Stacey Ch. 01

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This is a true story of lust and longing that an older married man has for his sexy single neighbour and how this develops into an obsession for him.

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Chapter 01 – The Beginning

My wife no doubt thought that I fancied Stacey but she clearly never knew the lengths that I might go to, to make my dreams come true. My name is Paul and I am 46 and live in Scotland, my wife Daisy is a gorgeous and very sexy 41 year old and we have a happy marriage and good sex life.

But then the girl next door is something else! Stacey is a 27 year old dyed blonde with a stunning figure and long shapely legs to die for. Whilst she is not that well endowed in the breast department what she has elsewhere certainly makes up for that and at 5’9 she is slim and shapely and in my eyes really delicious.

I often used to wonder why Stacey didn’t have a partner but having got to know her better; she told me she had problems in the past and found it hard to trust men. She did have a sex life, if you can call it that. She drank a lot and when drunk was an easy target (and easy lay) for anyone that might find her attractive or simply want a one-night stand. And whilst I do find her very attractive I know that she sees me more as a Father-Figure with whom she can talk about the most intimate details of her life. Not that I mind but it is often difficult for me to keep my wicked imagination at bay and sometimes to hide my erections when I am close to her. And I am often close to her, so to speak as she drives me to work. And when she is driving in what can only be described as a micro mini skirt and tight top. I watch her gorgeous tanned thighs moving slowly as she drives and talks about the various men she has had. Some that mean a lot for her in terms of sex and others that often do not.

In the past I would always offer to assist her in any way I could with DIY or lending a hand as my attraction grew for her. And I would relish every opportunity to be in her house and perhaps see her to check out how she was dressed or more often semi-dressed in some of Pasaport Escort the styles when she was going out for a drink. And in the garden I would watch from my upstairs window and loved seeing in only a T-shirt and shorts. During the summer I would come home prior to my wife to find Stacey lying out in her garden working on her tan in a minute white bikini. My wife didn’t get home from work until an hour or more after me so I had a fair bit of time to myself. Sometimes I would go into my garden and start a conversation with my sexy neighbour but from the bedroom window I had a perfect view of her. She would usually roll over to keep her tanning even so I could see all sides of her perfect lean body. It became a habit every time I saw her sunbathing for me to strip naked in the bedroom, grab my hard cock with a palm full of baby-oil and wank while looking down on her. I would stand there stroking my cock until she was just about to get up and go back in before I would shoot my load into my hands. I kept a roll of toilet paper in the closet for cleaning up the mess.

But Stacey’s way of life was work hard and play hard, once drunk.

And it was just one of these occasions that arose a few months ago. Daisy was at her sister’s house for the evening and I was alone when I heard Stacey fall out of a taxi at around 11pm. I immediately went to her aid and paid the taxi driver before helping her up to her door. She was in 6″ heels and a blue mini dress that left nothing to the imagination as it seemed to stick to her body like a glove. She was almost unconscious as I opened her door and she fell onto her stairs. I closed the door behind us. I tried to wake her and put the kettle on but she was completely out of it. I therefore decided it would be best to put her to bed.

Carrying her up the stairs I looked down at her gorgeous face and even nicer body as I entered the bedroom. The bed was unmade and the room was strewn with clothing including bras and panties. A typical single girl I thought. I lay her on the bed and she moaned before appearing to fall back to sleep.

Now any nice man would have left her on her Pasaport Escort Bayan bed and gone home. But I am not a nice man really, not when it comes to taking opportunities that come my way. I spoke gently to her and there was no response so I reached under her to unzip her dress, my intention being to remove this and then cover her up for a good night’s sleep, of course! Feeling the zipper I slid it down and then pulled the material from her shoulder and eased the dress off her wonderful slim body. She was now lying on the bed in just a white bra and matching thong.

She looked so peaceful and sexy and just the vision of my young neighbour got me very excited. But I knew that I couldn’t touch her or really do anything else that might cost me my marriage.

But as I looked down at her seeing her blonde hair around her face, his lips full and painted red and her wonderful body I knew I needed to do something to ease the tension that I was feeling. My cock was now swollen in my trousers and I couldn’t take my eyes off of her creamy skin that seemed to have all the right curves in all the right places with not an ounce of fat in the way.

The bra clung to her breasts and I decided to remove it gently knowing that she would be more comfortable without it on in bed. And I was desperate to see her full breasts and nipples for the first time ever. In a second it was off and whilst she didn’t move, if I wasn’t rock hard before I was now with the sight of her bare breasts and her now in just a thong. I dropped to the floor and crawled over to the side of the bed. The moonlight shone in the window and illuminated her beautifully and I didn’t really care what happened next. I was content just to gaze at her.

She moaned softly again and I didn’t dare move for several minutes until she settled again. I just sat there watching her sleep. Her C cup breasts rose and fell with every breath she took and I could see her nipples hardening ever so slightly. I pulled out my cock and began to slowly stroke it. I leaned over her to get a closer look at her body. Her nipples were starting to jut out as her chest heaved up Escort Pasaport and down and I was so tempted to run my tongue over one of them.

But instead, I imagined in my mind reaching out and touching them, licking and sucking them. But I knew I had gone too far already and that would awaken her and make it very awkward. So instead I left it to my imagination and gazed at her naked tits as I wanked my cock. In my mind and my dream she was begging me to take one of her delicate pink nipples in my mouth as I groped her other breast.

My eyes moved down her body. Her brown pubes were peeking out from the sides of her thong. And again my mind went into overdrive as I imagined pulling the thong to one side and burying my face into her young pussy. I started to lean over to sniff her pussy through the thin silky material, but I couldn’t without supporting myself on the bed. I didn’t dare touch anything so I just stared at her as I pumped my cock with my hand. My dirty mind now went wild picturing her naked with her lips wrapped around my thick hard cock, me fucking her and her fingering herself. And then she was on the bed as I wanked over her and she waited expectantly with an open mouth for my cum to splash all over her face.

Reaching my hand down, I lifted a pair of her panties, black lacy ones and sniffed them deeply getting an aura of her pussy. Wrapping my cock in her panties I continued to wank, harder now and knew I was close to cumming. In my mind my cock was pushing itself between her tight cunt lips and my mouth was on hers in a hungry kiss as my hands mauled her perfect young breasts.

And then I came, shooting load after load of hot juicy cum ropes into her delicately laced black panties. As I let my erection subside I covered my neighbour up with her quilt and let myself out of her house and back into my own, her panties full of my cum still in my pocket.

As I walked into my house I had the shock as I saw my wife sitting with a glass of wine in the living room.

“Where have you been honey?” She asked innocently.

“Oh it was Stacey…………..!” I started to explain about her falling out of the taxi and me helping her into her house.

Daisy smiled at me. “You’re such a kind man Paul, and a great neighbour for Stacey to have!”

“Thanks!” I smiled…………………………somewhat guiltily.

But I knew this was just the start of things to come with Stacey, my sexy next door neighbour.

Just Being Polite

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“Oh my god,” I thought. “He’s doing it again.”

My boyfriend, Jack lay beside me in bed. He was masturbating, right there next to me. He must have thought I was asleep, so I pretended I was. I mean, what are you supposed to do when someone, even the guy you’ve lived with for eight months, is right up against you and jerking off?

It wasn’t the first time, either. Maybe it happened before, but I first noticed it about a month ago. Then, like now, I was vaguely repulsed and horrified. Then again last week, and now this. What did it mean? I did what pretty much any woman would do in this case: I asked my closest friends. Their responses covered the range that had already occurred to me, and just played into my worst fears.

Mindy’s response was the most direct. “Ew. Tell him to stop or you’re out of there. You mean he’s done it before? OK then, he’s already had his second chance. Leave. You can stay at my place until you find a new apartment.” Thanks Mindy, but I don’t want the nuclear option as my only option. I really like Jack, and want to find out what this means before I do anything I might regret.

Jill didn’t make me feel much better. “You keep saying how nuts he is about you, but he treats you like this? Something doesn’t line up there. Maybe he’s just not that into you any more.” Jill, he treats me like a queen, and I don’t just mean in bed. The way we make love, I just can’t believe that.

April came up with something I had already thought about, and hearing it come from a friend just made me more nervous. “He couldn’t be seeing someone else? Not Jack.” The way she said it meant “Yes, Jack.” He was never out late, though, or making mysterious excuses. When would he have time for someone else? Not that I’d know, of course.

Eileen got straight to the point – her point, at least. “Get rid of his stash of porn. Now. It’s making him so he can’t deal with a real woman any more.” Well, all the erotica I’d ever seen on his shelves was very tasteful – gorgeous figure photography, books of classic Japanese prints (have you seen those? Wow), and stuff like that. I couldn’t see the harm in those. In fact I liked them too. And, if he got rid of his, I’d have to give up those steamy romances and Tony Comstock videos. I filed that one with under “last resorts.”

Edie put it all in my lap. “You’re obviously not doing enough for him, or enough of what he wants. You’ve got to fix that, girl. If you want to hold onto him.” I tried that tack for a few weeks – sexy lingerie, new positions, making love nearly every day whether I wanted it for myself or not. That was way too hard on me. He didn’t even seem to notice the Victoria’s Secret goodies, and I was getting sore and frankly tired of sex. That went in a direction I didn’t want to go.

Claire asked, “Is he gay?” Bi, maybe, but I can’t believe anyone truly gay would spend that much time loving my very female body. That was a reminder, though. I hadn’t asked the one friend who might have some real insight: Gil. He’s as gay as they come – not a hair-dresser or anything, but a 100% life-long guy’s kind of guy. Why I hadn’t I thought of him first? I could talk to him about anything, and get a male perspective but without the macho bullshit. (Every girl should have a gay male friend – too bad there aren’t enough for everyone.)

A day or two later, I had him on the phone. “Gil, could I ask you something kind of personal?”

“Go ahead and ask, chica. I don’t promise to answer.”

“Why do guys masturbate?”

Silence. I was about to start babbling an apology when he finally Görece Escort answered. “I don’t think this question means what the words mean.” That’s the problem with no-bullshit Gil. My bullshit doesn’t go very far either. “Are you free tonight? Let’s talk.”

We met at a nice little restaurant near his place, and found a table in the back corner. He ordered a bottle of wine, and made very sure to keep my glass full. We dawdled over ordering, then sat back. I wasn’t ready to open the subject yet, so I looked away from him. A glance at the wine bottle showed some serious damage, and I had just heard him order another. He knows I get talky when I drink.

He sat close and repeated my question in a low voice. “Why do guys masturbate? That’s what you asked, right?”

I blushed and nodded. “Yeah, I guess that was kind of dumb. Isn’t it obvious.”

“No, not at all.” Did he mean ‘not dumb,’ or ‘not obvious?’ “But I think you had a different question in mind. Like ‘Why does Jack masturbate?'”

Butterflies in my stomach, and not just from the wine. “Uh, yeah.”

“You caught him at it?”

“Yeah.” I hoped he didn’t notice me start to sweat. I figured I might as well get the hard part over with. “In the middle of the night. In bed, next to me.”

Gil smiled and sat back a little. “Does he know you saw?”

“No.”

“I’m not ignoring your question, chica, but could I ask you a few first?”

“Fair’s fair, I guess.”

“Are you getting yours?”

“Oh, yes!” I don’t know what I expected to hear, but this question calmed me a bit. “He’s the best lover I ever had. I get what I want, and I know there’s lots more where that comes from.”

“Do you ever say ‘no’ to him?”

“Once in a while, when I’m really not in the mood or not feeling good. He knows how to get me in the mood, though.” I would never have this conversation with anyone but Gil.

“What happens when you do say no? Does he get pouty, or mean, or aloof?”

“What? Nothing like that. He’s always good about it. I think last time he offered a backrub instead, and it went on for forty minutes.”

“I knew he was good for you, chica. My Bill is like that, too.” Always ‘My Bill.’ I thought it was cute the way he said it. “When you know you can say ‘no’, you don’t want to.”

“I know what you mean.” I smiled – we’ve both had boyfriends who weren’t good about ‘no.’ This wasn’t helping me any with what I needed to know, however. “Aren’t we getting a little far from my original question?”

“Oh, I think we’re making good progress on it. Now, what about after your backrub?”

“That practically put me to sleep. A few minutes of snuggling, and I was out for the night.”

“What about Jack?”

“What do you mean?”

“If he had his hands all over you for forty minutes, then lay down close to you, he probably had a boner ready to burst. I know I would if it was me and my Bill.”

I blushed again, not just from the wine, and looked down. “Well, I guess I did feel something bumping me from behind. But he never said anything about it.”

“Jack’s a gentleman. He wouldn’t. And what about all that ‘lots more’ you were talking about? It sounds as if he’s a high-energy kind of guy.”

“High energy. That’s one way to put it. If he had his way, I’d never bother getting dressed below the waist.”

Gil laughed. “So, where do you think all that extra energy goes?”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, he’d wear you out, if you let him. All those times when you’re not up for it, where do you think it Görece Escort Bayan goes? Into a wad of Kleenex and down the toilet is my guess.”

His wads of Kleenex ended up in the garbage can the times I caught him, but close enough. “Are you saying I’m not enough for him?”

“Chica, no. I’m saying you’re different people with different energy levels. That’s not good, that’s not bad, that’s just the way it is.”

That much seemed true, at least. “I’m not a cock-tease, Gil. I wouldn’t get him all worked up and then leave hanging.”

“I know you wouldn’t, you sweetie. That’s not what I meant. I meant he gets himself all worked up, and that’s a real compliment. And he probably knows as well as I do that there’s no hiding a horny mood. If he wasn’t Jack, he’d be all over you. That would just leave him frustrated and you annoyed.”

“So, I don’t even have to be a cock-tease to be a cock-tease?”

“Can we stay away from the blame thing for just two minutes? He likes you, he’s infatuated with you, he he doesn’t want to pester you when you’re not in the mood. So, instead of putting pressure on you, he gets rid of it on his own.”

“You’re saying he jerks off just to be polite. To me.”

“Something like that. His erection isn’t your problem. You’re not just a sex toy for when he has some extra sperm to dump. You’re for making love, not for getting rid of unwanted erections.”

I never felt that is was ‘just sex’ between us. From the very first, Jack cared more about my happiness than anyone ever did before. I never much thought about how he felt when I wasn’t up for sex, since he never made a big deal of it. Compared to the conversations with my female friends, this was going totally the opposite direction. “OK, it sounds nice. But why didn’t he talk to me?”

Gil put his fork down and looked at me for a moment. “Chica, the thought would probably scare him out of his socks.”

“But how do you solve a problem if you don’t talk about it?”

“I’d say he’s been solving it single-handedly.” He smiled at his own double entendre. “Maybe he figured that, if he tried to talk about it, he’d end up with the original problem still in hand, but with two or three new ones to go with it.”

I thought about Mindy and Jill, and the rest. With anyone else, maybe even with me if I wasn’t careful, Gil was probably right. “Oh. A guy thing, right?”

“A guy would say it’s a chick thing, but I think we’re agreeing.”

“But what makes you so sure about this?”

“Chica, I’m a guy, remember? A fruit maybe, but a guy. And so is my Bill. You think we haven’t been through this dozens of times, in both directions? I can’t promise you that’s what Jack is thinking, but I assure you it’s what I think. And what my Bill thinks.”

“So I should just send him off to masturbate, is that what you’re saying?”

“Send him off? Whatever for, honey? If he’s just getting rid of an erection, it’s not about you. Help him out. You don’t have to get all that involved, just a touch or two in his favorite places, to let him know you care. But it looks like he already knows it’s his problem to deal with, not yours.”

“This is what you do?”

“All the time, chica. I mean, when his energy level and mine don’t line up, which isn’t that often. But when we’re in different places sexually, all the time.”

No wonder my female friends were taking this so differently. It’s men we’re talking about – creatures from the far end of the gene pool. How could any sane person imagine how a man thinks?

A Escort Görece few weeks later, it happened again. I felt Jack moving next to me, the sheets half off and his breathing ragged. I rolled over and reached between his legs. As I figured, I had his hand instead of his penis in mine. He froze.

I whispered, “Hey big boy, whacha doing?”

“Uh, nothing.” Hand in the cookie jar, so to speak, and that’s the best he could come up with. A half-beat later, “playing with myself.”

“You didn’t invite me?”

He stammered, something he never does. “You were asleep. I didn’t want to bother you. I was having trouble sleeping and this helps some times.”

“Well, don’t let me get in the way.” I had been moving his hand under mine, and felt his rhythm get started again as we talked. “Is it OK if I help?” I moved to cradle his balls in my hand, the way he likes, and to rub that stiff ridge at the back of his erection. Then I leaned over and took his nipple between my lips. His are a lot smaller than mine, but they seem to give him almost the same feelings mine give me. His free hand hugged my shoulders close.

A moment later, his body curled upward. He grunted quietly, even more quietly than when we make love, and every muscle seemed to tense. The arm around my shoulders held with the all the intensity a man’s strength can bring. I could feel his ejaculation, with my hand still still cradling his balls and pressing against his erection. After it finished throbbing, he started to uncoil then went limp on the mattress. I held him for a little while, the whole length of my body up against his side, then reached for the box of Kleenex.

“Here.”

“Thanks.” He took one, wiped blindly in the dark, then took another. After three or four more, he wadded them up and dropped them in the trash. “You didn’t have to do that ,you know.”

“I know.” I shifted a little so we had more skin touching. “That’s probably why I wanted to.”

I don’t mean to sound selfish, but I was thinking more about my feelings than his at that point. Did I feel used? No, he hadn’t made any request at all. I offered. Ignored? Hardly. I was surprised at how fast he came once I started playing. Intrusive or interrupting? Not with his arm around me like that. I felt like I had done something nice for the guy who’s so good to me. With his arm around me and his soft, sticky penis in my hand, it was easy to feel that way. His breathing evened soon, and he went to sleep with my hand still holding him. I was sleepy and didn’t have a lot of energy, but I had enough for that.

Next time, just three nights later I woke up in the middle of the night and helped him again (how often had he been doing this, for how long?). A few days after that, I was in a rush to get out to a morning meeting. Instead of our usual play, I just helped him deal with the morning wood. Don’t get me wrong, we made love the usual way as often as ever. I wasn’t losing out in this deal. But I soon started to feel like this was making love, too. Uneven perhaps, but we can into it with uneven energy levels. I gave him my best, as always, and he gave me what I wanted. Isn’t that what matters? If that counts as making love, we were making love twice as often as ever before.

It was only long after when I realized how important this was. I was out of commission for months after I had Jeremy and longer after I had the twins, but that didn’t stop us from making love – one way or another. Then he had that blood pressure medication that dropped the lead out of his pencil for a while. It was his turn to take the helper role, then. I had some ups and downs through menopause, he had some medical issues of his own. I’m not keeping score, though. At our age, being able to do anything at all is a blessing. That’s what this is about, just doing what we can and loving each other, as we’ve always done.

Katie the Whore Ch. 02

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Katie was so exhausted from all those actions, she felt extremely tired and dizzy while relaxing in the bath. The warm water felt nice around her, soothing the muscles. She started to scrub her body gently to clean it from cum. She took a handful of water and started to rinse her hair with it. Though she didn’t care much about fashion, but she did care about her hair.

She dipped her head inside the tub water and started to clean her hair more thoroughly for a while. When she was rinsing her hair, she remembered her little brother, Eddie. He was such a cute boy according to her, so innocent. She was still confused about how the hell did Eddie get mixed up with these people.

Old memories started to rush into her head, how Eddie and she spent time together on some beach, making sand castles when they were really child. Then at a little older age, complaining to mom and dad about each other’s lovers and then apologizing. Those times seemed as if in previous life.

She remembered once, when they were a little grown up, in fact a few months earlier, due to some minor issue they started to fight among each other and Eddie accidentally, pulled the hem of her skirt, ripping it from her body, literally leaving her on her underwear down there.

How ashamed was Eddie at that time, and how she used his guilt to pull his short down and spanked him bare on the butt, until their parents enters the room and thought some crazy incest is going on and punished both of them.

She soon was overwhelmed with emotions and started to cry, resting her head on the edge of the butt tub, ramming her hands and again inside the water, trying to disbelieve this cruel turn of fate, about her brother and as well as her own fate.

Henry heard the crying and silently pushed the door to take a peek inside. Henry didn’t say anything to her; he closed the door silently and leaned against a chair.

Henry started to smoke a cigarette, his hands trembled a little, and he was unsteady inside his mind. He loved to abuse Katie when she is a whore for him. But, when Katie is off-duty, she is so amazing, he thought.

Her body and her eyes made Henry simply crazy for her. Her shape was just the one Henry craves for. Her eyes shine like a glittering malachite, on her cute face, the way the brunette hair curled up and rests on her cheek, made Henry’s heart beat increased few times faster.

Katie was still sobbing inside the bathroom, Henry simply couldn’t hear it anymore, and he walked inside and kneeled before Katie. He started to stroke her hair; her wet hair got entangled in his finger. He started to free it slowly, while comforting her best he could, “I am sorry for your loss, Katie. I really am.”

Katie calmed down a little; she feared of getting hit because of crying, she looked at Henry, she wiped her eyes, though it was nearly impossible to dry her eyes with the wet hand, so instead she started to wash her face, while she replied, “It’s not your fault Mr. Henry; it’s just that….. Well, you know.”

Henry’s heart skipped a bit and corrected her immediately, like a modest guy he normally is, “No no, Katie, call me Henry when you are not a whore.” He freed her hair and kissed on her forehead gently.

Henry was a strange guy, he was a drug lord, but beneath that layer, he was a man crazy for love. He was spoiled in his young, just like Eddie was starting to get spoiled; the only difference is He didn’t fail like Eddie.

Katie nodded, “its ok, Henry. I am sorry for this emotional outburst. But I loved my little Eddie a lot, I don’t know why they kill him or what did he got mixed up in this business, but it doesn’t matter to me. I hate those sons of bitches that killed my Eddie.” Katie was shaking with the anger growing up inside her.

Henry was stunned, he was falling in love with this Katie, but it is clear that he can’t tell her ever that, he is the one who killed her brother. But neither did he want to lie to her for the entire life. He decided to wait for the right time, if there is any. Henry started to stroke her hair again, gently and slow to make sure none of her hair gets entangled. He asked her gently, “What about the rest of family?”

Katie started to get up from the tub and sat beside Henry, leaning against the tub, she crossed her legs to hide her pussy from his view, and started to say, “Well, you know, our mother died a long time ago. Father is living with another woman he loves; he barely pays anything for me and Eddie. That much also he is forced to pay for social pressure. So, I am a teacher in a high school. I requested my teacher to give me a job, he gave me that one, so that me and Eddie can live meeting our ends.”

Henry was crying out a river inside him to hurt her like that, but on the surface, he was having some comforting look for Katie, he wanted to free her. But there was a huge mental battle between his inner self, who loves to abuse Katie and the part who loves just Katie.

He placed his Develi Escort hands against her back and pulled her towards him, hugging her gently, he closed his eyes and thought, “Why did Eddie come to me? If not then these two would have enjoyed their life like a normal people. “He said gently, “Get ready Katie, we are going on a trip as I mentioned before, your dress is cleaned, so don’t worry about it.” He left the bathroom, slowly.

Katie kept on leaning against the tub for some time and sighed for the life she lost. Her Eddie whom she protected with the cost of anything is lying around dead somewhere. This knowledge was stabbing her in the chest, poor Katie, ordinary people under extra-ordinary pressure, couldn’t think clearly. She also couldn’t.

If she did think about it clearly, she would have figure out who is the murderer of Eddie. She walked out of the bathroom and wrapped herself in a towel entering the bedroom.

Henry watched Katie entering the bedroom and he quickly started making a phone call to some of his men, “Give that kid a proper burial. I don’t care how much bribe you have to give for that, just DO it.” He waited for a little, and added, “Ok, do it quickly. And don’t screw this up.”

He hanged the phone and waited for Katie to come out of the bedroom privacy. After a while, a sms was received by Henry and he noted down an address, quickly on his diary, which was the burial place for Eddie, New Montefiore Cemetery.

Katie walked out of the bedroom and there she was stunning again. Her long slim legs, her foot hiding inside her high heel shoes, the back of the dress fitted perfectly against her ass, her breasts look stunning also, the only difference from before is her eyes. They weren’t that much glitzy, there was a definite shade of sorrow.

Henry started to sweat again to see her beauty. He guessed that, if he maintained his good normal side in front of her for long, he will be blown away with the crush and kindness. He looked at her sternly and sat on a chair, his shoes were at a little distance, he ordered, “Whore, worship my foot and bring me the shoes”, he pointed at the shoes.

Katie realized that this is something she must do being a whore for Henry again. She brought him the shoe he wanted a kneeled before him. She knew a little about feet worship, but she wanted to please Henry more, so she leaned her head a little backward, and started to run fingers all over her face, from forehead to her lips, slowly, toying a little with her lips, teasing the hell out of Henry.

Her finger descended upon her body, running all over the tits, in same slow pace, she got sexually excited, her nipples started to get erect under her underwear. It was kind of natural, she pinched her nipples gently, while her eyes were fixed to the eyes of Henry, she was enjoying the lust in Henry’s eyes, a lust he don’t want to express directly, but still it was there.

Henry was getting uncomfortable in his tight underwear, as his dick started to get an erection. He wanted to jump on her, pushing his dick inside her cunt, but he resisted the urge. He wanted their first time sex to be gentle type and certainly, this wasn’t the right time. He pushed his feet on her face gently, to stop this teasing, because he was slowly losing control.

She stepped back a little and started at Henry for a while, before taking out her tongue and licking the down side of his right foot, the one Henry pressed against her face. She licked the foot quite good, cleaning it and making it wet comprehensively, then she took the big toe inside her mouth and started to suck on it gently, as if it is a tiny cock, she did the same with all the other toes. After completing that task, she started to lick clean the space between each toe.

She started to massage his right foot for a while, till it got dry again, and she repeated the entire process with the left foot. She smiled happily and put the feet in the respective shoes and looked at Henry with a grin on her face, though there was sadness inside that grin, still the grin was more prominent. “Hope you enjoyed it, Mr. Henry.”

Henry was mesmerized; he didn’t expect someone to grasp these sexual activities so good in such a short period of time. He took his time to frame an answer in his mind; he leaned and stroked her brunette hair, and patted her head gently, “Amazing, whore, really amazing. Now go and lean over the edge of the table there.”

Katie smiled at the praise and jumped from her kneeling position, she walked towards the table and bends over one edge, and she waited for Henry. She started to guess what might happen. She looked at the mirror just in front of the table, by which she could clearly see herself and anyone, if there is any, standing behind her. She saw Henry walking towards her with a shiny metallic dildo.

Henry came up to her and their eyes locked on the mirror, Henry smiled a little and showed her the dildo, while he lifted the edge of her Escort Develi skirt up and rubbing his hand all over her butt cheek covered by her panty.

Katie just smiled back shyly looking at it, and waited for Henry to push it in. Henry chuckled to see her blush, and pulled down her panty, revealing so tight round butt cheeks in front of his eyes. He played with them a little, spanking here and there gently, grabbing and squeezing them.

Katie didn’t respond while Henry was enjoying the little game with her ass cheek, she did blush deeply again, when Henry pushed the tip of the dildo inside her darkest hole in just one swift motion. She let out a yelp which was interrupted by a tight slap on her face.

As Henry barked, “You should get acquainted with this, why the hell are you shouting, you cum-bucket?”

Katie bit her lips to stop the yelp, and looked at Henry, with an apologizing look, “Sorry Sir, it wouldn’t happen again.” She grabbed her own ears like a little school girl and asked for the forgiveness.

Henry couldn’t help but giggle at her childish act, the laughter continued for a while, before he spoke, “Anyway, step out of your panty, as a punishment, you won’t need them from now, until I tell you different.” He pulled the edge of her skirt down, to cover her ass.

Katie stepped out of the panty, obediently; she was feeling so horny with that dildo inserted in her ass as if she is a cheap whore. But there wasn’t anything she can do about it, she stood up and positioned herself beside Henry, she looked at Henry with a curious look, and asked him politely, “Sir, so when are we leaving?”

Henry replied in an instant, “Right now, a car is waiting for us outside the club. So, let’s go, Katie.” Henry opened the door and starts to walk, while Katie simply walked beside him, no one dared to touch her this time, because they noticed Henry was addressing her by her name.

Which means she is not for abuse right now. Henry smirked at her, and teased her, “Enjoying this, Slut, get out of the club, you will enjoy it even more.”

Her heart sank to hear this comment, she thought, “Outside the club, means in full public, it will be like hell.” But she quickly walked outside the club and waited for Henry in front of the car door. It was difficult to walk with a dildo stuffed in the ass, for the first-timer, so she was walking in a kind of comical way.

When Henry came out of the club, he noticed a mother scolding her son, about some mistakes he had done and want him to do ear squat, as the boy was fighting a lot, arguing, “I won’t do it mom, I am 18. And ear-squat is punishment for kids.” Henry smiled as he found another way to humiliate the little Katie, standing by the car door. He motioned Katie to come to him, as he shouted, “umn, Miss, can you come here for a moment?”

As both of them arrived, Henry chuckled a little, and said, “Well, I could not help but over hear your conversation with him, but I think you are right. If the offense is serious, they must be treated with any sort of punishment. In fact our mom, treat her like the same way. And she is 20 and a GIRL while he is just 18, so he should.”

The mother turned bright on finding someone who supports her view, he turned to her son, “See, Jack, you should, you aren’t that old.” But Jack was jaw-dropped to see such a stunning girl standing in front of him; he just simply blushed, while his mother talked to him like that. He complained in a low tone, “Mom, please not in front of her.”

Henry smiled, “No no, Jack there is no need to be ashamed, she doesn’t mind. In fact, why don’t we let her show you, that way there won’t be any need for you to be ashamed.” He turned his face towards Katie and said, in a kind tone, “Katie, do 20 rapid ear squats would you?”

Katie was puzzled; there wasn’t anything that she did can deserve this. She whined a little, while rubbing her hands, like little girls do, while being scolded, to avoid a punishment, trying to look really sorry, she looked at the ground, “But Henry, I didn’t do anything.”

Henry sounded a little pissed off, he said at a stern voice this time, tapping his foot on the road, “Do it now, or else I would tell mom, your latest adventure. And make it 50, this time, got it?” He looked at her, with an intimidating eye.

Katie realized that, it wasn’t a request. He didn’t use the words like bitch or slut, because there is a mother involved. She walked in front of Henry, and said in a shaky voice, “Sorry, Henry.”

She grabbed her ear in front of all three of them, as a young boy gasped to see it, and slowly she started to squat up and down, repeating it for 50 times.

She tried hard to fight back her tears in front of them, as Henry hugged her, “Its ok, Katie. You know you deserved it.” Both the mother and the boy thanked Henry, the mother did for she now can punish him, and the son did because of the great hard-on he had inside his underwear and some great Develi Escort Bayan orgasm he will enjoy remembering this later on.

Henry walked in front of the car and said casually in front of the driver, “I am glad that your butt-muscle was able to hold the dildo inside during those long 50 squats.” He patted her butt cheek gently and opened the door, pointing her to go inside.

Katie was obviously, blushing like a carrot; too see the grin of the driver, when he heard that dildo comment. She looked down, able to avoid all sorts of eye contact with the driver on their way; Henry also didn’t push her into any humiliation. Because he had already planned what’s going to happen after this, he made a rough plan.

Both of them entered into the big queue for security checking, before they load the ship with passengers. It was a huge ship, with the name, “PARADISE OF ADULTS”, Henry whispered into her ear, “This will be our paradise till we reach, Las Vegas.”

Katie nodded, she got the idea that here she will be humiliated even more, for clearly this is some kind of sexual travel enjoyed by people. Katie completely forgot about the metallic dildo, when she passed under the metal detector and it buzzed.

Katie froze there, she didn’t know what to do, as the security personnel, started to scan her with a Hand Metal detector, and he smirked when the detector beeped, when it was near her butt. He patted her butt with it gently, “What is in there Miss?”

Katie looked at Henry with a confused look, Henry comforted her, “Don’t worry; this is not some general passenger travel ship. He won’t do anything to you. Just simply follow his instructions.” Henry smiled, as his plan succeeded, the plan to curb Katie more, to degrade her further.

Katie turned her face towards the security blushing from head to toe. She could not speak that out, it was so public, so many people behind her in the queue. The security guard got a little impatient and spanked her butt cheek tightly, “I can’t spend all my time for you. Tell me.”

Katie needed that little push to go even below. She didn’t waste any time to blurt out, “It’s a metallic dildo, sir.” The security guard looked at them with a smirk on his face; Katie was feeling like dying out of shame. She never did anything to degrade herself in public. In that club, yes, but in total public, never.

Security guard holds a grin in his face, and said, patting her butt cheek, “I am sorry, but I can’t verify on your words. Because I; as a security personnel need to make sure whether our customers are safe or not. Please Miss Show it to me!”

Katie didn’t say a word and simply bend a little forward. She lifted the edge of her skirt, and showed the security guard her smooth butt cheeks, and in between the two cheeks, the dildo being pushed. The guard scoffs and started to pull it out of her asshole, “Well, something is inserted, let’s see, what!”

Katie started to moan a little, and she looked up. All the guys and girls standing behind her, was smiling at this little mental torment of Katie. Katie was surprised to see the smile for almost no reason. She figured it out soon; the passengers of this ship are all kinky like Henry. Katie sighed a little, before letting out a helpless smile, “Sorry for causing this trouble.”

The security guard pulled out the dildo completely and checked it a little bit, “Well, sorry, it is a dildo.” He handed the dildo to Henry and pulled the edge of her skirt down, “No need to expose yourself, Miss.” He giggled a little.

Henry took the dildo and placed it on the ground, it looked like a cock having an erection. He turned to Katie, “Whore, for this little trouble you caused us during this check, I think you owe an apology for everyone behind you. Now, approaching everyone will be a lot time consuming, so it is better to give them a show. Squat and push the dildo inside your asshole, without using your hands.”

Katie nodded; she walked towards the dildo and turned her ass toward the crowd behind her. As people started taking out their cameras and all, to record this little show, she pulled her skirt down, below her ankles and squat down above the dildo’s tip. She spread her ass cheek with her hands and sat on it gently, slowly pushing the tip inside.

It didn’t take her long to push it all inside, she was moaning in there, while the dildo was making its way back into her asshole. She pulled her skirt, back upwards and bowed to the crowd, “Thanks for watching.”

Henry was more than pleased with her performance, so he patted her head and started to run his finger on her neck, and a little below, driving her a bit crazy, he started to stroke her hair, and smiled, “Let’s go to our cabin, Katie.” Henry needed to orgasm, so bad. It’s been long, since he did that and Katie was making him so horny.

Both of them walked towards the entry gate of the cruise. A lady approached the couple and asked them to follow her. They started to follow her; it was such a classy place. So decorative, but not like some wild party, but smooth and gentle art work and color.

They entered their room, as the lady said, “Welcome Mr. Henry and Miss Katie, enjoy your holiday. It is a pleasure to have you with us.” She left them alone for the time being.

A Young Man’s Awakening

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Author’s note: This story is based on an experience I enjoyed as a young man. The names are changed though I doubt anyone would know who these people are. I hope you enjoy, I did!

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Dan arrived in Florida along with a college classmate to work at a resort over winter and take a break from college studies.

With each being easy going guys, the two split a small efficiency apartment in a small Florida town. The building was old, and certainly nothing fancy. In fact, they shared the living room, which doubled as the bedroom area with two single beds. Nothing special, but, once the place was sufficiently sprayed for roaches, the two settled in and began socking away some cash for next semester.

Mike was clearly the better looking of the two and soon found a girl friend. Once the two of them got familiar with each other, Mike stayed many evenings at her house, and Dan came home to an empty apartment.

Thinking of Mike’s success with the ladies, Dan was a bit envious. He considered himself to be average looking at best. He found comfort in an extensive music collection, along with a private stash of skin magazines. If nothing else, he kept his right hand busy. He especially liked the stories of older women who introduced younger men to the pleasures of sex. As luck would have it, not long thereafter he began to notice a middle-aged woman at the grocery store.

Mandy became the face of Dan’s fantasies. He guessed she was around 40, flashing dark eyes, a full head of dark brown hair that fell to he her shoulders. Her lips looked luscious in the ruby red lipstick she often applied that contrasted nicely with her pretty white teeth.

As Dan began to take more notice of her and considered ways of getting to know her, Mandy was just doing her job. In fact, she wasn’t looking to attract the attentions of a young man, but sometimes things just work out that way.

Dan frequently would loiter just enough to make sure Mandy checked his groceries. As he waited he was friendly and quickly fed compliments her way.

“Mandy, that’s a nice blouse you have on today (wish I could see your tits underneath), “you have a very pretty smile,” “those eyes of yours really shine!” He found himself many times leaving her register with a raging hard-on and usually held his grocery bag low.

Often he’d return home, dream of this new woman and stroke himself to a quick somewhat satisfying orgasm. But, it wasn’t enough. He wanted to get to know her, intimately, and see for himself what charms she had hidden beneath her nice clothes.

Picking his favorite short blue shorts and a white golf shirt, he ambled over to the store to see about cashing a check for the upcoming weekend.

“Good morning, Dan, how y’all doin’ today?” Every time she greeted him all Dan heard was that sweet Southern accent. He gave her his usual compliments drawing further smiles and thank-yous.

“So, ya’ got plans tonight?”

“Uh, well not exactly. Y’see, I … well …”

Screwing up his courage, he hemmed and hawed and finally asked her to lunch on Friday afternoon. It wasn’t pretty, but she got the idea.

“Lunch at Luigi’s? Oh, that’s sweet of you and one of my favorites,” Mandy whispered, she wondered what the other checkers must be thinking.

Even as that thought passed through her gray matter, another train of thought arrived as she considered the man she was married to. Hmm, some marriage. Her husband was a workaholic and was on the road a lot in his duties as a traveling salesman. Lately her sex life had dwindled to the point that she began to notice the steady stream of compliments Dan gave her. What was he up to, she pondered.

“Sure, how ’bout I meet you there, say noon?”

“Perfect,” he breathed a sigh of relief, wished her a good afternoon and strode beaming from the store.

Unknown to him, Mandy watched him leave and noted the tight rear end in his short shorts. She liked what she saw but still wasn’t sure what his angle was or what exactly her interest was. Could this be the last chance she’d have to get naked with some young guy and screw his brains out?

Then again, she wondered about her daughter, she knew Wendy turned a lot of heads in town. Perhaps Dan was trying to get to her through her mom? Only, he never mentioned anything about either of her kids, and besides he’s a Yank. He isn’t even from around here and probably doesn’t know she had kids.

All these thoughts competed with her job responsibilities. She was thankful it was a steady day as another customer deposited a load of groceries on the conveyor. Ringing up each item, she managed to file Dan away for now and concentrate on matters at hand.

A couple days later, Dan waited outside Luigi’s and saw Mandy approach in a cream-colored sedan.

“Finally, I get to see what the rest of her body looks like,” he Eşrefpaşa Escort thought.

Getting out of the car, she smiled and said hello in her sexy Southern drawl. Dan scoped out her legs and body and was pleased by what he saw. She was in a nice wrap-around skirt and a light print blouse with an extra button undone. Not enough to see cleavage, but still it offered a bit more skin. He presented her a rose and a brief hug hello.

She began to wonder about this young man, “Could he be interested in me?”

This would be polar opposites to her near nonexistent husband. 20 years of marriage to the same man and what did she have to show for it? A comfortable existence in a pleasant small town, but all intimacy in their marriage for several years snuffed out. Her husband increasingly was away from home or had too many excuses at night for why he wouldn’t come to bed till late. She wondered what he was doing, thought she knew, but never found any evidence of another woman.

Now, it seemed opportunity was coming her way. She noted an electric spark that twinged into the core of her female anatomy at the thought of it. Her husband’s sex drive had diminished even as her own had increased. Here now was this young man, good looking at that, who seemed to be making a pass at her …

The food was the one thing he’d later forget entirely about. Dan found himself listening to Mandy talk of her family, her dreams, her job. He just sat and gazed at her, drinking in her beauty.

“Excuse me, but what a–r–e you looking at?”

His reply was simple and too the point, “You’re very beautiful.”

This drew a blush from her, “Oh c’mon, I’m guessing you’re somewhere around 25, so that would make me about 15 years older than you. Thanks for the compliment, but I’d hardly say I’m beautiful.”

“That doesn’t really matter, cause I think you’re are, and what’s more, I find looking at you very exciting.”

“Well, thanks Dan, I do appreciate it. Y’know you’re not so bad yourself.” Mandy couldn’t believe her boldness for saying that.

Small talk continued along with some shared compliments each way as they grew a little more comfortable with each other.

Unfortunately, Mandy had to cut the lunch hour short as she needed to get back to work and change into her normal work clothes.

“Dan, how much do I owe you?”

“Nothing, I’ll take care of it, but before you go, I’d like to see you again, that is if you’re interested and we can meet somewhere other than the supermarket?”

“Sure, how ’bout Monday evening. Maybe we could go for a walk and talk a bit. Meet me at Magnolia Park, around 8? I’ll be at the bandstand.”

This time when they hugged, Mandy drew slightly closer to him and edged a thigh between his legs. Enough so to feel the hardness of his cock. This caused a seepage into her panties and a flushing in her cheeks. “Bye, Dan. Thanks for lunch.”

She needed to get out of here before she did something foolish. Though at this point, she felt that was only a matter of time if he kept looking at her with those deep brown eyes of his.

His excitement was real returning home and it was something that had him hard at the briefest thought of the opportunity before him. Discipline was never a strong drive for him and even now he had to practically tie his right hand at his side. (Just a little relief!) The voice inside would implore him. But no, he decided to rest his right hand in case he found a way inside Mandy’s pants.

Another uneventful weekend passed. Though now that he had a woman he was interested in, he looked even less at women his own age.

Monday evening finally arrived, and he practically flew to the park. Surrounded with the scent of orange blossoms riding the pleasant mid-April evening, he spied her from a distance sitting at a park bench. The sight of her caused his cock to swell again, but this time he let it go as it rode up the crease between his right leg and torso. He managed a brief tug to get it in place and avoid cramping his movement.

She looked ravishing in a tight pair of blue jeans and a low cut peach colored blouse. “Hi” was about all he was able to croak out as he drank in the sight of her shapely ass, her long legs and nice chest. “Wow, you really are lookin’ good tonight. Would you mind leading me around, I think it’s going to be too hard to take my eyes off you.”

She blushed again, gave him that sweet smile he’d come to crave. “Let’s walk, okay?”

“Sure! Anything to be with you.”

Mandy felt comfortable in Dan’s presence. Despite the fact she was married and maybe twice his age. She was intrigued about the young man but first wanted to clear something up.

“There’s just one thing I want to get straight. Are you wanting to get to know my daughter?”

“Huh?”

“I said are you only being Eşrefpaşa Escort Bayan nice to me because you’re hoping to meet my daughter?”

“Mandy, you must be confusing me with someone else. Y’see, I didn’t even know you had a daughter. To be frank, I don’t know a whole lot about you besides you have the sexiest Southern twang, a sweet looking body and a pair of lips I’ve been dreaming about kissing all day.”

Still keeping a bit of distance from him, she examined him trying to figure him out.

“Are you for real?”

“I’m not going anywhere, and yes, I’m for real. I just find older women really attractive and really want to get to know you.”

“Well, I don’t want you to go anywhere, it’s just … no man has expressed an interest in me recently the way you have. It feels nice, but I want to make sure this isn’t some kind of game. I’m too old for that and don’t want to get hurt.”

Dan did the only thing that came to mind. He hoped his instincts were right. He took Mandy in his arms and hugged her close. His hands roamed her back, lightly brushing her blouse getting used to the contours of her skin. Even as he did so he felt himself getting aroused. He didn’t want to scare her, so he backed out slightly to keep from contacting her crotch.

“Mmmm, this feels nice. You’re a great hugger Dan.”

“Thanks, it’s easy when the one you’re hugging is as sweet as you are.”

As they drew apart their faces came into line. But this time Mandy closed the gap and initiated the contact as she grazed his lips with her own feeling another spark of excitement course down through her body.

Dan responded and lightly kissed her back, thrilling to the sensuously soft flesh of her full lips. He then traveled along her jaw line lightly nibbling her skin and as a hand reached behind her neck to play with the wisps of hair and pull her mouth into greater contact with his. Descending lower, he nuzzled her neck sending jolts of energy vibrating through her being, like a swarm of bees. Coming back up, their lips came together as pent up passion mixed with the acceptance that no more questions were needed. Now was the time to enjoy the sexual energy that passed between them.

This was real, and it felt real good. Mandy felt herself melt inside as she hadn’t done in years.

Her vagina felt like liquid fire between her legs; it would have drenched her panties had she worn any. She began to fantasize about Dan’s penis and how it would feel stuffed inside her. The thought made her glow with excitement.

“What’s up?” he asked. “You look like you just won the lottery or something.”

“Oh, you could say that. Don’t worry, I think you’ll find out soon enough …”

As he drew away again, his hands came up to cup her face. He gazed into her eyes and spoke in a raspy voice. “I could go on kissing you all night.”

“And I you,” she responded. “C’mon let’s walk a bit and see where this takes us.”

Although neither shared their thoughts at that moment, they would be surprised how close those thoughts paralleled each others. Dan hoped there was somewhere she would take him so they could get naked, and Mandy hoped he’d invite her back to his place as her husband was at home, one of the few nights he was around lately — lousy timing!

For certainly both had visions of such a coupling, though the manner in how it happened may have differed slightly.

The evening was still except for the occasional chirping of a cricket or the calls of some bird settling down on its roost for the night. The park was quiet and they had much of it to themselves. Their conversation, or lack thereof, mirrored what was going on around them. It was enough just to be close to each other.

Mandy had the presence of mind to lead the two of them to a quiet, secluded corner of the park. She invited him to sit beside her in the grass as twilight gave way to a silent, but sexy southern night.

She drew close to him again and this time she initiated contact kissing him more intensely than before. His hands were free to roam and met no resistance as she opened up to him. She loved the attention of a man, to feel his hands stroking and kneading her breasts, sliding down her stomach and caressing her legs.

“MMmmm, ahh!” She whispered in his ear even as her hand descended from his chest to feel the length and hardness of his member. “Dan, I, uh, mmmmm! Ooo, that feels good, why don’t we get a little more comfortable — I don’t have much time tonight as I have to work in the morning so can you give me a quick, hard fucking?”

She turned away and peeled her blouse off and began to slide her jeans down her legs. Beside her, Dan quickly was out of his clothes concerned that his Yankee farmer tan could be seen a mile away. Turning back together, Dan’s arms encircled her crushing her breasts Escort Eşrefpaşa against his chest. He loved the feel of her naked body as one hand reached down to cup her ass.While doing this, he moved between her legs. Mandy urged him to thrust his beautiful cock inside her and split her in two.

Dan got the message and began to probe near her mound. He hoped it wasn’t obvious this was his first time, but Mandy didn’t seem concerned as she grasped his member in her hand and led his stallion to her velvety stockade. The feel of her hot, syrupy pussy left him wondering why he ever settled for masturbating. He wasn’t the biggest, but Mandy complimented him on his length and how it nicely filled her up inside.

“Don’t hold back Dan, just fuck me hard and don’t worry. I’m on the pill so please, cum inside me.”

The favored rhythm of men and women bonded by heated sex began as he pounded down into her as she sucked on his invasive tongue. His cock raised up near the opening of her pussy before plunging back down inside her exquisite flesh.

Mandy began to pant and urge him on, though she kept the noise down in case anyone was about this late in the evening. The air was warm enough that the two were soon sweaty and she thrilled even more at his firm body slapping into hers.

Dan began to feel a tingling down low and it felt like his cock was expanding.

“Mandy, I think I’m gonna cum soon …”

“MMM! Yes you are! I can feel you filling me up even more. MMM! AHH! Come for me baby!”

Dan felt that intense rush of a realized orgasm and for a split second he held the torrent back as he cock head was close to the entrance of her vagina. But then he thrust forward hard as the dam broke and his semen released deep inside her body. Oh, the wonder of human sexual experience! His cock continued to contract forcing more of the sticky white cream out of his cock head and into her vagina.

Mandy’s own orgasm triggered on the seismic blast of his first volley as her pussy gripped down on his cock demanding the seed he delivered her birth canal. She received it excitedly, thankful for the drug that prevented pregnancy from taking root inside her. Her legs reached around his back to hug and pull him close to her. It had been way too long for her to be with a man, and in this moment of post-coital bliss it didn’t matter that the man who came inside her wasn’t her husband.

As the tremors of their coupling subsided Mandy was pleasantly surprised to feel him still hard inside her. Ah! The wonder of youth!

She invited Dan to try a different position and introduced him to doggy style. For Dan, it was special as he grasped the creamy white globes of her ass; Mandy meanwhile, loved the impact his cock had in the vicinity of her clitoris. Once again they found themselves moving well together as Mandy relished Dan’s weight atop her pressing her into their turf bed.

Having blown one load, Dan had much more staying power, in fact a little too much for Mandy as she knew it was getting late. After five minutes of hard fucking she asked him to switch positions again. She was surprised (but delighted!) to learn Dan had never had a blow job and invited him to 69 her.

Her head began to bob and twist on his hard meat as she was determined to get him off as quickly as possible and sample his semen. She relished the feel of his soft head bumping the roof of her mouth even as her hand slid up and down its length, slicked up by the secretions from her pussy.

Dan found the taste of her pussy and his semen most enjoyable as his tongue and fingers either dove inside her or joined his lips in playing with her clit again.

Soon Dan felt that rush of orgasm again racing up to him and he announced his orgasm forcefully exhaling as he shot his jism into her waiting mouth. Mandy received most of it in her mouth, though she allowed some to strike her face. As the flow began to subside, she gathered up the luscious semen swallowing some of it, then, releasing his softening cock.

She then journeyed up to his mouth and shared the contents with Dan.

No longer a virgin, Dan found it extremely erotic and frantically Frenched her. They held each other close, stroking skin and talking in hushed voices. It was that special time after sex that could be so enjoyable, especially for Mandy. And though she wanted to stay and soak in all the moment had to offer, tomorrow was another work day. She placed her hand on his chest and said she needed to get going.

They continued to kiss as clothes were gathered. Standing up, Dan felt naughty to be out in this park naked and began to get hard again seeing Mandy just as nude and inviting beside him. But, she was putting her clothes on, round three would have to wait another time.

Mandy thanked him for a fantastic fuck and when he’d walked her to within a couple blocks of her house,she suggested they split up so no one saw them together. They kissed one last time, and she gave him her phone number along with instructions when to call so none of her family would be home.

As he walked home, Dan, still tasting the female aroma of Mandy, began dreaming of their next rendezvous.

Fallen Ch. 20

Babes

“Where are we going?”

“To the summerhouse.”

“Summerhouse? Why?”

“You’ll see when we get there.”

“You’re being very mysterious.” He links his arm with mine and rests his head on my shoulder as we walk. I shake my arm free and wrap it around him, pulling him close to me.

It is a beautiful day, the sun is shining, on its way down and there is a cool breeze that ruffles our hair like the fingers of a lover. However, as soon as we step within the maze a chill falls on us, enough to make Star shiver and pull away from me.

“What’s going on? Where are we going?”

He sounds anxious and I smile reassuringly. “It’s hard to explain. Walk with me and I will try my best. Trust me, I will not lead you into danger.”

“Alright.” He is still anxious but he trusts me absolutely.

“It’s not an easy thing to explain. This house is not in the world as you know it. It is outside of space and time. Think of a clock. Inside the clock there are cogs and wheels. Each wheel is a separate universe, each spoke of the wheel a different world. This house is a drop of oil on the axel of one of the wheels. The drop of oil can slide down one of the spokes and back again, it can grow or shrink, it can change its shape but it can’t escape the wheel and there are many spokes that can only be accessed when the wheel turns, and then only from the other side. “

“I don’t understand,” he says, perplexed.

“I know and I’m not sure I understand myself. The wheel metaphor is an ancient one and perhaps, in time it will help you understand. For now all you need to know is that the house is as mutable as that drop of oil, it can slide up and down the spoke so I can step out anywhere I wish into your world, and sometimes, when the wheel turns, others can step into it.”

“Alright,” he says doubtfully. “I think I kind of understand but I’m way out of my depth.”

“Wait until you see how much that drop of oil can be changed with just a flick of the hand. Before you came the suite where you live did not exist. I can make new wings, a new garden, completely remodel the inside and outside if I want. I can make it bigger, smaller… whatever. And, of course then there is the fact that it is alive. The house; the gardens are all part of one sentient whole. If you listen carefully enough you can hear its heart.”

“You’re kidding right?”

“Not at all. But that is for another time. Today is for something else entirely. I am taking you to meet someone.”

He stops dead and turns to stare at me, shaking his head convulsively. “No.”

“Is that not what you want? Do you not want to meet her?”

“I… Can you? Can you really take me to her?”

“At this time, yes. The wheel has turned and very, very soon it will turn again. But for a short time, yes I can take you to see Her.”

“Astaria?”

“Yes.”

“I’ll get to see her?”

“Yes.”

“And touch her?”

“Yes.”

“And speak to her?”

“Yes.”

“And she can speak to me.”

“Yes, Star. Why don’t we get moving again and you will see for yourself.”

“Sorry, I just… it took me by surprise.”

“Of course it did,” I say mildly and guide him along the path. I can feel his tension grow as we get deeper and deeper into the maze. He is conflicted, that much I can tell. I can also tell they are conflicts he has to resolve for himself.

When we break out into the open before the summerhouse, I can feel his fear and doubt. I put my arm around him again and gently guide him towards the door. His eyes are wide as he takes in the wonder of the summerhouse and the sights and sounds of it distract him. Turning his head from side to side, he soaks up the roses and the grapes, the water, the trees.

I lead him through the glade to the river and, as he sets foot on the bridge, he looks up and gasps.

The light inside the summerhouse is always low, no matter what it might be like on the outside. Here, there is no outside. The oil lamps give their usual muted glow and illuminate the woman who is painting. Today, she is dressed in forest green, accentuating the glorious tumble of her red hair.

When she hears us approach, she looks up and lays down her brush. Smiling sweetly she steps towards us, her footfalls making no sound. She kisses me lightly on the cheek and then passes me. Taking Star’s hands in hers she looks deeply into his stunned eyes.

“Oh my darling,” she breathes. “I had no idea how beautiful you are.” She caresses his cheek and he just stands there locked in shock. She fingers his soft hair and touches his full lips while he remains silent and still.

“You left me,” he whispers at last. “You left me when I really needed you.”

“No, darling, I never would have left you if you needed me; you needed to be alone. If I hadn’t left you things wouldn’t have been as they were; you wouldn’t have found Luma and we wouldn’t be here talking now. I knew it would be hard for you…”

At last he comes out of his stupor and his eyes flash. “Hard? They weren’t Gümüldür Escort hard, they were hell. Without you I had no one, no one. He… He never hurt me more than in that last year.” He closes his eyes and shivers. “I was abandoned by everyone. My mother… you. I had no one.”

His facade cracks and he begins to weep. Astaria takes him into her arms and, although he resists at first, he collapses against her. She cradles him against her breast (lucky bastard) and soothes him, stroking his hair.

“Hush now, child. The nightmare’s over, as I promised it would be.”

“Do you have any idea how close I came to killing myself?”

“Not as close as you think.”

He looks up at her. “What do you mean?”

“How many times did you make the decision?” He looks thoughtful. “Every time, including the last time, something held you back… that something was me.” He swallows hard, as he processes the information.

“We don’t have much time, dear one. I have to go and there are a lot of things I want to share with you before I do.”

“No. Don’t go. Don’t leave me again.”

“You don’t need me now, dear one. You’ve found your soul mate and you don’t need me holding you back. Things are as they should be. Come… see…”

She takes him by the hand and leads him the rest of the way over the bridge and into the sitting area, until he is able to see the painting. His eyes fly wide and he gives a little cry. For a while he just stares and then he raises his eyes to mine, breathing hard.

“It… it’s my painting, the one my father found, the one he broke.”

Curious I hurry to join them and when I see the painting I am totally shocked. It is, as Star had said, beautiful; very, very beautiful. The figures almost fly at you out of the canvas. In the centre are two angels, naked with their wings arching gracefully over their heads and curving protectively around the two human figures who stand within their embrace.

The angels are looking at each other with the greatest love in their eyes and the two humans have their arms around the waist of their respective angel gazing at each other no less adoringly. The quality is astonishing, truly astonishing but the biggest shock, the greatest astonishment is not in the skill but in the content.

Each of the figures is easily recognisable. The angel on the left is Star and the human he is embracing is Sacha. The angel on the right is me with my arm and wing around Bridge.

I raise my eyes to Star and he shakes his head in disbelief. “I didn’t know. When I painted it I didn’t know and when I met you I had forgotten. I thought there was something… something familiar but there was so much going on, I…” He is breathless and I put my arm around him, feeling him shake.

“This has always been your destiny, Star. You were meant for Luma and he for you. Of course there was always the chance you wouldn’t meet, you wouldn’t fall for him; that you would be so angry with me you’d turn away. It wasn’t as if you had no choice but still…”

“I never had a choice. From the moment you started to sing to me, when you were the only thing that kept me sane, that brought me through, what choice did I have? Yes, I was angry at the end. I’m angry with you now but not so angry I can’t appreciate everything you did for me. And how can I be angry that you brought me here? As much as I fought against it I can see this is where I’m meant to be.”

“I’m glad you feel that way.” She takes Star’s hand again. He is staring at the painting but when she draws him towards a low couch he follows and, as he sinks down, he begins to weep. Astaria wraps her arms around him and holds him close as he sobs. She looks at me over his head and we smile. I know this is his time and it is not for me to intervene, but still it is so good to see her, to be here in her presence, one more time.

Finally, she draws back and tilts his head up to look into her eyes. He blinks, through tears.

“Why so sad? I though you would be happy that we meet at last, even if only briefly.

“I am, of course I am. It’s just…” He sniffs. “You’re the closest thing to a mother I’ve ever known and I didn’t think I’d ever feel your arms around me. It made me feel like a child and to remember all I missed.”

“Don’t look back, my sweet. The past is gone now and there is a bright future to be made.”

“I know and I’m not saying I’m unhappy about it but…”

“Hush now, I known.” She draws him close again and strokes his hair. “Star, there is something I would like to give you.”

His head jerks up. “Oh no. You’ve given me so much already, both of you. I can never repay…”

“Yes, I can see the gift and I hope one day you’ll realise how valuable it truly is.” She gently touches the ring and again raises her eyes to me flashing a look that melts me.” But that’s not the kind of gift I have. It’s not one which requires or is capable of repayment.” He looks curious now and she settles him back on the couch.

“The world in which you Escort Gümüldür now find yourself is not the same as the one you left behind, or even the one in which Luma’s house resides. Let’s just say it’s the hub from which all other worlds radiate. That’s not quite as it is, but it’ll do for now.

“Suspended from some of the spokes of the wheel are spirals. They’re filters through which the souls of those who live in that world must pass, as many times as they need to, until they’re in a form that can enter the gate that leads to the hub. From here they can access all the other worlds.”

She smiles gently at his expression. He is trying so hard to understand. Then her smile fades. “It was my punishment long ago to be confined to the hub forever, and never to be able to pass through any of the gates, never be able to complete our journeys through the spirals to freedom. Only very few of us find the gates impassable.”

“So, are you telling me that when we die our souls come here and we can travel to different worlds?”

“Not exactly, and only when they have passed many times through the spiral and are ready to move on.”

“Okay ,but what does that have to do with me? I’m not going to die, am I?”

Astaria smiles. “Who can say? I’m not the master of your destiny, although I’ve been your guide so far. That isn’t at all why I’m telling you this. It’s just that I need you to understand something. A long time ago I got involved in a war. I followed my heart and fought for what I believed in but it was futile and we lost. Part of my punishment was to be imprisoned here, between the worlds, watching others come and go but unable to follow them, unable to move on.

“The gateways were closed to me except for twice in all of this time. Once, I was able to slip through the gate and find my feet on the spiral of birth again. A brief span in millennia of loneliness, until I was pulled back.” She looks wistful and tears spring to her eyes. I smile at her and touch the ring on my finger. Then, she takes a deep breath. “And the second time was eighteen years ago when, although I couldn’t pass through the gate completely, I was able to open it far enough to reach through. I broke off part of my soul, and that was no mean feat I can tell you, then I reached into you world and I gave it to you.”

He looks shocked, but she doesn’t give him time to speak as she continues. “At the same time, I took a soul from your world and brought it back here with me. It was necessary to maintain balance in the spiral. My only regret is that the soul who came with me was snatched from the spiral and has been as much a prisoner here as I am, unable to move on or go back. For all this time that soul has been my companion, my friend and confidante as we share a common goal.”

Star looks even more confused and shakes his head. Astaria smiled at him.”We’ve both been given the chance to fall back into the spiral and complete our journey, until we’re able to come here freely and move on. But, before we do that both of us wanted this moment in time, this one chance to stand here as we are, for one reason and one reason only… you.”

“Me? I… I don’t understand. I don’t know what you mean. You brought a soul? A dead person? Here? With You?” He pauses and his face changes. “Eighteen years ago? Eighteen years ago you brought the soul of someone who died, here? Someone… someone…”

Astaria smiles gently and takes his trembling hands in hers. “That soul was your mother’s, Star. She’s been here with me ever since. She’s here now. Would you like to meet her?”

Star gasps, shaking his head. “I… I don’t… it’s not…”

“Possible? Everything’s possible here.”

“My father’s not here?” he asks, suddenly anxious, looking around.

“No Star, you’re safe here.”

“Can I? Can I really?”

Astaria smiles and gestures towards the glade. A mist has risen and is hanging over the water, blowing in the breeze. A figure is walking towards us through the mist, getting clearer by the moment. Star turns towards the figure. As if bewitched, he gets to his feet and slowly, step by step approaches until suddenly he loses control and runs into her arms.

This is just too intimate a moment to share and so I sit besides Astaria and watch them walk away.

“He’s very beautiful Luma, more beautiful than he looks. You will take care of him?”

“Of course I will. Do you really need to ask?”

“I do, Luma. Have you spoken to him about ascension yet?”

I frown and shake my head. “No. It’s too soon.”

“It has to be soon, Luma. Why, I cannot say, but it MUST be soon; today if you can.”

“Today? No Astaria. It is all happening too fast for him. He needs time. He is not prepared.”

Laying her hand over mine, Astaria smiles her smile. “He’s as prepared as he’s ever going to be Luma, I think it’s you who’s not prepared. You’re afraid of losing him.”

I hang my head. She’s right. I am afraid of losing him, in many ways. However, I genuinely don’t Gümüldür Escort Bayan think he is ready to take this step. He has only just been introduced to the life and that was stressful enough, for me and for him. How can I now ask him to go further, to risk everything… for what?

“I’m not convinced it will even be right to ask him at all. How can I do it to him, Astaria? How can I damn him to this existence? You know what happened last time. It ended badly and I haven’t done it since for good reason.”

“Star is different and you know it. It was no accident I was drawn to him, Luma. He was born human but his soul never was wholly human. If you stop and listen to something other than your cock you will see it as clearly as I do. He is not what he seems and neither are the other two. Can you really tell me you haven’t seen it, haven’t worked it out?”

I am truly mystified. “I don’t know what you mean?”

She looks at me, incredulity written all over her face. “You really haven’t, have you?”

“Haven’t what, Astaria. Don’t play with me, there isn’t time.”

“Think about them Luma. Think about the way they ‘feel’ to you. What do you feel about Star?”

“Well… I know he is strong, I know there is a fire burning within him, I see it in his eyes. I thought it was you…”

“A small part, perhaps. You see fire in his eyes?”

“Yes, red fire like…” Something is beginning to squirm in the back of my mind. “No, it cannot be.”

“Why not?”

“Because there have been none born in…”

“I’m not saying that he’s a dragon Luma, not entirely, but I’m not the only one who shares his soul.”

“If that is so– and I am beginning to think that you may be right, then… what will ascension do to him?”

“It will make him what he’s meant to be, Luma.” She smiles and touches my hand. “And Bridge?”

It is easy, once she has opened my eyes, to see what has been before them the whole time. “Bridge is fey.”

“He is indeed, and it’s not even just a part of his soul. That’s why he grew up without a mother and with a father who was bitter and cold. His mother is fey, I’ve spoken to her. She’s distraught that she had to leave him with the evil son of a bitch who raised him. But it was meant to be.”

“And Sacha?”

“Sacha’s human, but a very special one. You know what that means?” She smiles at me but I feel cold, far colder than I usually do under that warm smile.

“No. I know that, for the first time since the first days, all four of the races have been brought together but I don’t know what it means.”

“It means a new start, Luma. It means that, here in your home in the place beyond time and space, you have an unique opportunity to consolidate the races and make them strong again. I doubt it will be significant at this time. It will make no difference in this war but as for the future…” She shrugs. “It’s an opportunity you can’t afford to miss. At some time it will be significant I’m sure of it.”

“You may be right. But I’m not going to put pressure on Star, nevertheless. Whatever he is or isn’t he is my love. He is my part of you and I won’t risk that for something that might come to be at some point in the future.”

She smiles at me, her lips twisted into the wry irony I so love. “Noted.” Her smile fades. “Not for something that might be but for something that is, you will change your mind very soon. The choice will be taken from your hands and I really think you should talk to him about it before that time comes.”

“The choice will be taken out of my hands? It is not my hands that will force him into this, Astaria. This is his life and his decision. At the moment he could go back at any time. He could go back to the spiral and eventually be free. If he ascends he will be trapped outside it, as I am, forever.”

“What’s forever? They told me my curse would last forever and here I am on the brink of breaking it… if not at their request then certainly at their relief. At some point it might be your strength to have the four aces in your hand.”

“I appreciate that but it is not now. I do not have to push him into it. He can come to it in time.”

Astaria looks incredibly sad. “If only that were the case. If you were thinking more clearly my dear you’d see the reason for haste but it’s not for me to say and if you don’t see it now, you soon will. I caution you though, look carefully because if you miss it you’ll regret the lost opportunity forever.”

“I don’t know what you mean, Astaria. You are speaking in riddles as usual and I have lost my edge. I have not been required to think like this for many years.”

“Well get used to it,” she snaps with a mock frown on her face, then sobers again. “I won’t be there for you, so you’re going to have to learn to think and notice for yourself again.”

I sigh. “I suppose you’re right, but I really don’t think Star is ready for ascension yet.”

“Ready or not it’s coming,” she jokes lightly. “I mean it, Luma. You know I’m not one for putting pressure on you, but this time it’s inevitable. It’s going to happen soon and the only question is whether he’s prepared or not.”

“I…” We are interrupted by Star, who is weeping but smiling at the same time. He has his arms around a large woman with beautiful glossy black hair, who can’t take her eyes off him.”

Affairs of Saint Mercy’s

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Marybeth was a volunteer at Saint Mercy’s Nursing Home. She was nineteen and taking a semester off from college. Her aunt had called in a favor with the director to get her the position, which would look good on her resume and keep her parents off her back about getting a job for the few months between the soon to begin semester back at the state university. Petite with dark hair that she always kept tied in a bun, she bounced through her day. She had plans to be a nurse and this job just proved to her how much she would love to be one.

One of her favorite residents was a man named Albert. Once a powerful man, his family had set him into the hospital when they were concerned for his health. Albert, on several occasions, stated that he was perfectly healthy and capable to see to himself. Be that as it may, his family worried, and they thought the environment would be good for him. People around to keep him company and make sure he was safe. At eighty-six he had seen many things in his life. He had watched his kids be born and grow, marry and have their own children. He had seen nations fall and rise. He had seen world wars and depressions. More death and sickness than anyone had a right to, but still found hope.

One of his greatest pleasures was watching Marybeth. She reminded him so much of his late wife, when they were both young. Marybeth only stood five foot four inches, where Albert stood six foot two inches. It was a common joke when Albert and his wife Juliet were alive that they looked like Lincoln and his wife, tall and short. Marybeth had a grace to her, and her blue eyes shown brightly with the pale blue scrubs she was required to wear. If anything, Marybeth’s presence proved without a doubt that Albert was not a dead man. She had a way of arousing his body that he had to grit his teeth and tear his fingers into the sheets just to keep from reaching out for her. Perhaps that was the reason Albert enjoyed playing an invalid, just to have Marybeth near, but he wasn’t certain. All he did know was that Marybeth would be leaving soon and he wasn’t sure what he’d do without her.

Laying on his bed, his roommate asleep or comatose, Albert wasn’t too sure, he watched as Marybeth brought in the tray of food for him and came to help him sit up. Her pants were low, as always, the belt doubled over a few time so they sat on her hips rather than her waist. Naturally, there was something on the floor that required her attention, Albert made sure of that, since he got to enjoy the sight of her ass as the scrubs pulled taunt over her bottom, and her thong peeked out at him as if to tease him further. He wasn’t a great advocate of the styles that many of the younger generation wore, but thongs he had to say he enjoyed.

“Good afternoon, Albert. I hope you’re feeling better today.” Marybeth’s usual greeting in a cheerful voice. As always, she set the food down on the rolling tray then looked to him. Giving a smile, she moved to his bedside. “Shall we try to go to the bathroom before we prepare to eat?” Albert knew that she wasn’t trying to be condescending but he just wanted to show her how strong he really was. How much he didn’t need her help. But he couldn’t find it in him to utter such profane words that such an action would take. Instead he gave a nod of his head. Today, he decided as he caught sight of her tiny thong peeking out at him once more, would be the day that she learned just how able he was.

As she went to go set the tub into the toilet to collect the urine, he grabbed the soft restraints from his roommate’s bed. With a pair of cuffs, and a wash cloth he grabbed from the cupboard as he walked towards the bathroom, he shut the door behind him, locking it in place. Marybeth was chattering about something, but Albert didn’t pay much attention. Instead, he waited while her back was turned then grabbed her around her upper body, shoving the washcloth into her mouth as she gasped in surprise. Her scream was muffled by it and he sat down on the toilet, pinning her against his lap. It was easy with her petite size to overpower her, getting one hand cuffed then set to the side rail of the toilet and the other towards the opposite. It left her facing the toilet and bent slightly.

Looking over his handy work, Albert caressed her pale face, watching her wide blue eyes. “You’re okay, Marybeth. Nothing bad is going to happen to you. I’ve been waiting for this moment a long Yenişehir Escort time to do anything bad to you.” He let his hands move down her neck to her scrub top then down to the hem. Lifting it, he tucked it up, his arm pulling through the wide collar. Releasing one hand, he forced the struggling limb through the arm hole and then forced it back to the handrail. Doing the same with the other, her folded her top and set it on the counter of the sink. Leaning down, he reached for one of her feet. Marybeth had forgotten that she had legs and tried to kick out. Albert blocked the kick but received one in the side when she quickly switched feet. Giving a growl, he sat up and backhanded her across the face, watching the angry red coloring bloom over her right cheek as tears filled her eyes.

“No, Marybeth. Don’t try me. I’ll cause you more pain than you ever knew if you do that again.” Grabbing her foot, he ripped her sneaker off then her sock. He held her leg up in a way that made it impossible for her to kick him if she struggled, and he rubbed his fingertips over the soft sole of her foot and over her toes. Smiling, her tickled gently, watching her leg flex and jerk in reaction. Chuckling, he set her foot down. “If I had more time, I’d make explore every inch of you from the top of your head to the bottom of your feet. I’d find every possible way to make you respond to me.”

After a moment, Albert rose and slipped beneath one of her arms to step out of the bathroom, quickly shutting the door behind him. He had thought to finish stripping her but he doubted she would hold still for him to do that, plus what he wanted to do. A smile touched his lips as he saw someone walk by the room with a cane. It was perfect. Going to the supply closet, he asked for one, stating that his leg was bothering him and he’d like the support. Since it wasn’t an uncommon request, the nurse handed it over without thought. Passing a nurses station, he also picked up a roll of medical tape as he passed, no one noticing as the nurse on duty dealt with a phone call from a concerned relative. Entering his room and the bathroom, he looked to Marybeth, smiling as he saw her. Closing the door and locking it once more, he then knelt down beside her and grabbed her still shoed foot.

Catching her by surprise, it was easy to get the shoe off her as well as the sock. Setting the cane between her feet, the four footed bottom cupped one ankle perfectly, and he used the medical tape to secure her ankle in place. He pressed the handle to the inside of her other ankle and taped it as well, providing an impromptu leg spreader. Going to her hands, he taped her fingers together and then her thumbs to the bars so she couldn’t pull at the cuffs, as he had noticed evidence of her doing. She cried as she found herself perfectly secure, the bright pink matching bra holding her quivering breasts. Gathering up a few last strips of the tape, he taped the washcloth in place then sat down back on the toilet.

Facing her, he looked over his handy work, finding pleasure in what he saw. His Juliet had never been one to venture from the norm but Albert found he liked the sight of the young girl bound before him, awaiting his pleasure. Reaching out, he brushed his fingers over the top of her breasts. “You’re beautiful Marybeth, and I’m going to enjoy this.” Pulling her breasts free from her bra, he held them up as he dipped his head, kissing the top of her breasts softly, reverently. Her skin was so soft and tasted warm and sweet to his lips.

Lapping over her flesh, he let his thumbs brush over her nipples, watching them begin to harden as he continued to tease them. Looking up at her flushed, wet face, he lapped over one of her nipples, rubbing the tip with the flat of his tongue. He watched more color enter her face before she looked away. Smiling he brought his teeth around her nipple and tugged gently before sucking hard. Her body bucked and she grunted behind the washcloth, squirming as he continued to suck. Gradually he lessened the pressure of his mouth, pinching her untouched nipple and rubbing it between his forefinger and thumb. This time Marybeth moaned ever so softly beneath the washcloth.

Pulling his mouth back, he looked to her face, gently stroking and rubbing her nipples with both hands. He saw how her eyes closed, her lashes fluttering over the tops of her cheeks as her breathing changed. He had to smile, realizing she liked that. Looking to her perfectly shaped breasts, the type that fit into his hands, her tugged on her nipples, Yenişehir Escort Bayan checking to see when pleasure turned to pain for her then bringing her back to pleasure.

Marybeth couldn’t believe what was happening. Albert had her tied up in a bathroom and was now fondling her. She hated that his treatment had caused a small spark of desire, especially when he tickled her foot and said he would play with her all day if he had the time. And now he had found out one thing that many men never came to notice. Her breasts were sensitive but she preferred the touch of fingers than mouth there. Oh, she found it arousing to be suckled but to gain any reaction from her a man had to use his fingers to get her to moan. Albert’s fingers were weather worn and felt wonderful on her sensitive tips. Unable to close her legs, she had to stand there, her pussy beginning to ache with need as he just played with her.

Albert noticed how she began to pant and arch into his touch. He watched her nipples, seeing how red they got before he finally released them. Reaching down, he pulled at her pants, only able to get them to her knees. Displeased, he searched the pockets, smiling when he found a pair of scissors. Cutting the band, he chuckled and looked at her. “Always prepared, that’s my girl.” Marybeth blushed under his praise, embarrassed to be so stripped before him but somehow pleasured by his words. She didn’t want this but…. No, she couldn’t think of any buts’.

Albert set the scissors down and brushed his hands over her trembling thighs and back, teasing over the lower curve of her rear. She seemed so perfectly made for him. Sliding his hands back around to her hips; one held the side of her hips as the other traced lower down the center. He could tell from the fit of her thong that she was shaven, or perhaps even waxed. He liked the idea, considering their age differences. It suited Marybeth. Lightly, his fingers rubbed over the crotch of her panties, feeling her labia and the heat coming from her.

Slowly the moisture seeped through the material and she shivered as he teased her labia more. Smiling at her he continued to rub, watching her face. “Don’t fight it, Marybeth. I see how much you like it.” Marybeth gave him a defiant look and he just chuckled before slipping around her to enjoy the back view. Her ass cupped the pink thong perfectly and he kneaded both hands into either cheek, offer both a few slaps in turn. He loved watching her body jolt at the shock, the way her skin warmed up beneath his hand. Now and again he would hook one finger into the strap of her thong and rub his knuckle over the base of her pussy, feeling how drenched she was getting. Yes, even she liked the feel of his hands on her ass.

Marybeth couldn’t believe that he just played with her body so, nails teasing over the back of her thighs, his hands molding and shaping her ass before offering a few more slaps. And he always checked to make sure she enjoyed herself. She wasn’t sure if that was the best or worst part yet. Finally he pulled at her hips, forcing her to bend over more before drawing away her thong, having to use the scissors to cut it off. She was prepared to feel his cock force its way into her wet hole but it didn’t happen. Instead, he cupped the front of her thighs, his face close to her backside, his breath teasing her skin.

“You know, you look like a filly getting ready to be bred, and you are. You’re young and impetuous. You need a solid man in your life and a child in your belly to show you responsibility; your place. And I’m going to show you why.” Closing her eyes, Marybeth prepared herself for rough fondling, but instead it was his tongue teasing over her labia. Her legs almost gave out but he held her thighs tight, not letting her hobble forward or draw back. Kept in position, her breath shuddered to a halt a few times in her lungs. No man should know how to work a woman’s body so well.

Albert licked lightly at the moist lips of Marybeth’s pussy. Her thong had been tight enough to squeeze some of her juices from her. Now he slowly tunneled his tongue between her lips, teasing them more as he licked, lapping away her flowing juices. He could tell just by how she twitched and twisted that she liked what he was doing, and his tongue teased its way into her center, pushing in and sucking on the copious amount of juices he found there.

Marybeth’s soft moans became louder as the sounds of his ministrations filled the room. With each growing sound, his tongue worked a little harder, beginning Escort Yenişehir to move deeper into her before sliding back to swirl around then slid forward to find her citreous. That made her squeal and her hips to buck. Again Albert chuckled at her reaction and this time feathered his tongue to her clit. She wasn’t allowed any quarter, or ability to stop him. He flicked his tongue over the nub, licked at it, even spanked it before pressing his face into her more and sucking on it.

She exploded then, panting and groaning against the cloth in her mouth, Albert’s hands holding her up and steady when she tried to grind into him or fall down. He continued to suck until her orgasm subsided, then forced her to hold still as he licked her clean, drawing whimpers from her. When he finally drew his mouth away from her, he used her top to wipe his mouth off as he looked over his results, using two fingers to absently spread her open so he could see every inch of her.

Marybeth didn’t seem to care, absorbed in her own world. When a finger slid inside her and began to gently probe, she just pushed back and wiggled. Albert liked watching her do this, wiggling her ass to him as he fingered her. He had been looking for a hymen, but not having found her cherry, he knew that she had had sex before, though not often if how tight she felt was any indication. With the tip of his finger, he searched out that special bundle of nerves and began to rub, watching and waiting with patience until she was dripping from his hand and panting hard. Only then did he rise up and begin to tug down his pajama pants.

Stripping the pants from him, he released his cock, seven and half inches of throbbing flesh that had not been inside a woman for years. He knew he wouldn’t last long, but he didn’t care. He was finally going to have Marybeth. Grasping her hips he rubbed himself against her, just enjoyed the warm, wet feel before positioning the head of his cock to her entrance and slowly pushing in.

At first her body resisted him but after a moment, she spread open, accepting him like a perfectly fit glove, just snug enough to add to his pleasure. Marybeth shivered as she felt Albert pushing into her, filling her. He was bigger than she expected and so hard that she nearly came right then and there on him. Somehow she managed to hold out, and enjoy as he began to slide in and out of her slowly. He gave a few test thrusts, gliding in and out to get a feel for her before bowing his body over her’s.

Albert’s hips cupped Marybeth’s, his right hand sliding to cup her left breast and pull at her nipple, while his left hand moved to the front of her hips and set his forefinger against her clit, massaging it. He wanted to feel her cum around him, even as he just wanted to release his seed into her fertile little womb and hope for the best. In either case, he was going to get one of his wishes. Marybeth became alive in his arms, her hips rocking against his, her moans and sound of pleasure sounding in her chest as Albert fucked her slow and steady. She could feel her orgasm building up, her clit becoming so sensitive she wanted to flinch away but then his hips stopped for a second, his breath heating her neck as he groaned.

She felt his hips jerk a few times and then noticed the hot rush inside of her. His finger hadn’t stopped teasing her clit until that very moment. Groaning herself, she tried to push back against him, wanting to get off so bad, but he wouldn’t let her. Drawing back from her, he watched his cock slip out and her needy pussy try to grasp on. Reaching down, he cupped her mound and grinded a bit, speaking in her ear. “If you want me to fix that, you’ll have to prove yourself willing.” With that, he gave her ass a slap then pulled her pants up.

Rolling her pants like she had it before barely kept her pants on, and her thong was too broken to be able to repair. He fitted her breasts back into her bra then released one of her hands after pressing a kiss to her spread lips. Leaving her to untangle herself, he went to the lounge to see what game they would be playing for the afternoon.

Carefully, Marybeth removed the tape from her mouth, then the washcloth. She stripped off the second band from her arm and untapped her fingers. Finally she undid her legs and sat down on the toilet. Stuffing her hand into her pants, she worked her clit, trying to get off, but even as she found some release, it was anticlimactic. Albert wasn’t there to stretch her open and fill her deep and strangely, she found that it did matter. Fixing her appearance and washing her face, she cleaned up his mess, putting things back where they belonged and then went to see what she had missed. The rest of the day went by in a daze for Marybeth and each moment she ached for Albert once more, making more than one mess in her scrubs that she had to clean up before they soaked through.

Solo Fun

Anal Fucking

I am very frustrated and dying for some time with you. The smells, taste, and feel that I love so much

I am sitting at home thinking of you and I and what we could be doing.

I decide that I will sneak into your place and leave you a surprise

I quickly drive to your house and sneak in.

I get myself a coffee and wander into your bedroom.

Whilst drinking my coffee I go through your underwear. The colors and feels are amazing and I love the touch. As I touch each item I imagine you in them. Your gorgeous body wrapping in the lace and satin. I pick a red and black bra and knicker set and lay it on your bed.

Next I go into your wardrobe and touch and rub up against you leather skirt and pants. I get your vibrator down and smell him. I can smell your juices and imagine him deep inside you with me driving him. I imagine the huge orgasm you have as you cover him and my hand with your juices.

I take off all my cloths and slip on your leather skirt. I want freedom to masturbate and feel close to you. Next I put on you red and black lacy knickers. I am hard and already have juices oozing out my penis. Once I have you skirt on and feeling the leather that normally wraps you beautiful arse and fanny drives me insane. I get your leather Kemeraltı Escort boots and put them on. I want as much of you on me as I can get. Next I get your leather jacket and also put it on. My penis is so hard is trying to burst our of your knickers.

I lay on your bed and rub myself imagining you are doing it. I close my eyes and pretend the leather and lace is on you and you are rubbing on me. you get my penis and rub it in your hands. you slowly masturbate me with a beautiful smile on your face. You are gentle and caring and rub my chest with your spare hand. You lay beside me. Masturbating me with one hand rubbing the other over my naked chest. I feel the leather and lace and get close to an orgasm but you hold back.

you get up and position yourself over my body. Slowly you slide your hot, wet vagina over my enlarged penis. I rub harder pretending it is you going up and down. I can smell the leather and your perfume on the cloths and bed. I turn your vibrator on place it on my balls. The smells and noise of the vibrator drive me insane. I can see you with your leather skirt hitched up around your waste. Your leather jacket open and the girls bouncing as you ride me.

I can’t stop myself anymore I cum and cum Kemeraltı Escort Bayan and cover your knickers in my sperm. they are drenched with my ejaculation. I imagine it going into your fanny and filling you up. I can see you smile and orgasm as I cum. I think of how amazing it is that I can be inside you for days when you walk around. Slowly I relax and go soft. I take off the cloths and lay them on the bed. I have a rose that I have brought with me and I wrap your sperm soaked knickers around the stem. I leave you underwear drawer open so you can see where I have been. My coffee cup sits on the bedside table. I lock your house and head home having had an amazing time

It’s now six o’clock and you arrive home. When you enter the house you sense something is different. you go upstairs and see the mess. You smile when you see the rose and when you grab the knickers you instantly feel my deposit. It makes you hot inside and you decide to enjoy yourself. You strip off and dress in the leather skirt, boots and jacket. As you dress you slowly rub your clit and have numerous small orgasms. Next as the final addition you slip on the knickers that are still damp with my orgasm.

You can feel my cum mix with your juices. You lay Escort Kemeraltı down and begin to fondle your tit with one hand while you get your vibrator and slide him in moving aside the wet crotch of your knickers. you turn the vibrator up and continue to squeeze your nipples. You close your eyes and imagine what I was doing. You can see me laying on the leather you have no idea I was wearing it just like you are. Suddenly you get a text with a photo from me. It shows me laying down dressed in your leather and knickers. You get so turned on you stare at the photo and have an instant huge orgasm. Knowing you are dressed exactly the same you drive your vibrator harder. You squirm and clench him with your vaginal muscles. You drag him in deeper and deeper. Your orgasm builds from deep in you tummy. You want it to be huge and soak my juices with yours on you knickers. You get closer and your heart races. You keep pinching your nipple and squirming as you orgasm builds. You can see me pumping you and driving deeper into your inner sanctum. that special place we share and store our combined juices. You orgasm so hard you scream and lurch forward. You are half sitting as you continue to push your massive orgasm out and cover my juices with yours. You slowly calm down and relax. You take off the cloths and store them away but not before taking a photo and emailing it to me.

As you stand your juices run down your shaking legs. you take off the knickers and smell the combined juices. You slowly lick off some of our combined juices and send me an email telling me of the taste.

Indian Wife Discovers Lesbian Love

Brunette

Always, in the evening, I love to hold my beautiful Indian wife Anita in my arms and gently caress her soft and smooth body. She is 34 years old and very feminine. Her body is naturally curvaceous – with generous breasts and nicely rounded arse. But she looks after herself, exercising regularly and keeping her stomach nice and flat and her legs well-toned. Her hair is deep black and her skin dusky – its richness set off by her red lipstick and the golden bangles and necklaces she loves to wear. Oh yes, her perfume is always noticeable. In short, she is striking indeed and always turns heads. She is also very sensuous and more than satisfies my needs. He cunt is shaven smooth and always open to me – and invariably wet. What more could a man ask? Well, I was now about to discover that there was more…

One evening as we lay together Anita reached for my cock and began to gently and seductively stroke it. But there is something different about her, an air of nervous excitement. She leans across to kiss me, her soft breasts sliding across my chest. As she does so she holds my gaze. ‘Darling,’ she says, ‘I have a confession to make, I need to tell you something. Something happened while you were at work today. Your Indian woman had an adventure. I’m a little nervous telling you. But I don’t want any secrets between us. I think you can handle it – can’t you?’ ‘Go ahead, I reply, you know I support you in whatever you do.’

‘Well, she continued, you know Mrs Kumila across the road? ‘ I did. She was a well-built woman in her late 50s who had stopped and chatted to us when we first arrived in the neighbourhood. Her appearance was arresting: thick black hair, large, buxom, breasts, and wide hips. Her husband was a wealthy businessman who spent a lot of time away from the home. She didn’t seem to mind, she was one of those self-sufficient women who busied herself with not very much. ‘Well, I passed her in the street today. We chatted and she invited me over for some afternoon tea. Come any time she said, the later the better.

It was about 5.00pm when I knocked on the door, to be admitted by a pretty oriental maid. She told me to go upstairs. Madam was just getting ready and had given her instructions to send me up. The maid smiled bashfully as she said this – sweetly I thought. I ascended the stairs and finding the door to what I thought must be the bedroom ajar gently knocked and entered.

The air was humid from the effects of a shower, and Mrs Kumila entered from her shower room wrapped in a large red towel. It had to be large, for as you know she is a large woman! She came up to me enthusiastically and kissed me on the cheek. ‘I’m so glad you could come, I’m just getting ready from my shower, do come and keep me company. She took my hand and led me across to the dressing table, where she sat before a large mirror.

She began to do her make-up, putting a luscious red lipstick and combing her long black hair. She is a handsome woman, and I found myself watching her closely. Every so often she fixed her gaze on mine in the mirror. I noticed that she had hair under her armpits. I found the sight strangely arousing. Normally women are smooth, but the sight of this hair under Mrs Kumila’s arms was intriguing – speaking of earthy and elemental passions. She began to apply lotion to her shoulders and arms. Be a sweetie, she said, and rub some of this lotion on my back.

I was nervous. The thought of touching this woman’s naked skin was bad enough, but she was observing me very closely in the mirror. Her skin was soft and smooth. The sensations I felt were electric. This act of massaging a woman’s back was deeply erotic and I responded by backing my massage as slow and sensual as I could, kneading her shoulders with both my hands and easing the tensions in her neck muscles.

Mrs Kumila lent back against me and rolled her head from side to side. ‘Ah, this feels so good Anita. You are doing such a good job, you are getting rid of all that stress.’ She lifted her right hand and placed it on my left, squeezing it. ‘Thank you, my dear, auntie really appreciates what you’re doing.’ I flushed and stammered back ‘Oh, that’s ok. I’m glad to be of use…’ My hand pushed down towards the edge of the towel wrapped around her.

‘Here,’ she said, ‘let me help you’ and with that she unravelled the towel and let it slide of her shoulders down to her waist. Her bare back was now exposed. But that is not what caught my eye. Rather, my gaze was drawn to her large dark and heavy breasts that were now clearly visible in the mirror. They were the biggest breasts I’d ever seen, and they swung to and fro to the rhythm of my massage.

Again Mrs Kumila saw my intense look and smiled seductively. ‘Here, give me some of that cream.’ She began to massage the oil into her large mature breasts, rolling them in her hands, feeling the contours, and giving special attention to the hard nipples. ‘You can see, dear, why your auntie’s shoulders ache. It is from carrying around these large objects. I sometimes envy Özdere Escort you smaller breasted women; you don’t have this extra weight to deal with. But then, they’ve brought me much pleasure over the years. Men love them, and my husband still goes crazy over my breasts. But its not men only who love them.’

At this she lent back against me and I stopped massaging her shoulders, simply resting my hands either side of my neck. ‘Women do too. You’d be surprised how often I see women gazing longingly at my bust. And you’d be surprised at the women too – respectable women, married women, high-caste women. And you know, Anita, I love to catch them looking. It excites me to know that they want me, that they want to fondle my breasts.’ She took my hand again and this time led me round before her. ‘For you see, Anita, that a woman’s touch is special. It’s gentler, more sensitive, more patient than a man’s. In fact, I prefer it to a man’s. Yes, I like it when my husband fucks me with his hard cock, but it’s a woman’s touch that I crave. Its women I love and need.’

‘Have you met a lesbian before, Anita?’ I shook my head, startled by the question. ‘You probably have – there are more women who have lesbian desires than you can imagine. Well, I am a lesbian. I hope that doesn’t upset you’ – at this she raised my hand to her lips and kissed it. ‘Most women have lesbian desires at some time. Most women find other women attractive.’ She stood up now, the towel falling completely away to reveal her voluptuous body. ‘Do you like what you see, Anita? Does it, I wonder, turn you on?’

I was shaking violently now, with a mixture of fear and desire. What was this woman doing to me! I had entered her house with no thought of sex, and now I was before her glorious naked body, unable to move or speak. ‘I think I do turn you on. Don’t worry, Anita, many married women have reacted like you, frightened to explore their desires for another woman. When they yielded to me they didn’t regret it.’ She raised her hand and placed it around the back of my neck. ‘Come to auntie, I’ve got what you need.’

She pulled me forward. Her breasts were only inches away. We were both breathing heavily. ‘Go on touch me, Anita, feel the weight of my heavy breasts. I’d love you to my dear.’ She closed her eyes and raised her arms above her head. Her breasts were thrust out, dominating my gaze. I reached out tentatively, curious for my first touch of a woman. I gently passed my hands across the soft orbs of her flesh, before taking the weight of each in the palms of my hands and beginning to massage them. ‘That’s it darling, love auntie’s breasts. Explore them. They’re yours. Play with them. Oh darling, come here.’

She took me in her arms and pressed my mouth to hers. I didn’t resist. We began to kiss passionately, because I was on fire now too. She tasted delicious and her tongue was soon pushing deep inside my mouth. She was unlocking something in me darling – something that has been dormant in me for many years. ‘Yes, auntie, yes, I’ve gazed at your beasts, I’ve fantasised about your voluptuous body. Teach me how to love a woman, take my lesbian virginity. I’m yours, I’m yours…’

She stepped away from me now with a seductive smile and walked slowly towards the bed, climbing onto it and leaning back against the sumptuous cushions. Her large breasts hung naturally on either side of her body and she parted her legs, to reveal the thick black hair of her cunt. She stroked herself with her fingers. ‘Ummm Anita, you’ve got me nice and wet. Why don’t you take off those clothes? Let Auntie see that sexy body, that body that drives your lover wild.’

Nervous still, I pulled off my T-shirt and slid down my jeans, leaving only my underwear. ‘That’s it my darling. Now remove your bra and panties – I want to see all of you.’ I did as I was told and was soon naked before this woman. ‘Beautiful, beautiful. Now come here my sweet, come to auntie’s arms.’

I clambered onto the bed and crawled into her welcoming embrace. She smothered me in her voluptuous form, pulling me against her big breasts and enveloping me with her soft thighs. Her hand stroked my back as she kissed me lovingly and deeply. ‘God, you’ve made auntie so hot. I love your young slim body. I want to make love to every inch of you. I want to show you what a woman’s tongue can do.’ I lowered my mouth to hers again and our sensuous kissing continued.

Oh Jon, i’ve never been kissed like that before, she was so gentle and tender, she knew my needs so well honey. And the feeling of our breasts pressing together, my nipples in her yielding flesh, was about as much as I could bear. As we kissed her hand rested on my arse and firmly squeezed my arse-cheek. I could feel her finger nail begin to stroke my anus. I groaned, pushing back my arse to meet her finger. She took the hint and pressed her finger into my arse hole.

‘Urgghh, yes, auntie, I love this, I love what your doing to me, don’t stop – please…’ She pushed her finger deeper Özdere Escort Bayan and deeper into me until she was fully accommodated. At first she did not move, content to enjoy the hot wet pressure of my arse hole, but then she began a slight motion, easing her finger back and forth, driving me to the limit of my pleasure. ‘Oh my Anita, you are so wet aren’t you? Your arse is so full of love juice for me. I love it baby – I want to eat your arse, I want to suck out your juice. Would you like that baby? Would you?’ ‘God yes, auntie, I want it so much. I want you to eat out my arse, to taste my juices. I want you to take all of me…’ ‘Oh yes, my sweet, all in good time. Auntie will give you all you ever wanted – more than any man can give you. Now come my love, let auntie Kumila have access to what she craves – your hot little pussy.’

At this point she slid down the bed a little and at the same time pulled me up towards her, pushing me forward till my hands were gripping the headboard and my cunt was directly over her face. ‘That’s it darling, feed me your sexy shaven cunt, let me eat your womanhood.’ Her tongue began to slide its way over my outer cunt lips, flicking hungrily against the soft exposed flesh.

As a woman she knew just how to please me, honing in on my clit, probing it with her tongue and gently sucking and teasing it, encouraging it to grow from her ministrations. I began to grind my cunt against her face, clutching the bed head for support. ‘Yes, auntie, yes, love my cunt. Give me your woman’s love. Ummm, I love what you’re doing to me, i’ve needed this for so long – this is what i’ve wanted. Oh auntie your making me so wet, uh, uh, oh yes…urgghh, yes auntie, yes, ahh, ahh…’

Her tongue was now jabbing into me again and again, deep into my wet and open hole. Her hands were on my arse, squeezing the cheeks, pulling me open for her greedy mouth. My juices were flow flowing thick and fast and I was humping against this woman’s tongue, enjoying the sexual release she was giving me. My orgasm was building now and I began to scream out, arching my back as I gripped the headboard tightly.

When my orgasm was spent I slumped forward, stunned – not only from its violence, but from the fact that I’d orgasmed from the touch and tongue of another woman. I rolled off Mrs Kumila’s face and lay on my back, panting for breath, my breasts heaving and my skin covered in a sheen of sweat. My hair too was wet with perspiration. I was and felt myself to be a totally wanton slut.

I reached across to Mrs Kumila and softly squeezed her hand. She shifted herself onto her side, her heavy, ripe, body wonderful to behold. Our eyes met and I looked at her with tenderness and gratitude. ‘Thank you,’ I managed to say. ‘Thank you for the best orgasm of my life. I can’t believe I’m saying this – that I’d be thanking a woman for satisfying me like this. My darling auntie, how did you know – how did you know this was what I wanted?’

Mrs Kumila reached across and gently stroked my damp forehead, pushing the hair from my eyes. ‘You don’t need to thank me my dear. The debt is all mine my sweet. I know an erotic woman when I meet one. I’ve loved and lusted after women for many years. I can sense from a woman’s reactions to my presence if she is open to the love of a woman – and believe me honey, most are…’

As she said this her hand slowly wandered across my face, over my lips, down the side of my neck and to my right left nipple. She began to finger its hardness, making it erect. ‘For you see, Anita, I understand a woman’s needs, I know where to touch and suck, caress and massage. Most women find me a better lover than any man. They go home to their husbands, but they go home as lesbians.’

Mrs Kumila leaned over to me now and began to kiss my stomach, making her way up to my breasts, her hand sliding up between my legs – which I opened to give her access to my pussy, hungry again for her ministrations. ‘Can you understand that Anita, can you understand women who want me for a lesbian lover, who resist their husbands and save themselves for me? Would you do that if I asked you? Would you give yourself to me Anita? Would you become my lesbian slut if I wanted you to?

My cunt was speaking for me honey. I opened my thighs wider and wider, desperate to show her my love, to open for her touch. Her finger was teasing my clit, drawing it from its hood, stimulating it in ways I could never have imagined. I slid my fingers into Mrs Kumila’s hair and pulled her too me, clasping her so tight, loving her voluptuous form, the scent of her perfume, her intoxicating femininity. ‘Yes, auntie, yes, I admit it, I’ll do what you say. Yes, I’m a lesbian, your lesbian, and I’ll come to you whenever you say, whenever I can. I love you and I love what you’ve done to me and are making me. Use me how you wish – but please, darling, please love your Anita…’

I couldn’t finish the sentence as Mrs Kumila’s red lips closed over mine while two of her fingers slid Escort Özdere into my cunt. I was wet and slippery and she moved her fingers in and out with ease while her thumb continued to torment my clit. My juices were flowing thick and fast and Mrs Kumila eased her fingers out and raised them to my face.

‘Here you are my love, breathe in the scent of a woman, the most arousing smell in the world.’ I smelt deeply my own juices, loving their pungent odour. ‘It’s good isn’t it my love? Now taste yourself for me.’ She lowered her fingers to my lips and, gazing all the while into her eyes, I slowly sucked her fingers into my mouth. This act of sucking my own feminine juices from the fingers of this lesbian while I gazed into her deep dark eyes was supremely erotic. I relished every heady drop. ‘That’s a good girl. You are going to learn to love the taste of pussy – I can tell your going to love eating my hairy cunt aren’t you? I can’t wait till your young lips are kissing my mature ripe pussy. But I think my love that today you’d like me to fuck you – to take your lesbian virginity. I think you’d like that, wouldn’t you my sweet?’

To my disappointment Mrs Kumila slide off me and crawled across to the side of the large bed. She eased herself off and walked across to the bathroom. I watched longingly the swing of her ample hips and plump arse. As I lay on the bed I stroked my pussy, yearning for my lover to return. And then, looking up, I saw her at the door of the bathroom, she was leaning against the doorframe in a seductive pose, her hips jutting out. And there, strapped around her hips was a large black cock.

As I looked at her she began to stroke it and then with oozing sensuality walked towards me. Her pendulous breasts swung as she walked, as did the shiny black cock. The sight of such a sexy woman sporting an erect cock was extraordinary. Id never seen such a big cock and to see it on a woman was too much.

I rose to greet my lover as she clambered to kneel on the bed. I put my arm around her neck and began to kiss her with forceful passion. My right hand I lowered to the dildo, stroking it and feeling its dimension. ‘Oh yes, my auntie, you are so beautiful and your cock is making me so horny. I could never have imagined, its, its…its wonderful, a dream, take me now darling, I’m so wet and ready, fuck me honey with this cock – take my lesbian virginity, make me your slut…’ she pushed me back onto the bed and I opened my legs, pulling her towards me, into me. As she slid over me her big breasts dragged across my body, driving my cunt wild with desire.

I was taking the initiative now, confident in my desire for this woman. I reached for the cock and placed it at my cunt lips. I nodded to Mrs Kumila that I was ready – ‘now, auntie, now, fill me up with your cock, fuck me, fuck your lesbian whore…’ She began to ease the cock in, deeper and deeper, filling me in ways that a man’s cock has ever done. When she was fully in me I groaned, closing my legs around her, gripping her so tight. We kissed again, knowing that we were consummating our relationship, our lesbian love.

And so she began to fuck me. Fuck me as I’ve never been fucked before. And for longer than I’ve ever been fucked. For a time she played with me, varying the tempo, bringing me to the brink of orgasm before letting me down. Finally she thrust long and deep and continued to hump against me until I screamed with my climax. I was left breathing hard, my body a sweaty and trembling mess. But she didn’t stop. After giving me a moment to catch my breath she fucked me again with her gorgeous cock bringing me to orgasm after orgasm. Only after my fourth orgasm did she roll off my satiated body and onto her back, her black cock glistening with my juices.

Her own dark skin was drenched in sweat and the smell was intoxicating. Tired though I was I crawled over to her and snuggled up to her generous form, resting my head on her breast. And so my dear we slept. Two Indian women. Two lovers. And yes, my dear, two lesbians.’

With these words Anita tightened her grip on my already rock-hard penis. It is hard to describe the excitement I had experienced listening to her account of her passionate encounter with Mrs Kumila. I had never heard anything so erotic. My love and desire for my Indian wife had never been so intense. She looked up at me with her wide and dark eyes: ‘Jon, dear, I’m so confused. I love you very much – you must know that – and I love your cock and the way you make love to me. But I’m afraid that after today things have changed. I’ve discovered what I suppose I’d known, feared even, from my days as a girl. I’d always suspected that in might be a lesbian, that I might prefer women to men. I’ve tried to fight it baby, to be a good wife to you. But Mrs Kumila knew, baby, don’t ask me how, but she did. Today, Jon, she unlocked my hidden self, my true nature, and I can’t go back. I’m a lesbian. Your wife’s a lesbian. Can you handle that Jon?’

The words were so intoxicating that my cock immediately grew to its full hardness in my wife’s small hand. She gazed directly into my eyes. ‘I think that might give me my answer. You’re turned on by it aren’t you? Tell me that you can handle it. That you are turned on by the fact that your wife lusts after other women. Am I right?’

A Show For Him

Brunette

It was eight o’clock in the morning as I puttered around in the kitchen. The sun was already up and it promised to be another beautiful August day. But, this wasn’t just any day. Today was our twenty-eighth wedding anniversary.

Could that possibly be true? Just thinking about the number made me shake my head in wonder. I still thought of myself in the same way that I always had. However, a quick glance in the mirror was more than enough to remind me that I no longer resembled that young, thin twenty year old that had walked down that aisle so long ago.

There are no regrets for me, though – No, not a single one. The past twenty-eight years had seen us raise a family and make quite a life for ourselves. Some women may have had worries about their spouse’s fidelity at one time or another. That was never a concern for me. Bill has loved me the same ever since we had our first date as juniors in high school.

It may not have been love at first sight, but Bill has this persistence about him that is so hard to resist. Rather than being forceful or bullying, my Bill has a charm to him that could melt through even the most obstinate soul. We dated throughout the rest of our high school years and we got married after he had completed his junior year of college.

I smiled and shook my head as I remembered the outrage that our announcement had elicited from our families —

“You’re much too young!”

“You two have no idea what you are doing!”

“Are you both out of your minds?”

– but, Bill eventually wore them down with that way of his and we were married with the best wishes and blessings of both of our families. Twenty-eight years ago today I had walked down that aisle as an innocent young lady and became Mrs. Samantha Rogers.

We moved into the apartment that Bill was living in already while attending college. Looking back now, we laugh at how small that apartment had been. But at the time we thought we had everything that anyone could ever hope to have.

In our living room there was a battered old couch that he had found at a Salvation Army store and a combination television stand and bookshelf made out of some old lumber and cinderblocks. If company arrived, we had four mismatched folding chairs that we would hurriedly drag out of the closet. It’s little wonder that we didn’t have company all too often.

The bedroom consisted of one dresser, a small closet, and a TV tray borrowed from his Aunt Dorothy that served as a nightstand. The bed had a full sized mattress that was lumpy and had a permanent dent in the middle of it. That bed had been our one big purchase together. We found it at a garage sale two weeks before our wedding and I still laugh at the memory of the two of us struggling to carry it up the stairs to the apartment. It’s a wonder than one or both of us didn’t end up with broken bones that day!

Every girl dreams of a lavish honeymoon spent in some very romantic setting – dining on the finest gourmet meals and drinking the finest champagne while her husband showers her with gifts to show how much he loves her. Our honeymoon, however, didn’t quite live up to that dream.

With Bill still being in school, that left me with my big job as a receptionist at a dentist’s office as the sole wage earner. If you have ever held a similar position you can probably figure out that we barely had two nickels to rub together. We spent our wedding night at the apartment and the next four days at his uncle’s camp on Loon Lake.

You know something? Those fantasies about a dream honeymoon were nice, but no two people were ever happier than we were on our budget version of that dream. That first night at the apartment Bill and I made love for the first time.

Yes, you read that right! While it is true that we had been seeing each other for a long time by then, we had never “gone all the way”. My strict catholic upbringing and the good Sisters at St. Anthony’s Catholic School had instilled in my brain the notion of premarital sex being a sin. Those same Sisters might have blanched if they had any idea of some of the things that we did do before the big night, but technically I had remained true to their demands. (This is one instance where all of Bill’s charm didn’t get him everything that he wanted!)

We may have waited for a long time to make love for the first time, but we soon set about making up for lost time. Those first years we could hardly keep our hands off of each other! Every day seemed to bring a new discovery — a new source of pleasure and what made it special was that we made that journey together.

We made love every chance that we could. It’s still a wonder to me that Bill was able to maintain his grade point average during that time. It seemed like ninety percent of his time was spent in bed with me or at least with him trying to get me into bed. There was even one memorable time that I went to the campus to meet him as he was getting out of class and we didn’t even wait until we got home! We tried, but we only Escort Kısık made it half way across the campus before we veered off into the woods and enjoyed each other.

As I mentioned earlier, we were both raised as Catholics. You know what that means — no birth control. As we neared our first anniversary I found out that I was pregnant. I will never forget the look of happiness on Bill’s face when I told him the news. It was the same look that I was to see three more times in the next five years as our family grew quickly.

Money was in really short supply during those early years. Bill added a full time job to his full load of course work and I worked off and on whenever I wasn’t too pregnant to do so. Luckily we had a lot of help and support from our families and somehow we always managed to just get by. We gradually moved from one apartment to a slightly larger one with each addition to the family.

Bill had graduated with his engineering degree and it didn’t take him long to start climbing the ladder at work. As I said before, he was so smart and had such a way about him that management had him on a fast track to success. Sure, there were tough times — such as when our son went through a phase where he seemed destined to destroy his life with a series of bad choices or, after having given birth to four healthy babies, our last two attempts had ended in miscarriages — but we pulled through them each time as a family.

I was very lucky. As Bill’s salary grew, he made the decision that I shouldn’t work anymore. We both felt that the children needed a full time mom and no career could ever replace the love and support that I was able to shower on our little ones as they grew.

So, as I stood in my kitchen on the morning of our twenty-eighth anniversary I was able to look back at a life that had been truly blessed. Our baby was now twenty-two years old and had just graduated from college. She had recently taken a job as a registered nurse in Florida. It was sad that she would be living so far away from us, but we were so proud of her for having the courage to take a job so far away from home without a worry in the world.

My thoughts turned to Bill who was still upstairs. I thought with a wicked grin that I should go up and give him a little anniversary surprise while he was still in bed. I was just setting my coffee cup down and imagining the look on his face when I would come into the bedroom completely naked to give him surprise, when he suddenly appeared in the kitchen. He was already dressed in his shorts and a t-shirt and had his gym bag in his hand. I felt a stab of disappointment that I had missed my opportunity for a little early morning fun in bed.

“I’m off for my racquetball game with Larry,” he said, “I’ll be back this afternoon and maybe we can do something then.”

With that, he put his stupid orange baseball cap on his head and was gone. No “happy anniversary, dear” or even a “good morning”. He was gone so quickly that I believe that had I but blinked I would have missed him altogether.

You might think that I would be angry with Bill for having seemingly forgotten our anniversary completely. You know what, though? This man had showed me millions of little ways throughout the years that he loved me. He didn’t just say it. It was in the little things like always dropping me off at the door of the store when it was cold or rainy or always asking for my opinion and actually taking the time to hear what I was saying. It was in the way that he always enjoyed spending time with me and the way that he would always be sure to introduce me to his friends and co-workers. He never failed to make me feel important. I guess I could forgive him this morning for his oversight.

I smiled to myself as I watched him head for his car in the driveway. That dorky orange cap perched on his head. That hat had actually become sort of a running joke to us. He has owned it for years and I had tried my hardest to get him to part with it. On at least three separate occasions I had managed to put it in our pile to go to Goodwill, but each time he would spy it and mutter, “Now, how did that get in there?”. Then he would slap it against his thigh and place it back on his head.

Suddenly, I had an entire morning all to myself. I hurried up stairs to get dressed for the day. This would be a wonderful day for my newest favorite indulgence.

About eight years ago Bill and I had purchased this house. The home was wonderful, but what really made me fall in love with the place was the land. The house came with twenty acres of woodland surrounding it. At the time that we had bought, it the kids were still in school. They were old enough to not need their mother twenty-four hours a day and, since I was not working, I had started taking little hikes into the woods to explore our new property.

I had been quite timid at first. You always heard stories every year about some unfortunate that had wandered into the woods and wound up lost for days Kısık Escort Bayan on end. At the beginning I never ventured too far from the house, but eventually I got to the point where I was able to pick out certain landmarks that would tell me exactly where I was. Soon my trails began to become clearer as I walked them repeatedly.

In my third or fourth year of exploration I discovered a stream that ran through the property. Naturally, I followed the stream and soon discovered the most amazing thing! I couldn’t believe my eyes when I spotted a small waterfall that emptied into a picturesque little pond. If I hadn’t been totally in love with the property right from the beginning, then I surely would have been after discovering this.

To think, that this little Eden existed right here in upstate Vermont and that we owned it! The waterfall wasn’t anything gigantic. It was maybe ten feet high and, while it wasn’t exactly gushing over, it had a nice little stream of water that made the most delightful sound as it splashed down into the waiting pool.

That first day that I discovered it I carefully made my way down to have a closer look. I knew in my heart immediately that this would always be my secret place. The water was crystal clear and there were large flat rocks ringing the pond. Standing there in that brilliant sunshine, hearing the water tinkling down, and looking at all that beauty, I thought that I had found a little part of heaven.

Every couple of days I found myself almost magically pulled back to this place. I would sit on the flat stones in the sunshine and all of the worries of the world would just fade away. Sometimes I would dangle my toes in the water and if I was quiet enough I might be treated to the sight of a deer coming to drink from the pool.

I even dragged Bill out to my spot once. He’s never been the rugged outdoor type, but he could sense my excitement and (God bless him) he was always willing to indulge me. Even Bill was speechless when we finally got to our destination. He dubbed this place “Sam’s Sanctuary” and the name stuck.

Like I said, Bill was a good sport to make the trek out there that day. The only note of complaint that he voiced was he kept wondering out loud what wild animals might be all around us. He didn’t try to talk me out of visiting there, but he did buy a small can of pepper spray that he wished I would carry with me just in case I did encounter something meaner than the squirrels and chipmunks. I couldn’t argue with his logic and always made sure that it was clipped to my little backpack whenever I ventured out again.

I started wearing my bathing suit underneath my top and shorts and I would sometimes wade out into the water a go for a little swim. Nothing was ever so perfect as having this beautiful pool all to myself, where I could swim and then lay out on the rocks to soak up the sunshine. There was even a small rock ledge where you could walk out underneath the waterfall. You had to be careful because it was pretty slippery and it surely wouldn’t do to slip and wind up with a broken bone so far from the house.

One day I was laying in the sunshine after my swim and a wicked notion occurred to me. What would it be like to maybe get a little tan in those places hidden by my bathing suit? I laughed it off, but that day I did slide the straps of my modest one piece suit off of my shoulders as I soaked up the rays.

The next time I visited my Sanctuary I again went for my customary swim before stretching out in the sun. This time I slid the straps off of my shoulders and even tugged the top down part way to expose the tops of my breasts. You may laugh at this, but for me this was being very daring.

It was several trips later when that wicked little voice in my head piped up again. Sitting up and carefully scanning the surrounding woods, I couldn’t believe what I was actually considering! Slowly, my hands crept up to grasp the top of my suit. I peeled it down my body exposing myself in public for the first time.

My heart was beating a mile a minute as my eyes swept the woods for any sign of an intruder. You wouldn’t believe how many sounds there are in the woods even when you are all alone. I would jump every time I heard a twig snap or a woodpecker would start chipping away at some tree.

When I had calmed down sufficiently and was satisfied that there wasn’t another living soul for miles around, I stood up and finished peeling my suit off completely. There I stood — Francis and Nora’s little girl — in all of her glory! I was scared to death and felt a bit foolish as I settled back down on the warm rocks for my first ever all-over tanning session.

In addition to feeling scared there was something else that I was feeling. I don’t know exactly how to describe it, but it felt so liberating to be out in nature in — well, a natural way! I had never been quite ashamed of my body. God knows that Bill still had plenty of interest in me. However, I was enough of a Kısık Escort realist to know that I wasn’t a raving beauty anymore either. I think you would be hard-pressed to find a woman anywhere that couldn’t make a list a mile long of the flaws in her body. Without any eyes around, though, I could relax and just accept my body and enjoy the sensual feel of the sun’s rays on my skin.

After lying in the sun for a while my skin started to burn. I got up and didn’t even give a thought to donning my suit once again. I walked into the water for my first ever skinny dip. The feeling was unbelievable! The cool water against my warm skin combined with the sensation of being completely naked in the water was incredible. I secretly chastised myself for never having done this earlier.

The nude sunbathing and swimming became my new routine. Each time I began to feel more and more comfortable with my public nakedness. As I grew more comfortable I soon began to not even bother with the swimsuit at all. I wonder what the Good Sisters at St. Anthony’s would have thought if they had ever seen me standing there in the great out of doors in just my bra and panties for all the world to see. Probably not as shocked as they would have been after I dropped those remaining items of clothing, too!

I began to look forward to my excursions even more than I had previously. On days when I had other chores to perform I found that I missed that feeling of complete freedom that I could only get at my Sanctuary. During the long fall and winter months I longed for a return of the warm sunshine more than ever.

My newfound activity had a quite an unexpected benefit. As my confidence in my body grew I found that I was also becoming more of an outgoing person. Several close friends mentioned to me that they had noticed that I appeared to be happier than they could ever remember. I had become much more affectionate with my husband and felt more at ease in public. I began to wish that I had discovered this activity much sooner in life.

All was going along blissfully until that fateful day this past June. I had hiked out to my pond and was enjoying my usual naked frolicking. While I was standing on the rock ledge beneath the waterfall a movement from the hillside woods ringing the pond caught my eye. I took another look and that was when I saw him!

He was crouched behind some brush and appeared to be staring intently at the scene before him in my Sanctuary. My immediate reaction was to hold my arms up in front of my body. “How dare he!”, my mind screamed.

He wasn’t making any move to advance from his hiding spot. How long had he been spying on me? Was this the first time that he had been there? I had grown much too comfortable with my supposed privacy that I had not even been on the lookout for any intruders lately.

I took a quick glance at the pile of my clothes and my backpack with the little can of pepper spray lying just a few feet from my perch. I considered making a mad dash for my belongings and running away as fast as I could. However, it occurred to me that his hiding spot was so far away from me. Clearly, it wasn’t his intention to spring upon me. He obviously wanted his presence to remain a secret. I could feel my heart beating loudly in my chest as I felt his eyes taking in my bare flesh. So, instead of running away in shame I did something that I never would have dreamed that I would do. I slowly lowered my hands and exposed my naked body to him.

I can’t even explain all of the conflicting thoughts that were flashing through my brain. The one thought that seemed to be the strongest, though was the thought that it made me feel sexier than I had in many years to have someone looking at me in the nude like this. The acceptance of my own body that I had acquired since finding this place made it seem almost natural to share my nakedness with another human being.

I raised my hands and ran my fingers through my hair as the water cascaded down over me. I tried to avoid looking in his direction, but I found myself sneaking quick glances at his hiding spot. Still, there was no movement on his part. I felt bolder and more confident that I was indeed safe. I ran my hands softly over my skin and slowly gave in to the sensual feelings that were now coursing through my veins.

After a few minutes, I stepped out from beneath the waterfall and bent to pick up my towel. I slowly dried myself off and moved over to my favorite spot to lay down and soak up some sun. I had to fight to keep my legs from shaking – so conscious was I of his eyes upon me.

However, when I next chanced a glance in his direction, I found that he was gone. Vanished! My heart hammered in my chest as I scanned the area around the pond. But, no — he had not come in my direction at all. His hiding spot had been very near the top of the hill and he must have scrambled up over the top when I wasn’t looking.

I felt such a mix of emotions. I was shocked at how I had acted so brazenly just a few minutes ago. I also felt even more liberated than I had on my earlier trips here. It felt so damn good to be a woman and to be desired. I had reached a point where I not only had come to an acceptance of the flaws that my body might have, but also an acceptance of the beauty that it held as well.

An Eye Full for my Peeping Tom Pt. 04

Amateur

My body felt alive again. Leaving that bookstore, I was both sexually drained and in a state of high arousal. I took a ride share to pick up Marissa and the same guy was nice enough to take me home as well. When I first stepped into his car I saw his nostrils flare. I smelled of my lust. I would keep seeing his eyes dart up into his rear view mirror to look at me. My body ached with need. I wanted to roll up my dress and give him a show as well but I kept some level of decorum. I emailed Ethan so he would have my information from my phone, telling him I enjoyed our moment in case he wasn’t aware.

The sunlight through the window of the car warmed my skin, adding to the heat I felt inside, while the car’s air conditioning brought up goosebumps all over my flesh. Exiting the car to go to the door and pick up my daughter, I could feel myself getting wet, could feel the moisture start to coat my inner thighs as there was nothing to absorb it now.

The driver was nice enough to help me get the car seat in place. As I worked from one side, he worked from the other. It took longer on his end. Maybe it was because he didn’t have kids of his own, or maybe it was because he kept looking down my blouse. I made sure to give my breasts a good shake each time I pulled to tighten a strap or push them forward and out as I struggled with a buckle. I thanked him for his help and gave him a smile. He walked awkwardly to his driver side door. Marissa was the only noise the rest of the way home.

Once safely behind my closed door I sat my baby down in her playpen and quickly shed my flimsy and now slightly soiled dress. I wanted nothing more than to get into my comfortable bed and jill myself till I passed out, but baby had other plans. Apparently she was hungry. I went to the bathroom and got out a towel and placed it on the couch, no sense in putting my juice in every piece of furniture, and then sat down with Marissa. She latched on quickly and hungrily. Her little teeth really dug in. Just that fast I had gone from wanton slut to caring mother. As soon as she had her fill she was asleep. I went and put her in her crib and went back to my room.

The slut was back in full force. I couldn’t get into bed fast enough. As soon as I was in the bed, my right hand went down to my pussy and started playing with my clit. I writhed on my back as it felt like fire coursed through my veins. My left hand came up and caressed my cheek, then lightly dragged my nails down my neck and chest till my fingers came to my painfully erect nipple. I pinched it hard as I drove three fingers into my pussy with the other hand. Between spraying at the bookstore and feeding here at home my breasts were completely empty, but my nipples were aching to be used.

I quickly took the three fingers out of my pussy and shoved them into my mouth, imagining they were my Erik’s cock coated with my pussy juice. Once they were completely clean, I pulled them out and reached behind my head to grab a pillow. I pulled it to me and rolled over, bunching up the pillow as I straddled it. Once I had it in place, I ground down, loving Fahrettin Altay Escort the way the pillowcase felt as it rolled around my engorged clit and moved around my pussy lips as both hands were now free to pull, pinch and slap my nipples.

My lustful moans filled my bedroom for the first time since my husband died, and for the first time there wasn’t a sense of regret or remorse. There was just me, feeling amazing and sexual and desirable and wanting to fuck my brains out. As I rode the pillow, the pillowcase became soaked with my juices. In my gyrations the fabric ended up wrapped around my clit and pulled tight, feeling for all the world like someone sucking me off. I cried out as I came hard, a torrent of girlcum jetted from my core sending my whole body into convulsions as I screamed my release.

I recovered quickly and was already feeling another orgasm building. Not wanting to wake my daughter, I pulled the sopping wet pillow from between my legs and buried my face in it as one hand dove into my pussy while the other reached back to play with my ass. The smell of my sex filled my nostrils as I pulled on my clit and spanked myself, enjoying the way the skin felt warm in the cool room. I stopped just toying with my clit to start filling my pussy with fingers, letting the swollen nub rub against the palm of my hand. I drug my nails across my ass cheeks, digging in deep as I cried out into pillow. Each time I opened my mouth I could taste myself on the pillow and in my mind a new scenario formed. I wasn’t just with Erik anymore. I was now face down in another woman’s pussy as Erik was fucking mine. His long hard cock thrusting me to the hilt, driving me into the spread legs of another woman. I drove my tongue into her as she rode my face in return as he spanked me. I came again and again until I was a semiconscious mess, and finally fell asleep.

The sound of my baby crying woke me up the next morning. I had to peel the pillow from my face in order to check the time, though the pain in my breasts could have told me that I had slept passed Marissa’s feeding. I decided to kill two birds with one stone and started a shower while I went and got my daughter.

I was a bit sore between my legs from everything and I felt kind of sticky and gross, but also felt relieved. It was like this huge burden had been taken off my shoulders. I cleaned my daughter up, then held her to me close as I stepped into the tub. She was fussy till I got her to take the nipple. It hurt from my rough play last night but it also felt good to have the milk let down and lighten the pressure in my chest. I let the jets of hot massage the knots from my shoulders and back. I began humming to my little girl, just random bits from various songs, as I rocked her while she fed. I don’t know what else will happen between my daughter and I over the years, I hope we are better than myself and my own mother, but this moment right now felt like the best mother daughter moment on earth.

After her breakfast and our shower, I got us both dressed for the day. I put Fahrettin Altay Escort Bayan her in her playpen with her blocks and stuffed animals. She immediately went crawling around, smashing her toys and throwing blocks around. I stood there for awhile laughing and just in awe of my little engine of destruction, then finally decided to tackle my room.

Nothing in it had changed since my husband passed. Of course it hadn’t smelled strongly of my sex either. Now you were hit by an aromatic expression of my passion from the hallway. I stripped the bed, a couple tears coming to my eyes as I remembered times with Mario. Not just the sex, though those were some great memories, but the quieter moments. Like the way he held me when we found out I was pregnant, he didn’t let me go the whole night. I fell asleep in his arms and woke the same way. Or how he brought me breakfast in bed for our first anniversary. It was two burnt pop tarts and a glass of milk because he was completely hopeless in the kitchen, though he did help me clean up the eggs and pancakes he had tried to make. The joy was still there in those memories, but most of the pain was gone. I still missed him, my heart still ached that he wasn’t the one who helped me make this mess, but it wasn’t like before. The good outweighed the bad now.

I could have really used his help too. Stripping and remaking a king sized bed sucks by yourself. And my bratty little daughter just giggled and cooed at me every time I asked her for help. I couldn’t wait to give her chores. I had just finished when my phone said I had a message. It was my Erik. He said there would be a package arriving soon and I was to become accustomed to it quickly and have it ready in four days. I was to have it and myself ready and in my recliner at the window by five that evening. He also wanted a picture of me that he could keep with him till then.

I shed my clothes quickly and stood in front of my mirror. I pulled my midnight hair over my right shoulder and fluffed it out and put on my favorite red lipstick. I tried several different poses till I found one that had everything. My crimson lips pursed in a kiss, my large round breasts proudly displayed, and my left hand down between my legs, spreading my pussy for him. I made sure that nothing from my nose up could be seen, if this made it online I didn’t want anyone knowing for certain it was me. I snapped several pics and sent him the best one. I felt so naughty having sent the nude pic I ended up in my bath tub with my vibrator. The cool ceramic against my hot skin sent a chill through me as I held the egg shaped vibrator against me. I wasn’t going to last long on this one, waves of pleasure spread from my pussy through my whole body. My phone dinged with a new message. I opened it to see that he had sent me a picture as well. He was in a bathroom stall, sitting on the toilet with his cock in hand. His message told me that he loved the picture, it had made him instantly hard. The phone chimed again, this time he sent me a video. I pressed play and saw him jacking Escort Fahrettin Altay off his big dick, his right hand a blur along the shaft.

“This is what you have done to me. You bad girl. You make me so hard. I can’t control myself,” he pauses and I hear his breath catch as his hand is just a blur, “Your making me cum.” he strains to keep his voice low as he erupts. He’s moaning as shot after shot of thick white cream spurts from his tip. I’m right there with him and actually drop my phone and vibrator as my whole body trembles with my release. I reach down and fan my clit as my own body gushes with my juices and I let out a sharp cry of pleasure.

Thankfully the bath tub was much easier to clean up than my room. I spent the rest of the morning feeling energized. I called up Theresa, hoping maybe we could meet up somewhere, but only got her voice mail. So my baby and I both had lunch and then I took her out to the park. It’s about a half mile walk from my house so I just put Marissa in the stroller and took her out to enjoy a different sort of physical exertion. The whole time though my mind just kept turning over what I was going to get in the mail and what the plan was for days from now.

We spent a little over an hour under the cool shade trees. Marissa toddling around, exploring the green grass. Three times I had to keep her from putting a rock in her mouth. She never cried when I stopped her, I think she thought of it as a game. I wasn’t sure quite how long we had been there but it was long enough for Marissa to start yawning. I picked her up and got her back in the stroller and we went home.

I was feeling good, really good. The sunlight and cool breeze had recharged my batteries. After a year of mourning my husband, then finding my Erik only to lose him, I had been on an emotional rollercoaster. Now though my best friend was back in town, Erik was back in my life, my daughter was happy, the day was bright, and there was a cardboard box waiting on my front porch.

Marissa was more than ready for her nap so I put her down to sleep as quickly as possible. I rushed out to my porch and grabbed the box and quickly went back to my room and shut the door. I’m not sure why I did, not like there was anyone else around, but it felt like a moment for privacy.

There was no label on the box saying where it was from, just my name and address and a return address. Grabbing a pair of scissors, I cut the tape open. Underneath a mountain of packing peanuts was another box and a plastic bottle. I picked the bottle up and read the label which proudly proclaimed it to be a warming lubricant. I dropped it on the bed and quickly opened the second box. I was in shock as my eyes beheld a dick in the box. I actually freaked a bit and dropped it. I mean I knew it wasn’t real, but it looked so real that for a split second I worried about a victim. Laughing at myself I picked it up off the floor. It was rather lifelike and hard. And while it wasn’t an exact copy, it looked to be roughly the same length and girth as Erik. I was getting wet just thinking about it. Not sure why he thought I needed the lube, he’s seen me enough to know that when I get going I could fill a waterpark. That’s when I found the note.

“Hope you like the package. Use these every day as many times as you can. I expect you to have all three holes ready for your punishment. The more practice between now and then, the easier it will be. See you soon.”