parking lot. Now I’ve lost my virginity, twice.”

“Gosh. You screwed a black man and a nerd?” Geena rubbed her nipples. “Two of my favorite fuck fantasies— and I’m still a virgin. That ain’t right.”

A text popped up on Sophie’s phone. “Dammit, Cecil wants his blowjob NOW. He’s waiting in his car behind the bleachers. But my mouth has an appointment with another prick, a horse prick.”

“Hey let me suck off Cecil!” Geena gripped Sophie’s tit. “Please? I been dying to do fantasy . Hell I been watching blowjob videos and practicing on a banana and—”

“—Okay.” Sophie laughed. “Sure go suck off Cecil’s banana, but you better bring your rope. He’s a feisty prick.”

****

Ditching Algebra class, Geena raced over to the bleachers and found Cecil underneath, choking his chicken. The guy looked up, covering his swollen prick. “Oops. Um…where’s Sophie?”

“She’s busy.”

“But we had a deal.”

“No. I’m your deal now—now let me see that boner!” Cecil didn’t move. Geena held up the rope. “Dude do I have to do

26, tie you up to suck your cock?” He shook his head. “Good. Now let me have your prick and let me do my job, my blowjob.”

Cecil moved his hands away, revealing his boner.

Geena stared at his stiff pole, wishing it was in deep her cunt… pounding away her virginity. She lifted out her tits. Cecil sucked her knobby nipples for a minute before shoving her to her knees.

Geena liked being forced to her knees.

Cecil pushed his prick into her mouth and Geena sucked it deep, so deep his pubes tickled her nose. As she sucked she ran her studded tongue all over the swollen bulb, licking and lapping.

Bobbing her head on his prick Geena reached up and fondled his lovely hairy balls, like in the porno vids.

“Oh yes—suck it baby— SUCK IT! The dark-haired girl bobbed up and down faster, tasting his pre-cum and getting ready for the cum swallow fantasy

4.

Suddenly Cecil slammed his cock down her throat so hard he nearly knocked her head off. Hot jism exploded into her mouth. Geena gagged as spewing cum shots filled her cheeks and spewed down her throat.

The girl gulped and gulped, swallowing gobs of cum as more cum dribbled from her lips.

His prick squirted one last cum shot. “Open your mouth and let me see.” Geena opened her lips. Cecil looked down at her sperm filled mouth and took a pic. “Gosh, thanks for the BJ. Um, what’s your name babe?”

Geena swallowed, but before she could answer Cecil grabbed her rope. “Ha! Time for some real fun babe.” He tied her hands and ripped off her panties.

“Stop! Don’t tie me up, I want to fuc—” Cecil shoved the panties in her mouth. Geena moaned as he pulled off her dress and tied her wrists together. “Mmfff!!” The squirming girl kicked his chin when he tried to grab her ankle.

But soon he had both ankles tied to aksaray escort posts and her legs spread so wide she could feel the cool breeze rushing into her fuck tunnel, giving her pussy goosebumps. Cecil stood up and smiled.

Geena smiled too. Tied up and fucked was, of course, sex fantasy

2…. He took a pic of her wide-open pussy and licked it. Geena wiggled her twat against his naughty tongue.

Cecil lifted his cock and pushed his hard fuck stick against her dark hairy slit… it popped in.

“Mmfff… MMFFF!” Geena moaned as his rigid prick plunged into her love-starved cunt.

The guy slobbered over her tits and fucked deeper, tearing her pink folds and ripping apart her virginity. Geena moaned and Cecil screwed harder, his stiff shaft pummeling her tender twat.

…and at that moment Geena discovered the joy of fucking… FANTASY

!

Geena groaned and marveled at Cecil’s strong thighs as he pumped her like a fuck-engine.

Soon she felt Cecil’s body shake and quiver. The nerd groaned. “Aaaagh!” Cecil’s head flew up as his prick spewed into her hot pussy. Geena came too, biting her gag as waves of climax rocked her body.

She bucked her pussy up to Cecil’s spewing prick… before collapsing. Geena felt gobs of hot sticky cum leaking down her ass crack. Ass-crack cum felt wonderfully gross.

Cecil pulled out with a slurping sound and wiped his slimy prick off in her dark hair. Geena didn’t mind that, but the jerk left her tied to the posts. Geena squirmed and screamed,” MMFFF!” MMFFF!!”

Stupid Cecil ignored her grunts.

Just as the jerk zipped up Geena noticed two varsity football players walk up and stare into her wide-open twat. She felt shivers zip through her cunt. Geena lifted her hips and spread her thighs, to let them know her hole was open for business.

“Hey Dude, your girlfriend looks pretty with her legs spread.”

“She’s not my girlfriend. I don’t even know her name. Hell, you guys can bang her if you want.” Suddenly Geena’s wet cunt quivered with fantasy 7… the gangbang fantasy.

“Hot damn! Free poontang!”

****

In the library, Sophie spotted the janitor mopping the floor. Damien pointed the mop handle up from his crotch, waving it around like a 6-foot prick… and her pussy cringed. Then Damien blew her a kiss that hit her lips and tingled through her body.

Sophie couldn’t wait to suck his long black pole.

They snuck into the storeroom. Damien unzipped, unleashing his fat fuck-stick. Sophie stared at it. The throbbing black prick made her pussy drip like a waterfall. After giving her big tits a good sucking the black man pushed her to her knees and brought his huge prick to her lips.

Suddenly Sophie felt embarrassed at the idea of fantasy

22, sucking off a black janitor. “Wait sir… I don’t know if I should suck it. What would my mom think?”

Damien laughed. “She’d be jealous… I know you momma.”

Damien was right. Her slutty mom would love to suck him off… Probably already had.

Sophie cautiously opened her mouth and gagged when the black man shoved his enormous cockhead in. Stretching her lips the horny redhead sucked on his big prick, working her tongue up and down his veined shaft.

Sophie enjoyed her first mouthful of stiff cock-meat. She sucked faster, feverishly bobbing her head and twirling her tongue like a porno whore.

Damien’s hands gripped her head. “Deepthroat it Missy!”

Sophie did, taking his fat black prick down to her tonsils. She gagged and gagged, but kept sucking and sucking. bahçelievler escort Soon she felt his prick swell and throb and— explode! OMFG!!

She choked as spewing spunk flooded her mouth and shot down her throat. Swallowing as fast as she could the panting redhead gulped down the torrent of hot spurting cum. Sophie’s eyes watered but she kept sucking as gobs of cum spilled from her lips and down her chin.

The girl even felt cum drip out her nose. Gross!

The black janitor pulled out his prick and laughed. He kissed her head, wiping the of cum off her face. Damien’s strong arms lifted her to the desk. He grinned. “Now spread your legs Miss Sophie. It’s pussy pokin’ time.”

Sophie’s steamy pussy yearned to be poked again…and pummeled… and pounded. The girl eagerly spread herself. Damien rubbed his still stiff prick along her simmering pussy lips. His hard rod pushed into her burning hole, ripping her tissue.

“Ohhh…Ohhh… It hurts so good!” The long black prick plowed in and out of her tightly gripping cunt, deeper and deeper…

“Fuck meee! Fuck meee!” Sophie’s legs gripped his hips, lifting her aching pussy to meet his pounding thrusts. The janitor sucked her boobs and fucked harder, slamming his fuck-piston into her ravaged pussy, pounding it over and over.

Soon she felt burning in her loins and her clitty throbbed—ready to burst.

“AAAHHH!!” Sophie’s back arched up and twisted as her body convulsed in orgasm. “AIYEEE!!” A thousand jolts of ecstasy raced from her twat to her tits, and down to her curling toes…

When the orgasm stopped Sophie collapsed on the desk, feeling streams of cum and pee leak from her battered pussy… fantasy # whatever.

“Jeez Damien— you fucked the piss out of me!”

The janitor grinned. “Can I take a pussy pic Miss Sophie?”

“Sure.” Sophie blushed and spread her legs, letting the man snap a pic of her red snapper. Then Damien’s big hands rolled her over. “Wh-what are you doing to me now?”

“Around the world.” His hand smacked her butt. “Time for some backdoor bangin’.” Damien laughed. “Your momma used to love the backdoor boogie.”

“WHAT!? Wait—let’s talk about this!” Sophie felt his fat finger probing her tiny butthole. She looked back. “Please Mr. Damien sir, I’m not ready for anal.”

“Yes you are Miss Horny. I know you wanna be fucked in every hole. Now spread ’em.”

Dammit he was right, of course! Gritting her teeth Sophie reached back and spread her butt cheeks wide.

The janitor spit into her crack. Soon she felt his fat cockhead stretching her anal ring. It popped in. “Shit!” Sophie screamed as the fat prick stabbed her in the Ream-My-Ass-Out fantasy

8.

“Your prick is tearing my asshole! Ooof… Ooof…”

Sophie’s plump boobs squished against the desk as the black man fucked harder, ramming her tight butt. The janitor reached under and fingered her pussy with two long fingers while his prick pounded her asshole.

“Ouch dammit!” Sophie clenched her teeth as sweat ran down her face. Again and again, Damien’s black cock bored deep into her rump. His savage fuck thrusts grew harder, his balls slapping her pussy.

Sophie knew her poor, stretched-out asshole would never be the same.

“Aaaagh!” Damien’s burly head flew up when his cock exploded. She felt his prick spurting hard, shooting cum up her anal canal. Gobs of hot jism dripped down her crack.

The janitor pulled his black prick out with a loud pop. Sophie collapsed on the desk with her ravaged pussy and throbbing asshole dripping with cum. güngören escort For the first time in her young life, Sophie felt FULLY AND COMPLETELY FUCKED.

****

Geena was still tied up and gagged under the bleachers with her legs spread. “Mmfff!” She moaned as Cecil pulled up his pants and left. The two varsity football players came closer and dropped their pants.

Geena stared at their rigid cocks… her pussy growled with feral excitement.

The biggest one squeezed her big tits. “Now it’s our turn in your fuck holes, honey.”

The brunette braced her thighs for fantasy 7, the gangbang fantasy. The husky guys and their husky pricks took turns screwing her pussy hard. Giving Geena two more awesome orgasms.

Next they rolled her sideways for fantasy

01, the dreaded double-dick fantasy…

One husky football player fucked her pussy, while the other slammed his prick up her ass. “OWW!” And they took turns screwing her ass and pussy. And each time a husky prick plunged into her tight butthole Geena screamed through her gag.

“OOOWW!!!” Fantasy

01 hurt like hell!!!

After the guys finished they shoved a Coke bottle up her sore ass, took off her gag and left. Poor Geena was left tied up with her legs spread wide and gobs of goo dripping from her fuck-holes…

The naked girl lay there tugging at her ropes, and trying to keep the flies off her cummy cunt.

A groundskeeper walked by and stopped. His nametag read Raul. “Hey Raul, aqui-aqui!” Geena wriggled her twat enticingly, like a lure. It worked. Raul ran up between her legs.

The ravaged brunette thought she was in for another screwing.

But the guy pulled out a greasy rag and shoed away the flies from her cunt. The Mexican man wiped off her pussy and ass, digging the rag inside to clean out her fuck-holes.

“Oh thank— thank you Raul!” Geena kept thanking him as he untied her and helped her get dressed. And he even pulled the Coke bottle out of her ass. “Oh you’re such a nice gentleman, and my mama taught me to always thank nice gentlemen…”

Geena smiled. “Hey Raul, you want a sloppy piece of pussy, or maybe a blowjob?”

The guy looked confused and Geena realized he didn’t speak English. So Geena flipped out her chubby tits, dropped to her knees and pointed to her wide-open mouth, wiggling her studded tongue around like a cock lure.

“Ah Si! Si!” Raul yanked out his sweaty prick and shoved into her mouth.

Taking Raul’s prick deep down her throat, Geena eagerly bobbed her head up and down his thick brown shaft as the man squeezed her jiggling jugs. Her fingers tugged on his hairy balls as she sucked and soon his prick erupted— spewing out a torrent of cum.

The girl choked and swallowed, and choked again. Holy cow! After gagging down as much cum as she could, Geena pulled away and let the rest splatter across her tits.

Geena licked off his cock and even sucked his hairy balls… fantasy #89. Raul wiped her chin off with his greasy rag, and thanked Geena calling her “La Boca Loca”. Which she figured was Spanish for beautiful princess.

Fully fucked Geena pulled her panties and waddled away, feeling like a used whore. Eventually, Geena made it to Sophie’s car and gently sat her sore ass in the seat.

“You’re late.” Sophie laughed. “And look at you, you little slut… Cum in your hair, hand marks on your blouse and more cum running down your legs. I guess you got lucky with Cecil.”

“Yep and I got gangbanged by a bunch of strangers, which was super cool,” Geena smirked.

“And look at you slutty Sophie, you little whore. Black pubes on your lips and your skirt has a cum stain the size of a pizza. Girl you looked fucked and re-fucked.”

“I guess we both got screwed to death.”

“FINALLY!” Geena winked, squeezing Sophie’s boobs. “So you wanna do sex fantasy

95?”

Sophie nodded slowly. “Is that where we get drunk and use the beer bottles as sex toys?”

“Yes please.”