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I am a good golfer, but for some reason I had never reached my potential. It always seemed that something would go wrong and I would end up letting the first mistake frustrate me and cause more mistakes. Because of that I could play with all the other good women golfers until tournaments. Then I would eventually turn into a basket case, piling error on error until I was ready to cry.

I had entered the club tournament again this year and I was both looking forward to it and dreading it. I looked forward for the chance to compete, but I dreaded that first big error that always seemed to snowball into disaster. Usually my husband caddied for me but this year he was out of town and couldn’t. I depended on his support and I was somewhat depressed when I found out I was going to have to find some to caddie for me.

I played some practice rounds before the tournament started, trying several of the caddies. I didn’t really find one that I liked, but the last one intrigued me. He complimented my game and told me that he didn’t understand why I hadn’t won the club woman’s championship. I told him how I always seemed to self-destruct during the rounds and he told me that if I took one tip from him a day, he would guarantee that I would improve. I laughed. I had taken lessons from the golf pro and he hadn’t been able to move me past the mistakes that had plagued my game. The young man again guaranteed results. I told him if he could improve my game so that I at least was better than I had been I would give him a wish that he could claim. But I told him, nothing sexual. He grinned at me and agreed.

The first day I teed off and was my usual self, playing well until the twelfth hole when I hit into the trees. I hadn’t heard from my game-improving caddie yet and I was really down, feeling that the error I had just made was the start of my usual downfall. As we walked to my ball he was silent. When we found it and started looking for a way out of trouble he leaned close to me.

“First tip and don’t forget your promise.”

I was startled and looked at him. He pointed to a small gap in the trees and had me line up for that gap. Then he smiled at me.

“Move your back foot back and close your stance.”

He handed me a six iron.

“Keep your hands down and back and punch the ball through the opening.”

I had never had anyone tell me this. I adjusted my stance, kept my hands low and back and swung. The ball sailed through the opening and hooked slightly, bouncing, then rolling onto the front of the green.

“Remember that shot. I will take my payment later.”

I made my two puts for par and smiled at him.

“That was worth a payoff.”

He just smiled at me.

I kept playing and although I wasn’t one of the leaders, I was well within striking distance when I sank my last put! I was ecstatic! I asked him what my payoff was going to be. He just smiled and asked me to return to the club at dusk. I had a couple of drinks with friends and then dinner. As dust arrived I was standing in the parking lot. My caddie walked up.

“Ready to pay for your tip?”

I was a little nervous, but nodded yes. He took my hand and led me to the building were the caddies lockers were. No one else was around.

“Don’t worry Mrs. Johnson, nothing is going to happen to you that you won’t live through and you don’t have to worry about sex, I promise.”

I felt a little better as he led me around the side of the building. Several of the caddies were there and I was introduced to all of them. It was light enough to see. I stood as my caddie smiled at me.

“Mrs. Johnson, for my payoff, I’d like to see your underwear.”

I just looked at him in shock.

“I can’t do that!”

“Mrs. Johnson, you promised. I held up my end. Are you going to back out?”

He had me and I had never been known as some one who didn’t pay off.

“Let’s go somewhere else.”

“Nope, my payoff is right here.”

The other young caddies had heard everything. They were staring at me in anticipation. I turned bright red.

“Just hand me your shirt and shorts, Mrs. Johnson. You’ll still have as much a bikini on, won’t you?”

I didn’t bother to respond. I blushed. I undid the buttons on my polo shirt and slowly pulled it over my head. I held it in front of me briefly and then handed it to him. I quickly unbuttoned and unzipped my shorts and let them fall, stepping out of them. He held out his hand and embarrassed beyond anything I had felt before I bent and grabbed the shorts and handed them to him.

“Turn around.”

I gulped, but I turned around, slowly so they all could see. I was wearing a sports bra and full underpants, but I felt naked as I could feel several pairs of eyes glued to my body. My nipples hardened and made points in my sports bra, which embarrassed me even more. My caddie flipped my top and shorts behind him and bent. He picked up my purse, took my arm and began walking me back to the parking lot.

“Stop it! Some one might see me!”

“Wouldn’t that be kind of exciting, adana escort Mrs. Johnson?”

I realized that he was right. It would be exciting to be caught like this, but I didn’t want it to happen. Just the chance that I might be caught was exciting enough. I pulled him to the side and crept along. He still held my purse and my arm. My nipples felt as though they were going to explode. We got to the darker side of the parking lot. He handed me my purse.

“Walk to your car, but don’t open your purse until you are there. See you at one tomorrow.”

Then he gently patted my ass making me jump. I glared at him. Then I began walking between cars, bent over. I finally made it to my car and looked back. He was standing, smiling at me. I opened my purse and dug for my car keys. When I found them I was shaking. I took a look back. He was still there. I waved, unlocked my car and drove off in my underwear. I was scared to death all the way home and opened the garage before I entered the driveway. I didn’t get out of my car until the garage door had closed. Then I grabbed my purse and ran into the house. I dropped my purse on the kitchen table and then took several deep breaths.

Then I looked down at myself and started to laugh hysterically. My husband would never believe this! My friends would never believe this! I had removed my clothes in front of several young men, except for my underwear and then driven home in just my underwear! I was embarrassed and excited both. I ran upstairs and ran a bath. I stripped. I got in the bath after I had run down stairs naked and gotten a bottle of wine and a flute. I sat in the bath and drank wine and fondled my breasts and pussy (I am ashamed to say that), never orgasming, but coming close. When the water cooled, I got out, dried off and went to bed.

I woke up the next morning still in a state of shock at what I had done, but laughing secretly inside. I blushed as I looked at myself in the bathroom mirror. I had never done anything like that ever before! I took my time to pick out my clothes for the day and the round of golf I had to play that afternoon. Today I choose french cut underpants. I still wore a sports bra. I was too big on top to wear a regular bra and play golf. I chose my shirt and shorts and soon it was time to go to the club.

I was early and looked at the standings. Oh my god! I was in the championship flight! I was so excited. I sensed some one behind me and turned. It was my caddie. I blushed and smiled at him.

“Ready to go Mrs. Johnson?”

“Yes, I am. This is the best I have ever done.”

“It’ll just get better Mrs. Johnson. I promise. Same as yesterday? If I improve your game I get another wish from you, right?”

I wanted to say no, but something inside me stopped me.

“Ah, yes, I suppose.”

“That’s not very positive Mrs. Johnson.”

“Yes, if you can make my game better, you get a wish.”

“Thank you Mrs. Johnson. We had better get moving.”

I looked at my watch and scurried to the locker room. I hurriedly put on my golf shoes and hurried out. My caddie was watching for me and took me to the driving range. I waited for him to give me another tip, but he leaned back and watched as I hit balls. I was sort of angry, but after a bucket of balls I was over it.

My tee time came and off we went I was playing good again, holding my own. I usually hit a fade and the dogleg left holes gave me problems. We came to the first one and I teed up my ball. My caddie stepped up next to me.

“Mrs. Johnson, turn your top hand over and close the club face. Then just swing as you usually do.”

I wrinkled my forehead. I looked at my grip. I turned my top hand over. It looked funny. But, I thought, he has been right so far. I closed the clubface and swung as normally as possible, even though it felt strange. My tee shoot took off and then began to hook gently to the left. I watched it hook right around the corner of the hole and roll farther than I had ever hit it before. I turned to my caddie and gave him a big grin, and then I blushed. I remembered my promise. Oh shit! He grinned at me and took my club and started walking. I picked up my tee and wondered what I had gotten myself into.

By the time the eighteenth hole arrived, I was three behind the leaders in fourth place. I had never done so well. My playing partners were surprised at the new me. So was I! I had forgotten about my promise. I hit another long hook off the tee and was on the green in two. I made a medium putt for a birdie, pulling me within two strokes of the lead. I was so damn excited and sorry my husband wasn’t there to see me. My caddie took my putter and gave me a hug.

“See you at dusk Mrs. Johnson.”

I stiffened and blushed bright red. I looked at him. He smiled, a very cute smile. I could only nod; my voice had deserted me. He strolled away with my bag and I walked to the clubhouse.

I was only two out of the lead with one day to go. I should be jumping up and down. I was nervous instead. Even with the adıyaman escort nervousness, I felt my nipples hardening. Good god!

I had a couple of drinks in the bar and waited until the last group came in. Someone had passed me and I was in third but still only two strokes back. Then I had dinner, although I wasn’t really hungry. I hung around and had a couple more drinks, more for courage than anything.

At dusk I walked out to the parking lot. My caddie was there. He smiled. I sort of smiled. He took my arm and led me back to the caddie house. I was nervous as hell again, but thinking that he had already seen me in underwear. How bad could it be?

I gulped as we turned the corner. I think every young male caddie in the club was there tonight. I looked around then dropped my eyes to the ground. I was embarrassed already and I hadn’t done anything.

“Mrs. Johnson, just a little more tonight. I’d like your bra too.”

I gasped and stared at him. All the young men were grinning. My nipples hardened involuntarily. I didn’t believe him!

“Isn’t it worth where you are in the championship? And besides, you did promise.”

He had me. I thought about what I would be showing and then remembered those damn french cut underpants! Oh shit!

Trembling, I slowly removed my polo shirt and handed it to him. He smiled, everyone else there smirked. My shaking hands undid my shorts and I stepped out of them. My caddie bent over and picked them up, taking a long look at my underpants. I was bright red.

Trembling even harder I took the bottom of my sports bra and lifted it up and over my head. He took it from me as one of my arms covered my breasts. He looked and shook his head at me. Blushing harder I forced myself to lower the arm and exposed myself to all the caddies. I tan fairly well and it was very noticeable. My breasts were white patches in the tan skin on the rest of my body. My nipples were dark and hard against those white patches, very visible.

“Holy shit!

“Nice tits.”

“Look at those nipples!”

“Turn around Mrs. Johnson.”

I turned, regretting the french cut underpants. I knew that good share of my ass was hanging out, white against the tan skin of my hips and legs. A couple of low whistles came from behind me, making my face turn hot. I could bear this for how good my game was now, I really could, I told myself. I ended up facing them. My breasts were bare and they could hardly miss how hard my nipples were. I was really embarrassed!

“Mrs. Johnson, I am sorry, but those panties do not look good on you at all. If you had an all over tan it wouldn’t matter, but with your tan lines, well, it just looks funny.”

I stared at him, then at the others. I whispered to him.

“Not here.”

He smiled at me. He dropped my bra on my shorts and shirt, bent to pick up my purse and took my arm. We walked to the edge of the parking lot, this time the other side. I wanted to cry. I had parked where he had taken me the night before and now my car was all the way across the lot.

“Let’s make you look your best Mrs. Johnson.”

He knelt and set my purse down, then his fingers slid up my legs to my hips and waistband of my underpants. I stood still, trembling, my skin almost burning where he had touched me. I felt his fingers slip into the waistband of my underpants and whimpered. Then I felt them sliding down, past my hips, down my legs and to my ankles. I closed my eyes and then opened them. Looking down I saw him staring at my neatly trimmed bush. I could see the white triangle where my bikini covered me. It was bisected by a strip of brown, my hair, leading down to the vee of my legs. He looked at me long and hard and I felt my nipples harden even more. Then he gently turned me until my white ass was in front of his face. His fingers stroked the sides of my white ass and then down the cleft. I shivered.

“No sex, no sex.”

“Mrs. Johnson, didn’t I promise you, no sex? Now just bend over from the waist and take off those panties.”

My face heated even more. I had to move my feet apart to balance myself, whimpering as I realized how much more I would show like that. But I bent over and slipped my underpants off. His hand touched the small of my back. I shivered.

“Absolutely lovely Mrs. Johnson, absolutely lovely.”

I blushed, but I didn’t straighten up until he told me I could. I didn’t shave my pussy lips but I could imagine what he was seeing! I felt absolutely wet between my legs and my nipples stuck out like pegs. He gripped my hips gently and turned me to face him again. My feet were apart and he could easily see my lips and how they were glistening. I felt so dirty and so embarrassed. I felt him looking up. I looked down. He leant forward and kissed my hair right above my pussy. I shivered. He stood up and looked me in the eyes. I said nothing. He bent over and kissed each nipple, making them tingle in the night air.

“What’s the worst part of your game, Mrs. Johnson?”

I felt absolutely afyon escort nasty, standing near the club naked with him. And here he was asking me about my golf game as though I was dressed.

“Sand.”

“We’ll work on that tomorrow. Now walk to your car, no fishing for the keys until you reach it. Unlock the trunk, take off your shoes and socks, put them in the trunk and close it. Then you can go home. Good night.”

He handed me my purse and I stupidly began to walk away from him. My white ass winking in the moonlight. I was halfway there before I realized I was standing up straight. I hurriedly crouched down and scuttled the rest of the way. I crouched down by the trunk and found my keys. I unlocked it. I had forgotten about the trunk like and almost shrieked when it came on. I tried to hold the lid down and get my shoes off but I couldn’t do both. I let the lid go and hurriedly pulled off my shoes and socks, throwing them into the trunk and closing it. I remembered just in time not to slam the lid down.

I scurried to the driver’s door and opened it, gritting my teeth as the interior lights came on. I scrambled inside and shut the door, breathing hard. I couldn’t help it; I had to touch my nipples. Jesus, were they stiff! I started the car and slowly drove out of the club. I was a nervous wreck driving home. I was sure some one was going to see me naked. I don’t think anyone did, but I couldn’t be sure.

I didn’t get out of the car until the garage door closed again, but tonight I raced upstairs, lay on our bed and masturbated until I orgasmed. That embarrassed me even more. Just as my breathing became normal the phone rang.

“Mrs. Johnson?”

“Y-y-yes?”

“Don’t bother with underwear tomorrow.”

I heard the dial tone. He couldn’t be serious, could he? He couldn’t expect me to do that, could he? It took me a long time to go to sleep.

I woke the next morning naked and sprawled over our bed. If my husband only knew. Should I tell him? I didn’t know. Oh god. What would he think of me?

I showered and took out shorts and a top. Then I went to my underwear drawer. I looked at my naked body, at my underwear and then at my shorts and top. Nervous but grinning to myself, I dressed without a bra or underpants.

I hurried into the club. My caddie was there waiting for me. I got out of the car, feeling my nipples erecting beneath my shirt.

“Mrs. Johnson, let’s check to be sure you are following today’s dress code.”

“Not here!”

“Of course not Mrs. Johnson.”

He led me to the caddie shack. I just stumbled along beside him. When we got there, the caddies were waiting. I blushed. He took my purse and set it down. Then he lifted my shirt after pulling it out of my shorts. My breasts came into view and I heard some snickering and one low whistle. My breasts were big enough to hold my top up. It they hadn’t my nipples would have! I felt his hands at my shorts.

“Noooooo!”

“Dress code, Mrs. Johnson.”

He undid and unzipped my shorts. The caddies were staring in disbelief as he let go and they puddled around my ankles. I could have died! My face was bright red as they stared at me, naked from shoulders to ankles. He turned me about and I had to shuffle since my shorts had trapped my ankles. My white parts were out in the open, seen by most of the caddies! When I had shown them my ass and was back facing them, he allowed me to pull up my shorts and pull down my shirt. I could not have been more embarrassed as I looked over all the faces that had seen what my husband had only seen.

He finally led me back and I hit some balls to warm up and then we were off. I used the hook he had taught me and the trouble shot twice. The first time I was in a trap he just watched me. It took me two to get out and I was so frustrated I two putted. I was now four behind. The next hole was a par three. I hit into the trap off the tee. I was really frustrated now. As I looked at my ball in the sand he came up to me.

“Get your feet set good in the sand. Don’t try to pick the ball out, hit about three inches behind it and down. Use a full swing. Trust me.”

I stared at him. Where had he been at the last hole? I had nothing to lose. I did exactly as he told me. The ball exploded out of the trap and rolled within two feet of the hole. I putted for par. I jumped up and ran up to my caddie. I hugged him and then remembered that I didn’t have a bra on! He whispered in my ear.

“Wonderful, Mrs. Johnson, just wonderful.”

I blushed. My nipples were like pegs again.

I played the best round of my life, but unfortunately I couldn’t make up four strokes. I did finish second, though. I spent the rest of the afternoon having drinks and talking with friends, all of whom congratulated me on my fine showing, the best I had ever done.

At dusk I walked to caddie shack. My caddie hadn’t met me and I was curious. He was sitting there with several others. He smiled at me. He walked to me and took my purse. It hit the ground. My shirt was tugged out of my shorts and off, tossed behind me. I undid my shorts and let them fall, then stepped out of them. I turned, letting them see my bare ass, then I walked up to each one and let them have a good look, front and back. He made me sit down and removed my shoes and socks. Completely naked, I let them look some more.

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“Oh? Does your father know them?”

I knew the answer to my question before I had even finished asking it, let alone before the spoilt coquette had uttered her response. The four tennis courts we were standing adjacent to had been built at her elder sister’s request several years ago, but had seen little use for almost a decade until Svetlana had seemingly applied herself to the sport.

Every day, the nineteen year old socialite walked to the end of my employer’s estate, well secluded from the 15th Century manor house and sauntering past my small workshop. I had seen her every morning in her short, white tennis dress, eyeing her from my vantage point; I adored watching the seductive sway of the teenager’s hips as she strutted sexily down the path to the remote corner of the grounds.

Graceful. Provocative. Classy. She made my cock swell and my lips dry.

Only, I knew that she wasn’t going to play tennis. There were a few clues. The fact that she didn’t always bring a racquet to the courts was one, the champagne corks I found in the bushes was another. And that day, I noticed her dress rode up too high: she wasn’t wearing underwear.

So that day, I spied on her: subtly following the young lady and watching covertly, as she beckoned two men into the estate from the lane via side gate and took them to the lower tennis court. The bushes dug painfully into my skin as I silently manoeuvred myself into position to observe. I was spell-bound in shock and excitement as a six foot black body-builder seized her body, and wrapped his thick arms around her dainty frame.

They kissed; his tongue pushed into hers as she writhed underneath his strong grip, squirming under his powerful build. Her dress was hitched first to her back and then discarded onto the court. She simpered as he squeezed her young tits and man-handled her delicate young frame.

Her skin contrasted with his; her age too. Both of her visitors must have been ten or fifteen years her senior and I knew the Lord of the Manor would have been aghast if he could have seen his youngest cavorting with the two men. They didn’t look like Oxbridge graduates like his son-in-law or a ankara escort lawyer like his son! He would see them as disreputable: dressed in tatty tracksuits with paint splodges on their clothes. But status clearly meant nothing to her lust. She writhed under his tongue, squirming as he touched her pussy and held her naked skin tight to his body.

The other man – a short, bald-headed white guy – unzipped his faded jacket to parade his hairy chest. He squeezed her buttocks, caressing the glutes as his fingers slipped between her crack to openly finger her heaven.

She stood on tiptoes, parting her legs to present herself to them. Making her body more accessible and more desperate for their lustful attention. I could feel her desire radiating across the court. She wanted to be taken; the privileged girl was itching to be plundered by the two working class men. A shameless act of debauchery, a betrayal of her family morals.

Her hands pawed at her black partner’s trousers; she ignored his singlet barely hiding his muscles and hauled his tracksuit bottoms to the floor. He was commando. His dark cock swung free and her eyes widened at the sight of the veiny manhood bobbing into view.

The naked girl dropped to her knees, gripping the impressive dick. Her tongue floated across the tip of his penis as her fingers massaged the shaft, glancing up at him for approval.

His fingers twisted in her hair, forcing her mouth roughly onto his thick cock. She winced and spluttered as he rammed his manhood into her mouth, lewdly high-fiving his friend as the teenager was face-fucked. Her waist was pulled up as the second guy brazenly pushed his unfettered cock along her slit.

Her body ravaged from both ends by the violent thrusts of the two men, she groaned and squealed as she was spit-roasted. She muffled words of lust onto cock, they barked debauched approval at her ragged body. The slick wetness on their pricks as they forcefully rammed into both of her holes glistened in the morning sun. And they pounded her; she was nothing but a pair of orifices to them, ravaging her openings for their relief.

Her hands antalya escort grabbed his thighs; I captured the eager lust in her eyes, listened to the desperate squall in her voice as the black man pounded his cock into her mouth. He grunted, shuddered and withdrew, deliberately squirting his cum over her delicate face.

My erection throbbed. The sight of the prim and proper daughter debased in such a debauched fashion had my dick rising and my lust overflowing. I ignored the thorns digging into my skin or my duty to my employer, I was entranced by the young lady and captivated by the rampant sex.

Her tongue now free, she spoke; squealing loudly and obscenely at her bald-headed friend to fuck her harder. To take her and to fill her. To make her come. His skin slapped against hers, his trousers pooled at his ankles. The base lust in his loins sparkled as his unfettered cock drove passionately into her teenage cunt.

Then he came too: spewing his cum deep into her, with a relaxed grunt and a deep breath. She kissed them both; the naked teenager dripping cum onto her legs and the court as she retrieved a bottle of champagne from her bag. “To us,” she laughed as the cork was popped into the flowerbeds.

They drank from the bottle, swigging the ludicrously expensive alcohol as if it was cola, until the glass container was empty. She lay on the court, chatting to them; they talked about orgies and gangbangs, sexual positions and practices as if it was afternoon tea at the vicarage. They laughed, she seductively made promises and I waited: my heart throbbing as her black friend slowly inserted the empty bottle into her. She panted, closing her eyes as the bottle neck was worked into her cunt and then pressed deeper and deeper.

She swore as her body shivered with the sensations from her pussy, stretching to accommodate the bottle as he rammed it further and further into her, coating it with her moistness as it pleasured the young lady.

She whimpered and cried, panting as her flushed face, twisted. Her legs trembled, climaxing with a snatched cry and a shaking body.

They didn’t stop; the bottle was gaziantep escort replaced by their cocks and they pounded her until all three had come again, filling her cunt with more cum. I had not moved from my spot, watching the unbelievable sight was the two men kissed her, got dressed and slipped away via the side gate.

Tennis2 I scrambled free of the bushes, scratching my arms as I ran up to her. “I saw that. Are you OK?”

She scowled, seemingly annoyed at my forthright inference that she was troubled by the rampant sex. “Fine.”

“I mean, it looked …”

“They are my friends.” She interrupted. “You’re a man of the world,” she teased as her eyes twinkled. “You must know what a girl does with her special friends. Her very special friends. Well, two of them.”

“Oh? Does your father know them?”

“Of course he doesn’t,” she barked and glanced at my erection. “And I don’t want you to tell anyone! I can make it worth your while. I can buy your silence.” She winked, as she slipped her hand into my shorts. “You can be my special friend too.”

I groaned as her fingers swirled over my cock, pulling it gently as her thumb rubbed my purple tip. She applied calm strokes as she smiled into my expression, my frenzied lust stroked by her firm fingers on my cock. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you? Being my special friend. We could have so much fun together.”

Panting, I hummed, nodding my head. “That’s … nice!”

“And I do love the feel of your cock,” she whispered. “So long, and hard. I’m going to have fun bouncing off this and taking this in my mouth. Sucking you dry. When was the last time a girl sucked you? I always suck my special friends.” Her lips formed an “O” and she swirled her tongue around her mouth, seductively enticing my mind.

But it was her strokes taking me to an orgasm: the pull of my shaft, the swirling thumb over my glans and the naughtiness of the situation. We were in public, we were in her father’s garden and I was an employee. I couldn’t resist and my resolve exploded; filling her hands and my shorts with stickiness. I sighed, sated. She giggled, knowingly. “Tomorrow, 10am,” she whispered. “See who else wants to play tennis with me! Oh, and recycle that for me, Brian forgot to take it!”

And with me holding her champagne bottle, the tennis girl skipped towards the manor house, her short skirt riding up for me to take in the view.

Graceful. Provocative. Classy.

And damn sexy!

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Rob, in his bedroom, sat at the computer desk staring at the computer screen. The Tonight Show had just started on the muted TV. He was alone in the apartment.

Divorce from his father, his mother, Bonnie, went out once a month slumming, drinking and searching for a little TLC. It was almost a ritual with her. A realtor, she normally wore pantsuits, but once a month she dressed to the nines to attract the beneficiary of her feminine charms.

With his door open, Rob heard the entrance door unlock and open. He listened as his mother climbed the 16 stairs to their expansive apartment, originally the second floor of the large brick home.

The sound of her irregular footsteps, it was “her night out” and undoubtedly she was wearing high heels, told him what he had come to expect on such nights, that she was somewhat intoxicated, if not sloppy drunk.

She was early tonight, most times coming in around 2 or 3 o’clock in the morning.

At 49, Bonnie was not physically unattractive at 5’9″, 141lbs., straight blonde hair to her shoulders and brown eyes, but she did not have the face to go along with her fit, satisfactory proportioned frame. Knowing that her face was plain, if not homely, she felt herself not so desirable and used her female attributes to even the odds

Reaching the top of the landing, Bonnie saw her son’s door mostly open and a soft light, probably from the TV, told her that he was still awake. She walked to the door and looked in. She saw him sitting at the computer and took note of the TV.

“You still up?” She queried, ignoring the obvious.

“Afraid so! I’ve been trying to finish this Grant paper. I read, reread and read it again, but every time I print it out I find unreadable text. It’s not a clear mistake it is just jumbled letters. It’s pissing me off! I turn this thing in and people will think I’m an idiot. It would be nice if I could sign this thing “anonymous”, but then I would look like a coward.”

Then, “you’re home early tonight?” He queried, too, not mentioning the obvious, that she had had plenty of time to get soused. “I just finished having some pizza. I did not expect to home so early.”

She walked into the room.

Rob appraised his mother’s attire; a straight mature skirt of tweed colored wool, black heels and skin colored nylon hose, a heavy cotton, bright red sweater that made her breast a prominent feature and large gold colored earrings. Her makeup was heavy and her lipstick two shades darker than the sweater.

To Rob, she looked like a typical streetwalker in an upscale New York City setting!

“Friday night is not a weeknight, silly?” She retorted. “But I won’t deny that the local bars or slow as hell tonight.”

Rob thought, ‘you mean the 4 bars within walking distance. Surely, over the years you have fucked every man that haunts those places. If you only knew there was no need to demean yourself, I would be more than happy to take care of your itch.

She walked over to the window. “And, if you haven’t noticed, it’s beginning to snow. I almost busted my ass getting up the walk!”

“The weatherman is right for a change!”

Bonnie walked out of her son’s small bedroom. She did not say good night, telling Rob she had not planned on going to bed quite yet. He saw the kitchen light come on. Rising from the office chair, wearing only briefs, not uncommon around his mother, he walked to the kitchen. He found his mother at the sink pouring another drink.

She turned around, resting her weight against the sink, and crossed her right foot over her left and took a sip of the dark liquid as she looked at her son.

“Why aren’t you out with – what’s her name?”

“Taylor! Her name is Taylor.” Rob said. “We are having a slight disagreement at present.”

“What! She not putting out?” Bonnie teased, always looking for a good rib shot.

Not to be one upped by her sarcasm, Rob shot back. “Are you padding your bra?”

“How about, I knock you on your skinny ass!”

“I’m just saying that you must be padding your bra to get that second look, that, or, the tightness of the sweater you have on, or, the color of the sweater is causing an illusion. Maybe it’s the light?” He taunted with a continued teasing tone. “I don’t think their real!”

“Come over here.” She directed.

Rob closed the 10 or 12 feet to stand in front of his mother. He had a skeptical look on his cocked-to-the-right face that relayed, “I don’t care rize escort what you say, you’re doing something!”

“Go ahead.” She directed, the amount of alcohol in her system definitely having an effect on her discretion. “Touch them!”

Rob straightened his head up, his eyebrows lifted and his expression changed to “make that offer again!”

“Go ahead!” She repeated. “This lady doesn’t have to pad anything! Come on smart ass!”

Rob reached with his right hand to cup and softly fondle and squeeze her left breast.

It’s a new support bra I purchased the other day. Caused you, and a few others, to take notice!”

“I don’t know, mom, I still seem to feel a little bit of padding.” He continued to rib his mother. He found it quite funny that his mother had had enough to drink to cause her to let him squeeze her breasts. He was wondering how far he could push her.

“Son-of-a-bitch!” She exclaimed, as she pulled the sweater up and over her head, leaving her blonde hair in disarray. She reached to the middle of the bra and unhooked the clip. “Here, look at the damned thing!” She commanded, as she pulled the shoulder straps down and handed him the bra.

He went through the motions of turning the bra this way and that. A big grin beamed on his face as he handed the bra back to her.

Bonnie shook her head knowingly. She had been had. But she was not one to be bested.

Inwardly, a “let’s see how big your balls are!” smile was hidden.

“So, you tricked your half drunk Mama into showing her tits!” She said with a slight slur. “What do you think of them? You want to touch the real deal to put your mind at ease? To make sure they haven’t had any cosmetic work? “

Rob’s grin disappeared. His eyes went from his mother’s “come on big boy I don’t think you have the nerve!” expression to her grapefruit size, perky breasts with raisin sized nipples, standing firm undoubtedly from the coldness of the apartment.

Rob was torn by the thought of letting his mother stare him down and the desire to actually touch the alluring and forbidden breasts. Then he realized that there was no downside. He reached with both hands to cup his mother’s breasts, palming them upward and jiggling them ever so slightly.

Bonnie looked down at her son’s hands fondling her breasts. ‘He is a man, you dumb ass!’ She thought, knowing she had lost again. She felt the warmth of his hands and felt a warm feeling flow over her. ‘Don’t let him do that!’ her mind shouted as she watched and felt his thumbs stroke her nipples. She did not stop him

As her son continued stroking her nipples, Bonnie threw her head back and took another drink of the dark liquid, leaving an inch in the class. ‘This is not going well.’ She thought. ‘Maybe I should have let Durban buy me that drink after all.’

“They’re very nice and smooth.” She heard her son say. “But you hear that all the time, I suppose.” The implication her son had made would have stung under normal circumstances.

“It’s a tossup between them and my legs.” She offered, regretting the vein statement and unconsciously affirming her son’s prior insult, that she was a middle-aged slut. “I wished you would stop that! You’re giving me a hot flash.”

“You’re always wearing pants. I can’t remember the last time I saw your legs.” Rob offered.

Without asking him to step back to make a better appraisal, she set the class on the counter and used both hands to gather up her skirt, bringing the hem halfway up her thighs.

More or less afraid to take his hands from her breast, Rob took a small step back and looked at his mother’s legs. They were indeed as silky smooth and milky white as her breasts.

“You know what’s interesting about a woman’s legs?” He quizzed.

“What is interesting about a woman’s legs?” She bit.

“They run all the way up to your ass.” He chuckled, not noticing that he neglected to say the proper word “their” and instead injected the word “your”.

“They do! I can attest to that.” She exclaimed, also missing the exchange of words. “They run from way down there all the way up to my ass.”

Letting her skirt fall, she reached for her glass and took the last of the dark liquid into her mouth. She made a slight face as she swallowed the burning liquid.

It seemed the warmth of the apartment, compared with the cold outside, was intensifying the effect the alcohol was having on Bonnie.

Her eyelids sakarya escort fluttered as she looked down at her son taking her left nipple into his mouth.

Involuntarily she moaned.

“You’re taking illicit liberties with your mother’s boobs!” She muttered. “I’ve asked you to stop! Please! Don’t do that! Damn, that feels good!”

As Rob suckled at her tit, he made a conscious decision to push the envelope, to see just how far he could get with his mother.

He reached to her left hip and fumbled with the button on the skirt. Finally, getting it unbutton, he fumbled with the zipper. Pulling the zipper down, the skirt fell easily off her hips.

“You are a very skeptical man.” She muttered, patting him lightly on top of the head. “You’re not going to be satisfied until you prove that my legs run all the way up to my ass. Go ahead! I’m not going to stop you! But they do. They do.”

Robbie released her nipple and concentrated on pulling the nylons over her hips and down her legs.

Bonnie tried to lift her legs to rid herself of the stockings but she almost tumbled and ended up facing the sink, steadying herself with both hands on the counter and lifting one foot at a time as Rob squatted to pull them off her feet.

He then slipped his fingers into the elastic of her panties and stripped them off of her.

“You see. I told you. They run all the way up to my ass.” She slurred. “What do you think of my ass? I’ve been told I’ve got a great ass!”

Had Bonnie been able to make a rational assessment, the kisses being planted on her posterior would have answered her two questions.

Rob thought her ass was exquisite and would’ve told her if he thought it really would have got through to her. He gave a brief moment of thought that he was taking advantage of his intoxicated mother, but he pushed the thought to the back of his mind as he nibbled on her ass, causing her to giggle.

“You’re tickling me!” She exclaimed.

Rob stopped nibbling and sent the tip of his tongue from the bottom of her butt crack to the top, causing her ass muscles to contract in pleasure, as she continued to giggle. Rising up, he touched and looked at his bulging briefs.

“Do you want to lie down, mom?”

“I guess I’d better before I fall down. I think I’m going to need some help.”

Rob wrapped his mother’s right arm over his neck, then wrapped his left arm around her waist and walked her to his bedroom

“My bedroom is that away.” She slurred, pointing to the left down the short hall.

Sitting her gently down on his bed, lifting her feet off the floor, she flopped back onto the pillows.

He moved to the TV and computer to switch them off and then closed his door. He switched on the overhead light giving the room a stark and cold illumination.

“Mom? You still awake?”

“Yea baby! I’m just resting my eyes. Why is it so bright in here?”

‘So I can see, and know, that it’s you that I’m going to be fucking!’ He wanted to say, but didn’t.

Rob removed his briefs as he studied her body, noting with delight the lavish bush atop her mound. Then, he very slowly crabbed his mother’s body. His cock was rock hard!

Her legs were mostly together and he pushed on one and then the other to spread them.

“I know what you’re doing, you know.” She muttered.

“You do?” He queried with a stab of concern – concern for only being denied his incestuous desire.

“I’ve been told I’ve got good pussy. I suppose you don’t believe that either! So go ahead! Can’t stop you anyway!”

Rob finally got his mother’s legs sufficiently spread. He then pulled each knee up slightly. Getting her so positioned, he supported himself on an outstretched left arm as he gripped his cock, probing for the entrance of her treasure.

After poking her four times, he smiled with amusement at his mother acquiring his erection and guiding it into her forbidden hole. He pushed deep into her, then, lowered himself down, supporting his weight on his elbows as he cradled her.

“Ummmmmmmm. That’s good sugar.” She muttered in a loving tone.

Rob slowly stroked into his mother’s pussy, concentrating on the sensation his cock was feeling and became intoxicated with incestuous sex rather than dark liquid.

“Are you a wake?” Rob asked his mother repeatedly as he stroked into her.

“Ummmmmmm. Yes. Of course. You are not going to stop are you?” She samsun escort would invariably respond, of kind, when asked.

After many, many long minutes Rob increased rhythm 10-fold pumping vigorously into her. The frenzied fuck lasted maybe 20 seconds, then, he slowed to the slow methodical rhythm again.

“Do it again.” Bonnie whimpered moments later.

Rob obliged and hammered at his mother’s pussy another 20 or 25 seconds before returning as before.

Another few moments, “Do it again.” She said with a girlish giggle.

Bonnie was slowly climbing the ladder with each quick paced rhythm. She slipped from being passive as she lifted her legs and pressed her knees against her son’s sides.

Her movements did not go unnoticed.

When asked to “do it again” the fourth time, Rob lengthened the time of the frenzied rhythm, in a lustful attempt to bring his mother from her intoxicated stupor into the incestuous reality.

When her son relented and slowed Bonnie was breathing heavily.

Without being asked again, he again pounded at her pussy! Then slowed a long minute.

Again! And slowed. Again! And slowed. Again! Each time he slowed his mother’s breathing was more labored. Again!

Rob did not go back to the slow methodical rhythm but began a moderate rhythm, which his mother attempted to match. Her coordination was a bit off but not enough to cause a problem.

Then, Rob broke into the turbulent rhythm once more with a desire to fuck his mother’s ass off, or, more realistically, to maintain the rhythm as long as he could before his back gave out.

The orgasm gripped Bonnie about 40 seconds and she bellowed like an animal in pain. Her ass shot up in the air causing her son’s cock to penetrate her deeply. The seemingly torturous grip of the orgasm slowly evaporated.

Rob reconfigured, grabbing hold of his mother’s ass with both hands and began his own climb to the top rung.

Bonnie’s orgasm had brought her back to the edge of reality, and true to her love of a good cock, she fucked her son in earnest, thrusting her ass with passion and the desire to delight.

Though she had not been bedded by as many men as her son would like to believe, and unknown to her, her zeal for a good fuck and earned her a reputation in the circle of men that she had allowed to bed her.

Still, the incestuous connotations of her present partner eluded her and not yet manifested itself in her psyche.

With her enthusiasm, Rob’s cock quickly jerked, spewing his healthy sperm into his mother’s belly without the least bit of thought at the possible consequences.

With his incestuous desire fulfilled, Rob pulled his cock out of his mother’s pussy, slipped from between her legs and stood by the bed looking at his mother, who had quickly lapsed into unconsciousness. He tossed a cover over her.

He rebooted the computer, switched on the TV input his briefs back on.

****

Bonnie gradually slipped out of slumber.

She gradually became aware of her breast being fondled.

“You awake?” Rob whispered.

“Yes.” Bonnie replied groggily. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?”

“Do you remember last night?” Rob queried.

“Yes! It’s coming back.” She replied with a sigh.

With little ado, Rob began to move atop her – to mount her.

Still coming to grips with the events of a couple of hours earlier, she spread her legs, lifting them the appropriate height to allow for copulation.

She did not help him with penetration, but with the third poke the head of this cock entered her. In short order, she was penetrated with a full, ample length of her son’s cock.

As his hands gripped her ass, locking her in tight, she readied herself to be taken.

Given a bit of foreplay, even while sorting through her emotions, she would have been more inclined to participate.

As her son busied himself with fucking her with a moderate rhythm she reviewed the events that had brought about her indiscretions. She felt a moment of terror, then, she assured herself that her birth control had been taken, though a good deuce would be wise. That, and purchasing a box of condoms!

The thought of condoms was her acceptance, and maybe even a desire, to accept the incestuous relationship she had drunkenly been guided into. She theorized, physically feeling the passion her son was putting into fucking her, that his incestuous desire had not materialize in a mere moment of indiscretion. How long had he wanted her? It didn’t matter, she decided. Sex more than once a month would be a treat.

“Fuck Mama!” She whispered, as her ass began to respond. “Slow down a little bit. Make Mama come first! And then give me some more of that hot cum!”

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Two Towels

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It was my first time at a sauna, but this was a weekend of indulgence in Amsterdam, the city of sin and I wanted to make the most of it. I wanted to do all the things that I didn’t dare to do back home in England. So here I was, nervously paying my entry fee and collecting my two towels.

I followed the signs to the changing rooms for my allocated locker on the second floor, passing several men, all naked except for one of the small towels around their waists.

There were a couple of other men in varying stages of undress in the changing room when I got there, so I shyly sat on a bench opposite my locker and removed my shoes and socks. As I put them in the locker, two men passed me heading for the stairway. They were chatting together, obviously friends, so while they were distracted I couldn’t help glancing down to their lower stomach area but I was disappointed as both had already wrapped towels around their waists.

Taking a deep breath, I continued to undress, folding my clothes as I did so. As I was undoing my belt, an older man appeared and seeing me, entered my section of the room. He made no pretence about watching me, especially as I bent over to remove my trousers and I felt my face flushing as I stood there in just my thong, stowing them in my locker.

Even so, I didn’t hesitate to remove my underwear. Truth be told, I lingered a little longer than absolutely necessary as I bent over this time, letting him get a good look at my exposed backside. He was still sitting watching me as I closed and secured my locker and wrapping one of my two towels around me, left the room.

I was stilling blushing at my boldness as I took the stairs to the ground floor, but after all I reasoned, this is what I was there for. I wanted to attract men, especially to my rear so it was a good start.

I wandered around, noting the Jacuzzi and the steam room but not entering either as they were both quite full and I didn’t feel confident enough at the time to join ether group. The plunge pool was empty but the clear water looked inviting and as it was in a quite open area surrounded by seating, I decided to do a bit of advertising by going for a swim.

I dropped my towels on a low wall that cordoned off the pool from the lounge area and walked naked to the edge, stood there for a few seconds before diving in. The water felt chilly niğde escort but refreshing after the hot humid temperature prevalent in the building and I kept my face down, stretching out as I swam with strong overarm strokes quickly covering two short lengths. I stopped then, clinging to the side as I wiped water from my eyes, surreptitiously looking around to see if there had been any interest from the lounging men. I was very gratified to see that there were quite a few interested parties watching me so as casually as I could, I pulled myself out of the pool and sat on the side allowing the water to drain off my body. It felt delicious sitting there naked knowing that others were watching me.

No one joined me however, and so, deciding the lounge area wasn’t going to be the best place for action I decided to move on and explore the rest of the place. I wrapped a towel round my waist and headed for the stairs at the rear of the lounge area.

As soon as I reached the first floor, I knew that this was what I was after. A corridor lead off from the stairwell and on either side of it were small cabins.

They were each about 12ft long, 6ft wide and about 4ft high. They stood on platforms to raise them from the floor and looking inside a vacant one, I could see that they had plastic covered cushions on their base and were illuminated by a dim light. Once inside one, you could close the hatch doorway and have complete privacy for whatever you wanted to do.

Curious, I wandered along the rows observing. Most cabins were occupied by men waiting for partners. Some had their doors closed although you could hear what was going on inside and I lit a ready rolled joint as I strolled along and listened to the erotic sounds.

As I was near the end of the joint, I turned a corner in the corridor and found it to be a dead end. There were just two cabins on each side along this stretch and the end one on the left was empty. Emboldened by the skunk I was smoking, I clambered through the hatch at the far end and looked around.

There was a little shelf at the opposite end so I reached up for it and lay down on the cushions, stowing my spare towel in the corner, then feeling greatly daring, added the towel from around my waist so that I lay there naked. I heard footsteps approach along the corridor. They stopped ordu escort and I assume the person looked in on me as I lay there finishing my spliff but I was too nervous to look around. Then I heard their footsteps receding and I didn’t know if I were pleased or disappointed.

However, others followed but although some stayed to look for a while, none entered the cabin and I began to get a little frustrated. The skunk had done its job. It had got me feeling horny and suppressed any inhibitions I might have had so I decided to take a more active role.

The next time I heard footsteps approaching, I got up on my knees but kept my face resting on the cushions so that my rear was raised high up facing the door. The footsteps stopped. The stranger was looking in and he wasn’t going away!

I could imagine the view he had of me and it made me feel extremely wanton and almost without thought, I reached back between my spread knees and ran a finger down my crack.

I still hadn’t looked round at the guy but I could just make him out in my peripheral vision. He leaned into the booth for a better view so I upped the ante.

I had some sachets of lubricant and I tore one open and squeezed some of the cool gel onto the finger that had been caressing my crack. Reaching back again I massaged it around my entrance hole before sliding the slick finger inside me.

It was as I worked it in and out that I felt the cushion dip and heard the door close. I had him hooked!

I felt him move behind me so I removed my finger, pushed my rear back towards him and waited expectantly. I felt like a total slut, offering myself up like that to someone that I hadn’t even seen. My cock was achingly stiff and I hoped his was as well!

I soon found out. He moved between my legs, nudged my knees further apart which spread my cheeks even more. Then I felt the head of his cock rub against my hole. I held my breath. I didn’t even know how large it was and felt a moments panic. Would it be large enough, would it be too large for me to take?

His hand brushed my cheek as he moved his cock into position, poised at my entrance then without any preamble, he was pushing against me. His cock slipped a little off target but he corrected with his hand and I felt my slick hole expand around the head until it surrendered to osmaniye escort the pressure and he was in me. I gasped as it stretched m,. it was very thick. He paused and I thought he was going to give me a minute to adjust and I relaxed but as I did so, he forced the entire length in!

I tensed up at the pain. It wasn’t that excruciating, blinding pain that you read about in stories but non the less it hurt when he was fully embedded and I knew he was just a little bit too big for comfort.

As he withdrew and plunged in again I made a conscious effort to relax and found that the pain was manageable. Then he began to fuck me with long smooth strokes and I found that the pain wasn’t manageable, it was nice!

It didn’t disappear like you hear people say but it became something that I wanted to feel, it suddenly flashed through my mind that this was almost like being raped. My cock got even harder at the thought but I didn’t touch it. Suddenly, everything had changed. This was no longer about mutual satisfaction, I wanted to be taken, I wanted to be used. I groaned aloud at the thought!

As if sensing this, his thrusts became more savage, hurting me deep inside but I only pushed back to receive him, opening myself that little bit more so that every millimetre of his cock was inside me. We must have been on the same wavelength for I suddenly felt his weight on my back and a meaty forearm across my shoulder blades, pinning me to the cushions.

He fucked me hard then, savaging my hole with his thickness but I was urging him on, begging him to fuck me, to stretch me, even though my fingers clenched the cushions and the breath was driven out of me each time he bottomed out inside me. It was completely wild and manic and couldn’t, didn’t last long but when he came inside me, I felt his cock swell, felt the ripples as his seed spurted out, and he cried out and knew the intense satisfaction of having brought someone intense pleasure.

Afterwards, when our breathing had returned to normal, when his cock had shrivelled and left my body I turned and saw him sitting back on his heels, removing the condom that had encased his cock. He reached for his towel to wipe himself but I stopped him and instead, took his softening cock in my mouth and sucked him clean, glorying in the taste and smell of him and in the knowledge that it had so recently been deep in my ass bringing me such pleasure.

When I had finished cleaning him he looked as if he was about to say something but I stopped him with a finger on his lips. He understood. There was no need for speech and he turned and left the cabin. The perfect anonymous fuck!

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Biseksüel Anılarım 6 – Murat’a Hazırlık

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Biseksüel Anılarım 6 – Murat’a Hazırlık

saat akşam 7’ye kadar Selin’i sikmiştim. Bir kez beraber banyo da seks yaptık. Birbirimizi güzelce yıkadık. Saat 8 gibi ona gitmem gerektiğini söyledim. Yarın için alınacak çok şey vardı. Önce eve gittim. Annemin giysilerine baktım. Gerekli şeyler varsa giysi almama gerek yoktu. Annem 38 yaşındaydı. 1.74 boyundaydı. Babam hiçbir zaman giyimine karışmazdı. O da çok abartmadan istediğini giyerdi. Mini eteği, şortu, dekolteli giysileri felan hep olurdu. Onları yarın Murat için giyinecektim. Ama bana iç çamaşırlar gerekliydi. Onlar da ne vardı yoktu bilmiyordum.

İç çamaşırlara baktığımda bunların yeteceğini anlamıştım. Dantelli külot vardı. Beyazdı. Oldukça tahrik ediciydi. Götüme çok iyi dururdu. Tamamen çıplak kaldım. Üstümde denedim. Aynen. Tam tahmin ettiğim gibiydi. Murat’ın külodu yana sıyırıp içime girdiğini hayal ettim. Sikim kalkmıştı. Yine taşaklarım ile götümün arası kaşındı. Ahhhh, keşke şu an burada olsaydı. Neyse yarın fazlasıyla zevkimi çıkaracaktım zaten. Başla külotlara baktım. Siyah, üstünde beyaz noktalı bir tane vardı. Onu da çok tahrik edici buldum. Onu da denedim. Gene çok güzel oldu. Götümün büyük olması külodun yanından kıçımın etlerinin çıkmasını sağlıyordu. Harika bir görüntüydü. Kendi götüm çok çekici gelmişti bana. Selin Abla’nın benim ki gibi göte sahip olmasını istedim. Çok daha fazla zevk verirdi bana. Aramaya devam ediyordum. Evet. İstediğimi sonunda görmüştüm. Tanga vardı. Annemin böyle şeylere sahip olması biraz şaşırtıcıydı. Ama hala gençtiler, normaldi birazda. Tanganın yanında püsküller vardı. Çok güzel bir şeydi bu. Fazla dayanamadım artık bunlara. 31 çektim. İstesem karşı tarafa geçer Selin Abla’yı sikerdim ama şu an istemiyordum. Şu an kadınsı duygularım uyanmıştı. Bu gece ve yarın kadındım ben. 31i mi çektim. İç çamaşırlarım belliydi artık.

Üstüme giyeceklerim de kafamda oturmuştu. Birinci olarak sarı daracık bir şort girecektim. Üstüne de mavi bir askılı. Götümün tamamen dışarı çıkmasını istiyordum. Memelerim yoktu ancak götüm fazlasıyla yeterdi. Şortu giyince çok dar olmuştu ama harika durmuştu. Bir ara da mini etek ayarlamıştım. Siyah tek parça bir giysiydi altına da altın sarısı renginde bir topuklu terlik giyecektim. Uzun boylu dururdum. Tam domaltmalık olacaktım. Bi de başka bir olasılık olarak tayt giymeyi düşünmüştüm. Anneme dardı bana daha da dardı. Gene altına topuklu terlik giyecektim. Kadın gibi olmak istiyordum yarın. Onun her şeyini yapabilecek bir kadın. Sıra viagra’ya gelmişti. İkimize de lazımdı. Birbirimizle olunca uçuyorduk ama daha da fazlasını istiyordum. dışarı çıktım ve bizim karşı taraftaki eczaneye gittim. Mehmet abi çalışıyordu. Kaç yıldır tanışırdık. Mehmet abi’ye lazım olduğunu söyleyince ayıpsın koçum diyerek arka taraftan 1 tane getirdi. Abi 2 tane olsa olur mu dedim hemen gitti 2 tane daha getirdi. 3 tane olmuştu. Beline kuvvet koçum dediğinde eyvallah abi dedim ve çıktım. Halbuki bilse götümü siktirmek içindi bu kadar uğraş eminim şok olurdu.

Akşam 12ye kadar bayağı üst değiştirdim giydim. Geriye bir şey kalmıştı o da makyajdı. Onu da yarın yapacaktım. Upuzun saçlarım olduğu için saçlarıma şekil verecektim. Yüzümün güzelliğiyle de beraber oldukça kadınsı görünebileceğime inanıyordum. Gece Murat’a mesajımı attım. Hemen yarın gel demem umarım sıkıntı yaratmazdı.

-Murat, yarın annem, babam evde değil. 1 hafta sonra gelecekler. Gel bize takılırız.

Mesajım resmi ve arkadaşçaydı. Çünkü arkadaşları veya ailesi bakabilirdi. O riski alamadım. 2 dakika sonra cevap yazdı.

-Tamamdır, orospum. Gelirim ama sadece takılmakla kalmayız, o tatlı kestanenin de tadına bakarım.

O an tek olduğunu anladım. Bende ona uygun cevap verdim.

-Kestanem de, amım da senin. Bekliyorum.

Gene tahrik olmuştum. Harika olacaktı yarın. Bunları düşünerek uyumuşum. Sabah kalktığımda saat 11di. Murat’la gene erotik mesajlaşmalarımız sonucu saat akşam 6’da geleceğini öğrendim. Saat öğlen 2’ye kadar oyalandıktan sonra banyo yaptım. Banyo da iç temizliğimi de yaptım. İçim tertemiz olmuştu. Hep gurur duyarım zaten. Banyo sonrası saçlarımı kuruttum. Annemin aletlerini aldım ve saçıma şekil vermeye başladım. Dalgalı, lüle lüle bir saç yapayım dedim. Saçıma şekil verdikten sonra makyaja başladım. Kırmızı kalın bir ruj sürdüm. Fazla abartmamıştım ama tam sik yalamalık bir rujdu. Dolgunluk da vermişti dudaklarıma. Sikini yalarken vantuzlayacaktım zaten, tam o an içindi.

Biraz da yüzümün öbür yerlerini makyajla güzelleştirdim. İşim bittiğinde inanamamıştım. Gerçekten kadın gibi olmuştum. Çok dikkatli bakmayan biri erkek olduğumu farketmezdi. Karşı tarafa gidip bir şey istesem beni tanımayacağına emindim. Karanlıkta zaten olasılık yoktu bile. Bu kadar değişeme ben bile inanmıyordum. Murat’ın çok şaşıracağına emindim. Bir kadınla ilk kez seks yapacaktı aslında. Bundan önce erkek olarak gitmiştim yanına şimdi ise bir kadın olarak gidecektim.
Saat 5 olmuştu. Murat’ı aramayı düşündüm.

-Aşkım, nerdesin? Dayanamıyorum artık bu günün başlaması için.

-Bende orospum. 40 dakikaya yanındayım. Merak etme. Sürprizlerini merak ediyorum.

Orospumu fısıldayarak söylemişti. Heralde dolmuş durağında felandı. Evimiz de zaten 30 dakika uzaklıktaydı.

-Bu gece uyumak yok. gece sikişmeden durmayacaz. O koca sikini özledim.

-Bende seni canım. Az kaldı. Bekle.

Son kez eve baktım. Yemek hazırlamıştım. Onları yiyecektik. Biralarımız hazırdı. Çerez, çekirdek. 2 tane film almıştım. Ama seks sahneleri olan filmlerdi. 2 tane de porno filmimiz vardı. Yatak açılmıştı. Ev tamamdı. Sıra bana gelmişti.
Zaten bütün makyajım tamamdı. Aklımda önce yemek sonra seks sonra film sonra seks vardı. Önce erotik bir şeyle başlamalıydım bence. Tek parça giysiyi giymeye karar verdim. Makyajla tam olmuştu zaten. Topuklu terlikle de tam olmuştu. Harika görünüyordum. altına beyaz dantelli külodu giydim. Harika bir şeydi bu. Onun üstüne de siyah külotlu çorap giymiştim. Tam bir afet olmuştum. Sikimi kalkıklığı eteğimden belli olmasın diye uğraşıyordum. Tam sekreter fantezisi olmuştum. Murat bayılacaktı. Tam o esnada kapı çaldı. Kalbim küt küt atıyordu. Kapıyı açıp kendimi gösteremezdim. Hep sürpriz bozulurdu hem de karşı taraftan kapı deliğinden gözükebilirdim. Bu riski alamazdım. Kapıyı açtım ve arkasına saklandım. Murat’ı içeri çağırdım. Gözlerini kapat ve gir dedim. Gözlerini kapattı ve bende arkasından kapıyı kapattım. Ellerimle gözlerini kapattım ve açma dedim. Onu biraz bekletmek istiyordum. parfüm kokum şimdiden onu etkilemişti belliydi. Gözlerini açmadan arkanı dön ve 3 saniye sonra gözlerini aç dedim. Arkasını döndü ve gözlerini açtı. Oha oha oha. Ağzından ilk çıkan sözler bunlardı. Bu ne lan diyordu. Gözlerine inanamıyordu. Gerçekten kadın gibi olmuştum ama bunu dışardan anlamak daha iyiydi.

-Güzel olmuş muyum? Hepsi senin içindi erkeğim.

-Bu soru mu be? Taş gibi olmuşsun taş. İnanamıyorum.

Taş gibi olmuşsam o zaman bu taşı bir vantuzla bakalım dedim. Ve öpüşmeye başladık. İnanılmaz şehvetli öpüşüyorduk. Eli götümdeydi. Benim ise omuzlarından arkasına doğruydu. Bu öpüşme gece olacakların haberini veriyordu. Bu akşam her odada her şekilde seks dönecekti.

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suriyeli kiracilarim – 1

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suriyeli kiracilarim – 1
Merhaba, adım Mehmet. 53 yaşındayım, karım Hatice ise 50 yaşında. 30 yıllık evliyiz. İki oğlum bir de kızım var ve üçü de evli. Beş de torunum var. Karımla bazen haftada bir, bazen de iki haftada bir sikişiyorum. 30 yıllık evliliğin ardından haftada bir sikişmek nispeten iyi sayılabilirse de, benim için yeterli olmuyor. 53 yaşında olsam da kendimi ruhen ve bedenen daha genç hissediyorum.

Karımı da halen çok seviyor ve arzuluyorum, mümkün olsa onu her gün sikmek isterim. Ancak hayat bana bunu yapma imkânı vermiyor. Bazen torunlar, çocuklar ve gelinler gelip bizde kalıyorlar, yada karım onların yanına gidiyor, torunlara bakmak için kalıyor. Tabii bu durumda benim istediğim gibi her gün sikişmek de mümkün olmuyor. Ancak karım kapalı, dini bütün bir kadın ve kocası olarak onun üzerinde sahip olduğum hakları bildiğinden ben ne zaman istersem ilişkiye giriyor.

Alt katımdaki boş daireyi geçen ay Suriyeli bir aileye kiraya verdim. Aslında bunu yapmayı hiç istemiyordum. Çünkü daha önce de Suriyeli bir aile oturmuş ve evin içine etmiş, üstelik birkaç aylık kirayı da ödemeden kaçıp gitmişlerdi. Daire Türk bir ailenin oturacağı halde değildi. Epey zaman boş kaldıktan sonra mecburen yine bir Suriyeli aileye vermek zorunda kaldım. Az da olsa oradan gelecek kiraya ihtiyacım vardı.

Kiracım Selman adında kırklı yaşlarında biri, bir konfeksiyonda çalışıyor. Beş kızı ve bir de oğlu var. İki oda bir salondan ibaret dairede, karısı, annesi ve 6 çocuğuyla beraber, toplam 9 kişi oturuyorlar. Karısı ondan daha genç gösteren bir kadın. Siyah bir pardesü giymiş, başını da siyah bir türbanla sıkıca bağlamış halde görüyorum onu her zaman. Beni gördüğünde yüzünü başka tarafa çeviriyor. Kızları da aynı anneleri gibi giyiniyor, ancak kızlarının yüzü de kapalı oluyor ve sadece gözleri görünüyor.

Bir gece saat ikiye doğru işemek için kalktım. Çişimi yaparken gelen seslere bakılırsa alt katta da birilerinin ayakta olduğunu fark ettim. Banyonun penceresi küçük bir aydınlatma boşluğuna açılıyordu ve sesler oradan geliyordu. Nedendir bilmem ama durup dinlemek istedim. Maşrapaya akan suyun sesine Arapça konuşma sesleri karışıyordu. Tabii ne konuştuklarını anlayamıyordum. Ancak konuşanlardan birinin Selman olduğunu anladım, diğeri de karısıydı.

Bir dakika kadar sonra sesler azaldı, ancak daha sonra başka türlü sesler gelmeye başladı. Pencerenin mandalını çekip açtım ve kulağımı yaklaştırdım. Dikkat kesildim iyice. Yine arada sırada Arapça sesler geliyor olsa da, bunun haricinde inleme sesleri geliyordu. “Ohhh, ohhh, uhhh, ayyy…” seslerine tok bir ses eşlik ediyordu.

Kalbim heyecanla atmaya başladı. Gecenin bu saatinde Selman karısını banyoda sikiyordu. Kadının Arapça bir şeyler dediğini duyabiliyordum, yazık ki ne olduğunu anlayamıyordum. Ancak çıkardığı iniltileri anlamak için dil bilmeye gerek yoktu. Muhtemelen Selman ayakta domaltmıştı karısını ve kasıklarının karısının kasıklarında ve kalçalarında, götünde çıkardığı sesleri hemen fark ediyordum. Bu sırada sikimin sertleşip kalktığını gördüm. Bir elimle sikimi sıvazlarken kulağım aşağıdan gelecek seslere odaklanmıştı.

Kadından ve Selman’dan gelen iniltiler ve sikişmenin doğal sesleri hızlanmaya, artmaya başlamıştı. Onlar sikişirken ayakta boşalacak hale gelmiştim. Derken bir süre sonra kesildi sesler. Sikişmeleri 2-3 dakika kadar sürmüştü. Sonrasında yine maşrapaya akan suyun sesi, Arapça konuşmalar derken sesler tamamen kesildi.

Sikim kazık gibi olmuştu. Gecenin o vakti 31 çekmemek için kendimi zor tuttum. Yatağa girip hiçbir şeyden haberi olmayan karımın dolgun vücuduna sarıldım.

En son sikişmemizin üzerinden on gün kadar geçmişti. Elimi geceliğinin altından soktum ve kalçalarını okşadım. Gecenin serinliğine karşın karımın vücudu sıcacıktı. Aşağıdaki sikişmenin üzerine bir de karımın dolgun kalçası eklenince sikimin sertliği ve azgınlığım daha da arttı.

Karım az sonra uyandı. Kalçalarında gezinen elimi tuttu yorganın altından ve “Ne oldu, azdın mı gece gece?” dedi. “Çok azdım, çok azdırdın beni, on gün geçti, çok özledim seni!” dedim. Hemen geceliğinin ön kısmındaki düğmeleri açtım ve beyaz koynunu öpmeye başladım. Karım, “Çok uykum var, sabah yap!” dediyse de, “Olmaz, şimdi yapalım, çok azdım, sabahı bekleyemem!” dedim.

Geceliğinin altında beyaz atleti vardı. Atleti sıyırdım ve ortaya çıkan memelerini öpmeye, emmeye başladım. Memeleri yaşından dolayı sarkmış olsa da onları öpmeyi, emmeyi, yalamayı çok seviyordum. Sokak lambalarının ışığının aydınlattığı yatak odasında karımın etli meme uçlarını emerken, o da tava gelmiş, saçlarımı, omuzlarımı okşuyordu.

Bir elim altta kalçalarını okşarken diğeriyle memelerini avuçluyordum. Aklım Selman’ın karısındaydı. 6 çocuk doğurmasına karşın halen daha taş gibi sayılırdı. Giydiği uzun siyah pardesünün altında dolgun vücudu belli oluyordu. Arap olmasına karşın esmer tenli değildi, bembeyaz bir yüzü vardı. Selman fakirdi, ama kadın yönünden şanslı bir erkekti.

Sikimin sertliği son raddeye gelmişti, artık karımın amına girmek için sabırsızlanıyordum. “Çıkar külotunu, aç bacaklarını!” dedim emreden bir sesle. Karım hiç sesini çıkartmadan iki eliyle külotunu sıyırıp çıkardı ve yatağın yanına, yere bıraktı. Bacaklarını iki yana açarken ben de üzerimizdeki yorganı iyice açtım, eşofmanımın altını ve külotumu çıkardım. Karımın bacaklarının arasında yerimi aldım.

Sikimi sıvazladım bir süre daha ve sonrasında yavaşça üzerine eğildim. Sikimi amının üzerine sürttüm, karım bundan çok hoşlanıyordu. Ben sikimi amına sürterken o da bir eliyle sikimi tuttu. Amının üzerinde alınmamış bir miktar kıl vardı ve sikime batıyordu kıllar. O nedenle daha fazla bu şekilde devam etmek istemedim.

Sikimi çekerken karım eli sikimde olduğu halde, “Az daha yap!” dedi. “Kılların batıyor, niye tıraş olmadın?” dedim bunun üzerine. Karım, “Olurum sonra, sen yapsana!” dedi, bu sırada sikimi sıkıca kavramıştı. Gece vakti onu üzmek istemediğimden bir süre daha devam ettim. Sikimi kıllı kasıklarına, etli ve sarkık am dudaklarına sürttüm. “Tamam mı, yeter mi?” dediğimde, “Tamam tamam!” dedi çabuk olmamı isteyen bir sesle.

Az sonra sikim karımın amının dudaklarıyla buluştu önce, ardından da içinin tatlı sıcaklığıyla. İyice uzandım üzerine, sikim amının en derinlerine kadar giriverdi hemen. Hızlı hızlı sikmeye başladım. Aklım Selman’ın karısındayken altımda karımı sikiyordum. Karımın elleri sırtımda, belimde, götümün yanaklarında gezinirken dudaklarından hafif iniltiler çıkıyordu. Alt kattaki kiracıların duymaması için olabildiğince sessiz olmaya çalışıyor, aldığı zevki fısıltılı seslerle belli ediyordu.

Ama ben onun gibi değildim. Zaten alt kattaki sikişmenin sesleri beni azdırmıştı. Şimdi de karımı var gücümle sikerken zevkten inliyordum. Karımın koca memeleri sikişmenin etkisiyle göğsümün altında sallanıp duruyordu. İki elimle kavradım onları ve avuçlayıp sıkmaya başladım.

Karım bacaklarını iki yana daha da açarken amına rahatça sokup çıkarıyordum sikimi. Altımızda karımın doldurduğu yün yatak vardı, yataktan ses çıkmasa da altındaki bazadan ağır ağır gıcırdama sesleri geliyordu.

Karım bacaklarını kaldırdı havaya ve belime doladı. Belimi ve götümü oynattıkça, kaldırıp indirdikçe sikim amının en derinlerine kadar girip çıkıyordu. 30 yıldır siktiğim amından halen daha keyif alıyordum. 30 yıl sikimi içine almış, üç çocuk çıkarmıştı ama halen daha tatlıydı amı.

Pompaladıkça terli kasıklarımızdan sesler gelmeye başladı. Selman’ın karısını sikerken çıkan seslerin benzeriydi bu sesler. Karımın memelerine asılmıştım deli gibi, hamur gibi sıkıyordum. Havadaki bacakları yaylanıp duruyordu. Ellerimi memelerinden çektim ve alttan kalçalarını tutup kaldırdım, omzuma attım. Bu şekilde daha sert ve güçlü sikmeye başladım.

Ancak karım bundan hoşlanmamıştı, “Yavaş ol, millet duyacak!” dedi heyecanla. “Sikerim milleti!” dedim ve sikmeye devam ettim. Karım bu sözlerimden sonra başka bir şey demedi ve kendini sikişmenin akışına bıraktı. İki eliyle yataktan tutunmuştu. Geceliğinin açık olan ön kısmından taşan memeleri pompaladıkça deli gibi sallanıyordu.

Kasıklarımızın çarpışmasından çıkan güçlü ve tok sesler bütün odayı çınlatır hale gelmişti. Sikim amının içinde gidip gelirken omzumdaki bacaklarını, kalçalarını okşuyordum bir taraftan da. Bir süre bu pozisyonda devam ettikten sonra amından çıktım ve “Domal hadi, biraz da öyle sikeyim!” dedim.

Karım bir şey demeden doğruldu çabucak ve geceliğinin eteklerini belinde toplayarak köpek gibi domaldı. Pencereden içeri vuran sarımtırak sokak lambasının ışığında karımın bembeyaz kalçalarını, götünü görmek sikimin sertliğini kaybetmesine engel oluyordu. Sikimin üzeri amının sıvıları ile kaplanmış, ıslak ve kaygan bir haldeydi. Kısa bir süre sıvazladıktan sonra karımın halen açık duran amına arkadan girdim.

Karım belini iyice eğmiş, yüzünü yastığa yapıştırmış haldeydi. Bu pozisyonda sikilmeyi çok seviyordu. Götünün yanaklarını kavradım ve güçlü bir şekilde sikmeye, pompalamaya başladım. Karımın götünün etli, dolgun yanakları, belinin etleri löpürdüyor, titriyordu. Çıkan sesler ise daha güçlü ve yoğundu.

Karımdan da iniltiler gelmeye başlamıştı şimdi. “Ahhh, ahhh, uhhh, ıhhh…” sesleri yüzünü yapıştırdığı yastık nedeniyle boğuk da olsa anlaşılıyordu. Bir elini alttan amına atmıştı, ben sikerken o da amını ovalıyordu. Ellerim götünün yanaklarında, belinde, kalçalarında geziniyor ve sikim bu pozisyonda amının en diplerine girip çıkarken aldığım keyif daha da artıyordu.

Kıllı göt deliğine başparmağımla bastırdım. Karım 30 yıllık evliliğimizde amını bana sayısız kez sunmuş olsa da, götü konusunda cimri davranıyordu. Hele ilk yıllarımızda isteklerime büyük bir şiddetle karşı çıkmıştı. Ancak son senelerde, çocuklar da evlenip gittikten sonra (Eğer bana götten vermezsen başka kadınlara giderim, hatta seni boşarım!) deyince razı gelmiş ve bu sayede götünün tadını almaya başlamıştım. Amının genişliğine inat göt deliği bir bakirenin amı kadar dardı. Ama yine de götünü her zaman vermiyor, bunun için kendini hazır hissetmesi gerektiğini söylüyordu.

Aklım Selman’ın karısındaydı yine. Siktiğim karım olsa da sikmek istediğim o kadındı. Adının ne olduğunu bile bilmiyordum üstelik. Boşalmaya yaklaşırken yorulduğumu hissettim. Bir süre sikim amında olduğu halde bekledim. Karım, “Geldin mi?” diye sordu bu sırada. “Yok, az kaldı!” dediğimde, “Hadi be, dizlerim ağrıdı!” deyince, “Sikerim şimdi dizini!” dedim sinirle. Yeniden amında çalışmaya başladım.

Şimdi daha büyük bir güçle pompalıyordum. Bazanın gıcırtıları artmaya başlamıştı. Karımdan da boğuk iniltiler geliyordu. Kalbimin güçlü ve hızlı atışlarını boyun damarlarımda hissediyordum. Her yerim elektriğe tutulmuş gibi titrerken birden bire büyük bir güçle boşalmaya başladım. Boşalırken de amına sokup çıkardım sikimi. Döllerim oluk oluk on günlük bir aranın ardından karımın amına akıyordu.

Amında bir süre daha bekledikten sonra çıkardım sikimi. Karım da doğruldu bu sırada ve “Yavaş ol dedim sana!” dedi. “Sikerim yavaşını senin!” dedim. Kalbim halen güçlü bir halde atıyor, göğsüm şiddetle inip kalkıyordu.

Karım yataktan kalkıp banyoya geçerken, ellerimi başımın altına koyup tavana diktim gözlerimi. Daha önce de karımı sikerken, aralarında gelinlerimin de olduğu başka kadınları, kızları hayal ettiğim olmuştu. Ama şimdi bir fark vardı, Selman’ın karısını sadece hayal etmekle yetinemeyeceğimi biliyordum.

Ne yapıp edip onu sikmenin bir yolunu bulmam gerekiyordu…

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Savannah Gets a Clue

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December 3, 1997

He stood just shy of six foot, medium build, brown hair and brown eyes. His clothes were similarly, well, average. But the way he moved wasn’t. It was feral, stealthy…..like a beast on the prowl for food….or a man on the scent of a woman. Taking a second, more thorough look, Savannah observed how his jeans fitted him snugly, drawing attention to well toned thigh and calf muscles, and a tight ass. His loose button-up shirt hinted at a smooth, sculpted chest. His brown hair was laced with hints of black and red. But it was his eyes that captured her overheated imagination. When she looked into them, it was almost like looking into a mirror. This was someone she definitely wanted to get closer to. Much closer.

From her observation point in the cafe, her eyes followed him as he made his rounds of the pier market. He picked up an old, leather-bound book from one stand, his hands caressing the spine, his fingers dancing along the pages gently. Savannah shivered, imagining those very same hands paying similar attention to her flesh. Leaving a generous tip at her table, she got up from the indoor cafe and walked outside, never taking her eyes off him. She stayed a short distance behind him, not sure of how she should approach him. Meanwhile, she enjoyed watching him move, watching him touch this souvenir or that. Occasionally he would buy something; a leather belt, a pair of matching bracelets, a choker with a chain trailing from the back. Very curious purchases, perhaps for a lover or wife. Even so, Savannah continued to follow him, her fascination with the stranger compelling her ever closer.

Someone bumped into her from behind. She turned to acknowledge the apology, but when she turned back, her quarry was gone. Frantically, she hunted the surrounding crowds but no luck. He was gone. She stood there for a few minutes, and an acute sense of loss went through her, followed immediately by a deep, sexual ache. She had been so close to him, almost within touching distance. If only…..

“Hello, my sweet Savannah.”

Unbelieving, she recognized her mystery lover’s voice. Her ache doubled, but she was glad he was there. Perhaps he could ….. She moved to face him, but his hands gripped her arms in his, preventing it.

“No, no, my dear. It’s too soon. Come with me.”

Eagerly, she obeyed, allowing herself to be steered to a smaller, side street; an alley. It was clean, she observed. He walked her deeper into the alley, turned left, left again, and then right. Another alley, but this one behind a private set of apartments. It was getting dark, and cold, but soon she felt she would be very warm. He walked her around behind the building, into a private garden. Shrubbery was everywhere! Looking up she saw the garden was inside glass walls, and then noticed she was no longer cold. The enclosed garden was heated, thank god. He continued marching her ever closer to the building, until she stood facing the brick wall of the apartments.

“Don’t move”, he ordered. Trembling with anticipation, she did as she was told, curious to see what he would do next. He removed her coat, laying it on the ground next to her. Slowly, he lifted her sweater over her head, and dropped it onto her coat. His still chilled hands rubbed her stiff nipples through her bra. She arched into his hands, enjoying the delicious contrast of heat and cold. It was very dark now; very little moonlight penetrated the garden. His hands glided slowly down her sides, coming to rest on her hips. One hand moved forward and undid the snap and zipper of her jeans. Slowly, he peeled them down her legs.

“Kick off your shoes.” Obediently, she did.

He finished removing her jeans, piling them on top of her sweater. With one motion, he tore her panties off, leaving her tight ass exposed. His hands cupped both cheeks and massaged them, bringing them together, and then apart again.

“Put you hands above you, on the wall, and don’t move,” he commanded. When she had done as she was told, he unhooked the front clasp to her bra. Something shiny came into her line of sight; düzce escort scissors! They cut the bra straps and the bra fell to the ground at her feet. His leg maneuvered between hers, spreading them further apart. He grabbed her hands, and before she could protest, had them lassoed and tied above her. Glancing up, she saw the rope hanging from a hook on the wall a few feet above her. Her heart jumped inside her chest with excitement.

The rustling of clothes told her he was undressing himself. Her pussy twitched, and she rolled her hips and ass backwards in invitation. He chuckled behind her at her eagerness.

“Did I tell you how hot you were in Michigan?”

Savannah’s mind blanked momentarily, and then the import of what he had said sunk in. “You saw? You were there?” She was breathless with the implications of his statement.

“Mmmm, yes I was; and I must say, my dear, it was lovely watching your mouth swallow him whole….I expect you to do the same tonight.”

Temporarily distracted, she murmured her agreement, twitching her ass at him again. His hand slapped her bottom, and then he was molding her cheeks in his hand. A wet tongue played along her crack briefly before following it forward to her pussy. His tongue stabbed at her, probing deeply into her softness. She sighed at the wet intrusion; her flesh swelled and throbbed in excitement. Minutes passed, his tongue was relentless on her….making her cum, then slowly building her up again to another explosion. Her head fell forward to her chest and her knees nearly gave out on her.

“Such a sweet pussy you have, Savannah. And how beautifully you cum for me.” A finger probed her puckered ass, rimming it, teasing it. She moaned with frustration. He laughed and gave a final swipe at her pussy with his tongue before standing up. Her breath panted out; she could hardly wait for whatever would happen next.

She heard some more rustling sounds behind her, and then his hands were back to torment her further. His fingers danced along her spine causing her flesh to ripple. A finger teased her ass again, sliding up and down in a slow, gliding rhythm. Her breathing hitched slightly, and then she gasped when the finger finally entered. It probed insistently, almost rough in its ministrations. His body moved closer to her, she could feel the heat of him blast her backside. His breath, now as erratic as her own, bathed her neck.

“I’ve missed having you, my sweet. There’ve been other women, of course, but none that have your unique odor, feel……does this feel good, my sweet?” He punctuated his question with a deeper, more forceful invasion with a second finger. Her answering groan told its own story. “Every time I see you at a company function, or see you with another man or woman, I can’t help but imagine myself in their place. Only, you and I both know, what sex is really about…….it’s about abandonment; hot, sweaty bodies coming together again and again……it’s a primal dance, my sweet; one you excel in.”

A third finger joined the other two, stretching her tight hole further, readying her for what was to come next. His other hand reached around and cupped a full breast in its palm. He fingered her pouting nipple, and gave it a quick pinch. It was enough to send her over once again. She was still moaning through her orgasm when his dick burrowed its way inside her ass. His hands grabbed her by the hips, one hand reached up and pushed her back forward and down to get a better angle and depth of penetration. Her climax cascaded over her once more, one rolling into another.

“Play with your nipples, Savannah; please yourself.” His rasping command prompted action. Her hands fondled her breasts, squeezing them together again and again. She pinched the nipples between her thumbs and forefingers. The sensations were excruciatingly pleasurable, bordering on pain. One of his hands glided over her cheeks, caressing and molding her tight globes; he smacked her bottom soundly, again and again.

“Ohh, yesss….oh yes fuck me, fuck me, fuck me.” She pushed her edirne escort hips frantically back at him, wanting, needing him deeper and deeper. And then he stopped. “Nooooo, please don’t stop, oh nooooo.” His wicked laugh mocked her frustration.

“Hold on baby, I want to make this last.” He untied her arms, and lowered them gently to her sides. He turned her around to face him. Her eyes skimmed over his face; and widened in recognition……the man from the market. Her excitement went up another notch.

“You knew I’d follow you, didn’t you?” she asked.

“Of course, my sweet Savannah. We have a connection, a primal one. It was time to show myself to you…..though for now…..my name is not important.” His head lowered, his mouth rubbed softly on her own, and then he devoured it…..sucking and nibbling on her lips…….trapping her tongue with a sucking motion. She moaned into his mouth; it had felt as if his mouth had sucked one of her breasts, as well.

She pressed closer to him as their tongues mated. His cock throbbed and pulsed on her lower tummy. She needed him to be inside her again. Now. Her hand reached down and gripped his cock firmly, caressing and stroking him. His hips jerked, then began moving into her hand. His head fell back, breaking contact with her mouth. Which was okay with Savannah; it left his neck and chest exposed. Her tongue made a wet path along his throat, down his chest, and wrapped around one male nipple. His harsh groan brought a wicked smile to her face.

She made her further south, rimming his belly button with her tongue….stabbing at it, fucking it. His hands gripped her head tightly, urging her down more. Every so slowly, she forged a wet trail along his lower stomach; her chin bumped his straining cock. In a sudden move, her mouth engulfed him, lips wrapping securely around him. His harsh moan was very satisfying to her, and increased her own arousal. As she bobbed on his dick, on hand played with his balls…while the other fingered her tight cunt. Her head swam in excitement; an orgasm rolled over her. And another. His hips pumped, he fucked her mouth. His dick repeatedly bounced at the back of her throat, almost gagging her.

She wanted to taste his cum, feel his hot spicy juice roll down her throat. Just when she thought he was about to cum, he grabbed her shoulders roughly and pulled her up to her feet.

“Not yet, my sweet, sultry Savannah, not yet.” Breathing heavily, he backed her up. The back of her knees connected with stone. Peeking over her shoulder, she saw a stone bench, draped in a soft, pale blanket.

He turned her around again and released her. He sat on the bench lengthwise, about half-way, straddling it. He pointed to his glistening dick, “Sit on it”. She didn’t have to be told twice.

She carefully lowered herself until just the tip of his dick touched her soft lips…..and inch by inch impaled herself upon him. His hands were braced behind him and he made no move to help her descent. With her hands planted on his shoulders, she began to move….back and forth in slow, unhurried glides. Her eyes met his briefly, an unholy light beaming straight at her. She had every intention of making this last.

Her head fell forward, her hair brushed against his face teasingly. Muscles straining, she forced a slow pace; made sure every downward motion caused the deepest possible penetration. Carefully she removed one of her hands from his shoulder and cupped one full breast. Leaning slightly forward, still moving on him, she offered the treat at his mouth.

Immediately his mouth took it in, sucking strong on her flesh. “Yes, yess, mmmm feels good…..suck harder, baby”. He obliged, occasionally biting the nipple and making her gasp. She wanted to move faster, stronger…….but she was determined to hold out as long as she could. Slowly, she began to sense his desperation; he tried increasing the speed by pumping his hips strongly up at her. But she resisted, and stopped moving until he calmed. It was her turn to laugh at his groans of frustrations.

“Witch,” elazığ escort he scolded, but approvingly. His arms shook so hard, he did not know how much longer he could hold himself up. After five more minutes of the excruciating pace she set, he lost the strength to remain upright, and let himself lay back carefully on the bench. She followed, and began a small increase of pace, but still making sure his dick was fully buried on each stroke.

“What a hot pussy you have, sweet, how wonderfully wet you are.” Indeed, she could feel her juices flow more heavily, some leaking out a trail along one thigh. She could feel her own tension and excitement mount and tried to hold off her impending climax by once again slowing the pace. Just when she thought she had it under control, she felt a pair of distinctly separate hands begin to fondle her ass. Startled, she looked down, only to see her lover’s hands gripping the stone bench. So, whose hands were on her ass?

“Sweet, I think my friend has had about all he can handle watching us……I hope you don’t mind?” The wicked glint in his eyes expressed doubt that she would mind.

Opening her mouth to voice her approval, instead a gasp escaped as the newcomer’s hands separated her cheeks and she felt a tongue rimming her tight ass. Uncontrollably, she began to move more strongly, faster upon her lover as that tongue did its wicked dance on her ass. It writhed and stabbed at her, penetrating her slightly, then leaving to tease again at the entrance. Her ass lifted, giving him easier access.

“Hmmm, yeah baby, I’m gonna fuck that ass good.” He worked her for what seemed forever, and then she felt the tip of his cock, a very thick one at that, begin penetrating her. By the time he was halfway buried, Savannah was screaming her pleasure into her lover’s neck. But he continued, foraging deeper and deeper. She moved frantically now, trying to take as much as she could; in her pussy, in her ass. She could not hear anything above the pounding of her heart. She was so full.

The man behind her was relentless, pounding harder and deeper with each stroke. Any minute now and she knew she would not be able to hold back another orgasm. But then, that was the ultimate goal. Her lover strained under her, pushing his dick up and up and up, grinding against her clit. Exquisite pulses caused her pussy to tighten from the stimulation.

And then he groaned, gasped. He pulled out, only to stand in front of her and once again put his cock in her mouth. He held her head firmly while he fucked her mouth, and then with one last harsh groan, he came. “Fuck, yeah, aahhhh”, and Savannah allowed every bit to slide down her gullet. And still he moved; not wanting to break contact with that wet heat.

Savannah felt the man behind her, wildly fucking her ass, grip her hips……pulling her tighter and tighter to him. She yelled at him, “Harder, fuck me harder”. And he did, until every last inch was buried. Every part of his cock was now firmly embedded in her tight little ass. She moaned around her lover’s cock when she came, and felt hot liquid squirt on her ass cheeks. It made a sticky path between her legs, coating her pussy, running down her thighs. She was a mess, and no doubt would need a long hot soak to restore her sore muscles, but it had so been worth it. Gingerly she stretched and turned to sit on the bench. Smiling, she looked up to view the other man, and nearly fainted. It had been last year, but she would never forget that face…..The man she’d followed into the elevator. He’d known her name, but had never got around to explaining how he knew it.

And now, here they were; her mystery lover and this other man. Obviously, they knew each other. More confused than ever, she turned back to ask her lover what was going on, but he’d already disappeared. It seemed she would not get any answers from that direction. She turned to make inquiries of the other man, but he too had slipped silently away.

She dressed herself and made her way out of the enclosed garden and back up the alley to the main street. Fortuitously a cab was nearby. In the backseat, Savannah determined that one way or the other; she would discover her mystery lover’s identity. But for just this moment, she had to smile, knowing that whoever he was, he seemed intent only on giving her pleasure. And that was just fine with her.

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Fun at the Reservoir

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This is to be my first story, so comments and creative criticism welcome.

A cloudy day in Scotland, but my friend Eva and I, decided to go a hike up one of the mountains that was maybe a 40 minute drive away,

On the drive over, we would chat about different things, and enjoy the scenery, and the occasional sex reference we would make to one another about things we would do or had done with one another. As would often happen, when driving, i rest my hand on her leg as she sat in the passenger seat, before slowly sliding up to her inner thigh. She parts her leg slightly to allow me further access, working up as much as the leggings she wears will allow, until I my hand rests on her mound, where I can feel just the start of her wetness through her clothing.

She grabs my hand and with a light kiss to it, puts it back on the gear stick of my car and tells me to “Behave…” with a light smirk, which I love every time she does, before finishing with “..for now at least”

We arrive at the mountain, and after grabbing our bags, jackets and water bottles, start on our hike. The skies darken overhead, as we work our way up the pass, me staying behind Eva, much of it due to enjoying the view of her arse in front of me. We stop and rest, and i find myself admiring the beautiful woman in çorum escort front of me. Her long dirty blonde tied up into a ponytail, her body arching out as she stretches her body from the cramp and knots in her shoulders, her small firm breasts jutting nicely from underneath her jumper, her firm toned stomach shown as her t shirt is lifted from her stretching.

She knows I’m watching her, and then begins to bend over in front of me, stretching her legs and peering at me as she displays her firm ass, teasing me as she can see me struggling to stop myself from taking her there and then. As my defense’s Crumble and I am about to grab her by the hair, a couple of hikers walk round the corner, on their way back down the path. With that, Eva stops stretching, kisses me lightly, and with a teasing grab of my crotch, she shoulders her pack and we continue on once again.

We reach the top of the climb, and over look a reservoir , it’s nice, calm, and also rather isolated. We walk along the Reservoir path over looking the water, and watch as it funnels into Rapids and down to the power plant. We stand by the railing, her in front of me resting between me and the railings, my arms enclosed around her.

Her athletic 5ft 2 body leans against my 6ft 3 frame, her ass begins to denizli escort grind against my hardening cock, brushing her hair back to the other side of her head, I kiss down her neck, lightly biting at her ear, my hands running down her front,

The winds begin picking up as we begun in earnest, and as I slip my hand past her layers of clothing to fondle her breast, my fingers brushing past her bra and encircling her hardening nipple, the first falls of snow begin to fall on us.

We laugh at the sudden flurry, and as the snow begins to pound at us heavier, we can’t contain ourselves any longer, I quickly move my hands down to her shorts and unbutton them, pulling them down along with her leggings, to leave her ass bare, except for a thong which fits her ass well, my hand feels her cunt, which is soaking wet.

We both are aware that there could be other people show up at any time, but all that does is turn us on more at the chance of being caught. As she unbutton my jeans and brings out my cock, quickly she brings her mouth down to kiss the tip and runs her tongue along my shaft, teasing me, I grab her by the hair and pull her up to me, as something more primal takes over me and as I kiss her passionately before twisting her round and bending her over the rail.

I diyarbakır escort bring my cock to her clit, and before wetting it against her, I push forward and slide into her heat. We both cry out in pleasure, as our bodies thrust against one another as the snow and wind battles our voices, as I continue to drive my dick into her, as she begs me to fuck her harder, one hand wraps around and holds onto her ponytail as the other grabs her side, bringing her closer to me, getting every inch of me inside her.

The tension of everything that had led up to this point, and the added high of being outdoors and possibly getting caught, all added together on us, and with that, I could feel Eva tensing and tightening around me, as she began to go quiet before she began to orgasm, her pussy tight around my shaft and ass she let out moans as her orgasm began to rack through, I felt myself close to finishing, letting her know I’m close, I asked her where she wanted me to finish, she begged me to finish inside her, and that was enough to drive me over the edge, and I spent my load inside her.

We stay like that, her holding onto the railing and me leaning against her, both of us panting hard. As we regain our breath, and the shakes in our. Legs dissipate, the chill from the snow and sleet hasten us to put our clothes back on, and with a final deep and passionate kiss, we made our way down the path, towards the car, passing a couple more hikers on their way up the pass. We get in the car and start on our road home

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The Closet Domme: Caught

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“Turn over. I want to see if you came with me.” I instructed Rick, as I basked in the afterglow of taking him.

He reassured me, “I didn’t Mistress. You didn’t tell me I could.”

“Move up on the bed. I want you to rest a while.”

I was feeling so good after fucking him in the ass. I felt whole …somehow more complete. I spooned him for a bit then turned off the lights then softly closed the door leaving him to rest after my assault on his body. I was glowing, walking on air and decided to blow his mind with one of those kisses that melts him. I eased the door back open to give him that last treat and froze in my tracks. Rick didn’t know I was watching as he pleasured himself. I seethed as he stroked his erection, but quietly backed out of my bedroom without a word.

In the living room I grounded myself, then calmly woke Rick up. “Is there anything you want to tell me?”

There was a confused look on Rick’s face. He had no idea why I was asking.

I repeated myself, “Is there anything you want to tell me?”

“I don’t understand why you seem angry Mistress. Did fucking me displease you?”

“I saw you.” I snapped.

His eyes were pleading with me for clarification. “Go stand in the corner facing the wall.” He quickly got up and did as I said. I sat on the bed and watched him move across the room then stop in the corner near the wooden discipline chair. I stared at his back, his hips, and his entire body for a long time. My eyes moved over him taking in those details I loved. After twenty minutes of tense silence I said, “The whip or my hand?”

Rick took a deep breath then answered, “Your hand Mistress.”

Usually I would have him lay across my lap but I still had the dildo strapped to me so I had to do it with him standing. I picked up the dice then sat behind him. He complied when I told him to lean forward and brace his hands on the wall. “After our encounter, you disrespected me by touching yourself. I saw you masturbate, do you deny it?”

“No Mistress.”

“You are never to touch yourself sexually without my permission or instruction. That is not a new rule.” My voice was calm and steady yet full of disappointment.

“I know.” He said, softly.

“If you know, then what is your excuse?”

“With all due respect Mistress, I only touched it briefly.”

“And you felt it was ok to waste your seed rather then give it to me, your one and only.”

“No ma’am, you misunderstand…I did not cum, I…”

I cut him off, “How dare you. Obviously you don’t know your place.” I rolled the dice then multiplied the outcome by three. The number three signified all the ways I owned him – mind, body and soul. Lucky for him, I rolled 4 which meant he would receive 12 swats.

I began the count with bursa escort each stroke, “One… two…”

Rick sucked in air each time. He was being strong for me. I had so much respect for him when he accepted things like a man. I was getting so turned on because each time I spanked him it was like a jolt of electricity was sent to my clit. I began rocking back and forth in the chair, causing the shorter end of the dildo to fuck me.

“…three …four…five…” My hand stung as it made contact with his bottom. Rick’s butt cheeks were warm and red. This was so damn hot, too hot for words, “…six …seven …eight…” The spanking was slow and deliberate. I was on the verge of an orgasm but made myself concentrate. We were both new to this lifestyle and learning as we went along. I was still torn about enjoying the discipline but didn’t know how to change the fact. All I could hope was that Rick wouldn’t resent me for it. My voice softened, each number came out with a moan, “…nine …ten …eleven …twelve…”

There, I was done. I was also aroused, wet and pretty much stuck to the chair. These spankings were infrequent. They were definitely punishment but I found them unexpectedly and overwhelmingly sexually fulfilling. They were not meant to hurt Rick, they were symbolic discipline. What was important was the act of his bending over my knee …and the fact that he knew I had the right to make it hurt if I so chose. I always made sure my spankings stung, like when you popped a naughty child’s hand, but nothing more.

I got up and made my way to the bed, my lifelike cock bobbing as I went. I stretched out then beckoned him over. His love was so pure and beautiful as he knelt beside the bed.

“You have permission to lay beside me after you tuck me in. I need to cum again.” There was a bit of hunger in my voice as I twisted my nipples then brought one up to my tongue to suck.

Always the good submissive, he did as I said, his eyes never meeting mine. I spooned myself behind him, my lubricated dildo pressed to his sensitive ass. I slid myself in and out, in and out gently this time. Waves of pleasure were filling me as I penetrated him. I was gentle and loving this time kissing his upper back and shoulders. Taking Rick was like a drug and I was addicted. This second time was over too quickly. I came all over his backside, “If I ever catch you masturbating without permission, I will multiply the outcome of the dice by ten, and use the whip.”

I knew he was scared at the prospect but he never showed it outwardly. Strong. He was so strong for me. My protector, my lover and my submissive all rolled into one. Yes I owned and took care of him but he was still a man. More man then I had ever been with, yet he would do çanakkale escort anything I instructed. All of these thoughts ushered in my final orgasm. It washed through me slow and easy. I relaxed my body on top of his and melted into his being. We were one in that moment.

*****

Things just kept getting worse for Rick. A week later he was on thin ice yet again. It was 10pm when we stood at Mark’s door. “If I see even a hint of jealousy tonight your punishment will be severe.”

“Yes Mistress.”

“I have thought long and hard about this. Your punishment will be that for 30 days, anytime you make love to me you must use a condom. I am sure that as a man, you know the difference between the sensations of bare skin verses latex. You must learn to take responsibility for your actions and see how your failures affect me. You will have to live with the guilt that it is your job to please me but that I will come away from our sexual encounters unsatisfied. The guilt that my pussy won’t milk your cock when or IF I cum. For a whole month I am being denied pleasure that I have a right to.”

“I understand Mistress.”

“Well understand this. I have needs and if you can not fulfill them, even if it is temporary, I will have to look elsewhere for a submissive.” I only added that part to give additional incentive. Rick was married, and knew deep down that I had other lovers. He also knew that I had no wish to dominate anyone else. Our relationship was not monogamous but that was a line I would not cross.

Just then, Mark answered and invited us in, saying that his other guests would be leaving shortly. I was pleased forgetting how handsome he was, but he didn’t hold a candle to my Rick…my love. If the Gods were on my side tonight I would have two, the wonderfully familiar, and the intriguing new.

Before I left my house with Rick, I told him that if tonight went as planned, it would wash away all recent transgressions. That meant he had extra reasons for pleasing me. He also had instructions to mingle and keep himself busy. After all, we were not joined at the hip. I went in one direction and he went in another, drinking and chatting, mingling and making new friends. It was inching towards 11 when I looked over and saw him speaking to a woman. I knew that she was interesting because I had actually spoken to her earlier in the evening but that didn’t matter. She was petite and very pretty. If given the chance, I would fuck her, so I knew that he would too. I caught Rick’s eye from across the room and smiled. I mouthed the words, I love you, and used my feminine wiles to will him away from her. He got the hint like a good sub and I was very pleased. We had a double standard when it came to matters of love and sex. çankırı escort In general I did not want to witness, hear about or think about Rick with any other woman besides myself. I wanted to be the center of his universe and sexuality. Occasionally, I allowed stories of his exploits from earlier days and things about his wife. Rick used good judgment on when to sprinkle those things in and had never made me feel like less of a woman by making comparisons. I stand alone.

I was deep in thought when the last guests left and Mark signaled me from the stairs. I saw him but made him wait until I finished my drink. Martina rushes for no one. He watched as I set me empty wineglass on the coffee table then slowly made my way over there. I didn’t acknowledge him I just kept walking straight upstairs and into his bedroom. Mark followed and shut the door behind us.

* * * * *

While alone, we discussed what I wanted to happen in this threesome. Forty minutes later Mark ventured downstairs to retrieve Rick. When they returned I was still naked on the bed. There was a momentary flash of question in Rick’s eyes as they scanned my body and the surrounding bed, but no jealousy. Mark and I hadn’t made love we had only kissed and caressed but that was none of my sub’s business. He needed to think the worst since this was a test.

My voice was made for seduction, “Undress and join me on the bed Rick.”

“Of course Mistress.”

Mark slipped off his robe and boxers then positioned himself behind me in a spoon. Rick was apprehensive but joined us, knowing how much this night meant to me. He also knew that any outward sign of disrespect would have dire consequences. Now we were face to face, eager and uneasy all at the same time. I let my hands caress his waist just as Mark was caressing mine. “Kiss me.”

And he did, leisurely and natural. I pulled Rick in closer to me as our connection intensified. My hand wandered downwards as I pulled away. “Tonight we will only have oral sex. Mark will taste me, I will taste you, and you will taste Mark. We will be joined in a triangle.” I got up on my knees and repositioned myself. My sub moved diagonally on the bed and Mark slid over until we each had the desired person’s genitals in proximity to our mouths. Now we were all in position to give and receive pleasure. “If you aren’t sure what to do, follow my lead.”

I slid my palm up Rick’s thigh and rested it on his hip. My other hand fondled his soft penis. I looked over and saw him staring at Mark’s. He was about the same size as Mark so he shouldn’t have been intimidated at all. In the past, he consistently devoured my pussy and now I was expecting him to do the same to this stranger’s cock. Now we were all in position to give and receive pleasure. The question was, would he proceed or chicken out.

*****

The title ‘The Closet Domme’ refers to having secrets or skeletons. M’s secret is that she is into power games. In my fantasies, she is a vanilla girl discovering her kinky side and expressing it through role play in an affair.

–Sacred Beauty

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Sarah’s Birthday Party

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It had been quite awhile since I entered university. Things in my life had become much more tame. I really liked receiving high grades in school and so I ended up spending large amounts of my time in university studying. Since I spent so much time with my nose in a book, I had very little left over for boys, as a result I was single.

I pretty much looked the same as I did in my earlier stories. I was still very short, just about five feet tall. I had gained a little weight, not very much but was now around 110lbs. I was not as skinny as before but the majority of the weight found it’s way to my ass. I should have expected this from the night I saw my mother and father. I was destined to inherit her ‘booty’.

I had dyed my hair many times by this point, but had set it back to as close to my original colour of a dirty blonde as possible. I had previously worn glasses to read, but now switched to wearing contacts 24/7. I didn’t need them to see all the time but it was just easier to leave them in.

I played with the colour so sometimes my eyes were their original green, other times something new. I always wanted to have blue eyes so most of the time I wore the blue contacts.

It wasn’t just the studying all the time that made me a nerd. I enjoyed reading graphic novels (not comic books as a little kid might refer to them), playing video games, and role playing games as well. Like those fantasy card games (I also liked the sexy version too). In high school I played the flute in the band, but now in university I had less time for music as I was pursuing a degree in the sciences.

One of the nerdiest things about me was my obsession with a certain science fiction movie franchise. It wasn’t weird to be a fan as these movies were extremely popular, however not too many pretty girls like me were such die hard fans.

I was not shy about my love for these movies and all my friends knew I was a big fan. They didn’t care to learn much about my objects of obsession but they knew that I was obsessed.

By now I was twenty and only weeks away from my twenty-first birthday. With this I would finally be old enough to drink legally. This was a day I dreamt of since my first beer in high school.

I was the last of my friends to hit this milestone, and as they had to deal with my age restrictions for so long they wanted to celebrate the final member of their group becoming a woman. We would celebrate all birthdays, but this was a BIRTHDAY.

So I knew there was going to be a party, but the girls refused to tell me what would happen at this party.

For an early present they had purchased a dress for me to wear that night. It was just a plain black dress. I guess they had made this ambiguous choice so as to not provide me with any clues as to the nights events.

I got dressed and waited in my apartment for them to come pick me up. Soon my buzzer bitlis escort rang indicating they were here. I grabbed my purse and went outside. They had rented up in a limo. I rolled my eyes, people are going to think we are high school girls going to prom.

They explained to me that the limo was fancy, and came with a driver. Since they all wanted to drink that night, it was convenient that they had a built in designated driver.

I got in and we drove off. We ended up at this club downtown. It was a gay bar, so no boys I thought, but they were great places to dance, and I loved to dance!

We drank and danced the night away, I was having a ton of fun. We would dance with guys, and refreshingly they just wanted to have a good time, we didn’t have to deal with much horny bullshit.

At around midnight us girls were all very drunk and having a great time. We stopped dancing for a bit to gather around a large table and have a drink together.

“To our little Sarah becoming a woman!” My friend at the head of the table said raising her glass.

“Here! Here!” My other friends cheered as they clinked glasses.

“Now Sarah I bet you can’t wait to get your present?” Said the toasting girl. “Well wait no longer!”

Everyone cheered as the first girl reached into her purse. She dragged out a large roll of colourfully packaged condoms.

“We know how nerdy you are and how much you love boys, so we racked our brains to figure out how to help you combine your two loves.” She went on, “and we came up with this.” She handed me the roll.

They said glow in the dark on each wrapper.

“This way you can go out and play with light swords all night.” She explained. “There are ten in the roll, now go out and find ten guys and don’t come back until you have ten empty wrappers for us.”

The other girls all cheered.

I thanked the girls, but reminded them, “we are at a gay bar and finding ten straight guys would be next to impossible.”

“That’s where you’re wrong little one! We contacted the bar weeks ago to inform them of our plan. All the men here tonight are at least bi, and looking for some tonight!”

Oh my, I confirmed to my friends “You mean the guys we were dancing with already?”

They nodded their heads. I didn’t even think to check for tents. I guess I did feel the odd poke while I was being ground on, but I just figured it was their phones or keys and ignored it.

“On your mark! Get set! Go get those cocks!” Shouted the girl, my friends all cheered.

I blushed and began to approach the dance floor.

I soon found myself dancing sandwiched between two guys. I figured the most economical way to work through the roll was to go in groups. I had several threesomes that night, in the clubs bathrooms, in guys cars, I even let two guys fuck me in the middle of the dance floor.

It bolu escort had only been an hour or two after the gift was given and I’d already played with nine ‘laser swords’. Just one more to go I thought.

I moved to the dance floor to make my final selection. Several guys approached me but I mostly rejected them. Finally I walked up to a cute guy across the way and asked if I could play with his ‘glow stick’.

“A cute girl like you? Anytime, but I have my boyfriend here. I’d have to get his permission.” The man said.

He leaned across the bar and whispered with another guy for awhile.

“He is totally cool with it, but he wants to join in the fun as well.” The man said.

I thought, ‘but I only need one’. This guy was super cute though and I really wanted him to be that one. I figured if I had to go through his buddy to get him I would. And also the night was about battling light swords, you couldn’t just fight with one!

I took the boys hands and led them out of the club to our limo. I figured a larger space would be nice for my final performance.

We three piled into the back of the limo, the boys mouths all over me. For bi guys they sure knew how to work their tongues on a female body.

I soon had taken both their cocks out and was jerking away. They were both much larger than the other ones I’d had that night. Being that previously I’d not been very sexually active I became worried.

“I haven’t had big dicks like these in me for a very long time,” I said. “I may not be very good. I will have to go slow and I’m unsure how deep you can get in there.”

“It’s cool, if what you say is true you will be very tight and we wont last if we go fast and deep.” One of the guys said.

Just then was the first time with the boys I stopped to realize I only had the one condom.

“Do you guys have an extra rubber?” I asked them.

They both shook their head no. I explained my required task to them.

“It wouldn’t be fair if one of us had to wear a condom, but the other didn’t.” They complained.

Then they laughed at me, “you are kinda dumb aren’t you, you never thought you could just toss the contents out to get an empty wrapper?”

It wasn’t nice to call me names, I thought, but I certainly deserved it this time. My alcohol impaired brain never thought this one through. With saying this one guy grabbed the package from between my fingers. He tore it open and tossed its contents out an open window of the limo. He handed me the wrapper.

“You have your proof now.” He told me.

I did, but no more light shows for me tonight. My disappointment at this fact quickly disappeared due to my excitement realizing I had two cocks in front of me.

I went back to jerking, putting my mouth to work too. I was a little out of practice compared to my younger days, but the burdur escort guys seemed to like my technique anyways.

“We want to see you naked while you suck.” One of the men said.

The two of them worked together to get my dress off and then threw it on the seat across from us. In the back of the limo there were two large bench seats facing each other with a clearing in between.

Once the guys had deemed I’d sucked them long enough they lifted me up and splayed me out on the seat between them.

One of them dove into my pussy face first while the other watched. After awhile the voyeur decided to join the lick fest.

The men lifted me up pointing my face into the space in front of them. They grabbed my legs pulling me close butt first. The man who was previously eating my pussy resumed, his friend shot his tongue into my butt hole.

They munched away putting me in an uber-hot state. Never before had a felt the pleasure of two tongues like this. I came in short order, they liked the way I tasted I guess because they just kept going. The two tongues made me cum a couple more times before I was released.

The men then sat me down. My pussy was plunged onto a hard cock. They bounced me up and down on the cock holding me in the same position they licked at me in.

“She wasn’t lying.” Said the one inside me.

“Let me see.” Said the other.

They passed me back and forth like this. They both felt great and the best part was they did all the work. I was flexible so it was nothing to contort me into this position. I just got to relax and enjoy them taking turns bouncing me up and down.

They could go for hours. Over the time they bent me around into all sorts of crazy positions. Many I didn’t even know existed!

Even though the limo gave us more space to play, it was still kinda cramped, the men sure made the most of this space though. The ceiling was rather low but thanks to my slight stature, I could sit on top of them while they were on a seat and still not bump my head as I rode.

After what seemed like an eternity of cock, they told me they were both close. My final position found me standing on my head with my legs split a part above me.

The men were busy pushing down into my pussy. This kinda hurt my neck, but they had/were still giving me so much pleasure, I accepted the minor discomfort.

I was thankful to roll out from under them and crawled my way to the seat they were both stroking on.

“Get close.” One of the men instructed.

The men kept stroking now inches from my face. They both grunted and I knew what was coming. The sex was awesome, I was so pleased with myself for doing such a great job. The mere thought that they were too made me cum again.

All three of us were mid tingle when they let loose their cannons on me. They shot their loads on my face and into my open mouth. They tasted so great!

When we all emerged from our orgasmic dazes we began to get dressed. We said our thanks/goodbyes and piled out of the vehicle, heading back into the club.

I met up with my friends and presented them the final wrapper, completing a birthday to remember!

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