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My vision was the only thing on my mind when I walked into the optometrist’s office for my annual checkup. I was more than overdue for my eye exam, but what I saw as soon as I opened the office door made me take a hard second look. And it wasn’t because my eyes were bad; on the contrary, my vision is near perfect. No, what caused me to stare was the woman standing against the counter.

I saw immediately that she was wearing high heels and her legs were displayed all the way up to where her short skirt ended about four inches above her knees. She had one leg cocked in a half-suggestive way as she put her weight on the counter and wrote something in a medical file. Her well-toned calves gave away her penchant for workouts. Her black skirt was covered by a white, medical smock that reached only to mid-thigh and did nothing to hide a curvaceous butt. I could not see her face, but her auburn brown hair flowed perfectly to her shoulders.

I snapped out of my momentary stupor and walked over to the counter to check in with the receptionist. I was standing right next to the woman and before I could say anything to the receptionist, I smelled her scent, a delightful perfume that somehow seemed to match her persona. She must have felt me looking at her as she stopped writing, glanced up at me, and shifted slightly away from the counter, ostensibly to make room for me. Her perfect facial features were accented by thin, dark-framed glasses that made her blue eyes gleam. Her full, red lips broke into a warm smile and she said, “Good morning!” with a voice that was sexy and soothing at the same time.

“Uh… Hi. I’m Mike and I’m here for my eye appointment,” I stammered as I glanced down at her silky smooth blouse with the top two buttons undone. The sides of her medical smock were pushed to the side by her generous chest. My dirty mind engaged as I envisioned a lace, half-bra straining under its load beneath the blouse. My eyes returned to hers, but not quickly enough as her expression changed and she looked down at the receptionist, indicating that I needed to check in with her. I knew I was busted, but what can I say – I can’t help it if I’m attracted to natural beauty!

I shifted my gaze and checked in with the receptionist, verifying my name, address, date of birth, and insurance coverage. She typed something on a keyboard and the printer behind her fed a sheet of paper through. She reached back for the paper, put it on the counter in front of me and handed me a pen. As she leaned forward, my eyes shifted from her face to look right down her blouse. It, too, was unbuttoned at least two buttons and was covering another large set of tits held up by a low-cut, red bra. The thought that I must be at the entrance to heaven quickly came, and then her voice snapped me back into reality.

“Please sign here, Mike,” she said looking directly at me as my eyes shifted up to her face. I took the pen from her and scribbled my name on the line. “Please have a seat. Melanie will be with you shortly,” she continued as she handed the paper to the woman standing next to me. Melanie took the sheet of paper from the receptionist, glanced up at me and smiled again, and continued her writing.

Awkwardly, I looked around the room for a chair and then sat down so that I was looking straight at Melanie. Her stance seemed to thrust her butt out directly at me, but I convinced myself that it was only me wishing that it was so. Still…

Presently Melanie finished writing, closed the folder, handed it to the receptionist, said something, and turned around. I didn’t have to shift my gaze as I beykent escort bayan had been blatantly staring at her the entire time I was sitting. Her tits shifted as she turned causing small circles to be traced under her silk blouse. It was as if they were yelling to me “Here we are! Look at us! Aren’t we something?!”

I stood up as she walked over to me, extended her right hand, and said “Hi, Mike. I’m Melanie. Come with me and we’ll begin your exam.” I shook her hand. It was warm with just the right amount of firmness. She stepped to one side and motioned me toward a hallway. “Right this way. Second door on the right.”

I went down the hall and turned into the second open door on the right. It was a typical vision examining room. The big chair for the patient, a wheeled stool for the Dr., some big apparatus hanging down from the ceiling at the side of the big chair, and a counter filled with stuff along the wall. The window shades were drawn shut and the soft carpeting muffled any sounds. I did notice something different about this room, though. A full size, leather sofa was against the wall opposite from the exam position. I stopped in the middle of the room. Melanie closed the door firmly, reached over, and dimed the lighting.

“Please sit down, Mike,” she directed. “And we’ll get started with some paperwork.”

I sat down in the big chair and she sat down on the stool and turned on a light above the counter. She hooked the heel of one shoe on the stool rail about a foot off the floor. This caused her skirt to slide up exposing more of her legs. Even in the dim lighting I could see her legs as they seemed to spread apart automatically. I had to force my eyes up as she began to ask questions about my vision history and general health.

My file was on the counter and as she made notes on it, she would swivel on the stool with her legs almost under the counter, then back toward me. Each time she turned, it seemed as if her skirt rode up a little higher. Finally, with all the preliminary questions asked and answered, she put her pen down and turned the stool back toward me. I could swear her skirt was halfway up her thighs. She turned off the counter lamp and suddenly the room was darkened. The only light in the room was that leaking through the closed blinds and the l-e-d on/off indicators on the instruments.

“O.K. Let’s see if you can read these letters,” she said as she turned on the projector to display the eye chart on the opposite wall. “Read the top line, Mike.”

“O.K. F-U-C-K-M-E.” I think I said what was on my mind.

“Ah… That’s not all correct. Why don’t you try the second line?”

“O.K., let’s see. B-I-G-T-I-T-S,” I said advancing my fantasy somewhat surreptitiously.

“Hmmmm… Those aren’t correct either. Let’s try this one,” she replied as she dialed another eye chart apparently unaware of my intentional mistakes.

“Oh, that’s better,” I said deciding that I would follow the protocol. “L-D-R-P-C-M.”

“Good,” she followed, relieved that I could read the 20/50 line correctly. “Now this line,” she said as she highlighted another set of letters.

“W-O-Y-F-G-K,” I answered correctly.

“Excellent. That’s 20/20 which is what we expected. Now I’m going to check for any abnormalities.” She scooted the stool directly in front of me with my legs between her legs. “Just a little closer,” she said as she reached up for the handle of an instrument that she pulled down in front of my face. She moved the stool closer and I could feel the inside of her legs contact my incirli escort bayan knees. I moved my knees apart slightly. She didn’t move her legs, but continued to position the instrument. I reached my right hand up and touched her arm.

“Oh, excuse me,” I said pretending it was inadvertent.

“Oh, that’s O.K.” she said.

She had both her hands up on either side of the instrument making adjustments. I could tell she was less than an arm’s length away from me.

I reached out with both hands and placed them inside her medical smock. Before she could say anything, I promptly moved my hands up and lightly grasped each of her tits.

“Excuse me,” was her response.

“Oh, that’s O.K., Melanie. You’re a professional. Just continue with the exam.”

“Will you please remove your hands?” she asked, intending for me to take my hands off her tits.

However, I had other plans. I squeezed her tits harder.

I felt her upper body slump slightly and thought I heard a faint moan.

“Mike, please…” she began to plead.

“Melanie,” I interrupted. “Continue with the exam,” I replied with a firm voice as I squeezed her tits.

“I… Uh… I don’t know if I can…”

“Sure you can,” I encouraged her. “You were adjusting this instrument.” I began to gently, but firmly, knead her tits. This time I definitely heard her moan. She squirmed slightly under my hands. I took that as a good sign.

“Go ahead. Continue the exam,” I instructed. “Move closer.”

“Uh…”

I felt her legs spread apart as she moved the stool closer to the big chair. My knees were now pushing against the upper part of the inside of her legs. I could almost see her legs spread wide and her skirt bunched up just above her pussy.

“Mike, I can’t seem… Oh, god…”

I was pinching her nipples through her blouse and bra. With one hand I began to unbutton her blouse.

“Melanie,” I reassured her. “Continue on. Tell me what you are doing.”

Her blouse was undone down to the top of her skirt. I pulled her blouse out from her skirt, spread it apart outside her tits, and began to massage her tits from outside her bra.

“I’m… Uh… It’s… A… I don’t remem-“

“Melanie. Lean forward.” I gave her no alternative.

She leaned forward. I reached behind her and popped the clasp on her bra. I moved my hands to the front under her bra and began to assault her tits.

“Oh, god,” she uttered as she pushed her chest forward into my hands.

“Melanie. Move the instrument out of the way.”

She moved it aside. I looked down and saw her legs were indeed spread wide and her skirt was bunched up at the top of her legs. I put the first two fingers of my left hand into her mouth and moved my right hand between her legs and rubbed her pussy through her panties. Her eyes were open wide and she was making moaning sounds that vibrated through my fingers. I figured it was now or never. I pushed my fingers apart and stretched her mouth open. I leaned forward until my face was almost touching hers. Her breathing was labored and hot on my face.

“Melanie. Get up and go over to the sofa.”

I pulled my fingers out of her mouth, moved my hand off her pussy, and squeezed her left nipple hard. She groaned, got up, and unsteadily walked over to the sofa. Her tits were pushed out under her loosened bra and her skirt bunched up around her butt. She stopped by the sofa. Without waiting for her to question what was happening, I turned her around so she was facing the sofa and gently pushed her forward. zeytinburnu escort bayan She put her knees on the sofa cushions and rested her forearms on the back of the sofa. I flipped her smock up over her back and pushed her skirt up to her waist. I reached down, pulled her panties down and off over her high heels and pushed her knees apart.

I put two fingers into her pussy. She was sloppy wet. One might think that she hadn’t had sex in her exam room before.

“Mike, I…” she started to say.

I took my fingers out of her cunt, reached around, and put them into her mouth. I put two fingers from my other hand into her cunt and started to finger fuck her mouth and her cunt at the same time.

She moved back into my hand and started groaning with each thrust.

I leaned forward and said “You’re going to finish my exam when we’re done here. You really like this, don’t you?” I started talking nasty to her.

“Uh…”

“You probably fuck all your patients, don’t you?”

“No, I…” She could hardly talk with my fingers in her mouth.

“You probably wish everyone would pinch your tits, don’t you?”

“Ah…”

“You love my hand in your cunt, don’t you?”

“Uh…”

“I’m going to fuck you now. I’m going to take my fingers out and take my cock out and shove it into your cunt. I don’t want you to move until I’m fucking you. Do you understand, Melanie?”

I took my fingers out and started to unbuckle my belt.

“Mike, you can’t do this! We can’t do this!” she protested weakly.

I slapped her hard on the ass.

“Owwww…!”

My pants were down and my cock was out, hard and straight. I rubbed it up and down her cunt lips. She moaned. I slammed it into her cunt.

“Ohhhhh…!”

I grabbed her hips and started to hammer her cunt. She grunted “Uhh… Uhh…” each time I fucked her full stroke. I reached around and pulled her nipple hard. I pinched it and rolled it in my fingers, all the while fucking her hard.

Her cunt was getting sloppier and every minute or so she would stiffen up, arch her back, and say “Oh, fuck!”

After about five minutes of fucking my eye doctor, I came hard dumping my load deep in her cunt. I rested a bit and pulled out. I pulled my pants up and she was still bent over the sofa.

“Melanie, get yourself presentable. For goodness sakes, put your panties on. Fix your bra. Button your blouse and pull your skirt down. Then get over here and finish my exam.”

She slowly pushed up off the sofa and looked around for her panties. My cum was starting to run out of her cunt and down her legs. She reached down on the floor to get them, put her high heels through the panty legs, and pulled them up. She pushed her skirt down and made some semblance of smoothing it out. Her tits were on display and they rolled with her every movement. She put them into her bra, reached around to clasp it, and readjusted them. She buttoned her blouse and stuffed it into her skirt. While she was doing all this, she would glance over at me sitting in the big chair.

She walked over to where I was sitting.

“Well, that was interesting,” she said. “I hope you don’t think you can just walk in here for an exam and fuck your eye doctor.”

“Why not? Are you mad? Didn’t you like it?”

“It doesn’t matter whether or not I liked it. It wasn’t professional. I could lose my job.”

“I doubt that. You’re a good doctor and a great fucker. Now sit down here so I can play with your tits some more while you finish the exam.”

She sat down on her stool and moved to her position in front of the big chair. I played with her tits through her blouse and bra while she finished the exam.

We walked out to the reception area and Melanie handed my file to the receptionist. “Please schedule Mike for another appointment.” Then she picked up the file for the next patient and walked over to greet her. I looked down into the receptionist’s blouse and made another appointment.

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The Birthday Card

Two people, wronged by those they loved, take part in an act of revenge, with an unexpected consequence.

This is a standalone story, written in the first person, in which, for the most part, neither character speaks. I’ve posted it under Erotic Coupling, but, like many other stories, it spills over into other genres, including, in this instance; Anal Sex, and Romance. There is also some humour, buried in the twist at the end.

If you don’t like it, tell me. If you do, please also tell your friends.

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The knock on my door, came with an air of surprise that failed to move my lacklustre mood. When I answered, I couldn’t find the interest to ask why Carol was here, outside of the fact it was my birthday and in her hand she held a card.

I hadn’t seen Carol in more than a year. Not since my slut of a wife, had run off with her toad of a husband. The fact the two women had been best friends, wasn’t my problem.

When Carol didn’t offer the card, I figured she wanted to come in, so I stood to one side. The unspoken gesture was taken up, and she dashed past into the house. I attributed her haste, more to the fact it was bitterly cold outside, than any eagerness she might have to see me.

I closed the door, and remained there for a moment, still holding onto the handle. It gave me a chance to think what was behind this unexpected visit. It wasn’t as if Carol and I, knew each other. She, and her rich douche of a husband, had moved in different circles. Her friendship with my now ex-wife, merely a hold over from their youth, and hadn’t, at least before today, been extended to include me.

Having come up with nothing that made any sense, I figured I’d go get the answer, and followed her into the sitting room.

Carol’s discarded coat lay over the back of my sofa. She, herself, stood between that and my log fire, which, as far as I knew, was the only source of warmth in the room. Carol turned her gaze to me, but was yet to utter a single word. I couldn’t take issue with that, as neither had I.

I stepped around the couch, and stopped a couple of feet away. We were lit only by the flames from the fire, as I had allowed it to get dark outside, and hadn’t been arsed to turn on the light, still wasn’t. Even in the flickering light from the fire, and despite the flawless make-up, there was no denying she was attractive.

She had dressed in a pale, well fitted blouse, a dark, just above the knee, pencil skirt that cinched to her waist, black stockings, and four inch heels. All very smart, but then, when you have money, smart is just everyday. Had she been wearing jeans, a thick jumper, and stout boots, all of which made more sense in weather like this, I’d have been more impressed.

Carol drew a deep breath. I couldn’t fail but to notice the swell it caused beneath the expensive silk of her blouse, and spoke of what it concealed. A hand raised from her side, and offered the envelope it held. She presented it flat, so as to display her perfectly manicured fingers, tipped with blood red nails, who’s mirror finish caught the flicker of the firelight.

Despite my pause in taking the envelope, she held the pose until I did. I took an even longer pause to examine her expression for some sort of motive behind her visit, and found none, beyond a hint of nervousness in her eyes. Maybe the card itself would furnish an answer? If not, then I guessed we were done.

With one eye on Carol, I slid my thumb under the flap and tore open the envelope. As I drew the everyday card from its paper confines, she remained expressionless. On the front, it said, ‘Happy Birthday’, and had a random smattering of cartoon fireworks and streamers, on a white, semi gloss background. It couldn’t have been more ordinary and indistinct, so if she was expecting me to be pleased, or grateful in any way, she was mistaken. And yet she remained, statuesque and blank.

I flipped the card open, and folded it back on itself to more easily read the inside. It was one of those, ‘Blank for your own words’, affairs, that I never send, because it meant making an effort to write something personal and witty. Not that she’d followed through on that point, her exquisite script just said, ‘Happy Birthday, Jake’. There was no solitary ‘X’, that most would consider an obligatory norm, nor did it bare her name.

Puzzled, I closed the card, looked it over, then reopened it. Carol had made this card the focus of her visit, therefore, it must have greater significance than I had yet established. It was then that I noticed, in the top left corner of what was the inside of the front cover, a folded down post note. It’s pale yellowness having failed to stand out against the white of the card, due to the yellow flames from the fire being the only illumination in the room.

I lifted the edge of the note, which revealed more words in the same hand. The writing was smaller, so I tilted the card to catch more of the firelight. The kartal escort bayan flicker from the flames made the letters dance, and I had to read it more than once, before what it said became clear.

‘I have a gift, that I hope you will accept, but only once you’ve destroyed this note.’

I peeled the note from the card, and read it again. Still none the wiser, but aware of what it demanded, I scrunched it up between my fingers, then flicked it into the flames. There followed a flare up that brightened the room for a moment, and I swear a small smile formed on Carol’s lips.

As the light dimmed back down, Carol made her move. The hand raised itself again, this time to take back the card. She turned to face the fire, and placed the card on the mantle, where it joined three others. One from my parents, another from my sister, and the third, my work colleagues. I had placed them there more out of tradition than celebration. That, and the fact I was a tidy person who felt there was a place for everything, and everything should be in its place.

The distraction the cards created, led me to miss Carol stepping back, to sit in the middle of the sofa. I chose to return to the armchair I had occupied before her arrival. It was positioned to the side of the fire, but faced where she sat.

The silence, we continued to maintain, was joined by stillness, made all the more surreal, as the logs on the fire had started to burn down. Soon, we would be in almost complete darkness, barely aware the other was there.

I contemplated turning on the light, but instead tossed another log onto the fire, and gave the embers a good rake with the poker. The flames grew large again, as they licked at this new source of energy. Sitting back down, I could now see my visitor in the light from the fire, while I sank back into the shadows, where my face remained unseen.

Another deep breath from Carol, repeated the swell of her chest, and caused more movement beneath her blouse. Her smile broadened to show perfect white teeth, then she slipped her hands into a bracing position, either side of where she sat. Sure I was watching, her knees started to part, and my eyes dropped to follow this motion. There was little to see at first, but then the darkness between her legs grew bright, as the light from the fire reflected off white thighs, from beyond the top of her black stockings. Her narrow skirt tightened, and progress came to a halt. She slid her hips forward, which caused the skirt to ride up high enough for the show to continue.

As carol’s legs spread further, I tried to make out what kind of underwear she was wearing. Then it became clear, she was not. This revelation completed the task of fully forming my erection, which she may or may not be able to make out, as it tented the front of my pants.

Again the tight skirt forced a halt. This time her hands came into play, and she hitched the hem to her hips, then slid right to the edge of the couch, fully exposing her clean shaved, and perfectly formed, pussy.

Carol held that pose for a moment, before her now freed legs continued to spread, until they were almost one hundred and eighty degrees apart. I watched, enthralled, as the moisture holding her outer lips closed, parted without aid, to reveal soft and rosy pink inner lips, which glistened in the fire light.

In silence, I slid to my knees and crawled towards what was being gifted me. As I neared the prize, my head blocked the light from the fire, and the vision of loveliness vanished. Small price to pay, I thought, as the heat emanating from between her thighs, and the heady scent of a woman aroused, combined to replace the loss.

When my nose made contact with her folds, I drew a deep breath through my nostrils, and my eyes closed to enhance the experience. I pushed forward, to press my lips to hers. It had been a long while since I’d been this close to a woman, and a pre-orgasmic shudder ran through me. Carol’s hands flew to my head, and pulled me closer still. Had it been as long for her?

My tongue slipped from between my lips, used for the first time tonight, yet still not to form words, the absence of which now heightened the excitement I felt. I somehow knew her sweetness would be intoxicating, and the flickering glow of the fire, caught only in my peripheral vision, added to the hypnotic atmosphere.

My osculating lips, triggered a flood of pussy nectar, that only increased my hunger for more. With the tip of my tongue, I explored every delectable crease and fold it could reach.

Every one, that is, except the one her pressing hands and reactive hips tried to steer me to. It mattered not, as Carol broke into a series of shudders that threatened to bruise my lips, as I fought to keep contact, aided by the firm pressure of her hands.

I continued my ministrations, which prolonged her orgasm, and pushed her to peak after peak. Despite this, Carol still fought maltepe escort bayan for control of where my lips went. In the end, I caved, and allowed her to guide me to the one spot that was screaming for attention, her clitoris.

When my lips enveloped the target, I held still, all the better to appreciate the wonder of what was the firmest clit I had ever known. It felt perfect for sucking between lips, and caressing with a tongue. For the sake of thoroughness, I set about doing just that. The rapid panting that then emanated from between Carol’s other lips, seemed to indicate she too felt the union of clit and tongue, to be perfection.

After a while, I sucked her clit deep into my mouth, and flicked my tongue across the tip. It triggered a tsunami from inside her, flooding my face with her cum. To begin with, her hands, which now gripped my hair, held me close. But soon came the point she could stand it no longer, and pulled my face away. Having lost all control, Carol’s hands dropped from my head, and she collapsed against the back of the couch.

Never one to exceed my welcome, and despite my own desire to continue, I let her have her wish. Despite the appearance that she’d got all the attention, while I was left still waiting, Carol could have got up and left with no protest from me. Neither would I have felt short-changed in the encounter, as I had never taken so much pleasure, in satisfying a woman, as I just had with her.

I remained between her legs, but moved my head to one side, allowing the flames to relight the spot that my lips had just vacated. Her heavy breathing matched the throbbing that still coursed through her body, pulsating the object of my gaze. I was captivated by the sheer beauty of it all.

When Carol had recovered enough to regain the use of her legs, I moved back to allow her to stand. Instead, she lay flat on the sofa and lifted one leg onto the back, while leaving the other on the floor in open invitation.

I stood up with some difficulty, my straining erection, and prolonged time on my knees, had conspired to stiffen the muscles in my legs. If Carol found my actions amusing, she didn’t laugh.

Having steadied myself, I began to undo the buttons on my shirt, hoping what little blood remained in my legs, would soon recirculate.

All too soon my task was complete, and I shrugged the shirt off, before folding it flat to be placed on the seat of my now vacant chair. I intended to expend a lot of energy in the coming minutes, and wanted to be free of all constraints. It seemed that Carol, was content to stay fully dressed, including her heels, and just watched as I prepared for round two.

The buckle on my belt was next, and having released it, I pulled the narrow strip of leather clean out through the loops with a flourish. There was a flicker of fear in her eyes for a moment, but she didn’t flinch.

I found Carol’s response interesting, in that it confirmed to me this was all some twisted act of revenge, to get the bragging rights over her former friend, in the, ‘Who had fucked who’s husband the best,’ stakes. Her leaving now, would not give truth to that brag.

I knew then, in return for the fact her husband had been so unsatisfied, he’d had the energy and inclination to screw my wife, that whatever punishment I exacted on Carol’s body, she would take without complaint.

With my face hidden by the backlight coming from the fire, Carol, never saw the smile form on my lips. I unbuttoned, then unzipped my trousers with slow deliberation. In one steady action, I pushed them to the floor, taking my boxer shorts with them. When I straightened back up, my erection, as hard as it had ever been, sprang free. My legs had recovered themselves, and I raised each foot in turn to remove its sock. Stepping clear, I picked up the trousers, shook out the creases, and folded them up. They joined my shirt, before I then did the same, with the socks and boxers.

A look of both fear and anticipation now filled Carol’s face, as I again knelt between her legs, this time on the sofa. The steel rod that was my cock, was directly above her waiting cunt. I steadied myself with my arms above her head, and held my body horizontal, in readiness to plunge into her depth, and jackhammer her into the middle of next week.

That flicker of fear returned, but again she did not move. I could not deny, that a part of me wanted to confirm her belief I would brutalise her as an act of revenge, and maybe she felt somewhat responsible, and wanted to be punished. But that was not who I was, and would never behave that way.

Instead, I lowered my hips until the tip of my cock nestled at the edge of her opening. Despite Carol’s obvious trepidation, she was slick to the touch, and I hovered there, savoring the moment. Under the belief that I was about to pound her, and was just extending the agony, she bit her lip. I continued to penetrate her sopping pendik escort bayan wet pussy, and felt her tremble beneath me. At a steady pace, I let myself sink into her cunt, until our hips met. Still convinced I was yet to release the demon in me, she lay her head to one side, and closed her eyes in total submission. Her vulnerability touched my heart, and spoke volumes of the woman inside her confident exterior.

I withdrew my cock to the point of separation, then sank back into her depths, which moulded themselves around me better than any I had ever felt. The sensation was wonderful, and I was sure she must feel it herself, yet still Carol did not react. I held myself still for several seconds, savoring the velvet touch of her vagina, which caressed every inch of me. My cock twitched in impatience, but I told it to hold steady.

I repeated my slow withdrawal and re-entry several more times, before her face turned back to mine, and she reopened her eyes. To say Carol looked surprised, was an understatement, and, as her smile revealed, she was now enjoying this as much as I.

I wondered if she was aware, had she not taken pleasure from my efforts, I would have been unable to continue.

I picked up the pace, only in as much as the pauses between each rise and thrust, shortened. My slow, gentle gliding, remaining steady. In an embrace of acceptance, Carol’s hands raised to my shoulders, and her stocking clad legs, wrapped themselves around the back of my thighs. When her eyes closed again, it was to absorb the sensation.

Long ago, I had evolved techniques of endurance, driven by my hatred of condoms, and the fear of unplanned pregnancy, as much as the desire to extend my own pleasure, and satisfy my partner. I put that skill to good use, controlling my breathing, and varying the pace, which remained more caring than animalistic.

Even so, I could feel her respond, and several times she reached the very edge, before I eased off the pressure, only to raise it again.

The agony and ecstasy, drove her fingers into my shoulders, in emphasis of the pleasure we were sharing. Soon, her urging spurred me on to increase the pace, until the speed she had at first feared, she more than encouraged.

With no talk of her desired conclusion, and my approaching eruption, I attempted to withdraw. Only to have her slam her legs about my waist, and hold me deep inside her, as her own orgasmic release, thundered through her body.

Any thought that I could hold myself back, vanished, as wave after wave of her contracting vagina, milked my happy cock to fulfillment, depositing its seeds, deep within her womb.

All voluntary movements ceased, as we both revelled in the bliss of pulsations we couldn’t control.

I’m not going to say I stayed hard, but I far from shrank to normal, as just being inside her, had my cock reinflate within minutes.

When I steadied myself to go again, Carol had other ideas, and used her knees to encourage me to withdraw. Again, my own strong beliefs had me comply without protest, and I made to climb off both her and the sofa. However, Carol’s other idea, didn’t include me moving away, and she prevented me from going anywhere, with a firm grip about my neck.

I remained still, my cock poised in midair, and handed control of what happened next over to Carol. I didn’t have long to wait, as she repositioned her legs over my shoulders, before gripping my hardened cock with one hand, and encouraging me back in with the other. Only this time, the point of contact was her ass. As my tip hit her tightness, I held myself back in surprise. But then, confirming that her aim had been true, she urged me on.

Nothing happened at first, other than a steady increase in pressure, but she continued to push against me until the pressure gave way, and the head of my cock popped inside her. At that point she stopped pushing, and so did I. It felt, incredible.

Her lips smiled at me, but her eyes showed the effort she’d spent to get this far. I smiled back, in the hope of reassuring her she was still in control, and would remain so.

Whatever she took from our silent exchange, a minute or so later she renewed her desire to continue. Slowly but surely, I began to sink into the deepest part of her bowel. It occurred to me, that Carol must have prepared herself, should I have wanted to fuck her ass. Now, far from her submitting to my demands, as I think she had anticipated, I was now complying with her desires.

The slickness of the lubrication she had preapplied, was countered by the tightness of her ass. It was not unlike pushing down on the handle of a bicycle pump, to force the last of the air into a high pressure tyre. Progress was made, only as fast as the addition could be accommodated.

I watched Carol’s face for signs of pain, aware that should any arise, it would have a debilitating effect on my erection, and that alone would be enough to kill any desire to continue.

No such expression formed, and when I bottomed out, Carol had the grin of achievement all over her face.

No one had ever sought anal sex from me before, and despite having more than a passing interest, I’d never pushed the notion to the fore. I had concluded her instigation of the act, was due to experience, but now I wasn’t so sure. Was this another first for both of us?

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Looking around her kitchen in disgust, Kendra seethed at her husband. The kitchen pipes leaked, and the overhead ceiling fans didn’t work. The bathroom wasn’t much better – the faucet had been leaking for more than a year. And outside the house, several things needed to be painted, the gutters needed to be cleaned, and a retaining wall was crumbling apart. Having grown up with a Father who was handy around the house, Kendra was used to having a man in her life who knew how to fix stuff and was proactive about taking care of things that needed to be repaired.

But Kendra’s husband, Ed, was much different. He was a computer geek who spent all of his free time playing video games. He was a smart, caring man, but he wasn’t very handy with household repairs, despite her pleas for him to get these things taken care of.

“Screw it,” she thought to herself, “I don’t care what it costs, I am going to hire a handyman to get this house in shape – I’m sick of being surrounded by so many problems.”

Without knowing where to turn, Kendra turned to Craigslist to search for a handyman. Several listings came up, most with very little information about the person who was for hire and numerous misspellings and typos. But one ad in particular caught her attention:

“Handyman for Hire – skilled with plumbing, painting, carpentry, electrical work, and landscaping. I’ll do *whatever* you need. Reasonable rates, references available by request.” The ad included not only his name and number, but also a picture.

In many ways, he looked like your typical handyman – the type of guy who has dirt under his fingernails, a grungy baseball cap, stained jeans, a dirty Carhartt jacket, and big shit-kicker steel-toed boots. But he was smiling in the picture. Not just your typical “smile for the camera” smile, but a sensual, seductive smile. Blond hair, blue eyes, perfect teeth, and soft, full lips. And that sexy grin.

Curious, Kendra picked up the phone and dialed the number in the ad.

“Hello, Dan speaking.”

“Umm, hi, my name is Kendra, and I was calling about your ad for Handyman work on Craigslist?”

“Oh yeah, sure, what can I do for you?”

“Well, I need a whole bunch of stuff done, would you be able to come over to my house to take a look and give me an estimate?”

Dan took down her name, number, and address, and set up a time to stop by. As she hung the phone up, Kendra couldn’t help but close her eyes and think about the sexy man with the devilish grin and smooth, smiling voice. There was something about a blue-collared man that always got Kendra going – they were usually hard-working, strong, skilled with their hands, and smart when it came to real-world skills – but above all, every blue-collared guy she knew was passionate and knew how to have fun at the end of the workday. To say that she was looking forward to Dan’s visit was an understatement!

***

Kendra didn’t tell her husband about the appointment with the Dan. She knew if she told him, he would force her to cancel on the grounds that it would cost too much and he could do the work himself. Of course, he habitually overestimated his skills at repair work, and he never actually got around to doing it. Some of the things on her “honey-do” list had been there for three years!

The morning she was set to meet with Dan, she found herself getting aroused in the shower when she thought about him. Kendra took her time shaving her legs and pussy, and after her shower, she put on sweet-smelling lotion and put a little extra effort into her hair and make-up. Normally she would lounge around the house in sweatpants, but today she put on a short, loose skirt and low-cut, tight shirt.

She felt silly having feelings of lust for a man she didn’t know and had only spoken to for a few minutes, but she had always had a fantasy about screwing a contractor working in her house. And it wasn’t like her gaming-geek husband ever found time to keep her satisfied in the bedroom, anyway!

Dan arrived at 10am, exactly as scheduled. Opening the door to greet him, she was blinded by his dazzling, sexy smile and the mischievous twinkle in his eyes. Kendra reached out to shake his hand and found it was rough and calloused, as expected, but strong and muscular, as well. His handshake was warm and friendly, and she wondered what it would feel like to have his hands caressing her naked body.

“Stop that!” she thought to herself. “This man is here to do a job!”

“So, where would you like to start?” he asked.

“In the bedroom,” she replied dreamily.

His eyebrows shot up in surprise as she quickly realized how that must have sounded. “I have a problem in the bedroom – the track for the closet door is messed up and the door won’t close. That’s probably the easiest thing on my list, can you start there?”

She led him down to the bedroom and he took a look at the door, jotting some notes down in his notebook. “Ok, got it, what else?” he asked.

Kendra led Dan room by room, pointing out each of the gaziosmanpaşa escort bayan items that needed to be repaired or replaced, as he made notes of the amount of work he expected each item to take and what kinds of materials he might need. Once he had finished the tour and completed his notes, he turned to her, “The good news is that none of these things are a big deal – the materials will add up a bit, but most of the work is pretty simple so the labor charges will be reasonable.”

“Oh, that’s good,” she said, feeling relieved.

“If you want, I can take care of some of the smaller items while I’m here, then set up another time to come back for some of the other tasks that need materials. Does that work for you?”

“Yeah, that would be great!” she agreed emphatically.

Dan went out to his truck and came back with his toolbox and some basic supplies. He first started with the bedroom closet door. As he worked, Kendra laid on the bed, putting her bare legs on display, pretending to read a magazine while he worked. She secretly stole peeks at him when she didn’t think he was paying attention, and more than once, found her hand absentmindedly fondling her own breast as she fantasized about what this man must be like in bed – putting those big, strong hands on her tits. Fortunately, Dan was so wrapped up in the work that he didn’t notice what she was doing.

The door was a quick repair, then he moved on to the leaky kitchen pipe. As he settled himself on his knees under her sink, she grabbed a cup of coffee and sat down on the stool under her kitchen counter. Sitting there innocently. Staring at his ass. Facing him and parting her legs ever so slightly so that if he looked over from his position under the sink, he might catch a glimpse of her bare pussy.

Beads of sweat dripped from Dan’s forehead as he worked diligently on her sink. She appreciated his deep focus and dedication – it was obvious that this was a man who knew what he was doing and took pride in work, ensuring he took the time to do the job right. Kendra was lost in her thoughts of admiration and lust for this man who had the perfect package of looks, skills, and smarts – but she was starting to worry that maybe he wasn’t the kind of guy who liked to have fun, since he didn’t seem to even notice her, despite her less-than-subtle sexual signals.

Withdrawing himself from under the sink and wiping his brow, Dan looked over to his toolbox to grab a different wrench and noticed those long, sexy legs mere feet away from him, spread enough to tease him with what’s beneath that skirt. She pretended to be lost in her magazine and cup of coffee, but he knew it was all a ploy – he’d been in this situation before. This was a chick who was looking for more than just a few household repairs – and he was the Handyman who happily took care of *whatever* needed attention, including the neglected libido of a middle-aged bored wife. “Leave No Customer Unsatisfied” had always been Dan’s motto.

Kendra looked over the top of her magazine and caught him looking at her. He realized he’d been busted but he didn’t care – a woman like that wants to be seen – so he looked her in the eyes just a little too long as he let a devilish grin spread across his face before winking at her and turning his attention back to the sink. Her stomach did flip-flops and her heart raced in anticipation of what might lay ahead, once the repairs were complete.

With just a few more turns of the wrench, the leaky sink had been fixed. Dan put his tools back into the toolbox, wiped up the spilled water on the floor, and strutted over to where Kendra was sitting, not even attempting to hide the bulge in his pants. She turned on her stool to face him, with her loose skirt barely covering her pussy, as Dan said in a smooth, sexy voice, “Well, the rest of the work is going to need materials. There’s only one more task that I can take care of while I’m here.”

“OK – what’s that?”, she replied with a sultry smile.

Dan looked her over, from the top of her head to the tip of her polished toe, letting his gaze intentionally linger on her chest and bare tanned thighs, before bringing his eyes back up to meet hers. He stepped closer and she instinctively spread her legs open for him as he approached, until he was standing between her knees. Looking at him expectantly, waiting for an answer, her pretty pink tongue darted out from between her lips seductively, teasing him.

Dan set his hand on her upper thigh as he leaned in close to whisper in her ear, “The only thing that’s left…,” he paused to let her mind wander, “is to set up a time when I can stop by to work on the gutters.” As he began to withdraw his lips from near her ear, he let the scruff on the side of his face scrape against her cheek before turning to feather the lightest kiss on the side of her jaw, making Kendra shudder.

With her heart racing and her eyes closed, Kendra could hardly catch her breath esenler escort bayan as she stuttered out, “How-how b-bout Friday afternoon?”

“Sure thing. See ya then, darlin’.” As he withdrew his hand from the top of her thigh, he slid it down between her legs, letting the back of his hand brush lightly against the inner part of her other thigh.

Sucking in a deep breath before sharply exhaling, she opened her eyes to see him walking out of her kitchen, toolbox in hand. “See ya, Dan!”, she called out as he lifted a hand to wave without looking back or saying a word.

***

Kendra stayed home from her office job on Friday morning so she could await Handyman Dan’s visit. In her lustful forgetfulness during his last visit, she forgot to set up a specific time with him – just “Friday afternoon”. By most people’s standards, that would mean 12pm or later, so she figured she had a couple of hours to straighten up the house and primp before his visit.

But the gorgeous day was calling out to her. The house was fairly clean, and she loved taking advantage of the quiet solitude during the day to work on her full-body tan when her husband was at work and the kids were at school. After all, she couldn’t exactly lay out in her back yard in the nude when kids were running around playing on the weekends!

So Kendra mixed up a margarita, covered herself with Hawaiian Tropic tanning oil, and threw on some music. Wearing only a thin, white swim cover-up, she went out to the patio and positioned her reclining deck chair in the sunniest spot. Stripping her robe off, she set it beside the recliner and laid down on her back to enjoy the rays.

The late morning sun felt spectacular on her skin. There was nothing quite like being warmed by the sun on a perfect, cloud-free day. And there was a particularly erotic sensation when the rays touched parts of her body that were normally kept covered.

Kendra was so absorbed in the moment, and lost in the music, that she didn’t hear Dan’s truck pull up in front of the house – nor did she hear him ringing the doorbell. Dan saw her car parked inside the garage, so he knew she was home but was becoming concerned about why she didn’t answer. Curiously, he started to walk around the side of the house when he began to faintly hear music playing from the back yard.

Turning the corner, his breath caught in his throat when he spotted her laying on her chair in the buff. All he could do was stare, trying to decide whether he should leave and come back later, or call out to her at the risk of causing her embarrassment. But damn – he couldn’t take his eyes off those tits, or the complete lack of tan lines on her body, or her smooth, hairless pussy!

Thinking back to how she was flirting with him the other day, Dan decided Kendra was probably a girl who wanted to be seen. After all, why would she risk getting caught by laying out here naked when she knew he was coming over? Toolbox in hand, he strode over to her with a confident swagger, “Mornin’, darlin’.”

Kendra shrieked in surprise and instinctively grabbed her cover-up and haphazardly threw it on top of her to provide some coverage. “Dan! I didn’t think you were coming until this afternoon!”

“Well I finished my last job a little early,” he said calmly, with a smug grin. “So I figured I would get started on the gutters today, if you want, although it looks to me like you might have something else that needs more immediate attention.”

Confused and still a little surprised, she looked up at him, “What? What do you mean?”

“Well,” he paused, “you look like you’re getting a little too much sun on your front.” He waved his hands over her body and pointed to her breasts. “You’ve got some sensitive spots there, you don’t want ’em burned. You need to flip over to even out the tan on your back…”, he paused, “and you need someone to put lotion on your back.”

Laughing, she said, “I guess you’re right – would you mind?”

“It would be my pleasure,” he said, emphasizing the word “pleasure”.

Trying to keep herself covered, Kendra flipped over and propped herself up on her elbows, positioning her book “50 Shades of Grey” beneath her to read. Dan grabbed the oil from the table beside her recliner and knelt down beside her.

Carefully, he moved her long, brunette locks out of the way, poured some oil in his hands, and began to massage her shoulders. Kendra moaned at his touch. “You have such big, strong hands,” she purred erotically. He moved down to her shoulder blades, then over to her upper arms, ensuring she was covered and that the oil had been rubbed in. He moved his hands smoothly over Kendra’s skin, using long, slow strokes, enjoying the feel of her soft, silky skin beneath his fingertips.

When Dan reached her lower back, he avoiding touching her ass, even though it was luscious and tempting so close to his face. He massaged the oil into her back and sides, then moved his hands down to her bayrampaşa escort bayan upper thighs. He slid his hands all over the backs of her legs, using the heel of his palm to apply firm pressure along the smooth muscles of her legs.

“I can’t let your cute little ass get burned by the sun,” he said teasingly as she read her book. Dan put a generous squirt of oil on her cheeks and began to rub. He kneaded her ass and massaged it with his strong hands, varying the amount of pressure he used on her. He could see her back rise and fall rapidly as she breathed more heavily, becoming aroused at his touch.

Sliding his fingers down Kendra’s spine and between her cheeks, plunging lower to where he could almost touch her cheerio, she parted her legs slightly for him, allowing him better access. Dan’s already-hard cock twitched in excitement as his fingers slid down to the upper part of her inner thighs.

Dan got up and sat between Kendra’s spread legs. He put one hand on the back of each knee and slowly slid his hands up the back of her thighs until his hands were cupping the bottom of her cheeks. He continued to slide his hands up and over, squeezing a handful of cheek in each palm before sliding his hands back down to the bottom of her cheeks, where he pulled his hands apart, revealing her juicy, bare pussy. Kendra gasped at his teasing touch.

He continued this pattern several times, from the back of her knees up to her lower back then coming back down. Each time he slid down, he slid his fingers a little closer to her luscious pussy lips and ass, spreading her apart a little further, tempting her and driving her wild. Kendra was practically panting with lust, and Dan could only stare at the dark depths of her pink pussy, glistening with wetness in the sun.

Dan couldn’t resist any longer, he had to get his fingers on her hot spots. He set his oiled hands on the backs of her knees and applied firm pressure with the heel of his palm to slowly slide his hands up the length of her thigh, then up over the mountain of her ass, where he moved his hands to the the base of her spine. Keeping his left palm pressing firmly on the middle of her lower back, he slid his right hand down through the crease until his middle finger was over her asshole, and he pressed lightly. Dan heard Kendra suck her breath in sharply and hold it.

He lightened the pressure, then slid his hand down further, using two fingers to play with her pussy. He slid those two fingers down around the outside, then slid just the tips inside her and spread her apart gently. Kendra moaned at the sensation, and Dan slid his fingers further into her velvety folds, which were soaked with arousal.

With his index and middle fingers inside Kendra, Dan’s thumb was positioned to reach down to her clit, which he gently rubbed and massaged. Her body wiggled ever so slightly as she grinded herself against him, relishing the feeling of his rough, calloused hands stimulating her.

Dan slid his left hand down to the bottom of her cheek and used it pull her pussy further apart so his left thumb could stroke and flick her clit while his right hand was free to explore. His cock was straining against his pants with the excitement of fingering and fondling this girl outside, in the sun, with the risk that her husband could come home at any time. It was turning him on beyond belief. Watching her body buck and hearing her moan in respond to his touch was driving him wild!

Slowly sliding his thick fingers in and out of her pussy while massaging her clit slowly, he could feel her getting soaked with wetness. Once she was sufficiently lubed with her own juices, he began to forcefully finger-fuck her, making her whole body shake. He loved watching her ass jiggle with each thrust.

Dan settled into a rhythm, quickly flicking her clit while rapidly thrusting his fingers in and out of her. Kendra was panting with excitement and as her voice began to rise to a near-scream, he could sense she was close. Suddenly, her body was shuddering and shaking as she came hard in his hands, squirting juices out of her that flowed onto the recliner. Once he sense she had reached her peak, he slowed his motions to bring her down off her high, continuing to gently stroke and caress her sensitive nerve endings.

He watched her breathing begin to slow as she regained her composure. He wanted so badly to rip his pants off and fuck her like a banshee, but he wasn’t sure if it was too soon, and he didn’t want to risk upsetting her so that he wouldn’t be able to come back again in the future. After all, in a service-oriented business, it was all about satisfying the customer!

“Now that I’ve taken care of THAT problem, it’s time for me to get to work,” he breathed into her ear.

Dazed, Kendra laid there watching as Dan walked away innocently, as if he hadn’t just been touching her most private places, bringing her exquisite pleasure. She laid there for a moment wondering what he was planning, still in shock over the incredible orgasm that she had just had at the hands of Handyman Dan. She couldn’t help but wonder what he was packing in his pants – but she hoped she would soon find out!

Kendra could hear random clanging and other noises from around the front of the house, getting closer, when Dan rounded the corner with an extension ladder. “Thought I’d get started on clearing out those gutters,” he said.

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Josephine Ann van DeGroot surveyed herself in the mirror. She hadn’t worn this gown since they had returned from that cruise several months ago. She laughed to herself, recalling how she had nearly fallen when she had tried to take too long a step and the tight hem at her ankles nearly tripped her.

That was no longer a problem; as soon as they returned home, she had taken the garmet to her dressmaker and had slits cut on either side, slits that extended almost to her hip line. Now when she walked normally, her legs were visible, even to the tops of her stockings, showing just a trace of bare skin. Now it was a very sexy gown, far from the original prim design.

When she came downstairs, Harry gave a low, appreciative, whistle, then, “Wow, Babe,you look sexy as hell. It’s too bad we’re not stopping at Tony’s tonight. He’d really get a boner from looking at you.”

Jo whirled around, letting both front and rear panels of the skirt flair out. “How’s that, Love? Can you see anything?”

“Oh yeah, everything! Come on, let’s go before I lose control of myself.”

They left, getting into Harry’s Porsche for the twenty minute ride to the ‘club’. When Harry pulled into the parking lot, Jo was a little nonplused. It was a small ware-house. The parking lot held fifteen or sixteen luxury cars and Harry parked right next to a Lincoln Town Car. Leaving the car, he led Jo to a side door to the building.

Inside, in a small entry room, they were met by a tuxedo clad greeter. Harry handed him a card which he looked at briefly, handed back to Harry, then, wordlessly, opened a second door for them to enter the club.

The room was very dimly lit, Jo couldn’t make out more than several small cocktail type tables with people seated at most of them. As soon as the door closed behind them, a young waitress accosted them. Jo’s jaw dropped; the young girl was naked except for a miniscule thong that just barely covered her pussy lips.She led them to a vacant table, then took their orders for drinks. “My god, Harry, what kind of place is this,” she questioning whispered.

“Right up your alley, sweetheart, a sex club,” he replied. “It’s not for swingers, just married couples who enjoy all kinds of sex and, to do it in front of others. There are no singles here and no switching of partners.”

Now, as her eyes adjusted to the dim lighting, when kayaşehir escort bayan Jo looked around the room, she could see that practically every one was naked and they were all gazing at one end of the room. When Jo followed their gaze, she saw a small platform, no more than fifteen feet from them. As her eyes became more and more adjusted to the dim lighting, she could see a man laying on his back, a very skinny woman sitting astride him, her hips moving in a circular motion. It was clear that she was fucking him!

Jo had seen movies of people fucking, but never in the flesh and she began to get excited. “Let’s get naked, Dear,” Harry whispered from beside her. “I’m getting out of my stuff.” Jo nodded agreement and pulled the gown down off her shoulders, to her waist.

When they stood up together, Harry had already shed his trousers and under pants, showing a partially erect cock. Jo wriggled her gown down over her hips and stepped out of it, keeping only her elastic top stockings. Now, as they sat back down, both were naked. At just that moment, their waitress showed up with their drinks. She glanced at Jo and murmured aloud, “Nice titties, Mam.”

Jo looked up at her and replied, “Thank you. You’re not so bad in the tit department either, girl.”

Before Jo could return her attention to the couple on the stage, a rather plump woman at the table next to them, had gotten onto her table, spreading her legs, pulling her knees up nearly to her shoulders. “Fuck me, Frank,” she almost whimpered. “Fuck me!”

The man, her husband, his cock standing straight out from his groin, stepped up to the table and guided his prick to her cunt. She let out an audible sigh as he penetrated her. “Yeesss, Frank, Fuck me, fuck me.”

“Oh god, Harry,” Jo whispered, “I’m so hot. Finger me, put your finger in me.”

“Wouldn’t you like to go onto the stage and have me eat you?”

“Later, Dear, there’s not enough room up there and I need some relief right now.”

Harry’s fingers quickly found the source of her needs,finding her cunt flowing with her honey. With no trouble he quickly had two fingers buried in her cunt. Jo’s own hand was busy at her clit while her eyes remained glued to the couple on the stage.

“Oh god, Harry, she’s gonna cum! Look at her!”

It was true, merkezefendi escort bayan the skinny woman was now bouncing up and down on her mate’s prick, her head thrown back, her eyes closed as though in rapture. After only seconds, her face twisted as though in pain and she stopped all movement, to settle down on her partner, her head turning rapidly from side to side, her long hair flying. She made not a sound.

“Oh god, Harry, I’m gonna do it too! Oh god, oh god, oh god, YEESSS!” Jo was not as quiet as the woman on the stage had been and most of the audience turned to look at her. With her own eyes closed in her own rapture, she didn’t notice.

By the time Jo had recovered and could look back at the couple on the platform, the skinny woman was on her knees, giving her partner a blow job and it was obvious that he was about to cum, he was thrusting his hips up to meet her mouth and breathing hard. Then, “Aaauuuuhhhg.” The woman seemed to gag a little, then, began swallowing rapidly. A drop of his cum seeped out of the corner of her mouth as she drained his balls. There was applause from the audience.

As soon as they left the stage, Harry said, “Come on, Jo, let’s show them how a pussy is eaten. Then you can jerk me off.”

Harry stood up and offered his hand to her and she followed him up onto the small platform.

When they go onto the stage, Jo found it was covered by some sort of padding. She had worried that she’d be laying on a bare wooden floor.

Harry eased her down onto her back and she spread her legs as he knelt in front of her. He wasted no time and as he brought his face to her beckoning cunt, Jo lunged her hips up to meet him. “My clit, Love, my clit. Suck my clit,” she said, loud enough for the audience to hear.

As always, Harry didn’t disappoint her and after a quick lick from her ass upwards, his mouth circled her love button, his tongue teasing it. “Oh yes, Love,” she sighed aloud, “just like that. You do it so good.”

Harry had worked his thumb into her cunt and then, using some of her own juice as lubricant, pushed a finger into her ass. Her reaction was immediate and she began humping wildly. “Yes, damn it, oh god yes,” she sobbed, “make me cum, oh god, make me cum!” She was now oblivious of the fact that they were performing for sultangazi escort bayan an audience. All Jo knew was that Harry, her lover, was working his sexual magic on her.

With both hands, she grabbed Harry’s head, her fingers twisted in his hair, pulling him closer and closer, unmindful of the fact that she was all but smothering him. All Jo knew was that the ecstasy of cumming was almost upon her. Nothing else mattered. There was a loud slapping sound as her hipa bounced off the padding.

And then she was there. “Oh god, oh god,” she moaned loudly as everry muscle in her body seemed to contrict. She held her breath, savoring the waves of pleasure that washed through her.

As she slowly recovered from that wonderous feeling and fell back, flat on the mat, she heard the sound of applause and several cries of “Bravo”. She smiled, knowing that her ‘performance’ had met with such approval.

Harry was on his back his now fully engorged cock pointing to the ceiling. Jo took the rod in her mouth, not to suck, but, only to lather it with her saliva. She gripped it in one hand and began stroking it. “That’s it, Dear,” Harry whispered, “Just like that. It’s not going to take long.”

True to his word, it seemingly took only minutes before he began humping her hand. Jo began stroking faster and faster until a drop of cum oozed out of his cock head. She released her hold on his prick as Harry let out a groan and thrust his hips upwards, and a heavy white rope of cum erupted to fall on his chest. His cock jerked and a second rope of cum shot from it to fall on his belly. Jo could hear women in the audience gasp as a third, larger and heavier white rope erupted violently.

As Harry’s cock contiued its jerking motion, more cum oozed out and Jo quickly captured it in her mouth.

As Harry lay there, breathing heavily, Jo crawled up over him, licking the white globs off his belly and chest, winding up with her lips on his as she fed some of his cum to him.

They lay there for several minutes until Harry had recovered, then rose as one and left the stage. Again there was some applause.

When they had returned to their table, Jo looked around the room, seeing couples in all kinds of positions, fucking or getting or giving head.

Harry had picked up his trousers and pulled them on. “Come on, Jo, Let’s get out of here.” She picked up her gown and shoes and, not bothering to put them on, completely nude, followed Harry out into the parking lot.

It was after two o’clock in the morning by the time they got home. Jo couldn’t believe how much time had passed. “Just proves the point,” Harry said. “Time flies when you’re having fun. You did have fun, didn’t you, Jo?

“When can we go back again, Lover man?”

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Authors Note: This story is for the April Fool’s day contest, 2017. I hope you enjoy. Thank you to Paul, who volunteered to proofread for me. This will be the first of a series along this theme so I hope you enjoy and follow the story line in the future. ~ellie

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The Fool : Prologue: April 25th, 2011.

Sinclair Mansvelt straightened his tie and walked toward the private dining room of the large plantation-style resort. The two large men at its entrance glanced down at his tie and stood back to allow him entry. He took in the other men in the room, some he knew well, others he knew as much as he needed to. Old enmities ran deep within this group of men and he tended to avoid gatherings like this with his associates.

He accepted the drink he was offered and a seat at the large round table. Neither one of the first, nor last to arrive, he could see three vacant chairs around the table as he studied the men who had also answered the summons from one of their elder members.

“Hey, you’ve been busy lately,” Freddy slid into the chair beside him.

“I have?” Sinclair’s lip quirked up in a smile, neither confirming nor denying his involvement in some highly publicised thefts.

“Honour Among Thieves,” William Roberts, the host of this dinner, raised his glass and toasted the men around the table known from that simple toast as the Hats. The men echoed his words and raised their glasses in return. He waited for a second longer before throwing, what looked like, a large playing card on the table, face up for them all to see.

“What’s this for?” John asked, leaning forward to pick up the card. “The fool?” he asked, identifying the card as part of the tarot deck.

“I wondered who she got this year,” Edward chuckled.

“This year?” John still held the card looking at Edward.

“It was me last year, Henry the year before,” Edward explained.

“Someone is targeting us and leaving a calling card each year on the first of April,” William explained. “The card is never left at any other heists at any other time. They seem to have good knowledge of us, who to target and taking a family heirloom that identifies our ancestry and membership of this association.”

They each had their secrets. Items trafficked on the black market by less than reputable dealers, and even less reputable thieves, who often didn’t know what they had at the time had contributed to the individual wealth of the nine men in this room. They didn’t do what they did because they needed to, as their forefathers had, they did it for the thrill; the fact that their customers would pay extravagantly to complete their collections was an added benefit to outweigh the risks of their chosen profession.

The older men were largely inactive, letting their chosen son begin to take over the family business. Most had legitimate businesses and money tied up in low-risk stock market deals that kept them from the eyes of those who would seek to accuse them of theft. Less than half were truly active as operatives, willing to steal, for a price, other people’s family heirlooms that the owners refused to part with.

“I guess that gives us a year to find the April Fool before they find another one of us,” John said. “What do we know so far?”

“Fuck all,” Henry said. “It took me a few days to realise the Blackbeard’s cutlass was missing. We were away visiting family.”

“Whoever it is knows us well enough to avoid our security measures and disable any camera’s we might have, no prints, no signature, aside of the card, no clues,” Edward added. “The fool took the eighteenth-century engraving of Charles Vane.”

“What about you, William?” John asked.

“The diamond cross!” William spat. “The cards make it obvious that we are being deliberately targeted by someone who knows what it is we value most. Individually we have enemies, amongst ourselves, we have some enmity, but I don’t believe any of you would break the code. Still, this is a serious matter, and we all need to bend our will to it, because anyone of you could be next.”

*****

Chapter 1 — An introduction, please.

April 1st, 2016.

Carrie pulled up outside the mansion and smiled at the young valet who politely took her keys. Her car was not new enough to warrant enthusiasm from the young man, but was not so old it would stand out amongst the expensive cars lining the driveway behind her. She’d put a lot of preparation into tonight, ten months’ worth, to be exact, and she had timed her arrival perfectly to allow her to blend with the crowd that were attending this event.

She knew all of the Hats would be in attendance and on alert, and she spotted the first of them as she walked into the grand reception room. Each year this got a little harder as the successful heists on the Hats mounted. If she pulled this one off, it would be the eighth of the nine she had promised her mother.

“Show them,” Robyn had whispered. “Show them that their boy’s club can be bested by a woman and I will fight this disease to see you win their respect.” fatih escort bayan Carrie took a drink from the tray offered to her and turned toward the large French doors leading out onto the patio as memories of her mother washed over her. She had been true to her word and fought bravely, going into remission three times before finally succumbing to the cancer that seemed to eat away her flesh from the inside out. Each birthday that her mother had lived to see; Carrie had brought her a gift, stolen from one of the Hats.

“Head in the game there, Ward,” the voice of her partner in crime said softly into her ear, and she immediately resumed scanning the crowd rather than looking off into the exquisite grounds of this mansion.

Carrie found the man she was looking for and considered him. He had a reputation, two, actually, and she guessed they were both well deserved. She’d started with the less gifted of his associates and left facing the daunting task of taking a prize from him until last.

More guests arrived, and, finally, the vast library of Miles Rackham was opened to his guests. She’d paused and gone back to retrace her steps three times before she was sure she was in Sinclair’s line of sight before slipping through the door artfully hidden behind an antique pennant tapestry. Miles was a big believer in servants being neither seen nor heard and had specially built corridors and pathways in his home for them to travel on during their duties.

She had used these corridors several times before today when delivering artworks with her boss, Mr. Chen, who was the curator of Miles Rackham’s vast collection of antiquities. At any time she could have taken any number of things from the large collection loaned to the museum and overseen by Chen, but she needed a very particular prize. It had been chosen almost a decade ago by her mother, and nothing else would satisfy her.

Miles Rackham had the curious belief that if he hid the things he treasured most in plain sight they would be overlooked by would-be thieves. Possibly, if he wasn’t such a bore, that would work, and she guessed it did, for the most part, but when asked about an object he would ramble on about its detail and importance in his collection.

She hurried through the corridor to a junction, and then turned and went up the stairs. Near the top step, she purposefully put her foot down heavily and hissed, “Shit!” If her next target had followed her, as she hoped, he would hear the curse and follow in the right direction to find her. She moved quickly from that point, snaking through the hallway to Miles Rackham’s private study. Pulling the ornate clip from her hair so that it cascaded down her back and over her shoulders, she went to the balcony and opened the door, using her forearms on the lever handles. The quiet voice in her ear began to count, “Five, four, three, two, one.”

She looked up as the disembodied voice counted and reached for the descending black bag, unhooking it; she took the gloves and put them on. She attached a grappling hook to the balustrade, letting the rope curl down over the ledge before taking out the weighted water pistol and exchanged it with the Queen Anne Flintlock Pistol, leaving her calling card, and went back to the balcony, hooking the bag back onto the line. She removed the gloves and ear piece, then placed them in the bag before turning back into the study.

“Ninety seconds, time to move, good luck,” the voice held a happy tone as the drone lifted back into the cloudy black sky. Carrie moved quickly, leaving the balcony doors open and slipped through the door to the master suite and, listening carefully for footfalls that never came, she moved cautiously through to yet another corridor to the upstairs guest bathroom.

Counting to five, Carrie flushed the cistern, redid her hair and washed her hands before opening the door into the main hallway and coming face to face with Sinclair Mansvelt.

*****

It was a flash of golden honey coloured skin and midnight blue silk that caught his eye as Sinclair stood enduring yet another dull conversation. He excused himself as soon as there was a break in the conversation and followed the flash of silk through the hidden door, finding himself in the servant’s corridors.

When he’d reached the juncture where the corridor split, he heard a soft hiss from above him and moved cautiously to the stairs leading up to the private rooms. ‘Could the April Fool be a woman?’ He asked himself. Over the last five years since realising they were targeted, speculation had been rife, and two of the men had consistently claimed they had been robbed by a beautiful woman.

Sinclair didn’t doubt that it was possible, but there were so few women in their business, at least few who had the skill and knowledge to pull off such daring heists each year. The hiss that he’d heard made him think otherwise, but, intrigued, he followed the sound, listening carefully for any noise that might give away the woman’s whereabouts.

There aksaray escort bayan was running water, and he cocked his head, frowning as he moved slowly into the corridor. The door to his left opened, and there stood a beautiful woman in a midnight blue silk dress. Her eyes widened with her sharp intake of breath at seeing him standing there. The curse word on her lips came out as an elongated hiss, just as he has heard in the corridor.

“Shit!” Carrie hissed, looking guilty, and stood immobile as his eyes travelled over her.

“What are you doing up here?” Sinclair asked.

“I would have thought that was pretty obvious,” she glanced behind her. “I trust you don’t want details.”

“Why come upstairs?” he rephrased his question. “Surely the downstairs amenities are located easily enough.”

“I thought the door in the library led to a powder room, so I slipped in and found myself in the passageway for servants. I assumed there was another way out, so I followed it and decided to use the upstairs facilities before getting totally lost and humiliating myself in front of all these people.”

“I see,” he said thoughtfully. There was no way she could have stolen anything and hidden it beneath that dress; it hid nothing from the imagination, every single curve of her gorgeous body was on display to the voyeur. “Let me show you the way back to the party,” he offered, taking a step back from the doorway and sweeping his arm in the direction he had come down the corridor. “I’m Sinclair Mansvelt, and you are?”

“Carrie. Carrie Ward,” she smiled and stepped out of the doorway. She had studied this man for years, more so in the last year as she prepared for this moment, but she was still thrown by his proximity and the way his eyes seemed to glide over her in a hungry way. His reputation as a ladies man was well deserved, she admitted, as they walked slowly together back down the wide staircase past the large security guards stationed at the bottom, who shot them a look of surprise which was waved off by Sinclair.

Carrie breathed a sigh of relief; she moved a little faster, eager to blend into the crowd again now that she had made her way back to the party with an escort of one of the Hats who would vouch for her whereabouts and her reason for being upstairs. She felt his eyes on her and smiled, knowing her choice of dress had been perfect to entice the man she needed to get close to finish what she and her mother had begun together.

Allowing her to take a few steps ahead of him, Sinclair watched the sway of her hips carefully. If she was a thief, there was no way she could have hidden anything beneath that dress. The material clung to her thighs as she walked, even if something small had been taped between them it would have been noticed by anyone with the reason to look at her legs, and he guessed that was every red-blooded man in the room. She wore no bra, and the fall of the material over her breasts was such that, once again, he knew nothing could be hidden there. As if sensing him studying her intently, she turned her head, looking over her shoulder at him and gave a coy smile. A stray curl rested against the side of her neck, and his fingers itched to reach out and brush it away.

Sinclair had known more than his share of women in his life, but this one held an aura he couldn’t quite put his finger on, and it both disturbed him and excited him. He stayed with her as she walked toward the newest acquisition to Miles’s library. An extremely rare copy of the children’s magazine Young Folks from the year 1881 was displayed under glass, open at an illustrated story called The Sea Cook.

Carrie knew all about the acquisition, her boss, Jun Chen, was a bibliophile, and had almost lost his mind when he found out Miles had acquired such a rare piece. Feeling Sinclair’s eyes following her every move, she posed provocatively for a few minutes as she read the plate attached to the glass case, feeling his eyes continue to study her.

“The Sea Cook was originally serialised in the children’s magazine Young Folks over a period of several months from 1881-82. It was taken from this serialisation and turned into the adventure novel: The story of Treasure Island is by Robert Louis Stevenson, later that year.

Treasure Island is the classic pirate tale known for its superb atmosphere, character and action. The influence of Treasure Island on popular perception of pirates is vast, including treasure maps with an “X”, schooners, the Black Spot, tropical islands, and one-legged seamen with parrots on their shoulders.”

Sinclair continued to watch Carrie carefully and stay close to her as she moved away from the case and chatted amongst the guests. Each time she moved on, he wasn’t far behind, and they found themselves pulled into the same conversations. She wore no perfume; he assumed so she would leave no lingering scent in the first-floor rooms she had been in, it was too easy to have a scent assigned to one person in particular. eyüp escort bayan Once again, he considered how she had managed to steal something and conceal it beneath that dress.

“Carrington!” Jun Chen said, catching sight of her. “Excuse us, please,” he turned to the small group of people she had been with and took her by the arm, leading her away. “I’ve spotted a few pieces Miles forgot to send for the exhibit!”

“I’m sure he has a good reason for not loaning them to the collection. This is his home, not a museum, Mr. Chen. Perhaps he finds these things too precious to leave in the hands of strangers,” Carrie said softly, despite her boss’s overly loud tone.

“We are not strangers, we are the members of the State Museum and work for him directly, such is the size of his collection,” Jun looked crestfallen at her words. He believed all antiquities of value should be in the hands of museums and not held privately, and it irked him to see so many beautiful pieces on display in this home.

“Why don’t we talk to him tomorrow at the museum and ask him if we can take inventory here before rushing ahead and possibly offending him. I would hate to have him remove his collection or us from the museum because of our faux pas. You know how boorish he can be,” Carrie said reasonably. “You can’t want to risk that because of a few beautiful pieces,” she said, her voice calm and unemotional. She knew very well that if Miles had wanted them displayed he would have sent them to the museum already and replaced them in his home with any number of other equally beautiful artefacts.

Jun’s excitement over his discoveries waned as he nodded, admitting that she right. Miles Rackham was a difficult man, at the best of times. This was not the time or place to demand he give more of his personal belongings to the museum. “I think I will go home, it’s getting late, I can talk to Miles tomorrow,” he finally said, as if it was his idea.

“Me too,” Carrie smiled. “You’re right, it’s getting late, and I was just here to be courteous.” There were a number of other very real reasons she was here, but she had accomplished what she needed and was keen to put some distance between herself and the walking testosterone of Sinclair Mansvelt before she did something she would regret. Timing was everything in this plan, and she had to remember that the final goal was in sight.

Sinclair had watched the exchange between Chen and Carrie carefully. The animated little man had become subdued as she talked briefly with him. He felt a twinge of disappointment as they turned to leave together. He recognised Jun from the museum Miles used as a personal storage locker, and wondered what Carrie’s role was there.

He followed from a distance, noting the make and model of the car she drove, as well as the flash of golden honey coloured skin when her dress rode up as she got into the car exposing her legs. He was pleased that she and Chen had left in separate cars and went back into the party to take up his task of additional security tonight.

*****

Carrie sped through the streets as a light rain began to fall. She always felt so energised after a successful heist. The phone came to life, interrupting the heavy music pumping through the speakers, and she tapped the button on the steering wheel to answer it.

“Hey, everything get back there safely?” She answered, knowing only one person would be calling her at that moment.

“Yeah,” The voice of her adoptive brother, Jordan, hummed through the speakers. “You on your way home?”

“Not just yet, I thought I might take midnight blue for a spin through Diego’s and let it work its magic,” she said grinning and feeling exhilarated by the success of the evening. She’d stolen her prize and managed to intrigue Sinclair Mansvelt, her two objectives accomplished. Now she had to convince him that, while she had the skill and knowledge, she wasn’t The April Fool.

“Be careful, it took me two days to find you last time you went to Diego’s after a heist,” Jordan warned her. “You can’t afford to disappear just now, not when the ball has started rolling on the final phase of this vendetta.”

“Ah, but what a fun two days!” she laughed loudly. “Fine, point taken. I’ll go see if Jerome is at Fat Louie’s, better?” She swung the car changing direction and angering the drivers around her as she weaved in and out of the slower moving traffic.

“It would be better if you slowed down,” Jordan admonished watching her tracker on the screen before him. “Just keep your phone with you, okay?”

“Yeah, yeah,” she smiled. “Why don’t you call that well-endowed boyfriend of yours and blow off some steam yourself?”

“Way ahead of you. See you in the morning. Be careful,” Jordan warned for a last time before hanging up.

Carrie sped through the wet streets. She knew Jerome would be at the gym, several of his clients were corporate high flyers who worked late and worked out even later to destress from the pressures of the cut throat careers they had chosen. She looked at the time on the dash and smiled. The gym junkies would mostly be gone at this time of night, but there would be a few there to distract with her entrance. Of course, walking into Diablo’s bar would have been a bigger and better high, but Jordan was right, she had little control when it came to that man, Jerome was a much safer, if more punishing choice.

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I woke up with Maya on my left and Candy on my right. I love them both so deeply that I was quite happy just being with them and my love for both still grows. We had all gone to bed a little late, but I felt quite refreshed. I looked at the clock; I had only been asleep for four hours. The sun was just rising, I did not want to wake the girls but, like usual, I really needed to go to the bathroom. I stealthily extracted myself from the clutches of the angels sleeping beside me and headed to the bathroom.

I felt great relief as my stream hit the water. I had on my boxers, and after my swim last night didn’t really need a shower, so I headed downstairs. As I entered the kitchen, and looked outside, there was a flurry of activity, and yet I could hardly hear a sound. Max was sitting at the kitchen table, once again engaged in a game of chess, this time he was playing against Allen. I looked quietly at the board, seeing an opportunity to finish the game I let the words slip: “Max, you have checkmate in six moves.”

Allen was upset, but Max replied nonchalantly: “I know, but thanks anyway.”

Max moved. Allen saw the light a little too late; he had already lost. He sportingly played on, but in a few seconds the game was done. Max shook Allen’s hand and said: “Thank you for a good game; you’re a pretty good chess player.”

I chimed in: “Max, I’ve seen you play, Allen and Ed, have you also played against Frank and Paul?”

Allen replied: “He’s beaten all of us several times over the last week, he’s good.”

Max replied nonchalantly: “Your guys are very good chess players; I have actually had to take my time with them.”

Before I could speak Allen enthusiastically added: “Vinny taught us all how to play and none of us have ever beaten him, yet.”

I kept my cool as I said: “Allen, you have got to stop boasting of my skills.” Allen bowed in shame, so I added: “I am not upset with you, but try to avoid it in the future.”

Allen replied in a submissive tone: “I’m sorry boss, it won’t happen again.”

I replied in a teasing tone: “You and I both know it will, but thanks for trying. Oh yeah I almost forgot, has Philip started his training with you?” he shook his head so I added: “I want you to give him advanced stealth training and then give him the leadership course.” He nodded, and then headed out. The noise from outside seeped in as he opened the door. I looked at Max and said: “How did you get this place so well sound proofed?”

Max smiled as he replied: “I worked as a sound technician for years and designed the place myself, I think it came out pretty good.” I nodded my agreement. “So Vinny,” he added in a neutral tone, “what are your plans for today?”

I sat down and answered casually: “I guess I should go and deal with Snake, then we have the opening night at the bar, followed by the big party here tonight. Have all the preparations been done?” Max nodded, then I continued: “Do you guys need any help finalizing things?”

Max smiled and spoke calmly: “We have had no issues, and with the training your guys are giving, things just keep getting smoother and smoother. At this rate we will be working like a well oiled machine soon. I have never seen a gang run so fluidly.”

I smiled, but was a little disappointed as I replied: “They just needed a good leader and a little purpose in life. I am still surprised at how well things are progressing. I am glad to have time to spend with the girls.” I thought for a few seconds, realising I had not yet given Ronal the list I promised, “Damn, I completely forgot about getting a list of the cops to Ronal!”

Max replied casually: “I did it yesterday, don’t worry about it.”

I looked at him puzzled and asked: “How did you know that had to be done?”

Max was sitting casually as he said: “I know Ronal and the mayor and Candy told me about your meeting with them, so I got the list made and sent it them.”

I sat back down, relaxed and said in a relieved voice: “Thank you so much Max, you really are a great general.” He smiled in appreciation. I offered: “You have beaten all my friends; feel like playing chess against me?”

Max sat up and said enthusiastically: “I would love to. I am ranked as a master, do you have a ranking?”

I replied casually: “I have never been ranked but I have been playing since I was six.”

He set up the board and we played a relatively quick game, only an hour, Max lost, but I enjoyed playing him. He stood up after I called checkmate and motioned I should stand. I did and he hugged me saying: “Thank you, I have not lost a match in years; it’s nice to finally play a better player than myself.”

I was pretty certain the girls would not yet be awake and I asked: “Where is Snake?”

Max replied: “The boys in the squatter village have him; you want to go and see him?”

I replied: “Yeah, I think it’s time we let him go. Of course I will inform him of his punishment first.”

Max smiled broadly as he said: “Oh he’s going avrupa yakası escort bayan to be pissed when he hears it.” We both giggled as we headed to the town. We met up with Vance, who I had put in charge of keeping Snake alive.

He said: “Kelly is watching Snake. They’re over there.” We all headed to a small isolated tent behind the town. The strong smell of manure wafted from the tent. As we entered we saw Snake, buried up to his neck in fresh manure. Vance said with pride: “We have been changing the manure twice a day, and soaking him in boiling and ice water while we cleaned the hole; his body is covered in blisters.”

I looked at Snake and said in a cruel voice: “Hope you enjoyed your entrée, the main course is about to start.” Snake was shivering in the hole, “The boys are paying you back for what you did to Candy. You are lucky I need you alive to punish you for want you did to me and the gang.” Snake was crying uncontrollably now. “Stop your whimpering asshole and take it like a man! You are paying for your crimes. We will let you go later tonight; of course we will drop you in the middle of the woods, with no shoes.”

I smiled as I added in a soft voice: “But that is not all, for you see I have made friends with the Outlaws, The Hell’s Angels and all the other local biker groups, they will torture you on sight. The Colombians will probably make you wish you were dead, that is before they kill you. You will find that things won’t be much better with the cops; it seems that you are now wanted for the brutal execution of a dozen officers; they have orders to kill you on sight. I hope you’re good at running, because you will need to from now on.” We all laughed and left Snake in his hole. I looked at Vance and said: “Keep him simmering all day, and then drop him in the middle of nowhere around five. Make certain to hurry back, there’s party on tonight.” He nodded as he headed back to Snake.

Max and I walked back to the house. I said: “You think I was being too easy on the worthless piece of shit?”

Max replied casually: “You’re too kind hearted, but I think he will never fuck with us again.” When we got to the house, I headed upstairs as Max started making breakfast, he asked: “You want me to make you and the girls some too?” I nodded then continued on my way upstairs. I was surprised to find that Maya and Candy weren’t in bed, but as I heard the shower, my apprehension faded and I headed to the bathroom.

It was not locked and as I opened the door, I heard giggling, and a stray water jet hit me. I turned to the girls who were having a little water fight using a couple of plastic cups. I turned, a little wet, and closed the door. They noticed me and jumped onto me, I caught them. As they hung from my neck, naked and wet, they kissed me frantically, giggling as they teased each other. I was not too upset at being soaked, but as I stood there, dripping wet, I thought to myself: ‘What have I gotten myself into?’

I hugged them close, placed a kiss on their lips then said, desperately trying to maintain a serious and casual tone: “Good morning my loves. Max is making us breakfast so finish up here, I seems to inexplicably need a change of clothes. When you are ready you may want to join me downstairs.” I was barely able to keep a straight face as the two broke out laughing and, had I not been holding them, they would have fallen.

When Maya and Candy finally stopped laughing I put them softly to the ground, groping their asses as they walked over to the towel rack. They both gave me a smile filled with tenderness, showing they had enjoyed it. I headed to our room and changed into one of the three sets of clothes I had here, thinking to myself: ‘I really have to go and get more clothes from my place.’ Then the thought struck me. I really should show Maya my old place before I moved out. I was planning to move out as soon as the new buildings were done. I got dressed; the girls came into the room as I put on my last clean t-shirt. They looked so lovely together; they really are a great pair. I waited as they put on some clothes, Candy put on a pair of tight cut-offs and a tank top, Maya donned a pair of black spandex shorts and a black spandex top. The fabric hugged their bodies sexily.

We headed down stairs; Max froze as he saw how beautiful the girls looked. He said in a wavering voice: “You two are so sexy, I could eat you right here.”

The girls blushed at the compliment while I squeezed their rears lovingly to add emphasis. Maya and Candy giggled, playfully swatting at my chest. I casually spoke: “Max how’s the food coming along?” He was still frozen by the girls’ beauty and so I repeated in a calm voice “Oh, Max,” he snapped out of it, “how’s the food coming along?”

He was a little embarrassed but managed to squeak out: “It’s almost done!” The girls broke out laughing as he tried to recover some of his dignity.

I said in a soothing tone: “Their istanbul escort bayan influence is even worse together isn’t it?” He nodded shyly as Maya and Candy giggled holding me close. “Ok girls let’s sit down and give the cook a chance to finish breakfast.” We sat down and Max quickly finished making, then served the food. He sat across from me, Maya was on my right, and Candy on my left. Both sat as close to me as they could. I had to wrap my arms around them to pick up my coffee, but it didn’t bother me. Max served us breakfast which we all ate, savouring it, Max is a good cook. We all sat around digesting, drinking our coffee.

It was almost noon by the time I decided we should go and visit the bar; the grand opening of “The Exiled Bar” was scheduled for later that afternoon. I named it myself, hope you like it too. We all headed out to it. When we arrived the final preparations were being completed and the bright new sign was already lit up. We went in, the owner welcomed us, and showed us around the newly renovated place. It was not too fancy, but it was definitely no longer a dive. Maya and Candy really liked the new look.

I was selected to cut the ribbon while Candy and Maya would be the ones officially handing me the scissors. We were not dressed for it yet, but Max had already gotten me a tuxedo and a pair of formal gowns for the girls, they awaited us in the back. We all got dressed and went through a quick rehearsal. By the time the opening was scheduled to start the parking lot was full and a huge crowd had formed. Daniel had even arranged for a local TV station to cover the opening. We all went through the actions, and the bar filled. Candy, Maya and I disappeared after an hour. We got dressed in our own clothes and said goodbye to the owner. We had another celebration to go to, and were all looking forward to it a lot more. We quickly got back, the party was already started, but the main celebration would not start till I talked to the gang.

Candy and Maya were still dressed in skin tight clothing as we walked up to the party, they had built a small stage where a DJ was set up. Maya, Candy, Max and I climbed up onto it, the girls drew the crowd’s attention, but the second they saw me, the noise died, and a quiet hush covered the group. Candy and Maya were by my sides holding onto me as Max addressed the group: “Listen up! Your boss is here to kick the party into high gear. He is joined by Candy and Maya; they’re his, so keep you dirty mitts off them.”

I walked up, the girls still at my sides, and in my most powerful, yet cheerful voice said: “You should all know us by now, but let’s make it official.” I pointed to Max, “Our first speaker was Max, he’s my general, and you will listen to him when I am not around.” I pointed to Candy and Maya, “These are my girls and you will treat them like goddesses. They ask you do it, they won’t lead, but you will always do what they want.” The crowd cheered, “I am Vinny, I am the boss, and if you want to question me, feel free to make a formal challenge. I will fight any person who thinks they can take me in hand to hand combat, I am certain that many of you still have marks from the last time you guys challenged me. I am a fair man and I will do what is best for us all, but I need your cooperation and loyalty. You don’t trust me, leave now.” I looked at Max and the girls then said: “For all those of you who I have not scared away, let’s party! We have booze, babes and games; have fun, that’s an order.” The crowd roared loudly, and the music started.

Candy, Maya and I mingled with the crowd, shaking many hands and drinking many beers. We had fun; the girls never left my side. Max was also having a good time; we partied until the sun began to rise. It was a mess, but no damage occurred to the construction site, and the temporary town had no major damage. Candy, Maya and I headed back to the house after watching the sunrise. The girls were drunk, and I had to support them as we climbed the stairs, I put them to bed and headed to the bathroom. I showered then I went to bed. Maya and Candy had long ago passed out, so I slid in between them and feel asleep.

It wasn’t quite noon when I woke up. Maya and Candy were still sound asleep. I got up and dressed, then I headed downstairs. Ed, Allen, Paul, Max and Frank were all sitting around the table eating lunch. I said: “Morning boys, nice to see you, save any for me?”

Max replied: “Yeah, it’s on the stove, help yourself.” I went to the stove and served myself a plateful. Max looked at me and in a serious tone said: “Come join us, we have a little issue and need your advice.”

I sat down at the table and said in a relaxed voice: “What is it guys?”

Ed spoke: “We have too many people and too little organisation. The squatter town is falling apart and the garbage is just piling up.”

I took a gulp of my coffee, and then replied: “There are only a couple hundred people out there and we have over anadolu yakası escort bayan ten acres of space, what’s the problem?”

Frank replied: “The place is not organised and the refuse is piling up. There’s no real organisation. We need a plan, and we need everybody to respect it.”

I finished my coffee and replied: “Fine. I will go and take care of it.” They looked at me like I was crazy as I went outside. When I reached the work site I hollered in my drill voice: “Everybody staying in the squatter town stop what you’re doing and come here NOW!” My voices resonated loudly and all work stopped as people walked to where I was. I continued in my drill voice: “I’ve been sent to fix the town and I am not going to mess around. We are going to clean up this place, and make it liveable. I will get military tents here ASAP. Everybody has to pack up their stuff immediately. When you’re done help your neighbours. Get going now!” Everybody got to work.

I went back into the house and got my packsack, which I had not touched in days. I reached in and grabbed my navel issue satellite phone and dialled. Soon I had a link and the line answered. “Hi John, it’s Vinny… Thanks. I need a favour… No not a big one, it just has to be done quickly… Yeah, sure I will tell them… No, they’re having fun… I will tell her when I next see her… The favour? That’s simple. I need a large base pack airdropped in a field… Yes I will take responsibility… Yes, it’s within a hundred feet of my current location… I didn’t know you guys were so close. Sure you can drop in! I would love help setting it up. I’ve got a large rabble… No, they’re civvies… There’s a few. I am planning a nice little project…. Yeah you guys will like it…. You’ll be here within twelve hours and the base kit will be here within six? Cool! I will tell the boys. Oh yeah, I have a few new friends I’d like you to meet… Yeah there’s a pair; they’re off limits, but you’ll love looking at them… I will. See you soon.”

The guys were a little puzzled, noticing it I said: “I was talking with my soldier friends. They will be here soon and they will bring enough military tents to house a few thousand people; they will also help set them up.” They were all flabbergasted. I headed back outside. When I was back beside the squatter town I bellowed out: “Nice work! We will have four guests and four pallets of tents airdrop in, the tents will be here within six hours and our guests within twelve. You have till then to finish your clean up.” Everybody increased their pace. I headed back into the house.

The boys were still amazed at what was happening and Paul asked: “What did you just do? We have been trying to organise the town all morning and we got nothing done. How did you manage to get everybody working in five minutes, and how exactly did you manage to get that many tents and people to set them up? And to be dropped by a military plane?”

I retorted: “Same reason for both; military discipline and attitude. When you need something done, you get everybody on the same page, and tell them what to do.” The boys were still stunned and just sat looking out of the window; I headed upstairs to check on the girls.

Maya was just lazily stretching when I got to our room and Candy was still asleep. I spoke softly: “Good morning Maya. Did you sleep well?” I had continued to move toward the bed as I spoke, and placed a gentle kiss on her lips before she could answer.

Maya wrapped her hands around my neck and hugged me to her as she replied in a loving tone: “I slept wonderfully, my love.” She placed a much deeper kiss upon my lips as she released me.

As I rose I saw Candy beginning to wake. Maya continued stretching as I walked around the bed. Candy noticed me and sleepily said: “Good morning Vinny. Come a little closer.”

I moved closer in and Candy stretched her arms out and wrapped them around my neck as she clung to me and placed a gentle kiss upon my lips.

I hugged her as I softly said: “It’s nice to see you too, my love.” As I pulled away she sat up lazily and seeing Maya was awake she leaned over and they kissed passionately.

I enjoyed the sight. As they broke apart I said in a tender tone: “Are you two up for a little trip later? I have to go and pick up some stuff from my place and I would not mind a little company.” Both of them smiled broadly, “I’ll take that as a yes.” They were gleeful and started to scream like schoolgirls as they got up quickly and latched on to me. I held them close as they placed kisses upon my face and teased each other. They act like children from time to time, but I love them for it.

They were both naked as they teased me and I let them play for a few minutes before softly saying: “I have a few things to do before we leave and I have a few friends dropping in that would like to meet you. So if it’s not too much to ask, could you get dressed before they get here?”

Candy teased as she said: “I thought you didn’t mind me being naked around your friends.”

Maya looked at ease with her nakedness also as she teased me: “Yeah if we are willing to be naked, would you let us?” They both looked at me defiantly.

I smiled as I replied: “If you want, but our guests will be distracted, and I don’t know how well you will be able to deal with four burly fifty year old soldiers hitting on you.”

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“Who the fuck is she?” I yelled, throwing another dish towards him, but it only hit the kitchen wall. “Tell me now!”

“I don’t know who you are talking about, Sandra,” he answered, with his head peeking out in the kitchen doorway as the rest of his body remained hidden.

“Don’t lie to me!” I screamed, stomping my feet

“I swear, I’m not seeing anyone else. I’ve been faithful to you.”

With his phone in my hand, I marched to him. A picture of some naked chick in his pictures glared at him. He looked at my six foot figure and his hands clenched.

“So who the fuck is that? Your whore you’ve been screwing behind my back?”

I had no idea what was going through his head as he stood there, but mine was bright red.

“Answer me!”

His head leaned down and with no words being formed.

I slapped the shit out of him. “How dare you, Mark? I moved over a thousand miles so we could live out here and so you could have this job that occupies you sixty hours a week. Are you telling me this is the thanks I get?”

His face turned back to me with an open mouth and grinding teeth. “At least I’m not spending every last penny that comes into this house on clothes and other stupid shit,” he told me, waving his arms around. “I fucking work hard every single week so you can spoil the shit out of yourself, while you don’t lift a finger to bring in a little money. When the fuck do you think you are gonna get a job and stop just being a hole in my pocket?”

“You think I need this stuff you bought for us? This oven, that refrigerator, those dishes?” I asked, jetting to the cabinet and grabbing several more dishes.

I turned back to him and he stared at me with widened eyes.

“This material shit you supposedly bought for us means nothing to me,” I made clear, just before I dropped them all.

“What the fuck, Sandra!” he yelled, looking at the floor full of glass.

Then I pulled out a giant pair of cutters from a drawer under the cabinet. I made my way across the kitchen to the oven, pulled it out and unplugged it.

“I’m not bullshitting you,” I told him, just before I cut the power cord on it.

“That cost nine hundred dollars, you stupid wench! What the fuck is wrong with you?” he asked, as his hands flew to the back of his head.

Then I dropped the cutters, leaped over the glass and pushed him out of the way. I sprinted into the bedroom and he followed. I bolted into my big closet that was about ten feet across.

“What are you doing?” he asked, entering the bedroom with me.

I seized a lot of dresses, shorts and blouses and dropped them on the floor. I drifted to my dresser and retrieved a pair of scissors.

I went back to them, grabbed a dress and looked at him with the scissors on it. “This shit means nothing to me. You think just buying me this means you can cheat? Think again,” I said, before I shredded it into twenty pieces.

“Fuck!” he yelled, bringing his arms forward. “Was that the one that cost three hundred dollars?”

“No, four hundred actually. It means nothing to me compared to you,” I told him, bending my knees down to the floor.

My hands snatched a pair of shorts. “Nothing at all,” I made clear, cutting them too.

“Hey, stop that!” he yelled, running towards me.

His hands failed to come to me as he went through the shredded pieces of clothing on the floor for a minute. His head angled up and we glared at each other with our eyebrows down and our teeth biting our lower lips. Then his head rose up.

“I’m done with you, I want a divorce,” he told me, walking towards me.

We both began grinding our teeth and then we inched toward each other until we were two feet away. Unexpectedly, my slit got wet.

“Fine, you got it. Divorce me if that’s what you want. Then go stick your cock inside that slut.”

My head dropped down and my eyes saw a major hard on.

My head rose right back up. “Or, why don’t you just fuck me right now, prick?” I asked, dropping the shorts and scissors.

He gave me a dirty look. “I’m not gonna fuck you. I’m getting rid of you now,” he reported, moving his feet away from me.

I seized his arm with acıbadem escort bayan my left hand and his cock with my right. “Then why is your cock so hard? Just because the ‘D’ word was uttered or just because fighting gets you turned on? Fuck me right here, right now.”

“Did you hear what I said? I’m divorcing your ass now, simple as that. Do you have a problem with that?”

“No, now kiss me.”

We kissed each other and it lasted for over a minute. Over the duration, my breasts felt his grasp.

Then his lips parted from mine. “I hate and love you so much right now.”

“Noted, now quit fighting and fuck me.”

Our lips zipped together, and our arms wrapped around each other too for a few more minutes. We remained close to each other as we both kept our eyes closed.

He took his lips off mine. “I’m gonna fuck you as hard as you hate me,” he mentioned, taking me right to the bed and pushing me down onto it.

He came to my shorts and ripped them and my panties off me.

He undid his pants. “You wanna be fucked, bitch? I’ll fuck you, I’ll fuck you all night long,” he made clear, taking off his pants and boxers.

His knees met the bed again and he leaned up.

“You wanna tear clothes up like a dog? I’ll fuck you like you are a dog,” he told me, snatching my torso and turning me around.

“Get on your fucking knees now.”

A smirk shot across my face as I raised myself up to my hands and knees. I felt the tip of his hard cock rubbing against my butt and then my head turned to him.

“Are you gonna fuck me or what, dickhead?”

“Yes, take it, hussy!” he yelled, shoving his cock right into my twat.

“Fuck that’s good, shove it in deeper and transform it!” I screamed, grabbing the blankets.

His hands found their place on my butt and his cock quickly slid back out.

“Give me more pussy juice,” he demanded, rubbing his cock.

His eight inch cock slowly made it’s way back my entrance and crammed itself right back in there. I felt like my heart crashed down.

“Yes, yes, yes! I’ll give you more pussy juice!”

Then his cock began thrusting in and out of my slit which caused vibration and both of us were leaning back and forth repeatedly. Letting his entire cock go in and out again, transforming my pussy into a cock throbbing machine.

“Son of a bitch, I’ve missed your big cock,” I moaned, with my hands grasping the blankets.

The bed sheets became wet from the sweat falling from my face.

I looked back at him. “Yes, get all worked up as you fuck me, motherfucker. Fuck your shopping addicted wife hard and make yourself pass out!”

“Trust me, I will, because I still love you,” he told me, grabbing the bottom of his shirt and taking it off himself. “I’m gonna cum inside you and knocked your pretty ass up.”

I smiled at him greatly and all my teeth showed as my heart shifted from dying into dark black to blossoming into bright red in a matter of seconds.

“It better be a girl, so you’ll have two women to deal with.”

He lifted me up with him. “It’ll be a boy, and you’ll love it that way,” he made clear, yanking off my top and tossing it on the floor.

His fingers slithered to my bra clasp and undid it.

“You have a problem with that, floozy?” he asked, pulling it off me and dropping it.

“No, you cheating bastard, but my pussy is the only one that your cock better ever sneak into, got it?”

“Yes, I do, now shut up,” he ordered me, pushing me back down and putting his palms back onto my butt.

His entire cock left my cherry again and my face met the bed. I rubbed against it as his cock reentered again at full force.

“Oh, fuck, that hurt!” I screamed, slamming my hands onto the bed.

“Take it, Sandra, take it hard! You’ll never ever forget what the presence of this cock feels like!” he yelled, thrusting his cock swiftly and leaning his head back.

With every passing thrust, more and more tears flowed out onto my face.

“Oh, fuck, that hurts, but it feels so damn good too! Get my lovely pussy used to that cock again and never leave it again!”

My şerifali escort bayan heart felt like it was the ball in a pinball machine jamming left, right and side to side too. His cock soared deep in there and he just kept slithering in and out as quickly as possible. My thighs became snatched onto with hands.

More tears flowed out and hit the bed. “Fuck, Mark, my pussy is aching, but keep going and get me pregnant. I wanna have your baby now! Not tomorrow, now, you motherfucker!”

The pain was fought through, and I grasped the end of the mattress. I held it with all my might to fight the pain and sensation mix. My medium sized boobs shook and became really cold as they went through the air.

Then I let my long dirty blonde hair fall out right in front of me, and the top of my head met the bed. I saw my landing strip covered pussy getting devoured by his massive cock. Gravity forced blood to rush to my head.

I yanked my head back up. “Are you gonna shoot or are you gonna keep torturing me?”

His cock exited my pussy and he turned my body around. He glared at me, but no words were spoken and he pushed me down onto my back again.

“I’m still a feisty motherfucker too.”

“You aren’t a mother yet,” he reminded me, crawling on top of me and inserting his cock back into my clit.

My eyes closed and my hands held onto his shoulders. He stayed close and his eyes focused on mine as his cock began thrusting at the speed of a snail.

“If you call me making love to you torturing you, then yes, I’m gonna keep torturing the woman I love.”

We made out for over ten minutes as my boobs got rather squished. His arms ventured right under me and held me very tightly. My body felt his on mine, and old feelings of when we were first married surfaced.

“I’ve missed making sweet love to you like this, just like when we were first married.”

“Do you still love me?” I asked, shedding a tear.

“I’ll always love you, I guess I just got bored.”

“Me too, Mark. Now let’s make our marriage a little more interesting.”

His torso rose up and his cock went on another heart pounding, thrusting adventure. My mouth opened up widely and several drops of sweat hit my face and boobs that fell from his head. A strong ache already made itself known in my slit, but for the prize to be delivered, I worked through it.

Despite the physical toll that had been taken on him, his cock jammed into my pussy faster and harder. My hands raced to his rib cage and grasped it. My finger nails dug into it slightly, but that wasn’t a distraction. Then our eyes locked, and we threw away the key.

His facial muscles worked out so a giant cheesing smile presented itself to me. No comment exited my mouth, but an equally cheesy smile was shot his way too. After a two minute staring contest, his smile faded and his face transformed into an aching one.

“Cum for me, Mark. Cum for the woman you love,” I demanded, wrapping my arms around him.

His entire body shook as I felt shots of cum flow right into my pussy. We both let out extra large exhales, and he put all of his weight onto me. His head landed right next to mine and his hands were on the sides of me.

My arms circled around him as we both felt each others strong breaths. “Are you gonna hug me back?”

His arms slithered under me and our lips became glued to each other. A long and overdue make out session transpired. Our lips didn’t part for over twenty minutes as we both had shut eyelids. The fire was felt on my pussy.

He pushed some hair out of my eyes. “I love you.”

“Then why did you cheat on me? Do you really think I’m that much of a spoiled bitch? I know we were bored, but to just cheat, why?” I wondered, with a teary eyed face.

His head came up and turned. “Let’s not do this. We just made up, after a huge fight where you destroyed thousands of dollars of merchandise. So we don’t need to fight anymore.”

“I just want to know.”

He took his cock out of my twat, got off me and stepped onto the floor. He took a deep breath and walked in a circle for a minute.

He üsküdar escort bayan looked at me. “It is not really your fault or mine. I just wanted to have sex with someone that wanted to be with me. You’ve been physically and emotionally distant since the move. I don’t know what else to say besides Amanda loves to blow me too.”

I leaned up. “So, you are saying it is my fault? Just because I’m away socializing and buying clothes, that is your excuse? Oh, and she likes to suck on your cock? That makes this okay?”

His arms rising up. “Fuck, I don’t know, Sandra! It just happened and she sent me those pictures, I didn’t ask her to. What would you like to hear? That I needed a replacement? I was going out to find a new wife that wouldn’t take all the money I have to my name?” he asked putting his arms down. “I mean really, what do you want to hear?”

I got off the bed, strolled to him and captured his cock. “Fine, you ensure I’m pregnant, cut off that marriage wrecking slut, and I’ll do something for you,” I told him, stroking his cock.

“And that would be?”

I glanced over at my destroyed clothes and the ones in my closet.

I turned back to him. “I’ll stop robbing the bank of Mark.”

“Okay, fair enough.”

Then my eyes dropped down to his cock. “And I’ll start sucking on your cock.”

I lowered myself to my knees and examined it for a minute.

“Damn, it is long and thick, what’s not to love?”

I brought my lips to it, rubbed them right on the tip and our eyes met.

“Remember, I want my stomach to get big,” I reminded him, just before his cock entered my mouth.

“Oh, shit, Sandra, you are an evil witch for holding out on me,” he moaned, bringing his hands to my head.

I used my tongue to slither around and massage it and my hands remained on the floor the whole time. Only about half of his cock occupied my mouth and my hands rested on the floor.

“Thrust your mouth for me, baby. I wanna feel it and I’ll cum down your throat,” he requested, rubbing my head.

So a fast thrusting expedition commenced with his cock going deep down my throat each time. Both of us exchanged looks and he blew a kiss to me. I smiled and sucked harder.

“Oh, that’s how I love it, Sandra, keep going.”

I moved my head from side to side multiple times as his hands maintained their position. Then his cell phone rang. His eyes looked towards it for a few seconds.

“I should get that,” he said, reaching for his phone. “You just keep busy, my beautiful wife.”

He grabbed it and answered it. Distant chatter was heard on the phone, but it couldn’t be made out.

“I’m sorry, but I’m gonna be too busy fucking my wife. I don’t have a time for a slut that only wants to fuck me on her schedule. She is actually giving me an unworldly blow job right now and it feels so fucking good,” he moaned, stretching his arms and legs out.

I took his cock out of my mouth again.

“Listen to this,” he said, putting the phone right next to his cock as his other hand stroked it. “I’m gonna shoot my load all over my wife’s face.”

I watched him with an aching, but pleasurable face.

“Oh,” he moaned, stroking his cock. “Here it comes.”

He sprayed his seed all over my face with five good shots and after he was done, I quickly wiped the cum away from my eyes.

“Give me the phone,” I demanded, snatching it from him just before he collapsed.

I brought the phone to my ear.

“Hey, harlot, Mark is my man and you are not stealing him from me! Find some other cock to suck!” I yelled, just before I ended the call.

Then I switched the phone to ‘camera’ mode and held it about a foot away from my face.

“Let’s see how she likes this picture,” I mentioned, right before I took a picture of my cum soaked face and tits.

I sent the picture and put his phone on the dresser.

I stuck my hand out towards him. “Don’t you ever cheat on me again, asshole.”

He grabbed onto it. “I won’t, bitch, but you are gonna have to help me clean up the mess you made though.”

“So do you forgive me?”

“Yes, but you are on probation,” he told me, just before he kissed my cum covered lips.

“I hope forever, because so are you,” I made clear, bringing him back to the bed.

We made love again and many more times after that until the sun went down. We eventually cleaned up the mess in the bedroom and kitchen. Let’s just say after that day, our marriage soared to new levels which included a beautiful baby girl nine months later.

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I’m 23 years old and recently graduated college with a teaching degree. I was happy to find that a job was available in my own hometown and I began teaching high school biology.

I was reminded on my first day back at the old school just how hot the girls were. Now it wasn’t long since I graduated myself and all my friends from other schools used to say it was just something in the water. About 9 out of 10 girls in my school were drop dead gorgeous, and I found out it’s still true.

Being fully aware of my job at stake I studiously avoided looking when a shapely young lady would offer enticing views of her ass or legs. It became a sort of sport with a group of the popular girls, they would dress sexy and try to outdo each other on who could give the cute teacher the best views seemingly by accident. After my class they would giggle together in the hall and compare notes to see who got the best reaction.

I’m not made of stone and after awhile these cute little honeys began to have the desired effect on me. After class I would have to run into my little room in the back, lock the door and soothe my stiff cock.

After the first time the girls noticed my erection their games got bolder, some would look me right in the eyes and lick their lips as they spread their legs in the front row and gave me the full view.

Making it worse for me to keep my fantasies in check was how well I know this school. Having just graduated a few years earlier I still knew many students who were brothers or sisters of people from my class and I was well connected with the gossip mill.

Something else hadn’t changed since my days in this school, the girls loved sex. Everyone hears wild stories, but I’m telling you the girls from my school started experimenting sexually around freshman year and by junior year they could outperform most of the starlets who get their starts in porn.

My willpower still might have stood up long enough to get through the school year, or for the girls to tire of their game if not for one thing. The long-time girls’ softball coach retired.

The school board couldn’t afford to hire a new coach, and since I had played some college baseball I was offered the job. The only other option was to cancel the softball team.

The next day after the meeting school went pretty kadıköy escort bayan much as normal with a bevy of sexy little minxes teasing me. My last class of the day I had a particularly attractive cutie named Jesse sitting in the front row.

Jesse was about 5’8” tall with blue eyes and wavy strawberry blonde hair which reached about to her shoulders. Today her C-cup breasts were barely contained within her white halter top and a tight black skirt seemed painted onto her thighs.

Strangely Jesse didn’t play any games with me this day, but she did watch me intently with a thoughtful expression on her face.

After class I quickly ducked into my back room as usual when I’ve looked at too many hot bods. I leaned my back against a bookshelf, unzipped my pants and took my cock in hand. I slowly stroked it thinking thoughts that could get me fired.

Just then the door quietly opened and Jesse stepped in. I panicked and jumped up straight, uselessly trying to hide my rampant boner while Jesse just leaned against the door and smiled.

“Gee Mr. J aren’t you happy to see me?” she asked smugly

“How did you get in here? I locked the door”

“Oh, that? I taped down the latch so it wouldn’t stick. I wanted to see what you do here after class, and I am seeing it aren’t I?” Jesse said, still smiling

“What do you want Jesse?” I asked her tucking my cock into my pants

“I know about the school board’s offer and I’m counting on a softball scholarship, so I’m going to make sure you take the job”

“Jesse, you see what it does to me just from you girls teasing me in class. I shouldn’t get involved with you any more than necessary”

“Well” she looked me straight in the eye, “the way I see it you coach us or I can go to the superintendent and tell all about your little personal problem. Anyway, me and my friends are prepared to make it worth your while”

Jesse walked closer to me and reached into my open fly to caress my cock, which had been scared limp.

“I’ve wanted to do this anyway Mr. J. You can’t say no now.”

With that Jesse pulled my hardening prick out and swiftly swallowed the whole length. Remember the experience I said these girls had? My cock isn’t small and most women have trouble ataşehir escort bayan taking it down, but Jesse gulped it right down. She began to make happy purring sounds, clutched my ass in her hands and began pumping her mouth up and down my shaft.

I took her head in my hands and leaned against the wall as the young beauty licked and slurped happily on my throbbing cock. Her hand massaged my nuts as she tightened her lips around my cock and sucked harder, bobbing her head up and down.

I looked down and met her sexy eyes peering up at me as I thrust deeply down her throat once more and unloaded my balls into her hot mouth. Jesse swallowed three times and still some of my cum escaped her lips to run down her chin and drip on her shirt.

I pulled Jesse to her feet and sucked hungrily on her neck as I slid one leg in between hers and parted them slightly. I clutched her ass now and rubbed my cock against her abdomen. Her moan of pleasure was all the consent I needed. I turned her around and pushed her face down over my desk.

“Yes Mr. J!, Give it to me rough!” she moaned and wiggled her ass in the air.

I peeled her skirt over her hips and pulled her lace panties off. She looked back over her shoulder at me and I roughly pushed her face back into the desk. I slapped her ass and took it one cheek in each hand.

I both lifted her ass in the air and spread the cheeks apart. Jesse groaned and rubbed her mound into the desk as I licked her crack from erect clit to puckered asshole.

I slid my tongue up and down her wet cunt, slurping up her ample juices and rubbing my nose around in her crack.

Jesse began moaning loudly as I took her clit in my mouth and sucked it hard. I flicked my tongue across her swollen clit as I sucked it and wiggled my nose around between her lips.

She came loudly and rocked her hips as her sweet juice poured over my face.

I stood and once again took her ass in my hands, I pulled her roughly to me and pushed my 8 inch cock straight into her cunt.

Jesse moaned as her lips parted around me, and her moan became a wail as more cock pushed into her.

When I was fully inside her hot pussy, with my balls pushed right up to her clit I began rocking just slightly on my toes. ümraniye escort bayan My cock moved in and out of her just a half inch at a time but at a quick rhythm.

I held her hips in my hands and continually pulled her against me, thrusting into her and bouncing her away again.

Jesse tossed her hair over her shoulder and panted for breath, as she wiggled her hips against me.

“Yeah Mr. J, fuck me like that!” “Ahhh, yes! Ohh shit”

“You like that?” I asked her, continuing to pump away “Do you like being fucked senseless?”

“Oh shit yes Ahh, Give it to me Mr. J.”

“You like your teacher’s cock in your little fucking hole don’t you? You just love having your little schoolgirl pussy hammered huh?”

“Yeah! Oh…. Uh… Uh…Yes, I love having my little teenage pussy fucked Mr. J!”

I slowed my rhythm from the fast pace to a much slower one, but began using really powerful thrusts. My first thrust shoved her forward on the desk and she had to brace herself and push back into me.

I could feel my excitement building and knew I would cum soon. I pulled her asscheeks further apart and pulled out my cock long enough to slide it upward and nudge it against Jesse’s backdoor.

“What-the-fuck?” Jesse asked alarmed as I pushed my cock into her ass. She gasped and groaned with pain as I slowly pushed past her opening. Apparently this was one thing she hadn’t much experience in.

Jesse gritted her teeth and put her head on the desk as I slowly reamed her tight ass. I had been close before and a few short strokes had me really straining to hold back my load. Just then Jesse groaned again and squeezed herself around my cock. With one last hard thrust I erupted inside her ass. I pulled back and thrust in a couple more times, each time accompanied by another dose of sperm until I just lay on top of Jesse, idly fondling her breasts as cum ran down her thighs.

“Damn Mr. J., why’d you put it in my ass? I’ve NEVER done that before!” she complained

“I couldn’t cum inside your cunt and get you pregnant now could I?”

“You could have pulled out”

“Well I wanted to fuck your ass instead” I told her as I petted her thigh softly, “So what?”

“It hurt like hell when you pushed it in, but it got better after and it started getting good”

“The next time I’ll eat your ass first and it’ll go in easier” I told her as I pulled out my cock and buttoned up my pants.

Jesse straightened out her skirt and gave me a smile before she walked out the door. “Don’t be late for practice Wednesday, we girls have to show you ALL our appreciation”

Needless to say I took the job and I’m looking forward to Wednesday’s practice

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She went about her normal routine of getting ready for bed in the usual manner after getting home from a hard days work for the temp agency. As she threw her purse on the counter, she didn’t know why, but she thought she was a little more tired tonight than normal. Preparing to take a shower had become routine also. Taking off her jacket first, then her skirt, blouse, bra and panties. She never bothered with panty hose, in the office they always got “snagged” or in some other way got ruined. She looked herself over in the mirror next to the valet she had neatly placed her jacket on. Not too shabby for a woman in her mid 30’s, she thought. Even though she was slightly “rounder” than other women, she was still attractive enough to turn the head of that “cute” security guard at the entrance to the building she was currently working. She thought she caught him looking at her size 38DD breasts with a little more than passing interest a few times.

Just as she stepped into the shower, she heard the phone ring. Cursing whomever it might be under her breath, she went to answer it. “Hello”, she said(a little irritation in her voice). “Hello, this is Officer Sanders, with Argus Security. I’m calling with regard to a wallet that was turned in to our office.” She was shocked, and excited, to hear the voice of the person that she was just thinking (rather sexily)about, and apologized silently. “Yes?” came her choked reply. “Well ma’am, your I.D. card was inside, and we found out that you work here as a temp and decided to give you a call. In order for us to turn it over to you though, we need you to come down and identify it.”

“Thank you for being so thoughtful officer. I was just about to go to bed. I’ll be there in the morning to tell you if it’s mine or not.” With that settled, she let her heart stop racing and went back to her shower.

As she felt the warmth of the spray touch her milky-white skin, she began washing just as she always did. She started with her hair, wetting it thoroughly, then adding her shampoo. As she ran her fingers through her hair, she thought of him(standing behind her, pressing his body and cock against her, as he washed her hair with his strong fingers.). She giggled like a schoolgirl for letting herself think like this. But she was entitled to. She was an independent woman after all, not needing a man to be satisfied, right? She stopped thinking about that for the moment, because she realized that she was lying to herself. She thought of him on a daily basis, hoping that he would someday ask her out. After washing her body, she got out of the shower and went to get ready for bed. The phone rang again.

“Hello?”

“This is Officer Sanders again. Sorry about this, but my boss said I should give another call because the wallet has money in it. He said that I should deliver it to you a.s.a.p., and gave me the rest of the night off. Would this be ok?” Oh my gosh!! She thought. Her pussy got extremely wet at the prospect. I couldn’t have asked for anything more exciting! Calming herself, she said, “It’s after10pm, but of course you can. I’ll be waiting for you to arrive.”

“It’ll tuzla escort bayan be about 30 minutes before I get there, I’d like to change first.”

“No, that’s fine. Come in your uniform if you want. It doesn’t matter to me.” she said. “Ok, I’ll be there soon.”

She couldn’t believe it! The man of her dreams was coming over! A thousand things went through her mind, and her fingers were absent mindedly playing with her pussy. What would she wear? She decided not to seem to forward, and picked a pair of pajamas and robe with “Caffeine Junkie” written on them. She waited for him in the living area of her small 2 room apartment. One for her computer, the other for her. 30 minutes went by with no sign of his arrival. She was just about to go back to bed when she heard the buzzer for the security entry. “Come on up, apartment 213.” she said into the intercom, and pressed the release button for the door. She didn’t expect his knock so quickly and it startled her. She opened the door only after checking through the peep-hole that it was him. He was still in uniform! “Come in.” she said.

“Your wallet ma’am?” he said, as he handed it to her. “Yes, it’s mine. Where did you find it?” she asked. “In office 356. I was checking that the floor was clear before we locked it down. I should go now, and let you get some sleep.” I have to think of something to get him to stay, she thought. “Would you like something to drink?”

“Sure, as long as it’s not coffee.” he said, pointing at her pajamas. “I thought all security guards drank coffee?”

“Not me, keeps me awake too long, then I’m late for work the next day.”

“How about a beer then?”

“Fine with me.” She went to the refrigerator and got 2 bottles out. As she handed him one, she noticed that her hand was shaking, and hoped that he wouldn’t notice her nervousness. He took the beer she offered and took a long draught from it, draining half the bottle before setting it down. “Ahh…That hit the spot.” he said. “So what’s your first name Officer Sanders?”

“Oh, I’m sorry. How rude of me. It’s David.”

“Well David, I’m Susan.” She stuck out her hand as she spoke. He took her hand in his and kissed the back of it. “Glad to make your acquaintance.” he said. Her nipples hardened with anticipation as he continued to hold her hand, and her pussy got even wetter than when he called. Before she realized what was going on, she moved closer to him and kissed him full on the mouth. He put his arms about her and answered her kiss, opening his mouth to allow her tongue to entwine with his. She pulled away and said, “I don’t normally do things like this, but I find you so attractive that I can’t help myself.”

“That’s ok, I was thinking the same thing, but wasn’t sure what you would do if I threw myself at you.” His hand was now stroking her left cheek, which the rush of excitement had turned a bright pink hue. She leaned her head toward the gentle caress and kissed his upturned palm. “So what now?” he asked. “Maybe we would be more comfortable in the bedroom?”

“After göztepe escort bayan you.”

She couldn’t lead him to the bed fast enough. Taking off her pajamas as they went, and working on his uniform when they finally reached the bed. With a loud “thump”, David’s utility belt hit the floor. “Thank goodness I didn’t have my weapon on that thing.” said David. “The only weapon I’m concerned with right now, is the one I’m trying to get at.” said Susan, as she knelt down and unzipped his pants. David’s hard cock was already straining at his trousers, and now his shorts almost couldn’t hold back his impassioned member. She took it in her hand and complimented David on his size, while he took off his shirt. “It’s not the size that counts, it’s what you do with it and your partner.”

David gently takes her hand and stands her up. He kisses her deeply as he sits with her on the bed. His hands gently roaming over her body, and she moans her approval into his mouth. He lays down on the bed with her, kissing down her neck and then her breasts. He looks into her eyes as he takes the nipple of her left breast into his mouth. She whimpers passionately as his tongue flicks gently over the painfully extended nubbin, tasting her slightly salty flesh. She strokes the back of his head, urging him to take more of her tit flesh into his mouth. He obeys her unspoken words and opens his mouth further, making her cry out louder. Continuing his journey down, he kisses every inch of her pleasantly plump body, causing her to giggle. “I’m sorry, it’s just that I’m extremely ticklish.” she says. “As long as you’re not telling me to stop, I think you’ll enjoy it.” says David. He moves farther down than she expected, and she asked, “What are you doing?” His reply was simple, “Just wait and see.”

David kisses his way back up her legs, stopping at the back of her knees, and the inside of her thighs. Never once touching her ever dampening pussy. When he finally touches her pussy, she throws back her head and has her first climax. Amazed at this it spurs David on, parting the rose colored lips of her pussy with one hand and inserting first one finger, then another from his right. “You’re so tight.” he says, as he works his fingers in and out of the folds of her pussy. “I haven’t had a man in about 2 years.” says Susan, as she pants heavily. “Well, it looks like I’ve got my work cut out for me then.” David then leans down and takes her engorged clit into his mouth, sucking gently at first, then harder when Susan puts her hands behind his head and pushes his mouth harder onto her pussy. “Oh God, I’m cumming again.” she says, as David nibbles hard on her clit, her juices covering his face. David slowly relinquishes his hold on her love button and kisses his way back up her body. “Hope you enjoyed that as much, if not more, than I did.”

“You could do that all night if you wanted to, but I need something else in me right now besides your tongue.”

David moved his hands between her thighs once again to feel her wetness dripping down and making the sheets kurtköy escort bayan wet where she lay. He then got up and positioned himself between her outspread legs. Placing his cock at the entrance of her pussy, Susan says, “Fuck me David, I need you so badly.” David pushes forward, not needing any extra lubrication, and enters her completely in one smooth motion. Susan cries out passionately and pushes herself up to meet him. He stays there for a little bit, letting her get used to having a man inside her once again, then slowly draws out until just the head of his turgid member is left inside. Susan grips David’s ass and pulls him back inside almost violently and urges David on to fuck her harder.

She orgasms again and again, reveling in the ecstasy that the man over her is offering. As David slows down to catch his breath, Susan rolls over to get on her hands and knees. “Fuck me like an animal David. I want to feel your cum splatter deep within the walls of my cunt!” she almost screams. Before he complies with her request, David uses both hands to gently pull apart the cheeks of her ass and kisses her tight, pink asshole. She squeals in pleasure at this unexpected, yet thoroughly enjoyable act. She had never had anyone do this before, and hoped he would do it again. David let his tongue lash out around, then push inside her anus, Susan pushing back to feel more. David then pulls back, and inserts his index finger inside her wrinkled pink rosebud. Susan unexpectedly found this pleasurable and pushed back against his assault.

“You like that?” David asks. “Yes.” she says between heavy breaths. He gets behind her and enters the tight confines of her hot, wet pussy once again. Driving hard into her over and over again, taking both of them closer and closer to orgasm. Susan reaches back between her legs and plays with her clit as David bangs away at her. All the while, David fucking her ass with his thumb. Again David slows down, laying himself across her back, and asks, “May I fuck your ass?”

“Yes, anywhere, just FUCK ME!!!!” she screams. Still not wanting to disappoint Susan, David pulls out of the incredible furnace of her pussy, and pushes his cock into her waiting ass. Still not needing any lubrication except that which has come from her, David buried himself balls deep within her tightest orifice. In a mixture of pleasure and pain, Susan once again urges David on to fuck her with abandon.

David can feel every tight inch of Susan’s ass as he plunders her most intimate place. Susan can also feel every hot hard inch of cock that David is giving her. Over and over again, David assails her tight anus, only to hear the pleasured cries of the woman beneath him. “I’m going to cum!” announces David. “Cum for me baby.” says Susan. David grabs a hold of her hips, then reaches around and between her legs to play with her clit. “You’re gonna cum too if I can help it.” Both reaching the acme of their orgasms at the same time, David can feel the clenching of her sphincter muscles, and she can feel the warmth of his seed fill her tight ass. As they come down from their sexual high, David holds her tight, as she falls fast asleep.

Susan awoke the next morning feeling refreshed and totally ready for the day. She vaguely remembered a dream she had. When she arrived at the office building, she saw her favorite security guard sitting where he always did. She approached him, and thanked him for last night. Leaving David looking rather puzzled.

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All characters in this story are over 18 and all situations are fictional. So if you think I’m talking about you, c’mon, really…get over yourself.

*

“Maybe this week isn’t a wash after all.”

It was a strange thought considering the situation: The cute blond bent over the women’s bathroom counter, skirt pushed up around her hips and lacy black thong pushed to the side, moaning and calling my name as my dick pistoned in and out of her.

But I’m getting ahead of myself. Let me start from the beginning.

I’m a photographer with a book publisher. I took the job several years ago after moving to New York following my divorce, which was thankfully amicable. Things just didn’t work out and we parted as friends.

The job keeps things interesting: Shooting covers for various books in the on-site studio and traveling the country to do authors’ portraits and stock photography for book illustrations.

But the most enjoyable aspect of the job would be my coworkers. Mostly women in their twenties and thirties, all cute and enjoyed flirting. It was all innocent, of course. Just something to make the work day a little more fun. I was your typical “nice guy” in his early thirties, so I enjoyed the attention but thought nothing of it.

Until that Friday with Emily.

I was working a little past five in the room that everyone called “The Cave.” It’s a long room we used for doing our digital pre-press work and where kept the servers. We kept it dark to reduce the glare and cool for the servers, hence the name.

I had just arrived back in town earlier that afternoon and was retouching a portrait of a decrepit author who was writing a tome detailing the history of molecular biology (riveting stuff, no doubt). I thought I would be able to work without interruptions when the door opened.

“Great,” I sighed. “Someone wanting a last minute photo pulled from the database. There goes my night.” I didn’t even look up.

“Hey, stranger!” I heard a voice that was as attractive as its owner. “I didn’t think you’d be back until this weekend.”

I looked up to be graced by Emily’s beaming face. To say she was cute was the understatement of all time. She embodied the All American image: About 5’1, short blond hair that came to just above her shoulders, perfectly proportioned curves, amazing green eyes and a smile that made you melt. The crowning touch, though, was that she was the sweetest, most genuine person you could ever meet. We got along wonderfully and I had the world’s biggest crush on her.

The problem with that was Lance, her husband. He was the male embodiment of Emily: Good looking, great personality. You wanted to hate the guy for that alone, but the fact that he had Emily just gave you that much more ammunition. The only problem was that he was just as likable as his amazing wife. Always stopping by to say hello when he came by the office talking sports and all of the other “guy” things.

“Yeah, I wanted to get back early to erenler escort bayan get the work done,” I said. “And I had to get a way from Dr. Dorkenstein. They guy talked about God knows what the entire time. He was a great guy, but I have no idea what in the hell he said.”

“Poor baby,” she giggled, cocking her head to the side. “Better than being stuck in the office.” God she drove me crazy.

“So what’s up?” I inquired.

Suddenly her demeanor changed to an unusual nervousness. “Oh, um,” she stammered. “I was going to leave you a note but, um, since you’re here…..I have… a possible favor to ask.”

I was interested in what could have this kind of effect on her normally unflappable demeanor. Hiding a body? Blackmail? Doing her taxes? All she had to do was flash that smile and I was the man for the job.

“I was wondering if you could do a little Photoshop work for me. Um, some, like……personal stuff?”

The way she slowly dragged out the two words set off bells in my head and immediately peaked my interest.

“Sure, shouldn’t be a problem. What do you have?” I answered, all too happy to get involved.

She produced a cd and I pulled my laptop from my briefcase, careful not to do any personal work on the company’s computers. I popped it in to the cd-rom slot and she touched my wrist, making the hairs on the back of my neck stand up.

“I just wanted to say that if this makes you uncomfortable in any way, please say so.”

“Ummm, okay,” I said with a confused look on my face. Okay, now I was REALLY interested in what was on this cd.

I double clicked on a image icon, my eyes opened wide and mouth dropped open when the image appeared on the screen: It was of Emily lying on a bed, legs spread and a vibrator between her perfect pussy lips. The look on her face, with her eyes closed and her mouth slightly open, could only be described as pure pleasure.

I think I set a world record for getting a hard-on.

I sat there in shock for about five seconds, then came to my senses long enough to say a quick prayer of thanks. Emily, though, took my reaction wrong.

“Oh, I am so sorry!! I didn’t mean to…”.

I cut her off immediately. There was no way in hell I was letting this jackpot go.

“No no no no no no, ” I assured her. “I’m just, well, shocked. I never thought, I mean, you seem so, I, I….wow.”

“I am human, you know” she laughed.

“Oh you are that,” I said under my breath, finally coming to my senses and regaining my professionalism all while trying to hide my raging boner. “So, what exactly can I do for you?” I asked in my best “I’m-a-professional-but-Oh-My-God-I want-to-screw-you” voice.

“Wellll,” she said, “we’re looking to put out a couple of ads for new, um, ‘friends’, so I was wondering if you could blur the faces … you know, that sort of thing. Don’t want the rest of the world knowing what Lance and I do in our off time.”

“Sure, dudullu escort bayan no problem,” I said. “Mind if I look through the rest of them? You know, just to edit through and find the right photo. I am a professional, you know.”

She threw back her head and laughed. “Oh, you’re so bad. Let me help.”

With that, she sauntered over to my chair, hips swaying and sat on my right leg, her legs straddling my thigh. I could feel the heat between her legs on my leg. I placed my hands on her hips to steady here. She felt incredible.

She opened several more amazingly sexy photos, stopping at one in particular.

“Anyone look familiar?” she asked.

In the scene was Emily, lying on her back with a young brunette going to town between Emily’s legs and Lance taking the brunette from behind; everyone was obviously enjoying themselves. I focused my eyes to identify the mystery woman.

“I don’t know … looks kind of like … no!!! Jessica?!?!?” It was one of our hot little college interns. “Wow! I had no idea. She seemed so … sweet and innocent!”

“Oh, she’s sweet all right … tastes very sweet,” cooed Emily. “But innocent? Not so much.” I noticed that Emily now had her left hand behind her, stroking my hard-on through my jeans.

“Note to self,” I thought. “Get to know the interns better.”

“This one is my favorite,” said Emily, double clicking on a file. A photo opened up with the most incredible sight I’ve ever seen: Emily and Jessica, legs intertwined, grinding pussies.

“Ohhhhhhh,” I groaned, leaning back in my chair. “Are you TRYING to give me a heart attack!?!?”

Emily swung around in the chair, her legs straddling me and pussy pressed up against my dick. “But then I couldn’t do this,” she whispered, leaning to me, pressing her lips to mine and pushing her tongue into my mouth.

I moved my hands to her face, holding her as I returned her kiss with all my might. As minutes passed, she began rubbing her breasts, pussy, her entire body against mine intensifying the passion.

I broke the kiss, suddenly brought back to reality by a sobering thought.

“Wait,” I said panting. “Lance. Obviously he digs sharing you with other women, but what about …” I trailed off. She was hot, but no woman was worth being killed by a jealous husband. She came damned close, though.

A smile came over Emily’s beautiful face.

“Usually not but he likes you, so he’s been suggesting I bring you home,” she cooed in between running her tongue around the edge of my ear, sending chills up my spine. “I’m more than happy to oblige.”

“Another note to self,” I thought. “I owe Lance a beer. Many, many beers.”

We began making out again, only with her to break the kiss minutes later.

“Okay, close up your computers. Then, the women’s bathroom. Now.”

I walked as she walked out, then snapped out of my trance, shutting down computers in record time.

I beykoz escort bayan hauled ass out of the room and down the hall to the meeting place. I burst through the door to find my sexual muse sitting on the counter, leaning against the wall with her legs spread and rubbing her sex.

With a purpose I’ve never known before, I walked up to her and kissed her passionately. Then, in a single fluid motion, I lifted her off the counter, placed her on her feet on the floor and knelt down, reaching beneath her skirt and pulling the black lace thong to her knees.

I dove tongue first into her pussy as she released a loud guttural moan. After alternating between sucking on her perfect little clit and parting her lips with my tongue, I decided to do a little recon and find out how tight she was. I slid two fingers (the width of my dick .. hey, I have a lot of alone time, okay?) into her extreme wetness, stretching the tight space as I sucked with abandon on her clit.

After about a minute of this assault on her pussy, I could tell by her increased whimpering that she was close to coming, so I removed one finger and began lightly stroking her g-spot as I continued sucking on her clit. Immediately her head snapped back and her bottom lip began quivering. It seemed to spread down her body as she started shaking. She came, moaning a steady stream of, “Oh, fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck …” as her pussy tightened and fluid started running down her leg. I reveled in a job well done.

She looked down at my Cheshire Cat smile, her eyes wide and chest heaving, trying to catch her breath. “Okay, explain to me again: Why in the hell are you still single?”.

I stood up, grinning. “My turn,” as I unzipped my pants and spun her around. She dutifully bent over and raised up her skirt, showing me what, to this day, I still consider the perfect ass.

Suddenly a panic hit me. “Um, I don’t have a condom,” I said.

“On birth control. Do it. Now.”

I pulled out my dick, more turned on than I ever had been in my life and was in Heaven as I slid into her. We both moaned as I grabbed her hips and started moving in and out. I knew I wouldn’t last long, so I started fucking her with everything I had. She apparently had the same game plan as she started pushing back just as hard in perfect rhythm. I looked at her in the mirror in front of us, her beautiful face in ecstasy, our eyes locking.

After a few minutes, her pussy began to tighten around my dick, sending me over the edge. We came hard together, my hands griping her hips. As the orgasms subsided, we stood still for a minute, relishing the calm after the storm. I slowly backed up, sliding out of her. She turned around panting and leaned back against the counter exhausted.

We stood staring into each other’s eyes for what seemed like years when she touched my face lightly and whispered, “I’ve done a lot of things, but that might have been the most intense. Really.”

I lightly kissed her when we heard a light moan and broke the kiss. Emily and I looked to my left and saw Amanda, our attractive boss leaning against the wall, with her right hand down her suit pants. She was slowly rubbing herself, apparently recovering from her own carnal high.

“Damn, I just came in for a couple of files. I didn’t know I would get a show as well …”.

[To Be Continued]

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