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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Oh no: not that.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

—

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

—

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

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

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

“Hi.”

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

“My name’s Rebecca. I’m new here.”

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

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

“Mind if I join you?”

“My pleasure.”

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

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

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

“Yeah: I’d like that.”

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

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

“Won’t you come in for a last drink?”

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

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

“Not Beylikdüzü travesti tonight though.”

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

“Won’t you strip for me?”

He paused, shocked.

“You know?”

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

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

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

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

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

Some moments later he had recovered his breath.

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

She smiled knowingly.

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

Martin blushed slightly.

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

“Sorry.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I can’t. I know her.”

“So? What difference does that make?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Hi Martin. Nice to see you again.”

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

“Hello Mrs. Fisher.”

“Call me Annie.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

So she had seen him.

Her mouth closed on his cock and began to suck.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Hi. You want one?”

“No thanks.”

“So how long have you been doing this?”

“The job? Not long.”

“Your mother know about it?”

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

“Why should I?”

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

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

“You know about that?”

Of course she knew about it.

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

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

He blushed again.

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

“Well – you’re looking extremely good.”

“You enjoyed yourself too.”

“Yes thanks.”

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

“What do you mean?”

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

“Dead right.”

“She doesn’t have to find out…”

“If?”

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

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

“You want me to make love to you?”

“Yeah. You have your own apartment?”

“Yes.”

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

“I have a girlfriend.”

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

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

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

—

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

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

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

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The young girl knew she was the cause of my erection and was doing her best to enjoy it. Flaunting a half-naked tit at me. Coming out with remarks with a double meaning, one of course very suggestive. Touching my face and chest with slow, dragging fingertips. Brushing a casual hand over my crotch when no one was looking. And now the music had started with me caught in a corner between her, a wall, and the sofa.

The music was one of those tunes that start slow and turn into a heavy beat like that one from the movie Flashdance that exercise classes like to use. She exploited the long, slow introduction to mash her crotch against me, holding me in place by the hips and grinding slowly. When the tempo picked up, she changed her stance and her movement; with wide hips she banged her pelvis to mine again and again. If we hadn’t been sort of fully dressed, we could have been fucking. I couldn’t push her away. The only escape seemed to be an inelegant fall and dive over the back of the sofa. I quite seriously considered it.

But let’s go back to the beginning of sorts. It was a Thursday evening party, Jenny’s birthday party in fact. She turned twenty three and one of the girls with whom she shared the rent on a small house, her best friend Amy, had arranged this surprise party. Nothing fancy or formal; both girls were working and between steady fellows at the time. The guest list consisted basically of their common friends, fellow employees, and a number of single, unattached males who could be conscripted on the promise of free booze and a chance to get lucky. I was one of them; I’d gone out with Amy for a short time. Loretta, the third girl who shared the house, was away visiting family.

The party was good but not great. Most people knew some of the others at least casually. The surprise thing came off well. Booze and beer and wine flowed; people mingled and talked; finger food was passed around.

I had offered my best wishes to the birthday girl, chatted with Amy, of course, and swapped lies with a guy I’d gone to school with. He tried to impress me with his sales ideas but I wasn’t buying. I removed myself from his space.

Some sort of music had been playing in the back ground but someone changed it to dance tunes. And that was when the girl cornered me.

To be polite about it, she didn’t seem to fit. This bunch was pretty straight forward, employed, in their early to mid twenties. She looked much younger. I watched her slink towards me like a jungle cat. Short black hair with a wide cobalt blue streak. Thick- soled Doc Martin calf-high boots. Pale naked legs and arms. A skirt that almost covered her ass with the side slit turned to the front to show brief flashes of underwear that matched the color in her hair.

The T-shirt she wore might have been white once. It was now covered by splashes of paint, esoteric symbols and inscriptions, probable food and bodily fluid stains. More than prominent was a tear from the right shoulder to just about the hem in the middle. Whenever it flapped it exposed what lay beneath. A well-formed right breast, of course. And no brassiere.

I don’t know how long she’d been there before she approached me, nor do I have any idea why she picked me. Her eyes seemed to stay locked to mine; her breast and undies flashed blatantly as she drew nearer. As I turned away from my unsuspecting schoolmate, she slid into the space that opened.

“You’re Matt.” It was not a question. I nodded.

“I’m a friend of Amy’s, I know Jenny through her, she invited me to the birthday party.”

The face before me sort of sneered. “Mickey. Jen’s sister.”

I took her at her word; I didn’t know Jenny well enough to be acquainted with her family. So, she has a younger sister. So, the sister seems to have a rebellious streak. And for some unknown reason, she’s here at this party. Probably uninvited.

She stepped into me, much closer than polite and somewhat uncomfortable, to tell the truth. I’m not the most outgoing guy but girls don’t usually scare me. This one almost did.

She hooked her left hand into the belt at my waist; no, the belt and waistband of my trousers. I could feel her fingers against the skin of my abdomen. What seemed to be a cunning grin played around the corners of her mouth. Calculating eyes remained fixed on mine as she seemed to make some sort of appraisal.

Uneasily I cleared my throat. “Hello, Mickey. Pleasure to meet you,” I lied.

She shrugged, didn’t take her eyes off my face. The movement exposed her breast, lovely and pale and round. My glance immediately dropped down, caught not only by that near perfection but also the gleam of a shiny miniature barbell that pierced the thick dark nipple. Her eyes remained focused on my face, saw the way my tongue licked at my lips in a nervous gesture. Her free hand slowly pulled the fabric back over the exposed breast, then slowly came up to touch my face.

“Like it?”

I couldn’t tell if she meant the breast or the piercing. Erenköy travesti I didn’t answer. She grinned at my evident embarrassment, then brazenly added to it.

“If you were the only finger in this room …” she tapped the middle finger of her hand against my nose, ” who would you want to be stuck up?”

“Go on. You’re much to young to …”

“Eighteen years and eighteen weeks. And an award-winning mouth.” She puckered up and made a kissy sound in front of my face, followed that with a nasty chuckle.

I tried to step away from her and realized just how cornered I was. She curved her body from her knees to her breasts against me, hot contact at chest, belly, groin.

“If you’re willing, I’m available.” She twisted slightly and again that breast was exposed. This time we both looked at it, the pale roundness, the hardness of that erect nipple, the gleam of its chrome piercing. This time she made no move to cover herself.

“Let’s go somewhere and fuck.”

That’s when someone turned up the CD player and the Flashdance tune started. Both her hands grabbed my belt and the waistband of my trousers. I could feel her knuckles digging into my skin as she ground her pelvis slowly and forcefully against me. My genitalia reacted as could be expected. Then that forceful thumping beat began and her movement changed. No longer the round swirling motion; instead, a harsh physical banging together.

If we hadn’t been clothed, we would have been fucking our brains out in the corner of the room.

We did not go unnoticed.

My mind was so intent on escaping or alleviating this uninvited involvement that I could not say exactly what happened or how it happened. The space in front of me exploded into a whirling mass of noise and body parts. One moment later this instant storm had swiftly moved into the nearby bathroom. I could make out two female voices hurling insults and epithets and bodies stumbling or being pushed around in a confined space.

I looked at the other people in the room with me. They weren’t paying attention to what was happening in the bathroom; they were all watching me as if I was the prime mover of this drama.

Sheepishly I held out my hands and shrugged my shoulders. As discreetly as possible I edged out of the room, into the kitchen.

Epithets and occasional thuds still emanated from the bathroom. “Sleazy slut” and “two- faced whore” seemed to dominate the loud dispute.

Amy, our hostess, joined me in the kitchen and offered a reassuring touch.

“Sorry about that, Matt. I understand the family has been having some problems with Michelle. We didn’t expect her here; she never indicated any interest. We’ll just let Jenny take care of it, OK?” She wrapped me in a comforting hug, and for a moment I thought of the closeness we never did have together.

We stood there pretending to make conversation, but both of us were intent on the developments in the bathroom as we could hear and interpret them. The voices subsided to an occasional murmur. No one from the front of the house came back to the kitchen. I made drinks for both Amy and myself. Slowly things turned back to near normal. The two sisters vacated the bathroom. Amy led me back to the living room where the party continued, although slightly muted. Michelle (or Mickey as she had introduced herself to me) slouched on a corner of the sofa; most of the others tried to avoid her. Jenny, as the birthday girl, tried to be cheerful but her sister continued to glower at her.

Jenny seemed to be paying more attention to me than would be usual. I thought that she was either staking her claim to me in face of the competition or she was protecting me from the devious schemes her sister might have concocted, always within arm’s length.

She got the chance to get me alone in the kitchen and apologized for her sister’s behavior. She had called home, learned that her father had thrown Michelle out of the house again, promised her mother to look after her sister for a day or so, until her father’s temper cooled.

“I’ll do my best to keep her out of your hair, Matt.” Neither of us needed to mention that it was my pants she wanted to get into, not my hair.

I spent the rest of the evening with Jenny. Dancing with Jenny when she wanted to dance. Hanging on Jenny’s arm when she was chatting with others. Helping Jenny bring food out of the kitchen, provide drinks for the guests who requested them. Only once, as far as I remember, was I out of her sight. She did not take me into the bathroom with her.

Those two minutes were an eye opener. No sooner had Mickey realized her sister was absent than she was on her feet and moving toward me, smiling. She softly took me by the arm.

“Don’t believe everything my sister might say about me. You know there’s always another side to every story. No matter what she says, I wouldn’t do anything to harm you. I like you.”

She stayed away from direct contact, just gazing into my eyes Beşiktaş travesti and never glancing away. She touched me, her fingers running along my wrist, my fingers, the palm of my hand. It was so suggestively erotic, I shivered.

Suddenly Mickey slipped back to her previous perch and the temperature in the room seemed to turn cooler. Jenny was back and had seen.

The party began to break up soon after that. I was beside Jenny as she wished people goodnight and offered her thanks. I made noises to leave also but Jenny would hear none of it. During a pause in the departures, she approached her sister and they talked, keeping their voices down. Jenny returned and we bade the last few goodnight.

“You’re not going home, you’re staying,” she told me. “Here. With me. Tonight. Michelle is staying in Loretta’s room. You’re sleeping with me.”

Now I could see no good reason why I shouldn’t go. I’d had a few drinks but not enough to impair. I tried to protest.

Jenny would have none of it. She glared at me, with a slight nod in Mickey’s direction. I got the idea. She was afraid that if I left, her sister would find a way to leave and corner me if for no other reason than to get back at Jenny. Thus the invitation to her bed, I suppose. I hadn’t expected anything to come from this evening anyway.

I spent time in the kitchen, helping Amy clean up. We were quiet enough to hear Jenny forcefully explain the arrangements with her sister, but not the words used. I can only imagine.

“He’s mine. He’s in my bed tonight. You had better settle in Loretta’s room and stay there. Keep your fucking hands off Matt. And try to keep your dirty mind off him, too.” At least words to that effect. With some sort of threat, real or implied.

When that deal had been settled to her satisfaction, she came into the kitchen to direct me. I could sense the cold anger tight under her outward appearance.

“Use the bathroom while it’s free. The flowered towel is for guests. Sorry we have nothing you can sleep in, nothing suitable that fits. I’ll be with you when I can.”

Somehow, it didn’t sound promising. I felt that my chances to get laid had just plummeted from a certainty to less than one in twenty. I got ready and crawled into her bed. I considered keeping my underwear on, but didn’t. I did leave the bedside lamp on.

The ten or more minutes I waited for her didn’t do one little thing to ease the turmoil in my mind. I seemed to be caught in a power struggle between the two sisters.

* * *

When she did come in, she was wearing a thick terry-cloth robe with nothing visible underneath it, but before taking it off and before she slid in between the sheets, she turned out the lamp. Her emotional turmoil and her tenseness formed a cold impenetrable wall between us. Any glimmer of hope that might be cause for an erection died almost instantly.

I lay on my back and tried to relax. With my eyes closed, palms flat on the mattress, I breathed slowly and evenly, willing all turmoil to leave my mind and body. I seemed to be succeeding until I felt the bed tremble with little shakes. She was sobbing silently.

I reached out a hand toward her. It came to rest on her hip, below the elbow held snug against her waist. All that did was prove she wasn’t wearing a nightgown of any sort. Or panties.

“Don’t touch me,” she hissed.

In the dark I turned onto my side facing her. There was probably a foot and a half of space between us, like spoons in separate compartments in the same drawer. I took my hand away and began to stroke her gently along the back of her neck and on her shoulder, barely touching her.

“Stop it. I said don’t touch me.”

“Sometimes we need to be touched, like a lonely kitten needs to be petted, like a child needs to be hugged. It expresses concern and care much more than any words can,” I murmured.

I continued to run my fingertips over the muscles and tendons knotted in her neck and shoulder, a gesture that was neither massage nor caress. I felt her breathing become just a little more even. We continued like that for long minutes.

I didn’t expect it. She shifted suddenly and wound up snuggled on her side against me, her head on my shoulder, shoulder in my armpit, her body solid against my side. Her small breasts pressed against my ribcage; her upper leg fell between mine. My cock began to rise.

Again I began to stroke her neck and shoulder with the thumb and ball on one hand but she shook her head in the dark.

“Keep your hands to yourself. Let me do this.”

Once more she made a sudden shift and ended with her body covering mine.

She pulled the twisted sheets off our bodies and pushed them to the floor with her feet. She slid her hands under my shoulders. Her breasts snuggled between our ribs. Her thighs, knees, and feet rested to the outside of mine. Her pelvis trapped my tumescent cock between our bellies. Her head was raised over mine; in the dark I could not Avcılar travesti see her face.

“Matt. I am going to fuck you. I need to fuck you.”

With her face against the side of mine and our chests still pressed together, she shifted onto her knees. The move freed my cock to grow to even greater stiffness. Her lips found mine. Her tongue forced its way between my lips, then backed away.

“Just let me do it all, O. K? Just me.”

Her right hand snaked down below our waists and grabbed my hard cock. She slowly slid it along the outside of her labia, in the creases between her pussy and her thighs. Then she spread her legs wider and brought it back along the inside. I could feel the softness of the inner lips and the moisture she was beginning to secrete. She pushed the head of my cock against her still-hooded clitoris, shivered for a moment, then aimed and pushed herself down over my cock. It entered smoothly, as if coming home. We both released breath we hadn’t realized we were holding.

“Ah,” she said. “Mmmmm. Don’t move.”

I felt her insides contract around me, release and contract again. For an instant I was reminded of milking machines on my grandfather’s farm when I was a kid and wondered if there were special muscles to use, to develop to manage this. I tried to wrap my arms around her and hold her close. She pushed her body off mine, held herself almost horizontal, parallel to me. Her hands were planted firm on the mattress at my shoulders; her knees were spread wider than my hips. The only place, the only way we were connected was through my cock and her pussy. She hunched her hips up and down in a steady manner, as if working toward an end.

I reached for her arms, to run my hands up to her chest to hold and fondle her breasts. She stopped all movement.

“Stop. I don’t want you to touch me while I fuck you.”

I realized that this was her show, that she was doing this while keeping any emotion under strict control, denying any intimacy to the act. I could either lie back and try to remain as clinically uninvolved as she was or turn this into a mass of anger, spite, hatred and overblown emotion with which neither one of us was prepared to deal. So, I sacrificed what little pride I retained for her welfare.

With only minimal contact, we fucked. Or, rather, she fucked me. I lay there rigid with my arms spread and my legs together tight. She was poised over me on four points, hands and knees. The only motion, unseen in the dark room, was the ever quickening hunching of her pussy on the tip of my cock.

I heard her gasp, then felt the ring of the entrance to her vagina tighten around my cock. Most of it remained outside her immediate grasp but it felt as if the head was being twisted and tickled by a hundred little fingers. She whimpered as the quivering became a fierce and almost violent pulsing that seemed to rack her whole body. I couldn’t see what was happening and automatically I reached to enfold her, to pull her closer into me.

Wrong idea. I think she cursed. I know she rolled frantically off the bed. I do not know if the blow she sent my way was aimed nor whether, if so, it was aimed at my head or my cock. An unseen but vicious karate chop caught me in the solar plexus. I lost my breath, any concern for her, all interest in sex for the time being.

When I got myself together I was alone and still in the dark in a silent house. I felt around to gather up the bed clothes, tried to ignore the brick of pain in my gut, and yearned for sleep. It finally came.

* * *

I almost didn’t believe the way I woke the next morning. A solemn Jenny was sitting on the side of the bed, primly covered in a voluminous terry cloth robe. I don’t know what time it was; light was streaming through the window so I quickly closed my eyes again. I smelled coffee and breakfast.

“Do you have to be anywhere early this morning, Matt? If you want to get up and have breakfast, I’ll drive you to work or whatever.”

I’m a teaching assistant at the college; I didn’t have anything pressing until noon today, thank God. I muttered something and tried to bury myself in non-existent covers. I felt her get off the bed and walk to the door.

“Matt? I’m sorry for last night. I shouldn’t let Michelle get to me that way.”

I grunted again. Of course I didn’t hold her responsible for her sister’s actions. But still.

“And to take it out on you when you were trying to be nice and understanding and everything.”

I didn’t hear her come back again. Suddenly I felt her slide onto the bed, stretch out beside me, onto me. She had removed the robe. She was naked. I tried to open my eyes.

“I locked the bedroom door. Let me make it up to you.”

She reached down and took my cock in her hand. The morning light lay warm on her back as she bent over me and took it into her mouth. Suddenly I was awake and not dreaming. I held her head with one hand, slipped the other under her waist and felt for her breasts, then moved to her pussy. She moaned and I felt the vibration of her voice around my cock. It was beginning to throb.

“Jenny. Jenny, please?”

She let my cock slip from between her lips, raised her head and looked at me. She read the request in my eyes and voice.

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Mika No.2 Part Two– Her tryst with Mark, the next morning.

Introduction:

At the end of Part One, Mika left us hanging: what would she do? Stay or go home? She answers that question here and treats us to more of her sensuality and sexuality. She is also struggling with a new dimension to her marriage. This has been her first foray into sex with a man without her husband present. It is my fault, of course. I made her go to Mark and follow through on the teasing relationship that started with her first assignment, her exhibition at Wegmann’s supermarket. As a result of that excursion she has had a sexual relationship with a woman, Tracy – who has also slept with her husband CJ while she was out of town – and now with a man.

Mika seems to be opening a door into a new stage of her life. I am anxious to see her find what she wants and needs.

Susan

* * * * *

Dear Mistress,

Ok, if you really want to know (because I really want to tell you), I wasn’t sure if you might put my evening with Mark on Literotica, so in case you planned to, I wanted to keep the readers hanging.

When I said, “By opening the floodgates,” at the end of that account, I meant that all my desires as a woman, the feelings of being a sexually stimulating and desirable woman, and having those feelings pulled deep from within me by a man I had just met, were very erotic and obviously a powerful feeling for me. And they were new, along with everything else you had created for me. And although I loved the new feelings, I needed to be somewhat cautious. And although I was wary of those feelings, I hungered for more.

Like I said, CJ knows me inside and out and has never had a problem with creating an environment that keeps me teetering on the brink of exploring my sexuality. Over the years I have been pleasured several times by my husband with another man at the same time, but I had never taken another man alone. So being with Mark, letting him fuck me and cum in my cunt – Ataköy travesti this was a first. It wouldn’t have happened, I think, without your push. Thank you.

So, having met Mark as I did, getting to know him more intimately, and learning how he could pleasure me to my core, I was happy to give myself to him. And this left me with wanting more. Not necessarily from him (ok, yes) but from the possibilities of further exploration within the surroundings of this fetish of mine.

I ended up spending the night with Mark. Only you know for now. My closest girlfriend, who I spent time with at the cabin does not know yet. Mark’s tongue got me hot again and his ability to stimulate me again after what we had just shared was enough to keep me from leaving. This man knows how to eat pussy. I did not think I had it in me, but I shocked myself when I climaxed, squirting another orgasm for Mark to enjoy. Which he did. He had told me right before he got me going again that I was the first woman he had been with that came like I did.

Anyway, we ended up showering together in his expansive shower that could hold 8-10 people. I ended up kneeling in the shower and sucking his cock to another smaller orgasm. This time he directed his load all over my face. He then had me stand, and licked his cum off of my face. He licked me, then kissed me, and then licked some more. He took his time as the warm water cascaded around us, feeding me his own cum on his tongue. It was incredibly erotic. No man has ever done that to me.

When we got out of the shower, we dried off and climbed into his bed. He had me lie on my stomach and then straddled me, beginning to massage my neck, then shoulders, back and butt, finishing with my legs and feet. We kissed each other, spooned and drifted off to sleep.

I awoke the next morning with my head on Mark’s chest. At first I thought I was home with CJ but realized that this chest was smooth with defined pecs. The sheets were off both Bahçelievler travesti of us and seeing his semi erect cock was enough incentive for me to begin kissing his chest and stroking him, seeing how long it would take before he awoke.

I was still moist from the night before, so after eliciting several moans from Mark, I climbed on top of him and pressed the head of this near stranger’s cock to the opening of my very ready cunt. In one steady motion I pressed my butt down to his hips and buried his cock deep inside me. Oh God, how good it felt. I held this position as I began to kiss his chest and playfully tease his nipples. Soon he was fully awake, and with both his hands holding my hips, he pressed his hips against me to push his penis deeper into my belly. He suggested I ride him for my pleasure and I did. While Mark intuitively teased each nipple, I came twice that morning while riding and grinding on top of him. It is hard to explain, but the sizably shaped head of his penis stimulated me in a way that caused me to expand and contract the walls of my pussy more than usual.

As I sat there on top of him, enjoying the conclusion of my second orgasm, Mark rolled me over, holding himself deep inside me, and kissed me long and deep with his tongue. I was looking into his smiling eyes and without saying a word he slowly moved his pelvis against my pussy, stroking his fat cock in and out of me. We continued to kiss as I held his ass and he fucked me, his movements giving me constant pleasure. I enjoyed this man’s willingness to be gentle yet forceful in each movement. It was when I felt the slight swelling of his cock and the look on his face that I knew he was going to cum, and cum inside me.

When Mark whispered into my ear he was going to cum I did my best to flex my pussy around his cock so his orgasm would be most pleasurable. Based on his moaning I guessed that he was enjoying the feeling I was providing. And then he came. With a loud Bahçeşehir travesti moan he went rigid, buried deep within me, and flooded my belly with his sperm. I could feel his cock pumping his ejaculate into me — one, two, three and then a small series of lesser squirts. He slumped onto my damp body, breathing deeply.

We lay there for long minutes, still coupled, just enjoying each other until his shrinking cock slipped out of me. I could feel his cum oozing out behind it, a sexy sensation. And then we got dressed so that Mark could take me back to my car. I didn’t clean my pussy; I wanted to enjoy the illicit feel of this sexy man’s cum leaking out of me and wetting my thighs.

He said he would call me today, just to touch base. I don’t plan on seeing him anytime soon, unless you have something in mind for us, Susan. I think I need some time to digest this wonderful but unique experience. This was a big step for me, my first time with a man alone since my marriage to CJ. I know he would want this for me, that he will enjoy hearing about it when I finally tell him, but I want to savor it by myself for a while.

I hope you don’t think of me as some walking slut that gives it up to every man. That is not the case at all. In my mind, it was one of those unique moments that many people don’t ever have the pleasure of enjoying. Any other man would have gotten dinner and that would have been it. Mark is maybe the exception of all exceptions. And then again, with you now in my life, maybe not.

I do know that my feelings are no different now than before about CJ. Ours is true love if there ever was one: emotional, physical, unconditional. With Mark it is purely the pleasure of having good sex.

I hope you understand this and that it all makes sense.

Time for me to get some sleep.

Mika

* * * * *

Post Note:

Mika is breaking new ground and sharing some very private moments with us. Please take a moment and let her know you appreciate it. Leave a note for her on the Comments section, or send a message to her via the email to authors system. I will pass on to her any message you send to me.

And I would love to get your ideas about what I might push my girls to do in the future. Don’t be bashful.

Susan James

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She was upset and unsure why. The plan was on track. A chance encounter at a restaurant. A casual invite to a party. Some flirting to get the ball rolling. It was a good plan. She climbed into bed next to her husband.

“What’s wrong?”

“I don’t want to talk about it.”

“If it’s about that woman flirting with me, I’m not interested.”

“Damn!”

“Pardon?”

“I want you to be interested.”

“WHAT?”

“I love you and I don’t want a divorce.”

“Well, I love you too. What’s this talk of divorce?”

“I’m having an affair.”

There! She said it. She knew why she was upset. She hated the plan. She and her husband were planning on how to get her husband to have sex with her. All so she could keep having sex with her husband. She thought about that for a moment; she was glad that was only in her head. Hubby would be confused!

“Do you love him?”

“Not even a little bit. I told you I love you.”

“You want to explain?”

“The first time was blackmail. I took a five finger discount on something I wanted but was just too expensive. I got caught.”

“So sex instead of cops?”

“Yes. Well, that’s the short version.”

“I think I deserve the long version.”

“He said he would let me go if I didn’t have anything else and he had to search me. I didn’t have anything else so I let him. Lucky me! But when he got to my tits, he wasn’t searching; he was feeling me up. I objected but he threatened me with the cops. Maybe I was lying to myself when I thought feeling me up was no big deal. But he didn’t feel me up; he unbuttoned my blouse and started sucking my tits. Like you did before we got married. Just second base! Not really sex; remember us deciding that back then. But then he started rubbing my crotch. Honestly, that was too far. I said stop. I would take the cops to that. But no cops, I was free to go.”

“Okay. That is upsetting but it’s not really an affair.”

“First thing, he told me when I entered the back room with him was that we were being taped. The camera was in full view. I don’t know how I forgot about it. He had a video of him sucking my tits and I did not want you to see it. He forced me to do things I would never do. And every time I objected, well there was more on the tape.”

“Okay. That’s… I don’t know what that was. But if you were coerced. Not an affair. I should do something…”

“IT WAS THE BEST SEX I’d EVER HAD! I tried to stop myself. I’ve been seeing him every week for a while now. Voluntary. No blackmail. No threats. Almost none. He did threaten to not see me any more if I didn’t do as he said. That was a few weeks ago. How do you feel about divorcing me now?”

He was stunned. “Am I not man enough for you?”

“I don’t know. I suspect you could be if you put some effort into it. I tried to get you to try some of the things but you wouldn’t.”

“So it’s my fault.”

“No, if you want a divorce then it is my fault.”

“Is it? I know I have a small dick.”

“I don’t think it’s your size that’s the matter. That woman that flirted with you; her husband is huge. It hurts so good when he stuffed it into my pussy.”

“He’s the shopkeeper?”

“No. The shopkeeper told me to let him fuck me or never go to him again. Didn’t seem to matter. I was doing worse every Thursday so why not him.”

“Sounds like he was pimping you out!”

“No. Not that. The man’s wife did what I did with the same consequences. Except she told her husband. I’m not clear on the details but he punished her by fucking me while she watched.”

He was silent but his eyes were closed but he looked as if he was staring. “I’m having trouble grasping all of this. It sounds like he has a nice set up there and you got caught in his trap.”

“I disagree. A trap implies I was baited. No bait. There is no excuse for what I did.”

“A speed trap is still a trap even when the posted speed limit is clearly visible. They may do things to warn you but they are never going to do enough because they want the revenue.”

“Speeding isn’t immoral. The Bible doesn’t say ‘Thou shalt not speed.” It’s very clear about stealing.”

“Where does her flirting with me fit into this?”

“I enjoy the shopkeeper; his dick is a bit bigger Göztepe travesti than yours. But that rooster is huge! I wanted to feel it in me again. The shopkeeper set us up. Up until then, the affair was on a desk. It felt less like an affair. But this time, I went to a man’s house to have sex. Okay, I have no idea where I was going with that! I fucked the guy again. I took a quick shower so I didn’t smell of sex when I got home. The shopkeeper left. While I waited to be thoroughly dry before dressing, we talked. Size came up. I told her you were a lot smaller than the shopkeeper. She’s dying to try you. We’re supposed to be invited to dinner soon. She’s going to try to seduce you.”

“And you are telling me all of this because you don’t want that.”

“Seduce you? No. Maybe. I figure I can’t keep cheating on you because I’ll eventually get caught. But we could become a more intimate couple then we can all be happy.”

“So telling me is not part of the plan?”

“No. I don’t… I can’t go through with it. I want what she has. Relationship wise I mean. Actually talking to her husband about this. He knows everything and is on board. But also, I don’t think it will work.”

He didn’t ask. He just waited.

“You’re terrible in bed. Or at least not good. I was satisfied because I didn’t know any better. She does know better. You’re going to have to pleasure her if you want her to keep this up. But you probably won’t try.”

“Why do you say that?”

“You haven’t ever before.”

He pondered her words. “Would you be mad if I did try?”

“I’d be delighted. Why would you think that?”

“I haven’t tried before. Now, there’s another woman. I didn’t do it for you; I did it for her.”

“Maybe I should be mad. But I can’t. I was happy with you until there was another man. I don’t see it as that different.”

“Where do I start?”

“I started with something that I had never done before. I sucked a dick.”

“I’m not sucking a dick!”

Laughing, “I was thinking you could eat my pussy.”

He smiled and kissed her. He had fucked her many times but to actually… She peed down there. But she had gone too far. He had to go with her or he would lose her. She lifted her hips as he pulled down her panties. At least one other man had done this to her. He really didn’t know what he was doing as he parted her pussy lips and started licking her.

She felt a tingle as she felt his tongue. It wasn’t the shopkeepers tongue; it was her husband’s. The man she loved. And it felt … okay. Clearly the man had no idea what he was doing. She began to wonder if she was as bad at sucking cock as he was at eating pussy. Not that she was disappointed, he was trying. That thought gave her pleasure as her husband continued his attempts.

The days past, the invitation to dinner came and the day came. The couples dined then the guests let their hosts know that the planned seduction was no longer necessary.

“Okay, have you two discussed how tonight would go?” asked Rooster’s wife.

“I would like to leave it up to my husband.”

The host couple looked at each other. “Fine by us.”

“I don’t never done this.” He was clearly hyper-nervous.

“We’ve only done it once.”

“How did that one go?”

“Us girls talked while the guys… What did you guys do?”

“Guys? The shopkeeper was here.”

“That’s right. He and I were the couple. I had not realized it before but he is an excellent lover.”

“Rooster did me.”

“Rooster? That’s my husband?”

“I spent a week on a farm once. He reminds me of a big ol’ rooster. With or without his pants.”

“I see that! I like it.”

“We played a game. We cut cards. Low card had an article of clothing taken off by their partner for the evening. We had planned to retire to the bedrooms but we ended up on the floor. I ran and put down sheets; no sex stains on my carpets. It went well.”

“How about condoms?”

“I can’t get pregnant either.” She knew he knew his wife was unable to get pregnant.

“I’m open to ideas.”

“You tell me. The pool water is cold. Do you just jump in or do you wade in?”

“I wade in. I tried jumping but my heart races at an unhealthy pace.”

“Well, we had Küçükyalı travesti the advantage of already done it in front of each other. But had never seen each other naked. Kind of funny now that I think about it. But how about we strip down to underwear? Is that going to do it for you?”

“I can handle that.”

“Okay, tops first.” And everyone started taking their tops off. Soon the men were bare chested and the women were sporting some sexy bras.

“You know, the first time I visited the shopkeeper for sex, I didn’t wear panties.”

Her husband was surprised. “You went into a store without panties?”

“You weren’t wearing any when Rooster fucked you that first time.”

“True. They were in my purse. But the first time, I didn’t take any. It was a problem afterward. I had a pussy full of cum leaking out of me and was wearing a short skirt. I had to get panties from him.”

“Why didn’t you wear panties?”

“Oh, I wasn’t certain how it would go. When he… The first time, he kept them.”

“Mine too.”

“He wasn’t getting another pair.”

“So you have a pair of the ugly pink ones now?”

“Yeah. I’ve been kind of afraid you would find them. I wasn’t sure how I was going to explain them.”

“Tell him they were a gag gift.”

“I probably would have said that but I really wanted to not lie to you. I know it was a little crazy since I was cheating on you. But I love you and I didn’t want to… I don’t know what I didn’t want to do but there was something.”

By now, everyone was only in underwear. Rooster’s boxers had a bulge in it.

“I think maybe bedrooms next. I’m a bit shy.”

“Certainly, come on.” She tried to led him to the guest bedroom. They couple had discussed the bedrooms and which pairing to go to which room. But the choice had been based on her seducing the man she was entertaining. The guest bedroom had just seemed a natural choice. She continued to think it was. But he didn’t immediately get up. His wife was watching. There was just too much of a “gotcha factor” to the evening. He waited until his wife and Rooster made their move to a bedroom.

Once in the bedroom, he asked “Could we just sit and talk?”

“Certainly! Don’t you find me sexy?”

“Oh, wow yeah. I’m just not experienced like you.”

“I’ve only done this once before. Don’t think I don’t know how nervous you are.”

“I doubt that you do. You were having sex with someone you had sex with before. I think…”

“The first time was blackmail and the second time was punishment. That was the first time doing it was him without any coercion.”

“I’ve never done it with anyone but my wife.”

“How about your first time? How was that?”

“Not so great. I had was anxious. She let me get to second base before the wedding. On our wedding night, we got to the hotel late. She went to the bathroom to put on the sexy number she had been given. I don’t drink much but everyone said we had to have Champaign and some had been sent with us. So I opened the bottle and waited. And waited. And then I had to pee. Real bad! I was dressed in a robe and nothing else. Our romantic moment was… Well, I held it for as long as I could before going in. She was just sitting there in the nightie on the edge of the tub. She said she was nervous. So I peed then took her to bed and held her until it was morning. I work early. As sexy as that nightie looked on her, getting her out of it was not that easy. But I did and I fucked her. I know I should say ‘made love’ but I was really horny. It was a long drive to the hotel and we had talked about nothing about finally have sex when we got there.”

“That’s sweet. I wish I had a romantic story like that but we didn’t wait. Are you going to even touch me?”

“I’m sorry. It’s difficult.”

“Let’s go get a drink.”

“I really don’t drink. I know what I said about Champaign. And it was true. But I reached a point where I decided that other people weren’t going to tell me what to do.”

“How many women have you had sex with?”

“Counting my wife? One!”

“Then I have you beat. A little wine will help if you want to have sex with me. Alcohol doesn’t make you do anything; but it helps lower your inhibitions Avrupa yakası travesti so you can do what you want.”

“I find it hard to believe.”

“That alcohol doesn’t…”

“That you’ve had sex with more women than I have.”

“Wise guy! I have an idea.”

As they exited the bedroom, there were their spouses still in their underwear. “Either you two were very fast or…”

“I swear I wasn’t tricking you. I just can’t do it. We were listening for the bed. Or any indication that you two were fucking. I was afraid you were not go through with it. And it appears that I’m right.”

“Not so fast. He’s a lot nervous and I decided that he needed a little liquid encouragement. But since you aren’t busy, you can make us all a amaretto fizz. That’ll get him out of those shorts and into me!”

So Rooster made his specialty drink. Although they didn’t drink, both enjoyed the alcholic beverage. And then he kissed his wife. “I love you so much.” He then went over to the other woman and ran his hands under her bra. “You were right; it did help.”

“Take my bra off you brash devil!”

With one hand on a breast, he reach behind her and unclasped the bra allowing it to fall to the floor. “WOW! I haven’t been this excited since she let me get to second base.” He then bent and sucked on her tit. His wife smiled as rooster followed his lead. The pair then returned to the guest bedroom.

“That felt really good. Can I please suck you now?”

“If you want.”

“Oh, yeah!” She reach into his shorts and found his dick. It was as small as promised. He slid his briefs off as she licked his shaft. Then the popped the entire length into her mouth. She gagged slightly on it as she was unaccustomed to being able to take a full length into her. “This is so wonderful. I can actually fit it into my mouth. Just don’t be insulted. I know men think bigger is better. And maybe it is in its own way. I loved fucking him when we first started. And I thought I was in heaven at first. But after a couple of years, the down side starts to show up. Like the simple joy of giving a proper blow job. I can’t do that to him. This is just really wow.”

Her partner was actually blushing as she praised the virtues of his size. He had never felt like his sex organ was what a woman wanted. His wife had never acted like it was so great. “I’m really sorry to rush you and I would love to spend an hour enjoying playing with your cock but I’d really like to feel it in me.” She said this has she moved up on the bed. She was still in her panties; she felt her lover would enjoy unveiling her pussy as he had done her tits.

Nor was she wrong, he slowly slid her panties down enjoying the big reveal. He had never actually had this before. The big reveal never actually happened on his wedding night. Two virgins just didn’t make good lovers. “Do you want me to eat you first? My wife doesn’t think…”

“Please, just fuck me!” He didn’t need to be asked twice. He moved up so that he could align his cock with her pussy. She was impatient and got a hold of it; putting it at her entrance and pulling on it trying to get it into her. And she was rewarded as she saw his cock disappear into her pussy. She had watched the shopkeepers cock disappear too but this one was… No, it was about the same. But there was something different. The man on top of her began to frantically fuck her. And it was different from what she had felt before. Ever! “You aren’t exactly smaller than Rooster. Smaller around but I think you might be a tad longer. You are reaching places I’ve never had a cock touch before. And it is … so good.” She felt herself coming. And so was he.

He lay beside her. “You did really good! I hope we will be doing this again in the near future.”

“I didn’t last long enough. Did you even have an orgasm?”

“I did indeed. Just one. But it was a good one.”

“I’m trying to please you. I will try harder.”

“You should also be trying to please your wife.”

“Oh, I am.”

“I am looking forward to some improvement. But you were definitely good.”

They grabbed the clothes and carried them out of the bedroom. They heard his wife groan has her husband’s massive cock pounded her pussy. They smiled at each other. There was a bit more of the fizz left and they shared it. He reflected on the situation as he sat there naked, drinking a amaretto fizz with a naked woman he had just fucked while his wife was getting banged in a bedroom just a short distance away. He could definitely get used to this.

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The moonlight shone over the horizon as my lover and I drove along the deserted country road. He looked over and smiled at me, I smiled back, feeling so much in love with him. As we drove along, he reached over and took my hand in his, rubbing it softly with his fingertips…caressing my smooth skin. I laid my head on his shoulder, sighing softly…closing my eyes and relaxing.

Suddenly I heard a soft tapping sound and opened my eyes…it had started to rain…fat drops of water hitting the car. The rain became heavier as we drove, and lightning appeared in the sky. We pulled over on a deserted road and snuggled together, watching the sky light up.

He cupped my face in his hands and lowered his lips to mine, touching them softly, running his tongue over them to taste all the sweetness. My hands wound around his neck, pulling him closer, feeling the hardness of his muscles underneath his shirt. He smiled at me and carefully unbuttoned my blouse, grinning even wider when he noticed I wasn’t wearing a bra.

He gently pushed my blouse over my creamy shoulders, letting it drop to the floor of the car…I in turn raised his shirt over his head. We came together, pressing close, my naked chest so smooth and warm against his…my nipples hardening against him. Lowering his head, he captured my nipple between his lips, gently sucking…nibbling…then biting.

My head fell back and I moaned softly, his lips dancing across my breasts and nipples…his hands cupping them, kneading and massaging them. I shifted around in the car, the dampness between my legs increasing Kadıköy travesti with every touch of his lips and hands on my body. He reached down and slipped his fingers into the waistband of my pants, cupping the moist heat there…then deftly, in one stroke, slid my pants from my hips and pulled them off.

I sat there beside him, shivering in the night, but not feeling cold at all. My eyes clouded with passion as I unfastened the snap on his jeans and lowered them as well…letting his cock spring free…looking so hard and proud, and ready for me. We soon discovered there simply wasn’t enough room in the car…and both of us got out.

Standing in the rain, bodies wet…we pressed tightly to one another, his hands roaming my back and ass. I leaned him up against the car and began sliding my tongue over his neck, down in the valley of his throat…kissing and sucking. He tangled his fingers in my hair, gently pushing me down his body. My lips found his navel, wet from the rain…my tongue gliding inside…tasting him.

The rain beating on my skin caused me to shiver as I moved lower…feeling the crispness of his hair surrounding his cock. Teasingly I touched my tongue to the head of his cock, bringing forth a low moan from his lips…then a gasp as I slid my mouth over his cock, clear to the base. Winding my hands around to his ass, squeezing it, I pull him even closer…deeper into my mouth.

I look up and watch him, his eyes closed, head back…rain washing over and down his body onto me as I sucked and licked on his cock. Bringing Kurtköy travesti my fingers between his legs, I moved them slowly up his inner thighs, to his balls…tickling them with my fingernails, then cupping them, massaging them lovingly. He thrusted faster into my mouth…harder…so deep now…fucking my mouth with a fury we had never known before.

I gave him one long lick along his shaft, stood up and pressed my body to his…pulling him to me for a passionate kiss. His hands moved over my back, across my hips, down to cup my ass. Gently he picked me up, laying me on the hood of the car…watching with passion as the rain hits me, pooling down between my legs.

He stands between my thighs, slowly and gently parting my pussy lips to expose me to his gaze. I look at his face in the moonlight, it’s so full of love that my heart feels about to explode with pleasure. Slowly he inserts a finger into my pussy, not surprised to find out it’s already very wet and ready.

His thumb massages my clit, making it spring to life, hard and swollen under his touch. I scream and squirm on the hood of the car…his fingers thrusting in and out of my pussy. My back arches up as I cum, squirting a stream of juices over his fingers, causing him to move them faster…harder…deeper.

He leans down and takes my clit between his lips, sucking hard on it and running his tongue over my slit, lapping up all the juices I’ve given him…he slides his fingers out of my pussy and replaces them with his tongue. My body rocks against his face as he licks and sucks Pendik travesti and kisses every inch of my pussy…my body slick with sweat and the rain…the lightning striking in the distance as evidence of the passionate storm between us.

I cum hard, over and over…flooding his mouth full of juices…his tongue slides along, not missing anything…licking me till I’m completely exhausted from cumming. He steps between my thighs and takes my hips, pulling my pussy to the edge of the car hood.

Slipping his cock inside, just the head at first…my pussy clenches around it, trying to pull all of it in. He grins and removes his cockhead, slapping it sharply on my clit…I scream and squirt juices all over him again. He does this several times, knowing it drives me wild. Then, he slides his cock in deep, inch by inch…my pussy squeezing him as he thrusts the rest of his cock inside me.

Holding my hips tightly, he begins to thrust out of control…my breasts bouncing as he slams his cock hard into me. I reach up and squeeze my breasts together, pinching the nipples…stroking them…my eyes closed as he ignites another fire inside me…the storm around us raging out of control, as well as the storm inside us.

Faster and faster he thrusts, deeper…soooo hard…I scream his name over and over again as I cum…climaxing like never before. He gives one more hard…deep thrust and shoots his hot cum deep inside my pussy…his cock buried inside me…our eyes closed, breathing heavy…the rain doing nothing to cool our desires.

When he is finished cumming, he gathers me into his arms…we lie on the grass together…letting the rain wash us clean…watching the lightning and the moonlight together. He stands up, takes my hand, and pulls me up to him…we get into the car, holding each other close…so happy…lovers forever.

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Leah was at their usual spot in the server room when Reeves showed up. He found her off to the left near the far wall between two massive pieces of hardware neither of them could identify. She was on her phone, but when Leah saw him, she smiled and slipped it back in her purse.

“Hey.” Reeves gave her a broad smile before sweeping her up in his arms. She didn’t bother with a response. Instead, Leah leaned in, pressing her body against Reeves, and kissed him. After a moment, she reached down and started undoing his belt, but Reeves put a hand over hers, and she drew back, seeing the hesitation in his eyes.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” He looked her up and down, not checking her out but rather appraising Leah to see if she was alright. Afterward, Reeves sighed and offered her a sympathetic smile. “Jesus, girl, you look tired.”

“I am tired.” She confessed. “I’m doing three excess property reports while trying to juggle all of my Purchase orders, and they still haven’t found me any help.” Leah peered around as if the servers themselves were to blame for her overworked streak before letting out a reproachful sigh. “I’m tired and stressed.” She reached down and caressed Reeve’s cock through his slacks before giving in to a playful smile. “I’ll take whatever relief I can get.”

Her smile fell from her face for a moment. “Besides, Maltepe travesti I really want you inside of me.” Leah pulled his cock out, lifted her pleated skirt, then turned around and pulled her panties to one side.

Reeves stepped behind her eagerly and eased into her. It took them a moment to fall into a rhythm, but once they did, Leah quickly lost herself. She lowered her head, letting her hair mask her face, and braced herself against the wall as servers let out a low hum all around them.

“Harder,” she called back to him, and a moan escaped Reeves as he gave it to her a little harder.

“Harder!” she said again, this time nearly shouting.

“I don’t want to give it to you too hard.” He answered with a struggle.

Leah slapped the wall impatiently before pushing back against him, nearly toppling the man over. “I’ll tell you if you’re too rough.”

His cock sank into her with an intensity akin to safe being dropped from ten stories up. Leah went from calling out, to moaning, before her voice finally dissolved into damp whimpers. This was the kind of fucking she needed right now. She wasn’t looking for some romantic congress or soft gaiety sex. No, Leah wanted it to almost hurt. She hungered for mindless fucking and wanted it so hard and intense that it left her drained.

Reeves took hold of her hips Ümraniye travesti and slammed into her. Leah held out for a moment before her arms collapsed, and Reeves had her pinned as if he were trying to fuck her through the wall. A hand wrapped around her, squeezing her breast while Leah felt his lips brush against her ear. She was sure she heard her name spill from his lips, and the sound made her tremble against him.

Leah heard the dry sound of his slacks hit the floor as Reeves drove into her. With every slam of his hips, his juicy cock seemed to surge a little deeper into her, and the shock was both absolutely abrasive and everything she’d been craving.

She was so turned on, and so blindly aroused that Leah almost didn’t notice how Reeves’s breathing had roughened to a rapid-fire. Then she felt his body tense against hers, and before he could say or do anything, Leah called over her shoulder, “Don’t pull out.”

Reeves made a curious noise that might have made Leah laugh at another time and place. Then he came with a grunt, and she felt his warmth explode into her. He gushed for so incredibly long that Leah couldn’t help but laugh.

“God,” Reeves could hardly manage the word after expelling himself into her. If there was more, he kept it to himself. She reached up and stroked his stubbly cheek before taking Tuzla travesti a moment to enjoy his embrace before realizing the backs of her thighs, her ass, and her back muscles all ached. Leah wondered if she’d be sore tomorrow.

She hadn’t climaxed, that was true, but to call their little session anything other than good would taste a lie in her mouth. Leah knew sleep would find her tonight, and she would follow it down to the depths, but right now, well, she wasn’t entirely sure she was satisfied.

“That was great.” She said. “Thank you.”

“Yeah,” Reeves answered, stepping back and pulling his slack up. He swallowed dryly and gave her a retreating look. “I should be getting back.” He buttoned himself up and ran a hand through his hair. Then he forced a smile. “Same time next Thursday?”

She nodded and watched him amble away as the hum of the servers intensified. When she was sure that he was gone, she pulled some tissues from her purse and wiped herself clean. Then Leah fought back a yawn as she pulled her phone out and tapped out a brief message before hitting send.

Ten minutes later, Walter came down to the server room and walked to their usual spot. He found Leah off to the right near racks of equipment neither of them could identify. The servers were quieter on this side of the room. “Sorry I’m late,” he said, but Leah waved his apology aside. After all, she hadn’t been waiting that long.

As Walter started wrestling with his belt, Leah thought, “Maybe I’ll cum this time.” She sighed and turned around before lifting her dress and bunching it around her waist. “Maybe.”

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The following story was written over the period of a week to ten Days by myself and a very erotically-minded young lady who I discovered by net-cruising.

The following story is divided into sections with Sarah’s insertions identified. This “literary collaboration” was a very satisfying experience for both her and me. Here’s the story we wrote together:

THE SALES CALL

Started by Jim:

As I pulled into the driveway and looked again at the house number to confirm I was where I was supposed to be, I glanced at my watch and was right on time for the 9:00 AM appointment. I grabbed my sales materials off the passenger seat and looked again at the name of the person upon whom I was calling. I am terrible with names. “Sarah Wehlen”, I repeated to myself several times hoping I had the pronunciation right. I walked from the car to the front door of the home.

The house was attractive; not a mansion by any means but very neatly landscaped and well maintained. I sensed that Sarah would appreciate quality and organization as buying motives.

I rang the doorbell and a strikingly attractive lady answered.

“Sarah?”

“Yes…”

“Hi! I am Jim Baker with Acme Enterprises.”

She smiled and asked me in. I felt something deep inside telling me this sales call was going to be different from the norm. I was nervous. That is not usual for me. I could not help gawking at Sarah’s attractive appearance and the way she was dressed.

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This part contributed by Sarah:

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He was right on time. I, on the other hand, was running unusually behind. The night before had been quite hectic and I didn’t get to bed until late. I had just stepped out of the shower, ran a comb through my hair and was putting on the finishing touches of my make-up when the doorbell rang. I grabbed my robe and slipped into it as I went to the door.

He introduced himself and I invited him in. He was somewhat surprised by my attire and I apologized for not being properly dressed. Explaining the night before, I walked over to the coffee table for a cigarette and could feel his eyes wandering over the length of my body as he observed my every move. His eyes began their journey at the top; my hair still wet, long, thick and curly, reaching to the middle of my back.

The short, red kimono robe with large black Chinese letters barely covered my bottom. His eyes observed my hands; the long fingers and well manicured nails. Then I could sense his eyes moving to my legs, long and lean with just a hint of muscle. As I turned around to again face him, he smiled, noticing the few springs of curl which fell down over my forehead. He probably noticed my soft face and my full breasts, unencumbered inside the V-necked kimono which tied in the front.

“Can I get you something to drink?”

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This part contributed by Jim:

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“Gee, sure!” I replied, “I had to get an early start this morning and didn’t brew up the coffee. I think I detect the distinctive aroma wafting from your kitchen.” I watched as Sarah walked to the kitchen. I watched how she moved in her kimono…how her legs went “all the way up” and how pleasantly shapely they were. “Hmmmm…Jim,” I said to myself, “you have rules against what you are thinking.”

Her lythe body seemed to move almost in slow-motion. The attractive, silky kimono, coming just to the bottom of her pretty little butt, did not cover those little cleavage lines at the bottom. I have always wondered at my attraction for those little cleavages. They only look good on *some* women and they definitely looked good on Sarah. The subtle shapeliness of her thighs blended perfectly to the perfect curve of her lower legs. Sarah was barefoot, exciting another weakness in me.

“Jim, you can’t do this,” I began to think to myself, “You can’t think this. A possible sale is involved here. Or I could forget the sale. No, it’s not my decision alone.”

As Sarah returned with two steamy cups of coffee and a smile I wasn’t sure which was hotter…the coffee or me. I could feel a tightness in my diaphram…just a little quiver there. “Stop it,” I sternly told myself.

We sat down together on the sofa behind a coffee table and I set my handful of materials on the table and began sipping my cup of coffee.

“Oh, it’s Hazelnut Creme, isn’t it?,” I asked, surprised.

“Yes.”

“Mmmmm, I like it almost as much as I like your kimono. I hope you don’t mind. I just couldn’t help noticing.” I smiled, hoping she would not be offended.

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This part contributed by Sarah:

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Speaking softly, “Mind?….not at all.” I took a sip of my coffee and placed the cup on the coaster lying atop the table. “In fact, I was hoping you would notice. Look,” I said, moving myself from the couch and repositioning myself on the table directly across from where Bağdat Caddesi Travesti I was sitting. I crossed my legs and used my hands to pry Jim’s legs apart and slid myself across the table directly in front of him. My kimono rose high upon my leg and my thighs were exposed completely.

“You are here to make me a *deal*, correct?”

“Well…yes.”

“Well…I have a *deal* I would like to propose to you.”

“Really?” Jim questioned in an unbelieving tone.

“Yes, really.” Slowly, I began to loosen his tie as I continued. “I am very aware of what you are selling in both quality and price. You *have* the sale. Now, as I see it, you have but two choices.

You can write up the order now, thank me in your professional manner and be on your way or you can thank me in a *personal* manner and write up the order later. In either case, you’ve got the sale. How the deal is closed is entirely up to you,” as I slipped the tie from around his neck.

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This part contributed by Jim:

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I had a big, crooked grin on my face. “Heck, we can sign anytime!” I placed my hands on the sides of Sarah’s thighs and scooted forward toward her aiming my mouth toward hers. God, her thighs were warm and her lips were soft like silk cushions. I felt a tremor pass through the deepest parts of me as I approached and contacted her full lips. I saw her eyes close and as we touched our mouths and tongues went wild with an instant passion.

The groaning sounds we emitted sounded more like those of animals than of humans. I was groping with my hands, caressing the outside of Sarah’s shapely thighs as she was wrapping her arms around me and pulling me right off the cushion of the couch and to my knees in front of her. We were breathing heavily and my hands caressed up along her sides, parting her kimono before me and exposing her warm body. My kisses flickered down Sarah’s neck and onto her chest.

“Mmmm, Sarah…mmmm…yesss. Let’s go slow. Move over here.”

I guided her to my lap and placed her body upon my legs and brought her mouth to mine. We kissed passionately again but this time slower and less anxiously. This was better. “I want you, Sarah, but I want you slow.”

“Yes,” she agreed and our hearts felt like they were pounding a little less loudly.

“Slow,” Sarah echoed.

With her head in the crook of my left elbow I looked into Sarah’s eyes and she smiled as I kissed her again with little, teasing pecks. Then the kisses progressed down her neck again. My right hand opened her kimono and my flicking tongue examined the soft glowing skin of her chest…and down. Her nipples were hard and I smiled. Sarah smiled back.

As I licked Sarah’s swollen little nipples and encircled my tongue around them and the aeriola, she made a long sigh and I could feel a quiver pass down through her body. Her firm and curvaceous butt laid right upon my swollen penis and I could feel the quiver, like a small bolt of lightning transmit through her flesh and into my groin. I felt like a lightening rod and I might have chuckled but my mouth and senses were way too busy.

Looking for something to do with my right hand (my most talented), I traded my tongue from her left to right nipple and let my right thumb and forefinger “tweak”, lightly pinch and roll her now moist left nipple. I could feel her butt grinding now against my groin. I reached down to feel her rotating gyrations and my hand landed between her thighs which opened. My fingers slowly moved up, up… When they touched Sarah’s patch of hair I could feel the dew on my fingers and I brought them to my nose for a sniff of Sarah’s essence.

“Oh, don’t stop,” Sarah whimpered and I knew she meant she wanted my right hand back where it was and so I returned it. I rubbed vertically along Sarah’s moistened labia and rubbed her juices around, lubricating her libido even more. She forced her torso down just a bit, causing my fingers to slightly enter her and with almost a vacuum-like suck, my fingers were taken in to her moist, warm cave. As I continued to lick her right nipple I was imagining what Sarah tasted like. The taste of her deepness and of her soul. I had an urge to drink Sarah..to drink her dry but that would come later, hopefully much later because I wanted to move her slowly, slowly. My fingers explored the inner tissues looking for something. I don’t know what. Looking for the motor…the motor that makes Sarah run. Although I felt nothing other than her smooth, slick inner wetness I must have found her motor and it ran and purred like my memories of my great-uncle’s 1950 Packard Sedan. Then I found the gear shift near the top of her cathedral window and I shifted Sarah’s gears.

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Contributed by Sarah:

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Not wanting to tire me completely, Jim began to ease me back down to reality. He raised his body and presented his mouth to mine as we kissed passionately. Bostancı travesti He had taken me to heaven and the taste and smell of my own juices which remained lingering on his lips encouraged me to return the favor. Still kissing, I gently persuaded Jim to roll so that I was on top of him. As we lay there, my body covered in a sleek sweat, I rose and balanced my upper body on my hands which were placed just above Jim’s shoulders. One of my legs was extended to the floor in front of the couch and my other knee rested between his body and the back of the couch. Leaning forward, I began to lightly trace the outline of his lips with my tongue. Hesitantly kissing him now and again, I slowly began to move to his ear.

“I want to please you in *every* way.” I whispered.

I then proceeded to move seductively down…slowly…teasingly, letting only my lips, tongue and erect nipples come into contact with his aroused body and I continued to kiss and nibble at his neck and chest. I could feel Jim’s erect penis, sparked by anticipation, as it slid against my skin. As I continued lower, our bodies become closer and closer. I paused to rest his shaft in the valley of my breasts. With our bodies now partially pressed together, I kissed his hips and begin a trail closer to his manhood, kissing and tantalizing with my tongue all the way. I finally arrived and was captivated by the sight before me. Starting at the lower end of the shaft, my tongue tenderly explored the very essence of him. Moving my way up hesitantly, I took hold of his penis and begin a delicate stroking motion as my tongue arrived at the tip, still exploring. Jim’s gentle moves and soft moans encouraged me to open my mouth and take him in. Still caressing his shaft, my lips enclosed it, slowly at first, and my tongue began to perform a ring dance. His moans became enhanced and his breathing had begun to change. Sensing his excitement, I took Jim in completely. A sigh of ecstasy was released as he felt the full warmth of my mouth. As he entered, my lips wrapped around and my throat opened wider with every slow thrust. I reached for his sack and began to gently massage it as my tongue continued to dance around his shaft when he pulled out and my throat opened as he pushed in. Jim’s moves become more and more aggressive as his pulsating penis grew harder. His moans grew louder and louder; his thrusts faster and faster as he felt the suction and swirl of my tongue. His breathing was now amplified as his passion increased. Jim emitted an intense groan and then suddenly he erupted. His juices spurted into my mouth and I could feel the liquid stream as it flowed down my throat. My lips continued to hold tight until his strength subsided. As I lapped up the last drops, I could feel Jim’s body begin to relax. I then kissed and licked my way back to his lips and laying my body atop his, I gently kissed him.

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Contributed by Jim:

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As we kissed and tongue danced, I could feel my racing heart slow down to a normal run. The glow of sex in Sarah’s face was beautiful to behold. The more we kissed with our bodies touching and rubbing, the more alive I could feel my manhood become. The little guy was getting up before the ten count. There was a crowd somewhere cheering…

I was thinking about a position and wanted to see Sarah on top of me. I wanted to see her in control of her own next orgasm. I whispered into her ear “Let’s move to the floor”. I guided her and when she saw that I was lying on my back and placing her atop me she grinned.

“How did you know?,” Sarah asked teasingly.

I just grinned as she began to enjoy the position. I was glad she didn’t just “sit on it”. Sarah shared my enjoyment of teasing, tantalizing and making it last. Why do in 5 minutes what you can do in 90 minutes or 2 hours?

Sarah rubbed her beautiful pussy up and down the middle of my chest. She was supported by her arms as struts extending to her calves on the floor and her hips were free to brush her little beard lightly up and down my chest and she did it artfully. She could allow yourself to drop also and grind and dig. When she brought her pussy up toward my mouth and stopped just an inch or so short, I knew Sarah’s game and I loved it. Her eyes showed she was enjoying every second of this. Then she started teasing my little guy. She would give him just a sniff and then she’d swing forward…just a taste and then she’d pull away. I couldn’t see my little guy but I could feel him enjoying it too. He was getting stiff. Yep, it was “that kind” of stiffness.

There are several kinds of stiffness. There’s the fresh stiffness which is dry, hard and throbbing. Then there’s the kind I was getting at that moment, after one orgasm: wet, semi-hard and sort of gristly. This kind can last all day. The third kind we won’t talk about. It’s wimpy.

It was the semi-hard kind and each teasing brush her bush made gave it a little help. I felt my little guy’s face touch Kartal travesti Sarah’s little gal’s lips. I knew they were going to have a great time down there. , she popped him in and popped him out. She was doing to me what I know I would have done to her if I had been on top. Sarah was enjoying the game. Her dark blond hair was in my face as she craned her neck downward to watch what her little girl was doing.

When she slid him in she faced me with a semi-smile and a look which might have been saying something like “Stand back…I’m going to fuck you”. I liked it. Sarah leaned forward with her face several inches in front of mine. She pivoted her hips as she swung her butt up and down, milking my little guy. I was surprised at her. She was getting aroused sooner than I would have thought. Then I realized how much Sarah liked this position.

Sarah’s lips were pursed into a mildly formed “ooo”. Her eyes were slits as they lazily half-closed. I enjoyed watching them throughout as they faithfully betrayed her every mood. I knew it was going to be a long time before I could cum again and I was determined to enjoy every second.

Sarah’s eyes now were slits and I could see the pupils dancing a little. Her pursed lips were getting dry and she was licking them. Her ass continued pivoting, doing that rocking motion up and down. Her legs were bent at the knee and the soles of her pretty feet were shining toward me. As Sarah’s arousal grew she straightened up into a sitting position atop me. Her torso was upright now and her legs were springs on the floor. She was beginning to hump me like an upright piston. I enjoyed watching her entire body before me. I was going to get to watch every bodily reaction of Sarah’s orgasm if it came…

First, Sarah’s face was already flushed. I noticed the “rash” extending down her neck and onto her shoulders and upper chest. Her eyes were almost closed now, the upper and lower lids fluttering. Her pursed lips had relaxed and now her mouth was more of an “O” and she was making almost silent sighs as she rose and fell upon my shaft. My manhood was now hard and wet like a hydraulic cylinder. It was in her. I looked down and it was shiny and Sarah was lowering herself down solidly to its base and then rising almost off of it. It was impaling her and she was loving it.

I noticed Sarah’s movements becoming less rhythmic and more jerky. I looked up from the dance our little people were doing and saw that her eyes were now open. Her hazel pupils were centered but may have been sightless as she continued to pump me into her. Sarah’s mouth was open more now and her nostrils were flared as a guttural scraping sound was coming from deep in her throat…something like a “snore” but not exactly. She was getting there. Then, Sarah lost her rhythm entirely and looked skyward and humped me. I watched her beautiful nakedness as it went through it’s heavenly journey. Her hair was flying now and her head would not hold still. Sarah’s breasts were flopping up and down out of control. Her movements continued to jerk. Her sighs had turned to moans and groans… first rather quiet but now growing in intensity and volume. They were approaching the level of a cheetah’s howl. Yes. I was loving it. Sarah’s body was now being wracked with irregular tremors and she continued to try to thrust up and down. She would have a tremor that would shake her entire body for a second. It seemed to travel her flesh in a wave. Each time she would vocally expel an “uhhhhnnnn” sound. She bent forward and continued these tremors.

Then the main earthquake arrived. I was not prepared for its intensity. I was surprised and amused by it as well as being very aroused by it. Sarah was a wild woman.

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Contributed by Sarah:

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As the passion accelerated and the main orgasm neared, I felt a rage of heat begin to surge through my body. My love muscles contracted with much force as I ricochet up and down upon Jim. It seemed as though I couldn’t get enough of him. I grabbed at his sides in hopes that I could pull him further in. An erotic tingling sensation dawned in the depths of my being, and began its journey throughout my body. I could feel myself starting to shake as I pulled Jim closer with my hands and pressed harder against him. He was deep within me and I was beginning to cum. I wanted him to know.

“JIMMMMMM, I’M GOING TO CUUUUMMMMMM!……. UUUUHHHHHHHHNNNNNNNN! …MMMMMMMMMMMM! I WANT YOU TO CUM WITH ME! MMMMMMMMPLEAAASSSSEE CUM WITH ME…..OOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHH JIIIIIMMM! The chain of spasms were activated and I was no longer in control. The juices began to flow and my body started to tremble. My eyes closed as my head rolled back…my breasts took on a new tightness and my nipples became fully erect. My whole being was completely tense and I released myself to the sensations which now governed my every move. Pushing hard against his body, no longer lifting away, I vigorously ground myself into him, oblivious to anything and everything around me, as the juices continue to emanate. As I slowly came down, I opened my eyes and noticed Jim’s smile. I leaned forward and kissed him with an intense passion, for I was very grateful. As we kissed, he firmly persuaded me to roll with him. He was now on top of me.

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It is a beautiful Monday morning, as the sun burns the morning dew off the grass. I enjoy these beautiful sunny Summer days. My work day is slow. A good thing. The nice spring weather has me thinking of other activities, which do not involve work. But this one customer is giving me great enthusiasm. Dana and I attended the same grade school. Recently we were reunited after many years of losing contact. Needless to say, I am very excited to solve her problem.

Dana has an electrical issue in her kitchen. I was more than eager to help when she called. She is married, so I know I can’t step over the line. Growing up I had big time crush on her. If she only knew my highly sexual thoughts as a raging hormonal teen.

I arrived at Dana’s and walked up to her door. My thoughts wondered quickly before I rang the doorbell.

As she opens the door she welcomes me with a warm flirtatious smile. “Hi! Come in.”

I step inside and we walk into the kitchen. She brushes against me as she shows me the broken switch. As I unscrew the plate, Dana starts to fill me in with her life story. She is very unhappy in her marriage. Sex was more of an unsatisfied chore. As we took turns flirting with each other, my urges quickly take over.

I need to turn off the circuit breaker, so I politely excuse myself. As I return from downstairs, I noticed she has changed. A low cut, thin sun dress. Wow! I am trying to stay within the boundaries, but seeing her is making it very hard. Dana has an unbelievable body. Her breasts showed just enough cleavage. From my viewpoint, I think they are perfect. My concentration is definitely not on work. The bulge is starting to make my pants tighter, as I undress her in my mind. She is talking to me, but I cannot comprehend what she is saying. A wondering mind has me admiring her hard nipples through the thin material. And then I hear…

“I no longer love him.”

Wow!!! What do I say?

Some babble comes out of my mouth. God only knows what I Antalya Travesti said. I fix her her switch with my back towards her. The aroma of her is filling the room. I can’t take much more. My cock is aching from not being able to be free from my tight pants. All my teenage fantasies are running through my mind making it worse. As I turn to her, she tosses her sun dress at me. It lands on my head. I breathe in deeply. Ahhh, dress is all over her dress.

I remove her dress from my head and see her flawlessly naked body. Her nipples are hard, standing at attention. She looks at me and hops on the counter, She spreads her legs asking me, “Do you like what you see?” Speechless, I admire every inch of her body. Her lips are swollen from anticipation. I walk over to her.

“I think you know the answer.”

I scoot her towards me, and I start to kiss the inside of her thighs. I work my way up to her her moist lips, and I tease her lips with my tongue. I breath her scent in deeply. She smells wonderful! I spread her lips as I take her clit between my lips. I suck it for a few minutes. Then my fingers replaced my tongue as I look into her eyes. Her face is flushed and her heavy breathing quickens. Her juices flowing down her lips, glistening in the sunlight from the window. Good God! My eagerness to fuck her right now is unbearable, so I unzip my pants and I free my hard cock. I slowly stroke myself as my other finger thrusts deep inside her.

Her milky white skin, hard perky nipples, and her trimmed bush is unbelievable. I lightly nip the inside of her thighs, as I remove my pants. My hard cock is hard and tight as I keep stroking myself about a dozen times. She looks at me with her “fuck me” eyes, and demands to suck my hard cock. I pick her up off the counter and set her feet down on the floor. I watch her tight nicely shaped ass as she leads me into her bedroom. She crawls up on all fours and turns to flirt with me. The view of her body is unbelievable. Konya Travesti I admire her body for a few seconds, as she reaches for something in her nightstand. She reveals a pink vibrator and a blue vibrator. She lays down on the bed. Her body is in full view, as she slowly parts her legs. Her pink engorged lips are so inviting to please her with my tongue and mouth.

“You will watch me play for now. Then I will suck you off.”

The thought of her taking control further excites me. She teases her breasts with one hand, while her other hand plays with her pink vibrator over her swollen red lips. Her moans became deeper and louder. Her juices are flowing down her ass. I stand there stroking myself slowly. Watching her please herself is so erotic. Her body starts to shutter as she buries her vibrator deep inside her. Several minutes pass and she starts to have a good body rolling orgasm. Then she keeps it deep inside her as she let’s her body simmer down. Then she starts again. I enjoy watching her please herself, it is so erotic to watch a woman please her body. As I watch her, I slowly get closer to the bed. Her head is dangling over the edge of the bed, inches where I am standing. Her hand leaves her breasts and grabs my hard cock to give it a couple of strokes.

She gasps, “Come closer.” I obey her and straddle her face, as she takes my hard member in her mouth. Her talented tongue and mouth teases every nerve in my hard cock. Her mouth feels wonderful with my cock inside. I can’t believe how wonderful she is making me feel. Watching her take me in her mouth, or watching her tight pussy slide pink deep inside makes it hard to concentrate on her teasing my cock. But I feel her hand grab my ass as she pushes me in deeper into her mouth. She feels wonderful. I reach to tease her nipple and she grabs my hand as she tries to say no with me still inside her mouth. That is all I needed and I tighten as my cock fills her mouth with hot cum.

She turns İzmir Travesti over and takes me in her mouth again. She takes her toy and slides it deep inside her as she sits on her heels. Her heels are balancing pink while she rides. What a wonderful view watching her hips move with her toy inside her, as she sucks me hard again. I reach down to tease her breasts. She rocks her hips harder and faster as she braces her pink tool with her feet. She orders, me to back up and watch. Her intensity increases, as her face becomes flushed even more. Her long hair hides her face from me watching the pleasure she is giving herself. She moans louder and louder as her body takes one last intense thrust and cums loudly. She bucks forward, then backward while her body shutters in an intense orgasm.

We smile at each other as she brings her hot wet pussy to the edge of the bed and lays down. I admire her wonderful body. It is so perfect. I take her legs and scoot her closer too me, as I insert my hard cock inside her. We both let out a moan. What a wonderful tight pussy. It fits so perfectly tight around my cock. Her muscles tighten as I thrust deeper and deeper. Our juices join together as I go deeper inside her. She pulls away from me and gets on all fours.

“How do you like the view?” she asks.

Cum juices is dripping down her thighs. I grab my cock and guide in her hot, wet pussy. I take her hips and guide her with each thrust. She is so unbelievably tight. Her muscles milk my cock with each thrust. It feels incredible. I have never had such a tight, intense pussy. She moans louder and starts to buck and move wildly as she starts to cum again. My cock loads her with my leftover cum. She collapses on the bed, as we both gasp for air. She rolls over. Her neatly trim bush and full perky breasts in plain view. My cum is slowly coming out from her dripping wet pussy.

We lay talking, enjoying each other’s company. After she catches her breath, she gets up on her knees and bends down to kiss my lips. She is so hot. Her body is aching for more, but she is exhausted. Before I leave, I setup a “follow-up” visit to make sure everything is working ok….her included. My next visit will be to satisfy her sexual urges, because I will be in charge.

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The couple kissed eagerly outside the apartment door. It was past midnight, and they had met a few hours earlier at one of the city’s Goth clubs. He was tall and slender and had a longish a-line, dyed black, which was just beginning to curl at the tips. He wore a tail-coat jacket, adorned with chains on the left shoulder and skull studs in place of cuff buttons, a black shirt with a small lace ruff, a black brocade waistcoat and black pinstripe bondage trousers. On his feet he had soft leather boots with a short lacing at the top. She was half a head shorter than him, curvaceous but not overly so, with shoulder-length bright purple hair in a high undercut. She wore a black vest top with a lot of zippers and small metal d-rings, and a matching short skirt. Studded bracelets adorned her wrists, and her boots were knee-high with five buckles in the back and a zipper along the side.

Suddenly the lights in the hallway went out, and they both let out a startled laugh. In the dark, they kissed again, and he felt her press her body against his. He lifted her off her feet, pressed her back against the wall, and for a short while they were both kissing and grinding their hips together in the dark of the hallway. He could feel her breath quickening, and a brief moan escaped her lips. He let her down, and fumbled out his keys.

“Wait. Inside…” he said.

With a practiced hand he unlocked the door without bothering to turn the lights back on, and as they stepped inside soft lights came on automatically in the hallway. A short beep reminded him to switch off the alarm, and as she bent to pull off her boots he closed the door and sealed it with another code.

“Rich neighborhood, this is. Can’t be too careful,” he explained. “Go inside, make yourself comfortable”.

As she walked into the living room he busied himself with pulling off his boots and hanging up his jacket. The night lights came on automatically to give off just enough light to navigate the room without having to turn on the main lights. His eyes followed her into the room as she walked, trailing the lines of her body and savouring the way the light shone off her pale skin. He could see her looking appreciatively at his bookshelves, and then walk over to one of the large windows, next to the wooden folding screen that separated the lounge suite from his work area. She looked out the windows, down at the view that had caused him to love the apartment and eventually buy it, a view of the city lights and the trees on the street. He discarded his waistcoat, unbuttoned his shirt down to the waist and followed her into the room.

“Would you like a drink?” he said, as he emerged from the hallway. He watched her reflection in the window, meeting her gaze, and noted how the studs on her collar caught the light briefly.

“Sure,” she said. “What have you got?”

He ended up mixing them both a “tap-water mojito” , and soon Ian Curtis was mourning his way through ‘Atmosphere’. Before they were halfway through the drinks they were kissing again, and his shirt magically disappeared along with her top.

She was straddling him on the sofa, his hands cupping her buttocks Travesti through her skirt, when their lips parted for a moment and their eyes met. Without a word they left the sofa, and as he guided her up the stairs to the bedroom she deftly shed the skirt. He brought her into the bedroom to stand between his double bed in black ‘wrought iron’ and the dresser made from some dark wood. The door to one side was closed, suggesting a walk-in closet, just as he had intended. He barely gave her time to register all this, as he was again pressing her up against the wall, supporting her legs on his own thighs leaving her feet dangling a few inches in the air. He cupped her breasts, still covered by the black lace bra, with his hands, finding them to be perfect handfuls. He could feel her grinding herself against the bulge in his trousers, separated from her only by a few layers of silky, damp cloth.

Suddenly he drew back, and met her gaze with a shrewd look in his eyes.

“Do you want me?” he said.

“Yes! Yes…”

“Then, you must trust me,” he replied, and let her down on the floor.

He saw a brief puzzled look in her eyes as he led her to stand in the middle of the floor, just in front of the bed, but she seemed to let it go as he softly grasped her breasts from behind and kissed the back of her neck.

“Hold still,” he said, and opened the top drawer of the dresser.

He felt her stiffen with alarm as he put the soft satin blindfold over her eyes, but he told her to relax. He then unclasped her bra, and her nipples that were already straining against the fabric seemed to swell when he slid off the bra and stroked them with the palms of his hands. He moved in front of her, and let his tongue begin moving across her right nipple, over to the left and draw a line up to her collarbone, before he moved in to kiss her until he felt her sway in his arms. Before she could recover he attached a wide leather bracelet to each of her wrists.

“What…” she tried.

“Sshh,” he said, “don’t worry”.

He moved in behind her and his hands cradled her breasts again, but didn’t linger long. Instead, they started moving down along her body, until they found the hem of her black lace panties. They dwelled briefly there, as he kissed her neck, and then one hand moved around to cup her buttock while the other cupped her vulva. He felt her shudder instinctively.

As he began to slowly move his fingers around in a circling motion at the front of her panties, he lifted his other hand and slowly slid his nails across her back. This led her to shiver with pleasure again, and she reached her hand blindly behind her to find him. Her hand eventually found the bulge in his trousers, and while he stroked her she worked her fingers around it until he could feel the bulge becoming even more pronounced than before. Finally, he slid his fingers inside her panties, and pulled them down to her feet. As he knelt down to help her step out of them, he kissed her nether lips like he had previously kissed her mouth, savouring her taste, and she nearly lost her balance from the pleasure. Before she recovered, he had put bracelets like the Ankara Travesti ones on her wrists around her ankles as well.

“Now,” he said, “it’s time. I’ll show you the way.”

With those words, he began walking her, blindfolded still, through the room. He opened the door in the wall, and it did indeed conceal a walk-in closet. Set in the other end, however, was another door, and behind it lay his secret room. The floor was covered with soft carpet, and around the walls was built a low bench, padded and covered in dark red satin. A small refrigerator held some choice morsels and… playthings, and at the center of the room was a sort of table, also padded and covered in satin, with a satin curtain around the edges.

“Hold out your arms,” he commanded, and as she obliged he fastened her bracelets to the chains hanging from the ceiling. He tightened the chains, and her arms were brought high until she stood like a “Y” before him. Next, he told her to spread her legs, and bent down to fasten clasps to her ankle bracelets, that prevented her from moving her feet more than a few inches.

She turned her head in confusion when he opened the small refrigerator and brought out a bucket of ice cubes. The cold breath from the icebox made her skin break out in goose bumps.

“Are you afraid?” he asked. “Don’t be. You will see…”

Again he moved close, and kissed her passionately. He then moved his attention to her breasts until he thought she would collapse from arousal, but the chains on her wrists kept her upright. He then picked up an ice cube and held it briefly against one of her nipples. She gasped, and at first flinched away, but as he started to move it in tiny circles she relaxed and smiled. Without a word, he circled her breast with the ice, and then moved to the other until she moaned with lust. His fingers began exploring her wet fold, softly first but then more insistent, until her legs were shaking. She felt like he was running his fingers across wet satin.

When he thought she was just about ready, he slid the melting ice cube down across her chest, over her stomach, until it met her burning cave. She gave out a hoarse cry, and grabbed the chains at her wrists for support. He let it circle her clit, once, twice, and just as she seemed ready to burst he slid the little sliver of ice that remained into her. The orgasm hit her so hard that she screamed. As she came out of it, he had to support her weight with one arm to keep her from toppling.

She was still gasping, when he gently reached up and undid the fastenings to the chains, only to bend her forward at the waist and lay her down onto the padded table. He then proceeded to fasten her arms to another set of chains built into the table, making her resume the “Y” shape. His eyes caressed her back and hips, his hands quickly following suit stroking her softly across the back, giving her buttocks a good squeeze in the process.

He proceeded to fondle her gently from behind, as her private area was now fully exposed to him. Each time his fingers touched her labia she shivered. He felt that this was the time to spring the final surprise İstanbul Travesti on her, and so began using his fingers on her anus, very carefully at first but soon he had inserted a finger.

Finally he couldn’t wait any longer, his trousers now feeling several sizes too small, and let her go. He quickly pulled off the trousers, and picked up a bottle of lubricant.

Again his finger found her anus, but this time he also produced a small, transparent butt plug, which he gently inserted to the sound of her surprised gasp. The butt plug sank all the way to its hilt, and its shape made it stay snugly in place. The he unwrapped a condom and slid it onto his now almost painfully erect member.

She seemed to have realized what was going on.

“Oh god, yes…,” she moaned aloud. “Please…”

“As my lady commands,” he said, with a hint of laughter in his voice.

He positioned himself directly behind her, the table and chains putting her at a perfect height for him. He grabbed her by the hips and let the tip of his member caress her wet fold a few times, and then finally sank into her. Slowly, inch by inch, he entered, until he had sunk all the way in. He rested there for a moment, enjoying the sensation of her vulva squeezing him, and then slowly moved back out. Just as he was about to slide out of her, he thrust gently back in again. By this time, she was emitting small, moaning noises, and grabbed the soft cloth cover of the table hard. It took all of his concentration to keep from spending himself right there and then, but as he kept thrusting he regained his composure.

From the living room he could hear Nick Cave hoarsely begging God to save Tupelo, and the insistent rhythm of the song urged him to continue.

Slowly, he increased the pace, until she writhed with combined pleasure and agony and pleaded with him to go faster, faster. Just as he was about to come, he stopped, and waited until the feeling passed just out of reach. He repeated this three times, and by this time she was gibbering incoherently. His penis felt like it was on fire, a sweet, sweet agony. Finally, he raised the speed of his thrusts like she had begged him to. He pounded into her so hard that he thought he would turn the table over, and just as she cried out and convulsed in a powerful orgasm, he could no longer hold it in but let himself go with a hoarse groan, shooting what felt like pints of semen into the condom, into her.

He stayed inside her for a brief moment, before his legs gave out and he sank to his knees behind her, his face only inches from her now swollen and dripping vulva. The scent of her intoxicated him, and he kissed her buttocks before getting back to his feet. He was reminded why the French called the orgasm ‘la Petite Mort’, as she had actually passed out on the table. He softly stroked her back before discarding the condom, and then started to clean them both up with the napkins he kept in a concealed drawer under the table.

He laid her naked form in the bed, pulling the black satin sheets up to her breasts, before stepping back to admire this beautiful creature, now sleeping soundly. She had not even made a sound as he carried her out of the secret room and into the bedroom. As he slid naked into the bed from the other side, he realized that her perfume blended perfectly with the incense he used to burn, and as he went to sleep beside her, he smiled contentedly.

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Trudy has endured a series of failed relationships. Feeling she was always taken advantage of and unfulfilled in her love life, she craved intimacy, tenderness and romance from her next partner. She turned to Doctor Love for help to gain control of her own destiny. Her story is one of arrival at her destination of sensual fulfillment.

Thank you for my beautiful story. I know he’s still out there looking for me. Trudy.

*

It had been a busy week at work. I knew it would be. That’s why I made my late Friday appointment with Doctor Love. I always look forward to his consultations. Not many women could say that about their doctor. Particularly this evening. It won’t be a normal session and I’m excited about what we have planned.

We’ve been working through some issues over the last several weeks that I feel are almost resolved. Doctor Love has helped me realise so many things about myself and what I desire. I love everything about Doctor Love’s Practice and how much better I was feeling about myself.

Doctor Love’s such a gentleman, both in how he treats me and his appearance. I find his most attractive quality is how comfortable I feel with him and how easily we engage in conversation. He’s a great listener and most of all I’m confident he understands me, what I’ve gone through and what I want. He is good-looking for his age and I’m sure some of his patients find him attractive. In his late 50’s, even his short greying hair gave Doctor Love a distinguished look.

The Practice is a double-storey terrace building that is wonderfully restored and converted into consulting rooms. Its period features, classic charm, luxurious furnishings and facilities provides a relaxing and lavish setting for discerning women. It isn’t just an exclusive private club for women. I discovered it was much more than that.

I’m a Guest, not a patient attending for treatment. I love the care and attention where the person who mattered most was me. My ex-partners could learn a thing or two from the Practice. I craved the nurturing of the body, mind and soul the Practice delivered. My visits have been a journey of sensual self-discover and well-being.

It was a cold and wet winter’s night and I was looking forward to the open fire in the Sitting Room and Maddisyn’s warm welcome as I waited for her to answer the door. I always enjoy being greeted by Maddisyn’s lovely smile.

I’m sure Maddisyn knows all the Guests well and makes me very welcome. ‘Hello Trudy, let me take your bags. Doctor Love’s looking forward to seeing you again.’

I first met Maddisyn when she gave me a tour of the Practice before I started seeing Doctor Love. She’s one of those people you instantly like. Tall and an attractive brunette in her mid-20’s, Maddisyn is always elegantly dressed. The Practice is that sort of place. She was wearing a beautified burgundy coloured dress with a delicate see-through pattern. I noticed a glorious white leather jacket on the back of the chair at her desk. Her long and toned legs looked amazing in high-heels and her mid-thigh dress.

I’d come straight from work but was looking forward to wearing a new evening dress, something special for the consultation. ‘Thank you, Maddisyn,’ I smiled noticing the fire glowing brightly through the arched entrance to the Sitting Room.

It’s my favourite room. It made me feel special every time I visited the Practice. With such opulence, warm décor and wonderful service, it’s easy to forget it was a medical practice. The Sitting Room is beautifully appointed with elegant furnishings and where Guests could relax. It’s no ordinary waiting room. There’s nothing ordinary about the Practice. My senses were welcomed by the fragrance of the freshly cut flowers and the music softly playing as I entered the room.

I’d decided to sit on one of the two couches in front of the white marble fireplace. On other occasions, I would sit at the window seat and enjoy the view of the well-kept garden or the park opposite, enjoying the sunshine that filtered in through the lace curtains in the bay window.

‘Shall I take the bags through to the Guest Lounge?’ Maddisyn offered in her usual helpful manner.

‘Yes, thank you. I have a dress in the clothing bag. I think I’ll take a spa bath tonight before seeing Doctor Love. I fancy a little pampering,’ I added with a soft laugh.

‘I’ll hang it up. Would you like something to drink while I get the spa ready?’ She asked, making me feel at home.

‘Could I have a coffee by the fire?’ I answered taking a seat on the comfortable couch and feeling the warmth radiating from the fireplace.

‘Certainly, and a glass of champagne in the spa later?’ Was Maddisyn’s pampering suggestion.

I smiled in appreciation. ‘Sounds wonderful Maddisyn, you think of everything.’

Maddisyn has a soft and caring nature and a gift for putting Guests at ease, turning a consultation into a visit. When she spoke, her voice is soft and gentle with a spiritual quality. I didn’t find her Anadolu Yakası Travesti attention smothering or intrusive, so natural and genuine is her interest in her Guests.

I removed my high-heels and curled up on the couch. I began reflecting on what had brought me to the Practice and Doctor Love’s care. Stan was my first serious boyfriend and we were partners for almost 10 years before we parted several years ago. I’d wished we’d done it sooner. Our initial attraction didn’t last. I wanted more from the relationship and Stan was content with the arrangement and that’s what it was in the end.

I thought love would replace lust over time but it didn’t. Sex kept Stan in the relationship and it was ending it for me. Stan’s idea of a romantic evening was drinks at a bar where he spent more time with his mates than me and then ‘bedding’ me when we got home. Sex was neither intimate or gentle and rarely enjoyable. I felt more like his plaything than his loving partner. I decided I wanted more from life, but haven’t found it yet.

‘I thought you might like some cheesecake with your coffee,’ Maddisyn kindly suggested as she placed a silver tray on the coffee table.

‘Thank you. It looks lovely!’ I exclaimed.

The cheesecake was topped with strawberries, drizzled with dark chocolate and dusted with icing sugar. How could I resist? Maddisyn went to the lounge to prepare the spa while I enjoyed the treat and returned to my thoughts.

There have been a couple of other men in my life since. None of the relationships lasted more than a few months. We wanted different things and I didn’t want another Stan. I realised I was being taken advantage of and not appreciated for the person I was. The relationships seemed so shallow and unfulfilling. I haven’t been with another man for almost 12 months now, so disillusioned I had become about finding true love.

The consultations with Doctor Love have been amazing and helped me understand my sexual issues I didn’t fully understand until now. He listened to me and appreciated how I felt. He helped me discover what I wanted in my love life as we worked through the issues together. I found his observations and thoughts enlightening and helped me to decide what I wanted to do. This evening is another step on that journey.

I’m pleased with how I look for late 30s with soft feminine curves still in all the right places. I’ve always felt fortunate to have an olive completion and natural blonde hair. I just seem to attract the wrong type of guy. I won’t make that mistake again. There’s more to me than pretty face. I’m still hopeful mister right is looking for me.

‘Your spa is ready,’ Maddisyn announced standing near the doorway to the Guest Lounge.

I collected my high-heels and walked barefoot to the lounge. The lounge is another delightful room with restroom facilities for Guests to freshen up before seeing Doctor Love. I’d often thought of having a spa and decided that tonight was the night. Maddisyn had worked her magic again. Scented candles lined the edge of the tub and their delicate perfume and flickering flames created an alluring atmosphere.

‘Ooh . . . that’s beautiful,’ I sighed turning to glance at Maddisyn who looked pleased with my reaction.

‘You get settled in the spa and I’ll bring you the champagne, said Maddisyn adding, there’s a selection of foaming bath salts on the table and you’ll find the spa settings over there, indicating the controls. My favourite is Bubble Fun but I suggest the low setting or you’ll fill the tub — enjoy!’

I selected Maddisyn’s favourite and set the spa in motion. I slipped out of my clothing and stepped into the spa as it filled with sweet-smelling bubbles. My skin soon felt soft and silky to touch as I lay in the warm water covered in bubbles. I took in their delightful fragrance as the candle flames danced around me. The spa is set in a window with a view of a private courtyard garden. Illuminated, it revealed a gorgeous display of ferns in various colours and sizes and delicate trailing plants abounded. It’s an enchanting setting to enjoy a spa.

There was a knock at the door and Maddisyn entered with the champagne, placing it next to me on the edge of the spa tub.

‘That’s a beautiful dress, she commented. It felt lovely as I was hanging it up.’

I loved how Maddisyn dressed and was pleased with her comment. ‘I’m wearing it for the first time this evening.’

‘Would you like help with your hair and makeup when you’re dressed?’ Maddisyn offered.

‘Yes please, I mumbled taking a sip of champagne. In about 20 minutes, I don’t want Doctor Love to be kept waiting.’

‘You’ll be worth waiting for, Maddisyn replied as she started to leave. Turning and pausing at the door with a lovely smile she added, Doctor Love will be delighted to see you when you’re ready.’

That’s what I like about the Practice, being treated like a Guest. I relaxed in the tub thinking about tonight’s consultation. With Doctor Antalya Travesti Love’s help, I came to realise I needed to be more assertive in terms of my sexual relationship with men. His consultations were wonderful. Our intimate discussions just naturally flowed without any awkwardness and I don’t think I’ve ever been embarrassed. I enjoy his company as much as our discussions and his help.

Doctor Loved made me realise what I desired in a relationship and why I settled for less. I needed to be more in control and not dictated to. What was acceptable and what wasn’t needed to be established and it was okay to so no. Sex was for the pleasure of both of us and neither should dominate, demand or take advantage of the other.

It sounded so simple lying here in the spa, sipping champagne. Talking and thinking about it was one thing, putting it into practice was another. I didn’t want to disappoint Doctor Love.

I got out of the tub and the sumptuous cotton towels felt smooth against my skin. I put on matching black lacy panties and bra I also purchased and slipped into my dress. I explored the perfumes and body lotions available and applied the most exquisite scented fragrance I’d ever tried.

Standing in front of the mirror, I smiled at how lovely the dress looked. It was worth the hours I’d spent looking for a special dress for this evening. Enticingly draped from my shoulder, my eyes were drawn to my deep full breasts cupped in the lacy bra. I was admiring myself in the mirror when Maddisyn knocked and entered.

‘You look stunning! Maddisyn exclaimed with genuine emotion and standing in front of me, scanning my dress. Do you mind a suggestion?’

‘No, go ahead,’ I eagerly replied, feeling excited about the new dress and Maddisyn’s attention.

‘I wouldn’t wear the bra. It’s such a lovely dress and it suits your figure perfectly. I really don’t think it’s needed,’ she added trying to persuade me.

‘Okay . . .,’ I hesitatingly replied.

Looking in the mirror, I saw her point. Some of the bra was visible. Going bra-less would be something new for me but I was becoming a little excited at the reflection in the mirror.

‘Do you have a necklace to wear?’ She inquired.

‘No, the only jewellery I have is the bracelet I’m already wearing,’ I sighed.

‘I have one that will look lovely and complement the bracelet. You take off the bra and I’ll get it,’ she added.

I noticed the excitement in Maddisyn’s step which accentuated the swing of her hips as she left the lounge. She has a gorgeous youthful body. Her bright eyes complimented her infectious smile and she’s blessed with petite rounded breasts and a slender waist. Maddisyn has great dress sense and wore her makeup stylishly. You couldn’t help but admire her and I very much appreciated her help.

Maddisyn returned and fitted the necklace around my neck and positioned it in my cleavage. ‘Perfect and fits beautiful,’ she smiled a little excitedly.

It did look lovely and I was much happier with the way I looked. It was the stunning dress that I imagined it would be. Maddisyn assisted with my hair and makeup. She was much quicker than I would have been given her previous work at beauty and day spars.

We both looked in the mirror and perused what we had created. Maddisyn once again positioned herself in front of me to scan my dress. Her gaze fixed on my cleavage, she adjusted the opening of the dress to expose my breasts a little more and repositioned the necklace. The touch of her long slender fingers between my dress and breasts was tender and stimulating. My nipples began to harden like little nuggets.

Maddisyn lifted her face to mine, wetting her parted lips with her tongue and giving a cheeky wink, she signalled her approval. I felt incredibly sexy and desirable. I was in control and I knew what I wanted.

I loved the confident and classy sound my high-heels made striking the polished Baltic Pine floor along the passageway as I made my way to Doctor Love’s suite. My breasts swinging loose underneath the soft fabric of the dress, heightening my state of arousal as the material teased my budded peaks. Shivers of excitement ran through my body as I approached the suite.

It wasn’t like any other doctor’s consulting rooms. The suite has high ornate ceilings with decorative cornices and ceiling rosettes that were throughout the building. A chandelier gave a feeling of elegance and it’s furnished with period furniture. I felt relaxed sitting on the plush couch with its soft cushions. The suite certainly doesn’t have that doctor’s practice feel about it. The décor is just as warm and comforting as the Guest areas. I found the intimate and cosy atmosphere made our discussion about my sexual relationships easier.

I cast a last critical eye over my dress covering my feminine curves. My aroused was obvious, budding through the silky-smooth fabric. The door was open as usual. Doctor Love was at his desk, a necessity for his work Ataşehir Travesti in such an otherwise luxuriously appointed room. He noticed me enter the room and I shut the door.

‘Hello Trudy, make yourself comfortable, his warm welcome accompanied with his familiar lovely smile. You look absolutely beautify and that dress is stunning.’

They were the words I had wanted to hear. I inwardly breathed a sigh of relief. I wasn’t surprised. Doctor Love is always charming and thoughtful. I’d come to appreciate old-fashioned courtesy of an older gentleman during our consultations. He is nothing like Stan or other guys I’d dated. The aged difference was obvious but he’s enchanting, charismatic, meticulously groomed and always well-dressed in a suit. They were all the things I’d come to admire in Doctor Love. The evening was off to the start we’d planned.

‘Thank you,’ I replied as we made our way to the couches.

I waited to see where we were going to sit but he just stood there gazing at me. I could feel the warmth of his eyes on mine. Then travelling down my cleavage and exposed breasts to my flowing dress and settle on my black high-heels. My heart thumped away in my chest so hard I thought Doctor Love may have heard it during the silent pause. I knew Doctor Love was good-looking but the lovely smile that formed on his face and the glint in his eyes was a surprising turn on. I’d never had such a strong attraction to him before.

‘Is anything the matter?’ I inquired, although sensing there wasn’t.

‘Ooh . . . forgive me, he replied appearing stunned. I was going to say something but I forgot it a soon as I looked at you.’

It was the most romantic thing anyone had ever said to me. He was so genuine and physically moved, I could tell. The rush of adrenalin felt wonderful. The evening had hardly begun and Doctor Love was doing amazing things to my mind and body. We sat next to each other on the couch and I could feel a warm moistness forming between my legs.

We knew it wouldn’t be a normal consultation but things were turning more exciting than I thought. Doctor Love normally sat opposite on the other couch. The lighting was lower than normal and soft music filled the room. Doctor Love sat close to me and I could feel the warmth of his presence. He leaned forward into the conversation and his gaze focused on me more intensely in a sensual way. I could feel my heart beating wildly as I looked into his eyes, softer than I’d ever noticed before. Doctor Love seemed more relaxed as we talked and his smile was sweet and generous as he listened. He was attentive and his velvet voice even smother than usual.

Placing a hand on his arm and crossing my legs in his direction to get even closer not to miss a single word, caused my dress to ride up my thigh. The brief sweep of his gaze of my thigh was arousing, leaving me bereft as his eyes returned to mine.

Doctor Love leant over and gently brushed some strands of hair across my forehead. Others would have leered at the exposed skin and saw it as an opportunity, or even an invitation to pounce. I could feel the sexual tension building between us. Not raw unbridled lust. I wouldn’t have believed it, feeling this way just sitting with Doctor Love.

‘Your hair looks lovely. Is it a new style?’ He gazed into my eyes patiently waiting for a reply.

‘Maddisyn kindly did my hair and makeup,’ I replied and feeling the need to moisten my dry lips, I replicated what Maddisyn had done earlier.

‘She’s done it wonderfully, he replied. You look lovely.’

His compliment drew a broad smile. I felt excited and increasingly aroused as we talked. There is something about an older man I was finding attractive. Not quite a secret craving, but something intriguing and desirable nevertheless. I just sat there taking in his charming company and gentlemanly manner, qualities I had dreamt of in a younger man. Not only is he a charming gentleman, I discovered there is something undeniable sexy about Doctor Love.

Relaxed and enjoying his company, I started to admire the ambience of the suite Doctor Love had created for our consultation. The term ‘consultation’ suddenly appearing less appropriate.

‘I love the selection of music,’ I commented suddenly become conscious of it. So engaged had we been I almost overlooked it.

‘Do you dance?’ Doctor Love surprisingly asked.

‘Yes, but not very well,’ I laughed.

He stood up and extended his hand. ‘Dance with me?’

‘What here, now!’ I playfully exclaimed with a sensual fuelled blush.

‘Nobody will see us and you’re dressed for dancing, he replied with a tempting smile. Besides, why wouldn’t I like to hold such a beautify woman in my arms?’

It was as if his words were caressing my emotions and I longed for him to caress my body. Doctor Love took me in his arms and we moved as one to the slow beat of the music. A quiet sigh escaped. I felt the smooth and gentle touch of his hand on my lower bare back, sending a shiver along my spine. His breath caressed the side of my face. Another sigh drifted over my lips. I had never known such levels of pleasure in the arms of another man.

Doctor Love pausing beside his desk. ‘I haven’t offered you a drink. Would you like champagne?’ He suggested apologetically.

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