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“I promise you’ll love it,” Ingrid said as she kissed me on the cheek.

“Why not come with me?”

“No, the Soiree is the sort of place you need to go alone,” she explained cupping my D cup breast and kissing my nipple that immediately exploded into its full hardness.

I had been transferred from the London Head Office to the company’s Denmark Branch in Copenhagen and promoted to being VP for Scandinavia; a big job with 200 personnel in six countries reporting to me. I loved it and lapped up the responsibility, authority and, yes, the power.

When I took up the post, I hardly knew anyone apart from Ingrid who was a head-hunter who I had slept with a few times. I had met most of the management group of the region, but didn’t really know them, but then that’s common in senior management. Most businesses don’t like managers getting too friendly, it ‘blunts their edge’ is the commonly held belief.

It had started with Ingrid a couple of years ago when she visited London to be interviewed as a global head-hunter for the European operation. She was there for a few weeks and we got very close ending up in bed in my flat in Primrose Hill a little later after a recruitment meeting. It had continued when I was being extensively interviewed for the job in Denmark and was ongoing now I had started to work there. It was largely due to her recommendations that I had got on the short list for the post so I really was very generously grateful!

Scandinavia generally and Copenhagen in particular, has totally different views on co-workers cohabiting and on outed lesbians living together although, to be fair, neither of us are lesbian but we both enjoy other women and each other. The region also has a completely different perspective on partnerships whether they be same or different gender, believing that sex and love can and should be kept separate. Thus, generally it’s felt that just as a married individual might have a friend or friends they share a hobby with so they might have one they share sex with.

“And in any case,” Ingrid continued. “I’ll be in Australia for the next six months so you’ll need some new playmates won’t you?”

*

I called the number that Ingrid had left me and made an appointment for a membership interview a few days later. I fitted the interview in between business meetings so was rather formally dressed in a dark grey suit that was just above the knee, heels, a white button up blouse, dark tights and a black jacket.

Misa Sondstein the manager of the Soiree looked to be around my age, mid-forties and was a rather stern-looking woman with a flat face and short, black hair. Fairly plain looking, she was tall and almost stick-insect thin but was very outgoing, charming and friendly. She made me feel at ease and welcome as she explained how the club worked.

“It is a membership only club darling,” she said putting her hand on my wrist. “Members have to register so we know at all times the details of everyone that is in here. Copenhagen is very particular on health and safety regulations.”

“So I am learning,” I replied crossing my legs in a way that her glance told me was reminiscent of Sharon Stone in Basic Instinct; the difference, though, was that I was wearing underwear, though the hem of my skirt was some six inches or so above my knees. She smiled as I continued. “Aren’t people a little concerned with confidentiality?”

“Yes of course, but we are very understanding here in Denmark and membership of clubs such as this is not looked on as anything to hide.”

“Ok I see.”

“Of course, it is women only although we have numerous gender non-specific and other er, um complications as members.”

I smiled but didn’t comment.

“We only open during the day at weekends and on Wednesdays hence, the name of course and then it is for twelve hours from four p.m. We have a full bar, light snack café and an a la carte restaurant with a full menu on Fridays and Saturdays. After the joining fee there is an annual subscription of ten thousand Krone and we ask that you arrange to spend the same in the club each year. Is that all clear?”

“Yes perfectly, a little like a golf club really.”

She smiled. “Precisely.”

“Being a working resident of Copenhagen, we will not require you to be interviewed or supply references so once your subscriptions have been cleared and the credit card verified you’ll be good to go.

“So, what did you think of the Soiree?” Ingrid asked me when we met for a drink that evening.

“It looks great.”

“Was it all I promised,” she asked leaning across and running her fingertips across my cheek.”

“Yes darling and more?”

“Did the old shrew show you round?”

“Misa?”

“Yes, she can be a right bitch.”

“I take it she didn’t fall for your charms then?” I asked looking down the front of Ingrid’s loose top. As usual she was not wearing a bra and with a jolt of sexual arousal I saw her small, pert breasts. She saw me looking.

“Later babe, later,” she smiled. “So, did you go around everywhere?”

“No, she mainly showed me from the viewing rooms?”

“What behind the one-way mirrors?”

“Yes.”

“Fun isn’t it, was there much going on?”

“It Belek travesti was early around five so the club wasn’t that busy.”

“So, you saw the theatre?”

“Where they show the movies?”

“Yes and where you lay on those big leather mattresses to watch.”

“There were only a few people in there, all couples. I thought you said it was best to go alone.”

“They would have been alone and paired up at the club to watch the porn.”

“Oh, I see. What just met there?”

“Probably, but of course some may have known each other from previous visits.”

“Hmmm yes I see that now, two couples really were getting it on.”

“Had they taken their shifts off?”

“Yes, one couple were both naked and another had them open.”

“Of course, you couldn’t see into the private rooms could you?”

“No but we walked down the corridors where they were and some had open windows.”

“Yes the exhibitionist rooms.”

“How do you mean?”

“Girls who like to be looked at?”

“What alone?”

“And with others, two or sometimes three.”

“I only saw one girl in one room.”

“Well as you say it was early. Was she naked?”

“Yes.”

“Doing anything?”

“She looked as though she was about to.”

“Did you and Misa stop?”

“Only briefly.”

“Probably if you and Misa had stopped she would have put on a show for you.”

“What masturbate?”

“Yes probably.”

“Hmmmm.”

“And I assume you saw the pool, jacuzzis, steam rooms and saunas?”

“Yes I enjoyed seeing the women swimming naked, I love that.”

“So have you joined?”

“Yes and paid my fees.”

“When will you go?”

“Well you’re ditching me tomorrow morning and so I won’t have you tomorrow night so why not then?”

“Good thinking, get yourself laid a few times imagining it’s me.”

*

Soiree was what Ingrid called a lady’s pleasure club when she explained it to me.

“They are fairly common in Denmark and Sweden,” she had explained going on to tell me that they are similar to male gay sauna clubs smiling as she added. “But of course, a lot less seedy as they are for ladies.”

She explained that they served a number of purposes and that she had been a member of several since her mid-twenties, some twenty years now.

“At first I joined as I was becoming more curious about sex with other women and although I had dabbled a little at parties and at clubs I wanted more.”

“And you got it?” I had asked as we lay in each other’s arms in my apartment in south Copenhagen.

“Oh yes darling and in spades.”

I laughed and kissed her. “So, you actually get sex there.”

“That’s what they are for really, to get laid.”

“Just women though?”

“Well there is the odd tranny and cross dresser there now and then, but effectively yes all female, albeit a few with dicks!”

“Have you er, um, had one of those?”

“A couple actually”? She replied kissing me.

“What’s it like?”

“Well with a pretty one, more a ladyboy, you know like you see in Thailand it’s pretty damn fantastic. It’s like having threesome but with only the two of you.”

“I laughed,” wondering just what it would be like, but forgetting about the idea almost immediately.

Ingrid had explained that at the club you got undressed and put on a robe that they supplied that was a simple mid-thigh length, slip on, button up the front, white cotton, shift dress.

“Anything under it?” I had asked.

“Most don’t, but a few keep their knickers on.”

“I take it you don’t.”

“No of course not, as you know I like them off as much as possible when not in the club so, when there well?” she had giggled.

“Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do hon,” she smiled kissing me full on the lips and caressing my bum.

Kissing her back, I smiled. “That gives me a big canvas to paint on then doesn’t it.”

“Yes, very big,” she smiled sliding her hand between my legs and running it along my lips.

“Mmmmm so wet love, that for me or the club?”

“You of course,” I grinned watching her roll over so that her gloriously shapely bum was pointing at me as she reached into the bedside cabinet drawer and pulled out one of our several vibrators. I stroked her bum as she rolled back over to face me.

“Big boy tonight is it?” I asked as she kissed my nipple and I ran my fingers through her thick, dark hair whilst she ran the black, eight inch long and two inch diameter vibrator across my mouth.

*

“Lovely to see you Ms West,” the pretty, fairly young receptionist at Soiree said the next evening when I arrived at just after eight. “Everything is in order and the funds have been cleared.”

“Oh good.”

“Here’s your membership docket,” she said handing me a plastic credit card like slip. “You may charge what you like to this. It opens the door to the changing room and works on the lockers.” She went on to explain what to do after using it and as she said discretely.

“When you have no bag or pockets it can be left securely in here,” pointing to a piece of equipment like an ATM. “And you use your pass code to retrieve it.”

Later I used the card to get into and from the reception Kemer travesti into the locker room and as usual everything worked perfectly.

There were no cubicles in the dressing rooms, but then in Denmark that was not surprising as nearly everyone or, so it seemed was, to some extent a nudist. I undressed, put my clothes and valuables into the locker and slipped the short, mid-thigh length, thin, shift dress on. I checked myself in the mirror and was pleased to see that my 36D breasts didn’t seem to sag too much but jiggled around quite suggestively under the thin robe as I moved. I was a little worried that my nipples were quite as prominent as they were for they were making large indentations in the thin material, but generally I was quite used to it and had come to accept the embarrassment they often gave me. I fluffed up my blonde, spiky hair and polished my dark-rimmed glasses that I would have liked to leave off but the need for me to see prevented that. Alone in the changing room I did a little twirl in front of the mirror wondering what the other women would make of me and whether I would meet anyone who I found attractive enough to make love. ‘No,’ I told myself sharply. ‘Not make love, have sex with.’

Ingrid had been very clear when she had first told me about Soiree.

“You have to clear your head of any preconceived ideas on meeting other women for sex. You have to become Scandinavian and think like a Dane. Sex is just a commodity, a pleasure, maybe even a hobby. It has nothing to do with love Jayne, it’s all to do with feelings and sensations.”

With my UK way of thinking and my British ideas on sex and carnal pleasure, the idea of meeting female strangers with just one objective in mind, to get off sexually, was very foreign as, indeed, was much of the way of life in my new country of residence. But then so had using male and female escorts been when I had committed myself to the corporate world some twelve or so years ago. I had persuaded myself that there was no difference really between what I was planning at the Soiree and those men and women I had been with over the years who had been ‘ordered over the phone’ as I travelled the world as a single woman.

Looking at my near naked, apart from the unbuttoned, mid-thigh-length shift as those thoughts went through my mind, I wondered momentarily whether I would be able to go through with it. I was reasonably confident that some women there would find my body attractive. After all I have full, round breasts capped with prominent deep pink nipples and large areola. My stomach and hips carry a little excess but are by no means large and certainly not gross, maybe voluptuous is the most apt term for it. Even without the three- and four-inch heels I like to wear my legs are pretty good and my bum is in fine shape. So, I felt that I have the ‘equipment’ to walk around the club in both the brief tunic, wrapped in a towel and naked. Yes, I concluded buttoning the tunic up, the ‘equipment’s ok but do I have the guts? ‘Hmmmm,’ I thought. ‘I’ll soon find out,” shutting the locker and popping my card into the ATM lookalike.

I wandered around the club getting my bearings and a feel for the place for a while before sitting at a bar and ordering a white wine. I had only been there a few minutes when two women had chatted to me and others stood nearby talking away. I can’t say they were all stunningly attractive or that they had great figures, but they were all very friendly and that was nice and promising.

Excusing myself I went back down ‘the alley’ as it was termed. This ran the width of the building, about 40 yards. It was dimly lit and had small rooms each side about a third of which had viewing windows. Of the rest about half were occupied with the doors shut and most of the rest had the doors open and the lights off with no one in them. There were several where the doors were open and the lights were on. I looked in some of those and my heart pounded when I saw women lying naked staring at the window one or two, I noticed were openly masturbating and as I passed they smiled or beckoned me to come in. I didn’t. I wanted to get a feel of the place first and not get involved, well not just yet!

Coming out of ‘the alley’ into what I saw was the cinema where on my previous visit with Misa there had only been three or four couples and several singles, now it was packed. There must have been at least a dozen couples and at least as many singles lying on the big plastic mattresses. I stood to one side half-looking at the screen that was showing a montage of lesbian themed scenes from some famous movies including Basic instinct and The Hunger, and half at the audience. It really was a voyeur’s delight!

There were several couples who were naked. Unfortunately, none were particularly attractive and I was reaching the conclusion that the Danes ate and drank too much as most were overweight! I stood by the entrance taking everything in and watched one couple in particular who seemed to be putting on a bit of show. They stood rather than lay down with their arms round the other kissing quite vigorously as their hands became more adventurous. At first they were outside the other’s Konyaaltı travesti shift, but quickly they slid under it lifting the backs up to expose the two, nicely rounded bottoms. With the kiss continuing, the tops were unbuttoned and slipped off so that the two women, probably in their late thirties, were naked and squirming their bodies together. It was quite a heady sight to see the two pairs of full breasts and the two bald mounds pressed together

Looking around the dimly lit room I saw another couple going further than the rest. Both naked they were in a classic sixty-nine position with their heads buried between the other’s opened legs.

“Quite a sight isn’t it?” a voice from one side said.

Turning I saw a woman with long, dark hair smiling at me.

“Yes, it really is?”

As she moved closer I saw that she was about my age and quite pretty. Slim, with angular features she smiled as she said.

“Fancy watching the movies for a while?” as she put her hand on my arm near the elbow.

Looking closer at her I saw that all the buttons on her top were undone and as she moved so it opened up and I could see her small breasts. Seeing me looking she pulled one side open to expose them fully to me. She raised her eyebrow enquiringly. I have no idea why I did it as she was attractive and I was aroused but I looked away and said.

“Maybe later, but I want to look around first, it’s my first visit.”

“Of course, be my guest and enjoy yourself, I’ll be around here or the pool when you are ready.”

Then leaning forward she kissed me on the cheek and after looking at the swell of my breasts she said smiling. “I would love to see more of you,” then wandered into the room away from me.

Walking along a short corridor and down some stairs I came to the area that Misa had called the touch and feel room. She hadn’t taken me in there but explained. “It’s completely dark so you won’t see anything.”

“What happens in there?”

“You can’t really see anything or anyone so everything is by touch and feel.”

“What touching me?”

“Yes, and you touching and feeling anyone as well, it’s very erotic.”

“Are there any rules?” I’d asked.

“Only the standard house rule and that everything must consensual and talking though not against the rules is frowned upon.”

“So, touch and feel anyone, anywhere?”

“Yes, as long as they are ok with it, but then dear, if they are in there they are almost certainly up for it.”

Since my tour with Misa it had been this area that I had thought about most as I found the concept intriguing and arousing. The sheer idea of having another woman who I could not see and would never knowingly meet caressing and stroking me and perhaps fondling my breasts and even fingering me turned me on enormously.

I wandered in and was shocked by the darkness. I could hardly make out anything just vague, shadowy shapes and that was weird in itself. I had no idea how large the room was, whether there was any furniture or how many women were in there. I walked slowly forwards assuming that was towards the way out and felt others brushing against me our arms or hips briefly touching. Then I ran into someone face to face, well that’s how I thought we were as my breasts pressed against an equal softness . We were pressed together with our bodies touching from our breasts downwards. I could just make out a face was near to mine and I could smell a rather nice perfume. Neither of us moved and we stood there for a few seconds our breasts, tummies and thighs touching. Then I felt her fingers run up and down my arm and her lips on my cheek as she kissed me. I didn’t move but her lips did and they brushed against mine. They were soft and smooth and open. I opened mine and the kiss became more intense. I liked it and welcomed her tongue into my mouth as I felt her hand rest lightly on my bare hip under the tunic. It fondled me then moved round my body to caress the cheek of my bottom. I went to respond, but then surprisingly she was gone. I felt disappointed.

I moved further into the room and came across what looked like a small group. I moved in closer and just about made out that there were two or three women sitting or kneeling and a few more standing. Plucking up my courage I pushed myself into the group and found my stomach squashed against the bottom of a woman who was bent over leaning forward. I squirmed against it and it pressed back. Then a woman came up and pressed the top of her body against mine and I was pulled away from the bent over body as another joined us making a sexual triangle. I was kissed by both women and I reached up for their breasts. I ran my hands over them, cupping a nicely full breast through a top and a smaller pair with a long nipples; she had removed her top and was completely bare. Smiling I wondered whether you got fined for losing a top. A hand slid up inside the front of my top right onto my breasts, caressing and fondling them nicely. At the same time another, maybe of the same person but it was too dim to tell, squeezed my buttocks and yet a third slid up my thighs at the front to find my pussy. It rubbed me there enquiringly, I guess, so I parted my legs and it went right onto my wetness. Hardly stopping the fingers worked their way round my pussy before easing their way inside. And then, I was kissed on the mouth and breasts, had fingers rubbed along the crease in my bum and was fingered to a shuddering and delightfully sordid orgasm.

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My phone pinged I opened the message it was from my wife, reminding me that I was to pick her up from work at 6.30pm. We were going out for a meal, the table booked for 7pm. I quickly responded saying that I was just about to leave and would be with her in about an hour.

The traffic was light and I arrived early, making my way up to her department I was met at the reception desk by one of her staff who was in the process of leaving, exchanging greetings she informed me that my wife, was getting changed and that I should just go through to her office, she followed me through, stopping outside the bathroom door, knocking on it, telling my wife she was away and that she would lock the doors to the department on her way out, adding that I had arrived and that I was waiting for her in her office. My wife’s muffled thanks coming from behind the door. I settled into a chair beside her desk, picking up a magazine and began thumbing through it.

“Hi Darling, your early” she said as she approached me.

She looked amazing, the simple black wrap over dress was clinging to her in all the right places, showing off her cleavage, the wrap over front parting slightly as she walked towards me, allowing a glimpse of inner thigh encased in barely black nylon, her black patent stilettos clicking on the floor as she moved towards me.

“Wow Darling you look fantastic, what have you done with my wife?”

“I take it you approve,” She laughingly said as she did a pirouette, her dress slightly flaring as she turned, I stood up as she reached me, opening my arms we embraced, her perfume filling the air, she planted a kiss on my cheek.

“You look amazing.” I responded, as my hands lightly grasped her sides, feeling the coolness of her silky dress. She smiled, reached up and gently adjusted my silk tie.

“Your looking very nice yourself, darling,” as her hands slipped to my upper chest, we kissed again, this time on the lips, we savoured the moment and both continued the kiss enjoying the moment, I felt my cock stirring, rising rapidly, filling out my shorts beneath my trousers, she felt me against her leg, slipping her hand down my chest, our kiss intensifying, her hand slipping between our bodies, she soon reached my rapidly growing cock, caressing it gently through my trousers. I moaned through our kiss, she fondled my cock harder, increasing my pleasure.

Breaking our kiss she looked at me and smiled.

“I take it you approve of my outfit,” as she continued to fondle me.

“You look amazing, so sexy,” as I let my hand slowly slip down the back of her dress and onto her ass, she quickly fended off my hand.

“You need to behave darling,” she responded, as her other hand released my cock from her grasp and she walked over to her desk picking up a bunch of keys.

I looked at her aghast, my cock straining in my shorts, tenting my suit trousers, clearly visible.

“You’re not going to leave me like this darling,” I gasped. She smiled.

“I need to check that the department is locked.” She went on, reaching a hand out to me.

“Come with me.” Taking her hand we left her office and moved through the department, switching off lights and closing doors, I placed my hand around her waist gently caressing her as we walked, my cock clearly tenting my trousers. I was desperately trying to find out what was beneath her silky dress, however she seemed alert to my motives deftly moving away from me at just the right moment, leaving me further frustrated.

“Will you stop teasing me please,” I asked her as she broke away from me as we entered a consulting room.

“I’m sorry darling,” she responded, “but I need to ensure that everything is shut off and disconnected,” as she bent down to remove a plug, “this is the last room.”

“Well if that’s the case,” I stepped towards her as she rose back up, wrapping my arms around her, pulling her back into my chest, allowing my cock to push into her butt, gently kissing her neck, trailing my my lips up to her ear and gently nibbling on it, whispering to her, ” I want you now, my sexy wife,” my hands gently stroking her breasts through the silkiness of her dress, feeling her bra holding them, it felt lacy under the silk, my cock responded, she ground her ass into it, letting out a moan.

She turned in my arms, we kissed slowly, she pushed me back against the wall, grinding herself on my leg, her breasts pushing into my chest, her hands grabbing mine, holding them to the side, I was desperate to fondle and caress her, she knew this, she broke the kiss, and stepped back, her face was flushed.

“Stay there and don’t move,” as she headed for the door, closing it and clicking the lock, she then moved to the other side of the room, keeping her eyes on me, a finger raised as a warning to stay where I was. She stopped in front of the examination couch, turned and faced me, hands on her hips.

“You are terrible,” she moved her hand and undid the tie on the side of her dress, I was mesmerised, Lara Travesti my cock jumped in anticipation, she saw it and laughed, I went to move towards her desperate to get my hands on her.

“Stay where you are,” she scolded me. I retreated to the wall as she slowly undid and opened her dress, placing her hands back on her hips the dress held behind her, I gasped in awe at her beauty, her breasts in a c-thru black lace balconette style bra with a deep plunge allowing plenty of breast exposed, a deep matching suspender belt, framed a tiny pair of matching lace panties, the suspenders attached to her lace topped black stockings, I was entranced with her beauty, my hands straying to the front of my suit trousers I was about to fondle myself when she yelled at me.

“Don’t you dare touch yourself, take of your jacket,” she instructed me. I obliged as I saw her remove her dress completely, draping it over a nearby chair, she walked towards me, my eyes glued to her, as I too draped my jacket over a chair.

I went to embrace her, “hands behind your back!” she ordered, I looked at her, shock on my face, as she stood in front of me hands on her hips. “Well do it.” She ordered, I moved my hands behind my back, as a smile crossed her flushed face, she raised her hand to my face, gently stroking down my chin and beard with the back of it.

She continued stroking my face, with one hand whilst her other hand began to slide up and down my chest, I was experiencing great pleasure from this foreplay, my cock hardening even more in my shorts, my trousers tenting obscenely.

“As you are in my department darling, I am the boss, you will do as I tell you or this,” As she grabbed hold of my cock, “will not get its usual warm bath, do you understand me?” as she released my cock from her grasp.

“Eh yes mistress,” I whispered, “ouch,” as she had pulled on one of my braces, releasing it so it snapped back, catching an erect nipple beneath my crisp white shirt.

“I didn’t hear you properly,” she retorted, “again!!” As she pulled on both of my braces.

“Yes mistress, you are the boss,” I replied, waiting for the stinging on my breasts when she would release my braces.

“That’s better darling,” she smiled going on, “now,”

“Argh,” I yelped, as she let go of my braces,

“As I was about to say,” she carried on, as she gently ran her fingers over my erect nipples, easing the stinging effect with her delicate touch. “As much as I enjoy the sight of you, so impeccably dressed, I’m afraid that this will have to go,” her hands moved towards my silk tie and began to undo it, her eyes never leaving mine, her mouth, the lips framed in her red lipstick, opened, her tongue seductively began to run over her lips.

She left my tie, untied draped down my chest as she slowly began to undo my shirt buttons. I was aching to take her in my arms, to run my hands over her body, feel the silk and lace of her lingerie.

She leant forward I thought to kiss me, wrong, she moved her head and her tongue found my earlobe, she slowly licked around it, before gently kissing it, nibbling gently on it. She then whispered in my ear.

“These will have to go as well,” as her hands slipped under my braces, rising up to and over my shoulders, pulling them down my arms, I helped by moving my arms to the side so they could slip off, she took my hands and pushed them backwards, I dutifully responded returning them to behind my back.

She began to pull my shirt free of my trousers, returning once it was free to undoing the last of the buttons. Finishing she smiled at me, as she ran her hands up my shirt, gently placing them around my neck. Holding me she leant forward, this time she brushed the side of my face with her lips, before again whispering in my ear.

“Undo your cufflinks darling,” she then again seductively licked my ear lobe, sending shivers of ecstasy through my body, my cock twitching in the tight confines of my boxers. I hurriedly undid my cufflinks.

“Undone mistress,” I managed to stutter as she continued with her assault of my earlobe, she had slowly slipped a hand under my shirt and was gently dragging her long red nails over my upper chest, flicking my nipple when she came across it. The sensations running through me were immense ending at my cock which was in a perpetual state of twitching.

“Undone Mistress.”

“Well done darling,” she complimented me, as she moved back from me slightly, “now I’ll take this,” as she slid my silk tie from around my neck and placing it around her neck. Moving around behind me, I felt her breasts touch my back, her perfume filling my nostrils with her scent, as she leant into me and continued her assault of my earlobe. I felt her body move forward slowly, my hands were level with either her garter belt or panties, I couldn’t decide as she again whispered sternly in my ear.

“Do not touch me with your hands, you will not touch my pussy until I tell you to. Do you Manavgat travesti understand darling?”

“Yes Mistress,” I replied, the disappointment in my voice, I could feel her heat on my hands, she was teasing me, I felt her shift forward I quickly moved my hands downwards and outwards, they landed on her stockings, I left them there they were trembling, holding my breath, I was in some state, she pushed her thighs forward, trapping my hands between her thighs and my own. I breathed out, I was relieved no chastisement from her. She wrapped her arms around me slipping her hands under my shirt and gently began a parallel assault of my chest and breasts simultaneously catching my nipples with her long red nails as they moved up and around my upper torso slowly the pressure from her nails increased, as did my breathing as more and more waves of pleasure mixed with pain enveloped me.

“I think we had better take this off darling,” as she pulled off my shirt from my back and off my arms as she stepped back, “we don’t want to get this messed up do we?”

“No mistress, thank you mistress,” as I felt cool air on my back, but not for long as she returned from placing my shirt on a chair, her hands and nails were now attacking my back, down my spine, across to my sides, I trembled at this, she knew I was ticklish there, slowly she repeated her assault, as she reached my sides she would lean in and gently kiss the back of my neck. She seemed to be enjoying this as she moved in closer to me, I tried to move my hands outwards again, but she stopped, stood back, her hands grabbed mine.

“Clasp your hands together darling,” obeying her immediately I was wondering what she had planned, “good darling”. It came to me as I felt the coolness of silk on my wrists, she was tying my hands together with my tie. “Now keep your fingers straight,” as she placed my hands together wrapping my tie around them to keep them in place. I felt her come closer to me, I panicked, I couldn’t get my hands out of the way, I felt the silk of her panties graze my fingers, as she leaned into me.

“You will not move your hands, my pussy is aching for some relief, and your hands will give me the stimulation I need. Remember darling displease me and no warm hole for your cock to fill.” I felt the pressure on my hands as she moved closer to me straddling my hands pushing her pussy down onto them, wrapping her arms around me she began to grind her panty clad pussy over my hands. I could hear her breathing increase, moaning, her nails digging into my chest as she humped my hands, it wasn’t long before I felt the warm moisture running through my fingers, her juices were making their way through her panties and my tie and onto my skin. Her gyrations increased, she was close to cumming then I felt her tremors as she came on my hands, her arms tightly wrapped around me were holding her up as her body convulsed, in the throes of her orgasm. I felt her collapse onto my back slipping of off my hands, she clung to me her breathing slowly calming down. Several minutes went by, before she released me from her arms and she walked around in front of me.

Kissing me gently she stood back from me, smiling, at me

“That my darling was intense. Now let’s get you ready for the next stage, shall we?” as she reached for my trousers waistband. Unbuttoning and unzipping my trousers she then pulled them down, crouching down, so as to slip them over my shoes, placing them on the chair with the rest of my clothes. Returning to stand in front of me she had clearly regained her composure. That gorgeous smile, the sexy way she ran her tongue over her lips, the gentle stroke of the back of her hand down my cheek, her other hand, her nails scrapping down my chest, I breathed in as her hand went lower, her nails scratching my skin.

“Now my darling, I think it’s time that we release, you don’t you?”

“Oh yes mistress, please mistress,” her hand slipped beneath the waistband.

“I do love you in silk darling, your cock always look so good like this,” her other hand was now caressing my cock from the outside of my shorts,, her nails teasing along my shaft, her hand rubbing the silk over the head of my cock. Oh I was getting close to spewing my load.

“Oh mistress please I’m going to cum if you continue rubbing me like that.”

She stopped rubbing me, grasping the base of my cock still in my shorts, she squeezed, watching my face, contort in a mixture of pain and pleasure. She held on till my breathing slowed.

“Is that better darling?”

“Oh thank you mistress,” I gasped out, “I am sorry.”

“Well I think that you need to clean my fingers for me, don’t you?” as she raised her hand towards my face, moving her fingers, I could see my pre cum sticking too her fingers. I opened my mouth, she was watching me intently as I stuck my tongue out, greedily seeking her fingers, she knew I loved the salty taste of my pre cum, one at a time, she offered me up a finger, Side travesti gently licking them clean, before I engulfed it in my mouth sucking and licking each one clean, all the while her eyes on mine, her smile broadening, moaning sexily as I sucked and played with her fingers. Her clean hand was all the while, nails scratching at my chest, teasing my nipple, my cock was aching again, I so wanted it to be in her warm pussy.

She started to move backwards, her fingers still in my mouth, I shuffled after her, she stopped in the middle of the room, pulling her fingers from my mouth, wiping them dry on my chest as she caressed her hand down my torso.

“Wait here.” She ordered. Spinning on her heels, she turned and walked away from me towards the examination couch, allowing me the pleasure of seeing her gorgeous ass, framed by her suspender belt, her black lace and silk panties were in fact a thong, the silk fitting snugly up between her butt cheeks, the triangle of silk pointing alluringly down towards her crack. She stopped, looked over her shoulder at me, smiled, brought her legs together and bent over from the waist, her hands slowly sliding down the outsides of her legs, smoothing the nylon of her stockings, she then slipped them between her legs and slowly she caressed her inner legs, letting her hands rise up her calves ever so slowly, teasing me, she knew that I loved looking at her legs, especially if she was in high heels and stockings.

As she reached her stocking tops, she removed her hands to her hips, as she simultaneously moved one leg outwards about 2 feet and stood back up. She was really putting on a show and by the look on her face as she looked back at me, she was enjoying herself. Whereas as I was in absolute torture, my cock was rock hard, soaked in my precum, straining for release from its silk prison.

Her hands disappeared from sight, I could only guess what they were doing, her thighs opened further, my god!, I could see the shape of her pussies lips through the soaked silk of her thong, she was really turned on by the look of it, her hands suddenly appeared between her legs, a red nailed finger slowly running across the silk from front to back, she was watching me again, smiling as she slowly fingered herself, her tongue suggestively running over her red lips.

Thankfully she stopped turned back around, with her legs still apart she leaned back, her butt resting on the couch, one hand was covering the front of her thong, the red of her nails a striking contrast to the black lace and silk of her thong, her middle finger was gently stroking up and down on her pussy, as her other hand slowly moved up to her lace covered breasts and began to slowly caress them. She teased like this seemingly enjoying seeing my tortured state, for what seemed ages.

“Darling,” she called out, breaking me out of the trance her seductive show had me in. “Come here please,” I moved forward stopping in front of her. “On your knees please,” I dropped to the floor, eager for what I hoped was to come. Taking my head in her hands she tilted my head up. “Now darling you know how much I enjoy your oral skills, I do hope you won’t disappoint me, I’m feeling so horny just know,” and with that before I could answer my face was pulled in to her crotch.

The smell of her sex was intoxicating, her thong was soaking, as I let my nose rub down her, feeling her lips parting under the silk, I snaked out my tongue as I moved back up, tasting her beautiful juices, my teeth began to gently nibble at her lips, I know she loved this and sure enough her thighs tightened around my head, her hands on the back of my head pushing me into her. She was moaning loudly above me, I wished I had my hands free to help support me, but also to feel her stocking clad legs.

I managed to get my nose to the edge of her thong, dragging it over with the aid of my teeth I had managed to expose her lips, now using my tongue I managed to get it under the silk and onto my goal of between her engorged lips, this resulted in a huge moan from her and a further clamping of my head, as I began to insert my tongue down and into her. She was writhing above me bucking her crotch into my face as I licked, sucked, nibbled my way into her cunt. Suddenly her legs moved landing on my shoulders, her heels digging into my back, her moaning increased, her fingers grabbing my hair kneading my head, her thigh muscles gripping me tighter, I was starting to get light headed, as her writhing increased, she was close to cumming again, and then her body went rigid, clamping my head even tighter, then releasing as quickly as her orgasm took hold, my face flooded with her juices, I had to swallow quickly, she tasted delightful.

I was stuck on my knees, head still buried in her crotch, her heels slowly scraping my back as her legs trembled in the aftershock of her orgasm. She held me like this, as her breathing came back to normal, I could feel her juices trickling down my face and into my beard, she was gently massaging my scalp with her hands, I could just about hear her moaning and purring above me. Minutes passed as she recovered, before I felt her legs come off my back, her hands grasping the side of my head and guiding it back from her crotch.

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Ice cubes clink against each other in a tall glass as Jim Beam and Sprite blend together. A quick stir and I move into the living room.

You got to town early this morning and don’t have to leave until tomorrow afternoon. It’s a nice change to the quick visits we usually get and I anticipated a night of cuddling and conversation. You invited a couple of your friends over to watch the game; unfortunately, I threw a temper fit over it and am making amends for behaving like a scorned girlfriend — not exactly what I am. Our situation is unusual. Neither one of us is looking for serious at the moment; we have fun, generally good conversation and great — camaraderie.

The sofa you’re reclining on was an indulgence. Covered in deep crimson velvet, it’s especially conducive to napping — wide, down-filled cushions, low arms and a squishy back invite snuggling with a book and a blanket, or a choice lover. Your stocking feet rest on the matching ottoman. I swing my leg over and settle in front of you. Your bare chest entices me to hurry, but teasing and tempting you slowly is more entertaining. My eyes drink in the contours of your body. Broad shoulders lead into a deep chest and slight belly, narrowing into lean hips and strong legs. You’re a manly specimen and I so enjoy the view. Your whole body screams strength and the package makes my pussy moisten.

Your eyes barely leave the TV screen. Denver is playing Kansas City on Monday Night Football, a major game for the Wild Card slot in the play-offs. You take the drink and thank me absently, trying to look around me as the Broncos make a key play.

I’m wearing a long silk gown in deep turquoise. Lace edges the thigh-high slits along the sides and the demure scoop neckline. You don’t even blink as the gown settles between my thighs. It was purchased for a night like this, when a layover offered a chance for a long seduction. The silk slithers over my skin, peaking my nipples.

“Good game?” I ask huskily, pressing my mound into your feet as I gently rub your jean-clad calves.

Flicking a glance in my direction, you simply take a sip; a widening of your eyes tells me you saw the show. Water beads down the side of the glass, dropping to your bare skin. I lean forward to lick it off, reveling in the sensation of your lightly furred chest rough against my tender lips. The contrast made me edgy for other textures on your body.

“Not now. The game is close and I want to catch the end,” you push me out of the way gently and return your attention to some inane ad. Concerned you’re genuinely angry; I open my mouth to apologize for being such a brat earlier. Instead, I see a gleam in your eye, challenging me to engage your mind, not just your body.

“At least let me entertain myself,” I lick along the waistband of your jeans, slipping my tongue just under the band. You shift, as if in rejection, but actually give me better access. I reach for the buttons and slowly undo each one with my lips and teeth. My chin brushes against Üçyol travesti your growing bulge as they pop free. I slide my hands under your ass and ease the denim down your legs. Leaving your underwear, I exhale hotly across your erection through the cotton material. I tease for several minutes, taking your fabric covered head into my mouth, licking along the legs and nibbling the underside of the shaft. A soft groan seems torn from your throat.

After pulling off your socks and slowly removing your underwear with my mouth, I rearrange your legs and settle myself between your knees. Gently kissing my way from your right knee up your inner thigh, to the crease in your groin, I feel your muscles begin to tremble beneath my lips. Blowing a stream of warm air across the head of your cock, I continue my attentions on the other side. Hair roughened skin against my mouth and tongue brings a rush of moisture to the juncture between my thighs.

Cuddling in closer, the tip of my tongue finds your ball sack and licks gently. The tremble in your muscles increases, but you only take another sip of your drink in acknowledgement. I pull each tender globe into my mouth and suck gently, rolling the loose skin with my lips as I change sides. It’s so arousing to feel them draw up against my lips and chin when you’re buried deep in my throat. Moving lower, I lick the tender line of skin behind your balls. Usually, this earns me a shudder and expletive, but the clink of ice and the acrid scent of whiskey is my only reward. Damn, you’re really going to make me work for your attention — demanding I use more skill than ever before, to show you something impressive.

“Slide out a little, please” my voice becomes hoarse with arousal.

“Whatever,” you comply with a shrug. “Keep your head down though, the game’s on.”

I embark on an irregular pattern of caresses with my hands and mouth. Wanting you to lose control fuels my exploration, as does the variety of textures I encounter; rough leads to silky and back.

Finally taking your nicely erect shaft in my mouth, I flick my tongue across the head and around the rim. My lips form a perfect seal as I pull you in deeper and swirl the tip of my tongue against the sensitive underside. Velvet and steel fills my mouth as I take you to the back of my throat and rub my tongue along the sides and bottom of your cock.

A slight tinkle of ice against glass is my only cue you’re enjoying what I’m doing. Taking inspiration, I sip from your glass and suck a cube into my mouth. Rubbing it against my inner lip, I return to your erection.

You gasp at the chill as I press the cube against the sweet spot where the head and shaft meet. Swirling the cube around your prick, I smile to myself as the rattle in the glass becomes more pronounced. I so enjoy the silky feel of you against my tongue as the helmet presses against the roof of my mouth.

The cube melts and my mouth warms up. I resume licking your hard on. Quick, light Alanya Travesti flicks and long firm strokes with my whole tongue keep you right on the edge. Your breathing quickens and the tremble in your legs increases to a constant vibration.

I stand up and walk away. Your groan of frustration pleases me. I hope the ballgame has lost all appeal as I move into the bathroom. Warming a washcloth under the tap and returning to the kitchen for more ice and a bowl with warm water, I head back to settle between your legs. You’re touching yourself when I enter the living room.

The crimson velvet forms a nice contrast against your fair skin and short mahogany hair. I’m already aroused from trying to gain your attention, but it increases further just watching you stroke your prick. I want you inside me, but that can wait for a while.

Picking up a piece of ice, I roll it across the head of your prick as you continue to stroke yourself. The freezing temperature makes your hips jerk against me. Pushing your hand out of the way, I roll the cube down the top of your shaft with one finger. Back up and down again, I watch your beautiful brown eyes go glassy. The crowd roars in the background, but your eyes never leave your cock and the ice. Slowly, I slide the cube sown both sides and over the head again before slipping along the underside of your dick. I make sure you don’t feel the warmth of my hand as I press the ice against your balls.

Dropping the cube back in the bowl at my side, I pick up the moist, warm washcloth and drape it over your cock.

“Oh, shit,” you moan. “You’re gonna kill me.”

I wrap the rough material around you and squeeze firmly with my thumb rubbing along the bottom. I begin to stroke you with the cloth, wondering what the terry material feels like to you. Your eyes drift closed as you ease down a little farther.

Frosty contact makes you jerk upright, abs flexing at the unexpected chill.

Repeating the pattern I created earlier, I massage more ice over your magnificent erection. Turning for the cloth again, I suddenly find myself scrambling over your legs as you haul me up and push me face down into the velvet cushions.

“Let’s see how you like it,” you growl, voice deepened in lust.

Dimly, I register the score — the Broncos are ahead by a touchdown and field goal. It sure doesn’t matter when I feel the skirt of my gown pushed up to my waist, my legs spread and your icy cock fills me up.

I gasp at how cold you are. My pussy has been hot and wet all night and the contrast is electrifying, making my lower belly tighten with an imminent orgasm. I squirm against you.

“Lay still! It’s my turn to torment you.”

A few slow, steady thrusts and you’ve warmed up. I feel my orgasm building higher.

“Harder,” I beg.

You pull out abruptly and I moan in protest.

“You thought I was going to allow you to cum so quick after teasing me and your bad behavior earlier?” You laugh at my frustration, Konyaaltı travesti a purely masculine sound, acknowledging you know how close I am.

I move to roll over, but you press me back down. I’m so hot and very wet in anticipation. I just want you inside me — there’s been enough foreplay to my way of thinking.

“Be still,” you order as you get off the sofa. “If you move, I’ll go to bed and leave you like this.”

It’s harder than I ever imagined lying still. I know you mean what you say; you are the consummate tease, but I know my orgasm will be amazing when you finally let me cum. I want yours to be as earth-shaking.

We must have had similar ideas for tonight. I hear you rummaging in the freezer, opening drawers, and rustling some sort of package. Fear of the unknown spikes my arousal and I smell the musky heat from my pussy.

Agonizing minutes later, you settle between my legs.

“Up on all fours,” a growl returns to your voice. The command is gentle, but allows no protest. I’m not sure my body will respond to my commands; it’s so in tune to the heat from yours, I’m limp

“Please, just fuck me!” I plead.

“Listen to me, now!”

I move into position and you slide between my knees on your back. I look down to see your head directly under my slit. The angle is so intensely erotic, I nearly lose it. My hips rotate in reaction.

“You’ll be just as still as you can be if you want to cum. I’m done with your games,” your voice is brisk. I suddenly feel like a naughty child. Then your tongue flicks across my clit and you press an icy dildo into my cunt.

The conflicting sensations of heat and cold make me gasp. My whole body trembles with the need to orgasm.

You seem to sense how close I am because you pull your lips from my button and stop moving the gel-filled dick in and out.

A few moments of recovery are all you allow, but it’s enough to bring me down from the edge.

You turn on the vibrator and lick along the outer lips of my pussy. Tiny little flicks of your tongue, but the contact is intense. Slowly you fuck me with the toy. It’s like being screwed with an icicle. I giggle a little at the realization we’d both planned such similar torments, then I’m beyond thought. You’re sucking my clit, teasing with lips, teeth and tongue while you pump the frozen dildo in and out of my hungry pussy. Heat, cold and pressure overwhelm me and I have to fight to be still. Then I can’t fight anymore. My body jerks upright as a powerful orgasm rocks through me. I lose sight and all sensation while my body convulses against you. Tumbling forward, I can’t even catch myself as I collapse into the sofa’s downy embrace.

As though I weighed nothing, you flip me over and drive your turgid prick into my spasming pussy. It seems you’ve finally lost control as you thrust as hard as you can, pushing my legs together to brace against your heaving shoulders, tightening my muscles around you.

Groaning, you cum deep inside me and collapse against the back of the sofa. It cradles us in plush warmth as we drift down from our mutual release. I eagerly anticipate a repeat performance. Your powers of recovery are phenomenal. I’m beginning to wonder what you may have in mind for Round Two as we drift off to sleep.

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The bracing cold air in the mountains awoke his senses early that morning, just as it had each day he had been in the Swazi village.

Dawn would be breaking in a few minutes, and the first rooster’s crowing had just died off, its waking call being echoed in the by others in the distance. Mark swung out of his bed and stood on the rough sisal mat that covered most of the hardened mud flooring of his hut, enjoying the feeling as the cords bite comfortably into his feet. He stretched and yawned, making his way out of the hut out into the courtyard.

Faint pink tendrils of the coming sun were beginning to mark the distant horizon, and he took in a deep breath, watching the mist that swirled around the craggy mountaintops around him.

This was exactly what he needed, coming out of the disaster that was his life in New York. He shook his head as familiar tensions started to flood his mind with just the thought of New York and he walked out into yard.

He was rich beyond his imagination and yet the fact there were others who were richer consumed his every waking moment. He could probably fuck every woman he wanted to, and had actually slept with many, and yet he was unsatisfied. There didn’t seem to be an end to this chase.

And now here, in the remotest part of Swaziland, he had come to find salvation. He was still skeptical but as he looked around the yard, and felt the beauty of the place soak into him, he realized that a lot of the tension had evaporated.

Even in the daytime, he had some privacy in this yard – a chest high, closely thatched bamboo fence kept out prying eyes. But now, at dawn, he had complete privacy and had taken advantage of it every morning the past week. He was nude, the cold air raising goose bumps on his skin, but he enjoyed every minute of his early morning ritual. By the time he got to the fence in the far corner, he was massaging his tumescent cock and slowly moving down to gently squeeze his testicles. What a feeling, he Bornova travesti grinned, a sort of return to an bestial state.

As far away from the trappings of modern society as he could get.

He stood with his legs apart and urinated into a bush that line that area of the fence, a strong and powerful stream that was steaming in the cold. The pleasure was exquisite and he threw his head back and grunted, clenching his buttocks as he did so. He had discovered this base pleasure some days ago and then had continued to indulge in it ever since.

Suddenly, he stiffened and he cut off his peeing in mid stream. He was sure he heard something. Or someone.

“Hey, don’t stop now,” he heard a woman’s voice, South African accented lilt.

“Ah crap,” he said, looking around and then saw her leaning against fence, peering in from the other side. Red hair, he could just make out but not much else, “I didn’t know anyone had moved in.”

She laughed, a low chuckle.

“Came in late last night, but seriously – don’t stop on my account,” she said, looking unabashedly at him, at his body. She stood on tiptoe revealing the tops of bare breasts,”See, I am dressed for the occasion as well…”

He made some sort of noise, embarrassed out of his senses, and walked back into his hut quickly, urine burning in his cock. “Fucking hell,” he muttered in confusion, “What the heck was that about?”

Behind him, he thought he heard her chuckle again and shame overcame him.

But his cock had hardened to a thick pole by the time he fell into bed, and he started to stroke it. He thought of the woman, her laugh, her breasts … and her lack of inhibition, his cock hardening even further and he gasped at the pleasure he felt as his hand traveled its length, squeezing the soft curves of the shaft and the bulge of his cock head. A spurt of pre-cum moved through his cock, burning him with pleasure and he welcomed it as it spurted out gently through the slit. Buca travesti With another gasp, he licked it, enjoying the musk and salty taste, as he kept stroking.

With a gasp, he drew his legs up and raised his head, looking and enjoyed watching his hand working the thick pole. Pleasure started to gather at the cock head and with a groan he laid his head back on the pillow, his stroking becoming faster. He could see her eyes and her lips, imagining her under him as he fucked her…

With a long drawn groan, he came, cum shooting out in stringy, white globs, landing warmly on his stomach, and dripping wetly down his shaft and on his pubic hair. He continued to squeeze his cock, eking out more semen and pleasure. Breathing hard, he lay down and closed his eyes.

“Hey, boss, you hit the jackpot again,” Tsotsi’s chirping voice cut through the warm slumber a couple of hours later.

“Ah, bugger off, man,” Mark groaned, “And I would clean up if you would just come in a more decent hour.”

Tsotsi grinned at him, a tall handsome lad, bare chested even in this cold weather. He had, just like everyone else in the camp, a brief covering over his loin, barely hiding his long cock, “You know I don’t mind cleaning you up, boss. And the deal is that you get up at the right time for the day.”

With a warm, wet cloth, he gently wiped down Mark’s body. He delicately held up his flaccid cock and then cleaned the crotch area, and Mark held back a groan. The first time Tsotsi, his personal butler here, had cleaned him intimately this way, Mark had fought back with vigor fearing some sort of rape. But then he had got used to the touch, almost looking forward to it. Tsotsi was professional, but was obviously not averse to it, squeezing his cock or massaging his testicles often.

Mark lay back and relaxed under his ministrations, enjoying the feel of the fingers on him. He grinned as he thought of his buddies in New York, a world away. If they ever Konak travesti found out that what he was allowing, they would completely freak out. Well, that was the point. He needed a complete break from that world.

“What you smiling at, Mark? You like the touch?” Tsotsi grinned and stroked Mark’s cock.

“Hey, hey, buddy, enough of that,” Mark swung off the bed. He could not help noticing that Tsotsi was somewhat aroused.

“You know who moved next door?” he asked as he fastened his own loin cloth.

“She woke you up?” Tsotsi said as he put down the breakfast on the low table, “She came in late last night, a woman from Cape Town. You know, South Africa. Jennifer. Her third year here.”

“Third year?” Mark pulled up short and looked at the young Swazi with suspicion, “You all have been saying one stay cures all. She had to come here three times?”

“Relax, Mark,” Tsotsi barely looked up from the dishes, “She comes back because she loves it here. Like a homecoming thing.”

Mark was silent for a bit, wanting to believe him. This whole trip was really an escape for him even if the ultimate goal of a complete destressing would be good. Two months of this would relax him but even he did not think he would be completely stress free when he went back to the States. Making the $10 million dollar bonus had left a deep scar that could not possibly be healed.

“We’ll be back in the fields today, Mark…”

“Damn! This is me working for you – and paying to do so as well!” there was an edge of truth to Mark’s complaint. They had been in the fields for a couple of days now, with a hoe, tilling the land slowly. The men and the women, working long hours. They had been patient with him, teaching him what was obviously basic to them, and now he had got into the rhythm. And the aches and pains were now subsiding and giving way to some toning.

But he was getting tired of the same routine. The women, young ones with beautiful breasts and older ones that looked like they would be a great fuck, would flirt with him but nothing more. The sexual tension was great but without relief in the horizon.

“Patience, boss,” this time, the young Swazi looked up, “Tonight, we shall start the other part of your healing.”

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Nancy stared dreamily at the young man sitting at her kitchen table. He really was a lovely specimen. He looked so cute as he concentrated on the math problems, and she took the opportunity to admire his body. She loved the fact that he was comfortable enough as her neighbour not to worry about what he wore. He’d come over in a pair of loose-fitting running shorts and a singlet that left his well-shaped arms bare for her viewing pleasure. Add his tousled blonde hair, blue eyes and rigid jaw line to the look and he was perfection indeed.

“I think I’ve got it,” Brad said, interrupting her musings and dragging her eyes back from the beautiful curve of his bicep.

“Let me have a look,” Nancy replied.

Brad slid the book across the table so that his tutor could check his work. Nancy could feel his eyes on her as she reviewed the math. She kept herself in shape doing yoga and running and had caught him surveying her ass in her yoga pants a few times when they’d crossed paths in the street. It was flattering and after all, what was the point of wearing them if men didn’t look? She may have been as old as his mother, but she was pleased that she could still turn his head.

Nancy had heard some of the school-boy whispers about town about her. Men her own age and even some of the school-aged boys had been known to discuss what she might be like in bed; comments about her fiery red-hair and whether that meant she would be wild or not. If nothing else it meant that there were plenty of requests for her to tutor young students around town. It supplemented her teaching income nicely when she could fit it in to her schedule.

Nancy knew that Brad preferred to sit so that she had her back to the window. She was aware that it created a nice silhouette, showing the shape of her bra-clad breasts through her light button down shirt. She had noted that the last time they’d sat that way he’d become aroused as a result, but she was tutoring him and decided that she shouldn’t distract him like that.

She knew he needed to pay attention. If he couldn’t lift his math grade he might not get the football scholarship he was counting on for college. Hopefully removing the distraction would allow him to concentrate enough to do so.

“Almost perfect,” Nancy told him. She moved closer, sliding the book between them so that she could point out where he had gone wrong. She was conscious of the proximity of their bodies, and imagined she could almost feel the warmth radiating from him.

Brad glanced across as she spoke. His eyes flicked down. She was suddenly conscious of her button down shirt’s v-neck and as she leaned forward over the table, felt it fall away from her chest. It gave him a glimpse down her top. She knew was only wearing a plain white bra, but apparently just getting to see down her top was enough to distract him.

“Do you see what you should have done here?” she asked, blushing a little as she tried to redirect his attention.

“I do. Damn, I really thought that I had that one. Let me have a go at another. I reckon that I can get it this time.”

Nancy glanced at the kitchen clock. Time was up, but given he was actually asking for more she decided she didn’t mind. She outlined the next problem, and sat back. As she watched him again, her mind drifted places it shouldn’t have. Her nipples tightened in response and she blushed again. She was glad that Brad was absorbed enough in the problem not to glance her way.

She admonished herself silently. She should be professional. She was a teacher for goodness sake. He wasn’t the first hot student she’d had. She argued with herself as she told herself he was the first one she’d had in her kitchen. He was an adult. He wasn’t her student; he went to a different school. This was just a favour for her neighbour, Jan and besides, she was just looking. It was his fault too! The last time she’d helped him he’d stood up at the end of the session with a rather noticeable boner in his pants. He’d tried to cover himself, but it was right at eye-level. She hadn’t meant to look; but it couldn’t be unseen.

It wasn’t like she hadn’t noticed him looking either. She’d just been trying to ignore it. She’d been on ‘hot-teacher’ lists before and she knew the sorts of things teen aged boys like to fantasise about doing to their teachers. It came with the territory. She should be able to handle it.

“How’s that?” Brad asked. She was pleased that he was almost confident in asking. Normally he asked with trepidation like he had no idea if he was going to be right or wrong.

She took her time going over it and finally announced happily that he’d nailed it. He broke out in a massive grin.

‘God he’s sexy when he smiles,’ she thought.

“Awesome!” Brad said. “So, wow, I actually got it. Like I understand and know what I did even. I didn’t fluke it!”

Nancy grinned at his enthusiasm.

“So like when can I see you next? Um you know for math help?”

Nancy smiled. “I can help you Sunday afternoon if you’d like?”

“Sure Esat travesti that would be awesome.”

Nancy laughed at his frequent use of the word awesome. There didn’t seem to be much in Brad’s life that wasn’t awesome (well, maybe his math grade).

“See you Sunday Mrs. Wirth.”

“See you then Brad.” She watched him go. ‘Now that is a grade A butt,’ she thought as she admired him walking away down the path. With a sigh, she cleaned up the kitchen and started to prepare her dinner, lamenting the fact that she was, again, cooking for one. She refused to dwell on the husband that had abandoned her, choosing instead to think about how she might help Brad. He really seemed to be turning a corner.

~~~~~~~

Brad knocked on the door, keen to see what Mrs. Wirth would be wearing. It was a stinking hot day and he hoped it meant she wasn’t wearing too much. When the door was pulled wide, he was pleased to see her in a light summery skirt and blouse. It was so light it was almost see-through and he could make out the outline of her bra beneath.

“Hi Mrs. Wirth,” he grinned, trying hard not to get caught looking where he shouldn’t.

“Hello Brad, come on in. I’m afraid the air-conditioning isn’t working so it might be a little uncomfortable. If it is we can always go to your place so that you can concentrate.”

“Nah that’s fine, my sister has a couple of friends over. It’s chaos over there.”

“Well, ok then. I’m sure an hour together won’t kill us.”

“I’ve suffered worse, that’s for sure,” Brad laughed.

“Would you like some water?”

“Sure, that would be great. Thanks.” Brad looked at the two seats where they normally sat. He wondered which one he should take. As Mrs. Wirth filled a jug and fetched glasses, he decided to take the one that would put her between him and the window again.

He saw her hesitate as she turned to sit. Apparently he’d sat where she’d intended. They quickly set about going through the math. Half an hour in Brad found his attention wandering. He was starting to spend more time looking at Mrs. Wirth and less time at the books. Productivity was way down.

“Is it too hot Brad? You seem distracted.”

Brad blushed.

‘Shit I’ve been busted.’ Brad thought. In the last 10 minutes, the sun had moved enough that he was being presented with a lovely silhouette. It was very distracting. He couldn’t help himself and kept peeking as if to inscribe the image on his retinae. “No, its ok, it’s hot, but well, I’ll focus.”

He watched as Nancy stood up to fetch more water. The back of her blouse was stuck to her skin with perspiration and she shook it to get some airflow. He saw her fiddle with her top and his imagination flared before she turned and came back to the table. He tried not to look, not wanting to get busted again, but her chest was like a magnet for his eyes. He couldn’t help himself. Try as he might he couldn’t completely focus on the math. His mind kept spinning off into a fantasy where she, the lonely divorcee wanted him, the hunk next door to fill a gap in her life.

~~~~~~~

Nancy was having a moral dilemma of her own as she watched Brad watching her.

‘Why is it a moral problem?’ she thought. ‘Because you want him,’ her conscience told her. It was like a slap in the face; admitting she wanted this young stud. She wanted to do a lot more than tutor him. She knew he kept looking. She wondered if his interest would extend beyond stolen glances.

She tackled the problem from a different angle. ‘What if I use what I have to help him?’

She thought she had a solution. She fiddled with the button on her blouse, doing up the one that she’d released earlier. As expected, the motion of her hand drew his eye. He stared. She watched his face. He was clearly disappointed.

“How’s that problem going Brad?”

“I’m stuck,” he admitted.

“I think you just aren’t concentrating enough. I think I can help you though.”

She slid the book closer to her and ran through the concepts again. She was entirely too aware of the fact that he was peeking down her blouse whenever he could. If she hadn’t done up that last button he’d probably be seeing everything.

“Ok, I think I get it,” he said when she’d finished explaining.

“Good, well here’s your incentive. There are five questions here. For every one that you get right, I’m going to undo one of these buttons.”

“What? No! I mean, what the hell? What do you mean Mrs. Wirth?”

Brad, I know you’ve been looking at my tits all day. I know that’s what’s distracting you. So I’m prepared to try and help you focus. If you can find that focus I know you’ll get this work. So that’s the challenge. One problem correct, one button undone.”

Brad didn’t know what to say. Nancy could see the confusion on his face.

“It’s ok Brad. You can say yes.”

“Um, yes?” he said tentatively, blushing as he did so.

“Ok, here you go. We’ve got 20 minutes left. The more you get right, the quicker you finish them, Kızılay travesti the longer you get to enjoy the reward you earn.

She watched as Brad grabbed his book and started to read the questions, clearly struggling to find his focus. Maybe she’d over-loaded his brain.

“Focus, Brad,” she said quietly, seeing the emotions on his face. Brad took a deep breath and looked at his book again.

“Done,” he declared 10 minutes later. Nancy took the book from him and surveyed his results. He had three correct. Nancy took a breath herself as she slowly released three buttons, one at a time.

“Three? Only three?” Brad lamented when it was clear that she wasn’t going to undo any more.

“Yep, Three,” Nancy told him. She pushed the book between them and leaned in to explain where he’d gone wrong. She gave him a moment to drag his eyes away from her exposure and then showed him. She was surprised just how much it turned her on to know he was looking.

By the time that she’d explained what he’d got wrong time was up. Brad wasn’t game enough to ask for more problems.

“See you next time Brad. We’ll see if we can’t work on that focus,” Nancy said as she showed him out the door.

“Um yeah, thanks Mrs. Wirth!” Brad said, dropping his eyes to her blouse. She hadn’t done up the buttons.

Nancy went straight to the bedroom, scarcely believing that she’d been so brazen. She thought it might have been the heat affecting her. She was horny as hell. Quickly rummaging in her nightstand, she pulled out her vibrator, not bothering to undress other than to tear off her panties. She lay on the bed and pressed the toy to her pussy. Several minutes later, imagining Brad looming over her, his gorgeous arms tense as he held himself and thrust his cock into her, an intense orgasm coursed through her quivering body. It was only after she came that she felt a bit guilty about it. Rather than dwell on it, she dismissed it and buried the guilt.

~~~~~~~

Brad threw his book into the corner of his room. He tuned out the sound of his sister and her friends as his hand drifted to his crotch. His cock rapidly hardened as he remembered the clear view he’d had of his older neighbour’s bra-clad breasts. How he wished she hadn’t been wearing that bra. He wondered how big she was. They were at least a C. He imagined reaching in and cupping one with his hand. He discarded his shorts and boxers and grabbed hold of his erection, pumping it as he imagined Mrs. Wirth in her underwear. He wondered how many buttons there were. Could he have had her top off completely?

He grabbed some hand lotion that he’d stolen from his sister and squirted it onto his cock. He slid his closed fist down his erect shaft and moaned at the sensation. He imagined he thrust his cock into Mrs. Wirth’s pussy as he worked his hand up and down his cock.

As his orgasm approached he bucked his hips as he thrust at his fist. He savoured the moment and thought back to the view down his neigbour’s top. He pictured himself knelt over the top of her, cock aimed at her chest. His orgasm threatened and he quickly grabbed some tissues from the box beside his bed and held them to the head of his cock as he came hard. He captured the cum in the tissues before flopping back on the bed. His mind spun.

~~~~~~~

“Come in Brad,” Nancy said happily after answering his knock on the door.

“Thanks.”

“I’ve been looking forward to helping you again,” Nancy said. She’d been wondering what to do after their last session, whether to keep going down the path she’d started, or whether to just put it down to the heat and a bit of craziness. She hadn’t really known what she would do until she saw him walking up the drive.

“So have I,” Brad grinned, hoping the way she phrased it meant what he thought it did.

They set themselves up at the table.

Nancy felt his eyes flirting with the buttons of her blouse and blushed as she realised he must be counting them.

“So what do you think Brad. Did we help you find focus last time?”

“Um yeah, we really did, but I think … well I think I could do even better with practice.” he said

“Let’s test that theory shall we?” Nancy grinned. “Same offer as last time. For every question you get right, I release a button.” She handed him five questions.

She watched him attack the problems with a grin. They were the same five questions. When he finished, he handed the book back to Nancy to check. She smiled at him and passed the book back, her fingers manipulating the first button. When she had the third one undone, she hesitated. Brad looked worried.

“I’m impressed Brad, you obviously paid attention,” she said, releasing a further two buttons. Brad grinned. She could see him struggling not to be too obvious in looking at her breasts.

“It’s ok, Brad, you’re allowed to look,” Nancy said. “That’s the whole point isn’t it?”

He took a longer look. She was wearing a bright pink bra. She’d spent time in the mirror and knew that Alsancak travesti her blouse would be parted enough that he could see about half of each cup.

“Now, here’s the hard part. You have to learn while I sit like this.” She started to explain the concepts behind the next lot of problems, taking her time, knowing that he was likely to struggle when she gave him a set of problems after explaining. He got them all wrong.

Brad swore. Nancy was concerned. He should have done better than that.

“I think I know what’s wrong, Brad. I think it’s too much to ask you to learn while I sit like this. I think we need to separate reward from effort.” Nancy did up the buttons. “Now, pay attention and we’ll go through it again.”

Again after explaining she handed him the problems. She went to make a cup of tea while he went through them.

“Done, Mrs. Wirth,” he announced 10 minutes later.

She sat back down at the table and reviewed his work. She pushed the book back. Four out of five.

“Not bad Brad, not bad at all.” She started to undo buttons, counting as she went.

“Five for the first lot. Six … Seven …” the blouse was completely undone. “Oh my, no more buttons but two questions right. Let’s see, I think if I just take the blouse off that’s good enough for two questions, don’t you?”

Brad just nodded as Mrs. Wirth took her blouse off and hung it over the back of one of the other chairs. She felt his eyes boring into her, transfixed. She sat as casually as she could, as if she did this sort of thing all the time.

“I guess this could make teaching the next bit a bit tricky though so I’ll have to put it back on again.”

“Damn,” Brad muttered.

“Don’t worry. I’m sure you’ll work really really hard to see how many more you can get right Brad. He grinned in response.

They started the cycle again. Nancy went through the theory and concepts, reviewing the next section with him. When she’d finished, she gave him another five problems. She looked at the clock. Time would be up before he was done.

When he handed them back she said, “I tell you what Brad, I think my bra is worth five questions, don’t you? If they’re all right, I’ll take it off.”

Brad adjusted his pants, nodding. Nancy went through the problem set. He got four correct.

“Shit!” Brad said when she told him.

“Well, it gives you something to work towards. Go over this stuff for next time Brad.”

As he packed up his stuff she took her blouse off again. Brad’s eyes widened. Clearly he’d thought it was all over.

“You did get four right, that’s worth something,” she grinned at him. She stood before him in her bra and skirt, clearly pondering what reward she would give him. Her gaze kept dropping to his crotch, enjoying the sight of his hard bulge. Coming to a decision, she quickly flipped up her skirt to flash her black panties at him, loving the shock on his face when she did. Brad picked up the last of his stuff, mumbling thanks, glancing back just before the door closed, amazed that she’d said goodbye to him without her blouse on.

Nancy and Brad both retreated to their bedrooms to achieve similar ends.

~~~~~~~

“Nancy, hi!” Jan called out across the car park of the local shops.

“Hi Jan, how are you?” Nancy asked.

“Great thanks. Hey I have to thank you for helping Brad out. I don’t know how you’ve done it, but for the first time ever he really appears to have an interest in getting his math right. If he keeps up like this he should even make the grades that will get him the scholarship.”

“Its no trouble Jan. It’s been fun helping him.”

The two friends chatted for a while before heading their separate ways. Nancy laughed as she wondered what Jan would say if she knew why Brad was so inspired.

~~~~~~~

“So Brad, do you think you can do it this time?” Nancy asked. She was sitting at the table with him in a pair of yoga pants and her bra.

“I sure as hell hope so.”

Nancy laughed, taking his book from him. As she finished, she looked back with concern in her eyes. She saw his face fall and broke out laughing.

“I’m sorry Brad I shouldn’t tease you. You got them all right!” His face lit up in shock at the news. His eyes went straight to her chest.

“I guess I can forgive you,” he said.

Nancy stood up and moved in front of him, hands reaching behind her back. She released the clasp of her bra and then caught it before the cups fell away. She teased him for a few moments before finally lowering them away, loving the look of lust that followed.

She watched Brad stare, taking in the sight of her large, round, heavy looking breasts. Her skin was milky-white and the nipples a very pale pink. She watched him study them, noting the adjustment he made to his pants. Her nipples hardened in response.

“Wow,” he eventually said.

“Glad you like them.”

“They’re awesome.”

Nancy laughed.

“Think you can manage some more math?”

“I dunno, I might have trouble focusing on anything ever again.” Nancy picked up her bra and hung it over the back of a chair. She took her blouse from the chair and put it back on. She saw Brad swallow hard as he watched.

“Just knowing you’re sitting like that … is still distracting,” he laughed.

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“Stan? Honey. I need you to come down.”

Dustan Mactore sat still on the stone ledge on the roof of his thirteen story apartment building watching the traffic pass by below.

Everything looked so small from so high up, and his flat green eyes surveyed the tiny cars without really seeing them.

“Please, baby. You’re scaring me. Please come down.”

He hadn’t made the conscious decision to do it. His feet had carried him up the staircase as he’d walked in from work, and when he’d reached his floor, he’d just kept on going.

He’d followed them all the way up until he reached the roof, and then he’d pushed the heavy metal door open.

His feet had carried him to the edge, and peering down, he had stared at the concrete sidewalk that lie two hundred and forty feet below for what seemed like an endless amount of time before he had silently crawled onto the ledge, and taken a seat.

His hands pressed flat on the granite beside him, and he had leaned forward as his eyes focused on a single spot below him. The spot he would land if he decided to jump.

He stayed in that position for a good ten minutes before his wife found him, and began pleading with him to come down from his precarious spot atop the stone.

There were tears in her eyes as she sobbed his name again. “Please don’t do this. It will get better. You just have to give it time.”

The wind sifted lightly through his dark hair as a pedestrian passed below, and a small smile lifted his lips as he watched them cross past his landing area.

“I can’t do this anymore,” he said softly. Closing his eyes, he grimaced as pain shot through him. “Just let me do it,” he whispered. “Let me do it, Em.”

Her voice broke as another sob escaped her. “You can’t, Stan. I need you here. I need you to live.”

His green eyes were tortured as they gazed up at the darkening sky. “I don’t want to be here anymore. It hurts too much. I’m dead inside,” he choked.

Taking a cautious step forward, Emily reached out her hand to touch her husband’s back, but dropped it at the last moment in fear. “Do it for me,” she begged in a whisper. “Do it because you love me.”

Dustan turned his head to look at her with red rimmed eyes. The anguish upon his face was apparent. Digging his fingers into the stone, his knuckles whitened as he tried to control the trembling of his mouth.

“Nothing helps,” he gasped in a barely audible tone. “Everyday just gets worse and worse. Let me do this,” he pleaded.

His wife’s blue eyes widened as her thoughts raced, and scrambled for a life line. Anything she could possibly think of to sway him. When she looked back at him her eyes were fierce.

“You’re stronger than you think. You are. You don’t have to do this if you’re willing to fight. You have to fight, Stan. You did it for me when we met. Now, I need you to do it for yourself.”

“I can’t,” he whispered. “Not anymore. I can’t do it.”

“Please,” she begged. “If you love me, you’ll come down from that ledge.”

*****

It was the beginning of the second semester in his first year as a teacher’s aide. He had been astonished that the university had hired him so quickly, but deep down he knew that his uncle’s influence as the director of the board had been a large contributing factor in acquiring the heavily coveted position.

It wasn’t exactly how he had wished to begin his chosen profession, but he wasn’t about to look a gift horse in the mouth. He was right where he wanted to be, and if his uncle had nudged him along in the process, he was perfectly fine with it.

This was his calling in life. More than anything else in the world, he wanted to teach.

His day began with three classes in the afternoon, a study hall in the university library, and then a final class before his day ended. He was working with his long time mentor, Professor Hollenbeck, and was beyond thrilled to have this opportunity.

It was during the second to last period of the day that his mentor took his dinner break, so Dustan had been assigned to the library to watch over the students in his absence.

His time there over the past week had been quiet, and uneventful, with little to do other than to direct the few students who approached him to a particular row of shelves to find the research they were looking for.

Beyond those few interruptions, he spent the majority of his time sitting at a desk, and had taken to bringing books of his own to keep himself occupied.

He was in the middle of reading The Woman In White by Wilkie Collins, and had become completely engrossed in the plot when he saw her for the very first time.

He just happened to glance up the moment she stepped into the library, and Dustan’s world fell away as he watched her cross the room.

As if she had stepped from the pages of his book, she was a vision in white. She was petite, and slender with large blue eyes, and a halo of golden hair that reached her shoulders.

Her white summer dress had little golden Çankaya travesti flowers etched into it, and the matching white cardigan she wore over it was slightly too large for her small frame. It made her hands practically disappear inside of the sleeves as she hiked her books in her arms to grasp a firmer hold on them.

He watched as she walked towards a table not far from the desk he sat at, and set them down before taking a seat so that she was facing him. Pulling the top book from the stack before her, she set it on the wooden table top, and opened the cover to flip through the first few pages.

He was still thoroughly gawking at her when she happened to lift her head, and caught his eyes upon her.

Dropping his gaze quickly, Dustan peered down at his book as his heart accelerated rapidly. After a moment, he chanced another look at her, and sighed in relief when he saw that she had returned to her reading. It gave him ample opportunity to study her.

She was so delicate that she almost appeared fragile. Her skin was pale, and smooth, and her coloring gave her the look of an angel. For a moment he wondered to himself if she was even real, but then she lifted her head once more, and he looked into her large, blue eyes.

It caused his breath to halt in his chest as he was struck by the beauty of them. They were like two giant, clear pools that dominated her small face, and he was completely entranced by them as she looked at him questioningly. Turning her head to glance about the room, her gaze met his once more as he continued to stare.

Once he finally realized what it was that he was doing, he lowered his eyes to the desk top, and lifted his book as he made every effort not to blush.

When she left her seat, and approached him, Dustan swallowed hard before raising his head to meet her gaze.

Her brows knitted as she looked at him making his apprehension increase. “Are you a teacher here?” she asked softly.

Dustan had to clear his throat before he was able to speak. “Yes. Is there something I can do for you?”

Her frown increased as she looked him over. “You seem awfully young to be a teacher,” she told him.

Dustan faltered as he lowered his book to the table. “I’m a teaching assistant,” he admitted. “I’m working towards my certification.”

“Do you know anything about philosophy?” she asked curiously.

His green eyes widened in surprise before he nodded. “Some. Did you need help with something?”

Her blue eyes became hesitant as she bit her lip. “I’m supposed to write an essay that explores my favorite philosopher’s ideas, but I don’t really have one, and have never taken an interest before. I’m not entirely sure where to start.”

Dustan’s face lit up with a smile. “There’s a lot to choose from. You could go back as far as Aristotle and Plato, or you could stick to more modern philologists such as Friedrich Nietzsche. I guess it all depends on who’s viewpoints you can relate to.”

She seemed at a complete loss. “Most of them seem to talk circles around themselves without ever really getting to a point. It seems like most of philosophy is just throwing out ideas that aren’t really ideas. They’re questions to things that people have trouble accepting the answers to.”

Dustan nodded in agreement, before frowning. “Maybe in order to find the right one, you should think about what your own philosophy in life is, and then try to find one that is like minded in their position.”

His response made her smile as she tilted her head. “That’s actually not that bad of an idea,” she answered. “I’m going to do that.”

Dustan was stunned as he looked up at her. When she smiled it lit up her face so that she became absolutely radiant. He had never seen anything so beautiful in his life.

He felt like he was in a daze as he responded. “I’m glad I could help. Anything that you need you can feel free to come to me. I’m here everyday.”

“I really appreciate that,” she said softly. “What’s your name?”

“It’s Dustan.” Closing his eyes, he shook his head. “I mean, Mr. Mactore.” Sighing, a self deprecating smile passed over his lips. Then he looked up at her sheepishly. “Dustan Mactore,” he finally settled on.

She seemed amused by his indecision. “My name is Emily Woodsen. Thank you for your help, Dustan Mactore.” With another small smile, she turned way from him, and headed back towards her table.

Once she was seated again, Dustan exhaled slowly. The encounter had filled him with so much nervous energy, and elation that he felt like his entire frame was vibrating with it. He found that he was having trouble looking away from her now that their interaction had come to an end.

He had to keep pretending that he was reading the book in front of him, but after twenty minutes he realized that he hadn’t absorbed a single word, and that he was still on the same page he had been on when he started.

When that thought sunk in, he lowered the book to the table once more, and Dikmen travesti closed it. His eyes were immediately drawn back to the girl. Her arm was bent, and her elbow rested upon the table as she leaned her head on the top of her hand.

Her eyes were downcast on the book in front of her, and she was completely unaware that he had returned to the rude crime of pointedly staring.

He just couldn’t help himself. She was too lovely for him to look away, and his green eyes feasted on her as if he were starving, and she was his sustenance.

When she lifted her head, and caught him at it again, he physically blanched before forcing his eyes to peer elsewhere in the room. He did it covertly, but when he looked back her eyes were still upon him. He finally blushed as he met her large, blue eyes.

They gazed at one another for a long moment before Dustan finally forced himself to look down. Tapping the edge of the desk with his finger, his mind raced with the impropriety of where his thoughts had taken him. When she left her table to approach his desk once more, Dustan had to struggle to keep breathing normally.

“I think I’ve figured out what my philosophy is,” she told him.

Glancing up at her, he lifted his brows in surprise. “Oh yeah?”

She nodded. Her blue eyes traveled about the room for a moment before returning to him. “I don’t think that people should automatically accept everything that they are told. Just because society says something should be a certain way, or that people have to think a certain way, that they should. I don’t agree with that at all,” she said quietly.

Dustan’s mouth parted slightly as he looked at her. It took him a moment to clear his head enough to respond. “Non conformity would be an interesting topic,” he said in encouragement. “You might like Ayn Rand. She fought the basic principle that art is not art simply because an artist claims it to be. She was also against conformity in her own way.”

Emily’s smile made another appearance as she beamed at him. “I’m an art major. That’s kind of perfect,” she replied.

Dustan nodded quickly as he ran his shaky hands down the front of his thighs. “We might have a few things in the philosophy section of the library. Why don’t we go check it out?” he offered.

Rising from his chair, he stepped around his desk, and turned to walk the length of the room. As she trailed behind him, he passed more than a dozen shelves before he finally reached the one he was looking for, and turned down it’s aisle until he reached the middle of it.

As his eyes trailed over the titles that were placed there, Emily joined him in the small confines of the stacks, and stood patiently waiting as he perused the many different books that were before them.

When he finally found what he was looking for, he reached out to pluck at the binding of a thick, hardcover book, and pulled it from it’s resting spot. Turning to her with it in his hand, he met her eyes.

For a moment he couldn’t help himself, and stared. He felt trapped in the deep blue of her eyes. They made him feel as if he were standing in quick sand, and that he was slowly sinking.

He couldn’t break away. He was still holding the book aloft when he finally spoke. “This should be good,” he said in a daze.

She didn’t respond, or attempt to reach for the book. She stayed still where she was in front of him, and held eye contact as he looked down at her.

He knew that what he was doing was inappropriate, and the thought rushed into his fevered mind as he finally looked away. Focusing on a spot behind her shoulder, he frowned, and cleared his throat.

“I’m sorry,” he said quietly. Holding the book out to her, he waited for her to take it.

“What are you sorry for?” she whispered.

Dustan’s green eyes darted back and forth furiously as he wracked his mind for a response. When nothing came to him, he lifted his panicked gaze to hers. “I’m just sorry,” he said thickly.

Dropping the book, it fell to the floor with a thud. In the same moment, he reached out quickly to cup her face in his hands as he leaned down to press his mouth to hers.

His eyes closed as he pushed against her lips feverishly with his own. Just as quickly as he had lunged towards her, he pulled away.

His eyes were wide as he looked down at her, and his breath escaped him raggedly as he waited for her to say something. The harsh words of protest he was expecting never left her lips.

She only looked back at him as stunned as he himself felt. When another ten seconds of silence passed between them, he reached for her again.

When their lips met this time, Dustan pressed his open until hers parted beneath his. When his tongue came out to lightly touch against hers, he felt her hands reach up to splay against his back, and a soft sound of pleasure escaped his throat as she pulled him closer to her.

He lost all sense of decency in that moment as he pushed her up against the shelf, and pressed Eryaman travesti his body into hers. It made the entire stack wobble on it’s feet, and Dustan broke away to look up at it as his eyes widened.

When it slowed it’s swaying, and stilled once more, he gazed down at her as a soft laugh escaped him. Returning his smile, she closed her eyes when his head descended again.

His fingers slipped into her hair while his thumb brushed along her cheek. Her soft lips parted beneath his again, and Dustan deepened the kiss so that he was stroking into her mouth in a slow, leisurely exploration.

It was hot, wet, and turned him on more than anything else ever had. He had to fight the desire to take it further as she eagerly reciprocated by kissing him back.

When he finally pulled back he looked deeply into her blue eyes as he held her face in his hands. “I don’t want to stop, but we can’t do this here,” he whispered.

Belying his own words, he leaned in to take her mouth again. His self control was barely existent, and after another thirty seconds he forced himself to pull away. His forehead dropped to hers as he exhaled harshly. “There has to be another place that I can see you.”

“Won’t you get into trouble?” she asked breathlessly.

He shook his head. “I don’t care.” Pressing his lips to hers again, he groaned as she opened to him. He couldn’t get enough of her, and he wanted more.

“Tell me where,” he gasped as he pulled back. “I don’t want this to end.”

*****

“How can you say something like that? You know I love you, Emily. I’ve always loved you. It didn’t stop you from leaving me though, did it?” he growled.

Emily bit her lip as she choked back tears. “I didn’t do it to hurt you,” she cried. “Are you doing this to hurt me?”

Turning his head, he looked at her in astonishment. “Of course not,” he snapped.

“I’m just done. There’s nothing left for me here. Every single God damn day of my life I wake up, and wish that I hadn’t. I go through the motions in every single thing that I do, and I can’t find a single moment of joy. It physically fucking hurts to be alive. I. Can’t. Take. It. Anymore.”

His eyes swelled as tears trickled down his face. Pressing his lips together hard, he fought the desire to break completely apart.

“Do you have any idea what this is like? You’re never here. You have no idea what I’ve been going through. You have no idea how hard this is!”

Emily gasped at the pain that shot through her as she witnessed her husband finally giving up. She knew that she was responsible for his suffering, and she had no idea what she could possibly do to ease it.

“Stan. The police are here,” she said as she wiped her face. “I can hear the sirens. I want you to talk to them when they come up here.”

“There’s no point,” he said stonily. “I’ve made up my mind.”

“Promise me that you’ll talk to them,” she pleaded.

Turning his head, he looked into her beautiful blue eyes. “Why are you doing this to me?” he whispered.

“I’m doing this because I love you,” she gasped.

“No!” Dustan yelled. “You left! You fucking left me! You wouldn’t have fucking left me if you loved me!” Dropping his face into his hands, Dustan let out a strangled sob as his entire body shook. He rocked back, and forth as he fell apart.

“I’m sorry!” Emily cried. “I never should have left! Don’t punish me for it by doing this now. I couldn’t bear it.”

Stepping towards him, she willed him to look at her. When he continued to rock in place her voice became stern. “I’m here now, and I’m begging you not to do this. I’m begging you because I love you, and I don’t want you to die. If you do this, I’ll never be able to live with myself for the rest of my existence.”

When he still wouldn’t look at her, she gentled her tone. “Please. Just talk to the police. They can get you the help you need. Promise me you’ll talk to them.”

Dustan kept his head low as he wiped one of his eyes. Finally, he nodded without turning to look at her. “If that’s what you want,” he said flatly.

“It is,” she said adamantly. “Just wait. They’ll be here soon.”

*****

“We can’t do this anymore.”

Dustan’s eyes widened as he looked at her. He had just dismissed his third class of the day. Emily had left her seat in the fourth row balcony, and had slowly descended the steps to approach him.

He was watching the doorway to ensure that the last student had departed so that he could turn to kiss her when she had spoken the words.

His brows furrowed as he looked at her. “What are you talking about?” he inquired apprehensively.

“This. Us. We can’t do this anymore,” she repeated.

Shaking his head, he reached down to place his hands on her hips before steering her over to his desk. Pushing her back so that she was perched on the end of it, he placed his palms on the desk top beside her thighs, and gazed into her stricken blue eyes.

“Talk to me. What’s going on?” he demanded.

Emily clasped her hands on top of her lap, and fidgeted slightly as she lowered her gaze. She had trouble meeting his eyes as she spoke. “You’re not a teacher’s assistant anymore, Stan,” she said quietly.

He nodded in agreement. “What does that have to do with anything?”

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Barry caught two more rides that day, almost reaching the Alabama-Tennessee border by nightfall. He found a small roadside motel and checked in for the night. He was pleased with his progress as well as the fuck he had had that afternoon. He was pretty tired and decided to turn in early so he could get an early start in the morning.

The next morning, Barry caught a ride north, into Tennessee. He was walking along a state highway, admiring the beautiful horse farms along the way. This was horse country and there were white, split railing fences for miles. Every so often he would see someone riding in the large acreage farms. He hadn’t realized how long Tennessee was. He had been in the state all day.

Around mid-afternoon, Barry was starting to tire, catching just a few short rides but walking a good bit. Fortunately, the sky had been overcast and not too hot. As he walked along the fence, a young woman riding a large quarter horse rode up to him, bringing the horse to a slow trot. She and Barry began talking, about the horse, his trip, the countryside. Barry found out that her name was Carla and that she lived on the farm she was riding. He told her that he was going to San Francisco to start a new job in a few weeks. Carla was wearing tight, riding pants and a top that did little to hide her ample breasts.

Suddenly, a loud clap of thunder sounded and it began to rain hard. Barry looked around for a place to get under, when Carla called to him to climb over the fence and for him to get onto the horse. Barry mounted the horse, sitting behind Carla. She told him to hold onto her waist and they rode off. Instead of going to the house, Carla rode to a little cabin in the corner of the property. They were both soaked with the rain as they ran into the cabin, laughing. Once inside, Barry could see the effect the rain had on Carla’s clothes. Her top clung to her body, accentuating her breasts, while the wetness glistened on her ass. He felt himself becoming hard looking at her.

“Why don’t you start a fire, Barry?” Carla said. “I have some other clothes here I can change into. Why don’t you get out of those wet things, too?” Carla smiled as she walked into another room. Barry looked around for a place to change, but didn’t see any place else. He took off his shirt, shoes and sock, leaving on his pants.

Suddenly a pair of sweat pants came flying out of the other room. “Here, put these on,” Carla said. Barry stripped off the rest of his clothes, slipping into the loose pants, noticing that his hard cock tented them.

Carla walked out wearing a black baby doll. “I thought I had some other clothes here, I hope you don’t mind, Barry,” Carla said coyly. Looking at Barry’s cock, she answered her own question, “Obviously you don’t mind.”

Barry felt a little embarrassed until she walked over to him, turning her back to him. Carla rubbed her ass against his cock, feeling the hardness pressing against her cheeks.

Barry wrapped his arms around her, cupping her large breasts. Carla moaned as he toyed with her nipples, rolling them between his fingers. She rubbed herself harder against him, loving the feel of his cock on her ass. Barry squeezed her tits, feeling the soft flesh of her globes in his fingers.

“Ooooohhhhh gggdddddd,” Carla moaned, grinding her firm ass against Barry’s hard cock. “You feel so Osmanbey travesti hard.” Carla grabbed one of Barry’s hands, pushing it down her belly to her wet pussy. Barry’s fingers slid over the silky baby doll, past the hem, onto her bare thigh. She pulled his hand back up, catching the moist area between her legs. “Ooohhhh fffuuuucckkkkk,” Carla groaned when Barry pulled her panties to the side, plunging a finger into her. Her hips began bucking against his finger, feeling bolts of electricity shooting through her body.

Barry bit on the back of her neck, sucking her soft skin, his finger plunging in and out of her tight pussy. He picked the woman up and sat her on the bed. Carla bit her lower lip as Barry pulled her straps off her shoulders, exposing her firm tits.

“Suck my tits, Barry, please!!” Carla pleaded. Barry attacked her tits, his tongue circling her hard nipples. He took her nipples into his mouth, biting them as he squeezed her large firm breasts. Her tits had always been very sensitive for some reason. She could almost make herself cum by just playing with them herself. Barry was bringing her to a quick climax, his hands groping her tits, his mouth sucking and biting her hard nipples.

“Ooohhhhh gggdddddd, Barry,” she screamed, her body shuddering, flooding her pussy with her juices. She held his head tight to her chest, his face buried in her luscious tits. She closed her eyes, feeling her warm juices flowing inside her.

Barry slid to his knees, pushing the hem of her baby doll up. Carla looked down at him, smiling, wanting to feel his tongue on her cunt. Barry grabbed her ass, pulling her wet cunt hard to his mouth, his tongue lapping at her cum.

Barry drove his face between her legs, pressing his mouth hard against her pussy. Carla grabbed his head, pulling him harder into her, moaning and screaming as her body shook and trembled from his wonderful tongue. Carla fell back onto the bed, grabbing at her tits, her hips bucking against his mouth. She felt her body become alive as Barry sucked and ate her wet cunt. Barry spread her lips, sucking on her swollen clit, tasting her juices.

“Ooohhhh gggdddd, Barry… I’m cumming again!!!” Carla screamed, pulling his head hard between her legs. Her hips bounced up and down on the bed, thrashing from the massive orgasm overwhelming her body. “Ooohhh gggdddd, YES!!!” she screamed, arching her back. Her cum flooded Barry’s mouth. He lapped as hard as he could, sucking on her lips and thighs. Carla came again and again, soaking her lover’s face and the bed with her cum.

Carla’s heart was beating hard against her chest. Barry licked all he could, sliding up her body, his hands smearing her body with her warm juices. Her cunt was on fire, aching for more, even though she had just had one of her hardest climaxes. She kissed Barry, tasting her cum on his lips and tongue. Carla slid her hand down his bare chest, grasping his hard, thick cock. Barry moaned with pleasure as she stroked his cock through his pants. She felt it grow harder and thicker to her touch, exciting her even more. Carla loved sucking a hard cock and she wanted Barry’s very badly. She fell onto the floor, pulling his pants down with her. His cock sprung out, hitting Carla’s cheek. She slowly stroked the thick shaft, looking at its shape and structure. Carla Ayrancı travesti licked her lips, eager to take his cock deep into her waiting mouth. Barry looked down at her beautiful face, her mouth opened. Carla dropped her head down, engulfing his thick cock all at once, sending wave after wave of excitement through Barry’s body. She bobbed her head back and forth, squeezing her lips tight around his throbbing cock. She loved the feel of the thick head rubbing against the inside of her cheeks.

Barry thrust his hips back and forth, fucking her hot mouth, filling it with his cock. Carla moaned as she sucked hard, tasting the ooze of his pre-cum. She reached down to her wet cunt, fingering herself. She felt another orgasm building inside her. Carla plunged her fingers deep inside her cunt, fucking herself hard as her head bobbed back and forth on Barry’s delicious cock. She felt his cock throbbing, beating against her throat. She rubbed her clit hard and fast, bringing herself to the edge.

“Cum on me, cum in my mouth!!” she moaned, wanting to taste his seed. Barry grabbed her head, thrusting his hips, fucking her mouth.

“Ooohhhhh gggdddd, I’m cumming,” he cried, his body tensing, then filling her mouth with his hot cum. Carla gulped all she could, swallowing his juices, then letting the rest splatter over her face and tits.

Barry squeezed his cock, draining it of his cum, watching it fall onto Carla’s face and body. Carla scooped some into her fingers, rubbing the hot goo over her hard nipples, feeling the heat deep within her. Carla licked and sucked Barry clean, savoring the taste of his cum. Barry could barely stand, his knees weak from the wonderful sucking he had just had. Carla looked up at him, smiling. She loved sucking cock and knew that she was good at it. She pulled the blanket off the bed, laying it on the floor near the fire. Barry and Carla cuddled on the blanket, their hands exploring each other’s bodies, listening to the crackling of the fire and the sound of the rain on the tin roof. They lay in each other’s arms, talking softly, caressing and kissing between sentences.

Barry looked out the window, noticing that the rain was not letting up and that it was beginning to get dark. “Why don’t you just stay here the night, Barry?” Carla smiled. “Besides, your clothes are still wet.” Barry really had no other choice, plus he was hoping she would ask him to stay. He smiled and thanked her. After a while, Carla got up and called her house, telling her parents that she was going to stay at the cabin because of the rain. Barry smiled when he heard her say that she had plenty to do there.

There was some food in the refrigerator and Carla make a nice meal out of whatever she could find. After watching some TV, they decided to go to bed. Carla wanted to feel Barry’s cock inside her, and Barry wanted to fuck her just as badly. Barry pushed her onto the bed. Carla looked back, smiling at him as he walked up to her, rubbing the thick head of his cock over her ass. While cuddling on the floor, Carla had already made him hard again with her fingers, gently stroking his long shaft. Now she was about to get fucked by this stranger’s hard cock. She wiggled her ass against him, feeling the head pressing between her cheeks.

“Fuck me Barry, please, fuck me hard!!” Carla moaned. Barry Cebeci travesti rubbed the head over her lips, then pressed his cock into her tight cunt. “Oooooohhhhhhhh gggddddd’,” she moaned, pressing back against him. Barry grabbed her ass, pulling her hard against him, driving his hard cock deep into her. Carla groaned with glee as he thrust again and again, plunging his thick cock deeper and deeper into her cunt. Barry moaned as Carla squeezed her cunt around his thrusting cock, adding to the friction. His hips slammed against her ass, pounding her hard.

Carla felt his cock stabbing deep into her, the head rubbing against her cervix. Barry fucked her hard, slamming his thighs against her ass, pounding hard into her tight cunt. Carla moaned and groaned, her cunt gripping his cock, trying to hold him inside her. Her fingers clutched at the sheets, her head being driven into the bed from his fierce pounding. She felt her body trembling, shuddering from his thrusts. His fingers gripped her ass, squeezing her cheeks. She felt a rush of pain, coupled with a rush of pleasure racing through her body.

Barry fell onto the bed on his back, pulling Carla with him. She sat on his lap, riding his thick, hard cock. She rode him hard, rocking her hips back and forth, feeling his cock filling her cunt.

“Ooohhhhh Barry, fuck me hard!!!” she screamed, rocking her hips on his lap. She could feel his hard cock rubbing against her clit as he thrust his hips, plunging the thick shaft deep into her quivering cunt. She felt his cock throbbing, growing harder and thicker inside her, stretching her walls. She felt his cock filling her, rubbing against her walls. She rubbed her clit as his cock slid in and out of her tight cunt, adding to the pleasure. Barry groped her tits, squeezing her soft flesh in his fingers. Carla squealed with pleasure, rocking her hips faster and faster, fucking his hard, thick cock. Barry pulled at her nipples, sending bolts of electricity throughout her trembling body.

“Ooohhh gggdddd, Carla,” Barry cried, his hips thrusting up into her, filling her tight cunt with his cock. Carla leaned forward, supporting herself on his knees, her ass rising and falling as she impaled herself on his hard pole. She felt him plunging deep into her cunt, bringing her to another climax.

Carla screamed, her hips pounding up and down on Barry’s cock as she came for the last time, her cunt flooded with her hot cum. She squeezed his cock with her muscles, holding him deep inside her. The sudden heat of her cum on his cock was too much… Barry came hard, his cock jerking and throbbing in her cunt. His cum slammed deep into her, filling her with his hot juices. Their fluids mixed in her tunnel, oozing out around his cock. She fell back onto his chest, his hands groping at her tits. She felt his heart beating on her back, his fingers pulling at her sensitive nipples. Carla felt her heart beating rapidly on her chest as she tried to catch her breath. Barry rubbed Carla’s quivering cunt gently, smearing their cum over her lips and belly.

“Oh, Barry, that was wonderful,” Carla said softly. Barry continued caressing her body, wanting to feel every part of her. Barry kissed the back of her neck, his hands sliding gently over her trembling body. She turned around, lying on top of him, her breasts pressed against his chest. His hands slid softly over her back, down to her firm ass. Shortly, they drifted off to sleep.

The next morning, they awoke, making love again. Carla made him a quick breakfast then off he went, not sure which way was best to go, but just heading in the general direction.

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I directed a grimace towards the bench press. Who was I kidding? After months of nearly killing myself working out three times a week, I was still the beanpole that I had always been, “More beef on a crutch,” my grandmother had always said in exasperation as I had been growing up. Up and up, but not out.

Why had allowed my friend Matt, a star rugby player since our schooldays, to persuade me to join our local gym? I didn’t really fit in with his musclebound friends. In a further moment of weakness, I had even let him convince me to take place in a weight lifting competition for charity. Apparently I needed a goal to work towards.

I hadn’t made my regular training session, so I had gone to the gym alone, knowing that I needed to do all the work I could if I wasn’t going to make a fool of myself at the competition. Now I was there, though, and without Matt to cajole me, I was having motivation problems.

“Come on, Sam,” I said to myself, “at least I’m getting good exercise.”

Lying on my back, I hoisted the barbell into the air. Unfortunately, I’d managed to get the weight wrong. I almost instantly realised that I was in trouble as I brought the bar down to my chest. Desperately I struggled to heft the iron off of my body, but the more I struggled, the weaker I felt.

The first rule about bench pressing is to never to try and do it on your own, and at that very Şişli travesti moment I was discovering why. Just as I was beginning to get desperate, a second pair of hands materialised and helped me lift the weight. I gulped air as I sat up.

I struggled to my feet to thank my saviour. To my utter horror, I was standing face to face with a woman.

“Idiot!” she growled, fixing me with a fearsome glare, “don’t you know enough to use a spotter? If you want to lift alone, use a machine.” She turned on her heel and strode away.

I was mortified, wishing that the ground would open up and swallow me, wanting to crawl quietly out of the room. For some reason, though, I swallowed my embarrassment and chased after her. I put my hand on her shoulder as I caught her up, noticing the well toned firmness of her body even through my chagrin.

I stuttered an apology, acknowledged my foolishness and thanked her again for rescuing me. She gave him a quick once over before flashing a spectacular smile at me. “I’m sorry for snapping at you,” she said, “I’ve just seen people get hurt before. Are you new at this?”

I explained that I normally had other people to do organise things so I didn’t really understand the equipment as well as I thought I had. “I know,” she said with a friendly grin, “why don’t we work together. I’ll keep you out of trouble.”

I’d have Taksim travesti jumped at that offer from anyone at that moment. And now that I’d had a good look at my rescuer, I wasn’t going to pass up any opportunity to get to know her. She was tall and lithe, with a firm, well defined body with naturally pale, creamy skin. She wasn’t especially pretty, with plain features framed by shoulder length black hair, but her eyes were an unusual shade of violet, almost lilac and that smile was a real heart-stopper.

She introduced herself as Louise and we chatted as we exercised. She had always been the sporty type, she told me, and worked out to relax. She laughed when I told her that my presence here was a result of a cross between duty and craziness.

I enjoyed listening to her laugh. I really enjoyed watching her body as she worked, her high breasts were quite large, but proportionate to her tall body. She had to be pushing six feet. She was maybe a little too thin, with narrow hips, and a small waist. I normally go for curvy women but I thought Louise was gorgeous.

And she could tell that I was smitten, flirting with her eyes and flashing that smile. I nearly fell over myself saying yes when she asked me to go for a soft drink with her. She told me she was going to shower and get changed and that I should do the same and meet her then.

She was talking Gümüşsuyu travesti on her mobile phone when I caught up with her a little later, wearing jogging pants and a tight top which clung to her body, displaying her breasts. She smiled at me and apologised. She would have to rush off to meet a friend.

My disappointment was so great that it must have showed on my face and in my voice as I asked her if we could meet sometime. A wicked look crossed her features. She took my hand and guided me towards the men’s bathroom.

She led me to a cubicle and locked the door behind her. “What are you doing?” I asked, a little desperately. I’ve always been a bit strait-laced.

“Sweetie, do as I tell you and I’ll definitely see you again!” She pushed down her jogging pants, she wore nothing underneath, and then pushed me to my knees. Taking my head in her hands she pushed my face into her naked pussy. She gasped in excitement as my tongue lapped at her.

Now, strait-laced I may be but I’ve always loved licking pussy, and the one thing all my old girlfriends agree on is that I’m good at it. My hands grasped at her ass and pulling her towards me as I savoured her taste. I slid my tongue up and down and inside her cleft. God it tasted good!

I found her clitoris and worked it over relentlessly, looking up to see a look of ecstasy on her face. Her breathing grew faster, punctuated by small sighs and groans. Her fingers tightened in my hair and her body jerked as she came.

I stood, She was biting her lip and her eyes were wide. Then she broke into that smile again.

“What’s your number?”

Apparently I’d passed the test.

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You let me in and as you go to sit on the couch, you hear me lock the door and then join you. You are wearing a blouse and skirt with a bra and panties, thinking I wasn’t going to show up, but there I am. We sit very close together on the right side of the couch like we always do and cuddle while talking. Already you can feel my hardness against your thigh and know that no matter what we agreed to, we are going to make love. As we talk, our faces get closer until finally we begin to kiss, passionately and very heavy. My hard cock is pushing more into you and neither of us can stand the fact that clothes are separating us.

We stop for just a moment as I lift your blouse over your head and proceed to unclasp your bra to relase your huge tits. At the same time, you untie my shorts and slide your head underneath, grasping at my hardon and pulling it out into the open. We look at one another as we now have our toys out to play with. You stroke my long, hard thick cock and enjoy watching as the pre-cum collects at the head and lubricates it for you. You look down at your chest and see my hand caressing your heavy boob, teasing at the nipple to get harder than they usually are. We moan together at the wonderful feeling we are getting.

I then stand up, my cock is right at your face level. You take your large breasts and wrap them around it, allowing me Cihangir travesti to tittie fuck you. As you hold them up, my hands come down to help you and together, we hold hands and ensure my huge cock stays in the warmth of your mountains. Suddenly, you release them and grab my cock, guiding it into your mouth. You suck on it and take all my pre-cum over your tongue. My hands run through your hair and I try not to push my hips much, but you are so good at sucking on me that I can’t help but explode. My cum shoots from my cock and you swallow as much as you can as it squirts 8 times.

A heavy sigh comes from me and look up, licking your lips. You then stand with me and we kiss passionately, my tongue explores your mouth. My hands take hold of your skirt and I pull them off, followed by your panties. Then, I playfully push you back into the couch and I strip off my shorts and underwear. I kneel between your spread legs and you sit on the edge of the couch, then lean back. You then feel my hot tongue licking at your hot wet pussy. It runs up and down, licking at the lips and teasing the hole before it centres on your aching clit. You feel a finger pushing into your pussy hole and you close your eyes and I eat you and finger fuck you. Soon a second and finally a third finger gets inside you. Then, my lips wrap around your hard clit and Fındıkzade travesti I begin to suck on it like you did to my cock and my fingers curl upwards inside you and begins to tickle your g-spot. A rushing wave comes over you and you suddenly release all your pent up frustrations…your body shivers and shakes as your pussy spurts your cum all over me.

As you calm down, I take you hand and help you up to walk to your bedroom. You know the moment we go through the doorway that we will become one again. You lay back on the bed and I lay beside you. We kiss some more as I know you love how I do that to you as we embrace one another. You can feel that my cock is back to being hard again. We rub one another’s asses and you pull me up on you, your legs spread open and feel my cock rubbing around your public hair and along your slit. Our bodies continue to move and rub as we kiss harder and with more passion. The head of my cock starts to rub over your clit, making you all the more hotter. Our juices begin to mix and you can’t stand it much longer. You whisper for me to put it in and you reach over for a condom. You were thinking that you should have one handy just in case. Then my hand touches your arm and stops you.

You look up at me and see something different in my eyes. My other hand strokes at my cock and teases your Fulya travesti pussy again. Then you feel it, my cock entering your pussy unprotected. For the first time, you feel my bare, hard, thick, young cock burying itself inside your hot, wet, mature, tight pussy. You drop the condom and grasp me, drawing me on top of you as we kiss more passionately than before. You wrap your legs around my thighs and push your pelvis up into mine. We begin to create a syncronized rhythm together and you feel every inch of my cock driving in and out of you. I reach for your left breast and begin to suck on the nipple, not letting it go for anything as I fuck you more and more, enjoying the taste of your leaking breast. You hold it for me, almost like you were breast feeding me while my cock spreads your pussy open with each thrust.

I get up and you get on your hands and knees. You feel my cock once more pushing into you, this time from behind and going even deeper than before. You came from being in the missionary, but this just makes you want to cum over and over. After experiencing so much, you fall down on your stomach and I begin to pile drive into you from behind more. You suddenly realize I am getting worked up to orgasm and before you can ask, my cock plunges as far into your pussy as it can and begins to shoot more cum, this time swimming up inside your pussy. After over 10 shurts, I pull out.

We lay side by side, you can’t believe what just happened. We cuddle and soon you sleep. When you wake up, you find that I had left, but a note was folded up where I was. I thank you for that sweet moment and I say I will see you soon.

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This is a some-what true story written for my favorite lover. He wrote the first portion just for me and this is for him. Enjoy!

As I lay contently on my bed, I begin to devise the scheme of fair play. What new tricks did I know that could send you over the edge, like you had to me? I rolled over and relaxed on your chest and I instinctively ran my hands around on your chest and down to your boxers to see how hard you were. The smile on your face from my touch and your deliciously hard cock, made not wanting you to cum in my mouth seem impossible. Giving you a slightly mischievous look, I straddle your lap and kiss you intensely, letting the passion build between us.

I know that my pussy is still wet from the pleasure you gave to me, you can feel it spreading to your boxers. My mouth leaves yours and trails to your neck, giving a few kisses and nibbles to both sides and a few quick nibbles to the earlobes. I kiss your lips again and start to edge slowly my body down. I kiss down Halkalı travesti your chest and your hand finds its way into my hair and holds on to it.

When I get to your boxers, I peel them away to revel your glorious cock that I desperately want to ride, but instead, my desire to tease you and taste you in my mouth, is stronger. I lick my lips in anticipation and bend down to take you in my mouth. The sharp intake of air from you lets me know that I’m on to something good. I swirl my tongue around, enjoying every minute because we both know that I love sucking on you. I shift a bit more and replace my mouth with my hands. I glance back up at you, I like knowing you’re watching me. I left the shaft from balls to head and all over thoroughly coating you in my saliva and just to make sure you’re slick enough, I add a bit of my lube just to make sure we both get hotter.

I kneel between your thighs and put both my hands and my mouth on your cock and start to move them Levent travesti around. For your added pleasure each time I bring my hands to my mouth, I let them run over the head and back down, something that it turns out you enjoyed very much. Occasionally I glance up at you but I know you aren’t looking at me. You’re eyes are closed, focusing on the intense amount of pleasure I am giving you. Several times, I’ve thoughts of replacing my hands and my mouth with my still dripping pussy…. A quick check reveals that I am hot and very wet for you. The idea of you bending me over the edge of my bed and fucking me hard from behind makes me want you even more. I steal a quick drink of cool water and take you back in my mouth.

You make a quick noise at the sudden change in temperature, I look back up at you, cock still in mouth and gesture with my eyes that there is still water in my mouth, giving me extra lubrication to play with. You groan and now I’m ready for you to cum. Şirinevler travesti You’ve reached down to play with my nipples, something with I want, but I move your hands, this is your time.

I move my hands and my mouth rapidly up and down the length of your cock; I know it won’t be much longer now. You groan and your breathing changes, you’re getting ready to cum, I move everything faster and even reach down between my legs to give your balls a light squeeze and then I move my hand to my pussy and give my clit a quick rubdown. I moan with your cock in my mouth and your hand grips the back of my head urging me on.

You mutter something that sounds like “I’mgonnacum…I’m cumming….” and your semi sweet and tiny bit salty cum fills my mouth and I quickly swallow the first batch. I move my hand off your cock and just use my mouth to suck out the rest. I let a bit of your cum linger in my mouth. I like the taste of you. I swallow that down as well with a smile and gingerly clean up what little I might’ve missed. You can’t make a full sentence, just words and noises. I know I’ve done well. Hopefully, I didn’t wear you out too much. I take another drink of my water to re-hydrate myself and stretch out next to you. I’m still horny and I want you to fuck me.

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