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When I walked into the house, I wasn’t quiet about it. I had my earbuds in, the music screaming in my ears as I slammed the door behind me. I tossed my keys on the coffee table in front of the couch and my oversized bag that was loaded down with books I’d just checked out at the library thudded to the floor as I headed into the kitchen. After grabbing a clean glass from the cabinet, I slammed the cabinet door shut, then ran some water into the cup. Anyone who was in the house had to know I was there.

When the song I was listening to ended, I unplugged the earbuds from my phone and ripped them from my ears, tossing the buds and the phone on the kitchen counter.

That was when I heard it. It sounded like moans. I paused, taking stock of my surroundings. My roommate’s car wasn’t there. It couldn’t be her and her boyfriend going at it. In fact, it didn’t even sound like her. It sounded like a man. He sounded like he was in pain.

I followed the sounds down the hallway to my opened bedroom door. Not thinking, I pushed the door the rest of the way opened and froze.

Ben Ashley, friend of my roommate’s boyfriend, was naked and bent over in front of the dresser mirror. He had a butt plug in one hand, slowly working the slippery object into his asshole. His other hand was pulling one cheek from the other, trying to make room to slide the toy into him. He was moaning loudly, eyes closed tightly as he slowly pushed the widening plug in. I could see his cock, hard and violently red, proudly standing at attention.

All the noise I’d made when I got home had not alerted him to me. But the soft gasp that escaped my lips certainly drew his eyes to me.

The butt plug fell from his hand and his eyes widened when he saw me. His face turned bright red, redder than it had been from exertion. He ripped the blanket off the bed and wrapped it around himself.

“Mason! What are you doing here?” he exclaimed.

After hesitating for a moment, I replied, “I live here.”

“Don’t tell Lily or Mike,” he pled, speaking of my roommate and her boyfriend.

I shook my head. “Why would I tell them? Whatever gets you off.”

“I’m not gay!” he blurted. His legs collapsed and he plopped onto the bed.

“I didn’t say you are.” I looked around. “Why my room?”

He closed his eyes. “I needed a mirror… It’s just…something I want to try that my ex wasn’t into.”

I remembered Lily mentioning the breakup and asking if I minded it he slept on the couch for a bit until her boyfriend’s roommate moved out so he could move in there. It was hard to concentrate when all I could think about was him with that toy pressed into his ass.

“It seems…” I thought for a moment. “Difficult to do it alone.”

He nodded, opening his eyes and letting them fall to the floor. He was staring at the plug. I slowly walked over and picked it up by the wide base. I glanced over at him and he was looking at me. “You won’t tell them?” he whispered. I shook my head and he held out his hand for the plug. I hesitated.

“I could…help.”

“What do you mean?” he asked, his voice still a whisper.

I looked around and found bagcilaronline.com his open bottle of lube. I walked over and grabbed it, turning the bottle upside down and pouring a hefty amount on the plug. I looked up and he was watching me. I set the bottle back down and started to spread the lube over the plug. “Turn around,” I managed to say, suddenly feeling breathless. He stood, turning away from me and letting the blanket fall. He looked back at me as he bent over the side of the bed. I grabbed the lube and took the few steps to him. He gasped when the cold lube poured from the bottle onto his partially opened asshole. He gripped the sheets in his hands as I nudged his legs apart. I held the plug in one hand, closing the lube bottle and tossing it on the bed with the other. I caught some lube with a finger as it ran towards his balls. I ran a finger around his hole and he arched his back, spreading his cheeks for me. I dipped the tip of my middle finger into his ass and he gasped. I slowly pushed my finger in, shoving the lube in. He moaned, his ass gripping my finger.

“Relax,” I whispered, and he did. I pumped my finger in and out shallowly a few times before retracting it completely.

“No!” he whimpered, pushing his ass out to me.

I pushed two fingers in and he shuddered, gripping the sheets tighter.

“Yes,” he hissed through clenched teeth. I looked up towards his face. His eyes were closed, the side of his face pressed into the mattress.

After a few shallow pumps, I added a third finger while watching his face. His mouth was open, his breath coming out in quick bursts. I slowly pushed my fingers deeper, deeper, until they were all in. “Breathe,” I whispered, and the air he’d been holding came out in a gasp.

“You’ve done this before,” he said a few moments later, after catching his breath.

I couldn’t help smiling. “I have,” I admitted. “Is it how you’ve imagined so far?”

He licked his lips, opening his eyes to look back at me. “Even better.”

I slid my fingers from his ass, holding up the plug. “Ready?” He quickly nodded.

I pulled my eyes from his to concentrate on my mission. I bit my bottom lip as I lined the plug up with his open hole. He wiggled his hips when the plug touched his hole, making it slide in a little.

The tip was the size of the tip of a finger, getting bigger as you went down the four-inch length. At its widest, it was three fingers across all around. I looked back up to his face as it slowly entered him. I was surprised to find him studying my face, his mouth opened and his eyes partially glazed over.

“Is this turning you on?” he asked in a huff of air, then moaned.

I didn’t think before nodding. The plug was halfway in. I pushed deeper and he cried out. I pulled out a little.

“Please please please don’t stop!” He pushed his ass out to me. “Shove it in. I need it all!”

I obliged, shoving it hard in his ass until the widest part popped past and his hole tightened around the thin part attached to the base. He cried out like an animal, humping his cock against the bed. I pressed a palm against atakoymarka.com the flat part of the base, pushing it into a circle. I ran my other hand down to softly grip his balls.

“Oh, fuck yes!” he cried out. “Oh god I wanna come so bad!”

I removed my palm from the plug, leaning over him and putting my hand on the bed to hold myself up, letting the tips of my hair brush against his back and cheeks. “Stand up,” I whispered. He ceased all movement, giving a small nod. I stood up, letting my hands fall away and stepping back. I watched him slowly push himself to stand, turning to face me. I had to force myself to look away from his cock. It was red, engorged, and begging to be relieved. His hands were shaking but his eyes were unwavering on me. I forced myself to avoid his eyes as well.

I walked around behind him, turning him towards the mirror on the dresser. “Look at how hot you look,” I whispered in his ear. I pushed my hand against the base of the plug, making him jump. He pushed his ass back onto the plug. “Look at that cock. Begging to be touched. Touch it.” One of his shaky hands wrapped around his cock. I pushed against the plug and his grip tightened. He slowly started stroking his cock. I pushed at the plug in time with his strokes and he sped up. His moaning got louder the faster we both moved.

“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. I’m going to come!” he cried out.

With my free hand, I knocked his hand away from his cock and gripped tightly around the base of his cock, keeping him from coming. He screamed, his body twitching as a partial orgasm washed over him. When he came back down, his cock was still hard. He looked down and whimpered.

“Again,” he whined. I let my hand drop away and he quickly grabbed it. “Please, Mason, please!” He turned around, tightly holding my hand. He kissed my cheek, my chin, my other cheek, my neck, pressing his shaking body against mine. His cock pressed into my thigh. His hips thrust involuntarily, his cock rubbing against my jeans. I tried not to think about how much I liked that. “Touch me,” he whimpered, pleading. I lifted the hand he wasn’t gripping, letting a finger trail up his arm. He shivered. He continued to kiss my neck, alternating between licks, nips, and sucks. It was hard pretending that didn’t affect me. I ran my fingers through his hair and grabbed a handful, pulling him away from my neck.

“Touch your cock,” I said. He wrapped one hand around it. “Both,” I said. “Hand over hand. Fuck your hands slowly. Squeeze your cock tight.” I watched as he did exactly as I said. His breath was shallow, his pumps into his hands slow. I could tell it was tough for him not to move faster. I let my hand drop from his hair as I stepped towards the bed. “I know what’s missing,” I snapped my fingers. “Moisture.” I grabbed the lube and walked back to him. “Open your hands.” He did. Of course, he did. He wanted to come and I had his cock wrapped around my finger. I poured lube in his hands and told him to resume. He was louder then. He fucked his hands with more determination. He wanted to fuck them faster. “That feel good?” I asked, trailing a finger around one bakirkoymarka.com of his nipples.

“Yes,” he hissed.

“Better than a pussy?” I asked.

“I doubt it’s anything like yours.”

It took me a moment to realize what he’d said. It took me by surprise. “You imagining you’re fucking me?” I asked, pinching a nipple between two fingers. He moaned.

“Yes,” he hissed. “I want to bury myself in you!”

I let my hand fall and step back. He moans and falls to his knees. With him watching me, I slowly start to undress myself. I lift my shirt over my head and toss it across the room, my bra following closely behind. I kick my shoes off, unbuttoning my pants and letting them fall at my feet. I stand there in my panties for a moment, feeling his eyes roaming all over me. I let them drop to my feet, but bend down to pick them up. I drop to my knees before him.

“Open your mouth.” He does. I shove the panties in his mouth. His eyes close and he moans. I crawl closer, moving his hands from his cock. I aim his cock at my pussy, letting him push between my closed legs. His cock rubbed against me and he moaned through the panties. I ran my hands up his arms and wrapped my arms around his neck, pressing my body to his as he thrust into me. His hands were on my back, pulling me tightly to him. My lips parted and I jumped when I felt his cock rub against my clit. I pushed myself against him and felt what I knew was going to be a big orgasm. I was unaware of the panting coming from my mouth. He wasn’t though. He dug his fingers into my ass and pushed me just right against his cock.

“Fuck fuck fuck I’m coming!” I cried out. He did not stop. He went faster. My body felt like it seized up, holding his cock tightly against me. He whimpered as he fucked harder and harder. As my orgasm ended, I spread my legs and arched my back just right, letting the head of his cock burrow into me. He screamed behind my panties, his eyes rolling shut. I lifted a leg, putting my foot on the floor to open myself wider. He sunk even more into me. But still not completely. I pulled myself off him and turned around, backing onto his cock. His fingers dug into my hips and he slowly sank into me. He was taking his time. I reached back between my legs until I felt the base of the butt plug. I pushed it up and he slammed into me. I cried out.

“Fuck me!” I begged. He did. He fucked me hard. I knew I wouldn’t be able to walk properly the next day. I didn’t care. I just needed to come again. That’s all I wanted.

I tugged on his balls and he pushed deep into me. It was my turn to scream.

He pulled out of me, flipped me over onto my back, spread my legs and shoved his cock in me. I was seeing stars. I reached up and pulled my panties out of his mouth, tossing them aside, and his mouth was on mine. He did not let up with his fucking until I had managed three more orgasms. Only then did he mention him coming. I pushed against his chest and had him lay down on the floor. I spread his legs and crawled between them. He watched as I stroked his cock once, twice, then swallowed as much of it as I could. As my head bobbed up and down on him, I pushed against the butt plug at the same speed. It wasn’t long before he was thrusting into my mouth, his cock sliding into my throat. I adjusted and easily take it, tugging his balls to urge his orgasm on.

He was noisy. He kept saying my name. He begged. He pleaded. And when he came, all he did was scream.

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Lana dozed dreamily on her side in the early morning light. Through the veil of half sleep she felt Drews hardness probe between her legs. Unconsciously, her tight cunt had already begun to moisten at the attention being paid to her bald slit. Drews hands slipped over her side and began to gently tug on her nipples increasing the wetness between her legs and drawing her slowly awake.

As Lanas desire increased, she placed her hands over top of Drews in order to encourage him to manipulate her nipples more vigorously. It was only then that she realized that the fingers tugging her nipples were not the thick manly hands of Drew..but rather they were long and tapered, with equally long tapered nails.

Lana came awake with a start. If the fingers were Dianes, then the hardness between her thighs was..???

Diane whispered “Relax little one, and enjoy. Its time that tight little cunt was filled”. Lana reached down and felt the hard plastic dildo slowing making its way into her slit. As she continued her exploration she felt the edges of the strap on harness Diane had slipped on minutes earlier.

Dianes other hand slipped between Lanas thighs and began a practiced manipulation of the young blondes clit. The previous afternoon, and well into the night Diane and Lana had enjoyed each other, rarely moving from the enormous bed. Many of Lanas fantasies had come to fruition over those hours of total abandonment.

Diane gestured for Lana to move onto her hands and knees, and Lana quickly complied. Diane knelt behind Lana and began teasing her engorged cunt lips with the tip of the plastic cock, while teasing her clit with her long painted nails. Lana could no longer stand the teasing and moaned “Please, please fuck me…I need it so bad” Diane slipped the cock quickly into the dripping cunt of the young blonde and began rapidly thrusting. Lana screamed with the feeling of being well and truly fucked. As Dianes movements increased in rapidity she let go of Lanas clit and grabbed a fistful of Lanas long thick blonde hair, pulling it violently back. As Diane continued to ride her protégé, Lana replaced her hand on her clit with her own her own long nails as blur as she rapidly stroked herself. The two women came to the same rhythm, Diane banging Lanas cunt as the young girl slammed her hips back to capture the full length of the dildo.

Soon Lana started to moan loudly one long chant Oh God, Oh God,ohgodohgodohgodohgodohgod ohgod, OH GOD!!!!!!!!!!!!! Lanas back arched as the orgasm crashed thru her. Diane with all of her experience, had never seen somebody release the way Lana had over the last several hours. It was as if she had been saving up her orgasmic energies for years.

Over the next few minutes the two women lay curled in each others arm until Diane said “Okay enough fun for one day…and night. You’ve got some training scheduled today, and if you take to that training the way you’ve taken to this…then escortkagithane.org I know Drew will be very well looked after” she smiled. Lana groaned and began to slide her hands down over Dianes tanned belly making their way towards the cleft in the older blondes thighs. “Oh no” Diane chuckled “Up and at em….we’ll grab some breakfast at the deli on the ground floor of the office. Now hit the showers” she playfully swatted Lana on the ass.

When Lana stepped out of the shower Diane had completed her own morning routine . After helping Lana with her new makeup regime, Diane again helped Lana pick an outfit for her first full day at the office. With Diane’s encouragement Lana settled on a semi sheer white silk blouse, a short black skirt made out of the softest, buttery leather Lana had ever felt, and a pair of black, strappy sandals over top of black stockings and garter belt. Originally Lana had slipped a bra on, but with Dianes coaching , she was persuaded to leave that behind. Her firm, high, breasts with their prominent nipples were quite visible thru the silk, but Diane assured her that she now looked like one of the “Enigma women”. When Lana walked in her heels, her tits displayed the most delightful jiggle.

The two women jumped in Diane’s roadster and headed of to the office.

Lana was still quite self-conscious of her attire, but was pleasantly surprised to see that a number of the women complemented her on her outfit, one of them even suggesting that the Boss would be very pleased with her choice.

Lana filled the rest of the day in meetings and briefings. Towards the end of the day she was in a meeting with the “girls from finance” as they had introduced themselves. Like almost all of the women in the office, they were obviously devoted to Drew. All of them were dressed in what Diane had called “elegantly slutty” Any reservations Lana may have had about her outfit disappeared during the day.

The meeting was almost over when the women were interrupted by the phone ringing. Nancy, a gorgeous brunette in a tight white sundress, picked up the phone listened for a moment and nodded towards Lana. “That was Diane she needs to see you in her office right away”

When Lana walked into Dianes office she saw Diane on the telephone in an animated conversation in an Eastern European accent’ Diane smiled warmly and motioned her to one of the leather easy chairs.. When Diane finished she sat on the arm of the chair and affectionatley stroked Lana’s blonde tresses. “How has your day been little one??” Lana briefly filled Diane in on the days activities.

Diane slid down and sat in the chair with Lana “ I have some bad news. The federal government in the Czech Republic is giving our local management a hard time, and its time that somebody in authority was on the ground there. That means me. So………we’ve got the day tomorrow then I’m on a plane tomorrow night. I had hoped escortortakoy.com to spend more time with you and do the hand over when Drew gets back. I don’t think that’s possible. I’ve discussed this with him and he agrees I should get over there ASAP.” The older woman was clearly sad at her abrupt departure.

“That being said, I have total confidence in you. The staff here will do whatever they need to do to support you, and of course I’m an email and a phone call away. Lets put in a couple more hours of work…then I think I’ll drop you at your apartment so I can pack without any distractions” Diane chuckled with a devilish smile

The next day was a flurry of activity as Diane made preparations to leave. Some of those details she left with Lana. At the end of the day the two women—now fast friends—slipped out of the office for a goodbye drink.

Diane put her long fingers on Lanas “I cant tell you what the last week has meant to me. I have watched you flower and grow, and couldn’t be happier that you will be taking my place” Lana started to object. “Shush now little one…make me proud by looking after Drew the very best you can”

The women were interrupted by the maitre’d letting Diane know that her limo had arrived. As Lana walked her friend and mentor to the Dina fumbled in her purse. As they reached the door and the driver opened it for Diane, she placed something in Lana’s palm. It was the keys to her car. “I wont be needing this for sometime….I want you to have it. Enjoy it and make sure you give any man watching you get out of it, the flash of a lifetime!!!”

The two tearfully hugged and Diane was gone.

Lana spent the next couple of days frantically trying to get up to speed. Since Drew’s city house was wired for high speed access, she had been staying there. But now Friday had come and there was nothing left to do but prepare for Monday and Drew’s return.

Monday morning Lana arose very early determined to make an impression on Drew. As she slipped into the outfit she had carefully chosen for her first day Lana was torn between a serious case of nerves…and a serious case of moist pussy. The image of Drew sitting , with Diane enthusiastically sucking his thick cock kept playing itself over and over in her head.

For the day she had chosen a simple, very short red halter dress which tied behind her neck. The back plunged nearly to the cleft of her ass, showing off her smooth tanned skin. The dress was quite fitted so that Lana could not wear anything underneath it, with the exception of the tiniest gstring, the lace of which rubbed teasingly across Lanas bare cunt. Lana wore white spike sandals and some simple jewelry.

Lana arrived at the office at 6.a.m. Much to her surprise, Drew was already there. Lana knocked tentatively on his open door. The big man looked up and smiled “Come in, come in!! he boomed. Lana moved into the office as Drew beyogluweb.com motioned to her. “Welcome to Enigma! Now lets have a look at you….” Drew stood up from behind the desk and with frank appraisal enjoyed what he saw. “You look stunning…now lets get to work” With that he began to detail some of Lana’s workday.

For the rest of the day Lana was in and out of Drews office many times. With the exception of a single instance when Lana had been standing beside Drew behind his desk and he had casually slid his hand over the back of her bare thigh, Drew all but ignored her. Lana found it more than frustrating.

As the day came to a close the young blonde quietly closed and locked her office door. She purposely walked into Drews office , into the alcove where the liquor cabinet stood. Drew continued to be absorbed by a spreadsheet on his computer.

“Can I pour you a drink?? Lana queried. Without looking up, Drew grunted in the affirmative. “Is this enough” Lana asked. Drew looked up to see and stared straight into the eyes of a vision. Lana stood naked, holding a heavy crystal glass. Her halter dress lay in a puddle at her feet. She was fully and evenly tanned with the exception of the outline of her thong bikini bottom. The gstring had been disposed off earlier that day after becoming soaked with Lana’s cunt juice.

Drew turned to face her as Lana strode slowly across the carpet. Placing the drink in Drews hands she slowly began to sink to her knees. She was surprised when Drew tried to stop her “You don’t need to do this Lana” Drew whispered “But I want to” Lana quickly replied. Cautiously at first, Lana began to stroke Drews growing hardness thru his woolen slacks. As she unzipped his trousers she looked at him and said “I don’t think I can do this as well as Diane…but if you’ll teach me…..I want to please you” Drew nodded.

Lana took Drew’s thick cock into her tiny hand and begun to stroke the length. A large bead of clear precum began to leak from the tip. Lana smeared it over the head of Drews cock before bending and swirling her tongue over the same area and licking it off. In an attempt to make up for in enthusiasm what she lacked inexperience, Lana began to vigorously suck Drews cock. Intermittently he had took his hand and directed her efforts. As she began to get the idea, Lana could feel Drew begin to throb and harden in her mouth. The knowledge that she was beginning to please her Boss caused an immediate reaction and Lanas other hand found its way between her legs.

Soon she could feel Drew begin to thrust his cock gently deeper into her mouth. This repetition of her longstanding fantasy was enough to send Lana over the edge, followed quickly by Drew, who began to pump a thick stream of cum into Lanas mouth. In her frenzied state, Lana greedily gobbled up all she could of Drews cum, yet still a little rope trickled down her chin. As she gazed adoringly into Drews eyes he leant down and scooped the remaining cum from Lana’s chin and fed it to her on the end of his thick finger.

I’d like to thank all of those who have written me asking for another installment of Lanas adventures. Unfortunatley, real life sometimes gets in the way. My apologies for the delay

Thanks for your patience.

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The night air is cool, but cleansing as you take deep breaths, feeling invigorated and energized. You walk slowly down the darkened street, past a laundry mat that is open until 1 a.m. according to the sign. You glance into the window and watch as you see me holding up a pair of red thong panties. I fold them slowly with care, smoothing them gently with my long well manicured nails. I pick up a pair of lavender lace panties with black trim and fold them with the same care as the other pair. Slowly licking my sensual lips, I pick up my favorite black see through nightie and hold it against my body. As I turn towards the window I notice you standing with your hands pressed against the glass. Smiling with amusement, I hold the nightie the way it would cover my body, letting you take notice that it has nipple cut outs. Glancing over I can tell you are paying close attention.

I hear the door open and see you walk in slowly with a smile, and a hard on. I nod and continue folding my lovely garments I look over to the far corner and make sure the elderly attendant is still sleeping soundly, soap opera digest still gripped in her hands. You walk past me to the candy machine and I silently follow you, then stand behind you as you pretend to make a selection. Leaning forward, I put my chin on your shoulder and feel your body stiffen as I press against your back, allowing you to feel my rock hard nipples through the thin black shirt I am wearing.

*whispering*

“Bet I am sweeter than anything there.”

Walking off, I can sense you following me as I return to the corner nisantasiescort.com alcove , back to the folding table. I sit on the table, placing my laundry in a basket pretending not to notice you. You make your presence known by stroking my cheek and tilting my face up to meet your gaze. I smile as you lean forward and give me a soft, that becomes more passionate, more intense. I feel your tongue part my lips, then slide into my mouth to explore and tease my own tongue.

I wrap my arms around you pressing your body tightly against mine. You grasp my thighs firmly with strong fingers and slowly part them. My chest heaves as your hands explore my breasts, then roams across my stomach, stroking my hips, your mouth still devouring mine. You slide your hands between my thighs and I gasp as I feel your finger tips quickly pass over my pussy, I moan and press forward with urgent need. You pull back and with a smile slowly shake your head no. Impatiently I reach out to touch your hard cock, but again you shake your head and hold my hand back. With a smile you slowly pull my short skirt down and off, leaving me in my heels, thigh high black lace stockings and black silk thong panties. You slowly remove my shirt, then my black lace bra, allowing my soft tits to spring free. They bounce and sway as you lay me back on the table, tweaking my hard peach nipples, rolling them between your fingers.

Breathing in gasps, I close my eyes and swallow hard, my back arching as you tweak my nipples harder, squeezing and kneading them expertly with your escortcapa.com large hands.. I feel r one hand roaming across my body while the other pulls my panties down slowly, then off. You smell them, inhaling deeply of the wet juices then wink as you put them in your pocket. Starting at my ankle, you kiss your way up my inner thigh, I can feel your tongue through the lace stockings, licking and sucking my skin. Your lips set my flesh ablaze as you trail your tongue up my inner thigh. With your fingers, you part my wet, needy pussy, quickly flicking finger tips across my clit.

I cry out and buck my hips as you flick your tongue across my clit then suck it into your hungry mouth. I can see the old lady wake and look around, but quickly nod back off. You bury your face into my wet, tight pussy, your mouth clamping down on my clit, sucking and biting, I thrust my hips riding your face hard and fast. My chest heaves as you start driving your tongue deep and hard into my hot pussy hole, I feel your fingers start to trace my ass hole, then a finger thrusts in as you tweak my clit. I cry out sitting up at the same time. I see the old lady wake up, yawns sleepily, then put on a radio headset. You drive your tongue deeper, and I cum hard, my body trembling and my hips thrusting upward, filling your face and mouth with my juices. Shaking and gasping for air, you kiss me deep allowing me a generous taste of my own honey as you thrust your tongue once again deep into my mouth. I realize your finger is still in my ass, as you start to thumb my clit and suck escortfindikzade.com my nipples. You suck one then the other, burying your fingers deep, I gasp then cum again as you bite my nipple and tug it with your teeth.

You pull me down from the table and press me against the wall tummy first. I hear you unzip, then feel your cock rubbing across my ass and then my dripping pussy. I lean back against you as you lift my one foot off the floor and prop it on the edge of a chair, spreading my legs wide. You stroke my pussy while you thrust your hard cock in deep , lifting me off the floor. I moan out as you thrust again , holding me secure and tight against your body, again you thrust deeper. Your fingers tweak my clit and stroke across my ass as you thrust harder and faster, lifting me off the floor each time. I cry out, for more, and you oblige, thrusting so hard my face presses against the wall I moan but say nothing, thrusting my body against yours. Your cock throbs in my hungry hole, your balls tighten as you increase the pace. I hear you moan and feeling your body tremble as you wrap your fingers in my hair, “Cum for me, cum hard on my cock, Now!”

Thrusting so hard I lose my breath then get slammed fully against the wall as you explode in my aching pussy. I reach back to grasp your hips, pumping you into me deeper. You slowly pull you cock out and turn me around, guiding me into the chair. As you squirt the last of your hot cum across my face and tits I lick your twitching cock, sucking the cream as it gushes all over me. You stroke my hair as I lick your cum from my face, fingers, and tits, then I lick you clean. You lean down and kiss me as you zip up. With a smile, you hand me a card with your number. And simple say “Tomorrow night we do my laundry” With a wink you turn and leave, withdrawing my panties from your pocket and smelling them as you walk out the door.

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Long time reader, first time writer here. This is my first story! Let me know what you guys think. I don’t think I’ll continue this story, but I have many other ideas for different stories. Thanks!

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I was lying down on my bed and staring at the posters on my wall. The room that I shared with Colin was spacious enough; our beds separated by an empty space in the middle of the room. All the rooms in the building were similar to our layout.

Our room was a typical college kid’s room, flooded with books, random papers, and various electronics. I then began to think about how tonight’s events would unfold. My group of friends and I weren’t planning anything big, just to drink and hang out.

I was a few weeks into my second semester at this college; this being the third (and final) college I was attending. The first college I went to was only a two year school, and the next one I didn’t like too much and I also changed my major. But this school felt right; I fit in with a lot of the people here. This was the second semester I was attending. I didn’t realize this until after the fact, but this college also had a very high girl-to-guy ratio, almost 2 to 1. I was very thankful for this statistic, especially on walks to and from my classes.

I honestly couldn’t help but to stare at nearly every girl I walked by and fantasize about what it would be like fucking them. My mind was not judgemental; it was curious about all of the girls, even the not-so-attractive ones. Many times I would get caught eye-fucking them – I wondered that if when they caught my gaze would they have similar thoughts? Sometimes I would even catch some cute girls looking at me, especially at the gym. I couldn’t really manage to stop these thoughts, I hadn’t hooked up with a girl in a while and I was ready to sleep with just about any of them.

I hopped off my bed and glanced at my phone; it was 4 pm on a friday night. My friends and I would drink just about every friday and saturday night, and on some weekdays too. I walked to the other side of the room and took a look at myself in the mirror. I was wearing a Game of Thrones shirt and a pair of jeans; I had a few other Game of Thrones shirts as well as some Super Mario bros. and some DragonBall Z shirts. I had always been a bit nerdy, but now that I went to college I learned to embrace it rather than try to hide it. I didn’t really care what people thought of me anymore, if they didn’t like me because of my interests then fuck them.

I took off my shirt and flexed in the mirror. Through working out I was starting to show a lot of definition. At this point, I’d been going to the gym for a couple years. In high school I was a bit chubby. As I went to the gym, I quickly packed on the muscle but the weight came off a little slower. I also didn’t show as much muscle as I wanted; I was a lot stronger than most guys at the gym but for whatever reason their muscles were noticeably more defined than mine. But going to college helped me out, I started eating healthier and lost some extra weight, which was mostly fat. I started to notice girls looking at me for the first time, and this boosted my self confidence quite a bit.

I took my jeans and socks off and then I wrapped a towel around my waist. On my way out of the room I grabbed my shampoo, soap, and a washcloth. As I walked towards the showers, further down the hall I noticed a short, skinny, Indian girl with big tits that were basically pouring out of her shirt. Her tight red shirt did a great job of showing off her cleavage and matched the color of her lipstick, and she was also wearing loose sweatpants. An image quickly flashed through my head of my with lips wrapped around her dark nipples, and then of one of me pounding into her tight pussy while both my hands squeezed her perky brown tits and my fingers pinched her nipples.

I was suddenly brought back to reality when we awkwardly made eye contact. I quickly smiled and looked away as we crossed paths. It looked like her eyes were red and I thought I heard her giggle. I smoked weed a lot, and at least if I ever found myself in conversation with her then I knew I had an icebreaker. I could feel myself starting to get hard, but luckily it wasn’t a problem until I entered the bathroom.

As I walked into the bathroom I passed by a set of mirrors and couldn’t help but to look at myself again, this time to make sure I didn’t have anything weird on my face after just passing by that girl. My face looked alright after the inspection. My glasses looked clean and my hair looked good too. My hair was black and short on the sides and back, but longer on top, but was still short overall.

My chest, shoulders, and arms had been looking good for a while now, but I noticed my abs were starting to show. This really boosted my confidence and I couldn’t wait to get back in the gym to lose some more fat. I found myself hoping the the Indian girl was admiring me half as much as I wanted to fuck her. At this point I was comfortable around girls but I was still a little awkward mecidiyekoymarka.com so I had a tough time getting past simple conversation. I had always hoped that girls would make the first move on me. I had come a long way since high school though.

There were two showers in the bathroom but I noticed none of them were occupied. I stepped into one, hung my towel, and took off my pair of boxer-briefs. I started the shower and enjoyed the hot water on my skin; I could stand there for hours if the temperature stayed like this.

Shampooing my hair didn’t take long. I poured a little of the soap into the washcloth and started to clean my chest with my right hand. I let my left wander down to my cock and noticed that it was still a little hard. Over the years it took me a while to realize it but I knew that I was a little lucky in that department.

I was about 7.5″ and I was pretty thick too. I had only been with one girl before but my experience with her taught me that, with my size, it would be a good idea to take it slow with some girls. She was a cute, petite, short girl but she wasn’t a virgin; when we first had sex I hurt her a little from going too deep. She didn’t blame me because it was my first time but I tried to be more careful from then on. As time went on I tried to slowly fit more of myself into her but she didn’t really like that. A few times I actually bottomed out and I could feel myself hitting her cervix. Needless to say she REALLY didn’t like that.

I started to stroke myself while images quickly formed in my mind of me fucking that Indian girl.

“OH FUCK,” she screamed as I plunged further inside her. I was on top of her with her legs wrapped around my waist. I was going all the way in now as her arms were holding onto my neck for dear life. I could feel my balls slapping against her ass with each thrust I made. I went slow at first but now I was nearing the edge as I increased my pace, fucking her harder and deeper.

“Oh my god, I can’t believe what you’re doing to me, please fuck me harder,” she pleaded. Her body said the same thing as I felt her legs clinging tighter to me and one of her hands gripping my butt; pushing me further on into her each thrust. I pulled out of her which left her with a look of shock on her face. She opened her mouth to say something but decided better of it as I grabbed her legs by the ankles and put them on my shoulders, giving me a good opportunity to get even deeper. I started slow at first but quickly sped up the pace. It didn’t take much time for my hands to find her tits as I started to use them for leverage. I was now pistoning in and out of her pussy, at the end of each thrust her eyes would roll into the back of her head.

“Oh shit.” I whispered. My left hand grabbed ahold of the railing in the shower but my right kept pumping. My body shook a little as I shot a big load of cum at the shower wall. That was definitely one of the more powerful orgasms I’ve had in recent memory. I didn’t usually jerk off in the shower but my encounter with that girl left me with not much of a choice.

My shower was quickly interrupted as I felt ice cold water all over me. I turned off the shower as fast as I could and started to use my towel to dry myself off. The change in temperature wasn’t unusual but it pissed me off just the same.

After gathering my shower accessories I wrapped the towel around my waist again and headed towards my room. I saw my roommate on the way back to my room and judging from what he was carrying I could tell he was headed to the shower.

“Hey Shaun how was the shower?” Colin said.

“Hey dude, not too bad until the water turned to ice,” I replied.

“Fuck not again. Thanks for the warning.”

Colin was an OK roommate. He was a little shorter than me, had black hair, and wore glasses like me too. I enjoyed his company but he was usually consumed by his schoolwork. He would get his work done in the library so a lot of the time this left me with a free room.

I entered my room and finished drying off. As I put on my clothes and hung up my towel, I heard a knock at the door. I opened it and there stood Carl, he lived in the next room over and I met him in the beginning of the semester.

“So how was class?” Carl asked as he walked in.

“Not too bad,” I replied. “Same old stuff.”

“You drinking tonight?”

“Yeah man of course. I drink every weekend.”

“Alright let’s go on a beer run then.”

I then followed Carl to his car. Out of our group of friends, Carl and I were the only ones who could buy alcohol, so of course we always went on the beer runs.

Before driving away, Carl started to complain about a girl that kept texting him and wouldn’t leave him alone.

“Leah won’t stop bothering me. I think she wants to come over tonight.”

I had only met Leah a few times and I didn’t know much about her. Whenever I did see her she was glued to Carl but he usually just looked annoyed. He had been mentioning her a bit plusescort.com over the past week, always saying how he was trying to get rid of her. I knew that they hooked up a few times but it seemed that Carl was done with her and she wanted more. I guess I couldn’t really blame him; she was just an average looking girl in a college campus loaded with hot girls.

“So what are you gonna say to her?” I asked.

“I’m not sure. I don’t really want to hang out with her tonight she just annoys me.”

“Well you can’t just ignore her. She’s gonna find out we’re all hangin’ out anyways and make her way to our dorm one way or another.”

Carl gave in. “Yeah I guess you’re right. I might as well just tell her to come over and get it over with.”

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As we got back to our dorm I inspected my bag to make sure I didn’t forget anything. I saw a big bottle of cinnamon whisky – something I just started drinking and could go through really fast, and a tall can of beer. I always liked to mix it up when I drank, I hated drinking just one type of drink throughout the night.

A few hours passed after we got back from the beer run. It was starting to get late so I gathered my drinks and I left my room to make my way to another friend’s room where we all usually drank. On my way out I saw Carl and Leah walking towards Carl’s room. Carl just nodded at me and rolled his eyes but Leah smiled at me and gave me a quick hello.

Judging by her body language I could tell Leah was looking to get laid tonight. Too bad that Carl didn’t want any of that. I had seen it before where she would keep grabbing ahold of his arm and trying to get his attention in other ways but I didn’t think she’d have any luck with him tonight.

As for her clothing she was wearing jeans and a tight red blouse that emphasized her cleavage – damn her boobs looked nice tonight. She wore black glasses that looked pretty nice with her long straight black hair. Other than her chest there wasn’t much that would cause her to stick out in a crowd; her face and ass were nothing to write home about and she had a few extra pounds, definitely not a chubby girl by any means though. Overall she was a dorky looking girl, just barely shorter than me, but there was just something about her that made me want to tear off her clothes right there, bend her over, and just pound away.

After that brief encounter I found my way to my friend’s room and knocked. John and Evan lived in this room. I knew them through my roommate and we all decided to get rooms in the same building.

As the door opened the sound of loud music poured out into the hallway. John always liked to listen to music loudly and somehow Evan didn’t seem to mind.

“Hey buddy are you ready to turn up tonight? Gonna get shitfaced?” John asked.

“Yeah dude you know I get drunk every weekend. Probably won’t get shitfaced though.” I said as I pulled out my alcohol and placed it on John’s desk.

“Oh shit looks you’re ready to turn up right now,” John said.

Evan walked into the room and the three of us made small talk for a few minutes.

“So it looks like Leah will be making her way over tonight,” Evan said.

“Yeah I saw her with Carl on the way here. Carl didn’t seem too excited with her being there,” I responded.

“I almost feel bad for Carl,” said John, “Leah always finds a way to get him to talk to her. He won’t be hooking up with a girl anytime soon with her leeching onto him.”

I stayed silent. I didn’t want anyone to know about my attraction to her in case I was rejected. I decided I would try play it cool tonight; maybe stir up some light conversation with Leah and see where it goes.

There was a knock at the door and Evan got up to see who it was. He opened the door and Carl walked in followed closely by Leah. My eyes were suddenly fixed to her chest as she and Carl made their awkward greetings to us. Carl was probably aware that we were talking about Leah before they entered, but Leah was oblivious to this fact.

I studied her cleavage, which was being proudly displayed, as she and Carl sat down. I began to wonder what her tits looked like unclothed. They were about a C or D cup. If she took her bra off would they sag or would they stay where they are? Were her nipples big or small? Suddenly I noticed Leah was looking at me. Damnit – it was too early in the night to be caught staring, we weren’t even drunk yet.

I tried to look away before making eye contact but was unsuccessful. My face was quickly turning red as I tried think of ways to get myself out of this situation. At the very least she didn’t seem to mind too much; she had on the same smile she’d been wearing since she came into the room.

“Alright kids, let’s start this night off right,” John said, in an attempt to break the awkwardness. He then picked up his bottle of liquor.

We were all pouring ourselves a shot from our bottles when I noticed Leah didn’t have anything to drink.

“Hey Leah don’t topkapiescortbul.com you have anything to drink?” I asked

“No I’m only 20 and it’s so hard to find someone to buy me alcohol all the time,” she responded.

“Well that’s no reason not to get drunk,” I said, as I grabbed anything another shot glass and poured whiskey into it. I was always pretty generous about giving away alcohol when people had nothing to drink, and Leah wouldn’t be an exception tonight.

“Oh thank you! What is this?” She asked.

“It’s cinnamon whisky. It goes down hot but you don’t notice the alcohol too much,” I replied.

“I hope it’s good!”

We all clinked our shot glasses together and I downed my shot. It tasted exactly as I described it, a little hot but I didn’t taste the alcohol too much. I looked at Leah as she finished her shot and noticed a sour look on her face.

“Whew!” she said as she exhaled audibly. “I wasn’t expecting that! It wasn’t that bad though.” She giggled awkwardly as she finished her sentence.

“Well it will definitely get you drunk,” I told her.

“I hope so, it’s been awhile since I’ve had a good time,” she said as she smiled at me again.

The five of us chatted as we sipped on our drinks. I was nursing a beer and Leah was doing the same. She managed to get some sympathy from Evan and he had given her a beer so she would have something to drink. I noticed Leah was still pursuing Carl but she wasn’t as persistent as before. Carl was trying to distance himself from her by involving himself in other conversations so this must’ve discouraged her. The night went on and the drinks kept flowing as various visitors made their way in and out of Evan and John’s room. Groups of people and conversations started to form around the room which became more of a background noise as Leah and I found ourselves talking in the corner.

“So do you go to the gym?” She asked.

“Yeah I actually go about 3 or 4 times a week,” I responded.

“Oh wow I can tell! You look like you’re in great shape,” she said. Then she grabbed ahold of my right bicep and squeezed. “Your arms are so big and muscular!” she said and I noticed her bite her bottom lip for a split second.

“Yup, I do a lot of lifting with some cardio.”

“I would go but I never have anyone to go with and I’m scared of the weights.”

“You should come with me sometime I can show you how to lift weights and what exercises to do.”

“Hmm I’m not sure,” she said, “I don’t want to get too muscular and have these look all weird!” Leah said as she grabbed both of her boobs and gave them a squeeze.

This brought my eyes directly to her chest and I could feel my pants beginning to become tighter by the second. I tried to adjust myself but I wasn’t sure if she noticed or not. I fumbled for words as I tried to respond; my eyes lazily leaving her chest to look at her her eyes.

“Well actually…uhh…all girls can benefit from lifting. It wouldn’t make your chest look weird at all and it would probably perk them up a little bit if anything…not that they need any help!”

“Oh well I’ll have to take your word for it I guess,” she said as she placed one of her hands on my chest and faintly rubbed.

This wasn’t helping my situation and my pants became even tighter.

“You feel really strong,” she said as she took her hand off my chest and flipped her hair. “We’ll have to go together sometime so you can show me how it’s done.”

I agreed with her and took a quick look around the room. It was getting louder as more people made their way into the room. No one was paying us any attention though; everyone was deep into their own conversations.

Leah and I continued chatting and flirting with each other. The alcohol was definitely taking its toll on both of us. I made sure that we always had a drink in our hands as it seemed to boost my confidence level. I noticed Leah was becoming more touchy with me and her “drunk hands” kept finding their way to various parts of my body during our conversation. I decided I would take a chance and go for it; hopefully my room would be empty tonight.

It was getting even louder in my friend’s room and this seemed like the perfect opportunity to get Leah alone with me. “Hey it’s getting louder and harder to hear you in here, did you want to go to my room to talk? It would be way quieter in there,” I said to Leah. I was slurring my words a bit but I could still walk a straight line…probably.

Her eyes lit up as she said “Sure let’s go!” She then grabbed my hand and led me to the door.

We walked out of the room and I didn’t bother to look back to see if anyone noticed us leaving. I wasn’t sure how my friends would react to us leaving; I started to wonder if Carl would be jealous if he saw us walking out. It shouldn’t matter to him much, it seemed like he was done with her.

I shrugged off those thoughts as Leah and I made our way to my room. She tightly took ahold of my right arm as we walked down the hallway; I could feel her hands squeezing my bicep. I glanced at her and realized she was smiling at me and biting her lower lip again. We didn’t say anything to each other on our way to my room and I could sense the sexual tension building between us.I really hope this girl is down to fuck, I can’t wait to be balls deep in her.

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I had met Ashley online and we hit it off immediately, we just seemed to have a lot in common. One thing led to another and the next thing I know we are really getting into some sexual banter. I knew that I really wanted to meet her in person and see where things went in real life. So we got to talking and realized that we lived on the opposite side of the country. I asked her if she would like to meet up in Las Vegas, since I had a conference scheduled to take place there.

Ashley thought about it and told me that she would consider going if I agreed to not actually go to the convention and just spend all seven days with her instead. It was a tough decision but I ultimately told her that she had a deal. So I reserved us a suite in one of the nicer hotels in Vegas and could not wait to get there and spend some quality time with Ashley.

When the day finally came I was excited and nervous to finally meet this woman that I had only dreamed about. I got to the hotel at a little before Ashley and got us checked in and went up to the room to get unpacked and ready for her arrival. She finally arrived and I met her in person for the very first time. It was like fireworks went off in my mind, here stood one of the most beautiful woman that I could have possibly imagined.

She came into the room and it became apparent that all of our sexual banter had really made her horny because the next thing I know she is in my arms kissing me with reckless abandon. She directs me directly to the couch in our room and has me sit down while she straddles my lap, continuing to make out with me. She then pulls back and little and tells me that apparently my friend would like to get in on the action.

So she gets down on her knees in front of me on the couch and starts to take off my pants and my boxers. I have about a six and half inch penis and it springs straight up after it has been freed from my boxers. She looks at it with lust in her eyes and tells me that I am in for one hell of an orgasm. I had received head several times, so I was not to optimistic that this would be any different than the usual blow job. But oh boy was I wrong.

Ashley started off by spreading my legs a little bit apart and then proceeded to start bobbing up and down on my cock. She then removed her mouth from my cock and started just giving me a hand job. It was a little bit of a disappointment, because her mouth felt so great, but the next thing I know she is starting to focus on my balls putting each on in her mouth and sucking on them almost until it hurts but it feels so good. She then moves down to my taint and starts to probe the thin membrane above my prostrate with her tongue while she still gives me and hand job. I am starting to moan pretty loudly from her efforts, sislident.com which is only turning her on more.

Her other hand sneaks inside of her pants and starts rubbing her clit as she moves down and starts to assault my ass with her tongue as well. Since she could see that I enjoy having my ass and taint played with she replaces her hand on my cock with her mouth and starts to deep throat me because if I am going to cum she wants to make sure that she is in the best position to catch it all and swallow it. While she is deep throat me she starts to moan on my cock and the vibrations of the moan while she is deep throating me were too much and I came hard down the back of her throat.

She continued to bob up and down on my cock, ensuring that she had milked every last drop of cum from me before pulling off and saying:

“Hi John, it is nice to finally meet you in person.”

After recovering from that mind blowing blowjob I was finally able to tell Ashley:

“The feeling is mutual.”

After coming down from my orgasm I grabbed Ashley and placed her on the couch and started to show her just how much I appreciated the blow job. I started by taking off her shirt and her bra and just stand there for a second to really admire just how perfect Ashley really was. I then moved to her and started to make out with her, the taste of my cum on her tongue just fuels my fire that I have to really please this woman. I then moved down to her nipples and gave them the attention they deserve by sucking on one of her nipples while caressing the other one and then trading off, making sure that both nipples get the proper oral treatment before continuing down her stomach.

By now I can already tell just how excited Ashley is and how much she wants me to continue. When I get to her waist band, I take off her pants but leave her panties and decide that I am going to tease her for a bit heighten her desires. I then start to kiss her calves and work up to her thighs. Ashley starts to whither trying to give me the hint that she really wants to me to take her to the promise land. So I finally make my way up to her pussy and I pull her panties to the side and give take a deep breath because in front of me is one of the most beautiful pussies that I have ever had the pleasure of seeing.

Her pussy looks so delicious that I cannot help myself. I dive straight in and lick her from the bottom of her pussy to the top. Ashley takes a deep breath and shutters with pleasure from the moment my tongue touched her. So I start to lick her delicious juices that are flowing freely from her pussy and I just cannot get enough of the taste that she is flowing from her. So I move up and start lapping at her clit while I start to stick escorttaksim.com a finger into her honey pot and start to finger her special spot. She really starts to thrash around in pure ecstasy and yells out as she comes all over my face. I had never been with a squirter but man, did Ashley squirt all over my face and I did my best to drinking every bit her delicious nectar.

She then confided in me that she never usually likes to be eaten out but what I just did to her was one of the best feelings that she has ever experienced. Since I could not get enough of her nectar I start to eat her pussy some more and try to lap up all of her delicious juices. I knew that she enjoyed some ass play so I moved my tongue down and started to give her a rim job while still continuing to rub her g-spot. As I continue to probe her delicious rose bud and finger her g-spot she starts to moan really loud and the next thing I know juices are starting to flow down her ass into my mouth as she screams from her second orgasm of the day.

Ashley needs a few moments to compose herself after my oral assault on her body. After calming down she looks over and sees that I am rock hard and ready to go again. So Ashley tells me to lay down, which of course I do and comes over and gets into the reverse cowgirl position. She then lowers her pussy down on to my waiting cock and sinks right down to the root. Ashley slowly starts to raise and lower herself on my cock. Her pussy just feels so good around my cock and with the view of her sexy ass right in front of me it is definitely one of the better fucks that I have received in my life. She starts to quicken her pace and tells me to play with her ass, so I start to probe her ass with my finger and she starts to rub her clit at the same time. She then goes completely still as her body starts having another orgasm. Her pussy clenches down on my cock causing me to spew my load deep into her.

After three orgasms Ashley is feeling the need to take a nap before we can continue. However, before she can take a nap she needs to clean up so I start to move when all of a sudden she just starts to back her ass up and tells me you made this mess you clean it up. So the next thing I know I have a cream filled pussy being lowered down on to my mouth and Ashley telling me to eat it until it’s clean and she has had her fourth orgasm. Since her pussy is so delicious and I don’t really mind the taste of my own cum, I went to town on her pussy. After several mins and several swallows of my own cum mixed with her juices she came all over my face and again and then collapsed on top of me. I rolled her off of me and carried her to the bed where I placed her down and then climbed in myself and the two of us drifted off escortbesiktas.com to the sleep cuddled in each other’s arms.

About 8 hours later, we woke up still holding each other. Ashley’s hand started to roam in a southbound directions and wrapped itself around my morning wood. At which point she dove under the covers to start to suck on my dick while also bringing her pussy up to my face so that we could enjoy a wonderful morning 69. While she was sucking my cock I started by eating her pussy but after a while I decided to focus on her rosebud and really slobbered all over it to get it as wet as I could. Once I was satisfied that I had gotten her asshole nice and wet I told her to get off me and assume the position.

So Ashley got down on her hand and knees and I got behind her and started to rub my dick on anal opening before slowly starting to slide my cock into her ass. The feel of my cock slipping into her ass caused her to let out a real long low moan. Once I was balls deep inside of her I waited for her to get accustomed to my cock before starting to pull out and push back in slowly. Ashley looked over her shoulder at me and told me to fuck her harder already. So I started to really slam into her and she started to meet my thrusts with vigor. I was really giving her the hardest pounding I could muster when I started to feel the a sensation in my balls and know that I cannot hold out for much longer before blowing my load deep inside of her ass. Ashley could feel my cock swell inside of her and begged me to fill her ass with my cum. At which point I could not hold back any long and I plunged forward and emptied my balls into her ass.

We both collapsed on the bed, breathing heavily from the exertion when I tell Ashley that I really need to take a shower. So I get up and start moving towards the shower when Ashley gets up and starts to follow me in. So we are in the shower starting to soap each other up and get each other squeaky clean when Ashley drops to her knees to suck on my dick to help revive it quicker. After only a few minutes I am rock hard and again and she stands up facing the shower wall she bends over and tell me to fuck her. I got up behind her and start rubbing my dick up and down her pussy a few times before I plunge my cock into her, causing her to moan. I quickly increase the rate at which I was fucking her and she starts to moan louder and louder. We continue going at it for several mins which she stands up turns around and tells me she wants me to come in her mouth. Ashley starts to suck her pussy juices of my mouth and deep throats me while massaging my balls, trying to coax my cum into her mouth. Before too long I feel my balls tighten an I come in her mouth. She continues to suck and massage my balls to ensure that she got as much cum from me as she could. She then gets off her knees and makes out with me and little did I know at first that she didn’t swallow my load but wanted to share it with me. After making out with me she tells me that she thought we could both use some protein for breakfast.

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I’ve been in the club for an hour or so. It’s pretty dark. The body heat and heavy beats are making the atmosphere intense. I arrived with friends that I haven’t known for very long. We’ve been out for dinner and then kicked on.

The music is good. Thumping hip hop breaks. Just my kind, and I’ve spent most of the time dancing. But it’s time for a rest. Maybe another beer. I’m moving across the dancefloor towards the bar and then I notice you. It’s almost like you have a spotlight shining on you because I can’t really see anyone else in the room. Other guys are noticing you too. There’s a kind of aura around you.

Maybe I’m not quite ready for that rest after all. I start dancing again, near you now. Finally you notice I’m there. I’m working my moves, getting into the rhythm, making sure you notice, but playing it cool. I close my eyes and try to just get into the music. When I open them I notice that you’re looking at me. You quickly look away. I smile to myself. Here we go.

I work my way a little closer to you, both of us moving in time. I smile at you and you look away, bakırköy eskort pretending you didn’t see. This makes me laugh. Then you look back at me, see me cracking up and you laugh too. We spend the next couple of tracks circling each other. You shaking your ass, me strutting around. It’s like a mating ritual in the forest. Pretty hilarious really.

As we dance I steal glances at you. The short skirt, low-cut singlet… I’m liking what I see, ripe body moving beneath clothes. I’m just about to break the silence with some wise crack but suddenly you’re pulled off the floor by your girlfriend, towards the bar. Ah well. This shit happens all the time in clubs. Time for that rest.

I head off looking for my friends, but they seem to have all disappeared. In need of a rest, I find a dim alcove with a comfortable seat. I lean back with my head on the wall, closing my eyes again, music thumping through me. The whole place is throbbing and me with it.

I’m jolted back to reality when someone flops into the seat right beside me, literally knocking escort fulya into me. “Hey!” I say, about to get annoyed, but it’s you. You’re smiling at me, drink in hand, eyes holding mine steady. I’m taken by surprise. Don’t know what to say, but then again, I don’t feel compelled to say anything at all. I feel like you can see into my mind. You have a knowing look on your face.

You put down your drink and without shifting your gaze place your hand on my leg, just above the knee. Immediately I’m alive to your touch, yet strangely speechless. Completely in your thrall. You pull yourself closer eyes locked on mine, reaching up to put your hand behind my neck, pulling yourself in, and then we are joined, lips and tongues moving with hunger, devouring. My hand snakes around to your lower back, reaching beneath your singlet, touching your skin, moving upwards. Your hand on my leg. This is so hot. It may be dim, but, jesus, I can’t hide how I’m feeling,

You break off the kiss and look down at my lap. There’s an undeniable ridge across the front of my trousers. ataköy eskort No point trying to hide it. Your skirt is riding up slightly, revealing a lot of thigh. I put my hand on your leg and your hand moves towards my stiffness, stroking me as I caress your thigh, my hand working gradually higher. You part your legs enough for me to move my hand between your thighs and suddenly I’m touching your delicate wetness. No panties at all. With a swift hand movement you unzip my jeans and reach into my trunks to grasp the hot shaft, pulling my cock into view.

My fingers inside you, your hand gripping my erection. We are caught in that moment for the briefest instant before you make your move, lifting yourself onto my lap, hand behind your back, still holding my cock. You lift yourself up. One hand behind your back, you lift your leather skirt and with the other hand at the front you guide my cock to your exquisitely wet cunt. Swallowing me inside your tight hole, you grind your ass on me in time with the thumping beats, arching your back, rolling our hips. It feels like you’re eating me with your pussy, and I grip your breasts, thrust myself into you. Together we beat out the dancefloor rhythm until we cum together, my hot jets shooting into your infinite depth. When I am spent, you stand, turn, wink at me and walk away, dripping my juice onto the dancefloor as you go.

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Johnny had a crush on Beth the moment he saw her. It was on the first night of the college year where Beth’s roommate knocked on his apartment door.

“Hey, we want to meet everyone on the floor so come out and hang!”

Never the one to leave beautiful woman disappointed, Johnny rounded up his roommates and went outside. He sat next to the tall, athletically built woman with jet black hair smoking a cigarette.

“Hey, I’m Johnny nice to meet you.”

“Hi, I’m Beth nice to meet you too Johnny. You don’t go by John?”

“No, going by Johnny keeps me from growing up too fast. Plus everyone on my team calls me it anyway.”

“Oh, what do you play?”

“Baseball and hockey.”

“Oh nice. I play soccer.”

“Nice. You look like a soccer player.”

“Is that a compliment?”

“Do you want to be?”

“Um…yes.”

“Then yes, it’s the nicest compliment I can possible give.”

The two laughed and talked throughout the night. They both had busy schedules, but Johnny always found excuses to see Beth. She made it clear that she probably did not have time for a boyfriend, and there was still someone back home whom she had feelings for, but Johnny still stuck it out. If it was not for the fact that they generally liked each other as people, Johnny may have stopped spending time with her. But the two shared similar personalities and had a very brother-and-sister like rapport.

Johnny’s friend Lucy would often tease him for not being able to get a date with Beth.

“It’s not like I haven’t ask! If she only wants to ‘hang’ and not go on an actual date, then that’s what I’m going to do.” Deep down Johnny did not like the situation he was in, but he was just happy to be there, since he had witnessed firsthand how Beth treats men who she wants no part of…and it was not pretty.

Little did Johnny know, Beth would often get teased by her friends about not dating Johnny.

“C’mon!” would proclaim her roommate, Emma. “You two are like everyone’s parents anyway. It makes sense for you too to start dating.”

“I know, but I don’t have that much time for a boyfriend.”

“Neither does he. And don’t you try to use that guy back home as a reason. Johnny is here. And he’s hot!”

“Then you date him.”

“Why do you not think he’s hot?”

“No…I do.”

“Well then, he’s all yours. At least fuck him.”

The closest Johnny and Beth every got to hooking up was grinding up against each other at a bar one night. They never eve kissed, but Johnny was satisfied with that level of contact. He never expected to hook up with Beth, which kept everything between them cool and collected. He definitely did not expect anything when he got a text from Beth the night before everyone at Eastern State left for break.

“Hey bud, I know a lot of people already left, but I have some friends swinging by so you should come over and get drunk with us, lol.”

“You had me at ‘bud’. I’ll be there.”

Johnny kept everything casual, as he usually did. He threw on a hockey jersey and a pair of cargo pants. He walked to Beth’s apartment and knocked on the door.

“Heeeyyy you, come in” said Beth as she opened the door. She had her jet black hair down, something she rarely did. She had on a pair of jeans and a dark green tank top that ended just above the waist line.

“Has someone been hitting the sauce already?” said Johnny as he walked in the door.

“Don’t judge me!”

“I never judge you, darling. It just means I have to play catch up.”

The combination of alcohol and being referred to as “darling” caused Beth to blush a little. Beth introduced Johnny to everyone in the apartment and pointed him towards the beer. There were only about eight people at the party and Johnny only knew about three of them, including Beth. The guy versus girl ratio was almost even which meant as the night went on people might start pairing off. While all of the girls at the party were pretty and flirty towards Johnny, he was only there for Beth.

The first drinking game of the night was a round of Kings. Johnny always liked it because it got everyone involved and kept the drinks flowing freely. Every couple of rounds, while Johnny would be talking to someone else, he would glance over at Beth. Almost every time he would, he would catch Beth quickly looking away. Was she being shy around him? That was unlikely especially since alcohol tended to make people less shy. Still, what was going on in Beth’s mind right now? Johnny was more than willing to wait and find out.

After Kings, a few people, including Beth, snuck out for a smoke break. Johnny didn’t realize Beth left so he was confused when he couldn’t find her in the small apartment. When she walked back inside, a smile came across his face.

“There you are! I thought I lost you.”

“Aw, did you miss me?”

“Like the desert misses the rain, baby doll.”

“Hehe, you’re pretty smooth when you’re drinking.”

“I’m always smooth, drinking just enhances it. So what’s next?”

“I think we’re getting bakırköy escort bayan the beer pong table ready. Do you want to me my partner?”

“Do you want to win or lose?”

“Win.”

“Then you should have me as your partner. You’ll lose if you go against me.”

“Oh really?”

“Yeah, it’s a scientific fact.”

“Oh well fuck you then, you can find another partner. It’s on now!”

Johnny formed a team with Emma while Beth found a partner in one of the people he did not know, named Travis. Travis was wearing black suit pants, green dress shirt, red tie, and a black vest. Someone asked him why he was dressed so formally, to which his response was that he was “just dedicated to looking my best when I go out.” From his gelled up hair, to his dress, to him only drinking the craft IPA that he brought and would describe to every person that would sample it, Johnny knew Travis as going to get on his nerves. Travis pairing up with his girl, Beth, was only going to make matters worse for him.

The game started out slow for both teams. Emma sank a cup early, and then Johnny followed suit on the next turn to put his team up 2-0. It was then that Travis made his first comment of the game.

“Do you guys play the rule that if you get shut out, you have to take a lap around the table naked?”

“Uh…sure that could be fun” responded Beth.

“Well if that’s the case, I’m going to start tanking to give everyone a show.”

“If you have to tank a beer pong game to get a woman naked” said Johnny, “you have some serious problems, man.” The room laughed.

“Oh I’d be the one putting on the show.”

“Yes, because everyone would be looking at you.” The room erupted in laughter and Beth put her hands over her face. He could not tell if she was once again blushing. Either way, Johnny felt good about making her laugh and felt a slight bulge in his pants at the thought of Beth naked.

As the game continued, Johnny and Emma went on a cold streak while Travis started to take over the game. With every cup Travis would hit, Johnny felt his competitive fire begin to burn brighter. With his team down one cup versus his team’s three, Emma sank one cup while Johnny’s shot missed, but bounced back to him and he managed to catch it before the ball hit the ground.

“Ok hot stuff” called out Beth. “Behind your back toss, let’s see it.”

“And if I make it, we win” responded Johnny.

“Yeah, but you won’t.”

Johnny took a deep breath, loosened his fingers and warmed up his wrist. He swung his arm behind his back and twisted his hips. He released the ball right before his wrist hit the other side of his body. Everyone in the room watched the ball glide through the air and splash water out of one of the cups. There was a brief second after the ball made it into the cup that was complete silence, before everyone erupted in cheers.

“Woo! What’s up?!?” cheered Johnny as he threw both arms into the air. Emma jumped up and down, then jumped towards Johnny and gave him a loud high five. Travis had a stunned look on his face while Beth looked at Johnny across the table with a shocked smile on her face. Johnny gave her a wink and a finger gun.

“Never bet against me baby doll.”

“Oh I’ll never make that mistake again, dear” said Beth and she playfully blew a kiss to Johnny. Johnny caught the invisible kiss and put it in his pocket. Travis noticed that Beth was paying more attention to Johnny then him, and tried to interfere.

“Good try, partner we did our best” said Travis. He held his arms open for a hug and she loosely hooked her arms around his lower back. Travis held her close, and attempted to lock eyes with Johnny, as if he was letting him know he was marking his territory.

After letting go of Travis, Beth got two more beers, walked right past Travis to walk to Johnny, and handed him one of the beers.

“Aw you’re so kind.”

“I’m a gracious loser.”

“Well I’m a gracious winner. Come on, lets hug it out, bitch.”

Johnny put his arms around Beth and pulled her close. Beth put both arms tightly around his waist and reciprocated the hug. Johnny looked up and saw Travis looking in his sense of direction and felt a feeling of satisfaction. The next feeling he felt was Beth’s hands rubbing across the top of Johnny’s butt before playfully spanking it.

“Hey now!” proclaimed Johnny. “You can only do that if I can do the same to you.”

“Fair.” Beth put both hands on the table and hunched her ass in the air. Johnny licked the palm of his hand and gave a loud smack across Beth’s backside. Everyone in the room, except Travis, laughed at the act.

The party began dwindling down, but Travis remained. Beth was near Johnny the entire night, but Travis was close by as he continued to try to swoon Beth. When Travis stepped outside for a cigarette, Beth let out a curse in frustration.

“Shit!”

“What?” asked Johnny.

“I want one last smoke for the night but freaking Travis just walked out.”

“So?”

“Because escort esenyurt he in on full on ‘try-to-get-in-my-pants’ mode. It’s so annoying. I know you don’t smoke but can you walk out with me?”

“Sure. It would be just like the night we met, haha.”

“Aw, you remembered. You’re so sweet.” Beth gave Johnny a kiss on the cheek and they both walked outside, hand in hand.

The sight of Beth and Johnny holding hands visibly deflated Travis. That did not stop him for spending the entire smoke break bragging about his own exploits. After the smoke break, Beth turned to Johnny and rolled her eyes. Almost everyone at the party was annoyed by Travis, but no one was annoyed as much as Beth was.

“I need to sneak away from him” said Beth.

“Do you want to bounce across to my place?”

“No that’s too obvious. Want to jut sneak into my room and listen to music.”

“Sure, let’s do it. But stealthly…”

Johnny grabbed some fresh beers and snuck into Beth’s room, who was sitting on her bed setting up her iPod. He quietly closed the door behind him, but did not latch it at all to not make Beth feel in any way uncomfortable.

“Brought you a new one.”

“God you’re the greatest. Why are you single?”

“Why are you?”

“I’m young and in college. Why not enjoy everything I can.”

“Very good point.”

The two joked around and continued to drink while sitting on Beth’s bed. She propped herself on her knees, and an impulse to kiss her came across Johnny. He leaned in and gently put his hand on her chin and gave her a kiss.

“Sorry, I just really wanted to do that.”

“It’s ok” said Beth with a smile. “I liked it, do it again.”

Johnny gave another kiss and then another. He put his hand behind her head and started kissing her with more passion. He knew this may be the only chance he’d have with Beth, so he was going to make it count. Beth began to reciprocate the passion Johnny was expressing as she got turned on more and more. She started to move her hands under Johnny’s shirt before she stopped herself.

“Maybe you should close the door all the way.”

“Ok.” Johnny gave her another quick kiss before getting up to close the door. He peaked his head outside and saw Travis sitting by himself on the couch. After laughing quietly to himself, Johnny closed the door and quickly focused his attention back to Beth.

She jumped off the bed and greeted him at the foot of the bed with a long kiss. While Johnny had been thinking about kissing Beth for a long time, Beth was the one with roaming hands. She quickly stuck her hands under his shirt and lifted it over his head. Johnny started to return the favor, but Beth pulled away.

“Let me do this. It’s easier for me to get these off since it’s so tight.”

“I may have noticed how tight they were. Are you on the clock?”

“What do you mean?”

“You started getting my clothes off pretty fast. Should I rush this?”

“Not if you don’t want to. I just wanted to get you in your underwear as fast as possible. Kind of been curious at what you’d look like.”

“Oh good, I’m the same way. Start stripping!”

Beth smiled and started to peel out of her clothing. She had on match yellow bra and panties. The breasts were no bigger than 32C but the bra was pushing them up. Her stomach was flat and toned, almost more than Johnny’s was. When Johnny embraced her, he immediately cupped his hand under her ass. Her as was one of the tightest he ever felt and was rock solid. He pulled Beth close and had her feel something of his own that was rock solid. Beth bit her lower lip and undid Johnny’s belt. Johnny’s pants fell to the floor and his hard cock was poking out from his boxer briefs.

After sticking their tongues down each other’s throats, Johnny lifted Beth off the ground as she wrapped her legs around his waist. He carried her onto the bed, placed her down, and lay on top of her, kissing the entire time. He reached his hands behind her back and she arched her back up to allow him to unhook her bra.

He slid the bra off and started sucking and licking her breasts. Beth moaned in pleasure and Johnny enjoyed the feel of her breasts, but he wanted more. He slid down and hooked two fingers under the waistline of her panties. Once they were off, he took a moment to appreciate the sight of Beth’s naked body. He slid back on top of her and gave her a kiss. As he was kissing her, Johnny slid a finger inside Beth’s pussy, causing her to gasp. They continued to exchange kisses as Johnny methodically slid his finger in and out of Beth’s pussy and rubbing her clit with his thumb. Beth was trying to reach down to tug on Johnny’s boxers, but the sensation of being fingered was too distracting. Beth eventually pushed on Johnny’s shoulders when she could not take it anymore.

“What’s wrong?” asked a concerned Johnny.

“God, nothing. I just really want to blow you.”

“Oh.”

“Lay on your back.”

Johnny did as he was told and rolled onto his back. Beth finally slid ataköy escort bayan his boxers and grabbed his dick and started stroking. She started sucking his dick, and did not hold anything back. Her sucks were wet and rapid. She would rotate her hand around the shaft and would take in his entire seven-inch cock. Johnny kept his eyes gazed on Beth. He had fantasized before about Beth taking cock in his mouth, so the sight of her actually doing it made his dick harder and made him hornier.

After she slowed down her sucking, Johnny offered to return the favor.

“I never met a guy who wanted to do that” said Beth and lay on her back.

Johnny moved down to her pussy and put her legs on his shoulders. He ran his and across her pussy and felt how wet she already was. She started teasing her clit with his tongue, and then moved on to the outside of her pussy’s walls. Beth almost started to whimper in pleasure. Johnny stuck his tongue deeper into Beth and would flick her clit every time he went up.

“Oh God!” moaned Beth. She was having trouble forming word. “Fuck you’re go..at tha..God, I’m gonna cum. Fuck, fuck, FUCK! I’m cumming.”

Johnny kept eating her out up until the point Beth’s juices flowed onto his face. He pulled his face up and wiped it with his hands.

“Did you let me cum on your face?” asked Beth. “Did I just facial you?”

“I don’t mind, baby.”

“God that’s hot. Can’t believe you made me cum like that. You can fuck me. I want you to, actually. I have condoms if you need one.”

“It’s ok, I have one.”

“Oh? Did you think you’d be getting lucky tonight?”

“I am aren’t I?”

Johnny left the bed, retrieved the condom and moved back onto the bed. After putting the condom on, he teased Beth’s clit with the tip of his head before slowly inserting himself inside her. He started off slowly as he wanted to savor every second of the experience. Beth had other ideas.

“Fuck you’re big. Fuck me faster!”

Johnny obeyed his request and grabbed Beth by the thighs. He started fucking her faster and much harder than he was before. Despite the increase in speed, he was still enjoying every second of it. He could tell Beth was as well, as her head titled back, she clenched the bed sheet tight, and a smile could not be removed from her face.

“Oh God this is good, we should have done this sooner!”

Johnny let go of her thighs and thrust his cock deeper inside of her so he could kiss her neck. Beth wrapped her arms around him and started digging her nails into his back. Johnny began nibbling on her ear, which sent her into a frenzy.

“My God this is amaz…amazing. Let me ride you.”

“Ask nicely” whispered Johnny playfully into her ear.

“Please let me fuck you. You fuck me so well I want to fuck you!”

“Hold tight.” Johnny grabbed Beth’s ass as she wrapped her arms tight and flipped her around on his back. She smiled and was impressed by the maneuver before immediately bouncing up and down on his cock.

“God I haven’t had sex like this is a long time” said Beth.

“Your pussy’s so good, baby!”

“Your cock is better! Fuck I’m cumming again! Grab my ass!”

Johnny grabbed her ass and started thrusting upwards, trying to get Beth to cum.

“Fuck here it comes!” Beth’s head dropped as Johnny felt the familiar feeling of Beth’s cum pour over him. Beth collapsed on of Johnny with his dick still inside her.

“Fuck that’s good” she said with a smile.

“You have a dirty mouth.”

“Oh fuck you” she replied which had them both laughing. “Are you going to cum anytime tonight or did you cum already?”

“No not yet.”

“Do want to?”

“Only if I can fuck you from behind.”

“Oh absolutely!”

Beth removed herself from Johnny and got on all fours facing the headboard. Johnny got behind her and rubbed his hands over her ass.

“Don’t get any ideas.”

“What? Oh I’m. You just had a great ass.” He gave it a playful spank.

“No who’s dirt…ee!” Midway through her sentence, Johnny plunged his cock into pussy. He had no intentions of starting slow, and put both hands around her hips and thrust deep and fast. Every time he thrust, Beth would moan in delight.

“Are you going to cum again?” asked Johnny.

“I don’t know…if I can” said Beth, who was almost out of ways to express her pleasure. Their motions were almost causing the bed to slide off the frame so Beth resorted to grabbing it tightly to both keep it in place and to find a release for the pleasure she was feeling that was not shouting.

“I’m going to cum…” said Johnny.

“Roll me on my back.”

“What?”

“Quickly.”

Johnny pulled out and Beth rolled over. She put a hand on his dick and rolled the condom off.

“What are you doing?”

“I came on you twice tonight. You can cum on me. Just not the face.”

“I think I can live with that.”

Johnny stood at the foot of the bed and Beth slid down. Her ankles went to his shoulders and he inserted himself once again and resumed his fucking. His motion was as fast as he could make it and when he could feel himself about to blow, pulled out and started jerking himself off. It only took a few strokes to send his cum across Beth’s stomach, almost reaching her tits. He came so hard, he had to prop himself up on the bed as he finished.

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*This story has its origins in an email sent to me by an acquaintance. It turns out we had been hot for one another for a long time*

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The dream came to me again, but this time it felt different. It felt different because I could see the face of my would-be lover. The dream always began with us naked in bed in the pre-dawn light, silently enjoying each other’s heat and the aroma of sex. It would then end abruptly, leaving me frustrated. Just as well there was a vibrator in the bedside cabinet. But I felt somewhat bemused seeing who the dreams had been about.

I met this guy online, and he lived in my town. We had met several times, he came into my work once. I bought ice cream off him at a market. He even delivered a tub of chocolate ice cream to me when the last boyfriend ditched me in the middle of the night. The extent of our friendship had been the exchange of banter and being overly flirtatious with one another on social media.

Now he was available, and so was I, so we arranged to go out for dinner. The dream was that intense, it scared me. Knowing he was my date in the dreams, all along made me wet my panties before I had even finished getting ready. Maybe I would skip on the underwear, I didn’t want a visible panty line.

Next thing I know, I was at the restaurant. It was an unsettling environment to see Martin in. I was used to him being so casual, having seen the many photos of him and his business on Facebook. I likened myself to be someone with a bit of bravado, but for some reason, I could not bring myself to go see him at the markets. I felt awkward and shy, and I was convinced that night would be a failure. Why don’t I just pretend we never had a “thing”, whatever that thing is.

I need not have worried. Martin was polite, charming and ruggedly handsome. Dinner went really well, and a moment hit me when I suddenly thought, “Oh my god, he is not a creep. He is just right!”.

Whatever right is.

There was something about his radiantly sapphire eyes that intrigued me. They looked right through me, into my soul, but in a warm, calming way. What an intense connection we had going. I could tell that the waitress could see this charming calm as well. Her attentions were too regular, and the way he looked at me when he addressed me was too long to be of casual interest. Something was communicated between myself and the waitress — he had the “something” that mesmerised us.

My phone buzzed. I knew who it was. I excused myself to the bathroom, and found a text from my friend Ashley, doing her usual check-up on me when I went on dates.

“Hey Kristy, hope all went well on your date with Martin. Need rescuing?”

“Date going well. All is good, I am quite delighted actually! No rescue needed.”

A quick escort bayan bakırköy scan of myself in the bathroom mirror, I could see the self-doubt creeping it. “Martin’s probably done a runner by now.”, I thought. Could I see grey hairs coming through? I described myself as “curvy”, but the trolls were a lot crueller. Maybe I am just fat. It was thoughts like that that led to a lack of confidence, so it had taken me a long time to get back into the dating scene. I took a deep breath and hoped that all my preparations for tonight were not in vain.

As I approached the table, the waitress showed her visible disappointment at my return. Martin looked up at me, and those eyes enveloped my soul once more. Wow, what a beautiful smile too.

“All okay?”

“Yes!”

“So is the cavalry coming?”

I felt my face get hot as I flushed with embarrassment.

“Kristy, it’s okay. Woman look out for one another.”

“I am glad you understand that. I am sure some dates would be offended.”

Dinner ended with lots of light conversation and moments of silence that were overwhelming, but I was not embarrassed. We used such silence to think about one another and how we wanted to see each other again. I had to focus on not allowing my imagination to run away with me. Perhaps I needed to calm the stirring I could feel in my loins as the night went on. Then I realised we had been there for over two hours and the restaurant was closing.

We made a hasty exit, and as Martin held the door open for me, he rested his hand on my lower back. At first, I thought this was just him being chivalrous, but as we crossed the street, his hand remained in situ. It made me feel safe and highly aroused.

“Can I offer you a lift home? I would really like to make sure you get home safely.”

“Yes, thank you”.

I sounded muffled as my imagination launched into outer space. Here I was in his car, and before I knew it, I was home. He knew where I lived and indeed, had known for many years.

“Would you like to come in for coffee?”

I immediately regretted uttering those words and realised how corny they sounded. I need not have worried. His eyes locked onto mine, and after what seemed like an eternity, he replied.

“Yes, please”.

I saw that alluring glint in his eyes, and there was a hint of a smile on his lips.

“How do you take your coffee?”

I bustled in the kitchen, quivering slightly as I struggled with the pots of coffee and sugar. Suddenly I felt a presence behind me, and this husky voice whispered in my ear.

“However you would like to serve it to me…”

“Ooh, Martin, I didn’t think you would be so forward. Have you liked me all this time?”

“Of course. escort halkalı Couldn’t you tell?”

“Well, forgive me, for I am a bit naive. Perhaps a bit too shy. So?”

I gasped as he pressed behind me and wrapped his hands around my waist. Deliciously soft lips nuzzled into my neck. I closed my eyes, tilted my head back and moaned ever so softly, not wanting to break the spell of the moment. I felt him harden against me as he ran his hands down the front of my skirt and then up my thighs. I heard him gasp as he found the top of my suspenders and my smooth thighs. His moan was ever so audible as his hands came around to my buttocks and he realised that I wasn’t wearing any underwear.

As I steadied myself on the counter, I enjoyed the decadence of the moment. Perhaps better than any ice cream he had ever given me. His hands found the laces of my corset and the tight lacing unravelled loosely. His hands came to my breasts and he ever so softly caressed them, rubbing his palms over my erect nipples as he slowly pressed against me. He was stiffer than he was before, as he swayed slightly until he was in between my buttocks. I was surprisingly aroused by this, enjoying the tease, but hopefully, this was not the full extent of his sexual moves.

His hands moved down again, and he took half a step back and with his hands on my hips, I moved me back and slightly spread my legs. I left my hands on the counter, and he massaged one shoulder one-handed. I heard his trousers drop and waited with slight disappointment as I thought it would be the standard “bang from behind”. I felt both hands on my shoulders, and they ran down my back across my buttocks and up the inside of my thighs. He touch was gentle as he cupped his hand to feel my wetness in its entirety. His thumb slipped inside me, and the effect was mesmerising. He had found my G-spot and began to gently massage my clit. I felt waves of ecstasy slowly building inside me. The outcome was fantastic, and I didn’t want it to end. My legs were beginning to tremble, and I thought I was going to collapse. Suddenly, I could contain myself no longer, and the trembles grew to a crescendo as I felt the explosion from within. His rhythm changed, and waves of pleasure came over me. Gushing all over the floor, but I didn’t care, I was going to ride this wave until I collapsed.

As the waves subsided, I could feel my juices running down my leg, and a calmness came over me. It felt like a lifetime as he lingered. I want more. Did he read my mind?

He entered me. I moaned loudly this time as he filled me and started slowly thrusting, teasing me. I pushed against him driving him deeper inside me, and his pace immediately quickened, taking me by surprise and making me squeal with unbounded escort bayan ataköy pleasure. I threw all caution to the wind and twisted and thrust until I could take no more and exploded again. It was then I heard him cum. We stopped together, and he leant forward to wrap himself around me. It felt so dirty, yet it felt so right.

I faced him and silently led him to my room, where, in the darkness, we removed the rest of each other’s clothes. The stockings feel to the ground in a gentle whisper before we climbed into bed. As I fell asleep that night, I looked out my window to see a shooting star. I dreamed of breakfast and hoping Marty would be there with me. When I woke that morning, he was there, one look and…

Suddenly, his hand was on my thigh, lightly pawing at my skin. Feeling him move under the sheets, he slowly kissing my shoulder, down my arm to my fingertips. He took each finger into his mouth and sucked them gently. How fucking erotic. That made my cunt moisten, and nipples harden. Lips moved to my tits as he gave them a light bite and flicked them with his tongue ever so gently. Suddenly, Marty filled his mouth with my breasts. The hard sucking after the gentle teasing aroused me even more and I moaned ever so quietly, not wanting to wake from this dream-like state.

Martin’s tongue moved down my stomach. It made me thrust my hips, urging him further down. It took all my might not to grab his head and encourage him. There was something about the way Marty used to eat ice cream that made me sure he knew how to eat pussy. He gently spread my legs apart. I couldn’t see him in that morning light, but I could definitely feel him. His lips reached my swollen clit before he flicked it with his tongue and gave it a little suck. Being licked up in such a delicious way, he probed around my pussy, drinking me up. The massaging of my clit eliciting a sonorous moan.

Waves built as I was climaxing, with the swift manipulation of my G-spot. Waves that turned into tsunami proportions and came with such ferocity, I almost passed out.

That had never happened before. I looked at the ceiling feeling disorientated, and suddenly it all came back to me. I peered down, and those sapphire blue eyes were looking up at me, underlined by a wry grin. I willed that cock inside me, and Marty placed my ankles on his shoulders, plunging deeper. With his arms around my thighs, he held position and slowly pulled back until the head of his cock was rubbing on my lips. Such a control rhythm of movement, as waves continued to ascend once again.

His eyes never left mine as our bodies joined in a symphony. Our bodies twitched, and we both let out their screams of pleasure together as we orgasmed together. Perhaps it was reckless, but I felt his hot cum inside me, and he did not stop thrusting until he had nothing left. I was left to catch my breath as his cock continued to twitch in me. He withdrew from me, sat back on his legs and spoke the first words of the day.

“Good morning. What would you like for breakfast?”

I smiled giddily. “Chocolate ice cream?”

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Foster Davis had been a widower for just over two years when his daughter and a friend were returning from a semester in France the week before Thanksgiving. Tall, forty-something and in good physical shape with a distinguished touch of gray at his temples and salted throughout his professorial beard, he was lonely for companionship he easily could have had were he so inclined. But somewhat lost following his wife’s death, he stayed single and mostly celibate. He missed his children though. His son, a newlywed, was visiting his in-laws for the holiday, so Foster anxiously awaited Megan and her friend at the airport on the cold and rainy Saturday afternoon. The plane long had disgorged its passengers when a pretty girl in the baggage area approached him pulling a luggage cart and addressed him as if she knew him.

“Mr. Davis, you do have Megan’s eyes” the brunette said confidently, “I’m Jennifer.”

“Hello” he said cheerfully as she shook his hand. Five foot seven or so with medium-length, dark brunette hair, she had sparkling green eyes, a friendly smile, a healthy girl-next-door complexion and the feral grace of an athlete. She was feminine but looked fit and agile in a way that only training could provide.

“Is Megan still in customs,” he inquired, looking over her shoulder for his daughter.

“You didn’t get her email” she realized as she saw the confusion in his eyes.

“No, I didn’t” he confirmed, puzzlement turning to a slight pique, “I didn’t get a phone call, a text message, or a smoke signal either,” he added, failing miserably at trying not to sound too irritated.

“She’s still in France” she smiled tentatively as she raised her eyebrows over intelligent eyes. “Customs fucked up her, sorry, screwed up her visa, so she’s stuck there until tomorrow to work it out, but she managed a direct flight home. There’s no problem though, so don’t worry. She said you’d worry and that I was to take care of you,” she added. “She’ll be home by tomorrow evening; I have all of her flight information. I hope you don’t mind that I beat her here” she added as she noticed his disappointment and concern.

“Not at all” he added cheerfully, once again, and tried to recover, sensing that she perceived his distress. “You are more than welcome, of course. Megan has told me a bit about you as well.”

“I hope not everything,” she chided good-naturedly.

“Just the good stuff” he said as he took charge of her luggage cart, and they made their way to the car.

They chatted amicably as they began the journey from BWI to Columbia in the late afternoon drizzle, fog and heavy pre-holiday traffic. Jennifer was on Megan’s lacrosse team; they both were twenty-two, college seniors, French majors, and both intended to study international law in graduate school. Jennifer seemed lithe and confident to him from their conversation. As they finally reached the car he finally noticed that she was leggy in her gray sweats and sneakers, and he noticed as well a magnificent derriere hidden underneath the formless sweats as he watched her bend into the back of his Mini Cooper to stow her luggage. Her wool sweater and down jacket ensured that her upper torso was still a mystery, but he tried to banish such thoughts as he drove and they chatted about France.

At his house he got her settled in his son’s former room, now the guest room, across the carpeted hall from the master suite and next to Megan’s room. She jumped at his offer to freshen up after the long flight, complaining that she could still smell jet fuel on her clothes.

He left her alone to unpack as he prepared to leave to buy beer for the girls and Scotch for him, as well as his weekly lottery ticket. She didn’t answer as he called to tell her that he was leaving, so he walked to her door and knocked softly. Getting no response he pushed the door open to find her sound asleep, no doubt tired from her flight. She lay sprawled on her stomach with her arms crossed, cushioning her head; she was still in her sneakers and they hung out over the end of the bed. It was then that he took stock of the full and muscled derriere that accented her backside. Her sweats were twisted where she fell asleep and pulled tight where her ass curved under to her inner thighs. The seam dug into the deep crack between taut cheeks and faintly outlined the seams of what appeared to be thin triangular panties underneath. He sighed deeply and vaguely remembered a team picture with her muddy in her lacrosse uniform, which was all of her body he would permit myself to think of for now. She was twenty-two and a friend of his daughter’s he reflected as he fought to dispel an image of her in little other than sweats or less.

“Enough” he mouthed softly as he closed the front door behind him and made his way to the neighborhood drugstore. He wasted some additional time and bought sundry items for the three of them before he headed home. The house was silent as he entered, and thinking her still asleep he was quiet as well as he put away his purchases. He made his way to his bedroom and consciously avoided looking into the guestroom as escort bakırköy he passed the door still slightly ajar; “out of sight out of mind” he softly declared to no one in particular as he stretched out for a nap on the dreary Sunday afternoon.

Not five minutes later he heard what he assumed was the soft meowing of an outdoor cat. But the sound grew and began to resemble crying, and he first thought that Jennifer was dreaming, and then he feared that she was in some sort of distress, physical or otherwise. He softly made his way into the hall and peered through the narrow opening in the doorway.

Jennifer still lay face down. But now her sneakers and socks were dropped on the floor at the foot of the bed and her knees were bent and her legs jutted into the air so that at first he couldn’t see her body at all. As her panting increased she dropped her legs to the bed to reveal the length of her body. Her sweats were pulled to just below her knees, and tiny sky blue panties were rolled down and bunched beneath her lovely cheeks so that he could see the bare mounds of her finely toned rump, now pushed upward to accommodate her busy right hand. She was moaning softly, not crying, and one hand appeared to be industriously active underneath her as her cheeks tightened and loosened and her toes curled in time to her throaty panting. Indeed, she was in such good shape it appeared that a quarter dropped on her bottom would impossibly bounce back on her flesh.

Fascinated, but not wanting to be caught watching her, he retreated from the door. He was so transfixed that he could barely move, save whichever muscles began involuntarily to pump blood into his organ. It was the single most erotic moment he had ever witnessed, never having watched a woman masturbate in his company, nor voyeuristically watched one in the throes of such a private moment, surely not his wife. He wanted to enter the room, kneel and kiss the bottoms of her feet, slide her sweats from her legs so she could spread them to reveal herself to his eager eyes, to do the things that his wife never permitted.

Of course he didn’t. He felt a slight twinge of embarrassment as he quickly retreated to his bedroom, trying to pull his door shut ever so quietly. But tension got the better of his self-control, and he closed the door with a loud noise. When the door shut with a noisy click, her cries of pleasure abruptly ceased.

Needless to say, he was incredibly aroused by what he had observed and lay down to try to take an elusive nap, his cock throbbing in concert with his heart. It was nearly impossible to will his manhood to deflate, so he went to the master bathroom to shower with the intention of relieving himself in the hot water and soap. He heard Jennifer open the door to her room and enter the family bathroom next to the master bath. He listened to her pee as he sat on the cold, closed toilet seat and massaged his dick. The thought of her on the other side of the wall and so aroused did nothing to discourage his excited state as he imagined Jennifer still on the bed as he saw her earlier, her flesh pulsing to the libidinous rhythm of her hand.

In his mind’s eye he imagined a close-up image of her ass on the bed and still an even closer image of her busy finger frantically dipping into her needy slit, while she explored the gentle hills and cavities of her body with frantic, plunging fingers. Like an addict denied a drug, he wanted to see her again, maybe this time unclothed, and he knew how he might do so, despite the awkwardness of his spur of the moment plan.

Quickly he pulled down the attic access in his bedroom and mounted the rickety stairs into the cold and dusty space, quickly getting the noisy part of his plan out of the way while Jennifer was still in the bathroom. He moved a box or two and threw a length of fiberglass insulation aside to reveal the brace for the ceiling fan in the guest room below. He knelt carefully, lying face down in the dust to position his eye over a strategically placed hole in the attic flooring and the wallboard of the room, aside the motor of the ceiling fan. He had almost forgotten the spy hole, drilled years before when his wife and he suspected their son of using drugs. Happily, their suspicions were groundless, but the peephole he never remembered to fill and soon just put off indefinitely.

He eagerly awaited Jennifer’s return. His wait was short, for soon she returned to the room again in her sweatpants and sweatshirt. She pushed shut her door and frustrated, began to run her hands through her hair as she looked at her face in the full-length mirror on the sliding doors of her closet. This was followed with a wider view of her body as she backed up and pulled the sweatshirt off over her head to reveal a set of heavenly perfect breasts.

He feasted on her youthful form as she ran her hands under her armpits, over her ass, and finally, in a slight squat, over her crotch as well before she narcissistically appraised herself in the mirror. She quickly pulled off her sweats to reveal a set of legs that were strong şirinevler escort and muscled from running. She turned in profile and touched her breasts—their shape and size reminiscent of a small grapefruit adorned with large nipples and light pink areola the size of quarters–and stroked her flat tummy, dragging a finger in a lazy circle around her navel. The skin of her boobs was imprinted with small creamy triangles that barely extended beyond their light crimson centers. She turned away from the mirror and looked over her shoulder as she studied her backside and legs, an impressive length of tanned flesh stretching from her shoulders to her ass and further down her well-developed legs to her feet. She flexed her butt before she dipped her hands under her blue, string bikini panties and scratched the nails of both hands over her cheeks and along the walls of her crack, still evaluating herself, finally taking her hands and slightly parting herself as she raised her eyebrows in approval, quite aware of her assets. Then she dropped her panties to grace his eyes with her most private riches.

Surveying the slow rotation of her ass cheeks she walked to the foot of the bed, turned, sat, and spread her legs as she began to comb fingers through the trimmed hair of her muff, but this was short-lived as she jumped off of the bed to grab a magazine from her luggage, her breasts firmly jiggling with each quick movement of her body. Foster was beside himself in the dust and darkness of his attic, his erection pulsing insistently against his clothing as he guiltily watched the young woman settle into the guest room.

She crawled up the bed to where her head rested on a pillow and turned on her side over the magazine with her back to him, her ass cheeks now parted into a revealing split as one leg remained straight and outstretched and the other pulled up and bent at the knee to reveal her moist holes. She flexed and massaged the muscles of her ass and legs as she flipped through the pages of her magazine, finally settling on a picture of a buff boy-toy in his early twenties without a shirt, his one hand hanging by his side, held there by a thumb hooked into the waistband of his jeans, his fly suggestively unzipped a few inches overtop the faintest outline of a thick cock, limp and laying sideways. He looked directly into the camera and into the eyes of the viewer as she studied the picture.

Foster got a better look at her backside now that she lay relatively motionless. Little dimples indented either side of the base of her spine just above the slope of her butt. She must have sunbathed in a tiny bikini, for her back and ass were hardly imprinted with thin white strips, and on her ass was a tiny white triangle that failed to cover her crack at the top, all surrounded with caramel, sun-darkened skin. She leaned forward to grab a drink of water from a bedside table before she began to explore the walls of her crack, and then toy with herself, one finger tenderly fondling her minuscule pink asshole. She pinched her pussy lips, pulling on them and reaching further between her legs to massage her clit. One finger returned to the diminutive circle of her ass and tickled it, roughly pulled at it to stretch the skin and temporarily distend it with a forceful squeeze of one buttock that left white fingerprints on her skin. She finished by dragging her nails over one of her cheeks and making white lines in the skin before she rolled onto her back and licked her fingers like an animal.

Soon she was focused on her boobs, kneading her breasts first and pulling on her nipples after circling her areola, first with a dry finger and then one dripping with spit dipped from under her tongue. She bent both legs at the knees and spread them wide to pick up the pace. She clutched her entire mound and her fingers soon focused on her clit with one finger while two fingers of her other hand parted her clitoral hood to reveal—even as far away as he was in the attic–a large clit, swollen with desire. She tapped and brushed it again and again as she rapidly brought herself near to an orgasm, moaning softly as she struggled to maintain control in the guestroom of a stranger’s house, two fingers dipping in and out of her pussy and her face contorted in anticipation of her release.

At last she mounted the crest of her orgasm as her pelvis lifted from the bed to kiss her dancing fingers poised on her pussy. Foster wanted her badly; by now he lusted for her more than anyone he could remember since his early twenties. But to have her he surmised that she needed him as well, to want his attention as much as he wanted to give it. Having her unsatisfied would either result in her cumming alone, later, in her room and without him, or it could encourage something between them he reasoned.

Thinking fast, he took his penknife from his pocket and tossed it down the open attic stairs, making a fairly loud noise, one not from the attic but rather from his room. The noise startled her and she sat up and listened. She whispered, “fuck” in a loud stage whisper and rose escort ataköy to listen at the door to her room, one hand still caressing her deprived pussy.

She stood there for a bit and thought, finally walking back to the mirror and again looking at her lean and muscular form. His plan failed, for undaunted and apparently aroused beyond the point of no return, she returned to the bed and lay on her stomach.

She assumed her first position, on her stomach, and pushed out her ass to accommodate her hand underneath. He watched astounded as her respiration grew labored, her breaths grew shorter, more frenzied and ragged and then almost stopped. Her ass rose further off of the bed and her entire torso shivered, as the tight knolls of her ass clenched in a series of spasms and a trickle of fluid ran from her pussy onto the sheets. She muffled several high-pitched squeals in the pillow below her as she came and continued to stroke herself with the hand hidden from his eyes. Her body relaxed as she brought her quivering fingers to her face and laid them in her gaping mouth, tasting the glistening juices.

After a period of recovery she stood and again approached the mirror. She squatted slightly to wipe her hand over her pussy lips. As she brought the hand up he thought that she would again taste herself, but she surprised him. She wiped her hand over her breasts like she was spreading body wash and then sparingly dabbed under her ears as if she were applying fine perfume. This she followed with a squirt of actual perfume in the same places, choosing not to shower. She again donned her sweatshirt, her blue panties, and tight gray running shorts and left the room without first checking to see if Foster was about. Maybe, he thought, she wanted to surprise him in the hallway, maybe not.

He quietly rose to his knees and backed to the stairs, descended to his bedroom and began to change his dusty clothes. Again he considered relieving his swollen member, and again he decided to wait; by now he mused, he was so horny that his wad would hit the headboard behind him when he came, so built up was his frustration that clear fluid had leaked a large spot onto his underwear. So he busied himself about his bedroom and finally managed to forget his hard-on.

He dressed and descended to the family room to find Jennifer watching television, barefoot in the sweatshirt and tiny gray athletic shorts, her legs pulled up onto the chair and provocatively tilted sideways, ass turned out, so that the crotch of her shorts graphically outlined her swollen lips and the split along her backside. “Hi Mr. Davis” she said innocently, without a trace of her lust, “it’s so nice to watch TV in English for a change. I don’t even mind the commercials,” she added with a laugh.

“TV in English, huh? What else did you miss,” he asked her, not quite knowing where the conversation would lead after what he had just seen.

“Pizza,” she answered without hesitation. “We went to France and Italy and ate different kinds of food all over Europe, but America has a taste all its own” she said with a smile.

“Then pizza it is” he said. “Whenever you are ready, we can go out for some dinner. My treat.”

She popped up from her chair and turned off the television. “Then let’s go. I’m starved,” she said as she ran back to the guest room, “but I have to change first” she called as she scurried back the hallway, and he watched her developed rear end gyrate into the distance.

He was dressed in his normal weekend garb, jeans and a sweatshirt, and he sat and waited for her to return, which was remarkably fast. When his wife dressed to go out it had meant that they wouldn’t be leaving for over an hour.

But out she came in a maroon sweat suit and sneakers. She wore very little make-up, and truth be told she didn’t need it.

They walked to a local family pizza pub, took a small table for two in a corner by a window and ordered a pizza and a pitcher of dark beer. He was impressed that she requested dark beer, as he normally had to drink some nameless light beer when he went out with friends, and moreover was used to girls her age drinking watery fruity drinks. But Jennifer had developed a taste for it in Europe much to his surprise.

After one pitcher the pizza came and they ordered another pitcher. She dove into the food like she was starved, devouring three slices to his two. The beer started to take hold as they began to people-watch, and they got the giggles over a couple with three horribly misbehaved children and sat closer together, speaking into each other’s ears up close, so that their silly conversation would not be overheard. He relished every whisper of her hot breath on his ear. As she spotted each succeeding couple she would alert him with a nod of her head and a tap on his leg under the table, but eventually the tap became a stroke of sorts and soon her foot remained nonchalantly crossed against his calf. Her perfume mixture and his memory of today’s events had their desired effect as he sat with a partial erection the entire second pitcher, her exotic scent a sort of ambrosia that subtly tugged on his libido and accented the physical contact between them. They drained the second pitcher and headed out the door. She bought a 6-pack of the beer to go even though he had beer at the house. She claimed that she got sick if she changed beers halfway through the night.

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*

To find an apartment for rent for two single ladies is now officially categorized as herculean task. I had lost count of a number of houses that I and my friend, Neha had visited over the past 6 days.

The mobile numbers of brokers filled up my contact list every time we explained the house owner that it is not a family, but only two 22 year old unmarried ladies, who are going to move in. He would slowly call the broker to one side of the room and start whispering.

We immediately knew that even this house is gone for a toss. Spinsters are considered as evil witches who cast spells on men and bring them home and do nasty godforsaken things with them. That’s the rumour that these species called house owners heard as their bedtime stories when they were kids.

We tried to politely explain to him that we have got a job here and we work for a well-known MNC as software developers. We further explained that will pay rent on time and cause no havoc in whatever little time we get to spend at home after the company sucks out our life each day. But it fell on deaf ears.

We were given 7 days of free accommodation in the company sponsored hotel and we were running out of time. Staying in PG for women seemed to be our only hope. We did not like it one bit. Madiha”! Neha called out loud. She was furiously searching for houses for rent in Sulekha.

She wanted me to check out this place which was around 6 kms from our office; it had 2 BHK, one open terrace and also 2 bathrooms. The rent quoted was also reasonable. I immediately dialled the number just to get the broker on the other end.

He told us that the place was already nearly booked by someone else but on hearing a female voice, he told us to meet him at a set location and check out the house never-the-less. Me and Neha got dressed and took an auto to the location.

The broker was scary looking man who stood over 6 feet tall and weighed close to 110 kilos. He was riding an old Yamaha bike and his bottom engulfed the entire seat. We slowly walked behind him as he took us through a lane.

We walked and walked until we reached a dead-end. Neha and I exchanged glances.

“The last house, Madam”, said the ogre. An independent house with 2 floors with withering paint stared at us

“2 BHK ma’am, no pollution, no traffic sound, the owner very good.

The ogre continued in his broken English. He rang the calling bell, and a fat plump lady wearing a saree which displayed her 3 tires around her belly opened the door. Princess Fiona and broker ogre, where is the donkey?

The fat lady had a serious conversation with the broker ogre in their colloquial language. I felt the ground below me shake as her voice boomed over the word rent. Neha was cool. She had already started walking around here and there as if she knew this house was ours for the taking.

“No Boyfriends here,” the fat lady’s voice pierced in my head.

I was so scared that I nodded by default. The fact that she said boyfriends instead of just boyfriend gave me a feeling that she thought I was a slut, or will become one soon.

Tell your friend also. I again nodded. She went inside and came back with a key and gave it to the broker ogre come, upstairs room. Full ventilation marble flooring Neha looked excited. She liked isolated houses. I like flats with lots of people around me.

I felt secure then and the front room was not that big one bedroom was bigger than the other.

“The kitchen opened to a terrace where there was so much place clothes hanging you and the owner’s family,” said the ogre share.

Oh! I understood that he wanted to tell me that this terrace will also be used by the owner’s family to dry clothes. Neha was flying around the house like a butterfly. She seemed to like this place.

The problem began the broker ogre, house booked by another man pay extra 1000 Rs and house yours. Yes, said Neha immediately. I looked at her. She had a pleading look on her face and I did not want to say NO. 10 months advance and if you leave within a year, 2 months’ rent will be deducted and one month rent is my fees.

This the broker spoke in perfect English. I agreed as this is the process followed by every single house owner in this city. “You can shift after you pay advance. Today also ok “, the ogre grinned. Stupid ogre!

“Who stays downstairs?”

I asked him good family. Wife you saw before, husband gone to work, one kid gone to school. Fiona looked scary, wondering how Shrek will be. I smiled. We wanted to move in tomorrow, we paid the advance, paid the broker.

We did not have much luggage. We had to buy everything from scratch. We moved in. Fiona smiled for the first time as I handed over the cheque to her. She must have really felt like a princess then. We never met her husband till date.

It seems like he did not have veto powers in that house to decide the tenants. All was done by Fiona. Neha liked the terrace the best. She was a hardcore Yoga bakırköy escort enthusiast and always woke up by 6 to do her acrobatics. She had a well maintained body and a flat stomach.

Though not flat I had little flesh where is mattered and was too lazy to do Yoga or exercise of any sort. The husband or the official house owner it seems was out of station for some days. The kid was nice, he was around 10 and resembled baby shrek.

One morning while we were going to work, we climbed down the stairs to the gate, I saw a man topless scratching the hair on his chest looking at the motor. He seemed to be shocked to see us first. He then smiled at us. There was an evil grin to it.

Neha smiled back.

“New tenants” he asked.

“Yes” Neha replied.

“Do you like the house?”

“Like it very much” replied Neha.

“Come sometime for coffee in our house when you are free”, said the topless man, still rubbing his chest. He had a dhoti.

He had a sacred thread around his body to show his Brahmin origin. His pot belly prevented him from seeing his toes when he looked down. Shrek family did exist here. We smiled and we ran off to work.

There was a sound of laughter in my head as I tried to clear my mind. Was it just a dream or did I really hear it. I looked at the time it was 6:30 am. I got up and checked the other bedroom for Neha. She was not there.

She must be doing Yoga. I heard another roar of laughter. When did she start laughter therapy sessions like those mad people who believed that laughing with their hands raised without any reason on the roadside can prevent heart attacks?

And they can eat masala chicken soon after they get home as laughter therapy shields them against cholesterol and triglyceride levels in their body.

I looked out of the window and I saw Neha was talking to the house owner. He was topless as usual.

He had a small steel tumbler in his hands. He did not look like he did Suryanamaskar 101 times a day. He had come to see Neha. I could not hear what they were talking about but from what it looked, Shrek was talking about his pot belly and his hands were rubbing his belly.

I did not like his intentions one bit. Neha was in a t shirt and her track pants. I opened the door and told Neha to make tea. The house owner did not like it. He smiled at me. His eyes conveyed the fact that he will first get her and then it will be my turn soon. He was around 45 years old.

Neha reluctantly went inside. She was not of suspicious nature by birth. She liked to talk to everyone, unlike me who suspected everyone. The house owner wanted to say something to me but he thought against it and smiled and climbed down the stairs.

I did not want to scare Neha by telling her about my doubts to her. Neha told me that he does his morning prayers in the terrace and he was very funny. I nodded and refrained from asking anymore to end that conversation. While walking down the stairs, Princess Fiona turned up.

She said she was leaving to her hometown for 2 weeks as it was summer vacation for her son. I was not happy to hear that. Uncle will be here. Our duplicate keys will be with him. I was sad on hearing this. 2 weeks of freedom for Shrek. Wondering what plans he had in his head. I was sure it involved us for sure.

Next day morning, I woke up and upon not finding Neha, I peeped out of the window and I saw topless Uncle Shrek and Neha on the terrace. It seems he had made tea for her as the cup she was holding was of alien origin. The topic for today was also pot belly as he still had his other hand ran over his belly.

I did not barge in this time. I wanted to see to extend he will go. Since it was the last house of the lane no one could see them on the terrace. I watched him as he outlined the shape of his belly with his hand. Innocent Neha was listening to all his fake problems intently and staring at his belly. God, this girl is so dumb.

I wanted to slap her and of course him. I was about to go there when Neha stretched her hand and touched his pot belly. He would have asked her to feel it. She was actually reluctant but he said something and she laughed. Her other hand was also on his belly.

She was pressing it. I had no clue what uncle Shrek was telling her. But it seemed to work for him. A young girl had her hands around his stomach. Ah! She must be telling him about different yoga styles that he could do to reduce belly fat. The old fart couldn’t care less, all that he should do is hog less.

Before he could do anything more, I made a sound of door opening which caught him off guard. I walked in. Neha was laughing and telling me to look at his pot belly. I did not smile. He wants to do yoga to reduce the fat. I stared at him. He felt uncomfortable and asked me if I needed tea.

I said No. He took the glass from Neha and immediately rushed off. After he left, Neha imitated Uncle’s looks by keeping a pillow inside her t-shirt. I told her if she was not careful, she won’t need a pillow to imitate him. escort bahçelievler She did not even understand the point.

This was becoming a routine now. The next day I woke up to see topless Shrek in underwear this time, the one which has some more length. He was a Brinjal with hands and legs but with a cunning head. Neha was lying on the floor and demonstrating some asana. He was eyeing Neha from head to toe.

I opened the window slightly to hear what they were talking about. She got up and told Uncle Shrek to do the same. His master plan required him to do some hard work. He had calculated this effort as he lay flat. I could see them clearly. He had purposely tied the naada loosely.

His butt-crack was visible. I felt that his underwear will slide down completely. After trying in vain to lift any of his body parts, he gave up. Neha was laughing. She was always in a jolly mood. He got up after Neha helped him to stand.

He complained of pains everywhere. He pointed to a place on his back. Neha immediately pressed that part to see if there was pain. He let out a ooucch. What a Jerk! Oscar winning performance and he was also rubbing his belly and Neha was then massaging his belly because he felt intense pain there.

He sat on a stool nearby. Neha was standing near him. He asked her if he went home and repeated this exercise which parts of his body would reduce fat. Neha said that this was majorly to reduce belly. He face was on the same height as Neha’s belly now. She was wearing a shirt.

I want to get a belly like yours” said the fart face. I knew what he was getting at. Neha was not getting it at all. She blushed actually. I think it must be flat and smooth” uncle continued. Neha blushed uncontrollably. He again ran his hand around his belly and then looked at Neha’s belly.

It can’t be this big said Uncle Shrek. Neha laughed. No ways it can be that big. Saying this she slowly lifted her t shirt revealing her perfectly flat navel out in the open for Uncle to see. His eyes lit like 100 Watt bulb on seeing the bare skin of a 22 year old girl.

Her belly button was hidden as her track pants covered it. She lifted it a bit and let Uncle get a good look at her belly. He immediately told her that she has a very beautiful stomach that he has ever seen which made Neha beam with pride. Look at my belly button continued Uncle Shrek. It has gone under my belly now.

Neha looked down at her stomach. She saw that her belly button was invisible. Can I also see your belly button”? asked Uncle innocently.

“Yes”, replied Neha. But Neha had held up her t shirt with both hands. “Can I?” asked Uncle.

Ok nodded Neha. He slowly brought his hands towards. This was the luckiest day of that Bastard’s life. He held her pants and slowly pulled it down bringing into view the most beautiful belly button that he will ever get to see in his lifetime.

He pulled her pants dangerously down just above her panties. He now stared at her navel. He was at a loss of words. He kept staring at her navel. Stupid dumbass Neha was beaming with pride.

“This is the most beautiful navel I have ever seen,” were the words that Uncle could manage to say.

That devil, he was taking advantage of her and I was not doing anything to stop him. I had to do something before he rapes her there. I pushed a steel vessel and it made a loud noise. Neha immediately pulled down her t shirt and ran towards the sound.

Uncle shrek would have been disappointed. He immediately ran down. He would go and shag his dick out. I knew immediately that he was not going to stop till he pins Neha and also me. I was scared to leave Neha alone even for a minute when he was there that day.

The next morning, I woke up early around 5 am. I saw Neha had not woken up as it was Saturday. I looked out of the window and saw Uncle lingering around here and there. I saw Uncle fiddling with his cell. He was calling Neha. I heard the ring as Neha picked up.

She half-heartedly woke up and went to the terrace. She did not even brush. She was wearing a knee length skirt and a loose shirt. She was in no mood for any yoga. Still Uncle did not give up hope. He told her to just stand there and instruct him.

The wind was blowing in full strength and poor Neha had a hard time holding on to her skirt from getting lifted. The shirt that she was wearing was uncontrollable. It was not tucked to her skirt and it was flying around clearly showing bit of her navel here and there much to Uncle’s delight.

Neha was again focusing on the yoga asanas, whereas Uncle deliberately did things wrong so as to make Neha correct him by touching him. Neha made him lie flat on the mat on his belly. It was a difficult thing for him. She wanted him to lift his head up and also simultaneously lift one leg up.

The doti was not letting him lift his leg. Neha was getting annoyed with it. Uncle can you remove that dhoti and keep it in the side, it might help you better” suggested Neha. This was exactly what he wanted ataköy escort to hear in a flash he removed his dhoti. Neha was shocked, so was I.

He was wearing very small underwear barely covering his ass. Large parts of his ass were on display to Neha. It was too late and would hurt him if she asked him to put it back on, so Neha did not say anything. That was a green light for him.

He was next to naked on the terrace. Neha tried to ignore the ass staring at her face and made him lift his leg. He was an LPG cylinder to lift. Uncle tilted and lay on his back now. This was a surprise as Neha could make out a huge bulge in front of his underwear tracing his animal inside.

“Can you demonstrate it to me once please?”

Neha was shocked to see Uncle like this. She had never thought the session would turn out to be like this. She asked him to shift. He stood up. Neha then lay on the mat on her front. He knew which position to stand to get a good view.

Neha then told uncle that he should raise his neck and count till 5 and then slowly lift his left leg up and count till 5. She then slowly lifted her left leg. Her skirt was dancing in the wind and as soon as she lifted her leg. It rose up. Neha immediately tried to pull it down.

Uncle told her not to worry about the wind. Uncle was standing right behind her so that he could get a clear view of her panty when she lifted her leg.

“Can I help u lift your leg” asked the uncle. Neha refused.

“No problem, I can do it” saying this uncle held her left leg and pulled it up.

Her skirt was up all the way revealing her yellow panty. I could see the bulge of his underwear expanding from where I was standing. He slowly helped her leg back and then he held her right leg and lifted it. The skirt was of a thin material and it raised up all the way displaying Neha’s ass to him clearly.

Neha then turned around. She knew that damage was done, he had seen her panties. She looked at his underwear; it resembled the creature that we had seen in the movie tremors. Neha was mesmerized and she somehow couldn’t take her eyes off his underwear.

He knew where she was looking at. I was spellbound. “Now I wanted to see to what extend Neha could control herself your stomach,” said Uncle Shrek, he was now staring at her stomach. Neha came back to her senses. “What?” she asked.

“After doing so many workouts, does it become hard or is it still soft.” Neha again blushed, she did not want to comment on herself. “Its ok-ok, “she replied.

“What does that mean?” cunning Shrek asked her.

“Well! Not hard at all!”

“Oh common! it must be like a rock now,” teased Uncle Shrek.

“No No, it’s not.” Neha was lying on the mat now on her back. Uncle was sitting in his world class near naked underwear. Oh common, I should at least get to know what it feels after I do so many asanas. Neha was laughing at this.

“One time please” begged Uncle beggar .

“ok”! replied Neha. Uncle was on cloud number 999.

“Breathe normally now. Let me feel it.”

Neha closed her eyes and started breathing slowly. Uncle touched her stomach over her shirt. “It’s very hard” uncle said.

“That’s because you are feeling my shirt. Lift it and then you will know.”

Uncle was getting what he wanted. He carefully lifted her shirt. But to his dismay, he could only see the skirt as it was tied high up. He pressed his hands on her stomach on top of her skirt and said hard it is.

Neha was expecting this. She was not going to give up . Wait she replied. She quickly released the hook of her skirt. There was a zip near it and she pulled it now and then dragged her skirt down. The skirt was very loose now the wind now lifted the other end of the skirt all the way up revealing her panty to Uncle.

“Ok let me solve this “saying this pulled down her skirt entirely from her legs. Neha was stunned. Uncle then placed the skirt near his dhoti that she had earlier removed tit for tat. Neha was lying in her panty now. I could feel my pulse quicken as Uncle then undid the buttons of her shirt.

Neha was not even trying to stop him. She was enjoying it. He knew he had her in his control now. He slowly undid all the buttons of her shirt and spread it apart. She had the most beautiful pair of breasts covered by a maroon bra.

He then slowly lifted her and removed her shirt completely out of her body. I was watching all this in disbelief. He slowly caressed his hand on her soft navel. She had her eyes closed. He was slowly running his hands around her belly button.

It must have been giving her goosebumps. He then slowly started running his hand towards her breasts. His other hand was now caressing her inner thighs. She was totally under that fat man’s spell. Neha was twisting and turning her body as each touch of his tickled her.

He whispered something in her ears and Neha blushed. He then slowly bend his head and kissed her navel. Neha jumped out of pleasure. I could see that he wanted to strip her naked on the terrace. His hands were slowly on top of her panties and trying to pull it down.

Suddenly the alarm clock in her bed rang as it was usual 6 o clock for her to wake up. Neha jumped up. She immediately put her clothes back on. There was noticeable disgust on the old man’s face. She ran to switch off the alarm before it woke me up.

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