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You walk down the street hand in hand. His middle finger traces circles on your palm, and you shiver despite the heat. In the bag on his arm he carries a carefully folded blanket and some bottles of water. He looks at you and smiles, and you smile back, happy just to be together. You have been waiting for your free day together for nearly a week, and you have been restless all morning.

He leads you across the field, to a stand of pine trees high on the bank of a canal. The wind whispering through the pines is somehow both calming and erotic. You step together into the shade, and it feels like another world, away from the road, with cooler air and deep shadows. The ground is covered with a carpet of pine needles so deep and soft it is like walking on a mattress.

He kisses you, soft and sweet, then pulls back and just gazes at your face. You feel yourself blush as he runs his fingers through your hair. You know exactly what he is feeling, without a word, and you kiss him, holding him close. After a long moment, he steps away and you turn to spread the blanket out over the ground. When you turn back, he has lightly woven strands of tiny white and violet flowers together. He runs them through your hair like a crown, then says “There. Now they are truly beautiful. You are just what they needed”.

“You are just what I need, boo”.

He kisses you again, and you feel his hands slide down you back and cup your ass. The kiss becomes more intense, and you marvel at the way your bodies respond to each other. His hands wander under your shirt, and he begins to unclasp your bra. You feel your nerves return, and you break the kiss to look around.

“Don’t worry Angel…schools in remember? No kids to come play”.

He opens your bra, and deftly slips it and your shirt off. He runs his soft hands over your breasts, and rubs his thumbs over your nipples. As you gasp he adds “Of course you can never tell about the fishermen…”. You glare at him and he laughs until you playfully swat at him. He reaches behind you and gets a handful of your hair, pulling just hard enough for your to şirinevler escort moan and bend your neck back. He leans in and kisses your exposed throat, then down to your nipples. He kisses each one in turn, and you feel them harden between his soft lips. Each flick of his tongue sends a jolt through your body, and your need throbs between your thighs. The firmness of his hand in your hair only adds to the heat. His mouth covers your nipple, licking and sucking until you lose track of where and when you are.

He finally releases you, then slips and arm around your waist as you sway, almost dizzy with pleasure and want. You reach down and run your hands over the front of his pants, pleased at how aroused he is for you. You slip his shirt off, and toss it aside. You embrace him, and smile as she shivers as your nipples rub across his chest. He reaches down, and opens your shorts, then kneels, pulling them down your legs. He leans in and brushes your panties with your lips, bringing a shaky sigh to your lips. He slips a single finger under each edge, and teases the sides of your pussy, until you summon the will to step back and shake you head at him. With a shake of his head he reaches out, and slips your panties down, leaving you naked in the dappled sunlight. You are vaguely surprised that you feel no fear of discovery, or shame at your nudity; just a mix of desire and safety.

He moves to you, kissing along your waistline, and over your thighs. One hand runs over your bare ass as he leans in and kisses your sex. You watch him through half closed eyes as he softly runs his lips back and forth over your sensitive lips. You cup his face in your hand and guide him to stand again, kissing him as his face comes to yours. His lips taste faintly of you. You reach down, opening his pants, and sliding the off. He looks almost shy, as you run your hand down his body, take his cock in our hand. You stroke him lightly as your lips meet again. You feel his hands running over your body, how hard he is for you, then he is guiding you down to the blanket. The pine needles topkapı escort beneath it mold themselves to your curves.

He hovers over you, kissing your throat, your neck. His lips travel across your breasts, kissing, tasting, little love bites. Soon his mouth hovers between your thighs, and there is no teasing now; his need to taste you, to please you is too strong. You cry out as his tongue flicks over your clit. His lips close around you, and his tongue flickers back and forth, causing heat to flow into your pussy. You gently push him to his side, flowing with him so that his mouth never leaves you. You guide him into your mouth, tasting his clean hot flesh. You match his actions, flicking tour tongue over the head of his cock, smiling as his moan is muffled my his own actions. You take him deeper, enjoying the feel of him filling your mouth, your own moans barely audible around him. Your moans become cries as his tongue enters you. You come apart…both panting. The sight of him licking you from his lips makes you want him so badly you ache. You reach for him, and he kneels between your legs. He begins to tease, rubbing his cock over your pussy, not quite entering you. You moan in frustration and pleasure. He slides his length over your clit, and you arch your hips to meet him.

“What do you want Angel?”

“You”, you whisper.

He starts to run his cock slower over your clit, agonizingly slowly. “You can do better than that…”

“I want you…inside me”, you answer.

He laughs, and continues to tease you.

“I want…you to fuck me” you gasp.

His eyes lock on yours. “Louder Angel.”

“Please fuck me…” your voice becomes a cry as he thrusts inside you, filling you. Your orgasm is instant and intense, every muscle locking on him, leaving your breathless. He slowly slips in and out of your body, keeping himself raised up on his arms so he can watch your face. The intensity in his eyes as they lock on yours is as rapturous as the feel of him swelling inside you with each thrust. You lock your legs around his waist and çapa escort raise your hips to meet him. His hands slide under your shoulders, and he starts to move faster, thrust harder. You hear birds in the trees take flight from the sound of your bodies meeting, and your mingled cries. You hear him call your name again and again as he explodes inside you, your bodies cumming together.

You lay together, him still inside you, as he softly kisses your shoulders and neck. He looks up, meeting your eyes.

“You deserve better than me.”

“Shush you.”

“No. I love you. I want to give you everything…and I can’t. You are so beautiful…and I am just…me. I never want to leave your side, never want to make you shed a tear. I want to fulfill your ever fantasy, make you laugh every day…hold you every night. I want…I need to be worthy of you…of your love.”

“What makes you think you are not…?”

He looks at you helplessly. You answer comes in the form of a kiss, your tongue slipping into his mouth. You answer him with your passion, digging your nails into his back. You feel him harden inside you, and you feel powerful and alive. You roll, guiding him onto his back, and rise above him, rocking your hips. You arch your back as you make love to him, opening your body for his hands as they caress your breasts, glide over your belly.

With a sudden movement, he slips his hands under your thighs, and sits up, meeting you face to face. He is suddenly deeper inside you as he has ever been and your cry of pleasure echos through the trees. You lock your legs behind his back and his hands grip your ass as you move together. You kiss savagely, and dig your nails into back. You are amazed later to find you drew blood.

He takes your face in his hands and locks his eyes on yours. It takes all your willpower not to close your eyes from the intensity of emotion and energy moving between the two of you. You see him fighting the same struggle, and sudden your control is gone, crying his name as every muscle seems to fire at once. In a haze you are aware of his voice joining yours, and that even cumming you move as one.

He slowly lowers you back to the blanket, and falls beside you. The breeze from the water cools your sweat slicked bodies, as you bask in power of your lovemaking. You reach out and take his hands, and your fingers intertwine together.

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I lie beside him in a large bed. I am dressed in something lacy, gauzy, expensive thing that he picked from my closet. He is nude, his young body firm and lightly muscled, still moist from our earlier exertions. I love his smell at these times.
I, also am moist and I clasp a washcloth between my legs. It was warm when he brought it to me but it cools now in the pleasant air of the bedroom. We borrowed a chateau from a friend for the weekend. My scholar’s lessons continued but this time together is free time for him to design a delight for both of us. The fruits of my labors and his attention to his studies are evident.
Free time is an occasion to relax, for him to play with what I’ve taught him, but also a time for him to make mistakes.
At his direction, I danced for him earlier in the evening, after dinner. My attire was his design, a peasant dress with a bodice that revealed my décolletage, the undergarments flimsy enough to hint at details of my feminine nature. He directed the artists we summoned to assist us in preparing my hair and makeup. Everything was to his liking, every piece of jewelry on me his gift. It was an excellent opportunity to learn about him, to watch him, to enjoy him.
After the preparations, we dined and shared the simple conversation permitted by our intimacy. He was free to ask anything, to tell anything, to practice what I’d taught him of the words women like to hear in the lead-up to physical intimacy, but free time meant he’d receive no coaching, no feedback.
I’d simply respond as I believed a lover would respond.
Of course, he screwed up. He is young, you know.
“I am fascinated by you, my darling. What lead you to your current profession?” Yep, there it is.
“By profession, do you mean ‘whore’?” I showed in my eyes the fury boiling behind them.
He instantly began recovery as I’d taught him, but I wasn’t about to let him free easily.
“Oh, no, please forgive me, I didn’t mean…”
“A woman who takes payment for sex, what other term could you have in mind?” I know my face was red and now it showed the hint of tears. Even a man could tell.
“I hold you in the highest regard and what you do with me, for me couldn’t be further…”
“What’s a nice girl like you doing in a place like this? It’s the oldest pickup line in the world! I’ve obviously failed in everything I’d tried to do!” Finally, it’s time, I burst into tears and sob into my napkin.
He tried to take me in his arms. I shrug away violently. (This is a lot like any movie you’ve ever watched isn’t it? It didn’t seem that way to him – I guess it’s different living it.)
“GO AWAY! LEAVE ME ALONE! DO YOU THINK I HAVE NO FEELINGS AT ALL?” Screaming this, I run to the ladies lavatory which I’d told him he was never to enter.
I washed my face and repaired the damage, giving him sobs to listen from time to time.
Music.
I hear music.
He’s playing his clarinet. I didn’t even know he brought it with him. Wait a minute. Did he plan this?
I immediately decide that I do not ever want to know.
I’ll just enjoy the moment.
A long time ago in our relationship (not so long in time, but does time matter?) I told him I loved a certain song. It was a fleeting moment in a frantic conversation, surrounded by a thousand inconsequential topics and I never expected him halkalı escort to remember.
He’s playing that song on his clarinet.
Now, I’m crying, but for another reason.
An envelope slips under the door.
It’s indigo, the color I told him I associated with intuition. In the language of our relationship, it signifies me. The specific me of ‘Us’.
The card inside is off-white, the color I taught him to use in neutral communications. The ink is black, as I taught him to use in all personal cards, and the message…
The message…
The message says, “I hold you in the highest regard. The woman I will love the deepest and forever will be measured by, not compared to, you. Would you permit it, I should try to win you as that woman and spend the rest of my life trying to live as a man you could be proud of. Since you have forbidden this, I will not. But do not ever think I hold you as less than perfect in any aspect. There are relationships that define one’s life and our relationship is the first such in mine. I do not ask your forgiveness in this communication as I will end it by saying that I understand if you banish me from your presence forever. With respect and sincerity, Your Scholar.”
I’m soaking with tears, silent tears. No sobbing. My emotion is real and my anger (faux or not) is gone. My face is a mess, again.
Another envelope comes under the door.
This one is magenta, a color I taught him to associate with harmony and balance. In our relationship, I taught him this color means him, the specific him of ‘Us’.
“Dearest Teacher, I realize this should be the color that means the ‘Me’ that is not part of our relationship, as I believe I, and I alone, have put that relationship in danger with my foolish question. I could pretend it was phrased improperly, but to attempt to explicate myself from this sorrowful situation would be to denigrate your feelings, and I beg you to understand that I feel them deeply. If that is because I still feel so close to you, a feeling I do not deserve in any way, I apologize. In this communication, I do beg your forgiveness and offer anything in my power in exchange for the tiniest bit of relief to your anger and hurt. If I could take it all away with the deepest loss to myself I would do so without hesitation.”
He has pricked his finger and left a dot of blood on this card. This is our symbol to one another that is available to exchange for anything. It is the currency of our relationship. In return for this dot of blood, so tiny, he would act at my direction in a way that I know he would find opposite to the values and morals I know he cherishes. He would do the thing that would destroy us, but he would do it.
The clarinet begins again. He plays a song we heard the first night we dined together in a public place. At my direction, he’d worn my panties, bra, and garters with stockings beneath his clothing. I wanted him to learn early how certain things men like are uncomfortable and impractical. I explained to him that I didn’t teach him this to ask him not to enjoy such things, but to understand the magnitude of what women were willing to do to please men as part of a relationship.
He’d spent hours learning these two songs. Hours, away from me, thinking of me.
Finally, he spoke through the merter escort door.
“Please, Teacher, you must forgive me. I do so honor and respect you and your pain is mine. I tremble before you and …” I can sense the tears on his face but I will not let him off.
Not yet.
“I really should send you away.” My tone is even, businesslike, without a hint of emotion. It’s as if we had just met – the night he first visited and kissed me for the first time. The night he had me in the way men have women. He would have thought it was intimate, that first night. He knows better, now. I’ve taught him real intimacy in our lessons, since. My tone also reminds him what he’s almost thrown away with a careless word. I know him well – he treasures our feelings, our ‘Us’.
Just as I do, by the way.
“I agree. I understand. Just tell me and I’ll leave.” I hear a muffled sob. He’s trying not to let me hear since he thinks I wouldn’t respect such a blatant attempt to sway me.
I open the door.
“If we’re going to cry, we have to cry together.”
We’re instantly in one another’s arms. Real tears wet one another’s backs. Our hands caress and cherish and soon kisses find necks and…
We break and look into each other’s eyes. Unprofessionally, I feel closer to him. He looks all red and wrinkly, but real joy shows in his eyes that I’ve forgiven him. Real joy.
“I wish to fix my face, but at my dressing table, so that you can watch. We won’t use this bath again, ever.”
“Thank you, Teacher.”
“It will remind us of the power of a careless word.”
“It will remind me of what I really cherish.”
“…about our relationship?”
“…about you, Teacher.”
I leave this be, but I smile at him. We move up to the bedroom we’ve shared and he goes to wash his face while I re-do mine. I prepare myself in a way he will associate with my willingness to engage in heavy, sordid, limitless sex. Makeup sex. Passion without cerebral thought. Fucking, for lack of a simpler term, but fucking like wild animals. Female, male, pheromones.
I change into a simple, form-fitting red dress. I stay barefoot, in keeping with my desires.
He comes back from the bathroom, his face composed and thoughtful. Not so thoughtfully that he doesn’t appraise me in his masculine way. He responds to my appearance – his face flushes, his eyes turn lustful. His shoulders square and he stands tall. He is a man, my man for now and he has just what I need. Just what I want.
“There’s a lovely fire downstairs, with a pile of comfy quilts arranged just so in front of it.” I say before he pushes me onto the bed. I turn quickly and walk out the door toward the stair. My bottom does that thing it does when my reptile brain wants to encourage male attention.
He hurries after me.
We’re almost running before we find our way downstairs. I know if he touches me, we’ll do it on the stairs. Not that it wouldn’t be romantic, but I really want to be taken in front of the fire.
I reach the pile of quilts safely and kneel before him. The warm glow of the fire probably enhances my appearance before him. The thin fabric of the dress is no match for the warmth of the flames and I feel it gently caress my bare thighs and chest. Kneeling, of course, is a turn-on for most men, as well. He pauses a moment before beşiktaş escort coming to me, enjoying the sight before him. I sigh with pleasure that he is well taught.
“I need a moment before we start,” I say, ever the instructor, I’m afraid.
“Yes,” His voice trembles as his eyes meet mine.
“This is free time. Think only of pleasure, of feeling, of love. There’s nothing to learn here, just a woman needing her man. I intend to let myself go with you, the way I did on our first evening. This time it’s my choice. I need to know you as a man, not as my student. There will be no review, no critique. Just … make love to me. I’ll call you Jason instead of ‘Scholar’ to signify this and I’ll say no more about it.”
“Very well, but I do not know your name, Teacher.”
“It’s better you do not, but for tonight I’ll ask you to call me…” I pause.
He watches expectantly.
“Call me ‘Gabrielle’. It’s the name that I chose, not the one I was given. I’ve never used it with a student before, so it’ll be unique to you. There’s only one other who knows I like to be called that and she is certainly not a lover.”
“Gabrielle,” he tries it, feeling it in his mouth.
“I love the sound of your voice saying it. Now kiss me, please…” I smile and unbutton the first button below my cleavage. The skin is moist from the warmth.
“I thought you weren’t going…”
“Are you going to make me…” my protestation is silenced by the pressure of his lips. He was a good kisser before I taught him and I enjoy the sensation of release as I drop any pretense that I could teach him any more. I am free, free to respond in a natural manner. I just … enjoy him, his lips, his tongue, his hand guiding my chin to him, his arm around me.
I forget what I’ve shown him, what I’ve taught him, what little and big movements there are to please one another. I just do it and he does me. His finger finds my middle bare of panties and waxed smooth for his pleasure. I watch his smile and his finger penetrates me and finds me hot and soaking for his attention. One of us released all the buttons on the dress and he parts the fabric and covers my nipple with his lips. He nibbles and sucks them and I swear I fainted at his touch. When I open my eyes, he is inside me and I know the wonder of man and woman and the way we’re made to fit together and to please one another. My hands find his buttocks and I press him into me, following his motions. Oh, God, the joy of being fucked. It’s just wonderful. My legs tangle with his as I am frantic that we not be separated for the tiniest instant.
I build and build and love this man and his stamina but he gasps and squirts into me, the pulsations strong and insistent. He is young and it goes on for some time, the infinity we seek as completion. I do not sully our time by pretending I’m done as well, but I relax and enjoy his breath on my neck, his hands still clasping my buttocks, one finger touching my anus, circling still. He relaxes and I feel his weight on me. I can breathe and I enjoy this weight, this utter relaxation after he’s come.
I stroke his hair so fond of him, so loving him at this moment. I feel the fire dying down and I push him beside me and kiss his sweet lips once, twice, and then again. I pull the covers over us and lick his moist cheek.
This time my tears are joyous. I feel I will never know such happiness. There is no future no past just the now – the fire dies and I smell this wonderful man beside me and the sticky icky sense of what he’s left inside me.
He’ll wake in the morning and remember he owes me one.
I taught him well.

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As she finally reached her house, Julie cursed silently shaking out her umbrella. What a perfect way to end the perfect week. It had started with Brad finally leaving. She knew it was a long time coming, but the finality of it really hit hard. Work had been unbearable all week and now the storm. She shivered as the cold wet rain fell heavily. Grabbing the mail and practically stumbling through the door, she was thankful it was finally over. Kicking off her new shoes, she breathed a sigh of relief to be free of their pinches

Heading up to her room, she casually opened the nondescript piece of mail. A charge ran through her as she looked at it.

Julie,

Your father told me about the divorce. You should get away from it all for a while. There’s a ticket to the resort in the envelope. I’ll see you down there.

Jack.

Dropping heavily on the bed, Julie let the rest of her mail fall to the floor, clutching the letter. Jack Davis was a neighbor, good friend of her dad’s, and quite possibly the sexiest man she knew. It wasn’t his looks that got her, but the way he acted. So powerful and in control. The text of the letter was so true to form. It wasn’t an offer or a request, it was an order. There wasn’t even contact information for her to confirm. He just assumed she’d be there.

As she slowly peeled of her wet slacks, Julie laid back. Her mind drifted back to her youth. Julie thought of herself as a strong woman, but she had always melted for Jack. Jack was a divorcee but she had never known his wife. She had, however, seen the steady parade of supermodel-like girlfriends he went through. Apparently she wasn’t the only one who felt his magnetism. Her friends never got it though. Jack always seemed to scare them. It wasn’t a surprise. He was a large, powerfully built, bear of a man with eyes that could see right through you. It was all part of what made him irresistible to Julie.

It didn’t matter anyway. Her friends never really got her taste in men. They were always trying to set her up with guys her age but her sights were set higher. Sure, she dated younger guys occasionally, but the relationships that mattered were always with older men. From the sweet professor in college who gave her the first orgasm at the hands of a man, to her boss who just used her (and she loved every minute), to her worthless ex-husband Brad. She wasn’t bitter, but she desperately wanted to move on. And now there was Jack.

Closing her eyes she hooked her finger into the waistband of her panties, lowering them then kicking them off. As she lay back on the satin sheets in just her sweater, she felt a warmth running through her. Her creamy thighs rubbed together as she thought back. All the memories of teenage fantasies flooded back to her mind. Slipping her hand between her legs, feeling the warm slickness, she bahçelievler escort imagined him in one of his dark suits. She always felt so girlish next to him. She knew she was all woman now, but there was no doubt the way he’d make her feel.

Biting her lip, she began to rub her clit furiously. She imagined him bending her over one of those huge boardroom tables at his office, slamming his cock into her from behind. She felt so dirty imagining something so graphic, but Jack was every fantasy to her. Sometimes sweet, and romantic. Other times forceful, but always in control. As her head rolled back, she could feel the waves of her impending orgasm sweeping over her. That’s what she really wanted. She wanted him to be in charge. Shrieking out she exploded violently as the scent of her sex filled the room. As he climax subsided she looked back at the letter, now wrinkled from being clutched tightly between her fingers. She couldn’t just get up and go could she? I mean it was so impulsive. What was he expecting? She shook the thought from her head. He had never treated her as anything but a daughter. It was a one-sided fantasy she told herself. She’d have to turn him down.

As she stepped into the small building that served as a terminal for the airport in this little town, sweat trickled down her neck. It was so warm, but really it just made her feel hot. She just shook her head. When she received the letter she was so sure she wouldn’t come, but she should’ve known better. After a quick call to her job she had packed her bags with her sexiest summer attire and departed the next morning. It was almost as though she didn’t have a choice. The helplessness both scared her and aroused her.

“Miss Miller?” a voice from a nice looking young man, snapped her from her reverie. “Follow me”

She looked at him surprised he referred to her by her maiden name. He simply took her bags from her hand and started to walk from the building. Quickly following after him she called out, “where are we going?”

“Mr. Davis has instructed me to deliver you to his bungalow,” he replied as he opened the door of the luxurious BMW.

As she entered she immediately noted the privacy glass preventing her from communicating with the driver. Before she could say another word, the door had shut and they were off. Her immediate reaction was shock, and a bit of fear, but she quickly caught herself. Jack wouldn’t do anything to harm her.

She had heard rumors of “the resort”. Jack Davis was a senior executive with a small but very profitable firm. This place was where they brought clients for the final sale, or sales people to reward stellar performance. There was always an air of secrecy to the place that added to its mystique. Soon the car stopped and the door opened. Dressed in a nice bakırköy escort pair of light colored slacks, and a button down shirt.

“Julie girl, how’s my baby?” he said pulling her from the car and embracing her tightly. Almost instinctively she melted against his body. Surprising her, he softly pressed his lips to hers. Her mind raced, even as her lips tingled.

Before she could say anything, the car sped away. She could only blurt out, “my bags”.

“Will be returned to you when you depart. There is plenty for you to wear inside. I’m afraid I must go to a meeting but make yourself at home and I’ll meet you for dinner,” he said easily. Punctuating the comment he took her face in his large hands kissing her once again, softly…tenderly.

Then he simply turned and walked off. Numbly she turned and walked into the bungalow. It was a dream come true. She could only imagine all the young women he had brought down here. For a moment, she felt a tinge of jealousy, but now she was one of the. At least she would be if she had anything to say about, she thought to herself deviously.

Looking through the outfits in the closet, her eyes alighted on one. It was a small black bikini with a sheer wrap. There was no way he could turn her down in that she thought. Changing into it, she waited impatiently for dinner. At the appointed hour the dinner arrived, courtesy of the boy she met at the airport, but no Jack. He delivered a message saying he’d be delayed.

As she ate alone, in silence, she seethed. This was horrible. With every passing hour, and every drink she consumed, her anger only grew. Finally, she’d had enough. Heading to her bedroom, she quickly changed into the least revealing nightie she could find. It was a satin, burgundy slip-like number, but she hardly cared. Pulling the covers over her she vowed, she’d head home the next day.

Her eyes snapped open. The presence of someone in the room jolted her from her sleep. He was in the bed with her, between her legs.

“Jack!!!” she shrieked out desperately hoping for help.

“Yes darling,” was the response from between her legs as he slowly licked her.

She suddenly realized that the sheet covering her was gone, along with her nightie. Nude and vulnerable she vainly tried to push his head away, but his tongue expertly working on her drew an involuntary moan.

“What are you doing Jack?” she whimpered, her fingers now curling in his hair.

“I’m taking care of my baby girl, just like I promised Julie. You belong to me for the week young lady, and I’m going to make you feel very, very, good,” his tone left no doubt.

There was no arguing with him. This was not at all what she had planned, but at the same time it was exactly what she needed.

“Please don’t stop,” she whimpered girlishly.

“Oh fındıkzade escort I’m not going to darling. You’re going to get all of me you can hand.”

Rubbing his face between her legs messily, she could only moan and hold on. She felt his tongue invade her, penetrating impossibly deep then curling slowly. It slid in and out like a small cock then slowly, firmly, slid flat along the length of her pussy. As it reached her clit, pressing so warmly, wetly against it, she couldn’t hold back. She grabbed his head bucking wildly against it. Her hips grinding against his face forcefully as she shrieked out loudly. Her juices flowed freely as she came, impossibly hard. She felt him sucking at her juices as she shook violently.

Finally falling back on the bed she vaguely felt him rise. As she looked up, a gasp escaped her lips. He hovered over her majestically, his cock deliciously erect. He smiled proudly, “that felt good didn’t it kitten?”

Her mind spinning, Julie’s only thought was that she wanted more. With just the slightest hint of a blush she cooed, “Yes daddy, but it would feel a lot better with that inside me.”

Curling her finger she invited him towards her. Her thighs rubbed together as she sighed contentedly. For a moment he stood there, genuinely surprised. His sweet innocent Julie becoming a sexy vixen before him. Quickly collecting himself he kneeled on the bed as she slipped her foot to his shoulder. Turning his head he kissed and sucked at her toes softly before pulling her legs over his shoulders.

“That’s what you really need isn’t it Julie? You don’t want a husband. You want a daddy, don’t you? You want to be taken care of. You want to be kept.”

It was as though he had reached out and touched her core. She could only nod eagerly, desperately hoping he wasn’t just teasing. Suddenly it was all clear. She wanted him to keep her, to pamper her, to use her for his pleasure. It had always been him. He was the standard she measured other men by.

“Yes daddy. Please take me” she pleaded, just as his cock slid into her for the first time.

Groaning out loudly as he thrust into her. He knew he had her. After all these years, his dream had come true. She belonged to him. Any time he wanted, he would have her. And he would take such good care of his little girl.

As their bodies thrust and slid against each other they both imagined their life together. She imagined him fucking her, naked except for the sparkling jewels with which he adorned her. He imagined covering her in scented oils as his strong hands explored her, then slowly tasting every inch of her body. Their thoughts of the future separate, but so similar. Almost perfectly, they came together, screaming each other’s names. Her pussy so tight, milking his cock as he filled her with his seed.

It felt so perfect as he collapsed atop her. She was in heaven as he smothered him with his body. Reaching up and kissing him desperately, she tasted herself for the first time on his lips. Her legs wrapping around him she whispered, “Daddy, don’t leave me.”

His response as simple as it was final, “Never.”

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What does it mean when the phone rings in the dead of night? When the household is silent except for quiet, regular breathing and the darkness is pierced only by tiny points of yellow moonlight through the blinds? Has there been as accident? Is someone very sick? Always when that shrill ring wakes a sleeper, a pulse begins to race.

The phone was on the night table just beside her head. She hardly had to move except to lift her arm. Being the light sleeper that she was, only one ring escaped before she’d lifted the receiver from it’s cradle. The noise echoed in the stillness as faint as a memory. Just because her physical reaction was instantaneous did not mean that her mental faculties had kicked in with equal speed. The sound she made was more “huh nuh?” than “hello?”

“Are you alone?” a deep, whispering voice invaded her world.

Half asleep in the dark, one might have thought this to be an unwanted, obscene call. One might be half right. She recognized the voice immediately. The pulse that had quickened at the first sound thumped even faster behind her breast.

“No,” she admitted in a disappointed tone, much softer than a whisper.

“I don’t care,” the voice growled, “I want you now.”

A longing welled up in her chest, accompanied by a rush of sudden terror at being found out by the sleeper beside her. She could only answer, “Yes” in a breathless sigh.

“Is he asleep?” the caller wanted to know.

Hardly daring to breathe herself, she strained in the darkness to judge the sound of her husband’s breath. It was deep, small snuffly snores escaping parted lips.

“Yes,” she answered fearfully. If he awoke and found her on the phone like this, all hell would break loose.

“You’re naked, aren’t you.” It was a statement, not a question.

She had sat up in bed now, turning away from her husband, her legs over the side. At her caller’s words, her skin broke out in chills. It was as if he could see her sitting there in the dark, shivering but not cold.

A small whimper served as an affirmative.

“Your little nipples are getting hard now.”

They were. So stiff they were almost sore, the aureola crinkled tight as dry raisins. Her eyes were closed, her breath coming şişli escort a little faster. All the while she listened to his voice, part of her mind monitored her husband’s sleep, listening for any change in the sound. Her whole body was tense as if ready to spring up in flight.

“Open your legs, darling.” She did.

“Wider,” he said and again she was struck with the feeling that his eyes were on her. The way he knew her so well was what made her almost helpless to his directions.

“Open your pretty lips for me,” he directed. “I want to see if you are glistening and ready for me.”

With one white-knuckled hand gripping the phone, she moved her other hand over her thigh and down to the bare skin between her legs. It was so soft, just shaved hours ago, and very hot from being under the covers.

“Tell me what you want”

Another whimper. She wanted to speak out loud it was hard to hold back. She loved how he made her be loud sometimes, letting out feelings she tried to deny. But she was deathly afraid of rousing the sleeper.

“Do it,” he growled again.

“I can’t,” she barely made a sound. “He’ll hear me.”

“You won’t, you mean,” he spoke with vinegar in his tone. “Then I’ll just hang up and not waste my time.” His voice grew faint and she new he’d pulled his phone away from his mouth.

All the practical parts of her knew it was the best thing if he left her alone in silence, but her whole being silently screamed “NO!” at the thought of being deserted in this state. It came out a pleading whisper, “Please no.”

For a moment she was afraid it was too late, but then she heard his breath. “Then tell me what you want. Even if he is awake and listening, I want you to say it.”

Shaking so badly that she could barely hold the phone, she murmured, “I want you. I want to please you. To feel you inside of me.”

“Beg me, my whore.”

“Please,” she moaned as loud as she dared, “Please stay with me and let me please you.”

“Push a finger inside,” he commanded. “I know you are nice and wet already, aren’t you?”

“Yes,” she sighed, doing just as he instructed. Sitting on the edge of the bed with her legs spread wide, she was totally open fatih escort to the cool air. Her long middle finger wiggled between the puffy lips and pressed into the hot, slick opening. There was no way to stifle this new moan.

“Ah, yes,” she heard the sound of his own lust, knowing that he was hard and touching himself also. It heightened her arousal until it was a blue fog inside her brain, totally overwhelming, canceling out everything else.

“That’s my hand touching you,” he said. “That’s my finger inside of you. Can you feel me there?”

“Yes,” she answered boldly now, louder. She still listened for any stirring from her husband but now she didn’t care nearly as much.

“Stroke your clit, my little slut,” he instructed. “I want to hear it. I want to hear how wet you are.”

In the stillness, her finger in the wet cleft did make a slurping kind of noise. It was unmistakable and he could hear it over the line.

“Oh yes,” he urged her on, “Faster, baby, faster. I want to hear you cum for me.”

The fear was almost tangible on her quivering skin. She rubbed herself faster and harder all the sensations working together to bring her quickly into a frenzy. Her breath was a gasp, she tried hard to muffle it and tried harder not to care. Her breasts jiggled deliciously with the effort.

“Yes, baby, that’s it. Feel my tongue on you in you!”

He gave her another minute, picturing her sitting naked, her body vulnerable to anything he wanted.

“Cum now, cum for me! I want to hear you! Don’t hold back! Don’t be afraid!”

“Yes!” she hissed through clenched teeth, “Ohhhh yes!” Her body shook with each contraction. With every spasm, there was a deep intake of breath. The sound of her dampness wafted up to her nostrils.

“You know what I want to hear,” he demanded. He had reached his own climax at the same time but needed one more thing to make it complete.

She knew. She did it every time he made her cum. She did it when she was alone and made herself cum. It was second nature to do it.

Falling into the sweet warmth of total submission, she said, “I love you.” As she continued to come, she said it over and over again. “I love you! I love you!”

They avcılar escort shared silence afterwards, each coming down in their own way. Her fierce listening resumed – she was certain no one could have slept near her through that.

It seemed he had though. He’d not even stirred. But then he’d once slept through an earthquake.

“Go clean up now and get back to sleep,” his deep voice said. This was his professional voice, one she could listen to forever and never tire of.

“Yes, Sir,” she was very reluctant for him to go but he knew it was best. There was inherent danger on both their parts – it was the ingredient that made it so much sweeter.

“I’ll talk to you later.”

She nodded as he hung up and she did the same.

Her legs almost charley-horsed as she stood and went around the big bed to the bathroom. She locked the door and sat there in the darkness. The intensity of the experience had brought tears to her eyes and now shudders of relief washed over her. Sexual relief, relief at not being found out… mixing in her brain like the wild waters of a delta. The feeling was almost indescribable – as if someone had suffocated her just to the point of unconsciousness then let precious air rush in. Like she’d been falling a great distance and then been lifted up at the very last minute. Like swerving to miss a truck coming at her head-on.

Several minutes passed before she was able to creep quietly back to bed. The covers felt extraordinarily warm and comforting, like arms around her. She felt small, insignificant – just like she wanted to feel. Sleep was not far away.

She talked to him later in the day. Strangely, he didn’t ask what she thought about the call. In fact, he didn’t mention it at all. She felt compelled to.

“What call?” he asked, a genuinely puzzled look in his tone.

“Last night. You called.”

“It wasn’t me,” he said, then asked with disapproval, “Who else have you been giving your number to?”

“No one!” she exclaimed. “No one has it but you.”

He shrugged. “Some other pervert then,” he said with a twinkle in his eye. She did not doubt him for a second though, instead she doubted herself.

“Maybe you dreamed it?” he suggested.

No one else knew her number, no one else had awakened at the sound of the phone, her husband had not awakened all during her conversation. Could she have dreamed the whole thing?

She smiled up at him. Did it really matter how it happened? Not to her heart.

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I have a computing facility in Bangalore, which runs 24 hours a day, 7 days a week. One evening, I decided to stay for a while and catch up on a little work that I had been letting stack up on my desk.

As usual, the building was empty by 6 PM except for myself and the operator in the computer room. At about 8.30 in the night, I decided to go get a drink out of the private machine in our main office. And, being in a good mood due to how well things were progressing, I went by the computer room to ask the operator if HE wanted a drink.

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I suppose she must have sensed my presence behind her because she straightened up from under the table after picking her pen cap. It was then that I noticed the long black hair cascading like silk cord down her shoulders.

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I escort nişantaşı had a second surprise, which was difficult not to notice. Her pullover sweater barely hid a magnificent set of knockers.

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While walking down through the halls of the deserted building, I couldn’t help but notice tightness in the crotch of my slacks. I looked down, and sure enough, I had a major bulge protruding that was continuing to grow as I walked. I somehow knew it was hopeless, but I wished the bulge would relax soon.

As we walked I noticed her real huge breasts popped up Now what?

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“Please, look at me…” Gina forced her eyes up, non-focusing, in the general direction of Cade’s voice. Tears blurred her vision and a tinny metallic sound had now begun to buzz in her ears as he continued to speak “… you know I will always love you, I’m just not IN love with you. But we can still be friends…” Every fiber of her being wanted to scream out NO! She wanted to fly at him, and flail until he felt as much pain as she did. But she didn’t. Instead she buried her face back into her hands and began to sob the beginning of what would be an ocean of tears. Gina heard the door click as her life walked out of it. Or so she thought.

Weeks went by, and although she continued outwardly to perform and function in the ‘real world’, once the door to her apartment clicked closed at night, Gina retreated into a state of complete and utter misery, complete with a bottle of wine and sappy love songs. Even her cat had begun to avoid her. Her mother consoled her all she could, as did her friends, but after they began to talk amongst themselves, they decided that she was in desperate need of some tough love. They sat her down one evening and all told of the woman she once was before he left her, and that they wanted that friend and daughter back. It was then that Gina realized how alienating (and alienated) she had become… and she made a promise to them, and to herself, to find some help and get back on track.

Dr. Brewer’s office was warm and inviting. His receptionist, Cherlyn, was in no way condescending when Gina had made the appointment. She had a bright smile and greeted Gina this morning with the same gracious attitude as if Gina was a long-lost friend. Sinking into a soft chair in the waiting room, Gina tried to lose herself in the latest issue of Cosmo that she had brought with her, but she still couldn’t get the small voice out of her head that kept saying, “Good lord. You’re seeing a SHRINK because that dumbass man of yours left. What a los…”

“Gina Davenport?” a plumpish nurse called out.

“Yes, ma’am… that’s me,” Gina said, butterflies the size of elephants suddenly springing up in her stomach.

The nurse smiled, “Good morning, Gina… would you please follow me? Dr. Brewer will see you now…”

Gina rose and followed “Astrid” or so her nametag said, down a corridor into a cozy office. There was a recliner, a lounge, and a regular chair… but no desk, no plethora of books lining a wall… it looked very much like a room in her own home. Astrid touched her arm, saying, “please make yourself comfortable in either the recliner or on the lounge, Gina. Dr. Brewer will join you in a moment…” and with that, she left the room, leaving Gina there alone with her thoughts.

Gary Brewer was a striking man. Tall and well built, the women thought him very sexy. His masculine features, dark hair, intensely inquisitive dark eyes, and gentle demeanor drew people in without him ever having to say a word. He considered himself well read, his many friends considered him funny and warm and a great friend to have around even if he DID “shrink heads for a living”. Yet he remained alone.

He had had some close relationships in the past, but no woman had ever struck the right combination of sexy and smart to keep his interest for long. A soft knock at his office door stirred him as Astrid poked her head inside. “Gina Davenport is in the conference room, Dr. Brewer…”

“Thank you, Astrid,” Gary’s deep voice responded, and he began to look over Gina’s evaluation questionnaire. ‘Hmmmmmm…’ Gary thought to himself, ‘she seems intelligent by these answers, just very lost… ‘ and he rose to keep their appointment.

Gina stared out the window of the room. It overlooked the park, and although she was on the third floor, she could still see people there. The tree leaves were just beginning now to take on a faint hint of the color that would soon blush across them, and she could see women with their children playing in the playground equipment. How her heart longed for that. For family, for that kind of connection and love. Dr. Brewer’s voice startled her. “Ms. Davenport?”

She whirled to face him, her eyes instantly locking on the kindest face she could ever remember seeing. “Y-y-y-yeesss…” she said, and immediately set about righting herself, straightening her clothing, running her fingers nervously through her short hair.

Dr. Brewer’s eyes returned her appreciative gaze, and they wrinkled at the edges when he smiled. He drank in her beauty. No, it was not a classic beauty, but a beauty that came from innocence. He took in the deep pools of blue that were her eyes, the way her hair curled in a helter-skelter manner over her head as if she’d run her hands through it a thousand times a day. He drank in her ample curves, the furrow of her brow that told him she had deep thoughts to think and did so often. He felt himself stir in his pants, and he had to remind himself of what she was there for. His breath sort of rushed from his lungs, and esenler escort he knew he was already in trouble. He knew right then and there that he wanted to get to know this woman as more than his patient.

She extended her hand, and he took it in his, “Hi, I’m Gina…” Her voice was melodious, not the depressed monotone he so often heard. That alone made him smile, because he knew then that she wasn’t terribly depressed, only in need of a little guidance.

“I’m Dr. Bennett… it’s nice to meet you. If you will please have a seat wherever you would be most comfortable, we can have a chat…” And so began Gina’s journey. She found Dr. Bennett very easy to talk to… and she found herself pouring out parts of her soul that no one else was privy to. She talked at length about her relationship with and her disappointments in Cade, about her struggles with her weight, her struggles with her parents. They talked about what Gina wanted out of her life. Together they formed a plan for her to continue an education toward a career she’d always loved. They talked about her hopes and dreams and goals, and Gary found himself more and more entranced by her.

Then came the day that Gary could no longer justify having her come to his office. He knew she was standing on her own and needed room to test those wings they had built for her to see if she could truly fly. “Gina,” he said softy, leaning toward her, “I think we’ve done all we can do here. Now it’s up to you…”

Her voice caught in her throat, “Yeah… I was afraid today you’d say that…” She stood from the chair, smoothing the front of her pants as she did so, and looking at the floor. She knew if she turned her face to him, he would see the glistening of the tears… and she knew he was her doctor, not her lover, so the time was right for her to go.

He couldn’t resist the pull of her body, however, and he, too, stood… taking Gina into his arms in a warm embrace. “Perhaps I will see you sometime… ” Gary said, hugging her. She melted against him, wanting to beg him to stay in her life. She knew, though, she had to find her way on her own… so she turned and walked out of the door.

A year or so passed, and Gina flourished. She completed some schooling, found a better job, made some new friends. But there was still a part of her that was missing. A part she gave to Gary when she left that room that day. Her mind often drifted back to their talks… she was amazed by what she felt safe in sharing with him, even if he WAS her doctor! So, it must have been fate that crisp fall Saturday when Gina found herself alone for the first time in weeks, and she decided to take a walk at the park by Gary’s office. She remembered how peaceful it always looked… how filled with the laughter of children, and the sounds of nature. Now, with the leaves once again turning their brilliant amber and crimson tones and the air briskly clean, she thought it a good time to take a book and spend the afternoon just sitting on a bench, watching life pass by around her. She pulled on a comfortable pair of jeans and a light sweater and her walking shoes, grabbed the keys to her car, and pointed herself in the direction of the park.

When she arrived, she savored the walk to choose her bench, feeling the fallen leaves swirl around her feet in the gentle breeze. The air carried a spicy smell of someone baking pumpkin pies… yes, the holidays weren’t far away now. She found a bench near the playground where she could watch the children play and still enjoy a breath of quiet every now and then. Settling back, she inhaled deeply, drinking in the crisp, clean air… but it exploded from her when she heard his voice: “Gina? Gina Davenport! Is that YOU??”

Jumping from the bench, she whirled around, only to be face-to-face with Gary Bennett. He had his Golden Retriever on a leash, and was a little out of breath from being dragged behind the beast… but not any more so than Gina was from hearing his voice for the first time in ages!

“My god… how long has it been?” he continued, then introduced “Ramsey” the dog. Gina knelt down, and Ramsey proceeded to swath her face with his large, wet tongue, which drew a lilting laughter from her. Gary smiled… he remembered that laugh. He remembered those eyes. He remembered everything about her, and had thought he’d call her a million times, but somehow, he always talked himself out of it. Fate was not to be denied, however, and Gina invited Gary to sit.

“Dr. Bennett, I…”

Gary cut her off mid-sentence. “Please, call me Gary. We are no longer doctor/patient, we’re just two people… Gina.” Her heart leapt when he repeated her name. Probably because when he did so, he reached out and touched her hand. It was as if electricity had been passed through her body. She felt her nipples harden in her bra, and all the small hairs on the back of her neck stand up. Yes, she wanted this man. She wanted him badly. But did he feel the same?

Gina atakent escort cleared her throat and began to catch Gary up on her life for the past few months. She reminded him of their plan, and then took him through all the ways she had accomplished the goals they had set for her. “I am so proud of you, Gina,” Gary said, looking into her eyes, “I always knew you could do it.”

Gina blushed, “I couldn’t have done it without YOU, Gary” she said, and he reached to touch her on the arm softly.

“Would you like to walk with Ramsey and me for a while?” he asked her, and Ramsey wagged his tail encouragingly.

“Sure!” she said, pushing her book back into her purse and slinging it over her shoulder. They walked and talked for hours, as if they were old friends. Gina laughed wildly when Ramsey spotted a frizbee whizzing by and bolted to catch it, pulling Gary off is his feet and into a huge drift of leaves. Gary laughed equally as much when she bent to find out if he was alright and Ramsey pushed her over onto Gary’s fallen body, it took them several minutes of laughing and detangling to upright themselves again.

Dusk was coming, and they had made it back to where Gina had parked her car. “Y’know… I’m famished, and I’ll bet you haven’t eaten, either…” Gary’s voice trailed off in an unspoken offer.

Gina blushed again, a trait she had hated until that very moment, “No, Gary, I haven’t eaten, and yes, I am getting rather hungry…” Her eyes roved his body, now standing so close to her that she could feel his heat radiating. She wanted to grab his shoulders and pull him into a deep, soft, wet kiss, but her “good girl” upbringing told her no… wait for the perfect time.

Gary cleared his throat, feeling his body once again responding to Gina, “Why don’t you lock up your car and come with me. I promise to get you home safely…”

Gina thought for a moment before responding, “Okay” and she did just that, climbing into the passenger side of his Jeep Wrangler, Ramsey ambling over her lap to get into the back seat. She didn’t even stop to ask where he was taking her. She didn’t care, as long as it was somewhere quiet where she might be able to coax a kiss from him later.

They pulled up at a nice brick home. Gina thought it looked new… it was in the newer section of town. The garage doors opened slowly to reveal a blank spot where the Wrangler obviously went, a Mercedes sports car, and a pickup truck. Her brow furrowed a little trying to figure out why one man would need all those vehicles when he spoke: “I like the Jeep for fun, the Mercedes for work-related stuff, and the pickup I use at my ranch… where I’m eventually going to build my dream house. Wanna see the plans?”

Eagerly, Gina scrambled out of the Jeep just in time to keep Ramsey from using her as a catapult onto the garage floor. They went into the house, and Gary set about cleaning a spot at the breakfast counter so she could look at the plans while he cooked them something to eat. He poured her a cold glass of wine… fruity, full-bodied but not terribly dry.

“Open your mouth,” he said, leaning close, and he placed inside a small cube of cheese. “It goes good with the wine…”, he explained, and, as she savored it’s creamy texture, she agreed that indeed it did!

They talked and laughed over dinner, Gina felt as though they had been together for years. The tension in the room was mounting, however, and as they retired to the living room, they both knew that this night wasn’t going to be ordinary. Gary put some soft, sensuous music on, and sat down next to Gina on his couch, draping his arm over the back, and leaning back away from her slightly to support himself on the arm.

Gina sat stiffly upright, not knowing exactly what to do. She felt like a teenage girl on her first date. The butterflies in her stomach were enormous: on the one hand she wanted to make love with this man, on the other… she didn’t want that act to destroy a potentially amazing relationship.

Gary sensed her hesitation, and leaned up, taking her shoulders in his strong hands, turning her to him. “Gina…” his voice a husky whisper, “I have thought about you so much since you stopped coming to me. Today made me realize how very much I’ve missed you. And how very much I would like…” he gently took her face into his hands and pulled her close, nuzzling her with his nose before chastely tasting her lips.

He looked into her eyes, searching for signs of hesitation… signs that she may not want this. But he found none, only deep blue pools of longing, so he pulled her face to his again, this time capturing her mouth with his own, snaking his tongue between her lips. His hands dropped to her ribcage and around her back, cradling her and pulling her now-pliable body to his in an embrace. He felt her hands finally touch his shoulders, and as the kiss progress, they moved to his neck, her fingers playing with his hair.

Gary pulled beykent escort his mouth from hers, allowing Gina to breathe again. As if she was able to. All the breath in her was gone. He continued to hold her close, feeling the rushing pulse of her heart against him, feeling her heat radiating through him like a convection wind. He reached up with one hand, brushing the tendrils of her hair from her face, waiting for her to protest, to say SOMETHING, but she was too busy trying to decide if she should pinch herself or not. If she did and she awoke, it would devastate her. If she did and she DIDN’T wake up, all those inhibitions would come rushing to the surface and this time, she wanted to be free.

He nuzzled her cheek, “Say something… anything… stop… go… more… “

She pulled him closer, putting her mouth inches from his ear… her hot breath made him shiver as she whispered softly, “More…” and she placed her mouth on his neck, feeling it vibrate against her lips and tongue as he groaned deeply in his throat.

He carefully disentangled himself from her, and stood, lifting her to her feet as he did so. She followed him submissively down the hall where he opened up the door to his bedroom. He turned on the lights, and remembering some of the things she had said so long ago, he turned to her and place his finger on her lips, indicating he’d be right back.

When he returned, he lit several candles and turned the lights in the room off. The candlelight gave the room a soft glow and he pulled her inside, wrapping her once again in his strong arms. She knew that he knew everything about her and somehow this didn’t bother her at all; in fact, the fact that he still wanted to make love to her gave her wings.

He began to undress her, reveling in each patch of skin that was revealed to him: kissing, savoring each delicate morsel of her. Pushing her pants off, dragging her underwear along for the ride, he had her step from them one delicate foot at a time, encouraging her to widen her stance as he did so. He looked up at her from this kneeling position, feeling her hands in his hair and watching her breasts heave with each ragged breath; but best of all, he could smell her. She smelled like soap, and like lilacs, and like… a woman. He buried his face into her, his tongue dancing against her clit and allowing him to savor her richness. He reached around and gripped her asscheeks, stabilizing her against his face. He nibbled and sucked at her pussy until he felt her begin to tremble in his arms, and then he stopped and stood, backing her to the bed.

He laid her back, her legs dangling over, and once again dove into her moistness, feeling her muscles clench and release around his tongue. Her mewling sounds told him that she was close, and he pushed one finger into her, curling it against the top of her pussy wall to find her g-spot. His tongue went to work in earnest then, feeling her inner walls pulse and swell against his finger, her hips beginning to rise and fall and her voice… oh, that sweet voice… beginning to beg him not to stop. He pulled his finger from her and savored all her flavor, then replaced it, sliding it slowly as he sucked her clit into his mouth. Her hips rose from the bed as her insides began a fluid contortion against his finger, and he lifted his face to watch her in all her passionate glory. He would find that he never tired of watching her cum.

Gary rose and undressed, allowing Gina a moment to catch her breath once again. He could see her visibly trembling, and he wasn’t quite sure if she was cold (it WAS a chilly evening after all), or if something else was wrong. He slid his warm body up next to her, cupping his head in his hand as his elbow supported its weight, his other finger tracing a light trail up her abdomen to her breast and over her nipple. It wrinkled in protest, the nipple hardening against the pad of his fingertip. She turned her face to him, and he noticed her flushed smile.

“Are you okay?” he asked.

Gina took a deep breath, and sighed… a soft noise that stirred Gary’s cock. “Yes,” she replied, “I’m more than okay. It’s been a long time…”

Her voice trailed off because he took the finger he was tracing her body with and turned her chin to him, once again possessing her mouth with his tongue. She moaned against his lips, wanting to feel them on her body once again. Gary dipped his face to the hollow of Gina’s neck and granted her unspoken wish, nibbling her shoulder and down to suckle at her breast. She cradled his head against her, feeling the soft wetness of his tongue, the sharpness of his teeth, and the warmth of his breath. She didn’t worry that she didn’t look right or smell right or sound right. She didn’t care that she might not look quite right or have the right job or be from the right family or go to the right church. This was just him and her… in this room… in this lovemaking… and for the first time it felt RIGHT.

Gary’s weight shifted again and he began to pull Gina to the middle of the bed, so she moved herself into the place where they could both be more comfortable. Feeling rather giddy, Gina rose up, and said, “Down, mister! It’s MY turn now…” and grabbing Gary by the shoulders, pushing him onto his back on the mattress, straddling his midsection and leaning down to kiss him deeply.

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This is part two of an ongoing story. It would help if you read the first story first in order to understand the plot.

Monday morning James was walking to his car to head to work when Mr. Samuel rushed out his house and caught up with James. James heard footsteps as he opened the door of his SUV and turned to see who the footsteps belonged to.

Mr. Samuel said, “James. I wanted to thank you for the gifts. That was very kind of you. Also, I wanted to thank you for agreeing to tutor Melanie. She has been in a great mood the last couple of days and said she is so excited to learn more about real estate from you.”

James tried to hold back his smile. If Mr. Samuel ever found out the truth he would want him dead. “Well, it was all her idea. You really have a great daughter.”

Mr. Samuel added, “I never knew she was interested in real estate. This is the first time she has really shown any real interest in much of anything. She has always gotten good grades, but never really showed passion in any particular subject. Thanks again. Have a great day, neighbor.”

James smiled and nodded as he stepped inside his vehicle. At least he knew Melanie enjoyed her visit. He thought to himself, I wonder when she will come over for another “lesson”. He also wondered how long all of this would last. He masturbated several times in the last few days just thinking about the event that took place a couple days ago.

After work, James was mowing his lawn. He glanced at the house across the street and saw Melanie peeking out her window, mostly hiding behind the thin curtains. He could see her glowing face. He looked back down at the lawn and turned around to mow another strip. While pushing the mower back toward the front of the house, he glanced up at her second story window again. This time Melanie waved at him. He smiled and waved back before looking away.

Later in the evening, James was sitting on a lawn chair just outside of his garage, enjoying the cool breeze. The light to Melanie’s room turned on. He looked up at the window. Her curtains were pulled closed, but were thin enough that he could see shadows in the room. He saw her move closer to the window and watched intently to see what she was doing. He saw her raise her hands and appear to remove clothing. The shadow of her body turned sideways. The shape of her breasts shown as a shadow. He watched as she appeared to throw her hair to the side. He wondered if she knew he was watching or even outside. Was she intentionally teasing him or was this just coincidence?

Feeling like a peeping tom, he leaned his head back and closed his eyes. The cool breeze was a nice change from the warm day. He could feel his hair on his arm standing on end. The sound of crickets chirped in the background. He began to doze off.

James practically jumped out of his chair when he felt a hand on his left arm. His eyes shot open to find Melanie standing before him. His heart was beating frantically. “You scared the crap out of me, Melanie.”

She started to laugh. “I am sorry. I didn’t mean to startle you. I didn’t know you were asleep.”

Melanie was wearing a pink pair of pajama pants and a loose t-shirt. She didn’t appear to be wearing a bra underneath her shirt. He took a few moments to regain his composure as she looked down at him.

“My dad says it is okay if I have another tutor lesson with you. I was wondering if you were free tomorrow in the early afternoon, after I get home from school.”

How could he tell her no? He was already in too deep to risk telling her now anyways. He thought about telling her he was busy, but truth be told, he was looking forward to seeing zeytinburnu escort her again. “My schedule is free after three tomorrow as of right now. I may get a showing as they can pop up anytime. If my car is in the driveway, then you can come over, okay?”

“Yay!” she said, giving him a quick hug and then jogging back to her house.

No appointments were scheduled for the afternoon so James headed home around three. He would normally stay in the office until five, but he had a “tutor appointment” today. He pulled into the drive and headed into the house to grab something to eat. He was just beginning to eat a strawberry yogurt when he heard a knock at the door. He carried the yogurt across the living room and opened the door. Melanie was standing before him in a pair of tight jeans and a loose t-shirt like she was wearing the previous night.

“Hello James. You said I could come over if your vehicle was in the driveway. I just finished my homework and saw your SUV was in the driveway. I am ready to learn more from you.”

“I was just getting a bite to eat, but come on in.”

“I love yogurt. That looks delicious.”

“Would you like one also?”, he asked.

“Oh, yes please.”

James grabbed another yogurt from the fridge and handed handed her a spoon from the drawer. She took the yogurt and spoon from him and sat down at the kitchen table. She watched him with a smile on her face as he finished eating the yogurt.

“Tell me a little about Real Estate so I have something to tell my parents in case they ask for details.” she said as she opened the yogurt.

James spent a few minutes telling her how the industry works and what his day to day routine is like. He felt he was rambling and was relieved when she interrupted him. “Can I lick this off you?” she asked holding the yogurt up.

“Well, it would be cold, but you can if you would like to.”

She took another spoonful of yogurt and said, “Kiss me first.” Putting the spoonful of yogurt in her mouth, she leaned forward and kissed him. He could taste the strawberry yogurt on her lips. They slowly began to kiss for the next couple of minutes before she took him by the hand and lead him into the living room. She unbuckled his pants and pulled his slacks and boxer shorts to his ankles. He kicked them off his feet and looked up at her. She was staring at his growing phallus.

“Will you tell me how to suck on it?” she said, motioning down to his crotch.

“Sure.”

“Tell me what you like and what feels good.”

“First, hold it by the base, then put your lips around the mushroom looking part of my dick. That is one of the most sensitive parts. The other is the line on the bottom of my dick that is facing you. Run your tongue up and down that part or suck on it. You will be sure to make any man happy that way.”

“Girls in my school talk about guys wanting them to swallow it. Do you like that?”

“Well, you don’t necessarily swallow it. I think what you mean is deep throating. That is where you take as much of a man’s penis in your mouth as you can handle and suck on it.”

“Girls say that the boys at school want to push their heads and shove it down their throats.” she added.

“Boys. They have no manners and only care about themselves. Try as much as you want. I can assure you I won’t shove anything down your throat.”

Melanie was mesmerized by the sight of his penis. She has seen a penis on videos and seen her little brother’s penis, but this was totally different. This was a man’s penis just inches from her. She knelt down between his spread legs and set the yogurt arnavutköy escort down on the carpet beside her. Wrapping her hand around the base of his penis, she hesitated a second before putting it in her mouth. The penis was hot in her hand and it surprised her. She wondered what it would feel like inside her vagina. She slowly moved her head forward and wondered what a penis tasted like.

Her lips wrapped around the head of his penis. She paused a moment, adjusting to the hot member in her mouth and tasting it. She rolled her tongue around the head and looked up at James. He smiled and moaned softly. It made her feel good. She felt like she was possibly doing it right. She slowly pushed the penis further into her mouth, only getting a few inches before it hit her gag reflex. She pulled back and tried to keep from gagging.

“Now you know where your limit is for now. Some girls learn to get past the gagging feeling, other’s don’t.”

Melanie’s eyes were watering. She took a few seconds to recompose herself before starting to suck again. She started softly, not knowing how much pressure to use. He told her to treat it like a Popsicle and so she did, that is when he started to lift his hips a little and start moaning. She was getting the hang of it. After becoming comfortable, she grabbed the yogurt and dipped his hard penis into the yogurt. He pulled back in shock. It took a few seconds to adjust to the cold. When, she placed her warm lips around him and started sucking the yogurt off, he released a long moan. The contrast of hot and cold was great. She repeated this several times. Eventually she did not remove her mouth and continued to suck his hard penis. She was marveled by the fact it throbbed in her mouth and hand.

James warned her when he was getting close to having an orgasm. He told her she could also stroke the base of his penis while she was sucking. She tried it and found it to be fun and exciting at the same time. The sounds of him moaning and groaning turned her on and pleased her. Two of her friends said this was gross, others said they loved it. She had to find out for herself. She wondered what it would taste like when he came. She was eager to find out.

She moved her head faster and found a rhythm with his thrusting hips as she stroked him and sucked on the tip of his penis so she wouldn’t choke. Her mouth was beginning to get sore from sucking. She dipped his penis in the yogurt one more time then did her best to help him out. As she was sucking, she felt his hips lock in the air. She bobbed her head until she felt a stream of hot fluid shoot into her mouth, hitting the back of her throat. It tasted sweet, yet salty and had a weird smell to it.

She stopped and he exclaimed, “Don’t stop yet.” so she continued stroking him and licking the underneath of his throbbing penis. She was surprised when his penis shot again and the fluid landed on her forehead. She couldn’t help but laugh. She looked at the top of his head and fluids continued to pour out. She thought it reminded her of the volcano they built in chemistry class last year. Now she understood why many of her classmates were laughing and blushing.

Melanie took a few spoonfuls of yogurt and wiped the fluids off her forehead while James cleaned himself. She felt a familiar feeling between her legs. It was the same feeling she had the last time she visited him. Feeling she lost some control while being instructed by him, she decided to become more forceful. When James returned to the living room she demanded he lick her. James was more than happy to oblige.

He took her to the bedroom gaziosmanpaşa escort and laid her down on the end of the bed so that her back and hips were on the bed, but her legs hung over the edge and rested on the floor. He removed her jeans to reveal soaking wet panties. It doesn’t take much to turn this girl on, he thought to himself. He pulled the panties from her legs and saw her smooth, bald mound once more. Her lips were slightly spread, revealing the inner pink of her vagina. James spread her legs and traced the outer lips of her vagina with his tongue. Melanie urged him on with a few soft moans.

James slid his tongue up her slit, stopping just short of her clitoris. Melanie groaned in displeasure, anticipating the feeling of his tongue on her sweet spot. She knew it was her sweet spot because that is where it felt the best when she used her mini vibrator. James took his time licking and sucking on her lips and inner labia, making sure she was primed up and ready to go.

After a few minutes, he could taste her sweat nectar dripping down on his tongue. He knew it was time to delve in deeper. He reached up over her his and put her legs over his shoulders. He pulled her mound back to reveal her swelling clit. Ever so slowly, he ran his tongue up her inner lips and over her clit. Her hips jolted the instant his tongue slithered over her sweet spot. She let out a couple whimpers. He sucked her clitoris inside his mouth and softly rolled his tongue around it’s tip. Melanie’s began to thrash as sensations shot through her body like she was being electrocuted.

James lapped up her gushing juices and buried his tongue deep inside her vagina. Her hips meeting his face, grinding against his chin. The darting tongue teased her insides. She gasped as the foreign object invaded her internal body. It felt much different than a finger, much more pleasing. A growing desire to scream built up inside her vocal cords. Her voice filled the four walls of the room. She reached down and pushed his face hard against her body.

Sensing she was about to explode, James replaced his tongue inside her walls with his finger. His mouth surrounded her clitoris once more. He sucked hard on her clit, sending her over the edge. The world went black as she rode the wave of pleasure overtaking her being. Her clitoris became very sensitive all the sudden. She pulled his head away from her lower body. James climbed up the bed and curled next to her, holding her sweaty skin close to him. She lay still with a smile on her face and eyes closed.

“I am not sure how much more of this I can take.” Melanie softly whispered.

“What do you mean?” James inquired.

“I felt like my heart was bursting out of my chest. That orgasm was so much more intense than any I have ever had before. I think I found what I was looking for.”

“Does this mean this is your last lesson?” he asked with a slight tone of disappointment.

“Are you crazy?” she said with an escalating voice that became high pitched at the end. “I meant that I don’t think I can take anymore today. You are not getting out of this that easy. I have a graduation party this weekend. I want you to attend.”

“Are you sure? I think it would be awkward being around all your young friends and family members I have never met before.” he said with an even tone.

“You don’t have to stay long. I would just appreciate it if you made an appearance. If you do, I may give you a gift in return later in the evening.”

Melanie leaned in and gave him a deep kiss. She could taste her juices on his lip and smell her strong aroma on his skin. His lips were wet and inviting. The sound of her phone began ringing inside her jeans pocket which laid on the floor. She quickly climbed off the bed and reached into her pants pocket. She opened and read the text, “Dinner is ready.”

“I need to quickly freshen up and get home. Mom is calling me for dinner. See you Saturday.”

James lay on the bed with a smirk on his face. “Another tutor lesson complete.”

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It was a very, very, slow Monday night. Although I was the man in charge, I took the bar shift so my friend Phil could go to a concert he had looked forward to for months. There was no one in the place except me, the new waitress Pam, and the new money asshole, John.

The thing about John was that he made his money the old fashioned way, he inherited it. To be fair, that wasn’t quite true. He inherited a couple of dormant oil wells from his late dad, and when the technology for drilling improved, what was dry became wet again and started spewing black gold. It didn’t change the fact that money or not, he was a major tool, and I took an immediate dislike to him, and he to me. The only problem was that my boss did some business with him, so I had to watch my mouth and hold my tongue.

Pam was the new girl on the floor. She had only been there for a week, and you could tell she had not been in the real world very long. Sarah, Kay, and the rest of my staff were very protective of her, and if anyone got handsy or crude with Pam, the girls would set them straight. Tonight however, she was alone on the floor and fending for herself. It was also the first time she and I had worked together one on one.

Pam was just a shade under six feet tall, with honey blond hair, at least a 38c chest, and legs to die for. She tried to hide it, but her natural assets could not be hidden. She was an aspiring artist, still in school, and being a waitress on the side for extra cash.

It was getting late. I was cleaning up and getting ready to close. A-hole John was holding court with a couple of friends when all of a sudden I heard a loud burst of laughter from their table and Pam came running toward me at the bar. When she got to me, she was crying hysterically, gasping for air, and her makeup was running down her eyes.

“What the fuck? I asked. What happened?”

Pam shook her head no and continued to cry, not willing to say what happened. I gave her a minute to compose herself and tried again.

“It’s okay. I said softly. Tell me what happened over there.”

Pam took a moment and gathered herself. Then she told me. “I was trying to be nice to John, and I made some conversation with him and his friends. It seemed fine for a few minutes. Then I asked if they wanted more drinks. They said sure. But when I tried to clear the glasses off his table, John tried to reach under my skirt and grab me. Then he told me he wanted to turn me upside down, and eat me like a watermelon.”

With that, she broke down again. I took her hand for a minute, and then told her to go get cleaned up and to go home. I told her not to worry, I’d take care of it and I would see her on the weekend.

“Don’t quit. I said. We really like you around here and I’ll straighten this out.”

She gave me a look like her heart was torn in two. I waited until she left and went over to John’s table. I thought I would have calmed down by this point, but remembering the look on Pam’s face just got me madder and madder. I had a cocktail tray in my hands just in case. After all it was three guys and me.

John looked at me all bleary eyed and asked, “Where the hell are our drinks, and where is Pam? I sure as hell don’t want to look at you serving us.”

I responded with a menacing glare and tone and said, “You’re done drinking. Now get the fuck out of my bar right now.”

He gave me a look of disbelief before responding.

“Fuck you.” he yelled. Who the fuck do you think you are talking to me that way? I’ll tell Frank what you said to me, and you’ll be out of a job in the morning, you piece of shit.”

“Maybe. I said back to him, But you’ll be calling him from the hospital if you’re not out of here in ten seconds. One… two…” And with that I put my eyeglasses on the table and squared off.

He got up, and I thought we were going to go, but he threw a hundred on the table and left with his friends, cursing under his breath and staggered away.

I knew there was going to be hell to pay the next day, but at this point I didn’t give a shit, I just wanted to get home, spark one up, and calm down.

Surprisingly, I didn’t get a phone call in the morning, so I went in for my regular shift on Tuesday night. I got there fifteen minutes early, knowing Frank would be there and my job was on the line.

When I walked in Frank was seated on a bar stool, with an expectant look on his face. He said nothing and waited for me to start. I took a deep breath and fatihescort I told him what happened word for word, including the part where I told John I would put him in the hospital.

Frank looked at me for a minute and said, “Well, you’ve got balls, that’s for sure. Didn’t you think I would fire you?”

“Sure. I said. But would like your girlfriend to be talked to that way and grabbed like that or would you kill the guy?”

“Good point. He said. Still, I do business with the little prick, and this is going to make it tougher. He thought it over for a minute and added, fuck it. I’ve got something he needs, and it’s about time someone straightened him out. Just don’t make a habit out of it, all right?”

I let out a sigh of relief and said, “Thanks.” And went back to work.

Over the course of the night word got around and Kay, the queen bee, came over and told me how much she respected what I did. I made nothing of it but inside I knew I did the right thing.

Pam and I didn’t work together again until Saturday night, and I really hoped she hadn’t quit. Much to my relief, when I arrived for work she was there, a bit early, and she walked right over to me.

She had tears in her eyes when she spoke to me and she said softly, with a choked up voice, “No one has ever stuck up for me like that before. She held back a sob and continued, I just want you to know I’ll remember that for the rest of my life. You put your job on the line for me, and… and…”

With that she walked away, and I could tell she was crying. For the rest of the night we all went about our business. It was busy and we all made good money, and everyone was in a good mood at the end of the night. I noticed Pam took a little extra time finishing her side work and waited until everyone else was done. Then she came over to me with a grateful look on her face.

“Bob, I want to do something for you. Buy you a gift. Take you out for dinner. Cook you dinner. Something to show you my gratitude.” She said.

I was starting to get embarrassed by the attention., but then I thought about it for a second, and said, “You know, I haven’t had a real home cooked meal in a long time. That sounds really good to me. When would you like to do it?”

Pam’s face lit up with a big smile and said, “I was hoping you would say that. I haven’t cooked for someone in a long time. How about tomorrow night? We’re both off. I’ll make a real Sunday chicken dinner.”

“Sounds great. I said. Six o’clock okay?”

“Perfect. Pam said through a huge smile. It’s a date.”

The next day I was actually a bit nervous. I knew nothing was going to happen, but I wanted to leave a good impression. Put on pair of nice jeans, a white shirt and a blue tie. I grabbed a bottle of good wine, and headed over to Pam’s place. On the spur of the moment I decided to grab some flowers. Nothing fancy. One of those quicky mart bouquets. When I got to her place, I noticed it was a nice complex. Looked much nicer than my dump. I was glad at that point I said yes to her invitation.

Pam opened the door, and OMG, she was a vision. Tight white jeans that accented her legs, a plunging v neck sweater that led right down the cleavage of her chest. I couldn’t help but stare but I finally looked away as she welcomed me in. She gave me a tour of the place, and the first thing I noticed was the art work all over the walls. Man, she was really talented.

Eventually, we sat down to dinner, and really enjoyed ourselves. She loved the wine and the flowers, and she didn’t lie about being able to cook. We talked for well over an hour, and she told me how she loved to paint, but would probably end up teaching because the was no money in trying to become an artist. I told her my dreams of becoming an actor and how I just auditioned for a company in Phoenix. We really explored each others lives and the conversation flowed as easy as the wine, and I think we both caught a bit of a buzz. I suggested coffee, and she agreed, putting some up.

As the coffee was brewing, She asked if I wouldn’t mind waiting a minute? She said she wanted to show me something. With that, she went into the bedroom, and I went into the living room looking at her art.

“Bob”, I heard, as she came back into the room.

I turned around, and there she was standing in front of me with nothing on other than a parted white silk robe. Talk about a work of art. Teardrop breasts with hard levent escort pink nipples, and a perfect triangle of pubic hair. She turned around for me and lifted the back of the robe, exposing her lean, trim legs and an ass that begged to be held.

I couldn’t say a thing, I was so surprised. My cock turned to stone but I managed to make my way across the room, took her in my arms, and kissed her softly.

“Pam, Pam, you are so beautiful. The most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.” I said, and truly meaning it.

“Go sit on the dining room chair.” She told me.

I did just as she said. She glided across the room to me, slipping her robe off as she walked. She said nothing, but gestured for me to raise my ass up off the chair so she could slip off my jeans. She took them off, glanced at my cock, and a big smile crossed her face. She pushed me back on the chair and then straddled me. She took my throbbing cock and rubbed it back and forth on her slit until she was soaked. Then without warning, dropped all of her weight on my lap, and I completely filled her up.

“Don’t move, She said with a moan. I have to get used to you inside me.”

We started to kiss, then I dropped my mouth to her magnificent breasts, licking and sucking her nipples until she begged me to stop. We still hadn’t moved below our waists, but now slowly, we started to grind together, our breathing becoming more and more ragged. I felt the come starting to build in my balls when all of a sudden she put her hands on my shoulders for support, and started to raise and lower herself on my cock, looking for a release. As I was getting ready to shoot, she looked right into my eyes, closed her lids tightly and dropped down hard on my cock, kissing me hard and moaning into my mouth. That was it for me. I grabbed her ass and pulled it tight to my hips and spewed all my cum into that perfect pussy.

We stayed like that for a few moments, when finally she raised up off of me. Without a word, she dropped between my legs. took my cock in her mouth, and licked every inch of me clean.

I started to say something but she put her fingers to her lips and led me to her bedroom. Once there she turned to me, took off my tie and unbuttoned my shirt. She ran her hands up and down my chest and then led me to the bathroom. She ran the water for us and stepped into the shower stall, putting us both under the water. She lathered up a washcloth and got the sweat off my body and then took care of my cock and balls. I did the same for her, washing her beautiful thatch of light blonde pubic hair. She started to breathe heavier and put her hand on me to stop. She turned me around in the shower, parted my ass cheeks and thoroughly cleaned my hole.

We went back into the bedroom dripping wet and got under the sheets. She got on top of me and started kissing me deeply. We did this for a few minutes, when she got under the sheet and took my cock down her throat in one long gulp. I was in heaven. I held her head, saying her name as she continued to suck me off. All of a sudden she turned into a 69 position and I had that blond pussy and perfect ass right on top of my lips. I devoured her, alternating between her ass and wet gash, pausing once in a while to catch my breath. Eventually, we stopped for a minute and Pam took me out of her mouth and slid up my body. We kissed for a few minutes, and then she rolled onto her back.

“I want you to squat over my face, She said with a passionate purr. I’m going to have your ass for my dessert.”

I got up over her mouth, my legs shaking with passion, and gently lowered myself to her waiting mouth. She started licking me, alternating between my anus and my balls, moaning more and more with each lick. I took my right hand and started playing with her clit as best as I could, balancing myself with my left, and trying not to put all my weight on her face. Finally, she smacked my butt for me to get off, which I did and I stayed straddled across her chest.

She looked at me with her deep blue eyes full of lust, and said “Slide up on me a bit and put your cock between my tits.” I did, and then she said, “Now feed me your cock.”

I didn’t need to be asked twice, and for the next ten minutes, I wrapped her boobs around me and fed my head into her pink lips. She was playing with my balls and using her tongue on every entrance into her mouth. I felt it build from down deep, and I just let go, shooting ortaköy escort into her mouth with a thin stream of cum. She swallowed it all with a smile, and we both fell back from exhaustion.

Finally, I said. “Pam, I never expected this, but this has been amazing. I could do this all night. You really surprised me.”

She just smiled and said, “I thought this was going to be just a reward for you for last Monday, but the more we talked tonight, the more I knew I could try anything I wanted with you, and I would be safe and protected, and not judged.”

“Wow. I said. That might be the best thing anyone has ever said to me. And you are safe with me always. I continued. You are a stunningly beautiful woman, who is so smart and talented, that you should be confident and bold about anything you want to do. You can’t let the assholes of the world get to you. I’m glad I was there for you.”

Pam got choked up for a second and said, “You’re right. I’m never going to let someone get to me like that again. But I have one more favor to ask you if it’s okay?”

“Anything.” I replied.

With that, she straddled my mouth and lowered herself onto my tongue. I parted her pink lips and used my mouth to the best of my ability until she ground her pussy onto my face, jamming my head into her as hard as she could while she came.

When we woke up in the morning, we had one last go round, slow and easy, savoring every moment together. She had to go class, and I needed to get home, so we parted ways, knowing we would do this again.

Tuesday night when I went to work, Kay was waiting for me with a big smile on her face.

“Did you get your reward?” She asked.

“I don’t kiss and tell. I said. But lets say I had a nice Sunday dinner.”

Kay quipped. “I heard the chicken was great, but the dessert was even better.”

I laughed at that, and didn’t say another word, letting my smile do the talking.

Kay followed up by saying. “She’s fallen hard for you. She told me she thinks she is falling in love. Don’t hurt her Bob. She might be confusing lust for love.”

I responded by saying, “I have news for you Kay, I’m falling for her as well. She’s the best thing that has happened to me in a long time. And don’t worry. I would never hurt her.”

I went home that night with plans to see Pam the next night. We had talked on the phone and she wanted me to come over again. I wanted to take her out, but she insisted. I finally agreed but on the condition that I would cook for her this time.

The next day, I did my usual routine, got everything done and spent the afternoon relaxing and thinking about what to cook that night. Suddenly, the phone rang, and I noticed it was from an area code I didn’t know. I was going to ignore it, but something in my brain told me not to. When I answered, it was the theater company I had auditioned for in Phoenix. They told me that they loved my audition and they wanted me to come down there and start a cross country tour after a months rehearsal. They said I needed to be there in two weeks, and needed to know my answer within twenty four hours. I was stunned, but told them I would call them back by Thursday afternoon with my answer.

I went to Pam’s that night with a heavy heart, not knowing how to tell her, and when I knocked on the door, she saw the look on my face and knew something was wrong. I figured no bull shit was the way to go, so I told her what happened and waited for her reaction. To my surprise, she didn’t break down, and was actually very stoic about the whole situation.

She gave me a deep kiss, and said, “Bob, a week ago, I would have lost it, but because of what happened I found an inner strength I didn’t know I had. Take the job, and if we’re meant to be then it will happen. If not…”

Now it was my heart that was torn in two. I didn’t know if I was doing the right thing, but I knew I would always wonder if I didn’t go to Phoenix. We never ate that night but instead went straight to bed, and made love for hours. The last thing Pam did for me was let me take her ass cherry the next morning. I’m not even sure she enjoyed it, but it was almost like she was completing the circle from where it all started.

The last time we worked together, she came up to me with a devilish grin on her face and told me, “I’m going to wait until you’re gone for a week, but then I’m going to tell John everything you and I did. I’m also going to tell him I liked him up until that night and it could have been him.”

I lost it with laughter to the point that I had tears rolling down my face. I knew I never had to worry about Pam again. We never saw each other after that. I’ve had a pretty good career in all kinds of media and entertainment, but I’ve always wondered if she was the one that got away.

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The fragment of meteorite had lain undisturbed for tens of thousands of years in the Arizona desert.

Thousands of similar fragments had, over time, been washed away, irretrievably buried, kicked, driven over, or in some way shifted, eliminating any vestige of the spores which had filled surface cracks and imperfections in its surface.

This particular fragment had survived, unmoved and untouched. Its exposed surface was devoid of spores but, where the fragment was half buried in the sandstone, the spores, hundreds of them, remained intact.

Despite contact with insects and subterranean invertebrates, the spores had remained dormant and reacted no differently than the specks of dust they resembled.

The fragment had been passed countless numbers of times by humans. Early Native American tribes; Hopis, Zunis, and Navajo. Mappers, explorers, surveyors and archeologists. Soldiers, hunters, hikers and tourists.

In point of fact, in 1903, U.S. President Theodore Roosevelt himself passed within 200 yards of the fragment’s resting place.

In the summer of 2010 however, the fragment caught the interest of Austin Bradley, professor of Archeology at Bradford State.

He was planning on visiting his sister Donna, and her daughters, in Winslow and he was sure that her oldest daughter Angela would find it intriguing.

After loosening the fragment from the surrounding sandstone, he lifted it from the desert floor.

The pad of Professor Bradley’s right index finger came in contact with the spores.

URGENT CARE

Shawna Fowler, MD was assigned the 3 to 11 shift at the Winslow Urgent Care facility. It had been a reasonably uneventful afternoon where she had seen only two patients; a 56 year-old man with a minor laceration on his arm requiring several stitches, and an eight year-old boy with an upset stomach from taking his birthday present, a large box of chocolates, up to his room when no one was watching. (He had eaten over half the contents before it started to affect him.)

Now, at 8:00 p.m., she saw a silver SUV pull up in front of the office. An obviously agitated middle-aged woman exited the driver door. A much younger woman, who also appeared upset, stepped out of the right rear passenger door.

A man appeared to be slumped against the front passenger door.

Dr. Fowler came out of the building to see if they needed assistance.

“Please! We need a wheelchair.” The older woman frantically called to the doctor. “He’s really sick.”

Dr. Fowler retrieved a wheelchair from the office and assisted the women in getting the man into the chair, and into an examining room.

The women helped Dr. Fowler by holding his shoulders to the examining table and talking comfortingly to him as Shawna stripped the man down to his boxers.

Other than keys in his jeans pocket she could find no wallet or other identification. She did not find the meteorite fragment in the watch pocket.

As she examined the man she questioned the women to get as much information as she could.

Apparently the women, a mother (Margaret “Maggie” Sloane) and her 27 year old daughter (Stephanie Sloane, though her friends called her Stef), were traveling to Thoreau, New Mexico to visit family. They had just passed through Winslow when they saw the man stumbling through the brush some fifty feet off of the highway.

Their initial thought was that the man was drunk and they decided not to take any chances by stopping.

Maggie had only driven a short distance when she began feeling guilty and had turned the car around. Stephanie was concerned about getting involved but her mother convinced her that she only wanted to make sure the man was okay and not hurt. Even so she had gotten her pepper spray out of her handbag in case she needed it.

When they got back to where they had first seen the man they saw that he had made it to the side of the road and no further. He lay face down on the asphalt.

Both women had approached him cautiously but immediately could tell that the man was severely distressed. His breathing was erratic and labored. He was soaked in sweat and he appeared to suffer convulsions every few minutes.

They had tried to call 9-1-1 but neither one could get a cell signal.

It was Stef who had recalled seeing the URGENT CARE sign back in Winslow so they decided they had to get him into their car and get him help as soon as possible.

They had driven him as fast as possible and it appeared that the man was doing much better by the time they arrived at the medical facility.

Still, he was completely unresponsive and, they both were afraid he was going to die. They also wanted to know if Dr. Fowler had any idea what was wrong topkapı escort with him and if they had exposed themselves to anything that was going to make them sick as well.

Dr. Fowler had checked the man’s vitals when he had first arrived. His blood pressure was extremely high as were his pulse and respiration. He was cold and clammy and was suffering from intermittent spastic responses.

Now, as she checked his vitals again, not ten minutes later, she was completely surprised by the results. Pulse, heart rate, respiration, blood pressure, and temperature were all normal.

Even more amazing was the difference she noted in the man’s overall condition from the time she had moved him into the examining room until now. The profuse sweating had stopped and the man showed no signs of convulsions or spasticity. He appeared to be sleeping normally with absolutely no signs of discomfort.

Dr. Fowler thanked the women for taking time to tend to, and transport, the patient to her facility. She also assured them that she did not believe that he was suffering from any type of communicable malady. She did take their contact information so that she could advise them of the test results later in the morning.

Maggie and Stef were about to leave the observation room when they heard noises coming from the man on the examining table. All three women were shocked and surprised when the man suddenly began to moan and unconsciously slipped his hand inside of his boxers and began to stroke himself.

THE SPORE

The spore’s reaction to Austin Bradley’s touch was amazingly fast.

Sebum secreted from the sebaceous glands in Austin’s fingertips was instantly recognized as coming from a warm-blooded mammal. The spore opened and released the single celled organism which in turn travelled through the gland and embedded in the dermis.

The internal reactions from that point forward were nothing short of miraculous.

The organism surrounded a skin cell choosing it, for all intents and purposes, as an “egg”. Within moments it had “fertilized” the cell and the organism’s DNA began to map the host nucleus.

Once the organism mapped the host DNA it began replicating cells at an astonishing rate.

Even more remarkable was the fact that the replicated cells did not attach to form a mass or tumor at the original site. The new cells were absorbed into capillaries in Austin’s fingertip and distributed thoughout his body by way of his vascular system.

Initially the alien DNA caused Austin’s body to react violently. Many of his autonomic nervous systems responded to the alien invasion harshly. His breathing, heart rate, temperature, and blood pressure all took severe swings from normal. These changes resulted in uncontrolled convulsions and seizures.

The alien cells, having mapped Austin’s DNA, began to quickly adapt to regulate these functions back to a normal range. The organism had no intention of losing its first host after so many thousands of years in limbo.

Each cell had a specific destination and a specific purpose. Some eventually lodged in Austin’s hypothalamus and pituitary glands. Others implanted themselves along his spinal column. Still others moved to his testis and co-mingled amongst his sperm.

Thousands of cells traveled to locations near the sweat glands of Austin’s body. There they would create chemicals designed to trigger the release of powerful gonadatrophic hormones in whoever came in contact with his skin.

The organism was singular in its purpose. Survival.

Millions of years of evolution had produced the perfect symbiotic organism. In order to survive it needed host organisms and plenty of them. It needed to be spread quickly and easily. It needed to ensure that its placement was secure and protected. Most of all it needed to avoid causing harm to its hosts.

Trial and error, and untold millennia of adaptation, had resulted in the perfect delivery mechanism, mammalian sexual activity.

SO NEAR AND YET SO FAR

Austin was only semi-conscious of his surroundings and had no idea where he was. He felt strange but also surprisingly good.

He was having the strangest dream.

He was a small catlike creature. He was sauntering through high grasses. It was near nightfall. Three of the seven moons were high in the sky. He heard a noise causing him to freeze in his tracks. All of his senses were on high alert.

He could hear nothing except for the breezes rustling through the field.

He began to sniff at the air. He immediately smelled her. A fertile female.

Immediately he felt the familiar stiffening and it felt exhilarating. He moved in the direction of the scent. He could smell her arousal too. This stiffened him all the more. All fourteen appendages along his thorax and abdomen were almost fully extended, their tips wet in anticipation.

He sniffed again. She was close, very close, and the aroma of her sex was working him into aksaray escort a frenzy. He had to have her, and he was going to have her. All of his senses were in high gear to accomplish that end.

A break in the grasses appeared and there she was. The holes in her back looked like panting mouths. A dark fluid seeped from each one making a gurgling sound that excited him to the breaking point.

He pounced onto her, each of his members frantically seeking an opening. In some cases two or three attempted to force their way into the same hole.

It felt so good, so tight. If he could just make it tighter and move faster he knew he wouldn’t last long.

To his surprise the female below him made a loud noise that he had never heard before.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” The noise shrieked.

His mind had no comprehension of the unfamiliar sound. Not that he cared.

One of his sexual organs was hardening even more than usual and he was gripping it so tightly that…

Austin’s mind cleared instantly.

He was lying on a bed in a brightly lit room. A woman stood near him. The stethoscope draped across her shoulders suggested a medical professional, probably a doctor. She had a bewildered look on her face.

In the background, roughly four paces behind the doctor, stood two more women.

The older of the two was staring at his hand, watching it urgently move inside his boxers. She was frantically massaging her breasts through her blouse; her tongue flicking across her lips in sexual anticipation.

The younger woman had opened her jeans and her hand was moving just as feverishly inside of her cute little powder blue panties. She curled a finger into her vaginal opening and moaned unabashedly.

Dr. Fowler turned when she heard Stephanie moan and was mesmerized by the sight of Maggie and Stef, oblivious to their surroundings, pleasuring themselves; Maggie, as she watched her patient masturbate; and Stef, who was staring directing at Shawna in pure unadulterated lust.

Dr. Fowler felt a warm rush all through her body, and then, several shivers as she realized just how exciting the scene was before her. She began to grope and paw at her body too. She couldn’t help it. It just felt so good.

Austin was aroused like he had never been before in his life. Three women were masturbating around him in wanton abandon. They wanted to be fucked. They needed to be fucked. Austin’s sperm-laden balls and blood-engorged club were not going to disappoint.

Austin stood up and removed his boxers. His rigid cock stood straight out, pointing at its first and closest target, Dr. Fowler.

SHAWNA FOWLER

Dr. Fowler was taken aback by the sight before her.

It had been less than half an hour before when her patient had been brought into the center. There had been no doubt in her mind that thirty minutes ago the man had been in acute distress.

Now, not only did he appear perfectly healthy and fully alert, he was openly masturbating in front of her.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” She had cried out more in shock than anger.

The look on the man’s face when he heard her voice was even more disconcerting. He did not appear to recognize the voice or react to it.

He seemed to be a thousand miles away. (Actually she would have been even more surprised if she’d known his thoughts were actually over 72 trillion miles away!)

Only moments later his demeanor completely changed. She could actually see the recognition in his eyes as he came back from wherever he had been.

He may have recognized where he was. He may have recognized that she was a doctor. He may even have recognized that the other women were in the room. It hadn’t stopped his masturbating for even a second. He was in fact stroking himself harder and faster as he leered at her with obvious lust.

She was going to say something else but she had suddenly become aware that conditions in the room were rapidly changing.

For one thing the room seemed unusually hot, almost as if the air conditioning had stopped working.

The air smelled different too. She had become intensely aware of the variety of scents in the room. The normal smells of the medical facility, alcohol and other pungent odors, had been replaced by the arousing aromas of sweat, perfumes, and enticing body fragrances, both male and female.

Dr. Fowler was confused. To her right she saw Maggie, the older woman clawing at her clothes, attempting to discard them as quickly as possible. Her daughter was openly masturbating without any concerns of Dr. Fowler or her own mother being in the room.

The bottom of Stephanie’s T-shirt was bunched in the crook of her left arm. Her left forearm and hand were out of view under the tee but Dr. Fowler had no doubt that Stephanie was ferociously mauling her tits.

Stephanie’s mouth hung open and she was moaning non-stop. Her mother was doing the same thing not fulya escort five feet away.

Shawna Fowler’s mind boggled at the sights, sounds, and aromatic stimulants surrounding her.

She found herself undoing the ties to her surgical greens and swiftly moving her fingers into her now free-flowing pussy.

The touch of Austin’s cock tip against her right buttock was electric. She knew instantly what it was and why it was there. She quickly spread her legs, bent over fully at the waist, and grabbed her ankles.

It was fortunate that she was as wet and lubricated as she was. Austin wasted no time in shoving the length of his rigid pole deep inside of her dripping tunnel.

THE ORGANISM

The organism had made a complete and successful transference to this new host. It had found that it was optimally designed for the organism’s survival.

Unlike other mammal hosts to which it was accustomed, this mammal reacted to a wide variety of sexual stimuli. A number of internal organs reacted and the host’s glands secreted a complex series of hormones that controlled its sexual reactions.

The organism stimulated these glands and controlled the amounts and frequency of their release. In some cases it genetically modified the chemical balances in the hormones. They became far more potent, and caused the host’s body and sexual organs to react in a far superior fashion than they ever had before.

The organism could translate the host’s electrical impulses within its nervous system. It could recognize how the human body interpreted sexual stimuli. It would increase stimuli that that the host found pleasurable and decrease or completely block unwanted or unnecessary stimuli.

All of the host’s sensory faculties were heightened in this manner.

In the case of Austin Bradley sexual stimulation, even while he was semi-conscious, had begun when Dr. Fowler had removed his clothing to begin her examination. The feel of his clothes coming off; the freeing of pressure on his cock when his jeans were removed; the scent of the doctor’s perfume; even the touch of her skin against his as she took his pulse, were pleasant sensations that the organism recognized.

Unbeknownst to Maggie and Stef, their stimulation had begun even sooner. Genetically enhanced hormones in Austin’s sweat were transferred to them when they had helped him into their car. A short time later Dr. Fowler had come in contact with the sweat as she helped the mother and daughter transfer Austin into the Urgent Care facility.

Though not as powerful as the organism’s reactions in Austin’s body, the hormones and chemicals which had been rapidly absorbed through their skin, acted like a powerful aphrodisiac.

Once stimulated, the women’s own bodies began to release hormones of their own. The absorbed chemicals magnified the effects of these hormones as well.

The results were, to say the least, effective.

Shawna Fowler had never felt anything like the cock on which she was impaled. One moment she felt so empty and the next her pussy was so completely filled that she couldn’t imagine the penis being able to cum in her.

“Where could it possibly go?” Her fevered brain attempted to reconcile.

Then Austin pulled back and shoved forward so hard that his cocktip flattened against her cervix. Shawna lost all comprehensible thought at that moment and simply succumbed to Austin’s relentless onslaught of twists and thrusts.

MAGGIE SLOANE

Maggie Sloane wanted this man so much she was practically unable to move.

Watching the man on the examining table masturbating, even though she could not see his cock, had caused her pussy to gush warm fluid that had totally soaked her panties.

Maggie would never admit it to her daughter but just touching the man had been arousing to her.

She had “accidentally” squeezed his ass and groped his crotch as she helped him into and out of her car. There was something about his inability to respond that gave her a sense of power.

Now watching him pleasure himself was intolerably exciting. She was going to fuck him. Of that she was sure. It would be on her terms though. He was going to make her feel REAL good before he put his sword in her sheath.

“Oh yeah honey.” Maggie’s fevered mind thought as her first orgasm washed over her. “REAL good!”

Her fingers flew around her clit and pushed past her swollen labia, pistoning in and out as she imagined the man slamming his cock into her “special place”.

She had just completed her second orgasm when the man had walked up behind the doctor and rammed his cock into her without thought or hesitation.

It had put her over the edge again and, as the orgasmic sensations raced through her body for the third time, she collapsed to the floor where she continued to watch the copulating couple, fingering herself slowly as she awaited her inevitable turn.

Maggie’s daughter, Stef, was having a completely different reaction.

Though the hormones and chemicals had the desired effect, Stef was not physically attracted to the man.

Stef’s hormones had already started working on her body when she first laid eyes on Shawna Fowler.

From the moment she first saw her, in her mind’s eye, she saw herself with her favorite strap-on making Shawna Fowler squeal like she was now.

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One of the nice things about living where I do, is that, even though it is a single family home neighborhood, many things are an easy walking distance away.

I had changed banks recently. And it so happened that they had a branch in the strip center that was all of an 8 minute walk from my house. A dry cleaner, a few restaurants, and some other retail stores were there as well.

When I had opened my account there, I was sitting at one of the desks waiting on Mike, one of the account reps, to come back with some photocopies.

As I sat there, a woman walked out from behind the teller counter area. My eyes suddenly became preoccupied with her figure. About five foot ten, probably about 160lbs, chesty, shoulder length brown hair, and wearing a pleated skirt with small pleats. I would guess maybe thirty years old. My forty five year old dick nearly jumped out of my pants.

I had always had this thing for nice pleated skirts with the tiny pleats in them. The more easily flowing the material, the better. I don’t know what the visual was doing to my brain, but it was definitely sexual stimuli for me.

She sat down at another desk not far away. She glanced my way, and caught me staring. I did my best to appear like I wasn’t. I smiled and gave a little hand wave. Failing miserably, I looked away and put my hand on my head like I had an intense migraine. Great. Now she thinks I am some sort of staring creeper. Good job there Ace.

Mike wanders back with paperwork and photocopies. “Ok, I need you to sign the highlighted areas. I will put all your copies in a folder to take with you.” He says.

I sign off on them, and get the usual batch of starter checks and he hands me the folder with all my paperwork.

“So can you do auto loans and home equity loans here as well, or do I have to go to the main branch?” I asked him.

“Yes, we can get that all started here. It all eventually goes through the main branch, but we can get all the paperwork going and in most cases, you don’t need to go to the main office for anything usually.” He says.

“Is there anything else we can do for you today?” Mike says.

“No, that’s all for now. Thanks for the help.” I say.

I get up and shake his hand. “If you have any questions, my card is in the folder.” He says.

“Ok. Thanks. Have a good day.” I say. And with that I get up to walk out. Miss hot banker also got up and our paths crossed. She paused to let me walk by, which I was anxious to do before I turned beet red.

Instead, I stopped and turned to her. “Hi. I have to apologize. I didn’t mean to be staring earlier.”

I held out my hand. “My name is Darik.” I said.

She smiled and said, “Hi. I’m Linda. Oh no problem. I’m used to the glances at my age.” She said, laughing a bit. “Did you get all your things taken care of?” She asked.

“Yes, thanks. Mike took care of everything.”

“Great. Well let me give you my card, in case he’s not in.” She said, reaching to the desk for her card.

Handing the card to me, she says, “The branch hours are on the back.”

I notice she is not wearing a wedding ring.

“Thanks Linda. It was a pleasure to meet you,” I said, looking her in the eye, and then letting my eyes drift lower to her cleavage and back up, intentionally.

“You too” she said, smiling with a bit of a knowing look in her eye.

And so off I went, with visions of her breasts in my hands and my tongue buried in her pussy. Goodness. I think I was getting a hard on.

Over the next month or so, I make it a point to stop into the bank and get a printout of my account activity. Not that I needed it. I didn’t. But it gave me the opportunity to chat up Linda a few times. Sometimes she was busy with customers and I just enjoyed the view. I knew she caught me looking more than once.

Weeks passed and I was busy with work. The weather was getting nice. Fall was coming. Some of the leaves were starting to drop off the trees.

I had been thinking about getting a different bakırköy escort truck. The one I had was getting very high miles on it. So I started checking around. It looked like I could pick up a fairly decent newer one for about twelve thousand. I would need to take out a small loan for it. No big deal. I had about five thousand to put down on it.

Saturday came around and I decided to walk over to the bank to see about an auto loan. Mike was there and available. So he got all the paperwork started. Linda was busy with customers.

Mike and I finished up the paperwork on the auto loan. He said they would let me know within a day or two. So I left and walked back home to do some yard work.

Wednesday came around and I hadn’t heard anything from the bank yet. I decided to call. Mike was not in. Apparently he had some vacation time he was using. So I got to talk to Linda after being on hold a few minutes.

“Hi Derik. It’s Linda. How are you today?”

“Great.” I said. “How’s life in banking land?”

“Oh it’s busy here as usual. This location is proving to be popular.” She said.

“I can see why. It’s an easy walk for anyone in the subdivision here. I always walk there myself.” I said.

“Oh for sure. I imagine there are others who do the same.” She said. “So what can I help you with today?”

I said, “Well Mike was getting together an auto loan for me, but I had not heard back yet.”

“Oh okay, let me go over to his desk and see if he has the file there.” She said.

After a minute or so she picks up the phone again, “Okay, I have it. He has a note here…let me see… Oh I see, there is another form here that he needed you to sign.” She said.

“Ohh, hmm, I thought we got all the paperwork done. Dang. Well…” I said, pondering.

“I do apologize for the oversight. Since you’re close by, I could just bring it to you tomorrow on my lunch break if that would work.” She said.

“That would be great. What time were you thinking?” I inquired.

“How about 1pm?” She said.

“Ok, yes, that should work fine.” I said.

“Alright then, I will see you tomorrow. Once that is signed, the main office will process everything quickly.” She said.

“Very good. Then I will see you tomorrow.” I said.

“Sounds good. Have a great day. Bye now.” She said.

As I hung up, visions of her tits in my mouth and her ass in my hands danced through my head. Would she? Might she? Was there time? Thoughts raced around in my head.

That evening after work, I cleaned up the house. Got the bath all cleaned, and the bedroom. Found a nice scented candle that I could use. Talk about not being prepared for a potential opportunity.

I got washed up around 10pm, usual shave and shower. I shaved my balls nice and smooth, and neatly trimmed the hair around the base of my cock.

I laid in bed thinking about her in that pleated skirt. As I drifted off to sleep, my hands were on her hips…

Morning came. I woke with a very nice hard on as usual. Stretching, I reached and grabbed my cock and stroked it slowly, hoping the day would be memorable.

Driving to work I wondered what Linda would be wearing today. Thankfully I have a flexible lunch schedule, and did not work far from home.

The morning seemed to drag on in the office. While I was doing some bookkeeping, I pondered the last time I had an orgasm. It had been at least a week, possibly ten days since I last masturbated. Too long for sure.

By the time 11am rolled around, I was busy as a bee at the keyboard. Numbers, numbers and more numbers danced across the screen. The printer hummed as reports printed.

I let other people know I was taking lunch a bit later today. It worked out fine. I was able to catch up on a few things in the meantime.

As the clock came round to 12:45, I finished my last entries. And five minutes later I was out the door getting in my car. Made the quick drive to my house. şirinevler escort I went in, and lit a candle in the kitchen for some ambiance. Patchoulli I think was the scent.

I got cleaned up quickly in the bath. Looking good, smelling good, feeling good. I pulled my cock out and started stroking. As it reached for the sky, the doorbell rang. I tucked back into my slacks, bulge clearly evident, and went to the door.

I opened the door and Linda was there, paper in hand. I smiled and opened the door.

“Come on in.” I said.

“Hi again. I hope this is not too much trouble.” she said.

“Not at all.” I said. “You look very nice today.”

She was wearing a summer dress, with white stockings. The front buttons on it undone enough for me to see her ample cleavage.

“Thank you.” She said, glancing at her feet and mentioning her new shoes. As she raised her head, she noticed my prevalent bulge. Clearing her throat a bit, she says, “Well being so close by makes things convenient for sure.”

“How long do you normally take for lunch?” I asked.

“Oh an hour typically.” She said. “It’s nice to have a bit more time to relax.”

“Yes, indeed. Well, come sit in the living room. May I get you an iced tea?”

“Oh I don’t want to bother you.” She said.

“No worries. I’m single, so having a guest is a nice break from the normal alone at home routine.” I said.

I go to the kitchen and pour a small glass with ice. I bring it out to her. She is sitting on the sofa.

Handing it to her, I can’t help but look at her nice legs.

“Thank you. So here is the paper you need to sign and then the main branch will finish processing it.” She said.

After looking it over, I grab a pen off the table and sign and date the form. And then sit on the chair next to the couch, which gives me a nice view of her legs.

“How do you like your house?” She inquires.

“It’s fine for me. Big enough. The rooms are all a bit small, but I don’t have a lot of stuff.” I said.

“I like cozy she says. Do you mind if I take my shoes off? They are still not broken in yet.” She asks.

“No, not at all.” I say.

She leans forward and her tits are barely restrained by her bra as she leans down and takes off each shoe. I think she knew exactly what she was doing to me.

“It’s such a nice day out today isn’t it. I always like days like this.” She said, as she leaned back on the couch and moved her left foot up onto the couch and reached down to rub it a bit. In doing so, I got a clear view of her beige lace panties.

My cock went to full erection mode.

“So did your deposit go through okay when you opened the checking account?” She asked, lowering her leg.

“Yes, it did. No trouble there.” I said.

“For some accounts we have, there are penalties for early withdrawals.” She said, looking at my crotch now.

If that wasn’t a green light, I don’t know what was.

I cleared my throat a bit and said, “Let me show you the house.” I got up, and held out my hand for her.

She took my hand and stood up. We walked down the hall, I pointed out the bath on the left. And then we walked right into the master bedroom.

“This is the main bedroom. Small but comfortable.” I said.

“Linda walks up close to me and says, “Oh it’s not so small.” And I feel her hand on my crotch as she rubs the length of it.

“I meant what I said about early withdrawals. How do you feel about making another deposit now?” She says looking at me.

“Oh can I ever.” I say.

My hands land on her hips and I pull her to me. As we kiss her perfume fills my senses. She immediately undoes my belt and unbuttons my slacks. Our tongues are intertwined.

My hands are all over her tits. Our breathing is intense. Linda gets on her knees and pulls out my eight inch shaft. It’s dripping already. She takes it in her mouth and sucks me deep, hand on my balls, rubbing them. She pops the buttons güngören escort on her dress as she sucks me. Her sheer bra covered tits coming into full view. She stops sucking me as my balls tighten up.

“My my, you are ready to pop aren’t you naughty man.” She says.

She gets up and unbuttons the rest of her dress and lets it fall. What a body! Wow. Holy wow.

My eyes are transfixed on her glorious curves as she gets on the bed. She spreads her stocking clad legs and massages her pussy through her lace panties.

I pick up her one leg, and kiss it, all the way to her crotch. I lay down watching her fingers rub her pussy lips. Her sweet snatch is just one bit of fabric away from my tongue. She pulls her panties to the side and my mouth hungrily lands on her pussy. Lapping at it like a dehydrated dog.

“Oh fuck.” She says gasping, as my lips suck on her clit. Wonderful pussy wetness. Tastes exactly like a turned on pussy should. My dick is throbbing in anticipation. My dick dripping on the bed in anticipation. Linda starts to shake and hold her breath. “Oh…OH…” She gasps and stiffens, as my tongue sucks her clit and two fingers glide into her.

She grabs my head and pulls it to her as she cries out with pleasure. Waves of orgasmic bliss fill her. My tongue stays with her bucking hips, rolling her into more orgasms as my hands hold her nice ass from underneath.

She pulls me up to her and kisses me. Her pussy juice all over my face. My cock pressing against her lace panties. She hurriedly reaches down and pulls her panties aside and my dick slowly slides in to her hot wet box.

“Ohhh God YES…fuck! She says. “Fuck my pussy, fill me with your cum! Fuck me!

She grabs me around the back and pulls her knees back and I pound her deep. She is so tight. My cock is in wonderland. I manage about fifteen deep strokes. She knows I am going to bust my nut.

Linda’s nails dig into my shoulders, and she shudders. “Cum in my pussy! Fill me now!” She begs.

My balls contract and my cock throbs as my cum shots flood into her hot box. I’m moaning. She is moaning and shaking. I drive my shaft deep and hold it in her as the last contractions of my shaft pump all my cream into her.

We lay there in breathless sweaty passion. I kiss her again. She reaches down and grabs my ass, pulls me forward and grinds herself into my spent cock, milking it for all it’s worth.

“Holy fuck that was good.” She said, her chest heaving.

“I didn’t want to get any early withdrawal penalty.” I said smiling.

“Damn right.” She said laughing.

Letting out a deep long sigh, she looks at her watch and says, “I need to get back.”

I roll off of her and

Pulling her panties back over her cum soaked pussy, she gets up. “Well, back to work for me. I need to use your bath for a minute.” She says, grabbing her dress and heading to the hall bath.

I get up and put my clothes back on. I meet her in the living room. She looks quite relaxed and happy. Then again, so do I.

Sitting down on the sofa she puts her new shoes back on. She picks up the paper I signed, and we walk to the front door. She turns and says, “I really enjoyed that. Thank you.”

In a serious tone she then says, “I hope our branch can be of more service to you in the future.”

We both laugh and give each other a big hug and a kiss. “I can still smell my pussy on your face naughty man.” She says.

“I hope it won’t be the last time.” I say smiling.

“We’re all about customer service.” She says with a big smile.

And off she goes down the front steps. I wave.

Looking at my watch, I sigh and get ready for heading back to work myself.

I think I am definitely going to be liking the banking services at this new branch.

As I walk back into the office, Darla, the new accounts rep says, “Welcome back slowpoke. How was lunch?”

“It was the best lunch I had all year.” I replied.

“Oh. What did you have?” Darla asked.

“A very satisfying lunch.” I say with a smile.

“So basically three day old leftovers then.” Darla said sarcastically.

“No, today I had a very healthy lunch.” I said.

And with that, I dive into more stacks of paperwork at my desk. Instead of numbers on the screen, I keep seeing Linda’s lace panties.

The rest of the day went by quick.

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