Merhaba arkadaşlar ben ıspartadan fırat başka bir hikayemle yeniden karşınızdayım…Bu anlatacağım gerçek bir olaydır ve bundan yaklaşık 4 yıl önce gerçekleşmiştir…4 yıl önce evde sınıf arkadaşım metinle ödev hazırlıyorduk o yurtta kalıyordu akşam o kadar çok çalışmıştık ki yorgunuktan ölüyorduk ve ona bu gece yurda gitmemesini bende kalabileceğini söyledim ben yanlız yaşıyordum…Evde yanlız kaldığım için sadece 1 odada soba yanıyordu ve oturduğumuz o sobalı odada tek yatak vardı yani metinle aynı yatakta yatacaktık..Bu olay 2mizide tedirgin etmişti ilk başta ama metin tamam kardeşim neden kalmayayım ki dedi ve tek yatakta değil senin altında bile kalmaya razıyım ben dedi…İlk başta ne demek istediğini anlayamamıştım ama sonradan fark ettimki metin bir gaydı ve sanırım benden hoşlanıyordu…Kalma kararından sonra Televizyonu açıp beraberce izlemeye başladık.Bir taraftan izliyor bir taraftanda biralarımızı yudumluyorduk….Sonra ben uykum geldi yatıyorum deyip duvar tarafına yattım.O ise hala tv kanallarını geziyordu…Bir müddet sonra ışığı kapatıp yatağa geldi ve yanıma uzandı…Arkası bana dönük halde tv yi izlemeye devam etti…Aradan 5 dk geçti ve tvyi kapattı…Böyle sırtlarımız birbirine dönük vaziyette dururken ben uyumuş numarası yapıp aklımdan metini nasıl sikeceğimi düşünmeye başladım…Sonra yönümü metine doğru döndürdüm…Bu pozisyona geldiğimde metinde poposunu Sıhhiye Escort bana doğru değdirmeye başladı…Ben uyanmayayım diye yavaş hareket ediyordu…Ama ben uyanıktım ve benimkide uyanmaya başladı…Kısa süre sonra dimdik olmuştu metinde bunu farkedip artık dahada bastırıyordu kıçını bana doğru…Sonra hiç beklemediğim anda elini benimkinin üstünde gezdirmeye başladı…Ve artık benimde uyanma zamanım gelmişti…Birden uyanır numarası yaptım ve metin telaşla aletimden çekti..Ona uyumadığımı ve bu yaptığının çok hoşuma gittiğini söyledim vede benimde bir gay olduğumu bilmesini istedim.Bunu duyunca rahatlamıştı vede tekarrdan yüzünü bana doğru döndürüp tekrar aletime elini getirdi…Artık ok yaydan çıkmıştı osikilmek bende sikmek için sabırsızlanmaya başlamıştım…Birden elini pijamamdan içeri soktu ve benimkiyle oynamaya başladı…Eli tamamen artık aletimdeydi ve oynadıkça benimki dahada kalkmaya başladı…Ve sonunda artık dimdik olmuştu tekrardan…Yanlız metin benimkinin büyüklüğünden yakınıyordu abi bu ne böyle ya hem büyük hemde kalın hayatta alamam bunu ben dedi…Sanırım dediği kadar vardı çünkü benimki 17 cm ve kalınlığıda 5 cm vardı…Bu sözlerinden onun daha öncedende sex yaptığını anladım ve bana 3 kere sex yaptığını ama şimdiye kadarki partnerlerinden en büyük aletin bende olduğunu söyledi…Bende olum merak etme ben deneyimliyim işimi bilirim dedim ve Escort Sıhhiye ona artık yalamasını söyledim…Bunu duyan metin hemen aşağı doğru indi ve kilotumuda çıkartarak başladı yalamaya…O yalarken bende boş durmayıp parmaklarımla onun deliğini yumuşatmaya başladım…Orta parmağımı soktuğumda birden kendini geri çekti sanırım acımıştı…Demekki daha deliği çok dardı ve bu çok hoşuma gitmişti… Parmağım bile zor girdiyse benimki buraya çok zor girecekti belliydi derken artık dayanamaz oldum vede ağzını sike sike boşaldım ve bütün spermleri yalayıp yuttu…Sonra tekrar yastığa başını koydu b-ve başladı bana sorular sormaya…Bende sohbet edasında cevaplıyordum ve muhabbet ediyorduk…Bu sıralarda eli yine vucudumda geziniyordu sıra aletime geldiğinde tekrar kalktığını anladı ve bu ne hız ya daha 5 dk oldu boşalalı seni gidi hızlı seni diyerek takılmaya başladı ve tekrardan benimkine yumuldu…Bu sefer dahada iştahla yalıyordu…Ve elinden tutup hazır olduğumu söyledim…Yerinden kaldırdım onu ve köpekleme pozisyonuna artık onu daha fazla çıldırtmak istemiyordum bir hareketle arkasına geçtim ve o tüm masumiyetiyle aletimi o deliğe doğru bastırdım ve yavaş yavaş ilerlemeye başladım…Biraz zorlansada aletimin başını sokmayı başarmıştım ama metinde acının etkisiyle inlemeye başladı…Biraz böyle kaldım ve artık içine gelip gitmeye başladım…Çok geçmeden deliği iyice yumuşamıştı Sıhhiye Escort Bayan ve benim 17 cmlik aletim artık tamamıyla metinin içindeydi…Hızlanmaya başladığım anda metin yavaş ol lütfen hala acıyor diye inlemeye devam etti…Ama artık çok geçti ve ben belinden kavradığım metine ardı arkasına hızlı hızlı sokmaya devam ettim…Oda alışmış olacak ki çok geçmeden geçir bitanem sik beni kocacım demeye başladı…Pozisyon değiştirmek istediğimi söyledim ve onu yatağa sırt üstü uzatıp ayaklarını omuzuma koydum…Metin se hemen aletimi tutup deliğinin üstüne dayadı… Biraz itmemle aletimin hepsini içine aldı…Bendeydi sıra ve tempolu bir şekilde deliğine girip çıkmaya başladım…Her girişimde hayalarım metinin götüne çarpıyor ve garip garip sesler çıkıyordu…Böyle bir müddet daha devam ettim ve artık boşalma zamanım gelmişti…Bunu anlayan metin hemen doğrulup aletimi tuttu ve ağzına doğru yanaştırıp sıvazlamaya başladı…Bende daha fazla dayanamadım ve tüm spermlerimi metinin ağzına boca ettim…Ağzının içini spermlerimle dodurmuştum metinin ama sanırım bu kadarı yetmemiş spermlerimin birazı yanaklarına doğru gelmişti ve onlarıda eliyle aldı ve yuttu…ikimizde yorgunluktan yatağa yığılıp kalmıştık…O gece metini 2 kere daha değişik pozisyonlarda siktim artık sabah oluyordu metin gece ona yaşattıklarım için teşekkür edip çok yi olduğumu ve zevkten uçtuğunu söyleyip dudağıma bir öpücük kondurdu…Birbirimize sarılarak uyuduk…Daha sonralarıda bu ilişkimize devam ettik…Şuan yine görüşüyoruz ve her görüşmemiz daha da zevkli geçiyor…Umarım bu yazımıda beyeniyle okursunuz…Benimle görüşmek isteyen arkadaşların maillerini bekliyorum…Gönderen: pegasus32

I’m on a long distance conference call meeting with the Chicago office when she walked into my office to drop off some papers for me to sign. I’m sitting sideways to my desk, leaning back with one leg propped up on the pull out tray of my desk. I look bored with the conversation because she see my eyes roll in disgust at something that is said. She decides to try to spice it up for me. I’m thirty three years older than her. My chisled facial features thrill her. There is always a bulge in the crotch of my pants and she wonders exactly what is behind the fabric. She has imagined a long thick cock with a mushroom like head. Nikki has fantasized about my cock sliding into her pussy many times and those fantasies never fail to wet her panties, even here at work. She has also fantasized about taking my big fat cock into her mouth and sucking me off which also never fails to excite her. At night she often masturbates with a big life-like dildo that she imagines is my cock and she always has a big orgasm.

Nikki is 22 slender curvy petite woman, she is 5′ 5″ tall with small breasts and long blonde hair. She is in the secretary pool, she is filling in for my secretary who is on vacation. Nikki is a new employee to the firm, she has worked at the firm for two weeks. She has heard the rumors and stories about me. Her breasts 34B, she thinks that I like to gaze at them. Nikki notices my eyes gravitating that way many times when she leans over and lay things on my desk. Her waist is slender and her hips are curvy. She always wears thigh-high stockings over her long legs and generally wears at least three inch heels. She tries to dress professionally but yet with some sexiness. I have never made a pass at her even though she knows that I watch her small firm ass whenever she walks out of the office and she always give it an extra wiggle or two just for me. Noticing that my coffee cup is empty she saunters over to the coffee pot and refills it. I mouth the words, ” Thank you,” as she set it down on the coaster on my desk. With her heart beating faster she suddenly kneel down between my legs and quickly unbuttons her top.

Pulling it aside pull her bra cups down to release her boobs to my view. Nikki sees that my eyes are big and wide as she cups them and lifts them upward so that she can kiss the nipples. I silently mouth the question, ” What the hell are you doing?” but she doesn’t answer. Instead she lays her hands on the insides of my knees. My face is becoming slightly flushed as she slides her hands slowly up my inner thighs toward my crotch. As she does so she can see my ever-present bulge growing even larger underneath my pants. Before she loses her nerve she slides her hands up over my bulge and lightly squeezes my hardening cock. It feels like it is everything that she has imagined, long, big and hard. Moving further upward she quickly unfastens my belt and the button on my pants. She hears me trying to make some intelligent sounding conversation on the phone while she unzips my pants to reveal black satiny fabric.

Released from the confines of my pants my cock grows even more behind the looser silk boxer shorts. Pulling down the waistband of my boxers she gets to see my monster cock for the first time and it is everything that she has anticipated it to be! It is long and fat and very hard and she creams her panties at the sight of it. It is hard as steel and it throbs in her hand as Emek Escort she strokes it several times. A pearly drop of pre-cum has already formed on the tip and she licks it away with her tongue while looking up at me. I still have a look of disbelief on my face. Without taking her eyes away she swirls her tongue around the crown and my hips move involuntarily like I want more. Not knowing how much time she has she takes the head in her mouth and starts sucking. Again my hips start moving up and down like I’m trying to shove it deeper in her mouth. My eyes are now closed.

Then she begins bobbing her head up and down, taking more of my cock in her mouth with each stroke. But she has a problem: my pants are in the way for her to get a full stroke so she tugs on them, trying to get some more room to play. She also wants to play with my balls while she sucks me. I see her dilemma and I lift my hips enough for her to get my pants down to my ankles. Pushing my knees apart she now has the freedom to do what she wants to do. She gently grasps my heavy cum-filled balls and begin gently rolling them around between her fingers. Meanwhile, my cock is going deeper and deeper into her mouth until it reaches the back of her throat. Taking a deep breath and suppressing her gag reflex she pushes past that spot and swallows rapidly until my cock is sliding down into her throat.

As my cock goes deep in her throat she hears a strangled sound from me and hears me say into the phone, ” No, I just choked on my coffee, sorry!” Nikki really thinks that I was surprised when my cock went down her throat and I was trying to cover up a heavy moan. She holds my cock there and lets her throat muscles massage the head of my cock. She looks up and my eyes are closed and my face is flushed red. When she can stand it no longer she is coming back up for air when I open my eyes. She pulls back just far enough to breathe around my cock before going back down. A few minutes later her nose is pressed tightly up against my pubic hair. During this time my hips are not still, they are pushing upward, lifting my buttocks up off of the chair as she holds me deep in her throat.

For the next fifteen minutes she repeatedly slowly deep-throats me until she feels my cock expanding even more in her throat. She hears me groan softly and suddenly my cock is spurting my stringy cum down her throat. After two or three spurts she wants to taste me so she pulls back so I can shoot the rest my delicious hot seed into her waiting mouth. As she is sucking the remainder of my hot cum from my cock she hears me make another lame excuse into the phone. She keeps sucking until she gets every last drop of my essence and my cock deflates in her mouth. After swallowing my load she returns to sucking my cock to be sure that it is absolutely clean. She thinks she hears that maybe the phone call is winding up so she releases my cock and does her best to pull my underwear and pants back up before she puts her boobs away and fastens her blouse. Then, after licking her lips in an exaggerated way, she turns and walks out of my office giving her ass a few special wiggles on the way out.

About fifteen minutes later my voice comes over the intercom. ” Miss Jones, may I see you in my office please?” Nikki is standing in front of my desk when I ask in a gruff voice, ” And just what was the reason for your performance a little while ago?” ” Emek Escort Bayan You looked awfully bored, Sir,” She replys, trying not to smile. ” I thought that I would liven things up for you.” ” Well you did that for sure. I’m very amused at the sounds I was making while I supposedly choked on my coffee. It was very embarrassing for me because I think that he may have figured out what was going on. Do you know what this means?” ” I’m hoping it will mean that you will fuck me when I can get you hard again,” She replies while quickly unbuttoning her top once more. ” Miss Jones, I hardly think that … this … is … appropriate … behavior … for …” Nikki interrupts, ” Oh, come on Mr. Malone, you’ve wanted to fuck me since I was hired. I can see it in your eyes every time I come into your office. And you’ve wanted to see and play with these tits too, haven’t you?” Nikki is topless by now and she is cupping her breasts in her hands, once again lifting them up and kissing them. I stand unbuckling my belt and sliding it from the loops of my pants, her eyes never leaving my hands.

The leather belt folds easily in my hand and I chuckled. ” What’s the matter Nikki? I sense confusion, do you need it beaten out of you?”
She somehow found her voice and tried vainly to take control of the situation. ” Mr Malone, whatever this is, it’s certainly not funny.”
” You’re right Nikki, it’s not funny, it’s very serious.” My growling voice is purposely low, assuring she is straining to catch every word, her attention wholly on me in this moment. She is staring at me, her eyes dark with lust, the inner turmoil in her head nearly visible. Her hair is soft in my hand as I reach over grabbing it, tugging it, forcing her eyes to me. ” Now, take those documents you worked so hard on and put them away.” Almost automatically, she slips the reports on my desk into the drawer next to her, my hand never leaving her hair. I smiled, forcing her eyes back to me again. ” Next, you’re going to slide off your panties, lift your skirt and bend over the desk, right fucking here in front of me.” She didn’t right do anything away, instead staring up at me – perplexed, still – doe-eyed, the picture of innocence even though I knew better. Knew completely better. Nothing innocent embodied in this woman. I pull her hair hard, ” Get them off now Nikki.”

The dominance in my voice made her jump; she has never heard that tone of voice from mer. Without putting up another protest, she is released from my handhold on her hair, and she walks around obediently to the desk in front of me, lifts her skirt dropping her panties to the floor. With a satisfied sneer adorning my lips, I gently caress one bare ass cheek, which is far sexier than I could have imagined, while my other hand snake into her hair again, clutching hard as I pull her back slightly. ” Oh, Nikki, your ass is in goddamn trouble. I’ve been dreaming of this day,” I whispered in her ear. Before the whimper can leave her lips, I pull myself free, took off my royal blue silk tie, and secured it around her neck, pulling it tight – UntamedLioness elicited excessive sexual gratification from being choked, as evidenced on her profile details – and I gripped her hips then slammed my hard cock deeply into her. The moan that is ripped from her throat nearly sent me over the edge of orgasm.
I fucked her harder than she had ever been fucked by anyone. Her Escort Emek hips slamming against the desk with each thrust, the desk legs etching noisily into the hardwood floor; no doubt her thighs will be bruised tomorrow. She cries out, in ecstasy, in pain … it is all an intoxicating blur to her.

But it isn’t enough for me. I yank her head back whispering sadistically in her ear, my hips not stopping, ” You like this don’t you, you little slut? You want to be my bitch.” She moans at my words, her drenched pussy gripping my fat cock tighter and deeper, silently begging for my cum load to fill her cunt. It is only then my hips stop, my breathing hard and ragged. ” Oh no, slut. It won’t be that motherfucking easy.” I thrust into her once more, making her scream loud, reverberating through the entire now-emptied office floor. ” Beg for it, beg to cum on my cock like the greedy little whore you are. Beg and I might let you cum.” My hips start moving again, slow this time, wanting her to ache for it. Her breathing is erratic; she is so close that if I went a little faster she would come undone. Nikki wanted it, she beseeched it, and the fact that it is coming from a man she has dreamed about made it that more erotic for her. The slow fuck is cock-throbbing torture to me. I’m ready to erupt, any second now. In fact, if I didn’t focus on not cumming, I would burst into her immediately. I feel her walls shuddering around me, so close. I thrust once more, and with that she completely unravels.

” Oh, fuck! Mr Malone, please let me cum! I need to cum for you!” She screams, dragging her nails down the desk, leaving faint scratch marks on it. I speed up, gyrating fast and furious into her cunt, the juices emanating from her is a waterfall. ” Come on Nikki, you want to cum don’t you, slut? Beg!” The ferocity behind each thrust is agony; I knew I will have another fuck this good, with all the angry bottled emotion now uncorked behind each and every rhythmic assault of my cock destroying her pussy with jack hammering thrusts. Nikki continues her pleas, her words no longer sensible, just a high-pitched combination of ‘please’, ‘oh fuck’ and ‘John.’ Finally, I can’t hold back anymore. ” Cum you slut!” I barked at her, and we orgasmed in unison, I’m surging into her with an intense, loud groan and spasmodic plunge as Nikki milks every last drop of cum from me, her cunt convulsing around my pulsating cock.

Heavy breathing fills the room, as I soften inside of her, my body limp against hers. She is crushed against the desk, an ache palpitating throughout her battered hip bones, and the back of her scalp excruciatingly tender. But from head to toe, she is filled with euphoric sexual release as she has never known before, drugged in a sexual stupor. After a few moments I pull away from her, dragging her one last time by the hair and dropping her to her knees in front of me. ” Clean off my cock, slut.” Without hesitation she sucks my soft cock into her mouth, licking up all traces of my cum and hers, greedily consuming every trace of our sexual fluids we had extracted from each other. When she had completed her task, I stroked her hair almost affectionately before whispering, ” Good girl.” Nikki sat there on her knees, skirt hitched up and panties around her ankles, stunned. I collected the last of my things, putting the documents she gave me earlier back on my desk.
Taking her chin in my hand, I forced her eyes onto me for the final time that night. ” I need you to look over those reports tonight Nikki. I’ll see you in the morning.” And with that, I turned and walked out of my office.

When I first started working where I am over eleven years ago, there was one girl (Teresa) that I fooled around with for a while. She was not the prettiest person around, but her looks were better then average. Anything she lacked in looks, she sure made up for it with sex.

She was willing to fuck almost anywhere. There were several times we fucked at work, in the parking lot at work. Once when driving her home from work late at night, we pulled over onto a dirt road since she didn’t want to wait.

One night, when I picked her up from work we stopped at a secluded wooded spot on the way to her house. I laid down a sleeping bag on the ground and we fucked in the open. She screamed so loud, I thought the police would come.

Even though the sex was good, there wasn’t much else there. She was living at her father’s place and we really didn’t do much else but fuck, so we went out separate ways. I moved on to a different area of the company and lost track of her.

A few months later, I tore a tendon in my left elbow and was home recovering from surgery when I received a call from Teresa. She had moved out of her father’s place and was staying at a friends house. She asked if I would like to see her before she moved up north in a few days.

I Tuzla Escort was feeling pretty horny and getting out of the house would do me some good – even if I the doctor didn’t want me driving. Plus my girlfriend and I had been fighting because of her teenage son, so we were taking a break from each other. She gave me directions to her friend’s place.

When I arrived, her friend was leaving to go to the store. Teresa and I started talking about how we were doing and what she was going to do up north. During the discussion she a comment that caused me to pick up a pillow and tossed it at her. She tossed it back at me and this continued for a few more tosses, when Theresa said “You don’t want to start something you aren’t going to finish”.

I asked her how did she know I wasn’t going to finish whatever I started. With that I got up and walked over to her. She was sitting on the couch, so I pinned her down and started kissing her. At first she said she didn’t want to since I had a new girl friend, but after a few minutes of kissing and me rubbing her tits, she changed her mind.

I grabbed the bottom of her top and yanked it over her head. I then took her bra off. As I started attacking her hardening nipples, I reached down and moved one of Tuzla Escort Bayan my fingers into her soaked pussy.

I stood up for a moment to remove my shirt, pants and underwear. She leaned forward and started stoking my dick with one of her hands as the other hand played with her pussy. This continued for a few moments, before I had her stop. I lifted her legs up and removed her skirt and panties, before spreading her legs apart. Her pussy lips were spread wide just begging for my dick. I was going to fuck her for all we were worth.

I slide my dick all the way in her which caused her to climax. Pumping in and out of her I could hear the sloshing noise being made. My balls slammed against her as she came several times. I could feel my release building, but I wanted to prolong it just a little bit longer, so I pulled all the way out of her.

I had her then stand up, face the couch and bend over using the back of the couch for support. I then spread her legs apart. You could see her pussy lips all puffed up and cum dripping out her pussy and off those lips.

I entered her from the rear. This time slowly at first, but it was getting harder and harder to not come inside her. Before I did, there was one last thing I wanted to do Escort Tuzla so she would remember me.

I pulled my dick out of her and just slide it along her pussy lips. While doing this I got some of her cum on my fingers and used it to lubricated butt hole. At first she didn’t do much, cause she thought I was going to finger her butt – but when I leaned back she realized what I was going to do. She tried to push up, but I held pushed down on her back as the tip of my dick was at the entrance of her butt.

Knowing I had to hurry or she would get lose, I pushed forward and sank half of my dick into her butt before either of us knew it. She was trying real hard to get free, but instead of getting away her movements actually caused me to go deeper.

She either started to enjoy it or decided to let me have my way. Either way – she stopped struggling and started to let me pump away inside her. I reached around and grabbed hold of each of her breasts as I pumped my dick in and out of her butt feeling me getting closer and closer.

Finally I started spewing my cum inside her butt. She tightened her cheeks up so much I wasn’t sure I would ever be able to pull out of her. We both collapsed on the couch, sweat pouring off us.

Just as we finished getting dressed her friend returned. She was none to happy about the smell of sex in the house and yelled at me to get out.

After she moved, we communicated with each other for a few months, but as she got settled she got a job, started school and a boyfriend.

“Sangria?” the waitress asked.

Mark responded with an eager head nod. It was only 2:30 pm and he was already on his third glass. The others at the table all responded to the Catalan waitress in a similar manner. There were eight of them, all teachers from the Mid-Atlantic part of the US. They were there on a chaperone training tour — learning all the ins and outs of how to be responsible chaperones for teenagers travelling abroad on spring and summer breaks. Of course, drinking all the sangria Barcelona had to offer was not an official part of the training, but teachers tend to make the worst students. Mark had signed up to take a group of students to Costa Rica the following spring, which would be his first trip abroad as a chaperone. About half of the other teachers were also first timers, while a few were experienced chaperones cashing in some rewards points and providing some teacher-to-teacher wisdom beyond what the official training staff had to offer.

Bridgette, like Mark, was a first-time chaperone. She would be taking a group of talented art students on a Renaissance tour of Italy and France the following summer. She certainly looked the part when the group met at the airport earlier in the weekend — long blonde hair, braided into two sections, a cute nose ring, and overalls over top of a tight white t shirt. She was quite the sight, and Mark took almost immediate notice.

He introduced himself as they waited for their official trainer to pick the group up from the airport. After a red-eye across the Atlantic, he was not feeling very confident, but figured they were all in the same situation anyway. They made small talk about their teaching positions, lamenting the effort it took to plan for a 3-day absence and arrange for substitute coverage for their classes. Soon enough their trainer had arrived and the whole group of eight boarded a way-too-large tour bus and departed for the El Poblenou section of the city where they would be staying for the next several days.

On board the bus, the trainer was eager to play get-to-know-you games, the ones that Mark and his colleagues so disliked (but also used with their own students early in the year as everyone settled in). Each teacher was asked to share their name, where they were from, and what trip they would be taking their students on. After everyone had shared, the trainer then asked each them to share their “theme song” for the trip. Mark racked his brain for something (he hated being put on the spot like this). He paid little attention to those that shared before him as he tried to come up with something that would make him seem interesting but struggling to do so. Ultimately, he settled on “Barcelona,” the Ed Sheeran tune about a dreamy escape full of dancing and Sangria.

The trainer groaned and muttered “oooooo how original, think all day on that one?”

Marks cheeks flushed red with embarrassment while the trainer giggled and moved on to the next teacher, which happened to be Bridgette. She pondered out loud for a moment, commenting on her New Jersey roots before settling on “I’m on Fire” by Bruce Springsteen. Mark’s cheeks suddenly weren’t red with embarrassment anymore, but flushed with a feeling of desire. He knew that song from memory and wondered if anyone else knew just how sexual it was.

The bus pulled over in front of a three-star hotel just as the last teacher was sharing their theme song. The group eagerly got off the bus and brought their bags into the hotel lobby, only to learn that they wouldn’t be checking in. They were only there to drop their bags, freshen up, change their clothes if they wanted to do, and then hit the ground for their first training session. The trainer mentioned something about the importance of simulating the trip experience, as we would likely have packed itineraries the first day of our trips to fight of the desire to sleep and thus avoid being too jet lagged.

The hotel concierge ushered the group to what looked like a closet-sized conference room and instructed us to freshen up, change, and leave our belongings there before scurrying away to other matters. The group looked around in disbelief at one another. How were they supposed to freshen up and change in such a small space in the short amount of time they had been given before needing to get back on the bus.

Bridgette was the first to break the tension in the group by casually dropping her luggage and unbuttoning one strap of her overalls.

“What?” she challenged, “We’re all adults, let’s just do this quickly and get back to the bus. I hear the market we are going to serves awesome Sangria.”

While everyone was a little uncomfortable at changing in this cramped room with people who were complete strangers only 20 hours ago, they followed Bridgette’s lead and quickly changed into new clothes and applied some deodorant, all without much fan fair. As the group exited the room, Mark couldn’t help but notice that Bridgette had never rebuttoned one of her overall straps and he could see that Beykoz Escort she was now braless underneath her pale blue tank top.

Upon boarding the bus, the group’s trainer instructed them to sit in pairs. “Your partner will be your buddy. You never go anywhere without your buddy. If you go to a café for coffee, you take you your buddy. If you stop to exchange currency, you need to take your buddy. If you need to use the bathroom, you take your buddy.”

She clearly took her job very seriously and was set on providing us with an immersive experience. The only problem was that “buddys” were supposed to be same gender and your roommate at the hotel. However, there were three guys and five girls in their group. Two of the women quickly paired up, not wanting to risk having some unknown man attached to their hip for the next three days. Two of the men did likewise as they had apparently formed a bond over their mutual interest in Bob Seger.

That left three guys and Bridgette. Having been piqued by Bridgette’s bohemian look and interest in Springsteen, Mark didn’t give the other guys a chance to vie for the position of her buddy. He plopped down in the seat next to her with a casual smile, dropping a sly “what’s up, buddy?” as he settled into his seat.

The pair continued their earlier small talk as the bus made its way through the crowded city streets. There was often unavoidable contact between them as the driver took sharp corners, trying to navigate the tight turns of the city on the way to Passiege de Gracia. On one particularly sharp turn, Bridgette was caught unawares and her hand fell on Mark’s upper thigh. He blushed a little bit and she quickly pulled back and sat up straight, blood rushing to her cheeks as well.

Mark gave her a smirk and joked “you know, my school has very strict rules on teachers fraternizing with one another.”

Bridgette’s cheeks continued to blush as she quickly defended herself, saying “I swear, it was the driver, I was caught off guard.”

Mark saved her embarrassment with a quick slight of his hand onto her bare knee, exclaiming “damn driver!”

Bridgette laughed with her whole body, and Mark took quick notice of the way her chest jostled up and down with each giggle.

Finally the bus driver reached their destination of the famed Passiege de Gracia the most expensive street in all of Barcelona and maybe even Spain. The trainer was quick to announce that this was not their intended venue, merely a place to park and meet up with another group of trainees from the West Coast of the US who were staying at a different hotel. The group got off the bus and followed their trainer across the busy street to the center of Placa de Catalunya where the other group was waiting for us.

The other group’s trainer took the lead and explained that the group would be taking a guided tour of the Gothic Quarter in about 2 hours, and that they should plan to meet back here in an hour and a half. In the meantime, the groups were free to roam down the Passiege de Gracia and venture out for lunch and some shopping. Not really knowing how much leeway they had, the original group of teachers stuck together and didn’t venture very far, taking care never to leave their buddy behind.

After they had strolled down a few side streets, Bridgette suggested that they stop for some lunch and just people watch until it was time to meet the other group back up the street at Placa de Catalunya. They settled on a small café with plenty of outside seating, where they enjoyed some tapas. One of the more veteran teachers took charge, ordering plates of this and that with a confidence that the rookie teachers marveled at. Soon the sangria and conversation were flowing. The group started with small talk about their careers and home lives before Bridgette abruptly changed the conversation to everyone’s theme song, taking a small jab at Mark’s entirely unoriginal choice.

Maybe it was the sangria, but Mark took it in stride and countered with his own comment on Bridgette’s choice: “Well at least I didn’t pick a song all about my desire for someone who I can’t have!”

Her face blushed even more so than after a glass of sangria. Sensing her embarrassment, Mark quickly jabbed her arm with a playful “aww I’m just trying to get everyone to forget about my Ed Sheeran obsession.”

The playful conversation continued with less embarrassment for both and soon it was time to return to their meeting spot for the walking tour.

At this point, everyone in both groups had been awake for almost an entire day, unless the bumpy, upright “sleep” one gets on a red-eye can be counted as legitimate sleep. The thought of a walking tour in the Spanish sun gave everyone pause, but their local tour guide spoke with such vigor and enthusiasm that the group quickly shrugged off any weariness. By the time the tour had ended the group was buzzing, hoping to continue this high through dinner and into the night. But by the time they were seated for dinner Beykoz Escort Bayan in the basement of a restaurant not far from their hotel, everyone was zonked. No one even ordered Sangria, and the conversation was dull at best.

Sensing the lack of energy, their trainer quickly gave them their nightly debrief, including instructions for when and where to meet in the morning and what to bring along with them. She paid the group’s tab (one of the many perks of such a trip) and ushered them back to the hotel where they could finally check in and get some much-needed rest.

When the group returned to the hotel, they learned that there had been a booking mistake on the hotel’s part. They had simply assumed that a group of eight individuals would need four double rooms. They were terribly sorry about the mistake but could do nothing to fix it as they were completely booked. Someone in the group would have to share a room with someone from a different gender, or three guys would have to share two beds in an already cramped room. Mark, weary from the past two days of travel and walking through the city, was slow to comprehend what was happening. But Bridgette was alert to the situation and saved everyone from some awkward conversation about how to fix the situation by saying “Well, I’m not supposed to leave my buddy anyway, so I guess Mark can stay with me.”

Mark gave no objections, has he was too tired to really counter with any other fix. He also felt a familiar flush in his cheeks at the thought of getting to room with this undoubtedly attractive near-stranger.

The trainer was hesitant but ultimately agreed to the change, imploring the hotel to update her if anything else opened up over the next few days. The teachers tiredly went off to their respective rooms, bags in tow. Since the hotel was fully-booked, the teachers were not in a block of rooms as the trainer had expected, but scattered about wherever they could be placed. Mark and Bridgette were the sole group on the ground floor. While they lacked any sort of view, they were spared the task of hauling themselves up the stairs, as the hotel had no elevator. While the day had been fraught with moments of tension between the two, both Mark and Bridgette quickly unpacked their necessities and went to bed without much conversation. They were both utterly exhausted.

The morning came too soon for both Mark and Bridgette, who were awoken by a courtesy call from the front desk, requested by their trainer for 6:30 am for all of the teachers in her group. Neither was keen to get out of bed and be the first one into the shower. Bridgette ultimately relented and scurried into the bathroom and turned on the shower. As she stepped into the small shower stall, she shrieked at the cold water coming from the shower head.

Mark, unaware of the water situation, rushed into the bathroom with the nightstand notepad ready to swat whatever godforsaken insect had spooked his roommate. It wasn’t until he had opened the bathroom door that he remembered he was naked. It was too late — the door had swung open and Mark was on full display. Bridgette let out another shriek, this time startled by Mark’s nakedness as well as her own. He quickly covered what he could of himself with the notepad while backing out of the bathroom, cheeks fiery red with embarrassment.

Bridgette wrapped herself in a towel and followed Mark out of the bathroom demanding to know what the hell he was doing. “I thought there was a spider or something in the bathroom and I came to kill it. It happened to my college girlfriend all the time. Old habits die hard I guess” he explained.

She was unimpressed by this explanation, sarcastically nodding along, muttering “mmhmm…yea…sure.” She retreated to the bathroom and turned on the shower, waiting this time before getting in.

At this point the sexual tension of the previous day had transformed into complete awkwardness. Mark was repeatedly apologetic for the morning mishap throughout the day, taking time to say “I’m really sorry” at every opportunity, to the point where Bridgette was now trying to avoid conversation altogether. That was made incredibly difficult by the “never leave your buddy” rule imposed yesterday. What’s worse is that their trainer had arranged for them to take a trip outside the city into the mountains to see the monastery at Montserrat, where they would be competing in a scavenger hunt for a fifty-euro metro card. The drive from the city involved the similar sharp turns as the bus navigated through narrow mountain passes and switchbacks. The two were constantly bumping each other, prompting even more half-hearted apologies.

By the time they got to the monastery, Mark was quietly furious at himself. He messed up this morning, and had only made things worse since. He decided he would take one last shot at resolving the situation. After leaving the bus and getting their instructions for their scavenger hunt, Mark pulled Bridgette aside in an attempt to clear the air. Escort Beykoz “I’m really sorry about this morning, I should have knocked. And I’m sorry about all the sorry’s I’ve said since. Can we just pretend like it never happened and get on with the hunt?”

Bridgette was impressed with his humility and tried to ease the tension by joking “Well, I don’t want to forget everything about this morning”, gesturing with her index figure towards Mark’s crotch.

He blushed and nearly choked on his breath. Somehow he had managed to go from sullen and mopey to horny in a matter of seconds. Did this beautiful woman really just give my cock a not so thinly veiled compliment? His head was a mess. Bridgette snapped him back to reality by tugging at his wrist that they needed to get going or they would have no shot at the metro card.

The pair rushed to catch up with the group as they entered the monastery, listening eagerly for factoids to complete the hunt. As the day went on, Mark and Bridgette were racking up the points by collecting facts. They went above and beyond the rest of the group by taking the funicular up the mountain away from the monastery, where they snapped a panoramic photo of the surrounding area that clinched the scavenger hunt for them.

They were the winners of the fifty euro metro card, valid through the end of their trip and for any travel on the metro system during the ample free time they had remaining. The bus ride back to the city was full of best practices from the trainer on how to keep students engaged during tours and other activities the teachers were likely to do with their own groups of students. But Mark was only half paying attention. He couldn’t stop thinking about Bridgette’s hand gesturing towards his crotch earlier in the day. Had that really happened? Was he just imagining things to make himself feel less awkward? His racing mind was only interrupted when Bridgette placed a hand on his thigh as she gazed out the window, taking in the beautiful sight of the Catalan mountains. The tension was back, and the awkwardness of the morning was a distant memory.

At dinner, the trainer continued providing advice on several aspects of student travel, but Bridgette and Mark were lost in conversation. They could have been eating dinner on the moon, millions of miles away from Barcelona or the US. They talked about anything and everything, like young lovers on a third date. They laughed as the spoke, lost in the moment with one another. The sangria flowed even more liberally than the day before in the market. Before long, both were feeling the effects. As dinner came to an end, the trainer mentioned that tonight was a good night to explore the city and “make the kinds of mistakes your students will make.” That was all the group needed to hear, and they quickly set off in their pairs to wander to streets of Barcelona. Mark and Bridgette decided to make the most of their day’s victory and take the metro from El Poblenou back downtown, where they could ride the funicular up to Montjuic and take in a near 360 degree view of the city.

They stood silently at the top of Montjuic, with the Mediterranean Sea in front of them and mountains behind them. There was electricity in the air. Bridgette fiddled with her braids. Mark thumbed his belt loops, pondering his next move. Both were jolted out of their stupor as a flash of lightning lit up the sky over the water. The lightning was followed by a sudden downpour of rain, soaking both of them to the skin. They hurriedly jumped on the funicular back down to the streets, where they searched for the nearest metro station to return them to their hotel. They giggled with nervous excitement as they moved through the city, down the stairs, and onto a waiting metro car. They huddled close together, their bodies cold from the soaking rain. But inside, Mark was on fire. He only wanted one thing, and resolved that Bridgette would be his.

When they returned to the hotel, they found the other members of the group waiting for them outside. They had decided to go out to a local bar for some live music and tapas, and wanted the pair to join them for some fun. Mark and Bridgette reluctantly obliged, not wanting to set off any alarm bells in their fellow teachers. Things had cooled necessarily between them as they tried to enjoy the company of the group. They both drank some more and took in the sweet sounds of the band. By the time the group decided to return to the hotel, it was 2:00 am. That 6:30 wakeup call loomed large in everyone’s mind. Knowing that sleep was a rare and important commodity, Mark decided he would have to wait to make his move.

The next day was their lightest — the morning was reserved for training in a nearby school classroom. There was plenty of coffee to keep the group awake and alert during the presentation, as the effects of the previous night were on full display in the form of red eyes and groggy speech. The group managed to make it through the training and eagerly rushed to a nearby café for some fresh air and carb-heavy food to soak up the leftover alcohol. After a quick bite to eat, along with some more coffee, Bridgette suggested the group go back downtown to walk La Rambla, the famous open-air market. “Mark and I will pay for the metro” she proclaimed.

I never imagined waking up next to that face. But there I was, there it was… peaceful, serene, yet determined even at rest.

The bright Roman sun spilled over the tousled hair, highlighting the stubborn lock that always brushed his eyes. He looked like a man who had enjoyed a long evening of play in bed, but in fact, last night had been an experience of a different kind. He had made love to me, yes, but it had been in the way he whispered my name against my lips, stroked my hair as if he were soothing a restless horse, kissed my throat, and held me close to his hard body the entire night.

I watched him, still sleeping. I took in that face that I had adored from afar for so long. An enigma, he was gentle and wild, somber and playful, and his face reflected those contradictions. His grizzly beard framed a mouth that belonged on a sweet child; beautiful lips forming a Cupid’s bow, rose, delicate and utterly devastating. The downcast eyes implied a serious air that was transformed as soon as he opened them, grinning. He was not a young man, yet his skin showed no signs of the hard life he had lived. Smooth olive skin gleaming, untamed eyebrows, proud nose, his face told the story of his land of birth.

How had this dream come to be? I held my breath as I adored his face, willing him to stay warm and safe in sleep yet wanting him to wake and utter my name once more. As if reading my thoughts, he let out a soft sigh and turned towards me.

“Mmmmm…. Buon giorno, cara… good morning”.

I let out my breath, suddenly aware of how terrified I had been that he had forgotten me, that he would unwrap his strong arms from around me. My eyes filled with grateful tears, and I found the voice to answer him.

“Buon giorno, mio amore”, I whispered softly.

His lips curled in a slow smile, and he pulled me closer against his length. Raising his large hand to my cheek, he traced my face in the same way that I had been examining his. He gave a sly grin when he discovered my mouth, parted open in awe. With one curious finger, he traced the outline of my lips, then brought his mouth down to trace the same outline with his tongue.

I shivered at the sensation. Having him so near, having that face so near… it was almost unbearable, yet I did not want to miss one moment of this delicious time. Echoing his move, I reached up to touch his face lightly with my fingertips, relieved and delighted to find that he was real. He remained still as I wandered through the rough terrain of his beard, the smoothness of his high forehead, then the silky softness of his lips.

In an exclamation of tenderness, love and unbound desire, I uttered his name as the prayer that it is…

“Marco…”

He sighed deeply, and I feared that I had gone too far, had revealed too much of what was whirling in my mind. I let my hands fall from his face, but he clasped them in his and placed them over his heart. I felt the strong, steady beat, and waited, searching his face for a clue that would tell me what he was thinking. His eyes were closed, and if not for the insistent beating under my fingers and the pulse leaping in his strong neck, I would have thought him to be asleep.

His heart gave him away before any words did. Under his warm skin, I felt his heart begin to beat more insistently, and mine responded unwittingly. The anticipation of not knowing what he was thinking, of what he would say now, was making me squirm, but he held my hand still over his heart. I was longing to stroke the hard muscles of his chest, twist my fingers in the dark hair that was so abundant… to follow that hair down its path as it became richer and thicker before disappearing beneath the duvet. But I sensed that he was trying to tell me something, something that could be very important to me, to us, so I waited until he was ready.

I did not have to wait long.

“Cara…”, he whispered, “last night, I wanted you, more than I have ever wanted a woman. But I did not want to take advantage of you… so I did not make love to you. You will never know how difficult it was for me!”.

I shook my head and started to answer him, to say that I knew exactly how difficult it was, but he stopped me with a small gesture.

“No,” he said gently, “let me finish. I wanted you then, and I want you now, but I have a feeling, a sense, that many men have also desired you. You have given them your heart, and they have only taken your body. I cannot do this to you. You are special, cara mia, and I want this to be different.”

His words set my head spinning. I had no doubt that he wanted me, but to hear that he cared for me… for me… and he had denied himself for me… I was stunned. I slid my fingers from his grasp and reached to pull his head down towards me, bringing his wondrous face close to mine. I couldn’t tell him what his words had meant to me, but I could show him. I softly kissed his smooth forehead, his bearded cheek, the tip Belek Escort of his nose, then finally his sweet mouth.

His lips parted under mine, and the heat of his mouth burned me. “I could kiss him forever”, I thought to myself, “and I would be satisfied!”. The thought made me smile, and he pulled away from my kiss with a quizzical look.

“Don’t worry, Marco, I am just happy… very happy… thank you for your words.”

His face broke into a huge grin that lit up the room.

“If that made you happy, carina, just wait a moment…”, he said before diving under the covers.

I shrieked, giggling, as his rough beard tickled my bare legs and his hands slid down my sides. But then I stopped laughing as I realized what he was about to do.

Marco said nothing else but yanked down the covers and threw them on the floor. I raised my eyebrows and got nothing back except a sinful grin from him. He was lying between my knees, looking quite cozy. His head of dark locks made my pale skin look even whiter.

“Now, there is a sight that I could get used to!”, I muttered to myself.

He raised his head, saying “What?”.

“Oh, it’s nothing, Marco… I don’t even know what I said”. It was his turn to raise an dark eyebrow, but instead of answering he bent his head and started examining the back of my knee with his tongue.

He got the reaction he wanted… I let out a tiny moan, which he pretended to ignore and proceeded to the other leg. More random thoughts came to my mind. “Who would have thought that the back of a knee could feel so erotic? Well, obviously he did, the little Casanova!”. I almost started to giggle again but quickly stopped as his attention moved a little higher. He ran his cheek back and forth across the tender inside of my thigh. It startled my sensitive nerve endings; they couldn’t figure out if this was pleasure or pain. “Oh wait, definitely pleasure…OK, you have to stop thinking so much and pay attention to what is happening”, I admonished myself.

And this is what was happening: he had inched his face up my thigh, tickling me all the way, until he met the turquoise nylon of my panties. Another stray thought, “Why didn’t I wear the black Perla ones last night?”. He seemed quite unbothered by the ordinary panties, in fact, he kind of seemed to enjoy the challenge of an unexpected impediment. He slipped a finger under the waistband, and I lifted my butt a few inches off the bed to make it easier for him to slip them off. But, no, he was not going to make it that easy for me. He laughed and slowly shook his shaggy head from side to side. He was having fun, teasing and tormenting me with this drawn-out seduction, and those panties weren’t going anywhere yet.

This gave me a little more time to reflect. My doubts about his feelings were dissolving. Any other man would have just skipped all this and dived in headfirst, half-heartedly done what he thought was sheer heaven for me, then jumped up saying “OK, my turn now!”. Marco was so different, but I also suspected that he was being especially careful with me. His earlier words were still ringing in my ears, and it made my heart leap to see that he was treating me like a precious gift. All of my hopes, my deepest dreams and desires, were wrapped up in this glorious man… this man who, at this very moment, was very delicately licking me through the fabric of the panties and making it very hard to keep my train of thought.

Hard? Impossible! I wanted him to unwrap me like a Christmas gift, but he was having none of it. He was enjoying himself, that was very plain to see, but he was also sending me an important message that I was trying to hear over the mad rushing of my blood. He was taking his time, showing me that he cherished me, and he knew that was something new for me.

Just when I thought I would have to rip the panties off myself, he stopped his teasing and spoke.

“Cara… do you want this?” he asked in a low voice.

“D-d-do I want this? What do you think?” I answered in a shaky voice. This got a small chuckle from him. But he returned seriously to his inquiry.

“I am asking if you want this… do you want me to love you this way?”. I opened my astonished mouth to answer but he put up his hand gently.

“Because if you do, you must tell me… you must tell me what you want. I promise you, whatever you ask for, I will give to you, but you must ask me for it.”

If I thought I was astonished before, I was now stunned. Stunned, excited, afraid, shy, intrigued by the game that Marco was playing. “No, not a game”, I corrected myself; he was trying to show me, teach me something very important to both of us, and I was missing it, I could tell.

While I thought about what he was saying, he waited patiently, propped on his elbows between my knees. He had mercifully stopped licking me but I could feel his warm breath on me, and the abundant hair on his arms was tickling the Belek Escort Bayan inside of my thighs.

So, what did I want, huh? I wanted him to do what I had always hoped and imagined… but in my imagination, he had just done what the other men had done, maybe just a little more kindly and a lot more skillfully. But this… this challenge he was giving me…?

I will blame it on most of my blood not being around my brain anymore, as to why it took me so long to figure out what he was asking. He was telling me that he didn’t want a passive woman; no, wrong again. He didn’t want for me to be a passive woman anymore. He wanted more for me. He wanted me to have the confidence to demand what was due to me, the confidence in myself as a woman to ask for and get what I wanted, not what the other person thought I wanted. He wanted me to admit to being the sexual woman that I was, and stop hiding behind antiquated ideas about myself and about what women can do. He was handing me the power to ask for sex the way I wanted it, and wasn’t going to let me pretend that I didn’t have a very good idea of what I wanted from him right now!

He saw the growing understanding in my face, and smiled the most lascivious grin I’ve seen on a man. I returned it, just as lasciviously. Before I lost my nerve, I took in a deep breath and said “Marco… thank you… I understand… and I will tell you exactly what I want from you right now…”. He looked up at me expectantly.

“First, come up here so I can talk to you properly… you are too distracting down there!”

“Carina, that was my idea, si?”.

He grinned but obliged me by slithering his way back up my body until we were face to face. It was still awfully distracting having his delicious weight on top of me – particularly when I could feel his arousal pressing squarely against where his face had just been. But I had some things to tell him and I needed to be looking into his eyes.

“Marco,” I began as I snaked my arms loosely around his neck. “I shouldn’t have been surprised at what you said, because I know that you are a very sensitive man, very caring, very giving. I just never realized that you could care for me so much, to give me the gift of myself as you just did. We have an expression in English – you were “right on target” about my way of thinking. It means that you found the center of the problem.” He nodded in understanding but remained silent so I could continue.

“I have never felt like an equal in my relationships with men, and so of course, I was never as important in bed, either. Oh, I am not saying that every man I ever slept with –”

“Every man?” he interrupted. I chuckled in response.

“Did you think I was a virgin? Yes, I have been with more than one man, but not that many, Marco, do not worry. What I wanted to tell you is that it was not always terrible with every man; some were more caring or generous than others. But mostly, I felt that they wanted my body very much but did not care as much about my heart. In those few words that you have said, and in what you did last night, I have seen that it can be so different.. that you are different.. and that I have many more reasons to love you than I did before!”

I finished my speech quickly, in a rush of emotion. I hadn’t meant to mention the “L” word… now I would really know if he was different from other men; would he bolt out of bed now, or get a piece of ass and then bolt?

I did not give him enough credit, once again. He gently took my face between his hands and kissed my cheek, then the tip of my nose, and my forehead, before placing a tender kiss on my lips. He understood exactly what I had told him, there was nothing else I had to do now.

“No, that isn’t exactly true”, I thought to myself, and tapped Marco gently on the shoulder.

He raised his eyebrows quizzically, then understanding dawned as I smiled boldly. I nudged his shoulders in case the smile didn’t get the message across; he had told me to ask for what I wanted, and I was telling him.

He obliged with a devastating grin, wriggling back down to where he had been. I may have sounded bold but I wasn’t feeling it, yet I wasn’t going to disappoint him, or myself for that matter. If he wanted to teach me to be more assertive, I was going to be a willing pupil.

“I think it’s time to find out if it is true, what they say about Italian lovers…”, I drawled.

He started to laugh, but laughing wasn’t exactly what I wanted him to be doing. So I slipped my thumbs under the waistband of my panties, and that did the trick, he was riveted. I teased him by lowering them a bit, then pulling them up tight so that they were molded against my contours. He glanced down appreciatively then raised his eyes to meet mine with encouragement.

“Take them off me”, I whispered.

“Anything you ask!”, he responded lightly, but his eyes were still locked on mine with serious intent.

I Escort Belek felt like I had just found a genie bottle and been granted three wishes. The man of my dreams was laying between my legs, slowly sliding the blue nylon down my hips, and looked like he had every intention of staying there until those wishes were completed. I sighed dreamily and wondered if it could ever get any better.

It did. Four times by the time he was done, but I’m getting ahead of myself.

He was in no hurry, although I was so turned on I was afraid it would be over before he had even touched me. I could feel his eyes on me, then his exploring hands. Like a man gentling a nervous filly, he slid his palms up my legs to my waist, letting me get used to his touch. Soft kisses on the inside of my thighs made me part them for him unconsciously. I was ready for more, but I realized that he was waiting for me to tell him.

All of the encouragement I needed was right before me. I looked down and saw a sight that had only been in my imagination before this: my Marco, eyes blazing with desire, a flush to his cheeks, his breath uneven, his dark hair falling over his forehead, waiting expectantly for a sign from me.

I didn’t trust my voice to speak, so I reached out my hands for his. I slowly guided him to me, and using his hands, opened myself up to him. He needed no further directions as he dipped his head to me, still holding my hands in his. I was so ready, so wet, that his tongue slid over me like a skater on ice. I sighed deeply and let myself fall into this miracle that was happening.

He knew what he was doing, there was no question of that. He quickly understood what I liked, following the signals I was sending. When it was too much, I gently squeezed his fingers and he eased off, then returned anew to his efforts. These wonderful waves of sensation continued, with him following our secret code, in perfect communication with no words at all.

Slowly, something started to build and grow in me, and I began gripping his hands tight and shifting under him. He stayed with me, despite my squirming body under his mouth. I had to let go of his hands, and clutched madly for the sheet that was crumpled beneath us. I heard someone moaning “yes yes oh yes…” and realized that it was me. I slid my fingers through his tousled hair, using his locks as reins to guide him exactly where I needed him most. Marco eased his hands under my hips, raising me closer to his wondrous tongue.

This was my wish come true, so I did something I had always wanted to do. I propped up on my elbows so that I could watch exactly what he was doing. He sensed me watching him, and raised his eyes to meet mine, never stopping. He slowed down, changing his strokes to long, languid ones that ran the length of me. This was torture, and he knew it. He was still watching my face, and again I realized that he was waiting for my desire, my command for him. I looked at him beseechingly but he subtly shook his head. If I wanted this, I was going to have to ask. This was it, the last question on my test.

While he waited, he started to draw slow, insistent circles with his tongue. I think he had mastered what “right on target” meant. But he was still holding back, and I was going to go mad if he didn’t finish this right now.

“Marco… please…”, I whispered. Another small shake of his head.

“Please! I am going to die here… you are killing me”.

This time, he punctuated his response with a flick that almost made me faint.

“Marco… OK… please… please let me come!”

“What took you so long to ask?”, he replied playfully.

“Don’t talk with your mouth full!” was all I managed to blurt out before he went seriously to work on me.

I was still watching him, and he held my gaze as he brought me closer to the edge of reason. I had never seen anything as erotic as this; his glistening beard, tangled hair and blazing eyes that were full of desire for me. That is, until he eased one hand out from under me, and slowly slid one finger, then two, inside of me. His eyes never left my face, and he watched me as my body exploded.

I burst into a thousand pieces, shivery sparks shooting down my toes and up my spine. A hot flush rushed up my belly to my chest, then my face. A kaleidoscope of colors burst in my head, and I felt my bones melt into liquid pleasure.

I could hear Marco murmuring my name as I finally spiraled back to earth. With tears in my eyes, I reached for him and pulled him up to me, wrapping my arms tightly around his neck. I was speechless, overcome with emotion, yet my heart was overflowing with things to say to him. I hugged him closer to me, kissing him deeply, gratefully, tasting myself on him. He held me tight, whispering words in my ear that I didn’t wholly understand, but that felt warm, safe, right. I could feel him pressed hard against my belly, but he waited patiently, just gently brushing my hair off my forehead.

I don’t know how long we stayed like that until my breathing returned to normal and my head started to clear. My first lucid thought was “Dear lord, how I love this man!” followed soon by “I want more of him… and it’s HIS turn, now!”

The story below is one of fiction, from a fantasy which has rattled around my mind for several years. If she reads this, she will know.

If you are under the age of eighteen, or if you are offended by an account of sexual activity you should read no more on this page. If, however, you believe the mind is the greatest sex organ, and you believe in the First Amendment to our constitution, then please read on.

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I have lived in the area of Atlanta for the past ten years, ever since I graduated from high school and left Daytona Beach to attend the University of Georgia. I get home only occasionally, and when I do I always try to spend some time fishing on the Halifax River where it empties into the Atlantic at Ponce de Leon Inlet. A close friend who lives there on the river keeps a 16 foot boat and forty horsepower outboard, and I am welcome to use it when I’m in town.

On the occasion of my tenth high school reunion, I had arrived in Daytona a few days early, and had immediately gone down to the dock and put my fishing gear into the boat. My friend, a local motel owner, was not home and I left a note telling him I had the water craft, and would return about dark.

As usual, I found the tank full of gas, and as I cruised south toward the inlet, my mind filled with memories of my youth and school days. The day was bright, and the morning sun was half way to its zenith when I neared the area north of the inlet where I intended to try for saltwater trout in the deep holes along the shallows and oyster bars on the west side. As I eased the boat along near the shore and watched closely for shell beds, I noticed a larger boat that appeared to be grounded on a bar about two-hundred yards from me. It looked like a twenty-four foot fiberglass hull with a large cuddy cabin and inboard-outboard drive. The vessel was out of the channel and closer to shore than an experienced boater would run it.

I decided to see if I could help, and as the sound of my idled down motor reached the other craft, I saw a woman in a bright blue shirt wave at me. She was standing in the stern, and had been looking down at the outdrive which appeared to be hung up on a sand bar.

I raised my motor into shallow drive as I approached the boat, which turned out to be a Simpson 25 with a modified bridge structure over the cuddy cabin. There were no signs of fishing tackle or outriggers, and although an expensive vessel, it appeared to be poorly maintained.

I backed my motor down as I came alongside and looked at the woman standing in the stern. She somehow appeared familiar, although I could not see her face well under the wide brimmed hat and sun glasses she wore. The shirt was tied around her waist with the buttons open, and below it I could see a pair of shapely legs and a fine ass under a skimpy white bikini bottom. She looked to be about thirty-five and as she spoke to me I tried vainly to remember where I had heard her voice. “Can you help me get off this damned sand bar?” she shouted, above the sound of the light breeze and my engine.

I called to tell her I would take a look, and shut off the motor and threw her a rope as I put out the fenders to keep the two craft from hitting together. As she bent to tie the rope off to a cleat, I could see her bikini top draped on the back of the Captain’s chair, and noticed her hair was wet. She had apparently gone over the side from the swim platform to try to extricate the boat from the sand.

She turned to me as I clambered aboard from the smaller boat, and I was stunned to see that the statuesque brunette was my senior English teacher, Mrs. Davenport. I had not seen her since graduation, and the last time I had heard she had left the high school and was teaching literature at a community college in the next county south.

Mrs. Davenport had been in her second year of teaching school when I had her for English, and she had been the subject of many idle fantasies during classes that year. She had been a twenty-four year old beauty at the time, married to an older man who owned several beach side shops, and she had been the one teacher who had aroused my interest in reading, when no other ever had. I remembered her as deeply intellectual and very proper, and was surprised to see her now, in the bottom half of a string bikini, beached on a sand bar in a remote part of the river.

“Well, Steven, I never dreamed I’d see you here,” she said. “But” she added, “You are a pleasant interruption to what has been a shitty morning.”

With that, she walked over to the center console and took a long pull on a bottle of Coors Light and sat on the Captain’s chair. As she bent over to put the beer back into the holder, the shirt gapped open and I could see the whiteness of her naked breast. Her legs were red from the sun as she flipped open the cooler on the deck with her foot.

“Might as well have a beer,” she said, gesturing toward the iced down bottles. “Looks like I’m going to be here for a Antalya Escort while if you can’t help me.”

I took one of the bottles and opened it, taking a long drink before I said anything, Finally, it occurred to me she was by herself, and I asked where her husband was.

“Him?” she said with no small amount of disgust in her voice. “To tell you the truth, he ran off two weeks ago with his lover, and left a note saying they were going to live together in Cancun, until the divorce was final and they could be married.”

I didn’t know what to say, and immediately thought that the lover must be something for him to run off and leave a woman like her. Not wanting to intrude in her private affairs, I nodded and took another swig from the bottle. I could see that she had a few beers before I arrived.

She told me she had become irate that morning for no other reason than being mad and hurt, and had taken her husband’s boat out to see how it ran, with the thought of selling it a good way to get even. Although she had a little experience running the boat, she could not get it off the sand bar when she ran into difficulty.

I told her I’d do the best I could to assist her, but first I needed to see how badly aground the vessel was, and if it was sand or oyster bar.

We both got into the water from the swim platform, and I felt the sand under my canvas shoes as I bent over and probed under the outdrive with my hands. The boat was not grounded badly, and the tide was coming in and would float it off in a few hours. As we stood there in water up to my knees, I told her as much. She still had her beer in her hand, and took another swig as she nodded at me.

“Are you going to go then?” she asked, as we stood there in the water.

“No” I replied, “I’ll wait here and make sure you get off okay.”

“If you’re going to be here until I get off the sand bar, I need to do something before we go back aboard.”

She put her beer on the swim platform and moved away from the boat and around the side where I could not see her. I heard a splash, and saw a flash of white go over my head as I heard her call, “Catch this, I’ve got to tinkle.”

She had thrown the bottom of her bikini over the edge of the boat, and I saw it sink from sight where it had landed about ten feet from me. As I moved to retrieve it, I stepped into a hole and sank in the water over my head, forgetting the bikini bottom as I struggled to get back to the surface.

When I came to the surface and found the edge of the sandbar with my feet, she was edging around the side of the boat, laughing at me as I frantically looked about for the white cloth.

“What happened?” she asked, as my face turned red with embarrassment.

“I can’t find it,” was my reply, as I sheepishly looked at her.

She was kneeling down in the water, unable to stand erect without exposing herself, and she asked me to hand her the beer. When I did, she took a drink and held the bottle out of the water, looking at me with an exasperated expression.

“What am I going to do?” she asked. “That’s all I have with me except a towel in the cabin.”

I was wearing only a pair of cutoffs and my shoes, having left my shirt on board. I told her I would hand her my shorts, and would try to dive and find the bottom to her suit.

I squatted down in the water and took off the jeans, handing them to her as I adjusted my jockey shorts which had slid off with them. She watched me with a growing smile, and we both laughed at our predicament. We were both low in the water to preserve our modesty, drinking beer and giggling like school kids.

As she pulled on my shorts, I swam out to the area where I thought her bikini bottom might be found, and dove under the water which was considerably deeper away from the boat. I searched for several minutes with no luck, and swam back to the swim platform just as she was climbing back aboard.

I watched as Mrs. Davenport swung one leg over the side, and then the other. Her wet shirt had come undone and was hanging open as she turned to look at me, waiting to climb aboard. I could see the middle of her chest and her navel, and the outline of her breasts where the wet cotton clung to them. I noticed she had not been able to close the zipper on my shorts, and a few hairs were visible where the fly gaped open. My penis began to grow as I thought of her almost perfect body behind the scanty clothes.

“Come on up,” she said. as she held her hand out to help me aboard.

Closing my eyes to regain my composure, I climbed up to the platform and touched her hand. As I opened my eyes again, she pulled me to my feet, allowing me a glimpse of her right breast as she helped me onto the deck.

Her shirt was soaked, and I handed her my dry one from where it was carelessly thrown over the wheel. I turned around so she could change and looked out toward the expanse of Atlantic Ocean, obscured only by the sand spits of the inlet.

When Antalya Escort Bayan I turned back to her she had my top on, and I watched as she buttoned only the very bottom button of the blue denim shirt and reached in the cooler for more beer. She uncapped two, and handed one to me, eyeing me as I stood before her in my wet briefs and tennis shoes. My prick was about half hard, and I was embarrassed. She was a beautiful woman, and although she was less than a decade older than me, I was uncomfortable because she was my former teacher.

She told me to go into the cabin and take off my underwear and wrap the towel around me so she could dry my briefs on the railing with her shirt. I walked down into the cabin and did as she instructed. After all, she had been my teacher. I passed the shorts out to her, and sat down on the cushions in the front of the cabin.

Mrs. Davenport followed me down the steps into the cabin, a beer in one hand and a bottle of lotion in the other. Gesturing for me to lay down, she told me my back was red and I needed some aloe rubbed on it to keep it from becoming painful.

I laid down on the soft cushions, and she began to rub the soothing oil on my shoulders and back. As she reached my waist, she slid her fingers under the towel and rubbed the oil onto the sides of my buttocks and along my hips. The light touch of her fingers on my body caused my prick to stir again, and I shuddered as she ran her finger along my spine.

“Does that feel good?” she asked.

I nodded my head as she continued to rub dabs of oil into my flesh. It smelled of jasmine, and the oil was quickly absorbed by my skin as her gentle palms massaged me.

“Maybe you can put some of the oil on me?” she suggested, as she lay down next to me on the mattress.

I pulled the towel around me and sat up, marveling at her backside under the tight, unzipped cutoffs. As I picked up the oil, she loosened the button on the shirt and wiggled out of it, her breasts pressed into the cushion to preserve her modesty. She dropped the shirt on the bed, and laid her head on it and sighed as I poured some of the liquid onto her naked back and slowly began to rub the smooth skin of her shoulders.

It was warm in the cabin, but a cool ocean breeze came in from the open overhead. I slowly worked my way down her back to the top of the shorts, and as my hands traced along her waist, she put her thumbs into the belt loops and slightly raised herself up to lower them a few inches so I could put the lotion along her tan line. I could see the crack of her ass, and I massaged along her lower back, pushing the shorts a little lower as I poured on more oil.

While I rubbed the cheeks of her ass below the bikini line, she reached for the beer and took another drink. When she raised up to put the bottle to her mouth I was treated to the sight of her left breast as it lifted off the bed. She put the beer down as I pushed the shorts below her hips and rubbed the backs of her legs with the scented oil. She squirmed on the bed, but did not stop me when my hand went between her thighs and I kneaded the inside of her leg.

She told me to close my eyes and lay on my back so she could rub the lotion on my chest. I did as she asked and squeezed my eyes shut as I felt her begin to massage the oil into my upper chest and throat. I could feel my prick growing steadily under the towel as her hands gently traced fluid circles on my ribs and sternum.

I opened my eyes and looked at her, kneeling above me, her naked breasts swaying as she applied the lotion. Her large nipples were pink and erect, sticking out from the perfect globes. The shorts were pulled around her knees, and I could see the patch of hair where her thighs came together. She said nothing and a trace of a smile came to her lips as she stared back at me.

She lay down on her side next to me, and I watched in fascination as the fingers on her right hand slid under the towel which was draped over my stiff, seven inch cock. She loosened the towel and pulled on it, allowing my prick to stand erect as she moved the cloth away. As she did, her forearm touched the tip of my prick, sending shivers up my spine.

The cushions were arranged in a wide arc across the inside of the cabin and she laid down on her side on the wide bed with her face by my hip. As she stroked my navel with her light touch, I turned my body to her, my prick only inches from her lovely face. She reached down with her hands and wiggled out of the shorts, her face grazing the tip of my cock as she pulled off the wet cutoffs and dropped them to the deck.

Lightly, she began to blow soft puffs of breath on the knob of my dick, as she took the base in her hand and began to stroke it. Her luscious breasts were squeezed together, and I touched her left nipple with my right hand. It was hot to the touch, and as hard as my prick as I rolled it between my fingers.

Very slowly, she moved her clenched Escort Antalya hand up and down my dick until a drop of clear fluid appeared at the end. I pushed my body toward her and as my prick neared her lips, her pink tongue came out and touched the drop, drawing it back into her mouth. I pushed more until the very end of my hard penis came in contact with her moist lips, which parted slightly to allow me access. Gently, I pushed my dick into her mouth and felt her lips wrap around the knob as she began to suckle it. I could feel her tongue exploring the eye, searching for more sweet fluid which was now leaking into her mouth. She swallowed as I pushed it further into her, until only a few inches of the shaft were visible between her lips.

I pushed harder, and she turned her head up so my cock would slide past her mouth into her throat. When it was buried almost to the hair, I slid it out again until only the knob remained in her mouth. I could feel the juices leaking from it as she sucked, her lips tightening around the head each time she moved her cheeks.

Slowly, and then more quickly, I began to slide it in and out, each stroke reaching deep into her throat. I fucked her face furiously as her hands grabbed the cheeks of my ass, pulling me into her harder. As my come began to shoot into her, I grabbed her hair and jammed my cock in as hard as I could, the load spurting into her throat.

She moved her head back until only the knob was between her lips, and sucked hard as the sperm filled her mouth. She swallowed several times until I was drained of juices.

When my cock had softened in her mouth, she pulled it out and licked the white jism around the base until it was clean. Then, she took a swing from the beer bottle, and stood up, her head touching the top of the cabin ceiling. I looked at her body and marveled as I saw how perfectly she was put together. Her legs were long, tanned, and well muscled, and her belly flat and without any sign of fat. Her breasts were large and and stuck straight out, with pink nipples that invited lips to kiss them. She wore a slight smile as she looked down at me.

“That wasn’t in gratitude for helping me,” she said, “I wanted to suck your cock and feel you shoot off in my mouth. Did you like it?”

I could only nod my head and finally whisper “Yes.”

Then, as I lay there looking up a her, she said, “That’s the first time I ever sucked a cock. I never did it for my husband, but now he’s gone it just seemed like the first good act of my new life. It tastes good, and as soon as you’re able, I’m going to suck it again.”

She stood there, naked, and added, “There’s going to be some more firsts, too.”

As she stood watching me, her hands moved to her breasts and she closed her eyes as she began to squeeze them and knead the nipples between her thumbs and fingers. She moved her right hand from her breast and slid it down her belly to the patch of hair where her finger found the moist hole and began to work in and out in a slow rhythm.

Her other hand moved to the same spot, and she pushed two fingers inside her cunt as the boat gently rocked and her breasts swayed. I could hear her breathing quicken as her hips undulated with the motion of her fingers as she began to alternately remove each one and place it in her mouth. She buried each finger into her dripping cunt, then pulled it into her mouth, licking off the juices as she did.

I watched as she moved herself toward orgasm, her eyes opening as she again looked down at me. With one hand, she took an empty beer bottle from the galley counter and placed it in my hand. Then she lay down on her back and draped her legs across mine and raised her knees, spreading them apart so her pussy was exposed to me. I felt her guide my hand with the long necked glass bottle to where the end touched the lips of her vagina, and she grasped my wrist, pushing the glass into her.

It was obvious what she wanted, and I gently pushed the bottle until the mouth was between the lips of the wet opening. With one hand I pushed her knees farther apart, and with the other I slid the bottle up into her cunt.

She let out a gasp as I began to fuck her with the long necked bottle, and as I drove it in and out, she screamed with pleasure each time the shoulder mashed her clit. Just as she began to shudder, I pulled the bottle out and moved around on the cushions and draped her legs over my shoulders as I plunged my tongue inside her pussy. I sucked her clit until she screamed aloud with pleasure, the orgasm causing her to writhe about on the bed.

My prick had stiffened again and I moved on top of her and guided it into her slick pussy, driving it in with as much force as I could. As I pumped her she began to moan aloud and soon reached another orgasm more dramatic than the others.

I removed my still hard prick and scooted up on the cushions and laid it across her lips. She reached for it, and turned on her side, holding my wet cock in her hand as she began to massage it as she licked our juices from it.

I placed my hand on the back of her head and pushed until the end of my cock barely touched her lips. Again, she parted her lips and took the knob into her mouth, sucking gently as she had before.

Ellie walked through the front door and straight to her computer. She switched it on and went to her bedroom to get changed. She threw her office clothes in the hamper and put on the satin robe that Luke had sent her. She loved the way it felt against her skin. She’d received it a week ago. She’d told Luke about how she’d tried it on in the lingerie shop, but decided against buying it as it was too expensive. Two days later it had been delivered to her. She’d only spoken with Luke once since and he’d been disappointed that she wasn’t wearing his gift. She didn’t want him to be disappointed tonight.

She’d missed him so badly. First she’d had to go see her elderly parents for the weekend and then he’d been away on business. This afternoon she’d received a text message on her phone. It had said “I’m back – 7 pm”. She’d felt that all too familiar tingle between her legs. She picked up the vibrator and dildos that Luke had sent her and carried them to her computer. Tonight she was going to do whatever he wanted.

It wasn’t quite 7 p.m. yet when she checked her email. There was a short note from Luke, reiterating his text message. She checked her webcam. Everything seemed in order. Luke hadn’t logged on yet so she stayed invisible, the way he liked her to do. She’d grabbed a bite to eat on the way home from work, but she fancied a cup of tea. While the water was boiling she pulled the curtains so that nobody could see her from outside while she was on her computer.

As she walked up to the computer she heard the familiar sound of someone logging on. It was Luke. He immediately opened a chat window and talked to her.

“Are you there, honey?”

Ellie rushed up to type, not caring that she spilled some tea.

“I’m here, Luke.”

“Switch on your camera.”

Ellie did as she was told and soon she was face to face with Luke. His voice came through the speakers.

“I see you’re wearing your robe.”

“Yes, Luke. I’ve worn it every single night you’ve been away.”

“How does it make you feel?”

“It makes me feel close to you. It’s so light and cool on my skin.”

“I’ve missed you, babe.”

“I’ve missed you too, Luke. I hate being apart.”

“I bought you some gifts in Paris. I couldn’t stop thinking of you…”

“You bought me more gifts? You’re so generous to me!”

“Do you want to see them?”

“You’ll show them this time?”

Luke started laughing, remembering how he’d teased her when he bought her the vibrator and dildos, not showing her, only describing the contents in the boxes he’d had in front of him.

“I’ll show you this time. I want to know what you think.”

“I know I’ll love whatever it is. It’ll be from you.”

“I bought you these,” Luke held up a minimal pair of panties, made with a very transparent material.

“They’re beautiful, Luke,” Ellie replied and longed for when she could feel them against her pussy.

“And I bought you this.” Now he was holding up a bra, made from the same material, with a lining of beautiful lace.

“Oh Luke, I’ll love to wear those together.”

“And then I bought you this.” This time he was showing Ellie a pink baby doll outfit.

“You’re too generous Luke,” Ellie exclaimed. “That one’s also beautiful.”

“I’m not generous. It was entirely selfish. I want you to wear it when we chat.”

“Of course I will.”

“It has no bra. It’ll hold your breasts up high and show them off.”

Ellie stopped breathing for a while. They’d had cybersex countless times, and they’d sat in front of the computer in nothing but their underwear, but they still hadn’t taken that last step of being naked in front of each other. Ellie felt herself getting wetter.

“Do you want to see my breasts, Luke?” she asked him, her pulse beating faster and faster.

“I’ve wanted nothing else for weeks, babe.”

Slowly Ellie slid the robe off her shoulders, revealing her heavy D-cup tits. Luke already knew what to expect as she’d given him her measurements a long time ago, but the sight of her all natural big breasts, crowned by erect pink nipples, made him gasp for air so loud that Ellie could hear him. Not a word was said for a minute. Ellie sat and watched Luke taking in the sight of her naked upper body.

“You’re so beautiful Ellie,” he finally said.

“Thank you,” Ellie blushed slightly.

“How are you feeling?”

“Relieved that you liked the look of me,” she answered truthfully. “And incredibly horny.”

“I’m horny too, babe.”

“Do you want to get started?”

“No. I’m going to disconnect.”

“What?” Ellie’s world was about to come apart. Right when she needed Luke the most he was going to turn her down.

“I’ve waited long enough. I’m coming over. I don’t care anymore. Don’t do anything. I’ll be there within an hour.”

With those words Luke disappeared off her screen and Ellie started shaking. This couldn’t be happening. Luke was coming over to see her. Were they finally going to have sex? Real sex? Just Topkapı Escort like she’d been fantasising for months? Every night after they’d had cybersex she’d gone to bed alone, feeling empty inside. But she’d accepted that their relationship could never go any further. Luke was almost twice her age. He was married with a daughter who was almost as old as Ellie and a son who was still at university. Ellie had accepted that he would never divorce his wife.

Ellie went into her bedroom and pulled the curtains. She got all the candles in the house and placed them on a safe distance from the bed. She lit them all and took off the robe. She looked at herself in the mirror. At 26 she’d started feeling the effects of gravity. Her 38D tits were nowhere near sagging, but they weren’t as firm as they’d been when she was a student and a C-cup. She wasn’t as skinny as she’d been 5 years earlier either. Too much chocolate getting over the betrayal of her ex-fiancé had given her a slightly rounded tummy, a soft ass and round thighs. She’d been intending to lose all that weight when she met Luke but he’d talked her out of it. He’d said that he loved a woman with a feminine shape so she’d let it be.

It had been several months since they met in the cybersex chat room. They’d soon discovered that they lived pretty close to each other and the first time they’d had cybersex they’d discovered that their wants and needs were in tune. They’d soon struck up a relationship that went beyond the animal lust of cybering. Lucy was 26 and she’d found a married 51-year old prince charming. It wasn’t ideal. Even Luke had tried to talk her into dating other guys, but she kept coming back to him. Since they met, she’d only had sex with her dildos – all of which Luke had bought for her on his little trips.

Ellie looked at her watch. It had only been half an hour. She checked her pussy and legs. Her legs were nice and smooth and so was her pussy. Before she met Luke she’d only done a bikini wax, but after he mentioned that he liked a shaved pussy she’d tried shaving completely and she’d loved the smooth feeling. She put her robe back on and started pacing back and forth to the front door. What should she say when he arrived, what should she do? She switched her computer off. There was no need for it tonight.

She jumped at the sound of someone knocking on her door. She looked through the peephole and saw Luke’s face. She unlocked the door and opened it. Luke stepped in without a word and closed the door behind him. He undid the sash on Ellie’s robe and opened it. He stood there and looked at her naked body while he took off his coat. Then, all of a sudden, he reached for Ellie, pulled her into his arms and kissed her hungrily. His tongue invaded her mouth as he discovered hers. For minutes they devoured each other before they pulled away, panting.

“You’re so beautiful, my darling,” Luke said and smiled at her. “Where’s your bedroom?”

Ellie walked ahead of Luke, not bothering to do up her robe again. She knew she was going to lose it again. Luke hugged her again when they reached her bedroom and together they proceeded to taking off his clothes. His dick was already fully erect as they pulled off his boxers. It looked every bit as tasty as Ellie had imagined it. It stood 6 ½ inches proud from his hips and the girth was amazing. It must be as thick as her wrist. She knew that she was going to love feeling it up her wet cunt.

“You don’t need that no more,” Luke caressed the robe off Ellie’s shoulders. “You know what to do next. Show me exactly what you’ve been telling me all these weeks.”

He sat down on the side of the bed and Ellie kneeled in front of him. She stuck her tongue out and circled the big mushroom at the end of his shaft, lapping up a generous dose of pre-cum. She smiled up at Luke and licked her lips. With a kiss on the tip of his shaft she slowly started sucking him into her mouth. Her tongue gently caressed the veins on his cock as she sucked him deeper into her hungry mouth. By the time he hit the back of her throat she sucked as hard as she can and started swallowing. Luke’s gasp encouraged her to go on. With her small hand wrapped around the base of his cock and her other hand cupping and gently stroking his balls she started bobbing her head up and down, letting him fuck her mouth. She started off slowly, stroking his meat in and out of her mouth, making sure she tasted every inch of his cock.

She soon got braver and moved faster. The room was quiet apart from the slurping sounds she made when his cock almost left her mouth before being sucked right back in again. Luke was moaning now and his hands rested on Ellie’s head, encouraging her to take him deeper. She sucked him deep and hard. Her hand grabbed his shaft real hard and jerked his cock as she sucked it. Her whole body was moving along with her head. She could feel the wetness leaking from her slit as she sucked him. Soon the pressure of his hands on her head got stronger. He was forcing her further down. She Topkapı Escort Bayan could hardly breathe anymore, but she didn’t care. All that mattered was to suck his wonderful cock harder and deeper. Then he let out a roar and shoved his meat deep down her throat. There was nowhere for his cum to go but straight down Ellie’s throat. She swallowed repeatedly, revelling in the fact that she was drinking Luke’s cum, at long last.

Luke slid his cock out, allowing Ellie to lick the last of his cum off his cock. He pulled her up to him and leaned back, making them both fall on the bed. He kissed her deeply and smiled at her.

“Oh babe,” he sighed. “I knew you’d be good, but I never thought you’d be this good. What a wonderful cock sucker you are.”

“I’m glad you liked it,” she replied shyly.

“Liked it? Oh sweetheart, I loved it! I’ve fantasised about cumming in your mouth for so long. You have no idea how happy I am that we’ve finally met.”

“Me too. What made you change your mind?”

“I love you, Ellie. I couldn’t stand watching you on that screen and not touch you, feel you or fuck you.”

“I love you too, Luke.”

“And you just showed me. Let me show you how much I love you.”

Ellie lay on her back on the bed as Luke got up and went to the entrance. He came back with a plastic bag. He pulled out the panties and bra he’d showed her earlier and put them on a chair next to the bed. He then pulled out the baby doll and put it in the same place. Then he pulled out a silk scarf and climbed up next to Ellie’s head, resting his cock on her cheek as he pulled her arms up and tied her hands to the bed. Ellie smiled at him, happy in the knowledge that he’d taken on board everything she’d told him about wanting to be tied up and fucked. He’d had the corresponding fantasies of tying someone up. Finally, he pulled a long thin dildo out of his bag. It looked a lot like the one he’d bought her to keep in her cunt during her work day so that she’d only think of him. She was curious to see what was going to happen next.

“Are you comfortable, my darling?” he asked her and she nodded with a smile in reply.

Luke kissed each of her nipples slowly. He sucked her erect nubs into his mouth and let his tongue tease them. Ellie felt the connection straight down to her tingling pussy. He then kissed his way down her stomach while kneading her tits, making sure every part of her got to feel his feather light kisses. His lips caressed her naked pussy lips for a long time before he moved himself between her legs, having parted them wide.

With the tip of his tongue he felt his way along her entire slit. He moved back and forth, penetrating it a little bit more each time. Ellie felt her breathing getting heavier as he teased her most intimate area. He soon ran his tongue deep into her cunt and she cried out with joy. He moved his mouth up and wrapped his lips around her clit and teased it with his tongue.

The pleasure was unbearable. All Ellie wanted to do was to reach down for his head, to knead her breasts, anything to make this soft, delicious torture come to an end, to force an orgasm for her. But Luke obviously had something else in mind. With a circling motion he penetrated her with the thin dildo. He made sure her entire cunt felt it. The feeling was delicious. It was pure pleasure. She moaned louder. Once the entire dildo was buried in her wet cunt he pulled it out. She immediately missed it and raised her hips slightly to make contact with it again.

Luke took advantage of her raised hips and pressed the dildo against her puckered asshole. The pussy juice lubricated dildo slid straight inside. With no pressure at all it was buried almost completely inside her ass, only the handle sticking out. She gasped at the feeling of the invasive element in her ass. She’d never been fucked in the ass before and when Luke had mentioned licking and fingering it she’d felt uncomfortable and unwilling to discuss it. Now she found that she loved feeling this thing, as thick as Luke’s thumb, lodged in her virgin butt. It made the pleasure even more unbearable.

“Oh Luke,” she panted. “I need to cum so badly.”

“I know you do, my love. Trust me and I’ll make you cum when the time is right.”

She trusted him. She’d been his for months and even more so now that they were finally together in person. His tongue plummeted right down her cunt again. He was slurping up her free flowing juices, fucking her with his tongue and teasing her clit with his nose. His hands were massaging her butt, making sure she felt every inch of the vibrator that was buried deep inside it. Then he started sucking on her clit. With a bite here and there he sucked it and flicked it with his tongue. Then his fingers started assaulting her waiting pussy. One finger, two fingers and then three fingers dove into her hungry cunt. He was finger fucking her fast and furiously. A fourth finger found its way inside. Ellie cried out loud. It was overwhelming. Then, as he pumped Escort Topkapı her cunt, Luke’s fingers found her g-spot and with a loud shriek Ellie’s body started convulsing and she cried out as wave upon wave of orgasm took over her body and possessed her. Luke didn’t stop sucking her clit or finger fucking her until she’d stopped shaking. He then climbed up next to her and kissed her, letting her taste herself on his lips.

“You taste so good, sweetheart,” he whispered against her lips.

“That was unbelievable. Thank you.”

Luke sucked on one of Ellie’s nipples and reached down for the dildo in her ass.

“No, don’t pull it out,” she protested.

“You like it there, don’t you?”

“It’s wonderful,” she admitted.

“But it can’t stay there forever.”

“I know, but I want to feel it in my ass when you fuck me.”

“When I fuck you?”

“Yes. Please. Please say you’ll fuck me tonight.”

Luke looked at her with a playful gleam in his eyes.

“Of course I’m going to fuck you tonight.” He looked down at his rather limp dick. “But first we gotta do something about my cock.”

He straddled her midriff and placed his cock in the valley between Ellie’s breasts.

“Do you have any lube, babe?”

“There should be a tube in the bedside cabinet.”

He opened the cabinet and pulled out a clear tube and squirted it over his cock. With his hands he applied it to the length of his semi-erect member and then he placed his hands on Ellie’s tits. With his thumbs circling her nipples he pressed her tits hard together and started moving his hips back and forth, gently fucking her tits. Ellie looked down and marvelled at the sight of the thick shaft coming up through her cleavage over and over. When his cock once again stood proud and hard he moved down and positioned himself between Ellie’s spread thighs. He ran his cock along her slit, once again noticing how wet she was for him. He placed his swollen cock head against her hole and positioned her legs over his shoulders. As he leaned forward to kiss her he slowly slid his cock deep inside her tight cunt.

With his cock buried deep inside her he let his tongue ravish her mouth. Still kissing her he moved his hips up, sliding out of her again and then he slammed back inside, forcing the dildo even deeper into her ass. Ellie squealed with joy with every hard thrust inside her. Every one of Luke’s thrusts buried him balls deep in her hungry cunt and as he gyrated his hips she felt every inch of him. She wanted to reach out and touch him, but the restraint around her wrists kept her in place. All she could do was to match his pace and meet his hips with hers and accommodate him deeper inside her wet hole.

Ellie moaned out loud every time she felt Luke against her clit and when his movements moved the dildo in her ass. She was at breaking point.

“Luke, I’m gonna cum,” she panted from underneath him.

“Cum for me, baby,” he said back, his voice tense with concentration on the task at hand.

Ellie moaned louder and louder, then her pleasure took over and with a shriek her body started shaking under Luke’s pounding and her cunt gripped his shaft tight, squeezing it as hard as it could be squeezed. He didn’t stop though. His fucking was relentless. With Ellie gasping for air he pulled out shortly, helped her turn around and lean against the headboard that her hands were tied to. Once again he slammed into her waiting hole and continued fucking her. His thrusts were now forcing the dildo even deeper up her ass and he could feel it pressing against his cock as he fucked his young mistress.

Soon Luke reached down and started teasing Ellie’s clit. He was met with satisfied moans, knowing that she still had more orgasms in her. He pounded and pounded. He looked sideways into the mirror and saw Ellie’s full breasts hanging down like ripe fruit, eagerly bouncing every time he slammed his thick meat inside her cunt. With one hand on her clit he used his other hand to reach for one of her breasts, pulling it by its hard, erect nipple.

Ellie’s breathing was laboured again, so was Luke’s. He was getting close to cumming, but he wanted his young cunt milking him, he didn’t want to waste his load up her pussy unless her cunt was drinking him dry. He applied more pressure on her clit.

“Babe,” he panted at Ellie. “I want you to cum again. Go with it. Cum for me.”

Ellie moaned in agreement. She wasn’t far off. The thick meat that was assaulting her cunt felt better than anything she’d ever taken up her pussy before. She wanted to please him. She felt his finger playing with her nub. She was in heaven. If she never fucked again, it wouldn’t matter, she’d achieved absolute bliss.

It didn’t take long for Ellie to reach the edge again. She let out a long moan and her cunt convulsed around the pumping cock. As soon as Luke felt his partner’s orgasm he grabbed a firm hold of her hips, thrust himself deep inside and let out a roar as his cock finally shot its milk up Ellie’s womb. The lovers collapsed together on the bed, both panting and gasping for breath. It was a few minutes before Luke managed to untie Ellie’s hands and pull her body into his arms.

“I love you, Ellie,” he whispered against her breast as he ran his tongue over her nipple.

We finally get to the cabin after what has seemed like an eternity of a drive.

After opening the door to the cabin you practically knock me over, leaping into my arms and kissing me like you have never done before. I tell you to relax, and look around. I have to get things unpacked first. This is done one because things needed to be unpacked but also to tease you just a little more.

I show you OUR room and go unload the car. When I come back inside I notice water running in the shower, and figure you just wanted to wash the day off of you. But by the time I bring the last of our things in I can still hear the water and figure I had better check things out. I slowly open the door to the bathroom; you are just sitting there. Not in the shower just sitting, with an evil grin.

You tell me “It took you long enough”‘ and proceed to strip my clothes off and drag me into the shower. The water is warm and feels good against my skin. But not as good as you do having finally made skin-to-skin contact. No clothes between us, just flesh on flesh.

We kiss. Letting the water run over us. Your hand moves between us and you wrap it around my hard cock making it throb. I reach up and Sultangazi Escort lightly pinch and tease your nipples until they are hard. Leaning down I kiss you r neck and move down to your breasts and take your nipple in my mouth. You sigh waiting for the moment when we are together without interruption. Further down I kiss causing you to let go of my cock.

Kissing down your belly. I sit down in the bottom of the shower, pulling you towards me until you are standing inches from my face. I lean forward. Kissing your inner thigh, causing you to spread your legs slightly. I run my tongue further up you leg. Until I reach your trimmed pussy. You move forward straddling my face and sigh, as my tongue finds its mark.

Even through the running water I can smell your sweet sex. My tongue runs up your slit as you grab the back of my head pushing my face into you with urgency. I can tell you need to cum, and badly.

I let you determine the pace at which you do. As my fingers move up your thigh you start to grind your pussy into my face. My tongue flicking your hard clit as my fingers find your waiting hole. First I slide 1 then 2 fingers inside you, your knees start Sultangazi Escort Bayan to shake as the first orgasm hits you. Your juices distinctly flowing as I lap them up. I run my tongue the length of your wet slit trying to catch every drop. My fingers have moved to your tight asshole where I flick the tip of my finger against it causing you to jump. As the second wave of orgasm starts to hit you, I gently push the tip of my finger inside your tight ass. My other fingers rubbing your hard clit while I tongue fuck you, pushing inside you as deep as I can feel your pussy start to contract. I know you are close now. Your knees give way as you cum. You slide down the front of my wet body and stop just short of my hard cock. Your breath is rapid and just starts to slow down when, I move forward so the head of my cock just brushes the entrance to your tight pussy. You can’t wait any longer and reach behind you and wrap your hand around me and guide the head of my cock inside you. Anxiously and with trembling knees you lower yourself down my entire length until your pelvis rests on mine. I gasp, as your pussy is so tight and feels so good. You slowly start to move up and Escort Sultangazi down, feeling every ridge of my cock rubbing you inside.

Faster you pick up the pace. Felling the need for release again you start fucking me. Not caring about anything but cumming. I don’t care and watch as you move up and down, my hands grabbing at your tits, pinching your nipples. Hearing you tell me how good it feels and how you want to fuck this way forever.

You start to cum and your pussy tightens and I feel you cum on my cock. You feel so good when you cum. I lift you off and put you on your hands and knees. With slow teasing motions I push the head of my dick inside you. Then pull out slowly then in a little harder until finally I am fucking you hard and fast. You reach under between your legs and rub your clit wanting to cum again. I feel my balls slapping you as I thrust in and out, your fingers stroking my balls now, trying to coax me into cumming.

I tell you I am about to cum and you fuck me back taking me all the way in as I start to cum you yell for me to fill you with my cum and I oblige you as I explode inside of you. You move away and turn around, taking me in your mouth, sucking the last drops of cum from me. All of sudden the water goes cold, and we haven’t even cleaned up yet. You step out and dry off and go to get dressed and all I can do is stare at your tight as move as you walk out of the bathroom, turn and blow me a kiss and say “I have just begun”

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INNOCENT DEVIL’S HAREM CH. 12 — He discovers a big secret, and a bigger problem.

Original: November 4, 2020 (Copyright 2020 Kaizer Wolf)

Submitted to Sexstories: May 22, 2022

Tags: harem, supernatural, shifter, big tits, redhead, blonde, MILF, succubus, mystery

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– CHAPTER 12: Predicament –

After we ate some of the chocolate covered strawberries, which were even tastier than I was expecting, Gabriella decided she wanted me to carry her to the bed as a sort of symbolic ‘crossing the threshold’ for our engagement. At which point, we ended up fucking again, her riding my cock on top, with me being allowed to fuck her without rules or restraint.

Once she got there, I wrapped my arms around her and held her tight while I kept shoving myself in her pulsing pussy until I was cumming too.

Now, she was lying on my chest, one of my arms holding her firmly while my other hand gently felt the smooth silk of her sky-blue nighty on her back. My heart was still racing even though we weren’t moving around anymore, though I ignored it, enjoying our postcoital embrace.

Gabriella had her left hand on my chest too, eyeing her brand-new engagement ring with a small smile playing on her full lips.

It’d been really nice being able to touch her whenever I wanted to touch, wherever I wanted to touch, allowing my passion to guide me, but I definitely liked it both ways, including when we played by her rules.

She finally broke the silence after a long handful of minutes.

“That was really amazing,” she said softly.

“You were amazing,” I agreed with a smirk. Then, after a pause, I laughed.

“What?” she asked playfully, looking up at me, her emerald eyes endearing, her bright red hair a little disheveled.

I sighed. “I still just can’t believe how different my life was only yesterday morning. I went from being a virgin to fucking you at least four times in one day. Not to mention the whole engagement thing.” I sighed again, squeezing her gently. “I had no hope of ever being able to have a relationship with anyone, and here I am suddenly engaged. It’s hard to wrap my head around. Everything has happened so fast with us.”

She grinned at me. “Are you happy about it?”

I focused down at her. “Of course!” I said sincerely. “This is the best day of my life by far.”

“Me too,” she agreed quietly, beginning to run her fingertips along my dark gray chest. She then sighed. “I guess we should get back to your place though. Serenity will probably start worrying about us if we are too late.”

“Do you want to finish the strawberries here?” I wondered, since we still had a few.

“Nah, we can eat them on the way.” She paused. “If that’s alright?” she added, looking up to see my expression.

I inclined my chin. “Yeah, that’s sounds fine. We should probably rinse off in the shower too, and I also want to clean up your kitchen a little before we go. Don’t want to be a messy houseguest,” I teased.

Gabriella grinned at me. “I loved it, by the way. The chocolate strawberries and roses. It was simple, yet really romantic.”

“I’m glad,” I said cheerfully. “Maybe I can try to calm down enough, so you can get a picture.”

“Oh!” she exclaimed, her emerald eyes widening. “Absolutely! I can place my phone on the kitchen counter with a timer on it. That’s where the lighting is best, and the beige wall would make a good background. You can hold what’s left of the plate of strawberries while I show off my ring.” Her grin widened. “How’s that sound?”

“Perfect,” I agreed, returning the smile.

She scooted up my torso then to reach my lips, planting a passionate kiss before climbing off to head to the bathroom. I knew I was going to need some time to cool off, so I opted to focus on cleaning up the kitchen, still naked, before grabbing my clothes and slipping off to the bathroom when she went into her bedroom to get dressed.

I noticed in the corner of my eye that her hair was still dry, though combed out, indicating she must have just washed off from the chest down, or possibly even just the waist down. I decided to follow suit, since this was going to be my second shower of the day anyway.

Then, after drying off and dressing, I took a few deep breaths prior to finding her waiting in the kitchen, the plate of strawberries rearranged to create a smaller heart with what remained. Thankfully, it wasn’t too difficult to snap a picture, since all I had to do was stand there with a grin on my face while she did everything else. I had my arm out like I was hugging her, but she always waited until right before it was going to snap the shot to lean into me.

After a handful of pictures of her trying out various poses with her ring, she decided on a couple and deleted the rest.

“Going to send these to my email for now,” she commented. “I don’t want people thinking I’m crazy, so I’ll wait to put this on any of my social media accounts.”

I nodded. “Probably a good idea,” I agreed. “Not sure anyone would think we were sane for moving so fast.”

She glanced up at me, as if an idea just hit her. “You don’t have anything, do you?”

I shook my head, assuming she was referring to social media. “Nope. I mean, I don’t really have any friends, so no point.”

She nodded. “That’s fine. Just wanted to add you in case you did. Probably good that you don’t, because I’d likely end up stalking all the girls you were friends with.”

I frowned at that, only because it made me think of the reverse. “Not that I mind, but do you have a lot of guy friends online?”

She shook her head. “Nah, not really. Certainly no one I was ever interested in. A lot of them are either a friend’s boyfriend, or possibly more of a family friend I know from our parents being friends.” She paused. “Granted, there aren’t many of either of those on there. Like, the guys who used to be a boyfriend to one of my friends, I always unfriended the guy when the two broke up.” She paused again, lowering her voice. “Usually because the ex-boyfriend began trying to chat me up after they separated.”

I nodded, not really that surprised, given how hot she was.

“Ready to go?” I wondered.

She nodded, turning to grab a plastic container to stash the strawberries. Then, we were heading out the door, with her locking it behind us.

Unsurprisingly, it was already after dark, despite what Gabriella promised my housemate, so I wasn’t too shocked when Serenity called Gabriella’s phone just as we were pulling out of her apartment complex.

“Hey, you guys doing alright?” she asked, her tone sounding normal despite her earlier reaction at dinner.

Gabriella nodded, prompting me to smirk, considering my older friend couldn’t see the gesture. “Yeah, we’re actually on our way back now,” she said reassuringly. She then glanced over at me, lowering her voice as she pulled the phone away. “Should I tell her?” she asked me quietly. “Might be better if she finds out now.”

I considered that for a moment, knowing I hadn’t really thought that far ahead. Part of me wanted to test out Gabriella’s theory, that Serenity might really have feelings for me, but the other part of me felt ridiculous for even hoping for it.

Not to mention, even if she did, then what?

As I’d considered many times over now, there was no way I was going to risk telling her my secret — that was just an objective fact that wasn’t going to change.

However, I also didn’t want Serenity to end up reacting negatively while I was away either, preferring to at least be in the house to keep an eye on her, in case she took the news really bad. Thus, I shook my head.

“Let’s wait,” I whispered hesitantly.

Gabriella pursed her lips, before nodding. “Sorry we’re running late,” she continued to Serenity. “We actually made a trip to a few stores. Needed to grab a few things,” she hedged. “But we’re on the road now.” She then paused. “How was your date with Nick?” she added.

“Date?” Serenity repeated, sounding surprised. “Oh, umm, I wouldn’t really consider it a date. I just met the guy today, and we mostly talked about work.” She paused. “But it was fine. He’s a really interesting guy, but Beyoğlu Escort I’m not sure if I’d want to date him.”

“Oh, sorry to assume,” Gabriella said apologetically.

I was glancing at her from the corner of my eye, wondering why she was even bringing the subject up, especially after what we’d talked about earlier, but she didn’t look at me.

“No, it’s fine,” Serenity replied. “I mean, I did bring him over for dinner, so I guess it probably looked like that.” She paused. “I was just kind of interested in knowing what was going on with the case and such,” she added hesitantly.

“Oh,” Gabriella said with wide eyes, suddenly looking up at me. Her brow then furrowed. “Right, well, we should be home in the next twenty minutes, so see you then.”

“Sure,” she agreed. “See you both soon.”

Once they hung up, I glanced at Gabriella questioningly.

However, she was completely silent, her phone and hands tucked between her thighs as she stared straight ahead.

I finally cleared my throat. “So, what was that about?” I wondered.

She looked up at me. “Which part?”

“Asking about the date,” I clarified.

“Oh.” She looked away.

“Gabriella,” I prompted when she didn’t respond.

She sighed heavily. “Well, after we talked about how she might actually have feelings for you too, I started doubting it when I considered the fact that she wanted to go on an extended date with that guy.” She sighed, glancing up at me. “But it kind of sounds like she was much more interested in finding out information on the case. Possibly wanting to find out how close they are to catching the guy.”

“But why would she want to do that?” I asked seriously, trying to think of my own reasons, since I knew her best.

Gabriella shrugged. “Honestly? Possibly because she doesn’t want him to get caught either. After all, the guy saved my life, so she’s probably hoping to discover they aren’t close.”

I nodded as I considered that.

“Unless…” Her voice trailed off.

“Unless what?” I asked in a flat tone, feeling concerned by how she said that.

She sighed, focusing on me more intently, replying with a question. “You’re confident Serenity doesn’t know your secret, right?”

I looked at her in shock. “No, I’m pretty sure she doesn’t.” My brow then furrowed, thinking back to earlier that morning when my hair almost turned white. My housemate had seemed legitimately shocked that it looked a little gray for a second, so I felt confident she had no idea. “But why do you ask?” I wondered.

Gabriella focused on the road. “Well, maybe she invited him over specifically because she’s trying to protect you.”

I was shocked again. “How so?” I said in disbelief. “Because all I did was raise suspicion.”

She shook her head. “I mean, if she thought you might be the one involved, but doesn’t know your actual secret, then maybe she figured it would remove suspicion. To show you are a normal guy, or maybe she was just focused on seeing if there would be suspicion in the first place. In which case, she might have uprooted you both and run away if needed.”

I shook my head, feeling like that was just too ridiculous to be true.

“Probably not though,” Gabriella reconsidered. “Now that I’m thinking about her reactions at dinner when Nick was telling his story about you, she reacted more like she didn’t know. So then, it’s probably just because she doesn’t want them to catch the guy who saved me, prompting her to be extra curious about how it was progressing.”

I nodded, agreeing that might be the case, and knowing that made the most sense at the moment. Especially if she didn’t invite him over as a date, or have coffee with him for a date either.

“Although…” Gabriella continued hesitantly.

“Although what?”

She frowned. “It’s just, there was one point when that guy was initially telling us about the first case, about when you were younger, I saw the look Serenity gave you. The moment he said ‘eight or nine years old,’ and added that the Impaler was probably your age, it was like she suddenly knew he was talking about you.”

Fuck.

I didn’t respond, having no idea what to say. Or if her assumption was even true.

She continued. “Would there be any reason why she would know?” my new fiancé prompted.

I sighed heavily. “I…” I took a deep breath. “I was really depressed afterward. For months. Everyone knew something was wrong with me. My parents. Her parents. And of course she knew too.” I paused. “I didn’t tell them anything, but maybe…”

“Did they take you to see a therapist or anything?” Gabriella asked gently, sounding more like she was just curious.

I shook my head. “No. I mean, why would they? Yeah, I was acting strange, but I didn’t say anything odd. And even if I did see a therapist, then I would have just made an effort to act more like my normal self.”

She simply nodded, and we both fell silent for a few minutes, before she spoke up again hesitantly.

“But what if she does know, Kai?” she whispered. “Or what if she figured it out from Nick’s story? What then? Even if she doesn’t believe his de***********ion of the guy, she might now suspect it’s really you who saved me.”

I glanced at her, suddenly wondering if she was right. Of course, my housemate wouldn’t know for sure even if she did suspect, but she might have made connections between Nick’s story and my own life. After all, I’d been nine years old when I unexpectedly became extremely depressed — a depression that lasted for months with seemingly no cause.

Doubtful that was something she’d ever forgotten about.

And it was also possible she’d made the connection between the victims and the fact that all the murders had been serial killer cases she’d been working on. All cases that resulted in her being extremely upset, compared to the others she was assigned.

But as Gabriella said, what then?

If my lifelong friend knew my secret now — actually believed Nick’s de***********ion of the perp — and yet still seemed fine with me, then what?

“I don’t know,” I admitted quietly.

“I’m going to talk to her,” Gabriella blurted out, prompting me to look at her in shock. She quickly clarified when she saw my alarmed reaction. “Like, I’m not going to tell her your secret,” she reassured me. “But I’m going to figure out what she knows.”

“And what would be the point of that?” I asked seriously.

Gabriella was hesitant. “Kai, if she has feelings for you…and if she already knows your secret…” Her voice trailed off, before she took a deep breath. “Look, I’m not an idiot. I know I’m hot, and I know you like me, but you’ve only really known me for a day. You’ve loved Serenity for much longer, and I’m not stupid. I know that if it came down to it, you’d probably choose her over me.”

I didn’t know how to respond.

What could I even say to that?

Because denying it felt like a lie. Or rather, I felt like I wouldn’t even know how to choose at this point. Then again, I could probably survive losing Gabriella, whereas I felt like I couldn’t survive losing Serenity, even though losing either would be horrible.

“So,” she continued quietly. “I’d rather see if we can work something out now, instead of you leaving me years down the road.”

I again couldn’t believe what I was hearing. “But why would you even want to do that?” I asked quietly. “I can’t imagine that most women would want to…” My voice trailed off.

She sighed heavily, her gaze focused out the window. “Because I feel addicted to you. And because I don’t want to lose you.” She paused, her tone shifting. “You’re right, most women wouldn’t put up with it. But I’m not most women. I’ve finally found the guy I want to be with, and it might be different if it was another girl, but it’s Serenity.” She sighed. “I guess I also don’t want to lose her friendship either,” she added. “Because this feels very much like my friend telling me about the guy she’s crushed on for years, and then I went behind her back and stole him from her.”

Nothing about this conversation was making me horny, or otherwise affecting my appearance. Because it felt like she was speaking about impossibilities, and even the idea that she was serious about possibly sharing me with my lifelong friend felt surreal. Like, it was as if I was in some kind of alternate reality, where what would normally be every Beyoğlu Escort Bayan guy’s dream was coming true.

I had a girlfriend that wanted to share me?

Or was at least okay with the idea?

I mean, was she seriously that addicted to me? How was that even possible?

Or was she bisexual or something?

My eyes widened at that possibility, suddenly wondering if she wasn’t telling me something about herself.

Gabriella continued before I could speak. “So, let me talk to her and at least try to figure out how she feels about you.” She sighed. “And then, we can go from there. But I promise I won’t tell her your secret, unless you approve first.”

I nodded slowly, my thoughts now elsewhere as I glanced at her from the corner of my vision. “Hey,” I finally managed, only to choke up, suddenly really nervous.

“What’s wrong?” she wondered, her tone still a little somber from our conversation.

I took a deep breath. “C-Can I ask you a question?” I stammered. “One that might be offensive?”

She looked at me in confusion, her expression reassuring. “Of course, Kai. Anything. You won’t offend me.”

I grimaced, hoping that was really the case. “Umm,” I delayed, before gritting my teeth and just getting it over with. “You don’t, like…I mean, you aren’t like, interested in women too, are you?” I finally said.

Instantly, I knew from her scent she was embarrassed as hell. I glanced at her to see that her face was flushed red, all her muscles tense, her heart racing.

“I’m…” she tried, only to hesitate. “I’m not sure,” she whispered, focusing straight ahead at the road.

I sighed heavily, feeling a little less stressed now, mainly because her own tension made me tense, but having her admit my random suspicion made me feel less crazy for even wondering. It also helped everything make a lot more sense, making all this feel less like some kind of test or trap.

“Okay,” I replied simply, relaxing more fully.

She looked at me in surprise. “That doesn’t bother you?” she asked seriously, only to clarify. “I mean, obviously most guys would be thrilled to learn about that, but it doesn’t bother you that I have a bit of a crush on Serenity?”

My hair instantly flashed white, mostly alarmed by the unprompted confession.

“Oh, I’m sorry,” she replied quickly, glancing around to see it was far too dark for anyone to notice my appearance anyway. She then lowered her voice. “But I guess that means you’re okay with it,” she added somberly, like she’d just admitted to a grave sin.

I took a deep breath, trying to force my body to relax again. “Umm, it’s just that everything makes a little more sense, is all,” I admitted. “But then, that makes me wonder if adding women to the equation changes your answers from last night…” I paused. “About your experience with other people,” I added quietly.

“What?” she said in alarm. “No, of course not, Kai. I didn’t lie to you.” She then hesitated. “I mean, okay, yes, I did let the lesbian friend I mentioned kiss me once, but it was hardly anything romantic or sexual. It was more me just wanting to know what it was like.” She examined my expression for a moment before continuing. “And with that one boyfriend I had, we only ever kissed. Nothing more. All of that is still true.” She grimaced. “I’ve never actually dated a girl or anything. I just, sort of…” Her voice trailed off.

“Like my best friend,” I finished for her.

She sighed. “Well, obviously I like you a lot more. But Serenity is really sweet, and we have a lot in common, and of course she’s really pretty, and…” She sighed again. “I just kind of fell for her, I guess. At least, before I met you for the first time.”

I nodded, trying to keep my thoughts reserved since it still felt like she was talking about something impossible. Because I knew Serenity really well, and I just couldn’t imagine her being into anything at all deviant. No way in hell was Serenity interested in me as anything other than the young friend she grew up with, and no way in hell was she interested in women at all.

Certainly, Serenity had never had a serious boyfriend, assuming the few guys she dated before our parents passed away weren’t serious, but she’d also never shown any signs in even considering a date with a girl either.

As far as I knew.

I mean, what exactly was a date anyway?

Really, it was subjective, since going out to eat could be a date, depending on whether or not the two people were interested in each other. So then, technically my housemate having lunch with Gabriella almost every day could be a ‘date,’ but I doubted that was the case.

Even just now, Serenity denied that going out for coffee with Nick was a date, or even bringing him home for dinner, so she likely didn’t perceive herself as being someone who had gone on a date in a long time.

Either way, if she was actually into anything deviant, she’d never shown any signs of it, which would mean she’d have successfully kept her own huge secret.

Even though I was sure that wasn’t the case.

Taking a deep breath, I focused more intently on the road, just trying to process everything. I wasn’t going to ask Gabriella to not talk to Serenity, to figure out what she knew, but I also knew I’d be a fool to hope anything would come of it. Thus, instead I tried to focus on the more practical things to consider for the evening, like our sleeping arrangements.

“We need to figure out what we’re going to do about the bed situation,” I commented. “Like, it’ll be too risky to try sleeping together. Not that Serenity would do it, but if she barged in on us, or even just came downstairs if we were on the couch, then she’d find me transformed.”

Gabriella nodded with a pout. “Yeah, I hadn’t thought about that, but I guess you’re right.” She sighed. “That really sucks. I really want to sleep with you, and not for a romantic reason.”

I assumed she meant she wanted to feel safe. “I’m sorry,” I whispered, sincerely feeling bad. “I wish I had more control.”

She shook her head, looking up at me affectionately. “No, it’s not your fault. I’m glad I make you lose control, because then I might have never found out your secret either.” She paused, only for her face to flush bright red, her heart unexpectedly racing again.

“What is it?” I asked in concern, smelling her embarrassment as well.

“W-Well,” she stammered. “I was kind of awake by the time Serenity came downstairs this morning, and I heard her offer to…” She gulped. “Well, to let me sleep with her…” Her words began coming out in a rush. “Which, I normally wouldn’t be embarrassed about at all, even if I did have a bit of a thing for her, but just after telling you about it, my feelings suddenly feel more real than they did before, and it just feels really embarrassing knowing what you might be thinking and…” Her voice trailed off, only for her to calm down as she looked at me in confusion, probably realizing I hadn’t transformed. “Or maybe I’m overreacting?” she wondered hesitantly.

I shrugged. “I mean, I guess it’s just because the whole idea doesn’t seem realistic, so my mind automatically wants to write it off as an impossibility.” I paused. “And honestly, I don’t want you to be scared, so I have no problem with that, if you want to sleep in her room, instead of alone in mine.” I was then pensive. “Granted, if you do that, then I’ll probably sleep in my room, just in case I do start getting weird ideas.” I frowned. “I’d rather be behind a locked door if I’m going to be transformed. And of course my friend won’t try unlocking it if you’re not with me.”

Gabriella nodded slowly. “Okay, then that’s what I’ll do then. Hopefully she’ll be okay with that, because I really don’t want to sleep alone.”

I ran my fingers through my hair. “I’m sure she’d prefer that over us sleeping together. Or at least, over the possibility of it happening.” I glanced at her. “Obviously, if you’re in the room with her, then she knows where you’re at.”

She nodded, only to unexpectedly grin. “See?” she said excitedly. “You really are getting more used to me! You couldn’t even talk about this stuff before, and here you are looking completely normal.”

“Huh,” I commented, realizing she was right. “I guess I am.” I then frowned. “But please still be careful, especially around Serenity tonight.”

Gabriella nodded confidently. “I will. I Escort Beyoğlu made a promise to keep your secret, and I fully intend on keeping that promise.” She then did a salute at chest level. “Scout’s honor.”

I scoffed, shaking my head. “What in the heck was that?”

She grinned. “I don’t know, but it was cute, wasn’t it?” she said playfully.

“Sure,” I offered, grinning when she pouted and stuck her tongue out at me. “Okay, now let’s be serious though. You’re making my chest start to gray.”

“Oh, okay,” she said with mock disappointment. She then frowned for real. “Sorry, by the way. About admitting at dinner that we had sex. I just wanted to get him off your trail, and couldn’t think of anything else that would be believable.”

“It’s okay,” I replied. “It was really awkward, but it was a smart decision, since he was convinced we were hiding something.”

“Sorry about that too,” she replied quietly. “I felt like I really screwed up when he pointed it out.”

I shook my head. “No, I think you did fine. More than fine, I thought you were pretty amazing. He was the problem, not you. I don’t think a normal person would read so much into our glances and other nonverbal body language. Serenity certainly didn’t seem to notice, and she’s a pretty observant person.” I sighed. “And, at the very least, you handled yourself a lot better than I did.”

Gabriella nodded slowly. “Thanks. And you did fine too, but I think you’re right. He was just really observant. Plus, based on what he told you when you went outside, it sounded like he already thought it might be you to begin with.”

“Right,” I agreed. “So nothing to be sorry about.”

She smiled warmly at me, and then focused straight ahead again.

“Also,” I continued, prompting her to return her gaze to me. “Now that I think about it, I think he was testing me from the moment we met. When he was helping with the deer, he stopped pulling less and less, until I was pretty sure he wasn’t helping at all. He was probably trying to see if it would get harder for me, and of course I didn’t even seriously consider acting like it did.” I sighed. “And he noticed there wasn’t a blood trail either, meaning a hunter would have shot the deer right in our front yard. Granted, I gave him an excuse, but all those little things added up, I’m sure. Not to mention, how the deer died.” I scratched the back of my head briefly. “It would be a great shot for a hunter, but also probably wasn’t the best choice, given that it apparently is my MO.”

She nodded. “Yeah, but you were doing all that for Serenity to see, not him. We had no idea he was going to be coming over. And if he hadn’t, then no one would have thought anything different about the deer, or how it died.”

“Yeah, but then I didn’t think about the water temperature either, when I was washing my hands. Extreme temperatures don’t bother me, and I didn’t consider that it was hot enough to almost scald a person.” I sighed. “Just a lot of stupid mistakes.”

She reached out like she was going to rest her hand on my arm, only to just pat me once instead. “Well, I think it’ll be alright. If he really just wanted to thank you, then we shouldn’t have to worry about it becoming a problem.”

“Yeah,” I agreed simply, sliding down in my seat a little.

“Don’t beat yourself up too hard,” she continued. “But thanks for making me feel better,” she added with a grin. “Clearly, I was perfect in comparison.”

I scoffed playfully. “Jeez, thanks.”

She laughed then, only to grow more serious. “Let’s just hope he really meant what he said, about only wanting to thank the Impaler. It’s good you didn’t admit it, or else we may have discovered that he was trying to bait you.”

“Yeah, that’s true,” I agreed. “But I wouldn’t have admitted it either way.”

She smiled. “It really does make me feel special, you know — knowing your secret. Like, the fact that you haven’t even told Serenity is kind of a big deal. Granted, I know you might have avoided telling me too, if possible, but I’m still happy to be the only one who knows.”

I gave her a warm smile. “Well, I’m glad. You are special.” I reached over and intertwined my fingers in hers, since we were driving down the backroads now.

Gabriella kissed the back of my hand briefly, before rubbing it along her face. She then kissed it again and sighed in contentment, pulling my hand into her lap. I didn’t take it back until we were turning onto our road, a little gray underneath my clothes, and wanting to be fully normal and controlled when we arrived.

However, as I pulled into the driveway, the hairs on the back of my neck immediately stood on end, an uneasiness settling over me as my senses became focused.

Superficially, everything looked fine, with Serenity’s car parked in its usual spot, and yet my instincts were suddenly on high alert, an itch appearing in the back of my mind even before I fully understood why I felt like something was wrong.

Gabriella must have noticed the abrupt shift in my demeaner, because she spoke up right away.

“What’s wrong?” she asked urgently, her gaze quickly following mine to the house. But there was nothing to see.

I hit the gas, speeding up for a second, before slamming on the brakes next to my housemate’s car.

“Something’s not right,” I hissed urgently, popping open the door. “Stay here and lock it, understand?”

I didn’t wait for a response, slamming it shut even as I smelt her panic escalate.

Gray was already creeping up my neck as I bolted for the front door, finally registering that I couldn’t hear a heartbeat.

Not in the house, not in the surrounding trees.

There were no humans in the vicinity, other than Gabriella back in the car, and yet Serenity’s vehicle was in the driveway, untouched as if she were home.

And then the other smells — unfamiliar smells.

Another person had been by recently, someone I’d never smelt before, along with a faint trace of something with a chemical scent lingering in the air.

When I reached for the door, it was unlocked.

Shoving it open, the chemical aroma strengthened just slightly, the additional smells and sounds further confirming that no one was home.

Nothing was amiss, everything completely untouched, minus the fact that my best friend wasn’t present, who Gabriella just talked to not even fifteen or twenty minutes ago.

Fuck!

Rushing to the kitchen, desperately hoping for some sign of where she might be — possibly hoping to find some scent that I could follow, beyond her own, prior to me looking for her by air — I froze solid when I laid eyes on the table.

A note was lying on it, being unfamiliar paper, with unfamiliar scents.

I dashed over to read it.

I have Serenity. I know WHAT you are. You have one hour to find her alive. After that I’ll leave you a trail of pieces to collect for her funeral. Have fun looking.

Instantly, my body fully shifted, my fist slamming downward in rage before I even knew what I was doing. An earsplitting CRACK filled the room as the whole thing split in two, erupting in half and smashing into the floor with another boisterous crash.

The motion sent a tiny black object clattering against the floor as well, appearing to have come from underneath.

Reaching down to snag it, I realized immediately what it was — a microphone, and it had Nick’s scent all over it, looking like it was placed underneath the table right where he’d been sitting.

Fucking bastard!

Enraged, I crushed the object in my hand just as I heard a vehicle on the main road swerve wildly into our driveway, sliding into the grass before getting on the gravel again, racing down the long path. Rushing to the window, I saw it was Nick in the driver’s seat, my sharp eyes being able to see him even despite the blinding headlights aimed at the house.

I didn’t even care anymore, not in this moment, when my best friend’s life was at risk!

Fuck it all!

In a flash, I bolted for the door, the floorboards cracking under my abrupt movement as I abandoned all concern for restraint. The only thing that mattered now was getting to Serenity as fast as possible — and fucking murdering whoever the hell took her.

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This is a long story that involves lots of plot and action, as well as sexual engagements that are detailed and intimate. This story is actually available on amazon and patreon too, but I have several places where I’m posting it for free.

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Original: November 4, 2020 (Copyright 2020 Kaizer Wolf)

Submitted to Sexstories: May 22, 2022

A Bad Benning to a Great End part 2

If you haven’t read part 1 I suggest you do. It’s a good read and hard for me to compress into a brief summary.

Katty woke up to the smell of eggs and bacon. Bob wasn’t laying beside her anymore. Now a white bag that read “Lil Diner” Bob was just setting it down as she looked up. Standing at the bedside dressed in his usually shorts and a green shirt. He was setting the bag down talking in a hushed town, while holding a gatorade in the other.

Bob: I thought you might want food and drink, incase you had a hangover.

Katty: Thanks, and thanks for letting me sleep in here last night. It was freezing in my room. I left the window open before we left, I guess.

Katty grabbed the drink and sipped it as she pulled all the bacon in the bag out. She grabbed the bacon and balled it up to eat it in a few bites. She got up from bed and followed Bob out of the room to the kitchen.

Katty: So I’m off today. What you got to do today?

Bob: Just going to haul a couple things onto the truck and take it down to the scrap yard for a little extra cash. I’m off today too. If you want you can come with.

Katty: No thanks. That’s to much work. I’m just gonna watch TV in my undies again.

She said while putting the bag in the fridge.

Bob chugged a cup of water and headed to the door.

Bob: Don’t have too much fun. And don’t watch my shows without me.

Katty just sat there turning the tv on. As soon as Bob shut the door behind him Katty got up and ran to the bathroom. She started to strip down to take a shower. Running the water from the faucet for a minute to feel the temperature. When it was just above room temp she pulled the turning the shower head on. She stepped into the shower and washed her self off. She scrubbed her vagina very slowly, cause of the bruises. Katty finished and stepped out of the tub. Turning it off before she shut the sliding door. When she turned around she sat down on the toilet seat, pointing her body at the mirror in front of her hanging on the bathroom door. The shower to her right. She spread her legs wide enough to inspect her pussy. She hadn’t looked at it yet since last night. As she moved her lips to see if it hurt. It felt sore but not too bad. After that she opened up her pussy so she could see a little into it. As she did she saw cum slide out. She ran her finger across it and brought it up to see.

Katty: Fuck. I still have cum in me.

Katty sat back on the toilet and started to try and work the cum out of her womb with her muscles. She felt a little come out but not much. After a couple of minutes she was starting to get turned on. She couldn’t help her hand slowly drifting to her clit. She started spinning it in circles around her finger.

Katty: Mmm. This will get me to relax.

Katty said this while moving her other hand down to her pussy lips working a finger in and moving it around to Bağcılar Escort try to get cum out. She didn’t feel much so she started to rub her clit harder. As she did she put another finger in moving her hand in and out with random jerking motions out of pleasure and pain .She got her fingers in far enough to touch her cervix. She slowly prodded it with her finger tips. Tracing the edge of it, trying to relax it. Katty started to climax at this point. When she did she felt her cervix twitch letting a little more cum out. She moved her hand from her clit and pinched her breast as hard as she could trying to make her cum longer. Then she felt her cervix open wide. At least a full cup of cum came pouring out over her fingers into the toilet bowl. She kept working her finger through it, in and out of her as fast as she could. She felt the climax come to peak and stopped moving her hands while closing her eyes. When she opened them she looked down. Her hand was covered in clumped up cum. She got up to open the sliding door about to take another shower. As she reached for the door she smelled the cum and suddenly brought it up to her tongue. She lapped at it like a dog drinking water, coating the inside of her mouth.

Katty moaned as she sat back down on the toilet. Her hand drifting to her clit to go again.

When Bob got back he found Katty sleeping on the couch, having fallen asleep to the tv. He didn’t bother her. Bob went into Katty’s room to grab a pillow and blanket for her. He found the extra ones she had in her closet, closing it behind him as he started to walk out. As he did, he saw that her laptop was left on. Bob reached over to shut it, stopping as he recognized the website she was on. It was a porn sight, sitting on the screen was a paused image of Katty spread eagle with a vibrator in her pussy. Bob knew she was a cam girl sometimes but didn’t know for which site.Bob hit play on the video and stood there watching her. Katty woke up on the couch with the tv still playing the same episode from before she passed out. Katty got up and walked back to her room. She saw her room door open. As she pushed it fully open she saw Bob sitting at her computer chair masterbating to her video. Katty slowly out of her room not trying to alert Bob to her. Katty ran into the living room and started turning the TV up loud enough to hear in her room. A couple seconds later Bob brought back an extra pillow and blanket. Bob was pretty sure she didn’t see or hear him since Katty was sitting in the same position as before.

Bob: oh, I got these for you since you were asleep.

Katty turned around to look at him.

Katty: Thanks but I think I’ll just go to my room it’s getting kinda late. Why are you so sweaty?

Bob: I just got back from the scrap yard took me all day.

Katty got up and walked to her room. Slightly wiggling her hips as she walked, trying to get him to stare at her. Bob went to the bathroom to Bağcılar Escort Bayan get a shower. Wanting to wash all the dirt and sweat off. Bob finished his shower and walked to his room to lie down. He fell asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow. Bob’s dream was strange at first until he started having a wet dream about the girl he was at the bar with, named Jessica. He was fuckin her in the bar bathroom. It felt so real to him. Bob woke up to the sound of his bed squeaking. He felt a tight wet pussy wrapped around his dick. He looked up to see Katty bouncing up and down on his cock. She had her eyes closed and head pointed to the ceiling, pinching her nipple as she went up and down. Bob sat back and watched as she mashed down and ground her pelvis onto his. Moving back and forth. Bob felt his balls start to tighten. He knew he was about to cum and didn’t know how to get her to stop without letting her know he was awake. As he was about to push her off he heard Katty start talking dirty to herself.

Katty: Yes ,mmmmm, fuck. When I saw you earlier in my room I knew I wanted your cock in me. God, fill me up daddy. I just want you to cum in me. Pleassseee.

When Bob heard her he couldn’t hold back anymore. He grabbed her by the hips, pushing her onto her back as he pounded into her.

Bob: If you wanted me to cum in you all you had to say was please. Now stay still while I pump you full , my little princess.

Katty: Choke me daddy. I want to cum with you. I’m so close. Harder, ram it in harder, daddy.

Bob warped his hands around her neck, cutting off blood flow but not her windpipe. As he pounded into her he heard the slapping of his balls against her pussy lips.

Katty: I’m cumming. Cum with me. Cum for me ,daddy. Fill my pussy up.

Bob slammed into her holding it there while he came, feeling her pussy clamp around him. He started spraying jet after jet of cum. Katty bit down on his neck as she felt his spunk shooting inside her. Katty almost passed out from her orgasim again, as she started to focus again she felt Bob collapse on top of her. Bob was spent. Having masterbated earlier and having cum just now he was pretty tired. Katty felt Bob start to go limp inside her. Katty didn’t want to stop yet. She pushed Bob onto his back without letting him slip out of her. Katty started sliding back and forth, grinding his limp cock into her.

Katty: Daddy, I’m not done yet. Please.

Bob: If you keep that up you’ll get your wish.

Katty: Ehhhhh. Yay!

Katty said in a voice like a little kid. She started going up and down as she felt him start to get hard in her again. Bob leaned up and started sucking on her nipple, pinching the one he wasn’t twirling his tongue with. Bob was nursing on her tit for several minutes. Katty slammed down on his cock, cumming as she did. Bob felt her pussy tighten around his cock. When she threw her head back in ecstasy Bob quickly Escort Bağcılar flipped her over onto all fours. Not removing his dick from her as he did. Katy was still cumming.

Katty: Mmm, dad-dy. Your… being so rough…. Mmm. Yes….. treat me… like your… little cum dump.

Katty stopping to grunt every time he bottomed out in her. Bob leaned down over her, still pistoning in and out, and started choking her. Whispering in her ear as he, pulling her into a sitting position on his cock by her throat.

Bob: I’m gonna use my little cum dump till you beg me for sleep.

Katty: Mmm. Please don’t cum in my pussy again daddy. I want it in my mouth. Cum in my mouth, please daddy?

Bob: Is my cum dump making demands? Do I have to punish you.

Katty: No daddy. I just want to taste you in my mouth while you still have my pussy juice on your cock.

Bob: If your a good little princess I will let you sucking me off while I try and sleep.

Katty: Okay daddy.

Katty said it like she was pouting. Bob felt himself about to cum.

Bob: Fine princess.

He said as he quickly pulled him off her flipping her face towards his cock. Katty looked at his cock. It was covered in streaks of cum and clear fluid. As she licked her lips she felt Bob grabbed her by the hair and slammed his cock into her mouth. Forcing his way past her lips and down her throat. She tasted his jizz and her cum coating everything in her mouth. It tasted slightly sweet with a slight tinge at the end. When Bob bottomed out he came spurt after spurt down the back of her throat. He held her head against his pelvis, grinding his cock into her. When his climax started to subside he slowly pulled his dick out. Still squirting cum as he pulled back. Katty felt his cum spray against her tonsils and across her tongue as he exited. Leaving only the head on the tip of her tongue. Katty opened her mouth wide to show him what he left for her. Bob looked down and saw a trail of cum leading from the tip of his dick, disappearing behind her teeth, he shot another line of cum, watching it shoot to the back of the throat. Katty closed her lips around his head and sucked on it. She took her hand and jerked his cock off into her mouth as she went.

Bob: Good girl.

He said while slowly sitting back. Letting her follow his dick, Katty not letting it exit her mouth.

Bob: Do you want to go to sleep or keep going?

Took her mouth off his cock just to answer.

Katty: You can try and sleep. I’m gonna keep playing daddy.

Katty let him lie down on his back. When it looked like he was comfortable she started licking his cock from balls to his tip. Circling around his cock till he fell asleep. Katty finally stopped sucking after an hour. Realizing she would get nothing more from his sack. She decided to fall asleep on top of him. As she straddled him she got an idea. Katty grabbed his cock and aimed it up at her pussy’s entrance. She slowly slide down his shaft. Shuddering as she felt his cocks tip pop into her cervix. She quickly laying down fully. She fell asleep like that, her head on his chest and his cock down to the hilt in her womb.