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It’s a quiet Sunday afternoon at the gym. Not many people here. But you and I are here. I’ve had my eye on you for a long time. Fantasizing what it would be like to be with you. See your amazing body naked. Feel the power of your muscles underneath my hands. Taste you.

There is a small private training room off the back of the weight room. It is accessed by only one door and has mirrors on every wall. When the lights are off, it is hard to see in there from the gym floor. There’s a water fountain by the door that is frequently used by ppl out on the gym floor.

It’s my favorite room to stretch and do abs. I’ve fantasized about hooking up with you in this room countless times. You holding me up against a mirrored wall and fucking me. My knees hooked around your arms, spread wide for you. Me on my knees sucking your cock. You bending me over the PT table in there, pulling my hair to secure my submission. Pushing the side of my face into the padded tabletop as you fuck me hard. And both of us watching in the mirrors. Our sweaty escort bahçelievler bodies pumping in rhythm.

I’m in there today by myself for some ab work after working up a sweat doing cardio. In between sets, I watch through the mirrors what little is going on out on the floor, and catch glimpses of you working out. Just the sight of you makes my pussy clench.

I finish a set and am resting; looking out the window opposite the door, and don’t see you come in – or lock the door. I turn back to start my next set and then notice you by the door filling your water bottle at the fountain.

Back to work…I get into a plank position, face down on my elbows with my feet far apart. I have my headphones in and am focused on my form. I don’t see you coming towards me until you’re literally on top of me. You’ve straddled me and have one hand firmly on my waist, pulling me into you. I freeze, not sure how to react, feeling like a small animal who has just been unexpectedly pinned.

The hand on mecidiyeköy eskort my waist moves up to cup my breast as your other hand pushes me down onto my knees. You pin my hips back against yours with a forceful movement.

You squeeze my hardening nipple between your fingers and a moan escapes my lips. Your fingers find their way under my bra and begin to roll my nipple.

My nipples are very sensitive and this stimulation will make me cum very quickly. Somehow, you sense this and don’t let up. I begin to buck and moan louder as I get closer to that threshold.

I can feel your cock getting hard through your thin workout pants and grind my hips into you. You start to thrust against me and pinch my nipple just a little harder.

Up and over I go, falling into that sweet release. I don’t realize how loud I have become and you clamp a hand over my mouth.

Now I’m really pinned – at the hips by one hand and the other at my mouth lets me know you’re not letting go any time soon.

You escort avcılar pull your pants down and release your hard cock. Pulling down my pants, you plunge your cock into my wet and waiting pussy.

It’s a damned good thing your hand is still over my mouth as I scream my surprise and pleasure. One of your fingers slips into my mouth and I suck and bite on it. Moaning and trying to breath around your hand covering my mouth.

I glance over at the door and don’t see anyone, but am anxious that someone will try to come into the room soon. This can’t last long; someone is bound to try to come in.

You know we don’t have much time before we get caught and pump me fast and hard, slamming your cock into me before pulling all the way out again. Again and again you thrust into me and let the intensity and urgency take over. My orgasm hasn’t let up; it’s one big, long sensation of incredible, wet pleasure. One last deep thrust and you fill me, groaning.

As your cock softens, you release your firm grip on my mouth, pull back to disengage and pull your pants up.

We’re both still catching our breath as you stand and walk towards the door. Just before you reach the door, you turn part way towards me, and I can see through the mirrors the grin on your face. Then you walk out the door.

Neither of us has spoken a word.

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I closed my eyes as I tried to block out the sounds of the argument coming from the next room. I heard a raised voice. That would be my roommate’s boyfriend… This was a heated one. It could have been a minute later or ten that I heard the front door slam. I knew what was coming next. I sat up and turned on my bedside lamp… waiting. Less than a minute later there it was, the unmistakable sound of sobbing. Slowly I got out of bed and went into the living room. I sat on the couch beside the curled up figure and placed my hand on a quivering shoulder. Immediately Stef turned and curled up on my lap and the sobbing turned to wails.

“Miiiiiiiiike!! Brian just broke up with meeeeeeee!!”

“I know honey, I know.”

I ran my fingers through the short blond tresses as watery blue eyes turned to look up at me.

Stef was a tiny little thing, standing at only 5’6″ and barely weighing 110 pounds. I was a giant at 6’3″ and almost 200 pounds. Stef and I had been best friends for almost all our lives. We had met at computer camp when we were just 8 years old. We had simply hit it off and had been inseparable ever since. Then three years ago when we had both just turned 19 we developed a social media app for a software competition. On a whim we teamed up with another friend, and tweaked our entry. We were the youngest competitors but the fiercest. We won the title that year and the rest, as they say, was history. We were just 22 but millionaires in our own rights. Being the computer geniuses that we were and rich to boot still did not take away from the fact that we were still human and still had feelings.

As I looked into Stef’s tear-filled eyes I swallowed the lump that rose in my throat at the pain I saw there. Stef deserved better than this.

“Babe, I thought Brian was the one. I thought he was going to last.”

Stef sniffled as a fresh set of tears began to fall.

“So did I. I gave him the best of me. I took him places, I showered him with gifts, I was everything I thought he wanted in bed, but…”

I wrapped my arms around the fatih escort heaving shoulders, feeling the tears soaking my t-shirt. We sat there just like that for a while. I knew what was coming but still I waited. This was a little game we played all the time. But I was never the one to initiate it.

Stef stirred in my arms.

“Mikey?”

“Yes babe?”

“Make me forget, please!”

I sighed, torn.

“Stef, we can’t keep doing this every time you break up with some guy.”

“It’s the last time Mikey, I promise. You make me feel so good.”

Slender arms reached up and wrapped around my neck. I knew I should say no. I knew I should have never come into the living room at all. I knew I should just go back to my room alone. All the reasons I shouldn’t tumbled through my head. But just before the soft lips touched mine the one reason I should trumped the opposition. Plainly and simply I loved Stef. Not just as a best friend but I really loved, romantically loved, want-to-spend-my-life-with-you loved Stef. It was my dirty little secret and it hurt me each time a new relationship developed. If the truth were to be told I had been scared that Brian would have been the one because it would have broken my heart.

I felt a soft wet tongue flick against my lips and sighed. Slowly I parted my lips and allowed entrance. A shiver went through me as our tongues met. It had been a long time since we had done this and I felt my groin tighten expectantly. I gripped the slight body tighter to me as I stood. Our tongues dueled urgently as our arousal began to take control. I couldn’t hide my erection as Stef’s legs wrapped tightly around my waist and the tight little ass ground against it. The muffled groan and gyrations had me moving to my bedroom quickly. We sank to the bed and got rid of our clothes in our haste to feel our naked bodies on each other. I wasted no time in finding all of Stef’s hot spots. I nibbled and sucked up a mark on a particular pulse point while my fingers pinched and rolled the bağcılar escort stiff and sensitive nipples. I was rewarded with strong hands gripping my stiff cock and jerking it up and down. Familiar fingers smeared the precum all over, brushing over the sensitive spot just below the mushroom head. I groaned at the sensation. Slowly I worked my way down until I found myself between the slender, creamy thighs. I skimmed my fingers lightly and smiled as Stef jerked in response. My fingers wandered further south until I found that tender spot. I circled with my thumb while I reached up with my hand. A hot tongue sucked on two fingers getting them wet. Slowly I pushed them in, biting my lip at the heat and tightness that met them. I lowered my mouth and began to nibble even as my fingers thrust in and out. I didn’t stop until I felt Stef begin to thrash above me.

I withdrew my fingers and reached over to the nightstand for a well lubricated condom. I sat up on my heels and sheathed myself before drawing Stef’s legs up and placing the slender ankles on my shoulders. I placed my cock where my fingers had been just moments before and slowly pushed in, giving the hot velvet channel time to adjust to my girth. I watched Stef’s face for any sign of pain or discomfort but saw only pleasure. The little sadist!

When I was fully seated I took a deep breath. It was so long since we had been like this I was afraid any sudden movement would put me on a path of no return and I wanted to last.

“Dammit Mikey move!”

I chuckled at the impatient tone.

“Your wish is my command babe.”

And move I did. I thrust in and out slowly, loving the feel of being gripped by the one I loved so much. Even though this was a rebound fuck I was going to make the most of it. I snapped and rolled my hips, pulling all the tricks out of the book. Stef thrashed and moaned underneath me like a bitch in heat. This just egged me on as I began to thrust and pound even harder. I rotated my hips and changed my angle, going deeper fındıkzade escort than before. I heard Stef cry out and knew I had really started hitting the spot.

I reached down and grabbed his leaking cock and began to jerk it in time with my thrusts. His precum flowed like a river and I couldn’t wait to taste his sweet juice that I knew would start shooting any minute now. I felt my balls begin to tighten. I reached down with my free hand and found a sensitive nipple. I twisted it sharply and felt Stef’s ass tighten around my cock.

“Oh shit Mikeyyyyyy!! You fuck me so good!!”

“Are you gonna cum for me babe?” I began to thrust even more forcefully as I jerked his cock even faster.

“Ohhhhhhh fuck!! Yes Mikey yes!!”

“Cum for me babe. Cum for me.”

I shuddered as I felt his cock begin to jerk in my grasp. That was all I needed. With just a few shallow thrusts I groaned loudly and filled the condom with my spunk. I brought my hand to my mouth and licked his salty sweet cum from my fingers. I raked my fingers down his still heaving torso and gathered the rest and brought it to my mouth. I leaned forward and our lips met. He sucked on my tongue gently, moaning as he tasted himself.

Slowly I pulled out of his body and rolled away. I padded to the bathroom to dispose of the condom and clean up. When I came back with a warm rag Stef was already dozing. Tenderly I cleaned him up before slipping into the bed behind him. I pulled the sheet up to our shoulders as he spooned his body into mine, his firm little ass curving into my groin. I pulled his head back to rest on my bicep as my hand found its familiar spot on his stomach. I kissed his cheek softly and he sighed dreamily.

“I love you Mikey.”

I kissed the back of his neck.

“I love you Stef.”

~~~

Steffan’s POV

I lay awake for just a little longer, listening to the gentle breathing of my best friend as he slept. A tiny smile curved my lips as my body tingled. No matter how many lovers I had there was none that could compare to my Mike. I brushed my lips across his forearm and snuggled deeper into his embrace. I wondered when we would stop playing this game. I wondered how many more ‘boyfriends’ I would have to pretend to have and break up with before the big lug claimed me as his own…

The end

~~~

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Begrudgingly, I walk toward the door of the house, crossing the plush lawn as I step from stepping stone to stepping stone up the winding path. I pat at my camera in the bag slung over my shoulder out of habit as I near the door, reminding myself of my purpose for being here.

My name is James, and I am not what you might call “popular.” In fact, my only saving grace is my relative success with a soccer ball; otherwise, I would be socially useless. My passion is photography, which has granted me access to the world of high school yearbook, and it is because of this pastime that I am now walking toward a house full of the popular kids on a Friday night.

As I reach the door, someone abruptly opens it, running out with her face in her hands. She’s sobbing and dashing toward the pool of cars parked haphazardly at the end of the dead end road. The music filters out of the door, assaulting my ears and distracting me from my internal debate of whether it would be inappropriate to photograph her. I am here, after all, to document the social lives of the pretty and the popular.

I walk in the door, nodding at the host who is serving drinks in red plastic cups, and pull out my camera. I feel like I should be wearing a cliche reporter’s hat with a “Media” tag on it. People look at the camera in my hand, not seeing me. I don’t know if they know why I’m there, but I soon get the feeling that they don’t really care. Sighing, I get ready to take some pictures and get out of here.

Sadly, this is my first party. Even sadder is that I wasn’t truly invited, nor does anyone actually want me here.

I wander through the house, stepping over and around people as I make my way toward the music. It’s coming from the living room where a mass of bodies moves like the ocean, a frenzy of hormonal teenagers dancing out their sexual frustrations. I hang back at the fringes against the staircase, snapping pictures of smiling beauties dancing, carefully avoiding the glasses of beer in their hands.

It is then that I notice her.

A curvy brunette girl is dancing near the speakers, her eyes closed and a half-smile on her face. She’s not dancing with anyone in particular, but I see that she hasn’t gone unnoticed. A few other sets of enthralled male eyes are on her, tracing her body with their minds in a way they would like to do with their hands. One even has the nerve to smoothly dance his way over to her. I imagine I am this boy.

I watch her carefully– how could I do anything else?– as she is absorbed in the ataköy escort music, running her hands up and down her body slowly then bringing them over her head as her hips swing to their own erotic beat. The music seems to be coming from her as she stays in her own world. I watch the change in her movements as she notices the boy next to her. She is slightly startled when her eyes open, her half-smile of self-contentment turns into a tentative smile that doesn’t reach her hazel eyes.

This boy leans down and whispers something in her ear, dancing close to her body in a sensual way. She smiles a true smile that adds a slight blush to her already rosy cheeks offered, no doubt, by the beer the kind host is serving. She alters her dance patterns to accommodate him, dancing in a way that very closely resembles sex. He runs his hand down her arm and rests it at her waist, pulling her closer into his body effortlessly as she brings a hand up around his neck. The song changes pace and drifts into a new one, the beat rhythmic and heavy.

Both of his hands are on her hips now as she gracefully and skillfully guides them. Her hands around his neck afford him a closeness that I can see is arousing him– and me. He leans down and kisses her neck, then her cheek, then pauses momentarily with his lips a fraction of an inch from hers, and she leans up into him. I can almost feel her lips on my own as I visually intrude on their kiss. I snap a picture, centering her body in the frame and his as only an accessory, careful to avoid being seen.

Their kiss breaks as she leans up and whispers something in his ear. Her grin is back as she says something that I wish I could hear. He smiles eagerly and nods, grabbing her hand and leading her out of the crowd and toward the stairs.

I busy myself taking pictures of people dancing as they glide past me, unnoticed by everyone else. They pass couples standing together on the stairs and head for the top.

My internal struggle begins again. Yet this time, I follow my subjects up the stairs.

I see them sitting together on a bay window seat at the end of the hall, intertwined by their legs and their tongues. Positioning myself in an inconspicuous place, I watch them. I see his hand run up her thigh and under the hem of her short skirt, lifting it slightly. I catch a glimpse of her underwear, taking a picture as his hand rises higher on her thigh. He kisses her neck as she bites her lip, eyes half closed. For a brief moment şişli escort I think she sees me as her expression changes momentarily then returns to the lust-filled look of desire.

She pushes on his shoulders, pushing him off of her slightly, then grabs his hand and stands, pulling him along behind her toward one of the bedroom doors. Disappointed, I take one more picture as they head into the room, with her pushing him in first, sad that I will no longer be able to watch this beautiful girl.

And then it happened.

As she turns to close the door, she looks into my eyes and winks at me, grinning slyly as she leaves the door ajar and returns to her soon-to-be lover. I replay the moment in my head in slow motion and everything around me goes silent. I look around me to see if she could have been looking at anyone else, but no.

I cautiously approach the door and see that the bed is clearly visible from my vantage point. I see them standing near the bed, stepping toward it awkwardly as they wrap themselves in each other. Clothes are peeled away while their mouths are still connected until they both fall naked onto the bed. His hard cock mirrors my own as I watch and capture crucial moments on film.

I watch as she lies on her back and he peppers kisses up her body, pausing to pay attention to her full breasts, pulling one hard nipple into his mouth and running his tongue along it. I notice that it shines with his saliva when he pulls his mouth away. He draws himself up, positioning his body over hers as he kisses her deeply on the lips. She runs her hands over his back as his cock slides into position at the entrance to her pussy.

A foreign sound draws my attention from the couple briefly, and I realize that a phone is ringing.

“Shit!” he exclaims, rushing toward his discarded jeans and reaching into the pocket to fish out a vibrating cell phone. He checks the caller ID and answers the phone, stuffing his body back into his clothing as he mouths the word “sorry” to my beautiful muse and leaves the room, rushing past me without even noticing me. Never before have I been so glad to be invisible.

A thoroughly confused look briefly replaces her look of lust, but it doesn’t last long. She looks at me and crooks her finger, beckoning me to join her in the room.

I don’t hesitate. I close the door behind me as I enter, not knowing what to do or say. I knew I wanted to come into the room. Beyond that… what now?

She looks at me bakırköy escort thoughtfully, then says, “I saw you watching us down there. On the dance floor, you know? Saw you take pictures of us. I liked it. I even saw you follow us up here to the window. Why did you follow us?”

I don’t know what I should say, so I choose the truth. “I wanted to take your picture, capture those forbidden moments. What they could lead to, what I wanted it to lead to. I was enthralled by you.”

Her grin deepens. “What it leads to, huh?” I nod as she positions herself on the bed, tossing her hair over her shoulder as she leans back on her elbows. I can’t help but to let me eyes wander over her naked body, appreciating the gentle curves as her chest narrows to a supple waist then flairs out again to a perfect hip. I feel myself harden more, to an uncomfortable degree. Wishing I could adjust myself, I instead change my stance by shifting my weight to the other foot.

She sits up and reaches her hand for me, pulling me to the edge of the bed. She takes my camera and lays it gently on the floor next to her clothes. Kneeling on the bed, she begins pulling my clothes off slowly, teasingly. A slight blush warms my cheeks as I stand naked before her, my fully erect cock very evidently displayed.

I kneel on the bed in front of her and she pulls me into a deep kiss. Tentative at first, it quickly gets heated as we lie back on the bed. I hold myself over her as he had done, kissing her deeply as she wraps her legs around my waist.

I slowly sink into her soaking wet pussy and feel the moan that escapes her throat and echoes into my mouth. I feel her hands on my back as her fingernails lightly graze my skin. I push into her with thrusts that are at first sporadic and quickly fall into a hard, fast rhythm. I feel the head of my cock smash into her and it sends waves of pleasure through my body. I thrust harder, feeling her reaction as well as seeing it in her face.

She bites her lip, closing her eyes periodically and moaning slightly. With every hard thrust, her moans get more insistent until she is soon clawing at my back and bucking her hips up to meet mine. Without warning, I feel her inner muscles clamp around my pounding cock as she moans loudly and arches her back up, eyes closed. The contractions around my cock as I’m still slamming into her bring me to my own climax as I spurt hot come into her pussy, muscles contracting and body thrusting of its own will.

I don’t realize my eyes are closed until I feel her reach up and kiss my cheek, then my mouth. Opening my eyes, I see a look of bliss etched across her beautiful face as she smiles up at me, one hand resting above her head.

Whispering, “Don’t move,” I reach down for my camera and snap one last picture: the picture of what bliss the private, forbidden moments have led to.

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CHAPTER TWO

The Picnic Meeting

Once upon a time there was this, couple that lived hundreds of miles apart. They wanted to meet if only for one day. It seemed as though they had been made to be together but for some unknown reason their paths never crossed before they were both already married with separate lives.

One day they met and seen they both had very common interests. This told them they should have met long ago. Several months passed as they grew to know one another. They finally decided to meet. They swore they would remain friends even if nothing ever happened between them. Just one day was all they wanted.

The day arrived and they went to a beautiful spot in the woods where a stream was there view. She had packed a picnic lunch for them. They spread the blanket out on a soft grassy spot where they could watch the water and enjoy their time together. In the basket, she packed all his favorite food. She also brought along a bottle of strawberry wine.

Before they could eat they lay on the blanket gazing into one another eyes, nature çapa escort took over, and they began to kiss deeply and passionately. As she began to undress him she caressed and kissed him starting at his neck and down his back. Over his shoulders and down his chest. She then lay him back and unfastened his jeans she pulled them off and took his undershorts off she continued to kiss him and caress him. She took his manhood into her mouth and suckled the rod as it grew hard in her mouth. She traced the edges with her tongue teasing it sending chills of excitement over her partner.

He lay there enjoying it wanting her. She then stroked it as she sucked on the erection before her. As she enjoyed herself she moved to lick and kiss his inner thighs moving slowly up his chest licking on the way. She reached his mouth and he took her and held her while planting a soft passionate kiss on her lips. His tongue entered her mouth and hers met with his. Oh the burning passion she felt. Her heart was beating so fast. She could feel the wetness aksaray escort growing along with the hot throbbing of her clitoris between her legs.

He then began to undress her by first removing the button down shirt she wore exposing her bare breasts. He began to kiss them and suckle the erect nipples while caressing her. He then slid down and removed the jeans she wore. He remained attentive to the breasts with his mouth and ran his hand down between her legs feeling the heat or her fiery passion. He let his fingers stop and plays inside her. Oh so wet and hot. He then kissed her starting at her lips and only stopping at her breasts to give her nipples a little nibble. Moving down her stomach then in between her legs. He licked the juices that flowed and ran his tongue deep into her. She was squirming and moaning with such ecstacy. Her back was arched and her eyes were closed enjoying the moment.

She then felt something cold running over her body. It was the wine. He poured the wine and licked it up as topkapı escort it sparkled on her body. The glistening of her breasts encouraged him to move to the mounds of flesh and suck the wine from them. He held her in his arms and moved him self on top and entered her with such force and passion she shuddered with excitement. He began by moving in and out slowly as the passion grew he moved faster and harder. She could feel him hot and hard inside her and it felt good. She could hardly control herself. She was going into such convulsions from the pleasure that erupted before knowing it she still begged for more. Moaning and groaning as the moment grew. She knew he too was getting close.

She moved to the topside as they remained joined and took over riding him in such frenzy with her back arched and her head lay back. He caressed her breasts as she rode him faster and faster. He moved to hold on to her buttocks and moved her up and down on his member harder and faster and harder and faster until the feeling over took him and he exploded into her. She could feel the warmth of his cum.

As they slowed down and gazed at one another with exhaustion they could not imagine how life had cheated them from knowing such great love and passion. They just lay there holding one another for a very long time. Not saying a word because their hearts did all the talking and words were not needed.

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For many years I was a manager of several apartment complexes. The basic facts of story below were told to me by one of my most experienced maintenance men. Whether it is true or not is of no interest to me. I loved hearing about it from the source. Naturally I have “fleshed” out the plot and action making the event more plausible.

The maintenance man for an aging apartment complex was kept busy most days, answering calls for disposals that don’t work, air conditioners that don’t cool, drains plugged up, you name it. Freddie Murphy had worked in this complex for nearly eight years. He knew most of the tenants by name and everyone liked and knew “Murph.” Although a number of apartments were occupied by single women, Murph the bachelor was careful not to get sidetracked by the number of “offers” that came his way. When he got a call from the office that Mildred Webber’s kitchen drain was leaking, he just assumed it was another routine job and headed to apartment 45D at 8:00 AM. He knocked on the door and when it opened he was more than a little surprised. Mildred Webber was dressed in a nearly transparent night shirt, fluffy slippers and her hair was messed up as though she had just crawled out of bed.

Mildred was a rather shy person, not very attractive by most standards. Barely five feet tall, mousey looking hair and sad eyes, she attracted little attention. No one ever saw her in the company of a man and she had virtually no visitors. For sure none would have thought that beneath that calm exterior there lurked a predatory sexual animal. Even so when a handsome young repairman came to her door with a sack taksim escort full of tools, she was totally unprepared. She seemed shocked at first and was obviously unaware that she was naked under her gown.

She said, “I didn’t think you were coming so early. I’m sorry, I’m not used to a man coming to my door but I know who you are so come on in.” Murph followed her into the kitchen where she tried to open the cabinet door under the sink. It was stuck and she bent over to pull on it. Murph did not miss the chance to gaze at a perfect pink bubble butt.

“See, the sink is dripping every time I run water,” she complained. Murph looked under the sink and saw that the P trap was old and rusty. He said, “I’ll have to replace the P trap. This is an old original one. I’ll have to crawl under the sink and try to get the main nut off without ruining the sink.”

He crawled on his back, half in and half out of the cabinet and inspected the old P trap. He was suddenly aware that Mildred was squatting down and watching him. The top of her night gown fell open and by just glancing over his chest he could see two marvelous round tits peeking out at him. Murph tried to redirect his concentration.

“Mildred, there is a large blue slip wrench in my tool kit. It has a blue handle. Could you hand it to me?”

She reached into his tool kit and pulled out the wrench. She straddled his legs and handed him the wrench. She squatted with her hands on her knees and was now staring at the maintenance man as he tried to loosen the main nut. Several tries later he cussed. The trap beyoğlu escort was so old and rusty that there was a danger the sink would be ruined if he put too much pressure on the nut.

Mildred leaned forward and said, “Is there anything I can do to help?”

“Well, said Murph, you could hold the blue wrench to keep it from turning while I try to get the nut loose and get it off.”

She inched forward and reached in a little further and held the wrench. Murph began to work on the main nut. His wrench slipped.

“Damn it!” he said. Then he realized that by Mildred’s squatting on his middle with her knees bent up, her night gown had slid back and he had a perfect view of a soft, fuzzy pussy. Worse, it rested right on the crotch of his jeans, right on his cock. He shook his head, trying to get that image out of his mind and he tried to twist the nut once more. Mildred’s pussy was now rubbing on his crotch and his cock was stiffening. Murph tugged and tugged on the nut and, as if on cue, Mildred began to rock forward and back on his fly in rhythm with his efforts. Although Murph could not see her face the way he was lying, if he could have seen her he would have seen raw lust in her eyes. Neither said a word. Mildred reached down and opened Murph’s pants. His efforts stopped. His voice cracked with surprise and he said, “Mildred, what the Hell are you doing?” She said nothing. Her hand slid into his shorts and she grasped his now slippery cock. Murph said, “We should not be doing this, it’s strictly against the rules.” Half in and half out of the cabinet, beşiktaş escort there was little he could do to stop her. His elbows were stuck in the maze of old plumbing parts under the sink. She placed his rigid cock right at the entrance to her cunt and slid forward then back again as the fat cock slid easily into her pussy and she began to rock back and forth. Mildred leaned forward and placed her hands on Murph’s shoulders and lowered her head under the sink cabinet. She thrusted and grunted for several minutes and then with a loud moan Murph unloaded a huge amount of cum in Mildred’s cunt. Balancing on one arm, she reached between her legs and rubbed her clit. Her breathing increased and grew louder. Finally she cried out with an orgasm of her own. She lay on Murph’s chest, breathing heavily. Trying his best to regain his composure, Murph said, “I think we should try to get the nut off once more.”

Still connected the two of them worked their combined wrenches and suddenly the nut came loose and the old P trap fell on Mildred’s head. They both had a good laugh. Mildred slithered backwards out of the cabinet, leaving Murph’s slimey cock wilting. She grabbed a dish towel that hung on the inside of the cabinet door and wiped up the sticky mess that puddled on Murph’s abdomen. She rubbed his cock a little and then bent over and took it into her mouth. Murph moaned, “Not again baby, I can’t do it twice like that.” She continued sucking on him and his cock began to stiffen once more. Mildred increased her speed and pressure and soon a small amount of cum squirted on her tongue. By now Murph was nearly in a coma. He just lay there under the sink wondering what was coming next. Murph eventually regained his senses and installed the new P trap. As he packed up his tools Mildred said, “Thank you for fixing the leak. Next time you need to get your nut off, just give me a call.” He smiled and kissed her on the cheek and staggered down to his truck.

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Dedicated to RC who will never leave my heart!

My boyfriend and I have a rather unorthodox relationship. You see we don’t get to see each other very often and I think that might be part of the reason we have lasted this long! The distance is keeping our lust for each other burning white-hot even while it makes frequent sex impossible.

I knew the night we met that he was out of my league. He is 5 feet 11 inches of gorgeous man. He has salt and pepper hair, blue eyes, a body a lot of guys envy, and a butt you could bounce a quarter off of. His voice is deep and a little smoke roughened from the cigars he treats himself to a few times a day. You can tell by looking at him that he is intelligent and that nothing gets past him. And don’t let his hair fool you, he has the heart and mind of a twenty year old combined with the wisdom he’s gained over 50 years of life. When we go out he catches the eye of every woman we see whether she’s 20 or 60. And that’s without him ever saying a word. Let me tell you, when he speaks, it’ll make you melt.

Me? Well, I’m a 5’8” brunette who learned a long time ago that average girls like me have to go further to prove we’re good enough to run with the big dogs. Nick is definitely a big dog and he makes me sit up and beg with the best of em. Of the things we have in common, one interest stands out above the rest. Sex, sex, and more sex!

Nick learned in high school that the way to a girl’s heart was through her pussy. He knows just where to touch and when. He knows when to be rough and when to be gentle. He can take it easy or bring me to a blinding climax that leaves me gasping for breath and wondering if he’s the devil incarnate with all he can do with his fingers, tongue, lips and cock. His cock? Well, I’d guess it’s 6 1/2 inches long and a couple of inches around – thick and meaty, just the way I like em.

We tried to start our relationship off slow but it was impossible. The heat between us was palpable. Thinking about him made my nipples hard. My stomach fluttered and my pussy muscles clenched with desire. By the time he arrived to pick me up, I had to change my panties due to the moisture thoughts of sex with him brought out. Sometimes we’d go out and enjoy ourselves before returning to my place for sex. Other times we intended to go out but one look at my nipples poking up against my shirt was enough to make him decide to stay in. As little as one kiss could spark a night of passion that would make you ache to be included. Even now, thinking about him has me so turned on my panties are literally getting damp from the juices that thoughts of him make flow.

Can we sustain that level of excitement through the long haul? Who knows? Right mecidiyeköy escort now I’m still basking in the glow of the great sex we had last night by telephone. I know what you’re thinking. Phone sex? How can phone sex be as good as the real thing? Oh darlin, don’t knock it until you’ve tried it! Shall I tell you about it?

The first time occurred at the end of a perfectly ordinary day. A day that held work and shopping and laundry and all the other ordinary things ordinary people do to keep their lives running smoothly. When the telephone rang I didn’t realize that I was about to take a sensual journey the likes of which I had never contemplated before.

We talked about the weather and about our day and then, inevitably, we talked about how much we missed each other. I like to be comfortable while I talk so I lay down across my bed. And then Nick went a step further. He started to tell me how we would kiss if we were together. I closed my eyes and let my hand fall to my breast. His voice dropped even lower. He described every nibble his lips and teeth would take against mine. He talked about how our breath would feel hot against the other. He described every brush of his lips and tongue on the side of my neck. His voice was hypnotic and before I could think I started telling him what I wanted to do to him.

I told him how his lips on my neck make my body quiver. I described the path my lips would take from his down his neck to his collarbone. I told him how my fingers would unbutton his shirt and how I would lick each piece of exposed flesh. I described the scrape of my fingernails across his skin as I pushed his shirt off. Then he asked what I was really wearing. Cliché I know, but it had a purpose.

His next words melted my soul. I was wearing a purple, satin nightgown that stopped at my thighs. He described his hands touching my breasts through the gown. He talked about pinching my nipples the way he knows I like them pinched. And then, when they were already erect from the imagery of his words, he described his mouth closing over one turgid peak. I moaned into the phone and my hand had no will of its own. It pinched and pulled on the twin points hiding under my nightie. I felt my pussy lips swell and my clit got instantly hard. He told me about the wet spots his mouth would leave on the fabric over my breasts.

I told him how my lips would close over one of the hard brown nipples on his chest. I would let my teeth scrape across it before I soothed it with my hot, wet kisses. I would take each one into the warm, moist recesses of my mouth and suck on them until he was gasping for breath. He groaned into the etiler escort phone. I described letting my lips glide down over his stomach to the snap at his jeans. Then I told of how I would use my hands to pop it loose and unzip them. I wouldn’t release his cock but it was there, hard, pushing against the open zipper.

Our breathing was getting faster as we each tried to say the things we knew would elicit gasps or breathy moans from the other. He told of the path his hands would take as they ran over my stomach and down between my legs to slowly lift the gown up to expose my sex. I let my own hand tug my nightie up and I heard the unmistakable sound of a zipper being lowered. I gave a throaty laugh of sheer delight as I realized that he was really imagining me there with him. Is there anything more erotic than the concrete knowledge that you have excited someone to the point their clothes can no longer contain them?

My clit was hard as a button and I described how it must look poking out from under its cover looking for his fingers or his lips, begging for something to stroke it. I literally hadn’t felt like this in years. In fact, I don’t ever remember being that turned on by any person anywhere at any time in my life.

He told of how his fingers would trail over my thighs to the warm crevice hiding that little treasure. He talked about the feel of his thumb above it, rubbing just the way I like. I talked of how I wanted to lick the pre-cum from the swollen head of his cock. Then he started to describe the way it was dripping in his pants so he had to release it. He talked about how swollen it was knowing how much that word turns me on. He described the color and the slickness of it as he stroked his hand up and down the length of it. Then he told me I was making him jack off like a teenager. Oh God! I wanted him inside me, pushing against my womb as he forced the entire length of his rock hard cock into me over and over again.

And then, incredibly, I heard the most sensuous sound. It was the sound of something wet being rubbed very quickly and I knew he really was stroking that big, thick cock I love so much. I pulled my vibrator from the stand beside my bed and without any preliminaries at all, I thrust it as far inside me as it would go. Immediately he heard the wet sucking sounds my pussy was making as I thrust it in and out, over and over again imagining it was him. I described pulling his pants down with my teeth and squeezing his ass. I told him I wanted to rake my fingernails over his ass and pull his cheeks apart. I wanted to kiss him and lick him and just when he thought I was done I told him I wanted to ram my kağıthane escort tongue in that sweet, tight little asshole of his.

There was no mistaking the sounds coming from either end of the phone now. My vibrator was set to low and it was buried to the hilt in my hot, wet little cunt. He talked about pulling the skin back above my clit and licking me hard and fast, then slow and gently, then fast again. I told him I wanted to lick the skin in between his ass and his balls. I wanted to take both of them into my mouth and kiss and lick them. Then I want to lick the underside of his cock continuing up all the way out to the head. I want to treat it like a popsicle and lick it all over. I want the head swollen and hot against my lips and against my neck and my tits.

He told me he was going to push two fingers deep inside me and work them around while I lay there and moaned. He groaned when I told him I wanted to suck on his cock until I felt him grab my head. I described wanting him to pull on my hair so my head would be in the perfect position for him to ram that cock of his down my throat. He described every move his fingers and lips would make dancing over my clit and rubbing around inside my hole. I begged him to fuck me hard. I could feel my climax building as I told him how I want him to fuck my face until he cums. He said no. He wanted to be inside me. He said he wouldn’t cum until he threw me down on the bed and rubbed the head of his cock over my clit so I could feel the slickness of our combined desire.

He described teasing me until I have no choice but to beg him to fuck me. I wanted to feel his cock throb against my pussy until neither of us could stand it. I was so close and I recognized the tightness in his voice when he said he wanted to shove my legs up and ram his big cock all the way inside me. And then I felt it beginning. That incredible feeling that starts in your toes and travels up your calves to your thighs. It’s a trembling that won’t stop. It is inside you and then it flowers outward. And as he described wanting to be so far inside me that it hurts I screamed with the sheer pleasure of the orgasm ripping through me.

He called me names that were viscerally sexy as he continued to jerk on his cock. I begged him not to stop. I whimpered and pleaded with him to keep fucking me as I continued to cum, flooding my hand where it rubbed against my clit. I told him I wanted him to fuck me until we were both screaming loud enough for the neighbors to hear. I heard his moan and the catch in his breath as that first eruption of semen shot out of the swollen head of his angry red cock. I whispered nasty names to him as he shot creamy strand after creamy strand of his hot, thick seed all over his chest and stomach. I listened to the most incredibly sexy sounds coming from him as he came. We have had phone sex many times since then, but that first time nearly blew my mind. It was the most incredible experience of my life and it left me with the knowledge that where he is concerned, I will always want more.

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“Wake up! Wake up! Wake up!” Cara’s voice shrilled loudly. She’d recorded this ringtone a few months ago so I was forced to get up every time she called me.

“Whyyyyyy?” I groaned as I answered.

“Hey get your ass up we’ve got breakfast,” she chirped.

“Fuuuck fine I’ll be over in fifteen,” I huffed.

“Make it ten,” she laughed before hanging up.

I groaned and stretched my arms as I got out of bed. I felt sluggish, but the promise of a yummy breakfast was pushing me along. I decided to not put any effort into my appearance so I kept on my grey tank top. It was a crop tank top with a plunging neck line and side cut outs that showed off a decent amount of side boob. I did however switch out my sleep shorts for a thong and a pair of skin tight leggings. I threw my hair into a messy bun and brushed my teeth before applying a little makeup. I never used much I had a natural beauty that made it so makeup wasn’t needed. Some people had told me I looked a lot like Annalynne McCord from that weird teen show about rich assholes.

As I walked out into the living room I rolled my eyes at my strung out mother passed out on the couch. There was a pile of pills and a needle laying next to her and I couldn’t help but want to strangle her. She was honestly such an idiot, one of these days she was going to kill herself and it’d be no ones fault but her own. Before I left I slipped on a pair of black ankle boots and Cara’s brothers leather jacket that he’d left. I drug my feet across the street to their trailer and let myself in when I got there.

“That was eleven minutes bitch!” Cara called from the kitchen.

“Fuck off!” I yelled back.

“Watch your mouth Ainsley,” Camden joked as I plopped down at the table.

“Shut up Cam,” I grinned.

“Hey that’s my jacket,” Camden pouted.

“Sucks to be you then,” I smirked.

“Dude got enough cleavage?” Cara teased as she sat a plate of pancakes, bacon, and eggs in front of me.

“Jealous much?” I smirked.

“Nope cause you are totally getting detention today,” she said rolling her eyes amused.

“So you guys actually going to school today for once?” Camden asked.

Even though Cara and Camden were twins they weren’t alike at all. Cara was a rule breaker through and through. Sure Camden had that bad boy persona, but he still cared about school and he was the quarterback of the foot ball team. He was going places and we all knew it. Cara and I on the other hand would be lucky to get out of this hell hole. I had a pretty good GPA, and I wasn’t an idiot, but there was no way I was getting into college. Even if I did I couldn’t afford it and I didn’t play a sport so my chances at a scholarship were abysmal.

“No idea yet,” Cara shrugged.

“How about all three of us skip and just chill here and smoke,” I suggested.

“You are such a bad influence Ains,” Camden grumbled.

“No one is forcing you to skip school,” I rolled my eyes.

“I don’t particularly want to smoke, but we should totally just chill today I mean today is pointless anyway because tomorrow holiday break starts,” Cara shrugged. Plus we were all eighteen so even if we skipped school there was nothing the school could do to stop us. I could literally call myself out for some bull shit reason and they couldn’t say shit.

“That’s true, fine I’ll stay,” Camden sighed.

“Don’t sound so put out,” I teased.

“Finish eating dip shit so we can go light one up,” Camden rolled his eyes. I started shoveling food down my mouth and Cara made a comment about how lady like I was. When I finished I took Camden and my plates to the sink.

“Alright I’m going to watch some soaps while you stoners bake,” Cara said sticking out her tongue as she plopped down on the couch.

I followed Camden to his room admiring his cute butt along the way. Camden was seriously attractive with his sandy blonde hair, seafoam green eyes, and a ridiculously muscled body. He was super tall and had chiseled looks that would some day win him a modeling contract when he went pro with football.

“Hurry it up Cheech,” I teased sitting down on his bed. I shimmied out of his jacket and tossed it to the side.

“You can take off the rest of your clothes to if you want,” he winked.

“Don’t tempt me,” I said laying back. Camden and I were no strangers to what the other looked like naked. Ever since the night of my eighteenth birthday we had been hooking up constantly. Cara had no idea and we both wanted to keep it that way.

“You are such a tease,” he said lighting up a joint and laying back next to me.

“I’m no tease we both know if your sister wasn’t in the other room neither of us would be clothed right now,” I rolled my eyes.

“True,” Camden said leaning over and blowing a cloud of smoke in my face. His lips captured mine and I lightly bit his lip.

“Mmm,” I moaned as his free hand slid under my top and played with my nipples.

“All I have to do is turn on some music and you can moan all you want while I fuck escort merter you,” he growled as I pulled my top completely off for him.

I didn’t want Cara to catch me with her brother, but I was extremely horny and Camden and his monster cock were so tempting.

“Fine,” I huffed. Camden got up and put out the joint in his ashtray before turning on some random rock music he was into. I quickly shimmied out of my leggings and thong leaving myself completely exposed.

“Fuck your body is incredible,” he groaned as he shed his clothing as well and crawled over me.

I bit my lip at the sight of his already rock hard member.

“Fuck me already,” I growled wrapping my legs around his waist.

Camden chuckled and I gasped as I felt the tip of his cock enter me. I was still trying to get used to his size so as his thick cock pushed inside of me there was a slight amount of pain.

We moved slowly together building a rhythm and a deep penetration that had me gasping and moaning. I lifted my hips to meet his and with each thrust we moved faster and harder.

“Oh fuck Cam oh yeah right there,” I whimpered as his cock hit at just the right spot.

“That’s right baby tell me how much you want my cock,” he grunted as he thrust deep inside me.

My hips lifted to meet his and I knew with the intense fucking he was giving me I wouldn’t last much longer. Normally we let the pleasure build slow until we both came in an intense and mind blowing fashion, but today we didn’t have that luxury. Today was about our need for a little release and trying to get said release before we were caught. It was all primal need and it was hard and fast fucking that had me screaming his name.

“Fuck your cock feels so good, I’m going to cum,” I cried out.

I raked my fingernails down his back as I came and he began thrusting in and out of me at an intense speed. When he came he barely had enough time to pull out before he sprayed his load on my thighs.

“Here babe,” he said grabbing a random shirt of his and wiping my thighs clean.

“Thanks,” I giggled.

“You can thank me by staying naked,” he winked as he pulled on a pair of boxers.

“You’re just lucky I prefer to be naked,” I said sticking my tongue out at him.

“You’re so damn sexy,” he said grabbing the joint again and relighting it. I pulled on my tiny lace thong before taking the joint from him and taking a puff.

“Camden you don’t need to compliment me, I like fucking you even if you don’t kiss my ass,” I teased.

“That’s good to know, but I’m serious Ains…. you are the perfect girl,” he said kissing me before taking a puff of his own.

“I’m not perfect,” I frowned. If I was then I wouldn’t be breaking a best friend rule by fucking her brother. I turned down the music and took a step away from Cam.

That’s when we heard the sirens and I had a sinking feeling in my stomach.

“Those sound close,” Camden frowned and walked over to his window. I followed behind him and fought nausea as I took in the horde of cops that had descended on my house.

“Hey Ainsley you should—-,” Cara said as she opened Cam’s door and then fell short.

“Oh come the fuck on!” she yelled as she saw our half naked state.

“What’s going on?” I asked as I scrambled to put on my clothes. I couldn’t even care about her catching me with Cam right now I was too worried about what was happening across the street.

“I don’t know, but you should leave and go find out,” Cara said with an extremely hurt expression on her face. I pulled on my leggings and my tank top lightning fast.

“I’m sorry Cara,” I said before rushing out of the room. I didn’t even bother putting on my shoes before I sprinted across the street. I ran past the cops yelling for me to stop and up the steps into the living room. There was a gurney and on it was a body bag.

Numbly I walked over and pulled down zipper revealing my mom’s pale blonde hair and then her pale lifeless face. Her makeup was smeared and there was vomit in her hair, but she looked almost peaceful.

“Mom,” I whimpered. A random cop grabbed me then his arms wrapping around my waist as he dragged me out of the house.

“Get off of me!” I screamed as I fought against him.

“Mom! Mom!” I screamed at the top of my lungs.

“You need to calm down!” he huffed as he set me down in the middle of the yard.

I swung at the cop wanting to hurt anyone or anything. He easily ducked my punch and instead of cuffing me he pulled me into a hug and I broke down. I sobbed into his shoulder as I watched them wheel my mother out of the house and lift her into the ambulance. It wasn’t that I was upset, she had never been a real mother to me ever, but I was angry. I was angry that she could be so stupid, I was angry that I’d been left behind by yet another parent, and I was angry that my entire world was going to change. It was not sad tears I cried, it was angry and frustrated tears.

“Calm down Ainsley,” the cop said taksim escort bayan rubbing my back in gentle circles. That’s when I leaned back and realized that I recognized him.

“Reid?” I asked as I tried to calm myself. Reid Weston was a friend I hadn’t seen in a few years since he graduated. I hadn’t even realized he stayed in town, but we hadn’t been that close anyways.

“Hey kid, do I need to keep restraining you or are you good?” he asked already releasing me.

“I’m sorry,” I frowned.

“Don’t worry about it.”

“What happened?” I asked hesitantly.

“Are you sure you want to know right now?” he asked.

“Yes,” I assured him.

“From what we can gather it seems she overdosed sometime last night…. there will be an autopsy to be sure, but we’re pretty sure that’s what occurred,” Reid said in a professional tone.

That means that when I thought she was passed out this morning she was actually dead. I felt sick to my stomach and I had to fight the urge to empty out my breakfast onto the lawn.

“We called your grandmother and informed her, but seeing as you’re eighteen now you will have to decide on the burial arrangements,” he continued.

“Okay,” I nodded and then gave him a confused look, “I don’t have a grandmother… my mom’s parents are dead.”

“According to our records your mom listed her emergency contact as Evelyn Atwood… her mother.”

“I have no idea who that is,” I frowned.

“Well she is on her way here, but do you have anyone you can stay with?” he asked concerned.

“No not anymore” I said glancing across the street. Cam and Cara were watching from across the street with worried expressions. Cara looked pissed and worried, but still pissed.

“Who found her?” I asked pulling my gaze away from them.

“Charlie Vincent… he said he was your mom’s boyfriend.”

Charlie Vincent was her boyfriend in a sense, but he was also her dealer. I was surprised he actually called 911 for her seeing as the drugs that killed her were undoubtedly his.

“Yeah he was,” I sighed, “so this Evelyn Atwood where is she coming from?”

“I believe the address listed was over in Crestwood,” Reid said in an unsure tone.

Crestwood was a town exclusively for the rich and someone like me definitely didn’t have family there so he had to be wrong. That town was filled with old families that had old money and you couldn’t even step foot there unless you had at least ten mill in the bank. It was only a two hour drive away, but it might as well have been a world away.

Reid stayed by my side until the ambulance left and the cops began to clear out. “Take care of yourself Ainsley,” Reid said before getting into his police cruiser and driving away. As soon as he pulled away Camden came rushing over and pulled me into his arms.

“I’m so sorry Ains,” he murmured as he brushed my hair back and kissed me softly.

“It’s fine, I’m fine,” I said watching as Cara frowned in our direction before heading inside.

“If you need a place to stay or anything we’re here for you okay?” Camden assured me.

“Yeah I don’t think Cara would agree with that, but thanks,” I smiled up at him. I felt numb and I couldn’t process anything. Eventually I knew I’d break and the fact that I had lost my mother and my best friend all in one day would come crashing down on me. For now though I was content to not feel anything.

Camden pulled me inside and sat me down at the dining room table. He grabbed me a beer from the fridge and cracked the top for me. I took a big gulp as I glanced over to the couch where my mom had died.

“So she overdosed?” he asked lifting me up and sitting me on his lap.

“Yeah apparently…. what’s fucked up is this morning when I saw her… she was already dead,” I shuddered and took another big gulp of beer.

“Don’t think about that Ains,” he sighed holding me tightly.

“They said I had a grandmother.”

“Oh yeah? Well that’s good sweet heart,” Camden smiled sweetly.

“According to Reid she’s from Crestwood,” I laughed.

“That’d be bad ass if it was true.”

“I’m sure he messed up there is no way my trashy mother grew up there,” I rolled my eyes.

“You never know,” he shrugged.

“Well apparently she’s on her way here now.”

“Maybe she’ll pull up in a limbo with hundred dollar bills flying out of the sun roof,” he teased.

“Sorry to disappoint, I just brought the town car today,” an unfamiliar voice said.

The two of us stared wide eyed at the woman standing in my doorway. She had dark ebony hair with a few grays, aging but still beautiful skin, and deep blue eyes similar to my own. She was dressed in a ruffled blouse and a black pencil skirt that went past her knees.

“Are you Evelyn?” I asked.

“Yes I am your grandmother,” she nodded. She put off a stand offish vibe that reminded me of my own defense system when meeting new people.

“Did you even know she had a kid?” I said standing up from escort şirinevler Camden’s lap.

“I did, she left with you when you were barely a year old,” she said glancing around my trashed trailer. It was no castle before the cops had been here and it was even worse now that they had been.

“Did you know my father?”

“Yes.”

I braced myself before asking, “is he still alive?”

Evelyn gave me a heart broken look and that was all I needed to know. “No he died shortly after you were born… your mother never told you?”

“No she said he was a dead beat who left her pregnant and alone,” I said gritting my teeth. This was just yet another lie my mother had told me.

“Are you still in school?” Evelyn asked changing the subject. I could tell she was uncomfortable with talking about my mom and dad so I didn’t mind.

“Yes I have about five months left of my senior year.”

“Well we should talk about things…. alone,” she said gesturing in Camden’s direction.

“Don’t worry I can take a hint,” Camden laughed.

“You don’t have to leave Cam,” I grabbed his arm halting him.

“It’s fine babe, call me later,” he said kissing me on the forehead before making his exit.

“What is it we need to talk about?”

“Well your living arrangements obviously,” she huffed.

“I’m perfectly content with where I live,” I glared.

“Don’t lie to me,” she rolled her eyes reminding me scarily of myself.

“You don’t need to worry about me, you haven’t been around my entire life and I’m legally an adult now so you aren’t obligated to give a shit,” I rolled my eyes right back.

“I had no idea whether you two were alive or dead until the policemen called me first of all and second of all I won’t have my granddaughter and Christina’s only living heir staying in a hovel,” she yelled.

“This is my home, not a hovel,” I clenched my fists.

“This is not a suitable home for an Atwood, and I’m guessing you don’t have a job do you?”

“No, but I’ll get one.”

“You don’t have to, your father left you quite a large inheritance as did your mother,” she informed me.

“My mother had no money and I don’t want anything from you…. rich people only give with strings attached,”

“The only string attached is finishing your school year at Crestwood then the money and everything is yours,” she said in a no nonsense manner.

I sized her up and tried to decide if we she was for real or not.

“Fine,” I sighed. I wasn’t a greedy person, but the prospect of having the money to finally live the life I wanted was too good to pass up. I could go to a good college, I could get out of this town… I had a future. It was scary, but it also gave me a little hope.

“Good, go pack what you need we leave in a half hour,” she declared.

That was the moment my entire life changed. For better or for worse I wasn’t sure yet, but it was a change and it was what I needed.

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When we got to Crestwood we drove past the upper middle class part of the town and drove deep into filthy rich territory. We passed house after house until we finally reached a large black gate and a big stone wall that encircled the property. We were buzzed in and the driver drove down a short stretch of road until we reached a big circular drive way with a large fountain in the center. I tried not to roll my eyes as I looked up at the large mansion looming over us. You’d think a four story house that looked about the size of a school would be a little over kill, but hell it was Crestwood over kill was the way of life. As we got out of the car I heard the sound of crashing waves and I stifled a small smile, I really loved the ocean, but I still hated this town.

I followed Evelyn into her ridiculous mansion and into a rich person version of a living room. There was about ten people sitting and standing around. When we entered however all eyes were on me and I felt slightly self conscious. I was still wearing my skin tight leggings and skimpy crop top while all of these people were dressed like they were heading to a fancy dinner.

I’m introduced to each strange person in turn. My Uncle Greg his wife Jessica, Aunt Lilly and her husband Jeffery, cousin Will and his wife Jane. Greg and Jessica’s sons Tyson and Landon and Lilly and Jeffery’s son Nicholas. Tyson and Landon both had their father’s dark brown hair, but their mother’s light brown eyes, and they had their father’s strong rectangular jaw, but their mother’s cheekbones and lips. Nicholas was an inch or so shorter and his hair was longer and tousled while Landon had short spiky hair. Nicholas was tall and built like his dad with dirty blonde hair, he had his mom’s deep blue eyes that also matched Evelyn’s he had a very angular jaw and his hair like Landon’s was short and spiky. Tyson and Landon had both newly turned eighteen, Nicholas was nineteen and in college.

“You look exactly like your mom,” Aunt Lilly said fighting tears.

“Okay,” I shrugged unsure of what else to say.

“Boys will you show Ainsley to the guest house, I need to talk to your parents,” Evelyn said shooing the four of us away. On the ride here her and I had agreed that me living in the guest house would be an easier transition for the both of us.

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We headed to Vegas for my girl’s 30th birthday. I was the only single lady there, and I wanted to have a little fun away from the girls. The first two nights were a fail, as we didn’t see any decent looking men at any of the clubs we visited. So I saved my short dress for our last night in Vegas.

One of the girls got us into a really nice club, so we started drinking. My 6 inch heels were killing me, so I looked for a place to sit and rest. When I spotted a stool, I picked up my pace, only to be met by a man who was easily a foot taller than me. We reached the stool at the same time, and he backed off, as I sat down.

“I’ll let you have this spot, if you dance with me later.” he said with a smile.

“Sure, just let my feet rest and I’ll give you your dance.” I replied, not really interested in dancing with him.

I sat for about 15 minutes, and I had lost my friends in the crowd. My future dance partner caught my eye again, and he came over to my seat.

“You ready to dance?”

I wasn’t, but I didn’t want to sit and miss out on a good time. He extended his hand, and I let him lead me to the dance floor. We danced for a good hour before we got tired and went back to the stool where I had originally sat. Surprisingly it was empty. I sat down, and my dance partner stood next to me and made small talk. He said that he was in town for his 40th escort bayan şişli birthday, and that he was staying at the Monte Carlo. He was also from a town an hour away from me. I told him where I was staying, and I decided that I wanted to have my fun with him. He started touching my thighs, and moving his hand higher up my leg. My dress was extremely short, if I had to bend over, I would have mooned you. I let him work his hand up my thigh up until he reached my panty line. I then grabbed his hand and told him that I had to run to the restroom and asked him if we could finish our conversation in a few. He agreed, and I went to the restroom to slide my panties off, and into my clutch. When I walked back into the club, I noticed a curtain next to the bar. I pulled it back, and saw a little hallway. That was the perfect place to finish the conversation. I found my dance partner. And led him to the hiding spot.

We had danced and talked for a few minutes when I decided to put my back to him, and grind on his dick to the music. He put his hands around my waist and let me lead the way.

“You’re teasing me. And I love it.” he said, as I bent over a little bit, to let my dress rise up. He moved his hands lower, and rested them on my thighs. I felt him slip a hand under my dress, and grab my ass.

“You’re free to touch whatever you like.” I told him, giving him permission to slide his other escort topkapı hand under the front of my dress. I turned around, and lifted my right leg. He grabbed it and held it up. His other hand went directly to my wet pussy. He pushed me to the wall, and fingered me until I couldn’t take any more. He squeezed my clit and slid two fingers into my tight hole. I tried to put my leg down, but he tightened his grip, and continued to finger fuck me until I came. He kissed me as I came, to keep me from getting loud. He finally let my leg go, and I slid to the ground. He stood over me, and I looked up to see his huge dick sticking out of his pants. He was easily 9 inches, and almost as thick as a bottle of water. I licked my lips, and got on my knees to suck. I took him into my mouth almost halfway, and almost choked. But I began to use my hands, and I finally found my rhythm. He played in my hair, while I felt myself get wetter and wetter. He told me to suck him with no hands, so I reluctantly removed my hand and used it to rub my throbbing clit. He pushed my head down onto him, but I could only take 3/4ths of him into my mouth. I felt tears running down my face as he pushed me down onto him. I was determined to help him celebrate his birthday with a bang. I took him out of my mouth, and stood up.

“Are you going to take this pussy, or not?” I asked him. I backed up to lean on the wall, and lifted escort bayan mecidiyeköy up my dress so he could see what he was getting.

He grabbed his dick, and almost ran to me. I braced myself as he lifted my left leg, and positioned himself at the entrance to my throbbing pussy. He slid in slow, and covered my mouth to hide my moans. I had never had anything that size inside of me, but he was determined to make me take it all. He finally pushed the entire length of his cock inside of me, and my right leg left the floor. He held both of my legs up, and pounded me. He looked me in the eyes while he filled me up. He pulled out and slammed back into me, pushing me up the wall. I had never been this wet ever in my life. The feeling of possibly being caught, mixed with the fact that I met this man less than two hours ago brought me to orgasm quickly. I felt myself tighten up on his dick, and he sped up his pace. I asked him if I could suck the cum out of him, and his strokes got deeper. He moaned and dropped one of my legs. He pulled out of me and I fell to my knees and licked the head of his dick, just as his first stream of cum hit me on my cheek. I closed my mouth on the head, and felt several more streams coat the inside of my mouth. He grabbed my head as I sucked him off in the middle of his orgasm. When I finally felt him come to a stop, I stood up and straightened up my dress.

“This was my best birthday yet. Why don’t you give me your number, so we can do this again when we go home.”

I thought about his request, and decided that we needed to leave this in Vegas.

“Remember, what happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas? It applies here.” I smiled, and walked back out to find my friends waiting on me.

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Sakura sighed pensively as the train slowed to a stop at the station platform. Certainly the excitement that came from knowing she was about to experience a world beyond familiar flooded fields excited her but somehow the parting filled her with a foreboding she found hard to push aside. The Daimyo had accompanied her to the station, a great honor and at their final bow had pressed a small fortune in yen into her tiny hand.

“You must live as I would want you too sakura. Enjoy each moment to its fullest but never forget who you are.”

Sakura had wept. All she had ever loved and wanted stood before her but now simple circumstance and her need to further her education was forcing her away.

“I don t want to leave Daimyo.”

Raion had smiled at her in a way she found disconcerting. Certainly His face was full of kindness and understanding but also a tinge of some deeper thoughts were written on His lips.

“The world is much bigger than this place. You must see what will soon invade our simplicity to prepare yourself for the future. Yes you understand the technology, certainly you have the ability to grow, but I need you to see everything that threatens us before we are engulfed and suffocated by the cloud of change. Your journey is of vital importance. My eyes cannot fathom the sights and sounds you will behold. My mind cannot absorb the wonders that will be at your fingertips, you are My eyes and ears, My understanding. It is but a few months till you will return and when you do your new gained knowledge will hone My blades edge.”

She had watched Him walk away, never looking back, no hesitation, His black kimono outlined starkly against the white gravel path that led homeward to the dojo. His hair was grayer in the light and His frame somehow stouter than she remembered.

“So where are you headed?”

The question snapped her back into the present.

“College. I am going to Tokyo to college.”

Her questioner was about her own age, a tall impressively handsome boy with an air of overwhelming self-confidence.

“Going to the big city myself. Got a job at my uncle’s factory. Going to be a manager.”

Sakura smiled. She hadn’t much knowledge about the world of factories and finance but was certain the boy’s prospects had more to do with family connections than ability.

“I saw you with the Daimyo. Are you related?”

“I was lucky enough to be one of His pupils and He honored me by accompanying me to the train. He is a great and wise man.”

“Never met Him myself so can’t say anything to His wisdom. As for being great I imagine it’s not too hard taking a hereditary position.”

Sakura smiled politely enough but noted the tone of the conversation seemed to reinforce her first impressions. She had become used to two kinds of men, the older quiet controlled ones who had real power and authority and the boastful younger ones who thought they owned the world by right. This one was decidedly the later.

“Rather like becoming a manager in your uncle’s factory you mean?”

Sakura watched the boy’s face and was surprised to read no reaction. Perhaps his eyes darkened just a little but the fixed smile stayed the same.

“Very much so I would escort levent imagine. You are an astute girl.”

Sakura was embarrassed to feel her face flush a little. She had little doubt that the compliment was sarcasm but a compliment none the less. The boy intrigued her. Obviously he was a resident of her village but she had never seen him and she definitely would have remembered. He had that polished suaveness that made him worm easily into a girls mind and a face that was disarming to say the least. His clothes were western, but not the garish style of a criminal, or the frenzied compote of a fashion flowing buffoon. Well-tailored, expensive and yes appealing. Sakura hated and more importantly regretted the fact she liked him on site. He was trouble and she knew she was being charmed by a snake.

My name is Harinezumi Taneko by the way.”

Sakura wondered if she was meant to know him, he certainly looked as if the name was supposed to be familiar.

“Nice to meet you Harinezumi, I am Sakura, Sakura Shoda.”

“The rice dealers daughter?”

“Yes that’s right, I am surprised you have heard of my father.”

“Don’t be silly everyone in the province knows of Shoda Rice.”

Sakura knew she was being overtly flattered but even so found herself wanting to hide her mouth behind her hand and giggle. To do so would of course be far too obvious a sign of her feelings towards this preening boy for comfort. She felt slightly scared, somewhat embarrassed and noticeably aroused.

The train was extremely crowded. Rail time tables in the provinces are predictably exact but so infrequent that at times like this when so many students were all heading in the same direction travel room was at a premium. Sakura collected together her rolling suitcase, hold-all and small back pack and walked along the platform looking for a carriage that wasn’t totally overcrowded. No obvious space was available and she had almost accepted that the journey would be spent in a corridor either standing or sitting perched on her case when suddenly she heard Harinezumi calling her name from an open carriage door.

“Come join us Sakura! My friends and I have sort of taken over this carriage and there’s plenty of room for one more.”

Sakura hesitated momentarily. She was of course excited to be invited but something in her gut didn’t feel quite right.

“Come on be quick, train won’t wait forever. Mikio go help Sakura with her bags.”

A verge large muscled boy jumped down immediately and with a grunt in her general direction picked up the luggage in hands the size of baseball mitts and carried it onto the train. Sakura, her hesitancy totally defeated and overridden followed.

“Mikio will make sure your bags are stowed safely. Why don’t you go over and introduce yourself to the rest of girls over there..”

The carriage was pretty crowded. Everyone was really excited to be heading back to college after some pretty staid vacations at home, the volume of conversation and booming music began drawing Sakura into the festivities. The gang of girls was perhaps nineteen strong and they were dressed in the most diverse styles possible, Goth, Punk, Lolita, Wonderland, even escort bayan Sakuras own Kigarumi taste was represented. Sakura felt a little overwhelmed but lots of smiles and cheery hellos greeted her, even a few pecked kisses on the cheek. Suddenly her trip to college seemed less of a lonely journey into the unknown and more of an adventure to be happily enjoyed and treasured.

Yuiko Furinaka, Yui to her friends watched Sakura with intense interest. She had noted the way Harinezumi looked at the girl and she wondered if this was finally a chance for her to break free of the chains that bound her body and soul to his service. Twice before she had tried to escape the clutches of the heir to the Aguchi clan and both times she had suffered harshly for her impertinence. The first time she was told quite clearly by her own father that she was expected to show suitable respect and obedience to the Clan to protect and continue her own family’s position and the second time Harinezumi had forthrightly threatened her total ruin if she dared disobey him in any way. Yui had therefore accepted her lowering to the position of a sexual slave to Harinezumi as an unavoidable feudalistic duty even when it had included being pimped out to his friends and acquaintances. However the recent development of having to service his father, uncles and their business associates was too much for even her overwhelming sense of family responsibility. She had realized her only possible escape was through a substitution with someone new, younger and still morally pliable and Sakura might just fit the bill.

“Hello my name is Yui. So nice to have you join our numbers. Such a cute outfit, such lovely hair!”

Sakura felt overwhelmed. From her perspective Yui represented everything she wished to accomplish. Beautiful, tall, slim, dressed in the most elaborate and expensive of the latest Kawaii fashion with all the confidence and attention those things bought. Sakura had dreamed of being such an icon herself as long as she could remember and was certain her Daimyo would be proud of her attaining such position and respect.

“Thank you so much Yui.”

Sakura wanted to say more but was pulled into such a warm embrace by her new friend she quite lost track of her thoughts. Yui meanwhile breathed deeply and was pleased to smell the odor of arousal on this poor innocents flesh.

“Come through to the girl’s area of the carriage, we can chat properly. Sumi, Kanko why don’t you come too and help entertain Sakura!”

Sumi a very well-proportioned Lolita doll and Kanko, the quintessential Goth Alice followed gleefully. Things were definitely looking up.

“Would you like a drink?”

Yui casually waved towards the table between the bench seats. Sakura was surprised to see such an array of both western and Japanese spirits so readily available.

“You probably are used to only being allowed such tipples on high days and holidays!”

Yui’s comment was just sufficiently demeaning to0 make Sakura feel like a poor relation to these obvious street wise girls and so she of course immediately poured herself a glass of Black label and mixed in some cola.

“Well that certainly shows you know escort maslak your way around a party!”

Sakura absolutely glowed at the compliment and giggled quite recklessly in full view of the trio.

“You got anything to make the journey rock Sumi?”

The girl smiled knowingly and pulling a brightly enameled cigarette case from her pocket produced a very fat well rolled joint.

“I hope we can trust you to keep all this decadence between us girls?

Sakura nodded eagerly. Her fears were beginning to disappear with the now warm sensation caused by the whiskey and coke in her stomach.

“Let’s all sit down and get to know each other shall we?”

Yui pulled Sakura down with her to sit on the carriages bench seat and Kanko flopped down on her other side.

“Sakura you’re like the best possible filling in a Kawaii sandwich!”

The girls all giggled whilst Sumi, sitting on the floor and leaning her back against Sakuras knees got the joint fired up. Sakura felt the stress of the day begin to seep from her body as the alcohol and secondary smoke from the joint began to permeate her bloodstream. The girls on either side were snuggling close, their heads laying on her shoulders and arms entwined with hers. Sumi, as she relaxed back inhaling deeply, had inadvertently nudged Sakuras skirt higher and higher till the back of her head rested hard on Sakuras belly and her neck was nicely supported between yielded bare open thighs. Raising her hand Sumi passed the joint to Kanko who immediately took a huge hit holding the smoke deep in her lungs for what seemed an age then slowly released the breathe in a long drawn out sigh of contentment before lifting her face just long enough to kiss Sakura on the cheek. Yui took the spliff from Kanko’s fingers and was about to take a draw when she stopped momentarily.

“You ever had a blow back Sakura?”

Sakura smiled and nodded eagerly whereupon Yui inhaled the intoxicating fumes and pressing her lips over Sakuras mouth exhaled whilst at the same time thrusting her tongue into the yielding mouth. Sakura shivered and without a thought squeezed her thighs on Sumi’s neck.

“Maybe I should shut the door and window shades.”

Sumi rose and quickly fastened the doors inside catch, pulled down the retractable shades on the windows then returned to her previous position but this time burying her face in Sakuras exposed pantie covered pubic mound. Reaching down Yui and Kanko each raised one of Sakuras knees till her cotton covered vulva and anus were totally available. Sumi wasted no time in pulling the flimsy garment aside and hungrily tongued the exposed flesh. Sakuras first climax came fast and hard covering Sumi’s face with a steady stream of glistening fluid and she could feel the rippling precursors of a multiplicity following close behind.

Momentarily ceasing her frenching Yui managed with her one free hand to push her own panties down almost to her knees and gripping Sakuras left hand made sure the fingers found her sodden cunt. Not to be left out Kanko repeated the process with Sakuras right hand and started to make the little whimpering noises that in Japan indicate an oncoming deluge.

Sumi was now concentrating entirely on Sakuras extremely responsive ass and driving her tongue deep into the ring she savored the flavor of this wonderful and unexpected new treat. Sakura tasted of new and as yet undebauched flesh and Sumi began to fantasize over the hours of wonderful carnality to come.

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We get to my place and she comes inside and follows me into the kitchen. I pour us both a Bacardi and coke while I’m sorting out the coffee, and listen to the ice tinkling in her glass as she moves from room to room, having a nosey. I hear her go in the bathroom, hear her jeans sliding down and her peeing. She flushes and I hear her moving through the hall and standing at the bedroom door, then going in there.

I hear her exploring, and I know what she’s looking for. I hear drawers sliding open and closed. I hear her shifting the bedding around, a little gasp when she discovers the silky panties down there, underneath the duvet. I hear her sitting on the bed and kicking off her heels, then her bare feet padding on the tiles in the hall and she’s back in the kitchen.

I’m whisking cream in a bowl to thicken it up and she comes right up to me and slides her hands around my waist, feeling upwards, running over my stomach and my chest, and making little sighing noises. I feel her breath on the back of my neck. I can feel her heartbeat.

She runs her fingertips around the waistline of my trousers and I start to get aroused. I turn and the silk panties are dangling from her mouth and she’s shed her jeans. She has on little black panties, sheeny and loose, lovely long legs all tan and shiny, and sexy little feet, toenails painted black. She lets the panties in her mouth fall to the floor.

I draw her face upwards towards mine and we kiss. I taste lipstick and cigarettes and mint, olive and alcohol and perfume and her soft wet tongue. She’s sultry and delicious. Her mouth is hot, and as we kiss she pants sweet warm breath into mine. I breathe her.

Our hands explore one another’s bodies, running inquisitively up and down along our backs and our fronts, and our mouths stay pressed together. She feels down between my legs and I begin feeling between hers. She parts them a little bit to let in my hand. She gasps at my hardness and gasps again as my fingers explore the shape of her down there, probing gently on the outside of the little black panties, feeling for the firm push of her pubic mound, feeling the little flatness there as it curves downward and under, pushing gently at her unseen little valleys.

The panties are smooth and sheeny and I thrill at the feel of warm skin from her thighs on either side, pressing against the skin on my forearm so all the little hairs are charged with static. She pushes her tongue into the spaces between my teeth and gums and licks at my lips, teasing me, drawing me in deeper. Her eyes smile, bright and mischievous.

I grasp at the sides of her panties and pull them upwards so they press up tight against her pussy, and I massage her bottom with my fingers, pulling her cheeks apart, sliding a finger underneath and rubbing her through the pants, and she closes her eyes and moans. I feel the material yielding and the heat of her coming from inside, and I push more firmly, my finger finding her little opening, exploring through the thin layer of her underwear, pushing the sheeny fabric in.

She raises her lips up to my ear and I feel hot breath on my cheek, she’s panting and sighing as my fingers caress her there, my pushes growing in urgency, rising until my finger probes inside, and I’m pushing the crotch of her panties deeper and deeper in, into her, and I feel a warm dampness spreading.

She’s inside my pants and her fingers are grasping at my penis and she’s holding onto me tight. She breaks from me to start yanking down my jeans and I put a finger inside my mouth to taste her, an intense flavour of the scent that’s been driving me wild for the past week, wild animal must exploding on my tongue, dissolving gradually into rich, salty seaside tastes, sunburned skin, perfumed milk, baked stone and subtly sweet, lingering honey.

She comes up and begins kissing me again and she sucks on my finger too. We smile into one another’s eyes and while we’re kissing she begins to pull on me gently, her hand moving up and down the length of thick swollen shaft, all slow and tender. I thrill at her touch.

I pull up her top and she raises her arms for me to bring it off over her head and I see a little round tummy and a cute belly button, then her heaving chest, and the little black bra, and her lovely little tits inside of it, nipples pushing hard at the material. I reach around her to unclasp the bra and her breasts are revealed, two yummy fried eggs, big pink nipples standing erect, goosebumps in the round aureolae.

I return my hand to her sweet, sweet pussy and I pull the panties aside and push in my fingers to feel her better. I feel downy pubic hair, soft and silky and so exciting, and I follow it downwards to slide over her burning hot labia and I feel wetness, lots of wetness, and my fingers slide inside her, first one, then another, sliding over the little ripple of her clitoris and up inside her burning,fleshy chamber.

She draws breath and shudders slightly, her escort fındıkzade hand on my penis pausing its stroking, but she holds on to me tightly. We’re kissing deeply and every so often I take my fingers out of her sex and we stop kissing and share licking and sucking at her extraordinary taste, our faces held close together, our eyes studying slick fingers and lips, watching every little move hungrily. I cup my fingers at the opening to collect her flowing juices and pour the dripping essence of her into my mouth.

She lets go of me and eases herself slowly down into a kneeling position. I’m looking down onto her, my penis standing erect just inches from her face. Her eyes look up at me and I see big flickering eyelashes and deep amber set in brightest white. I see the sensuous curve of her cheeks and her lips and below I see her little breasts wobble, jutting nipples brushing against my legs, her thighs spread open wide so she can kneel, her shapely calves and feet out at an angle, and she smiles up at me and I’m melting.

I see glistening clear liquids dripping out of her and down onto the tiled floor, a little lake forming down there, inbetween her knees, and the sight of it intensifies my lust. She touches a finger to the taut skin in between the throbbing, bulbous head and the gorged shaft, where the foreskin encircles me, stroking upwards at a little trickle of pre-seminal fluid leaking out from the tiny slit. She brushes it and I watch as slick little strands stretch and break in the small space between my penis and her mouth, enfolding her fingertip with dewy wetness. She puts it to her lips and kisses, a brief flash of eye up at me. She opens her mouth and dabs at it with the tip of her tongue, all shiny and pink. I feel hot breath.

She kisses where my fluids gather and wraps her lovely warm lips either side of me, her tongue pushing into the shape of the swollen bulb, the tip of it examining by touch the deep ridge between foreskin and head, licking and pushing and probing. She pulls the skin on my swollen shaft down hard and looks close to see better, turning it in the light, little tugs and squeezes. I feel her sharp little nails dig in, and watch her eyes, fascinated by the stiff, flexing, sexual thing in her hands.

She licks and licks, drooling spit onto me so I’m all wet and slippery. I hear her moaning. She kisses the tip and I’m moaning too, the curvaceous shape that her lips make, somehow mirrored by the roundness of my tulip like glans, how my slit parts like a little mouth, opening and closing in time with her rhythms, her lovely, generous mouth, sliding along and exploring my ridges, little nibbles as she’s going down, and I close my eyes and run my fingers through her silky hair.

I feel the heat inside her mouth enfolding, enclosing me, and the moist flesh and hot breath draw me in, deeper and deeper, until her mouth is wrapped around my root and I’m pushing into her, the long ridge that runs the length of my underside fitting into the valley of her tongue, guiding me in further.

I’m running my hands over the soft skin on her cheeks, feeling in behind her ears, feeling the curve of her neck, the little bump in her throat bobbing as she drinks me down, her shoulders at the front and behind, her hair falling like a horse’s mane, hiding her eyes away from me, flicking and caressing against my skin as she alters the angle of her head to take me even deeper into her, and I get little sparks of sensation.

I cup her beautiful face in my hands and feel the fluttering pulse in her neck, and I draw her upwards, needing her mouth, her tongue, her lips pressed onto mine, her eyes. She rises and we kiss as deeply into one another as we are able, tongues delving and reaching, and I taste my burning flesh and the saltiness of my fluid. Our hands explore. My dick is pushed up against her tummy and I’m moving against her, a gentle rhythm which draws me lightly over her soft tummy and the sheeny panties underneath. We sway together this way, devouring one another, our bodies entangled, wrapping themselves together in readiness.

She pauses to drink and the tinkling ice sounds like music. She lights a cigarette and I admire the shape of her, standing in front of me in nothing but her panties, her chest rising and falling, smoke curling upwards and big hungry eyes staring. I feel silly standing there with my pants and trousers round my ankles and my shirt still on, my erection sticking out, so I sit to get properly undressed and make the coffee naked.

While I’m busy she wraps an arm around my middle and slides a hand in between my legs, stroking my balls and reaching around to fondle me. I pour coffee into two glasses with a good slug of Jamesons and stir lots of sugar in, then the cream, poured over the back of a big spoon so that it stays afloat. She takes the glass and gives me her cigarette. We take our Irish coffees to bed. In the bedroom I turn the lights escort vip down low and our bodies take on a sultry, dusky tone. I watch her settle onto the bed and sip at her coffee, laughing with her when she gets a little cream moustache. I lean in and kiss it away, tasting the whisky, and we grasp at one another, dragging in the sweetness, moaning and sighing as I clamber over her and lower myself on top, her arms entwining me, my penis nudging at her tummy and her pants.

She holds onto me and runs the tip of me over her hips and her abdomen, pushes it into her belly button, turning a little and pushing it into the soft, yielding flesh of her bum cheeks. She guides me down and nestles the rod in against her hidden parting, lifting herself to rub the veined shaft and head deeper into the panties, opening her legs to draw me down further until we’re fucking on the outside, the glans pushing the sheeny material a little way up inside her.

She’s soaking wet and her burning hot breath is in my ears and on my neck and chest. We writhe like animals in slow erotic motion. I bury my head in her little breasts and suck on her hard pink nipples, squeezing and nuzzling, licking them so my tongue is tainted with the exotic richness of whatever perfume she’s doused herself in. I breathe her in and I’m intoxicated, goosebumps raise up on my skin and I shiver all over.

Her wetness grows suddenly intense and for a moment I think she’s peeing in the bed, my thighs and balls dripping warm fluid where it’s flooding out from inside the little black panties, and I look at her face and see her eyes all screwed up in concentration, and she’s coming and coming and coming.

I put a hand inside and rub the torrent of wet over her inner thighs and her abdomen, over the sodden panties and underneath them onto her skin, all over the little damp ringlets of pubic hair, into her melting hot pussy lips and back up inside of her again before bringing it up to my face in little cupped pools and I drink her, her cum juice trickling from my mouth and chin and splashing down onto her tummy and breasts. I taste her essence, her most intense flavour, rich and deeply sexual, and so, so, rude.

I move between her taste and her mouth and her tits and her belly button and I tongue her delicious skin, lower and lower, descending gradually down her writhing body towards her pretty pink paradise, sliding the sodden panties down over her hips and thighs, peeling them from her slender calves and off over her outstretched feet.

She sighs as I kiss her tummy, my kisses moving over her hairy mound, moving in between her legs, kissing and sucking and nibbling at the soft flesh of her thighs, licking her up into my mouth, flicking at her pink wet pussy lips, her hole opening and closing a little as she gasps when the tip of my tongue curls under and pushes at the ridge which separates her sex from her anus.

Her most intimate sweetness bursts into my mouth and she’s coming again, little squirts of juice showering my tongue and lips as she gushes into me. I push more firmly and I’m nosing at her clitoris while my tongue explores her burning hot labia and the little frills that signal the beginning of her divine entrance. I taste earth, a metallic tang softened by something intensely primal and womanly, deep, deep must and womanliness, and the strange, bitter sweetness of her sexual juices.

My mouth is watering and drooling and her wetness and mine are combined and my tongue goes deeper and I’m right inside of her, drawing her out and pushing further into her little fleshy hole, into the very heart of her, and her fingernails are grinding into the flesh on my back and she’s shuddering and wailing and her juices are spraying down into me, pouring from the sides of my mouth as my tongue delves and we’re drenched. I guzzle her down. My penis is huge and on fire, pulsing with sheer lust, longing to be deep inside of her, to push inside and fuck her hard, to satiate its hunger and ooze my warm salty cum into her. She reaches for it and begins to wank me off, jerking hard at the stiff, hot fleshiness while I lick and probe inside her with my tongue. She pulls me up to her face and kisses and licks my slick wet mouth, looking deep into my eyes as she eases me back on top of her and guides my manhood into position, the shaft lined up against her heavenly valley, my parting lined up along her swollen pink clitoral ridge so it can slide down and bring the head down and into her sopping wet pussy, her dripping wet slippery little hole, wide open for me, wanting me to spread her legs impossibly wide, to enter her, needing me to push myself inside and stretch her inflamed inner flesh around the throbbing hot, ridged, veiny, pulsing shaft, and slide it up and down, up and down, in and out, in and out, hot and horny, wet and slippery and shiny, and so deep down and utterly filthy.

I position myself along her warm quivering thighs and wriggle escort halkalı my hips down into hers. She’s gasping and moaning and she runs her hands through her hair where it’s sticking to her glistening forehead and cheeks. She has her eyes closed and her head back and reaches for my penis and pushes it’s hot tip up against her gaping hole. I nestle the bulging head in between her folds, a gentle rhythm nudging it slightly into her, drawing it back out, slowly, slowly, my breathing coming fast, and she shudders in anticipation, clutching at it to force me inside, rubbing hard underneath and pushing her fingers past me to bring on her satisfaction.

She’s coming again and as my big bulbous head draws back out of her a little river of watery cum squirts out of the little gaps. I dip my hand into the pooling liquid and smear it over my stomach and my chest, lick it from my palms and fingers.

She’s wriggling and writhing, trying to push herself down onto me, but I withdraw, keeping the tip of me and her sopping wet rim in tantalising contact, fighting against the waves of ecstasy until I’m ready to enter her cavity and be funnelled towards the aching desire for release, to plunge my raging hard on deep inside her private hollow place, to feel her furrows bumping as they slide over mine, in, out, in, out, and to fill her up to overflowing with boiling hot, cum.

I play there at the threshold for a while, looking at her beautiful face as she turns her head from side to side, and bit by bit my throbbing core penetrates into her, until at last the thick blunt head pops through and she’s holding me inside, and still I deny myself from entering her too deeply, not yet, not yet, and my balls tighten and I feel surging from deep inside me and I slow my motions and stop breathing until it passes.

I rise and pull her with me onto the edge of the bed, staying just inside her as we alter position. I lower my knees down onto the floor so I’m above her gorgeous shiny body and continue hovering on the brink of full penetration, pushing in and drawing out and watching as her skin down there stretches and holds me, my glistening prick popping out every now and again to reveal her dark interior before it pushing back in.

I see her tummy trembling. I see her chest rising and falling as she sucks in the air. I see her neck stretched back and the veins pulsing rapidly. She chews on her bottom lip and her eyes flash in the dim light, animal like, insisting that I enter her, insisting that I satisfy her carnal lust.

I raise up her legs and spread them wide open. I push in further and feel her flesh wrapping itself around me, inch by gradual inch. I watch as she closes her eyes and her body goes very still, urging me on, urging me in, feeling me as I gradually fill her up, gasping and sighing and moaning as I push in further still until her pussy’s shiny lips encircle the base of my throbbing shaft like a little wet mouth, all stretched open wide and sucking on me.

I watch as she comes again, her body shuddering, her long, curly eyelashes fluttering, and I feel her wetness pouring down my balls and inner thighs. I begin to develop a rhythm, not too fast, not too slow, pushing in, pulling out, little squelching noises and my slick member reflecting light as I withdraw and re enter her most private chamber, and I’m moving faster, the end of me feeling her inner walls all moist and hot and heaving with urgent passion until I’m pumping at her, in, out, in, out, sliding in, sliding out, my rhythm quickening, my balls slapping hard against her luscious bum cheeks, her cute little tits wobbling like blancmange, and she runs her hands frantically over her hard pink nipples, pinching them and pulling on them, and she’s coming and coming, and I can’t believe that she has so much wetness inside of her.

Again I feel a surging grow inside me and I want to pull away and let it pass over but she doesn’t release me. She clutches at my bottom and grabs hold of the flesh there, dragging me in close so I can’t escape. Her eyes glow in the darkness, deep amber pools, and she stares expressionless as she pushes and pulls on my body, locking me inside, maintaining the rhythm, and the surge grows and grows until my whole body is tensed and hard and I can feel my penis expanding still further, readying itself to explode, my balls aching with the anticipation, and she feels it too.

She gasps and pushes me out wriggling, clambers off the sodden bed sheets and kneels, clutching for me and wanking hard on me while she gets into position. I’m standing over her and she yanks and yanks on me and puts her face up close, licking at me from in between my balls and up along the length of my close to bursting stem, pausing to face upwards with her delicious mouth and wide sexy lips open, ready, and I feel my balls spasm and the swell of release and thick wads of cum squirt and spray onto her beautifulface.

I shudder and convulse and her hand works on me, milking me out, and gobs of sticky white semen pour down and slide from her cheeks and lips, her tongue covered in my salty slime, gobbling it down her throat hungrily, dripping from her pretty little chin onto her chest and her breasts, running down her tummy and catching in her pubes.

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